[It was the last thing she'd ever wanted to hear - Ukitake-san's voice crackling from a hell butterfly that had just flickered its way to her hand, urging her to flee. Find everyone, hurry, and get to Urahara-san's. Hide, stay quiet, Aizen was here.

Aizen was here.

Now running through the Nexus, reiatsu wrapped tight around her as she tries to avoid detection, Nanao attempts to scout out the reiatsu of some of her comrades - getting to them before Aizen did was paramount now; even if she didn't want to think about Ukitake's parting words in his message:

"Don't worry about me Nanao-chan, I'll be back soon..."]


((OOC: Err, role call for the Survivor AU? If you want Nanao to find you, then post here! :3

[He had been in his yard when he felt the new reiatsu that had appeared in the Neutral Zone, one that set his teeth on edge, one that belonged to Aizen Sousuke, and not just any Aizen... oh no, it was the Aizen from his world, the one who had overwhelmed their forces with hundreds of arrancar, the one who had caused the deaths of so many, the one who had taken others prisoner and experimented on them, the one who had so many crimes heaped up against him that it would take years for him to list them off.

Years that he did not have especially since a hell butterfly just arrived from Ukitake-taichou, confirming that it was indeed their Aizen. Gathering up his papers, he rushed into the house, storing them away in his lab before hurrying back out, checking the strength of his kidou barriers even as he sent out hell butterflies of his own to those from his world, warning them about what had happened.

Satisfied that the barriers around his house would hold up from outside attacks and intruders, he set off to search the Neutral Zone. Hoping that he would be able to find the others and offer them shelter before they ran into Aizen.]

[Deeeeep breath. Looooong exhale. He's got something to say, folks.]

Ya know.

M'thinkin' I know what's been wrong with this place.

S'been all tense an' shit here lately an' I've been thinkin' 'bout why. [It's a novel idea for him, k]

Ya've all been bitchin' and moanin' 'bout this an' that an' I can't fight a good fight without one o'ya pussies breakin' down 'bout some dead lover or some shit right in the middle o'it. S'bullshit!

So I figured it out. It's got somethin' to do with all that Feng Shui, balance bullshit, an' it's got somethin' to do with somethin' we've been missin' 'round here.

[SLAMS the tip of his sword into an epic pedestal of some sort for dramatics. Flicks sunglasses on. Throws shirt off and hangs it on his shoulder in that awesome cape movement. Dramatic Kamina point to the air.]

Shinigami Men's Association, get your goddamn asses in gear! We're havin' a fuckin' emergency meetin'!

*Somewhere in the Neutral Zone, another reiatsu flares into being as Aizen steps into the Nexus, having apparently been talking to someone.* -won't take long for them to make a mistake.

*He blinks briefly when he notices the change in surroundings and frowns ever so slightly.* This is new. Is this another attempt to subvert me? The resistance should know better by now.

(The Aizen from pisceslightning's AU has arrived.)

[Being in the Nexus hasn't been easy on this Matsumoto Rangiku.

Hell, life hasn't been all that easy on this Matsumoto Rangiku.

But ever since she came here, she's been on a constant emotional roller-coaster. She'd gotten used to the idea of hating him back home, swearing that she'd kill him if she ever got the chance. And then they came here and he asked her to start over again, with him.

What's she supposed to do? Say no, and give up the chance of ever finding the man she fell in love with? Say yes, and forget what she saw him do, what she knows he will do again when they return to their world?

And then he lost his memories and it was like they were truly being given a chance to start over...only she wasn't sure this was right or even smart. And with him acting like a twelve year old (granted an extremely randy twelve-year-old), there were all sorts of complications that she wasn't even sure how to deal with.

And then, on top of all that, he disappeared.

So have a Rangiku walking through the Nexus, occasionally calling for Gin and generally looking distressed and worn out.]

[A certain Aizen is dragging around a Ulquiorra. Not just any Ulquiorra. A ulquiorra who isn't an arrancar and whose a shinigami. Aizen looks disturbingly pleased.]

Now, what to do with you...

[He's got an extra zanpakuto in his sash.]

(OOC: He's heading towards Los Noches with karakurabat tied up with rope, and still bleeding. You can attempt a rescue.)

[A new reiatsu can suddenly be felt in the middle of the Nexus, a reiatsu that is eerily similar to that of Yamamoto Genryuusai, but heavier, wilder, darker... If you were to go closer, the reason for the difference will immediately be apparent, for the usually black shihakusho underneath was now white, the haori was black with white details, and the figure's skin was white. Not the pasty kind of white you see on a sick person, oh no... it was white. If that wasn't enough to tip you off, perhaps the eye that had cracked open to peer at his surroundings would. After all, the sclera was completely black and the iris a golden yellow.]

Hn... This is new...

_{{OOC: Oh look! It's a hollow!Yamamoto... Whatever shall you do? Background info can be found in the profile. Enjoy!}}

*Now that he's out of prison and has found the Fifth Division offices, Grimmjow has decided to leave a little 'gift' for Aizen. He's gone out and found a small Hollow with hard claws and killed it and is now headed toward the office, holding both his prize and the door Kenpachi tore off his cell. Blood is dripping from the Hollow from where he stabbed it and occasionally landing on his clothes and vanishing against the black, but he's just smirking at his own twisted idea. Aizen would be getting a nasty surprise when he came into work tomorrow if he had his way.*

Starrk had had enough of exploring, he had amazed himself that he had lasted this long without getting bored but it seemed that the former Prima Espada was done and now he was wandering through one of the many alleyways within the walls of Seireitei.

He was completely oblivious to the fact that he might not be as welcomed here as he was in the universe he had come from, but as with much that went on in his life he didn't really care so long as his naps were not disturbed because of trivial things and of course there was no more of Aizen-sama's horrible tea.


[ooc: Coyote Starrk from 11th_kitty 's AU finally making his entrance into Seireitei, he's harmless honest.]

[The identical twin boys in blue are just standing there hand in hand with green eyes wide in amazement. It didn't seem like any place they were used to but there seemed to be so much open space for them to run around but with enough object for them to hide behind should they choose to play hide-n-seek.

Though with all the excitement of a new place they were a bit worried with coming across their Master. Would he be angry at them for disappearing like they did or would he be understanding? It wasn't their fault that this place seemed to just "pick them up".]

Let's see if anyone can play with us.

If we do find anybody.

There has to be others here, right?

There has to be.

[Harribel leans against a building in Nuetral, looks something like deep in thought. Her brows were knit together with one hand at her chin. She had run into that female Ulquiorra before and she had been really thinking over what to make of that "second release". How did Ulquiorra gain a power like that, if she had it all along why was their number only 4, it was obvious it could be a higher rank. But the one thought that buzzed in her head the most would have to be "How do I achieve it?"]

Though should I even bother?

[I'm already at the point where hollows would either just back away or bow down if I glanced at them. Its the power of an Espada.]

...Hnn.

[The weather had seemed to get colder within the Nexus, and some could assume that is what had drawn a certain zanpakutou spirit out and into the more populated areas instead of the usual places he walked. It was more of a simple case of simply saying to another that he would. No one had to know that, though.


His steps stopped short near gates of Seireitei, a place he had never gone near after being in the place for a year almost and had simply watched from afar. Passively, the spirit seemed to just stare before he was no longer simply standing there, calmly standing ontop of a wall and looking within..]


Hn..

[He couldn't help but wonder why it had been said that he should pay a visit to this place. Knowing it was there was enough for him, being able to watch from distances, and yet there he was..]

"EH!? Where have a I ended up now!? I thought I was heading for the Rukongai!"

This Rangiku seemed very confused as she reached up to adjust the pink bandanna about her neck. She looked around in quick movements, her chest wriggling as she did.

"Ano! Anyone around?"

[She'd been gone for just over a week, pulled back to their own world. Pulled back to Hueco Mundo, to Aizen...

She wouldn't break.

Wouldn't tell him what he wanted to know.

Perhaps Aizen got bored in the end, or perhaps something was happening. Either way, no one had come in the last few days, not for anything--either to interrogate her or to bring her even water.

So maybe it wasn't surprising that when Kyouraku and Ukitake burst into her cell, she was too delirious and dazed to notice. She hadn't noticed when Kyouraku wrapped her in his haori and began to carry her out of Hueco Mundo.

And she hadn't noticed when she suddenly found herself back in the Nexus.]

[OOC: She's in Seireitei, near Eighth Division.]

[From a certain open window in the Nexus wafts a delicious smell; a holiday meal of momentous proportions being stirred, whipped, roasted and baked up within. Masaki had been cooking all day, pleased as punch to be able to cook to her heart's content. Slow-roasted turkey with a honey glaze, candied sweet potatoes with marshmellows melting on top, garlic bread stuffing with a crunchy crust and moist inside, steamed veggies, tart cranberry chutney, creamy mashed potatoes and gravy, and for desert - a golden brown pumpkin pie, fluffy and topped with whipped cream.

A traditional, western Thanksgiving meal; the poor table groaning under the weight of its burden. Surely, there's plenty to share...]


((ooc: Dear Nexus, Happy Thanksgiving! Come get fed by Masaki and expect to leave with a plate of leftovers!))

*Rumors of a captured Arrancar claiming to be on the side of the Shinigami being held by the Fifth Division may have started circulating around Seireitei by now, especially since Grimmjow wasn't being particularly quiet in his cell, frequently shouting and cursing at his guards for trusting Aizen, and his voice carried well through the window of his cell. Really, the courage and patience of the guards must be commended for putting up with the angry ex-Espada as he did everything in his currently very limited power to make sure they were aware of how thoroughly angry he was to have his meal taken after he had killed it then being forced to miss his sparring match and having his plans to go home and enjoy being out of the Fourth and with his girlfriend again put on hold.*

[Shiro had been unconscious for so long, and it was more than worrisome. Today he sits by the boy's bed, taking his turn in watching him, making sure he was kept comfortable enough - at least by the looks of it. There was no way to really tell if a pillow here or a blanket there helped his comfort any. It was clear that only one thing - or rather, person could every really help. It was all they could hope that either Shiro would join Ichigo soon in going back home, or that Ichigo would return soon.

For the time being, however, Ukitake opened a well used copy of "The Tale of Genji", with a cracked binding and the smell of rotting paper. He'd wished for his own copy, and the nexus was kind enough to bring it. Letting his fingers glide over the current page he was on, he began, reading aloud for Shiro's sake, by the light of a lamp on Shiro's desk.]

"...Chapte Five, Lavender...Genji was suffering from repeated attacks of malaria. All manner of religious services were commissioned, but they did no good. In a certain temple in the northern hills, someone reported, there lived a sage who was a most accomplished worker of cures..."

[Just a step from running, Nanao is unwinding the gold and blue patterned obi from around her waist. Talking over her shoulder to a harried assistant, the co-leader of the Rebellion is making another mad dash between appointments with allies and supporters, now going from a joint luncheon hosted by the Kuchiki and the Unohana over negotiations on trade rights between lands held in Rukongai to a conference with over half the mercenary groups currently rallied under the Rebellion's checkered banner.

Hip popping the door to her guest room open, Nanao let the length of brocade-woven silk drop and pulled golden combs from her head, fluffing out her hair in a stolen moment of pleasure. Sighing, she pulled down a red and white patterned hakama and kosode. The Merc Alliance didn't recognize the black shihakusho of the shinigami, but they respected a sword at the hip and a warrior's wardrobe. Simple and meant for travel and long wear, but the bold colors enough to draw the eye and make her stand out.]

Have a fresh shihakusho sent to Shiba-san's camp, I'll be meeting her after I'm done with Nakuza-san's newest demand for a pay increase for patrolling.

[An aggravated sigh and she ties the hakama-himo tight and slips a sheathed katana into it. Glasses were folded and tucked into the kosode as she turned around and opened the door...

...out into the Nexus.]

[ooc: Ise Ukitake Nanao from smiling_loser and pisceslightning 's Survivor AU.]