Rarely would they go to the Primera, only if none of the other Espada or Números were in reach for executing and undergoing certain tasks, would Starrk be called out and paired up with someone, if the order required for such, and then be sent to swiftly fulfill whatever their Lord desired to undergo and fix up in the shortest possible amount of time.
The assignment on hand was a rather easy one, even a bit uncommon: recruitment of suitable hollows to incorporate in the God’s army. Place of execution: World of the Living.
The latter part served for a brow to raise in mild confusion, just to disregard the whole topic with a mild shrug; after all, it was just logical to try and find those who escaped through Garganta, infiltrating the human world in search and try and everylasting desire of gaining strength through fresh human souls, something that, by far, is not in the Espada’s mind anymore – maybe never was, depending on his past. Raising in rank from Menos to Adjuchas as a possibility could also be entertained in the vast expanses of crystalline desert.
Simple hunting of those who are, without a doubt, weaker was more easily fulfilled in the realm of the mortals.
The order was clear. For one; to wipe out those who had gained a sufficient amount of power so that Soul Society could be alarmed and detected, as well as brought onto the kind that was Arrancar. For second; those who are willing – after suitable threat – to follow along, were to be actively recruited and brought back to the castle of marmor and sands to lead in front of the Lord or the Commanders.
Starrk found himself, by now, on the way to the Sexta’s premises, as he was the one assigned to carry out this very order with him. Why ever they decided to put up one of the calmest with one of the most brash Espada for this time, was nothing dark-haired male exactly wanted to dwell on. After all, formerly they had had paired Nelliel just with Nnoitra, something that ended, without a doubt, not exactly to the Lord’s liking.
A few minutes later, door found to be open, he would simply let himself inside without so much of a hurry (after all, their first meeting didn’t end exactly with Starrk allowing the entrance to his chambers as well), slate grey eyes narrowing slowly in search for his companion. “Grimmjow.” A call just loud enough to echo through the rooms, while he went to lean against the wall besides the door. For his own preference they could start – and end it as soon as possible as well.
