ZOran Zazaravitch was in the confines of his abode as the captains meeting had reached it's conclusion,. He was tired from the day withf ighting two demons, this whole meeting, and the training he had earlier in the mroning. He jut wanted to sleep now., Though, the sun was still up, slowly setting as minutes passed by. Unwrapping the blood-soaked cloth around his arm, he laid it on his bed, opening up the mahogany drawer at the egde of the room and wrapping new bandages around his deformed arm. The blood quickly soaked them as well, giving them the same red tint as the others. That was when a voice echoed throughout his mind. It was one he had never heard before, though regardless, it had said something about Tazuma, another taicho being in some iminant danger. Said it was urgent and the such. Well, he was a bit skeptical about uit, but he went to the living realm anyway with the hell butterfly and everything, senkaimon, shunpoed over to the hideout of the Vizards, unaware of what the hell was going on, and slowly placed his hand on the barrier, his body moviung through it as if it were allowing him to pass.
Walking inside, Zoran Zazaravitch lightly tapped his fingers against his zanpakto, as if ready to fight. He never trusted people, but he tryed not to show that in his actions. he just always kept a third eye open for any possible events that may unfold. As he finally got inside, his crimson hues honed in on Tazuma, the captain. On their face, a hollow mask was forming..He was a vizard? No..That mask..It wasn't complete. He was going through hollowfication...Were these people forcing it on him..the other two in the room. Both of them seemed substantially powerful, but he did not know either of them,. The Taicho of Squad Nine glared at the stronger of the two. The one known as Fujioka. His eyes were calm, but yet a serious titn to them, showing that he knew something about what was going on with Tazuma, Though, not entirely. His own hollowfication process happpened away from public civilization, and his own memory of that time had been faded. All he remembered was a few brief moments of fighting some hollow.
Zoran Zazaravitch parted his lips, speaking toward the unknwo individual in his normal calm, but deep voice. " Listen, I don't know who either of you are or what this place is, but what the hell is happening to Tazuma? That mask....Why is it forming? He wasn't a vizard last I checked..That hollow reishi...Its unstable. I haven't seen something like this before. Mind filling me in a bit on the whole scenario?" It was then that he turned his head back to Tazuma, examining them and their rising power. It was growing expodentially with each passing second, and with the hollow taking over, containing such a thing could prove difficult.
( I ended up makinga 1700 word post, then my computer crashed on the last paragraph..I'm not retyping that shit, so here is a lazy 500 worder.)