Late Night Snack {Closed/Connor, Fuuko}

[Raphael Laurent]

Five AM.
He could hear that voice again. The one in his head that had been driving him crazy, the one that had started when his headaches had and no amount of drugs had fixed. Hell, they hadn't even gotten better. Nor could he go to the shinigami about this. Nobody from the company had even gotten back to him... But why? The company ignoring his many emails and calls made no sense. The most he'd gotten was someone telling him that he would get a call once "Mister Kazura" returned. That had only gotten an annoyed groan.

Then thee was Luca... His eyes had stayed glued on the only other human that he knew of that had experienced this same phenomenon he was going through and the man was nowhere to be found! He grumbled a bit, pushing himself out of bed and going to the shower. Raphael knew that he'd be checking his phone in another two hours. It had become something of a routine.

Wake up to a voice or nightmare. Check his phone. Get disappointed. Take a shower. Go hunt hollows.

After all, he was still on sick leave from Uzaki Enterprises and he really had nothing else to do in Japan. Sometimes, he didn't know why he'd bothered coming. But it was still a spiritual hotbed, so he didn't feel like he could just up and abandon everything, now. Thus, why he found himself out at five in the morning, in a car, headed back towards Karakura Town from his apartment in Tokyo. What was he going to do if he found a holllow this time, though? There was no one to stop him.

Feed. FEED.

He was getting pretty hungry... If there was one, then maybe he'd just take a bit of a bite tonight... Maybe...

The car pulled up in front of Uzaki Enterprises and he got out, looking around, then pulled out his phone and glanced at it, nothing big seemed to be going on. There was a text message from Leo, but he could read that later. There was an email...from Randall, of all people. Something about research from his mom? He sent a reply email back, quickly. He'd have to look for any research documents or notes. He had no idea what his cousin was talking about.

That was when he felt it: a hollow. It wasn't very strong... but there were so many of them lately, that patrolling and catching them all, even with the shinigami, was becoming more and more difficult. He was going to need to step up his game, but getting sleep, in the interim, was getting harder and harder... He'd have to go after this one, and then, whenever some shinigami showed up... then they could handle it. The problem was that there were other hollow signatures popping up in the area... he'd have to handle this first one, fast.

[Satoshi Fuuko]

Fuuko yawned as she stared at the flashing lights and whirling noises of the a Pichinko machine. she had managed to carve out a little spot in the city. An older, down on its luck parlour had just gotten a jolt in the arm thanks to a "phantom pachinko player" Not wanting to use her gigai, Fuuko hard started playing the game with a few coins she had borrowed from the owner. It was late at night when most  people were asleep, but whenever she hit it big, she just put back what she "spent" and then some and left the rest spill out in a cup. Now people wanted to see  the phantom, but Fuuko had made sure to only play when people weren't watching. This left her with the ability to play as much as she wanted without people bothering her while other people played around  her without prying. The last  thing she wanted to be responsible for was an actual  ghost sighting. 

However, she had been at it for some time. Dawn was approaching and Fuuko had had a lot  of alcohol and just about smoked herself out of cigarettes. She still hadn't hit the jackpot, though, so she was determined not to leave without hitting it. However, she was on the verge of falling asleep her head nodding  and she closed her eyes and set her head against the Pachinko machine and closed her eyes. It didn't take long before she was snoring loudly and a little bubble appeared on her nose. 

When the first hollow appeared, Fuuko didn't notice. Even if she had been awake,she might have let it go. A fairly weak Hollow- No real fight. Whichever member of the Juusanbantai was around could handle it. However, as more started to appeared, there was a tickle. Fuuko woke up and looked around. She blinked, finished off a can of beer that only had a gulp left in it and made a disgusted face. As she walked out of the parlour, she pulled out her pack of cigarettes and felt nothing inside. "Shit." She muttered and tossed the pack away as she stepped outside and felt the searing first rays of light upon her. "Fuuuck! It's too early for this shit!" She hissed. 

It was not, however, too early for the morning rush of working humans. "Dammit." Fuuko sighed and pulled out her kiseru. As she packed it she narrowed her eyes and focused on the appearing Hollows. This early in the morning if one of them was feeling it, they could cause a bit of trouble before they were taken out. "Ok, where the fuck's the patrolman at?" She muttered as she pulled up her book of matches only to find out she was out. "Son of a!" She threw the match bood down and angrily tapped out the tobacco of her pipe and stuffed it back where it was. "What a damn waste..." She growled. 

"That's what you get for being a smokestack, Anego!" 

"Oh, fuck off and go back to sleep!" 

"B-But didn't I make you angry enough to want to take it out on someone!? You big... you baka!" 

Fuuko blinked as Shukketsubuki taunted her. "Ooooh. Heh, yeah, I get it." She mused. "Oh yeah, I'm soooo pissed off." Fuuko rolled her eyes. She bent her knees and hopped off the street and up onto the buildings and began to run towards where the Hollows were appearing. She unsheathed her zanpakutou and began running along the buildings until she came across the first Hollow. A pretty ugly looking thing that was round like a ball and seemed to be rolling around and screaming. It was a little park in the middle of the city and Fuuko hopped off the building and drove her zanpakutou downward into the top of its head and all the way through. It rolled away and seemed to squeal and light up as if the konsou had been perfromed. However, instead of dissipating, it exploded and filled the park with a bunch of tiny, dog-sized Hollows, still ball shaped and rolling around ypping. 

"What the actual fuck!?" Fuiuko hissed. "I don't neeed  this shit!" Fuuko barked and as one rolled towards her, snapping it's teeth, she raised her foot and crushed it with a stomp. It popped and exploded into little marble sized Hollows. 'This is fuckin dumb." Fuuko growled. 

"Use meeeeeee, Anego!" Shukketisbuki whined.

"Fuck you, bitch. you're stayin sealed and bein miserable like the rest of us!" Fuuko watched as a few of the Hollows rolled together and combined. Getting a little bigger as they did. 

"Ok, assholes." She hissed and went through and cut each one that wasn't attached until there was a small, half-man sized ball. "Ok, no go fuckin-" She began to speak, but it suddenly spouted arms and pushed a thumb into it's mouth, then blew and expanded into a Hollow that was larger than it first was. It turned and looked at Fuuko with a wide grin on its hollow mask. It opened it's mouth and steam hissed out. As it was bout to talk, Fuuko narrowed her eyes and stabbed Shukketisbuki into the ground. 

"Do you think you can defeat me I-wait, what are you doing?" 

Fuuko reared back and punched it in the face, sending it flying until it hit the park gate. Then, she jumped onto it and grabbed it's arm and started punching it int he face over and over again. "Wastin my fuckin time with this bullshit!? If you don't tell me how ta fuckin kill  ya, I'm just gonna fuckin punch ya into dust! Piece of shit!" Fuuko said and continued to do just that. She tore its arm off and tossed it aside and then continued to throw down rights and lefts at it as it pleaded for her to go grab her zanpakutou and finish it off properly. 

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Reiatsu: 3400/3400 - Blood Bank: 000 - | Sealed Tachi

Blood Collection - [090] Passive |

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{Stats & Skills}Stats:

Reiatsu: 3400

[[Strength - 400 Points (600) +50%
Speed - 300 Points
Spiritual Pressure - 272 Points (340) +25%
Reiatsu Strength - 45 Points (31) -30%
Light Aura - 95 Points
Dark Aura - 05 Points
Instinct- 75 Points
Senses- 68 Points (51) -25%
Energy sensory - 40 Points
Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Total: 1200/1200 SP]

Current Skills 15/15
• [Battle Focus] {1}
• [Pain Tolerance] {2}
• [Lack of Fear] {2}
• [Zanjutsu] {1}
• [Strength of Will] {2}
• [Damage Recovery] {2}
• [Bleeding Tolerance] {2}
• [Anti-Stealth] {1}
• Blood Scent {2}

[Connor Greaves]

Connor let out a mighty yawn from behind his mask, hopping from rooftop to rooftop. There were many duties a Captain had to preform, and even those varied from division to division. Connor was the Captain of the Ninth, the 'Information Dissecting Squad', or as some might like to call them, tech support. Truth be told, his squad, for the most part, were behind the scenes experts who liked to hack and steal information from the human world, lots of espionage of the more boring variety. The Second Squad were the ones who got the more 'exciting' espionage missions.

Unfortunately for Connor, he was not what you would call stealthy, unless you put 'is not' before it. He would closer fit into the 'search and destroy' category, given the nature of his Zanpakuto. So, here he was, out on a two part mission. Patrolling the city, killing hollows and putting down any problems that he might see, the mission on paper, for anyone asking. And the real mission, setting up and repairing satellite dishes that his squad, and Squad Twelve, could use to connect to the internet, hence why his was called tech support.

"I just wish they would bother me at reasonable hours." He complained to himself, lugging around nearly two hundred pounds of radio equipment on his back. He let out an annoyed sigh. "This place looks good enough." He said as he stopped and picked a building at random. Squad Twelve might have been monsters who enjoyed playing god, and eggheads at that, but at least their tech worked. He had done this enough times to know how to do this by memory, so he placed his equipment down and got to work.

He was maybe ten minutes in, he was maybe half way done, when he felt a surge of reiatsu. He turned to look over the side, when he saw a Soul Reaper fighting some hollows. At a casino parking lot. "Huh?" Abandoning his work, he made his way down to the fight. The bottle was handled quickly, the Soul Reaper was rather good at their job, but they were rather loud while doing it. As well, as being overly violent, unless repeatedly punching hollows in the mask while swearing up a storm was a new hakuda move he had yet to hear about yet. And she torn its arm off, of dear.

He had to wonder if she was a member of Squad Eleven, given the overwhelming violence in her display, and her ignoring the darn thing begging for any kind of mercy. She appeared to be fresh out, given the waft of alcohol he could smell coming off her. He approached her. "Miss, I do believe our job is to send them onto the next life in peace, not pieces." He said, dryly. Connor had not taken his Haori, instead taking his standard uniform, and was wearing a Tragedy mask on his face, what looked to be black fabric obscuring his features behind it.

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{Stats and Skills}
Stats

Strength- 200
Speed- 400
Reiatsu Strength- 100
Spiritual Pressure- (400+200%) 1,200
Senses- 100
Instinct- 400
Energy Sensory- 200
Dark- 100
Light- 0

Skills

Strength of Will- 4
Weapons: Swords- 2
Street Fighting- 2
Acting- 2
Disguise- 2
Crafting- 2
Pain Tolerance - 2

[Raphael Laurent]

There were so many problems, every one of them was worse than the last. If it wasn't bad enough that there were hollows out but he cold also, slightly, feel shinigami activity around the area also. He'd have to be extra careful. There went his idea of having a feast tonight... maybe. He might be able to snag a bite... or take off a limb or a something like that. With his hollow seed technique, it wold be child's play to take off an arm or a leg and then just... chow down a bit. Maybe... He would need to avoid them, if he was going to try that, at least for a few seconds.

They weren't too far away... He couldn't risk them finding out, but how best to do something like this...? No. He couldn't risk it, not at the moment. What he'd need to do is hunt one down farther away. But... shit. They were all clustered up around here... He frowned. He'd need... to either...chase one away... or fine one... This was going to be bloody impossible. What was the best way...?

He heard a boom and turned to see a large wolf like hollow staring him in the face. It was intimidating, sure, but it really wasn't all that strong. It bared its fangs, it growled and then roared and Raphael simply stood in place. This thing... Did it not sense the difference in power? Or...was it just stupid. It was entirely possible, he theorized that it was still fairly new to being a hollow and, because of that, couldn't really sense the difference in power between itself and Raph? There were too many possibilities, and he was starting to get annoyed. These things were all over the place. But now... well, this was bad...

Other hollows were starting to gather, and had starting running at one another and a few had started to consume and combine with one another. That couldn't be good. Their power seemed to be increasing also, not that it was a bad thing, necessarily, or something that he cooldn't handle, but it was... concerning and annoying. His anger began to bubble to the surface. Stupid hollows, they were just so damn annoying. He had to find some way to stop them from coming together...

Well, brute force, it was. He leapt at one the first hollow approaching the throng that was beginning to gather. His reiatsu, feeling very much like a hollow as it erupted from him, began to gather in front of his hand and he fired a beam, killing the approaching hollow and looked back at the group of them devouring each other, frowning. Part of him wanted to get in there, to kill and devour. But the most sane part of him didn't want to do that. In fact he wanted to just completely destroy these hollows that were killing each other. He could help with hastening their deaths along. He could only hope that the shinigami got over here, before he was forced to do so. While he wasn't necessarily a fan of them, they did, at least, serve an important function.

[Satoshi Fuuko]

Fuuko was, admittedly, not paying attention as she pounded the Hollow underneath her into paste. So, when Connor appeared, she only barely registered a new presence. Her body tensed up, but she was "in the moment' until Connor spoke up. She looked up as one hand slammed into the Hollow. Her palm flattened out to keep it pinned to the ground and she narrowed her eyes at the man. "Yeah? Well tell this motherfucker to die faster then! Havin some technique that gives me a good fight is one  thing, but he's just bein a jackass at this point in time." Fuuko looked down at the thing with it's half cracked mask and huffed. 

"Fine." She reared back with her free hand and with a loud grunt, drove her fist into and through the beast so hard that she made a small crater underneath it. As it began to dissipate, Fuuko stood up and clapped her hands together and then wiped them along the sides of her shihakushou before she stood up and walked over to where her Zanpakutou was. She grabbed it and held it up. She could hear Shukketsubuki complaining about having to eat dirt and just smirked as she shielded it. She then turned and looked at Connor. She couldn't quite  place the energy, but she decided to go with her first assumption. 

"Are you  the Juusanbantai patrolman?" She asked. "Cause if ya are, yer shit at yer job! I ain't even on duty right now and the fuckin sun  is comin up and..." Fuuko waved her hand around. "Now that I'm thinkin about it there's a bunch a hollow hangin out around here!" She shook her head and stepped up to Connor. "Listen, bud." She said, stabbing a finger in his chest. "I don't know what  yer doin or why ya got that that dumb mask but I'm going to do ya favor. I'm tired, I'm drunk, I'm... a little horny and I'm pretty pissed off." Fuuko blinked, thinking about her words. "Ok, well, anyway. I'm  gonna save yer ass and go help ya deal with those Hollows, ok? And in return..." Fuuko rubbed her temples. "I don't know. Let's just hope for yer sake these bastards give me a better fight than that asshole." She said pointing to where the now empty crater was. 

"Now, c'mon! It's yer own damn fault if you can't keep up!" 

Fuuko bent her knees and then used Shunpo to jump in the air and clear the distance between where she had been and where the Hollows were gathering. As she flew through the air, she pulled out her zanpakutou and pulled her arm back. She heaved it at the group as hard as she could and then crashed down with as much force as she could, making the loudest, most obnoxious entrance she possibly could. "I heard there were some bitch ass Hollows here!?" 

But wait... that wasn't the only thing... 

She could worry about that when she cleared out the Hollows. 

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Reiatsu: 3375/3400 - Blood Bank: 000 - | Sealed Tachi

Blood Collection - [00] Passive |


-25 Shunpo

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{Stats & Skills}Stats:

[[Strength - 400 Points (600) +50%
Speed - 300 Points
Spiritual Pressure - 272 Points (340) +25%
Reiatsu Strength - 45 Points (31) -30%
Light Aura - 95 Points
Dark Aura - 05 Points
Instinct- 75 Points
Senses- 68 Points (51) -25%
Energy sensory - 40 Points
Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Total: 1200/1200 SP]

Current Skills 15/15
• [Battle Focus] {1}
• [Pain Tolerance] {2}
• [Lack of Fear] {2}
• [Zanjutsu] {1}
• [Strength of Will] {2}
• [Damage Recovery] {2}
• [Bleeding Tolerance] {2}
• [Anti-Stealth] {1}
• Blood Scent {2}