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Index:
-Espada Impressions, ver. Nelliel, Tier, and Luppi
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While, for the most part, level-headed and neutral, they agree on a passive dislike for all the other Espada, just on principle.
Partly because of their doubt, scorn, hostility, and/or indifference upon their arrival to Las Noches as Vasto Lordes, partly because of their general dubiousness expressed upon their joint appointment to 1st Espada as Arrancar, and partly because they just really didn't like some part of their personality.
The twins often dislike different traits, but they agree on the matter-of-fact dislike.
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Nelliel's pacifism is something they can live with, her reasoning holding a few ideas that Shika and Kako both somewhat subscribe to.
After all, she'd gotten to 3rd Espada despite her code of honor and soft-heartedness, which is a commendation they can respect.
Kako can't respect her self-righteousness, though, in degrading those who fight out of hatred, or prejudice, or out of competition.
Those are all ordinary emotions, concepts, instincts.
Survival of the swift, the strong, the smart and sly, cutting down each other through the desire to establish a set hierarchy, challenging one another to usurp or to gain, to see where they stand: they are to be expected from Hueco Mundo inhabitants.
That's just how things work, and for her to judge that as inferior to her personal philosophy is nearly an example of cultural relativism, and certainly a case of a suppressed superiority complex manifesting in a subconscious desire to pretend herself morally better than those around her.
And her calling 'vengeance' to be a worthy cause of battle is just outrageous hypocrisy, another thing Kako can't, no, won't respect, because 'vengeance' is simply a prettified word for 'bitterness' and 'more hatred' and 'terrible, consuming obsession.'
Terrible, terrible, terrible.
Kako hears echoes of steel ringing steel, sees echoes of flickering fading foxfire, feels echoes of burning cold focus, and can almost taste the salt and blood and smoke on her tongue.
If she has ever hated anything, then yes, Kako hates someone casting vengeance in a positive light, hates it for reasons she doesn't know.
She can forgive hypocrisy, because every sentient existing being within a society is, has been, or will be hypocritical, and she admits that she herself is, has been, and will be, as well.
But she cannot forgive the slightest positivity towards vengeance.
(remember remember remember / rule one no dying that's a good rule i like it / broken chuckles by the flames and rubbing frostbitten fingers / wipe her tears then teal eyes red hair raw lips / forget for a night forget me not never)
For Shika, it's just the denial of her Hollow urges to permanently end her opponents.
More importantly, leaving them alive to nurse their wounds and recover and suddenly she's got all these enemies after her seeking vengeance.
He isn't as hung-up as Kako is about vengeance, but the sheer idiocy of such an action offends his tactical attitude, especially as Nelliel is usually surprisingly logical and calm otherwise, two traits he can support and amiably shares.
Pity, that.
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Tier's philosophy of not killing, especially for gaining power, is bewildering and frankly impossible for her to subscribe to.
First, she's a Hollow, as they categorize 'Arrancar' to be Hollows.
Second, Hollows must eat either other Hollows or human spirits to live and evolve, since apparently all souls are not created alike, and animal souls dissipate immediately by themselves into animal afterlife/reincarnation/Somethingness.
Well, okay, Shika reminds that Hueco Mundo's Reishi-thick air means lesser Hollows can still survive if they aren't eaten, but the point is, Kako deflects, Tier used to be a Vasto Lorde-class Menos.
Which means, third, she definitely ate other Hollow or human spirits, and to do so, killed them (again); otherwise, she would not have evolved so far.
And fourth, evolving = gaining power = a blatant contradiction boiled in blatant hypocrisy.
If she actually followed that philosophy since her inception as a senseless roaming pit of hunger and claws and teeth, and still somehow got here as a serious, sane, smart Arrancar, then that would be a paradox capable of feeding Shika's genius IQ for a couple of days, at least.
Then Kako (and consequently, Shika) hears her other philosophy of winning in a group, if she cannot do so alone.
Oh, didn't that carry some loaded connotations.
What is she trying to win? Who or what is she trying to beat? Why is she trying to be victorious?
Who/what is she trying to prove herself to, and why?
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(Shika computes paradoxes, Kako picks apart psychology, and they achieve another agreement of 'we're all messed up somehow but we're all sentient even if we aren't all necessarily alive and anyway...
'... we've got each other.'
They don't need Fraccione, not with an understanding like that, although Kako is occasionally dragged in by Tier's Fraccione for 'girl-talk,' something she compliantly assents to with amusement, and Shika sometimes mooches off them for food and extra pillows.)
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Luppi's sarcasm is quite entertaining at times, often boldly snarking something they're all thinking but won't say.
His arrogance is quite entertaining, too, in much more sardonic terms.
Shika is excellent at being sardonic and not excellent at being entertained, but there holds a certain comic relief in witnessing the androgynous replacement-Espada playing about in his battles, playing about in his spars, playing about and fancying himself the cat.
No, he's the puffed-up mouse.
The comic relief lies in predicting when and how Luppi will die because of his arrogance, because it was never doubted that arrogance would be his downfall.
Really?
Inviting his opponents to gang up against him, actively giving them time to do so, willingly aiding them with personally provided and accurate information about odds and match-ups and his own abilities?
Then drawing out the fight long enough for his opponent to learn and adapt and improve?
Correction: the puffed-up, nearsighted, suicidal mouse nibbling casually on radioactive cheese that's pulsing erratically.
The cat is not Shika, a., because he's not sufficiently motivated to bother with Luppi, b., because a cat's sideways swipe and casual confidence is not his carefully nonincriminating style, and c., the cat is definitely Aizen Sousuke in any given situation, all milk and honey and rat poison.
He wonders, idly, how much force it would take for a deer's hoof to squash a mouse.
Oh, and the first thing Luppi ever said to them was a comment on Kako's flat-chestedness in comparison to the other female Espada, which naturally doesn't help Shika's opinion of him much.
But truly, the astonishing arrogance of this fool who's been lucky enough so far to get to Sexta without maiming or death, what with his constant provoking and annoying and sniping of those around him.
Shika thinks he will not be overly mourning when the mouse finally falls off his lucky streak and tumbles right into the jaws of the awaiting cat.
As current matters stand...
Maybe it will be Grimmjow who knocks aside the mouse and snaps it up with panther teeth and a decisive deadly crunch.
He's just lucky Kako took the comment about her chest amiably, and simply dislikes Luppi both for his tendency towards vengeance as a sore loser, and for the shared (low) impression of his arrogance.
The sheer strategical affront-!
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Not all is bad and negative.
Kako, at least, being the more actively social one of the two, finds something to appreciate about each Espada.
(Shika doesn't have sufficient motivation to do anything about them, which more or less amounts to the same thing.)
She talks books with Nelliel, compliments her hair, discusses braids and swordplay with Tier, compliments her hands, and trades relatively friendly sarcastic remarks with Luppi, complimenting his eyelashes.
(snowflakes drifting in on girlish giggles / mists rolling in on roiling riverbanks / death fluttering in on coquettish lidded smiles)
He slouches by in the hallways and nods to all them, lazy and languid and often loudly yawning.
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But they still have a fundamental passive dislike for their... coworkers.
One that is tempered by their united cause.
... Mostly.
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(Really, Kako only explodes some stuff technically not hers around twice per month, and of course Shika's never caught by anyone who's not his literally mind-reading soulmate.)