Another Scewed Up Night (JT | NDE)

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Training for 1160 points of SP
Following that training for 875 CTP
Then the rest will go into TTP.

That sound. That god awful sound was playing again. That continuous, annoying, horrible sound was playing to the right of his head. A million voices in his head demanded he hit the snooze button, to remain hidden from the word beneath his two warm blankets. His eyelids put up such a fight with their refusal to be opened, struggling as hard as they could to hold themselves together. But they failed. They failed like they did every morning. Everything was a blur for only a moment before details became clear. The sight of red flashing numbers was the first thing that he saw. The screaming alarm clock resting on the floor near his head, demanding that he wake up and begin his day.

Head dug into his pillow, the young man stared slack jawed at the alarm clock. Everything was becoming clear as he lifted his arm up and slammed it down on top of the clock, shutting it off. "...Fuuuuuugghh," he managed to moan, hiding his face in his pillow for a moment. He knew that if he didn't move he would, without a doubt, fall back asleep. Getting up at six in the morning was rough, something that he just never seemed to get used to. Pushing up with both his arms, the young man sat up on his futon mattress, staring out his patio door at the building adjacent to his for a few moments. Grumbling to himself, the young man got on his feet, rubbing his eyes to try and wipe away the sleepiness. Walking forward he felt his toes collide with the bowl from last night's dinner that he left out.

"Son of a bitch!" He shouted, jumping up and grabbing onto his foot in pain. Bouncing around, trying to reach out and find the wall to support himself, before the futon covers beneath his feet slipped beneath him, causing him to fall forward onto the floor below. He lay there for a moment, those brown eyes of his twitching. What a way to start his fucking day. Getting back on his feet, he made his way to the small restroom, peeling off the sleep shorts and t-shirt he had worn in bed.

Tossing them into a basket under the sink he turned the shower on, before sitting down on the toilet to begin his business. He needed to wait a minute for the water to heat up anyway, so he could use that time to dispense of anything his body had built up over the night. Flushing, he stepped into the shower, wasting no time with both wetting and cleaning his body. White suds followed behind his hand as he rubbed the soap into his skin, leaving no inch of himself unscrubbed.

The bar of soap found itself being dragged across a developed abdomen, leaving behind a trail of small bubbles as it traveled around the young man's hard body. Placing the bar on the little hook apparatus, he grabbed the bar of shampoo and squirted some of the gel in his hand. Scrubbing it into his hair he took a minute to enjoy the warmth of the water, letting the shampoo settle into his hair before scrubbing it out. Once finished with cleaning he turned the nozzle, ending the spray of water against his skin. Reaching through the side of the curtain he grabbed onto the fuzzy purple towel and began drying himself off.

Stepping from the shower, the man was busy sticking the towel in his ear trying to clean it out. Once dry he hung it back up, stepping towards the bathrooms mirror and wiping the condensation from the glass. Looking into the glass he could see himself looking back. A young man with fierce brown eyes looked back at him, a wet set of dark brown hair sat upon his head. The eyes that looked back at him seemed far more tired than usual, as if no matter how much sleep he got was never enough. He didn't like having these bags beneath his eyes, wasn't good for his looks or business. Rubbing the edges of his eyes with his fingers, Luke sighed.

Once finished with his washroom duties, along with the various other chores he had to do for himself in the morning, Luke found himself in his kitchen, preparing himself some breakfast. He had planned out what to eat the night before, getting himself a tea kettle with warm water before pouring it into a cup of instant noodles. He didn't have a lot of money, his job not giving him enough despite the amount of hours spent there, so he was often forced to eat rather cheap. Noodles weren't bad, but he'd prefer some restaurant made ones rather than this cup crap. Hell, something with something actually healthy in it would have been nice.

He prepared the rest of his meal, a cup of white rice along with a small container of soy milk. Taking his tray holding his meal over to the living room he sat down on his futon, placing the tray on his table and beginning to eat, turning on the television to see what was on. The channel it was last on was the news channel, same thing Luke always watched. He didn't have a computer, so looking up the news relied on using his television.

Finishing off his breakfast, Luke sighed as he watched the news report. "Five bodies turned up today in Downtown Karakura. Experts are still unsure to the cause of the deaths." Lukes eyes narrowed, wondering if it was the result of a Hollow attack. Ever since coming to Karakura, Luke was overwhelmed by the amount of Spirits and Hollows he was beginning to see. Sure, he'd always been able to see them, but here in this city it was...ridiculous. Slurping down his noodles, he pressed the off button in order to finish getting ready for the day.

The same key used to lock the same door, the same flight of stairs, the same street, the same bus ride, it was all the same. Nothing was ever different. Sitting there on that cushioned seat, playing with his name tag beneath his jacket, the young man sighed. Yet another day to be spent slaving away at a dead end job that barely kept him from being homeless. Resting his eyes as the bus travelled, he let his mind wander about things that were just not important. After all the mindless thoughts of a tired mind were just not worth getting into. But things were not always the same, that was for sure. As he sat on the boss, watching the world outside pass alongside him, he was completely aware that the world was completely different than it was a few weeks ago.

Following the Hollow attack on his place of employment and the two deaths that had occurred as a result, Luke was finding it very hard to keep working at the store. He'd actually been searching for a new place of employment to try and get away from it, but he wasn't getting much luck. He hadn't told anyone he'd been searching, after all considering the tense relationship between the head manager and himself it was best to not give the bitch more reason to instantly fire him. Bitch had abandonment issues. Regardless, the day was spent as it normally was. Luke worked. He worked more hours than he should, ate less than he should, and was paid less than he should have been.

The shift finally ended, a shift where nothing special had happened. Luke sighed, sitting back against the bus stops bench, eating a power bar he had picked up on his way out. Bus was running late tonight, Luke had a few theories on why that was but nothing that was really special or odd. Gave him time to enjoy his snack, considering the night time driver had a real stick up his rear about people eating on his bus. With a sigh he sat back, resting his head against the hard seat as he waited, doing what he could to not fall asleep. As he relaxed, however, he became increasingly aware of something being amiss.

He blinked, lowering his head back down and narrowing those brown eyes of his. Something didn't feel right. It was like that feeling you got in a horror movie before something bad happened. As that feeling grew it prompted Luke to his feet. The hell was making him so anxious? He began to walk, to hopefully see if that would clear the feeling away, but instead of doing that that split second decision he made may have actually saved his life. Because not even five seconds later after clearing that bench seat Luke heard both the sounds of concrete being smashed but metal being bent. "Damn...screwed the landing.." A voice said from the rubble, Luke seeing the source as he turned around.

He blinked, staring directly at the Hollow that had tried to pounce on him moments before. These things always had such strange appearances, each being unique amongst each other. This one had something like the body of a capybara, two long tails reaching out behind it, and a mask that looked as if it had a pair of librarian glasses designed into it. Luke ground his teeth together, taking a single step back from the creature as a cold sweat began to drip their way down his back. The Hollow, though, seemed eager at this reaction. voicing its pleasure with, "Oh you can see me?? Isn't this just the greatest thing ever! I just knew you were something special the moment I saw...well...smelt you. You're just oozing with reiatsu, you know that?" It began to pace towards him, flicking its tails back and forth as it approached.

Nobody was here this time. No Impossible. No pink haired bitch. Nobody. Luke was all alone. All alone with yet another Hollow. Yet another Hollow that wanted to eat him. He gulped, before becoming very still. The Hollow paused, blinking almost as it noticed the young mans new look in his eyes. Not again...not anymore. Kicking off of the ground, Luke dashed at the creature, catching it by surprise for a moment as it had not anticipated something this. All those hours spent practicing. All those nights waking up in cold sweats from the nightmares. All those days spent in regret. Luke wasn't running away anymore. There was a reason his knuckles had those bruises. Fist collided with body, claw scratched across flesh, as Luke and the Hollow went at each other. It was weak. Clearly a "baby" in the Hollow world.

It didn't expect Luke to fight back. It didn't expect Luke to actually put up a fight. Holy shit did these scratches hurt. Blood trickled down from open wounds, skin on his knuckles tearing open as he smashed his fists against the creatures form. "Little asshole!" It screamed as it smacked him with its duo of tails, sending him somersaulting into an alleyway and slamming him against a pair of pipes, knocking one of them loose. "Gah...aagh...damn it.." Luke growled, reaching up on the wall to assist him as he got onto his feet.

The Hollow began to approach again, its mask chattering as it began to twitch with anticipation. Luke could only imagine how it must be thinking he tasted. Grapping onto the loose pipe and pulling it free, giving himself a makeshift weapon, Luke bounced the unheld end in his empty hand for a moment, grabbing the closest end with both ends as he got ready. He wasn't going to run again. The Hollow lunged, mouth wide open, hoping to end this here and now. Luke kicked the earth as he jumped with one foot, and then kicked against the second ground that was in the air. It had happened after his encounter with Impo. He couldn't explain it. He couldn't even provide a logical explanation for what was happening. But somehow Luke was able to create a floor like surface in the air. Doing so allowed him to get above the Hollow.

With a yell full of determination and adrenaline escaping his mouth, Luke descended down from above, that pipe above his head, before he slammed that metal rod down onto that Hollows head with his full, available, strength. There was a satisfying crack, and a cry from the creature, and Luke was rewarded with the thing slumping over...clearly having lost consciousness. With some panicked breaths escaping his mouth, Luke descended from the airground and down beside the unconscious Hollow, staring down at it before a gigantic grin painted itself across his features. "I...I did it...I KICKED THIS THINGS ASS!!" Luke shouted, throwing his arms in the air in primal cheer and glee. He stood there laughing, dropping the pipe in his excitement.

But as he laughed, however, a series of footsteps caught his attention. As he opened his eyes back up, he saw, standing in the road, two more Hollows....staring right at him. "Oh...shit." Luke commented, lowering himself and picking the pipe right back up. "God damn it...fine...let's do this."

[☾ Aevus | Umbra ☽]

Training for CTP

Amidst the first light of dawn Aevus could be found soundly asleep in the barracks of the second division. His icy blue eyes found themselves sheltered in a sound darkness. His breathing was faint and soft, not a snore to be heard. He drifted upon a peaceful sleep. His eyes faintly twitching within his very eyelids. A dream crept through to him as he sifted contently through that lucid darkness. For once it wasn’t a nightmare. It was but a memory of a time before those golden eyes.

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Laying next to a damp wooden wall, an old man clothed in mere tatters sheltered the taste of alcohol on his bearded lips. His finger less gloves clung onto his worn dirt ridden hands. As he held forth a glassy bottle of booze just barely with but a couple of his fingers. “♫ Weigh heigh and up she rises! Weigh heigh and up she rises! Weigh heigh and up she rises! Earli in the morning ♫” The alley shaded him from most light as he sat singing a shanty in the lonely blackness.

He would swing the nearly empty bottle back and forth as he continued to sing, the alcohol dancing up and down the glassy bottle. “ ♫ What shall we do with a drunken sailor? What shall we do with a drunken sailor? What shall we do with a drunken sailor? earli in the morning ♫” His raspy voice sunk into a tear filled distraught visage of self pity. Unknown to the older man another had found himself listening to the sad ramblings of this pitiful somber cry.

His ears, faintly heard the cries of the man as he sang. The echoing of a faint drunken saddened fool who was clearly broken. “♫ chuck him in the long boat till he's sober. Put him in the long-boat and make him bail her....♫”Aevus knew not but he stood there for a time listening to the old mans saddened song.“Pathetic isn’t it?” a young voice sounded in his ear and with this Aevus would cast a passive glance to a young girl.

Her stealthy eyes were a sterling teal, shimmering faintly under the sunlight."Pathetic?" Aevus’s eyes narrowed on the skinny child who allowed her bare feet to dangle carelessly off the wooden balcony. “He’s always singing like dat, y’know and he really isn’t getting any better.” She spoke rather nonchalantly in a tone not fit for a child her age. She must have been no older than twelve.

“Quite sad really if you ask me. I mean if his voice was good maybe it’d be a nice tune every now and than but he’s really not getting any better.” She could be seen with a night coated kitten nestled on her lap. In that moment she would smile just as the old mans singing stopped.“The poison doesn’t seem to be helping the old man.“ Aevus would point out but the girl would reply with a mischievous smirk.

”He only sings when he gets like dat. Sea shanties, I think he calls them. Something about helping him remember his other life.” His other life? She had his attention at that. Aevus would turn towards the old man. “What do you mean, he can actually remember it?” That same smile remained painted as she spoke looking to the horizon.“Like his smile, it only perks when he drinks, he always forgets after his drinking spells and he becomes rather lost in himself, it’s pathetically sad really.”

She would return to Aevus at that. Her stealthy eyes seemingly narrowing down upon him. “But I guess it’d be nice though for those who wern’t born here. For them to remember at least something of who they were before all of this. Where they came from before they found this place. It must be nice for him to escape from time to time. Sorta like a dream you don’t want to ever wake up from.”

“It must be nice.” She would repeat solemnly her stealthy teal eyes returning to that far off horizon.

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Aevus awoke to reality his icy eyes drifting faintly to the window panel. He saw the faint clash of sunlight glimmer down to his bedside.“‘It must be nice.’ What am I doing dreaming of a thing like that?" The reaper would question himself as he’d lay there simply staring up at the ceiling for a time. At least it wasn’t another nightmare. He wouldn’t let himself think about that though. It was way to early in the morning. The last thing he wanted whirling in his head, was that silver-tongue hollow.

After a few minutes he’d finally sit up, his eyes slowly adjusting to the light in the room. An elongated yawn drifting forth from his very lips as he would stretch, both his arms upward. Cracking his neck as he rolled it to his left and right, he would take but a glance to the window. A blank tired expression painted his face as sleepy blues would meet the image of a black butterfly entering the room. With a heavy sigh he’d let the small creature rest upon his finger.

Heh of course the one time he wakes up at a decent time. Just his luck. Oddly enough Aevus was lazy enough not to undress and thus he was already ready to set off to the coordinates when the time came. And well according to the message he was gonna have some company tonight. He would fall back asleep shortly after. He needed his cat nap after all and he really didn't like getting up in the morning. Like always Aevus was clearly nonchalant, his hair bed ridden, his clothes ruffled in wrinkles. He sure was a sight when he woke. Clearly not the best at introductions, he’d stagger out of bed, rubbing his eyes from just waking up letting loose another elongated yawn.

By his bedside sat his Zanpakuto resting neatly in its sheath. Beside it lied his artifical one. Strapping his Zanpakuto to himself first he would than pick up his Artifical Zanpakuto. Unsheathing it from its prison he would begin to Feel out the length of the blade. His fingers would glide up the broadside of the strange and unfamiliar weapon. It was durable, sharp and cold to the touch yet still somewhat foreign to the pale faced reaper. The unfamiliarity of the blade made him unconformable and almost irritable.

It just wasn’t the same as wielding his Zanpakuto. Being born from his soul, Lumina was a piece of him and he couldn’t begin to fathom why he had decided to use this piece of junk over her. He had heard stories before of Shinigami losing their Zanpakuto spirits or outright denying them. All were different circumstances but it all stemmed to one fact: they had lost a piece of themselves in doing so. Yet no matter how illy he acted towards her or how he had treated the she-wolf recently, denying her was something he refused to do.

Resheathing his Artifical Zanpakuto he would strap it on his back as well. Stepping out into the light waning sun the third seats eyes would quickly adjust to the lack of light. Itching his nose the Shinigami would yawn. Would it be another long night of hunting hollows? Maybe a few hours at best. He supposed he could have just shrugged off his duties like he used to. But this wasn’t the academy. He couldn’t just nap on the roof to shirk off his work. He was a third seat now.

Upon entering the Senkaimon Aevus would be accompanied by a Jigokucho. The black wings of the insect fluttered by his side freely and it contented him even if the damn butterflies had a habit of waking him at the worst of times. He could only guess who he was gonna be stuck working with and he really didn’t want to do any baby sitting. Leading and giving orders to others wasn’t something he was terribly used to either. So this was gonna be new for him.

At least he was just a third seat. Maybe it wouldn’t mean anything to them. Heh if not, they’d sure get the idea soon enough. Pulling up his hood the third seat would begin to tap his Zanpakuto as he arrived on one of the many rooftops spotting the town. He wasn't one to wait, quite the opposite actually. The other two would just have to catch up- Heh that is if they even could. Winter blues sought forth the golden hued eyes of beasts. Scanning the darkening horizon as he dashed from roof to roof.

His lazy pale visage would ignite with a silent resolve of its own underneath his hood. He enjoyed the thrill of the hunt and he had just spotted his prey. Upon hearing a commotion he would arrive. His fingers would move along the edges of the handle of his Zanpakuto as he stood perched upon a chain link fence spotting an alleyway. A passing light from a car moved forth shadows into the darkened alley, causing a heightened form of two beings shadows to dance upon the walls shortly before dissipating to the darkness surrounding the two.

One was a human holding but a pipe in his hands. The other was nothing but a hollow. He held both neatly within his gaze. Listening soundly as the makeshift weapon collided with the hollows mask. His blues slightly widening from surprise as it cracked from the force. A strange curiosity. This human could see these beasts and not only that he could actually fight against them. The echo of the crying hollow reverberated in his ear drums as the beast fell to the ground. A hint of a grin slowly crept along his face as He listened on to the mans cheering. In his own way he cheered with him.

Perhaps this was going to be interesting after all. His focus would turn to the end of that alleyway. It seemed this human had gathered quite the crowd. Like lightning he fell through that alleyway. His shrouded figure winding as he instantly unsheathed his Zanpakuto. Passing the human with blinding speed he had cast his blade into the chest of the smaller hollow. Yellow eyes would widen as a blade fell deeply into its very innards. Causing it to nearly buckle under the utter shock of being pierced alone.

"Shini-" winter blues froze over the beast underneath a hood hiding his face as he twisted his blade away. Slaying and purifying the creature as his Zanpakuto exited its chest cavity. Long claws dug forth against the concrete as the second hollow turned to face him. Jagged teeth revealed themselves as it let loose a deafening roar causing the reapers ears to ring. "SHINIGAMI!" Its body was that of a large misshapen monstrosity similar in the make of man but with the intimidating size of a grizzly itself.

It eyed him with a hungering animosity of its own. The reaper would move faintly to the side at that, his eyes now falling to the swirling design of its white pasty mask. His runic blade held out to his side in a reverse grip, he would tap the handle as he began to circle the creature. He couldn't help but grin as a hint of darkness twinkled in the inner recesses of one of his eyes. Aevus would twirl his Zanpakuto as he held his ground. It was a large beast but if he was quick enough on his toes he could dance circles around it.

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

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Training for SP till Cap then CTP
Also please forgive how short these paragraphs are. I used memo to record them on my phone before copying and pasting.

Odayakama Senshi had visited the human world for the first time in almost nine decades. All her training and preparation should have prepared her for this, but the crimson haired shinigami was still unsure of her bearings. As she had left the Seireitei with the company of a Jigokucho. She had been assigned currently to exterminate some Hollows within Karakura Town. It wasn't a place that was very familiar to her. Regardless, the redhead had her assignment. She felt conflicting emotions of happyness and also nervousness as she doesn't know how much the human world has changed since she had died. Was it a brand new world entirely? Had it changed at all? She would be eager to find this out for herself.

The young looking shinigami had her Zanpakutou securely tied to her right side. Her hair was tied securely into a neat ponytail. Her cerulean eyes had analyzed her surroundings of her location as her Jigokucho had landed on her shoulder before fluttering away from her. She honestly didn't know how she would fair against the Hollows and in this new environment she had felt lost. It was time to explore the new location. The bright sun would guide her as she would walk along the streets of the town.

Senshi had decided to walk to the east as she had seen life like the way she used to remember. It made her feel nostalgic as she saw cars, vending machines, stop lights, and more that she saw within her lifetime. As she walked she had seen people going about their everyday lives and she had smiled as nobody seemed to aknowledge her existence. It had happened to be that she had soon heard several loud reverberating howls fill the air. She would recognize the howl immediately as the call of a hollow.

Odayakama Senshi would narrow her eyes as she felt her heart beat increase. What was this emotion she was feeling? Odayakama Senshi had rushed forward as she planned to find the origin of the noise. Odayakama Senshi had run down the sidewalk as she would feel incredibly nervous of what is to come. Senshi had turned a corner of a street ready for battle. What she had seen troubled her greatly.

The unseated officer had seen not one, not two, but three Hollows walking from down the sidewalk. Two of them appeared to be around human height as they stood around five foot five. They all looked unique especially the one in the middle. The hollow in the middle stood well over eight feet as it appeared to be a centipede with blades for legs. It's mask had sharp teeth as it was oddly shaped and it's body was black in color. Yet another loud howl would fill the air.

Odayakama Senshi had strengthened herself as she saw they had sensed her presence. They smelt the glorious smell of a being rich with Reiatsu. They had broken the pavement of the streets as they ran. She had to take this away from the bystanders. Odayakama Senshi had leapt into the air using the ground as a solid platform before heading to a rooftop of a large apartment complex particularly a certain bount's apartment.

Odayakama Senshi had heard the sound of crunching as she had seen claws and bladed legs break the wall and roof rail guard as three Hollows had climbed onto the roof. "Shinigami...rich shinigami all alone." The largest hollow had called out with a venomous tone as she drew her standard Zanpakutou worry in her eyes. One of the two small fry hollow had called to the one in the middle. "Boss are we going to split her up amongst us?" The centipede chuckled loudly as it's horrendous mouth opened to show rows apon rows of sharp teeth.

"She's all mine! I'll kill you and eat you both if you try to get my tasty meal!" Odayakama Senshi had began to chant as the large hollow in the center had spoke. "Injure her for me you weaklings." The two Hollows had nodded as they had charged at her at a quick pace cracking the roof of the building. Odayakama Senshi had then spoke while charging her Reiatsu. She would have to dodge every attack. She couldn't afford to be hurt or else she was finished. Hopefully she would be able to do this with no problems.

The first hollow had charged at her swinging it's claws downwards torwards her body. Odayakama Senshi had backflipped landing on her feet as the rooftop had cracked from the force of the blow. "Bakudo#4: Hainawa!" A strong golden rope of Reiatsu would fly from her palm wrapping around the hollow that attempted as it bound it's upper half. "Damn! I can't move! Help me!" The second hollow had howled as it had dashed at her aiming to slash her down with a talon like foot?

Odayakama Senshi had blocked the leg with her blade as a clang was heard. Odayakama Senshi had been chanting as the second hollow engaged her and had called. "Hado#11:Tsuzuri Raiden!" Her golden rope along the end of her right hand had crackled with electricity as the hollow bound in it had yelled loudly as it was fried inside and out as it would collapse with the rope severing.

As the Bakudo had disconnected with her hand the shinigami had seen the second hollow quickly leap into the air flipping once aiming to slam it's talons down on her head. The redheaded woman had quickly did a backwards roll onto her knees with one leg supporting her weight to avoid being crushed. Odayakama Senshi was not aware she was underestimating herself greatly. Smoke was created from the blow as the hollow quickly dashed to strike her with it's equally sharp claws.

The shinigami and the hench hollow had crossed paths and ran past each other as blood had then flown from the hollow. It had begun to dissipate being purified. As she turned to the much larger hollow, she had seen it was devouring it's underling alive as it had crunched the previously unconscious hollow before swallowing it whole. The hollow swallowed with an audible gulp as it glared at her. Now this was something to be terrified of as the creature glared at her with bloody red eyes. It's tongue had stuck out from it's mouth as it licked across it's whole face.

Odayakama felt a bad vibe from the wretched creature as it stood to it's full height to intimidate her. "Your mine now my scrumptious meal. I'm sure once I eat a beautiful shinigami like yourself I'll be able to increase in size. Now die to me Shinigami!" The hollow had charged at her incredibly fast as it's two front legs became scythes extending in length. Odayakama Senshi had widened her eyes as they had rapidly swung at her left and right. Senshi had to defend herself.

Odayakama Senshi had leapt back letting the rooftop floor getting hit again as it would crumble further making the ground collapse. A second horizantal swing aimed to behead her was launched in which she quickly ducked her head. What she hadn't expected was for a tail to suddenly slam into her from the side to send her into the guard rail on the other side of the building. Senshi had yelled in pain as her back collided with the metal railing.

The centipede like hollow had howled as it would aim to slam both scythe like weapons into her chest, but then a red beam had flown from her fingertips slamming the creature in the head. "Bakudo#9:Geki." Odayakama Senshi had paralyzed the hollow for a while as she had then leapt upwards Zanpakutou in an overhead position. She would slice downwards with her blade with both hands securely on the handle. The Hollow's mask had sprayed blood as it screamed in agony.

She had then looked serious as she would then quickly pivot on her left foot spinning and delivering the finishing blow as the hollow had it's face cut in half. The young shinigami girl had panted as she had vanquished three hollow on her own. For a newbie she would have to say that it was rather impressive. That was too close for comfort though as she had almost died. Danger is not a good friend of Senshi's, in fact it was an enemy.

The female shinigami had panted as she would flick her wrist to remove the blood off her blade. The deceased hollow in front of her had dissipated into black as she would leap off the roof of the apartment landing on her feet. She would feel sorry for anyone who lived here. The wall that the Hollows climbed were devastated as she saw holes entering every room. She had suddenly felt pain in her back as she would yell out and would hold her right hand to it.

She would straighten her back very slowly as she felt a crack as it aligned back in center. Senshi had bit into her lip as to not scream loudly into the air. Senshi Odayakama would begin to walk to the west as she would have heard another set of howls almost immediately. This had to be a joke. How many Hollows are there in this town? Senshi would dash off to find out. In the middle of the run, her back and spine would ache as it hurt rather badly as she would flinch from the awkward pain.

Odayakama Senshi had ran to see two figures in an alleyway. One looked to be a normal human being and the other being a shinigami like herself. She wasn't aware of who either of these people are, but she had seen two Hollows. One seemed to be unconscious as the other had howled rather loudly. This wasn't good. Why were there so many Hollows in Karakura Town?! Also...was this human special or something? She had never seen a hollow unconscious from a Shinigami blade. If so, how was this human able to see the hollow and combat it?

Senshi would observe the Bount as he should be able to see her from down the alley alongside the old man. A redheaded woman with cerulean blue eyes. She looked a bit roughed up and beaten, but was otherwise fine. Another interloper it seemed. She had a rather attractive appearence in all aspects as she had drawn her blade in case the hollow in front of her would sense her and would attack her. It's been a rough day although she had a premonition it was only going to become even rougher. Whoever the old man was, she could tell he had been doing this much longer than she has. Hopefully he could guide her and give her some tips on combat.

[Impossible]

Ooc: Training for sp till cap, then ctp

"Good morning Karakura! This is your host-" Called out a voice, startling a certain failure awake. He hastily looked around his room for the voice in his semi conscious state of mind, even unleashing his flood onto the area. After taking a good twenty seconds, he realised his alarm clock had somehow switched from ear grating static noises to a soul crushingly irritating radio talk show host. He sighed, rubbing his hand across his face, before using his flood to move his radio to him, turning it off with the press of a button, before putting it back where it was.

He wanted to go back to sleep, he really did. He wasn't built for getting up at any point in the day, but if he kept sleeping his back would hurt. Stretching and groaning, letting out a satisfying moan at every pop his joints made, he finally started to get up. He looked around his room, giving an indifferent stare at the place, briefly recalling the human he saved, and pummeled at the same time. His apartment was a crappy one, barely having any room to breath, with a haunted kitchen that made whatever he cooked go bad. It was the kitchen, not him.

His room was a bit better, but not by much. At least, Luke was his name, Luke lived near people. He quickly got ready for the day. Eating a premade breakfast at his one person table, pressed up against one of the stone walls. He brushed his teeth, and attempted to comb his hair, but the little plastic strip just batted his glowing strands away. It was like they were underwater. He sighed. His skin was still mostly white, he noticed as he looked in the mirror. It glowed blue in a few spots from what he could immediately see.

He looked into his eyes, the only parts of his body that never changed their colors. His right eye was a deep royal purple, with no pupil or iris in it. He spent a minute trying to find one in there like he did every morning. And just like every morning so far, he had no success. He glanced over to his left eye. It reminded him vaguely of a hollow's. It had a similar black where the white should be, but its iris was green where a hollow's would be yellow, and the pupil was a blind white color. In all, his eyes were freaky looking. He let out a disappointed sigh, as he left his bleak stone bathroom.

Yes, all the walls to his house were made of rock and stone. He looked at his spartan room, only having the more basic necessities. A cheap refrigerator was in the corner of the room, against the wall, standing next to a sink and dishwasher. A door was in the wall to the right of those, one one that led to the outside. On the wall opposite to his sink was a standard twin sized bed. At each end of the bed was a night stand. The one at the foot of it was a radio, the one he turned off earlier. The one next to his head held a metal jug of water, a chair, and a small tv. He ate at that one.

The wall behind that held a door that lead to the bathroom. Inside was just a standard little bathroom, with a toilet, a shower-tub combo, and a medicine cabinet. There were absolutely no lights in either room, not including the ones on the radio. He prefered not to waste power on something he got for free just by existing. It was a little grating on the eyes, but he could see well enough. He sat down in his chair, deciding to flip through the news for a bit out of boredom, procrastinating as long as he could, not looking forward to his hike.

"Local bus driver found dead today! After bus number 701 went missing late last week, it was found last night on the side of a mountain road, covered by the wilderness. The man inside, despite only missing for around five days, appears to have decayed at a rapid rate, looking as if he's been in there for over a month. The weirdest part isn't that however. It seems that whoever did this not only murdered the poor man, but also filled the gas tank for him. Using his own blood, baffling the investigators. Cult murder? Or was this killing the result of something more? Either way, when taking the bus, be sure to stay safe." He watched the reporter say. A few photos flashed across the screen, with the area around the gas tank coated in blood, and a body, mostly bones at this point.

He leaned back in his chair and stretched one last time, before shutting off the tv. "Huh, never thought I'd see hollows get creative. Guess I'll have to go congratulate them for that at least." He said quietly to himself, as he headed over towards the door. Stepping through the threshold, he covered his eyes, as he slowly adjusted to the rising sun. He took in a deep breath, ands enjoyed the air. If anyone could see him, they would notice parts of his skin start to glow yellow. He let out a content sigh, as he looked to his left. The last four appliances were on the outside of his house.

The first two were something everyone needed, a washer and dryer set. Both of them were a similar fifties white color, sharing the hue with his fridge. Directly next to them, sitting right outside his doorway, was a gas generator on the opposite side of them was a satellite dish. He looked down at the generator, he began making sure he had a decent amount of fuel left. Content with the answer, he left the machine running. Impo didn't live in an apartment. He lived up in the side of a mountain. He walked over towards the cliff's edge, and looked down, as he took a seat. He summoned his flood and sent it down like a rope. He loved looking over the horizon.

He could see a long abandoned shrine he passed every day. He had gone exploring inside it once and he vowed never to enter it again if he could help it. The front room seemed innocent enough at first, holding some big gold statue of a monk or something doing a pose. But when he got to the back rooms is when it hit the fan. Torture devices were wall-to-wall. He saw bear traps, clamps, knives, saws, a freaking iron maiden. He found a door leading to a basement. He didn't go down there. With his strength in energy sensory, he could feel hundreds of spirits down there. All of them were pissed off, and most of them were far stronger than he was.

If he ever gets to the point where he could fight off a small army, managed to get some people willing to help him fight off whatever was in that basement, or a literal metric ton, he might consider going back. Anyway, he looked at the city of Karakura. It was actually pretty close to here, maybe ten miles from the closest road. Not that he had a car or could afford one. He would have to walk all the way into town once he gets down there. His ever thinning flood was currently a shining golden yellow. "[smear:#0066cc]Guess I'm feeling happy today.[/smear:#c0c0c0]" He said, sounding slightly interested in his mood.

His flood- I mean fullbring -was currently summoned behind him. He was manipulating it in such a way that only a small portion of it was going down the mountain at a time. This is how he normally reached this place. The cliff was normally unreachable by regular human standards, with no path to speak of, needing speciality equipment or a helicopter. He remembered when he got the place. He had found the mountain a few days before getting his current job, and was planning on turning into something livable, but had zero building skills to speak of.

Then out of the blue, some crazy albino mother f#*ker shows up, and says he wants me as an apprentice so that he could get a promotion. Impo laughs, as his flood turns green. He had told the man to help him build his house if he wanted the glowing man to help him, he would have to help him build his house. Impo very nearly died that day, but managed to convince the man with terrible logic to help each other. In short, he got a house and his first job ever, and the crazy guy got more 'bills' and 'stats'. The failure still doesn't understand what that man was talking about that day.

Shaking himself out of his reminiscing, he looks to see that his orange flood is as stretched out as it can go. The like was extraordinarily thin, only a tad thicker than a hair. He whistled to himself. "Man, this thing gets stronger every day or something." Not only was this the thinnest he's ever managed to make his 'fullbring', but it was also the farthest he's ever managed to make it, reaching the temple at the base of the mountain. Not looking his gift horse in the mouth, he happily moved himself to the bottom.

Falling to his feet, he recalled his flood, with all of it instantly reforming into a ball above his head once more, before letting fade away, most likely returning to his body. He started walking towards the city, when giggles caught his attention. Looking over to the source, he saw only the shrine. The sliding doors were cracked open, enough to stick your head through if you dared. He could see girls behind the doors. The one standing at the front, the one he could see the most of, was a green haired girl. She looked to be around his age, maybe a year or two older. She was wearing a shrine maiden outfit, and had long green hair, with blue eyes. She had a pleased look about her.

For the other girls, he could only see half their heads peaking out from the cracked door opening. One had was a near perfect clone of the main girl, with only minor differences in her face. She was looking outwards with a pleasent grin on her face. Another had orange hair and blue eyes, with a dopey-looking smile. She was looking out from beneath the one girl's arm, and was the same age as the other two. The more girls were at the main one's feet, and were much younger than the other three. On the left was a short haired blond girl, maybe ten years old. She had an arrogant grin with green eyes that held lots of pride. The girl on the opposite side was roughly the same age, with long purple hair. She held a polite smile and sad looking eyes.

The five all held one thing in common: their pupils were all slits, like a cats. Or a demon's. "Ara ara, you managed to make it down in a single try this time! That deserves a reward, don't you think girls?" At that, all of them giggled. The four started throwing out empty words of praise to try and tempt him over. They offered him things, saying anything to get him over there. He shuttered, with his body now sporting grey spots. It represented fear. He knew these girls well, they greeted him every time he approached the temple, and always called out to him, ever since he first opened those cursed doors.

They were what chased him out of that inky black basement. He shuddered again at the memory, thanking whatever gave him this remarkable ability, because that was the only reason he manage to survive that death trap. Those.... things were not something he wanted to deal with any time soon. He responded to the 'girls' with a shiny grey middle finger. "F*#k you!" He shouted, waving two fingers around as he began walking sideways, sticking his tongue at them for good measure. They giggled again at him, sounding far more demonic this time around. "Ara, don't worry failure-kun, I'll be sure to show you a real good time when we get out. See you soon!" The girls waved goodbye, looking like proud wives, but sounding like demons. Impo only shuddered.


Some time later, he managed to reach the city. It took him about two hours, but the walk is worth the view every morning. By the time he arrived, it was already half past eight, and all the people were out and about. Naturally, people avoided him like the plague, either thinking he was some new-age trend setting hipster, or thinking he was a straight up possessed or a ghost. He had to shake his head in shame at that. How stupid do people have to be not to see that he was CLEARLY a human. Some people man, some people.

Impo reached his destination about half an hour later, give or take a few minutes thanks to some stupid kids he passed on the way. He stood outside the place he worked at, known as Uzaki Enterprises. He sighed. What's with rich people naming their companies and crap after themselves? I mean, I guess names mean a lot in Japan, but no one's gonna applaud him for the work of his employees. In fact, what was the point of this place again? It was supposed to be a cover operation for the spiritual bull s#%t this place stirs up, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember what this place was supposed to do in the public's eye.

Shrugging and taking a few steps inside, he saw the two of the usual secretaries sitting behind the front desk. They were two lovely looking ladies, both much older than the seventeen year old was. He figured they were in their early thirties, maybe each around twenty eight or nine. He thought it was slightly sexist that they were both women, but then he remembered that he didn't care. He continued forward, walking towards front the desk. The woman on the right was a blond woman with long blond hair pulled into a bun, held together with a hair clip. He could tell her hair was dyed blond, since he could see the black roots.

She had red framed glasses, and a sharp, neat look about her. From what he could see, she had a standard white button-up shirt. All of the buttons on her dress shirt were buttoned, save for the ones on her collar. She was extremely focused with the task at hand, fingers typed away at a breakneck speed, going from the keyboard, to the weird microphone headset she was wearing, saying 'please hold', transferring calls all over the building. If he didn't know better, he'd guess she was a fullbringer with the speed she moved at. She never really talks much unless it was work related, and even then she kept it simple and to the point. Her name is Mable? Maybe? Whatever.

The lady next to her was pretty much 'Mable's opposite. She sat with a relaxed air about her, smiling and chatting away, looking at her nails, blowing on them lightly. He could still smell the nail polish, but with his sense of smell that wasn't a good gauge on how recent they were done. Either Way, the scent nearly made him gag. She had short straight black hair, with uneven bangs, looking like a that chick from that disney movie. She, like her coworker, wore a white button up shirt, but unlike her, wore her shirt to show off way too much cleavage. 'Not that I'm complaining or anything.'

Either way, he reached the high counter desk, and promptly leaned against it with his one arm, getting their attention. The blond merely gave him a passing glance, before returning to her work. He figured that was all the greeting he'd be receiving from the woman. The other woman, Nico, gave him a bright smile, that was less strained than usual. She must be getting used to his odd appearance. His hair and body lacked any color at the moment, not really feeling anything emotionally. A hint of teal might be somewhere hidden on his body for curiosity, but that was only a fleeting thing.

"Hi there Impo! How's it going?" She asked in a bubbly tone, giving him the majority of her attention. He gave her a warm and bright smile. Literally. His teeth shined like a flashlight. He saw her squint, before whipping out a pair of shades from out of nowhere, making him shut his mouth with a click. He really hated this f$#king glowing thing he did. He'd have to see if his 'mentor' finished that project of his. Fighting down the fear and shame bubbling up from his gut, he answered her. "I'm fine Nico." He managed to get out, unable to meet her eyes. His skin started turning grey, with some splashes of dark blue popping up here and there.

She giggled slightly at his embarrassment, and the greys and blues faded away for red. His hair was a cool blue, showing that he was trying to stay calm. "So, has Kitai shown up yet?" He asked, getting straight to the point. Nico, and even Mable flinched at the question. Kitai was one of, if not the most disliked person here. He had this presence about him that pretty much told everyone, 'you're next'. Add to his spontaneous nature, his general lack for kindness, and his overwhelming insanity, and you've got someone that scares the children more than any boogeyman.

"Yeah, I think he went to the basement." She cringed openly as she answered him, not willing to meet his eyes now. Her good mood had instantly been soured. Impo merely sighed and thanked her for her help. He walked over and into one of the elevators next to the desk. He went to press the button that would take him to the basements, when he remembered what he'd been thinking earlier. So instead of heading straight down to 'the pit', as he so lovingly dubbed the basement, and hit the button for the seventh floor.

He figured that since people like Kitai and other superpowered beings roamed the halls on a semi-regular basis, he would be okay to do so too, despite his glowing skin. He was wrong. As soon as he entered the office floor, he was met with the sight of dozens of cubicles, each housing a person at a computer. As he walked through the office, he received many stares from the regular people, with the majority of their mouths hanging open. A few of them were recording him with their phones. He was becoming incredibly self conscious, his skin sporting random color spots now, as he started to sweat.

"So...." He asked to anyone willing to answer. "Are there any donuts left?" He finished lamely. Someone recording pointed to a direction. He quickly walked over to a small kitchen-like area. He found a box with only a few of the pastry rings, and grabbed the whole thing. In literally the next instant, he vanished in a shunpo, reappearing next to the elevator, confusing everyone until they heard a ding. The doors opened and closed, and the glowing man was gone. Inside the metal box, the failure desperately spammed the basement button, as he looked like he was two seconds from freaking out. He sat in the corner eating the donuts as he went down.

Walking through one of the basements, he slid his hand across the familiar walls of the white corridor. This basement was one of the lesser used ones for two reasons. Firstly it was a floor that housed one of the labs. This floor was used to build and create things, so only anyone who focused on crafting ever really came down here. The second reason was that Kitai had decided to set up shop here, warding off anyone who didn't have the courage to share a soundproof, rarely checked room with the insane, laughing sociopath. Impo, sadly, didn't have the option to stay away, as much as he'd prefer to.

Kitai was doing what he always did during this time of the day; hovering over his worktable, tinkering with something or other, and making something to hurt somebody. Impo sighed a tired sigh, knowing that the albino knew he was here. The madman was arguing with himself again. Jack, one of the personalities of the fullbringer, was yelling and narrating at Kitai, who responded by saying 'Lalalalala' in various pitches. Impo walked in and closed the door. The madman was sitting down, and had his stratejacket hanging over the seat's headrest. The failure summoned his flood. It was a deep grey, as it occupied the air around him.

Everything around the failure turned a transparent grey color, as the tired man lumbered forward. His flood avoided Kitai like the plague, keeping a healthy three feet away from him at all times. The worktable was bolted against the wall of the room, so Impo couldn't sit on the opposite side of it like he'd have prefered. So in place of that, he simply teleported a chair over to him, and sat in it. While it was floating. He sighed loudly, as he floated in his chair over Kitai's work, releasing the half empty box of 'food', and teleported it next to Kitai.

The madman responded by opening it and scarfing the rest of the goods down without a word of thanks. He threw the box at Impo. Impo responded by teleporting the box away, redirecting it to hit the madman in the back of the head. As it reentered the normal air, Kitai flung himself away, dodging the box. He had his usual smiling mask of a face on, only his hair was combed back, and held in place with a hairband. He glared at the failure, sneering a bit at him. "You're late. Hehehee, and you look like a drowned puppy. What's wrong, did another monk try to exercise you again? Hahaha!" He commented, trying to piss him off.

It worked, switching Impo from a grey to a red. His body still only had a few patches, same with his hair and flood, but he wasn't consumed in rage yet. "Screw you too a$$ wipe!" He barked, looking mad as he floated in the chair. He lowered the seat to the ground, being careful not to move it too fast. Kitai only laughed more, switching personas. "Kuekuekue~, aw, ain't dat cute! Heheee, da failure tinks he's people!" That was Jill, the slutty, greedy b#%ch of a harpy that he hated more than Kitai. His skin shifted mostly red, as he fired a bolt of lightning at her.

She merely laughed like the witch she is, and dashed over towards a door at the side of the room. He gave chase, entering the room moments after 'her'. His flood quickly followed suit. He looked around, trying to find the whore, and not finding her. This was what Kitai and Jack used in place of a trash can for when his experiments and machines failed. He trash picked whenever he needed a piece, but he recently started using the room for training with his 'student'. Impo had to warn Kitai pretty early on about his unstable body, and what might happen should something hit him too hard. So the man improvised.

"The handsome fullbringer took aim at his incompetent protege, and threw an old caffeinated cheese maker at the glowing twat. Heads up glowstick!" Ohhh, how Impo hated that name. It was almost like a race thing, calling him names based off of his skin. It pissed him off SO MUCH! His skin and hair instantly went blood red, as his blazing red flood caught the stupid coffeemaker-looking device, and had it flung back at the grinning madman. Kitai's grin grew louder upon seeing his rage, and laughed as he dodged, letting the object smash into the wall behind him.

This back and forth went on for several hours, as the broke down the majority of the things in the room. Kitai used this time to help improve the failure's reflexes, while he himself got to work on his speed and get some parts he might need later. Kitai sat ontop of an oven, and blatantly whipped out his phone to check the time. Impo charged up a kido. "We're taking a break. Hehehe." He laughed, and approached the angry failure, as if he posed no threat. Impo begrudgingly calmed down, but kept glaring at the human.

The two walked over to the elevators. Kitai left his jacket behind, and Impo let go of his flood, dispersing it. The ride up to the 'special' breakroom was an awkward one. For Impo at least. Kitai didn't care in the slightest about their angry spar. He was just standing there, playing with his hair, fixing it so that it covered everything on his face from the nose up. The failure just sighed and let it go. At least the maniac got his mind off the incident on floor seven. Not that he was grateful towards him in any way, shape, or form.

They quickly got some food from the kitchen area. Kitai pulled out a massive lunch bag from the fridge, and Impo stole some candy bars from the vending machines with his flood. Impo tried to sit away from the man, but he refused to leave his 'student' be. He loved watching people squirm, and Impo did that in spades. The two started eating. Impo with his crappy snacks, and Kitai with his cheese dipped everything. The lunatic glared down hatefully at Impo's 'meal'. "Those things'll rot your teeth." He informed him as he bit into a mega kit-kat bar. "Bite me cheese freak." He said with a full mouth.

A plastic knife cut through his candybar like butter, making him flinch in surprise. He nearly fell out of his chair. His dual colored eyes glared at the fullbringer with anger. Kitai wasn't smiling, and looking down on him with a heated look. Then Impo started smiling. "Oh yeah, that's right, 'freak' is your trigger word, isn't it?" His smile was positively impish, as Kitai's glare turned black with hate. Just as it seemed a fight was going to break out, Impossible reached out and popped open a bag of cheese puffs, instantly drawing the human's attention, and ending that particular route. For now.

Impo attempted to make some small talk with the man, asking him what he had been working on. He heard the name 'Dimension Tube', and that it was meant to view other worlds, but was lost when he started going off into the details, and the conversation died for a few more minutes after. Kitai tried with how the mountain air was. Impo responded with "Good. Until my neighbors tried seducing me again." And that managed to get a bark of laughter out of Jill and Kitai. Then they asked about who the heck his neighbors were if he lived on a literal mountain.

He decided to not-so-subtly change the topic to something he saw on tv that morning. "Yeah, so, apparently the cops found a bus that was run off the road." Kitai hummed as he bit into some cheesey potato slices. It actually looked editable, unlike his 'super cheeseburger'. It was just a burger dipped in cheese. Bun and all. He ignored those thoughts and continued. "Anyway, the bus went missing a week ago with the driver. They found him dead at the wheel. His body looks like it was a month decayed. And they filled the gas tank with his blood." In spite of the graphic details, neither of the two stopped eating.


THAT certainly caught the human's attention, making him grin wickedly. "HAhahaha! I like how this guy operates!" He then started praying for the man, hoping he was resting in peace, even going so far as to remove his hat and put down his fork. "Hehehehehe, there's you assignment for the day! Hahahahaaha! Find whatever killed that man, AND KILL IT! HAHAAHA!" The man laughed out, ordering the glowing man around. He was now glowing a dark reddish orange, REALLY not wanting to do that. Kitai saw that he wasn't moving. He swiped his hand across the table and sent all of the failure's food away. "Do it or I'll rip your eyes out." Impo sighed and groaned in response.

So Impo began his journey to kill whatever it what on the bus that night. Turning to the computers that the office building provided, one that didn't have judgmental people in them, he immediately thought that he should get one of these for his house. This place had cameras though, so any plans to just take the computers were off the table. For now. It took his twenty minutes to find out where the bus was being stored for investigation. He took off after that, grabbing a few more drinks from the breakroom and some snacks for the road. He figured he'd need them.

By the time the failure had left the UE building, it was past midday, maybe around one fourth in the afternoon. The sun was shining down on the people in the streets, causing general discomfort in the face of this summer heat. It was worse for those people wearing the stuffy monkey suits. He could see several people walking by, each with a grey suit, dressed to impress. Each and every one of those people were sweating buckets, ruining whatever air of professionalism they were possibly going for. It was sad really. Still, nothing he could do about it.

Pulling out a piece of paper, he scanned the sheet thoroughly, before returning it to his back pocket. He shoved his hands into his front pockets, and started walking with the crowd, heading to the right. He really needed to invest some cash into getting a car, because walking all the time, while great for his thighs and getting him thin enough to fit in these stupid black skinny jeans of his, was unbelievably tedious. Plus he thought he was starting to get claustrophobia, because these people would NOT BACK UP! He quickly whipped out his flood, making it cover everything within twenty feet of him in a bubble.

Using a mixture of his high instinct and energy sensory, he forcefully moved everyone that was around him, sending them on slightly different paths, giving him more room to breath. He was currently only glowing white, with no visible coloration on his skin. Sure, he was still glowing, but he was also in Japan, so not many payed too much attention to him for the moment. They were all too busy focusing on getting to either their jobs, their homes, or even parking garages. To get to their cars to get home. Oh how envious he was of them all. His skin gained a few green patches, as his flood changed to match the color, right before it vanished back into Impo.

You might be wondering, 'If you don't like walking with the people, why not use your abilities to just jump from rooftop to rooftop'? Oh, yeah, great question, I'm sure that I would never have thought of that one. Except, I'm not made of infinite energy. The irony of that statement is lost on the failure, who still adamantly denies what race he truly is. Impo grey up as a human, as nearly all spiritual creatures do. He lived his life filled with a gigantic well of power, easily outclassing even those with decades of experience on him in raw power alone.

He was born with his strength, and it only grew over time. He experimented with it, using it to do a huge array of different tasks. Most often, he used it to augment his physical body, increasing his strength and speed to monstrous levels. Needless to say, anyone who picked on him in his fourteen short years of life were quickly dissuaded. Meaning he put them in hospitals. He moved around a lot thanks to this, but he hadn't been concerned with this. He never thought anyone his age as a friend, years of being the strongest building up an impressive amount of arrogance in him.

He was always experimenting with his powers in life, forcing his soul to do as he pleased, not that he realised where his power came from. He learned many things about what he could do, keeping his larger feats hidden from everyone. He had not grown into a good person. He was never satisfied with himself though. He always craved more, sealing his fate in stone, as he eventually learned to break down objects into their purest form, reishi, and absorb it. He hadn't been a Quincy in life, just someone who was unnaturally strong. Perhaps it had been for the best that he died, and forgot everything in life.

His arrogance was stripped away, losing it since he never had all those moments of superiority over both children and adults alike. He stopped craving power, and stopped placing himself above others. He lost all those moments that made him who he had been, remembering only the most basic of functions. His instinctual personality shined through, giving the world the lazy, largely uncaring jack a$$ he was today. The one who stopped bad things from happening around him, and did just about anything for the right price. All in all, much better than who he would have become if his life hadn't so abruptly ended.

He reached the crosswalk at the end of the end of the street. There was a sign on the other side, currently telling them not to cross. Impo looked up at the street, reading the street name with ease. He almost went to pull out the piece of paper again, when he realised, he could remember every detail of the mapquest instructions with a surprising amount of ease. He could remember every single letter of every single, and every crinkle on the folded page. He pulled it out again, just so he could confirm or deny what his mind was telling him.

Sure enough, he was right. Not just about the directions, but about everything else he had remembered about the paper. It was frightening how accurate he was. He shook his head and returned it to his back pocket. The sign had changed, and now told them all to walk. He followed the crowd, crossing the street just like everyone else did. He heard someone honking their horn, making the 'human' jump slightly. Turning his head to his left, he saw someone trying to turn into the street, blaring his horn at the people before him, ignoring the 'no turn on red' sign. He didn't even have his turn signal on.

Sending a string of flood over to the man, weaving the currently amber red reiatsu thing around the people, he had it touch the hood of the man's car. In the next instant, the impatient man's vehicle was flipped upside down, startling everyone crossing the street. He could also hear the groans that all the other people in cars were making, as they all in turn, starting letting loose a constant stream of noise with their own car horns. The people who were walking just kept walking, a tiny bit of mirth in their eyes at seeing someone get their just deserts. Impo just chuckled as he walked right on by, letting his flood return home.

It took him a whole freaking hour to get to the crime lab, but he finally did it, he was finally there! Letting out a sigh of relief, he strutted over to the front doors, and boldly tried to enter. The doors shook as he tried to enter. ....I said, he BOLDLY tried to ENTER! The man shook the doors again, and again the double doors refused to open. I said- "F#*K OFF!" He barked at the narrator. He groaned in annoyance, as he called up his flood. He took a step back, as he sent his flood forward and into the door. He started moving around the contraptions inside, all of them, in an attempt to make the door openable.

It took a little bit, but he finally managed it. The doors opened slowly, giving him accesses to the facility. And almost instantly alarms started blaring. Panicking, he dispelled his flood, and used a move known as shunpo to get out of dodge. He was sitting behind a car, as he heard sirens going off. He quickly started walking away. "So, literally taking any other entrance besides the front entrance is a good idea. Got it." He said in a tired and nervous voice. A large majority of his body was glowing yellow, representing his fear of almost getting caught. He let out a strained breath of air, as he thought of another way in.

It was almost three now. He had decided to find someplace to eat in order to think. Thinking was hard on an empty stomach, and he only got a few candy bars for a meal. It was that awkward time of the day for restaurants, being that slow period
where it was too late to be called lunch, and too early to be called dinner. Of course, he didn't care about any of that. If he needed food, he was GETTING FOOD. He walked up to the counter of a MgRonalds. It was pretty dead inside. He could hear some employees talking in the back instead of working.

He reached the light yellow green countertop, as he reached into his front pocket and pulled out his wallet. He looked inside, and saw that he had twenty bucks to his name. Perfect. He didn't need to look up to know that someone had appeared on the other side, but he did so regardless. Behind the counter stood two people, and both looked unnaturally happy. It was kinda creepy. One was a tall man, standing the same height as Impossible did. His eyes were closed, and a smile was plastered across his face. His hands were at his sides, almost like he was standing in attention. He looked about twenty two. His hair was shaggy and held a MgRonalds golfers cap with no hair net.

Besides him to his left, stood a short, yet extremely buxom girl. She was adorable, with her odd orange hair done up in two pigtails underneath a cap mirroring the one her male counterpart wore. Her hair wasn't odd just because it was orange, oh no. His was hair often times orange due to stressful situations, and a literal rainbow of other colors whenever he was trying to act out any sort of emotion. No, her hair was odd because the shade was weird to him, never quite seeing it anywhere before. That was pretty much it. She held her hands in front of her, holding her left hand with her right, wearing an identical smile to the man's.

The two of them were wearing matching red uniforms, both having twin yellow stripes running across their vastly different chests. The man had black plants, while the girl had a black skirt. They both simultaneously bowed. "Welcome to great and ALL powerful MgRonalds, pathetic human! What type of crap would you like to shove down your throat today?" The man questioned him, not sounding angry or hostile, still looking entirely pleasant. Impo flinched, literally flinched, at the randomness of it all, with a few different colors appearing on his skin.

The girl next to him looked up at him, looking up to him like he was something to be worshiped. She turned to Impo with a nervous look on her face after that ignored display of affection. "I'm so sorry about that, today's his first day, and he's still learning the slogans. Please forgive him." She said, giving his a nervous smile. The man only nodded in response. Impo only stared, looking back and forth between the two for a solid few seconds. "Right..." He chose to ignore... whatever the f#&k that just was, and order.

"I guess I'll order two double burgers plain, with extra cheese, and a milkshake. For here." He said, dragging his hand down his face. While he was appreciative at how the two were treating him like any other customer, wasn't that a scary thought, he was confused with them. He was literally glowing! And these two didn't even bat an eyelash! He decided to try and see if he could sense something out of them. "Would you like some of my SPECIAL FRIES, with that?" The man asked suddenly. Impo looked at him. He could tell the man desperately wanted him to say yes. Afraid of what might happen if he said no, Impo simply agreed and paid.

The woman took his money, and the two left to get the food. Impo sat down at the nearest table, relaxing for a minute. NOW he decided to use his energy sensory to- "Here you are sir!" 'DARN IT, GIVE ME A MINUTE TO THINK!' And it really hadn't been a minute, as she had walked right out with his food as soon as she had escaped his sight upon him sitting down. Instantly he got up and claimed his meal, thanking her for it. Returning to his seat, he rubbed his hands together, enjoying the aroma of the meal.

The two burgers were wrapped neatly in cheap paper, while his fries laid next to them. His milkshake stood proud, with a straw next to it. He carefully unwrapped his first burger, holding it in his hands like a prize. He leaned forward, eyes closed with his mouth wide, ready to bite into it. Then he breathed in through his nose and smelled something from the burger. His eyes shot open, and immediately pulled the sandwich away. Pitching the top bun, he pulled away the seeded bread. It was trying to hold itself to the burger thanks to the yellow cheese. But he could also see some white stuff mixed in with it.

His eyes narrowed. He sniffed it experimentally, and flung his head back and dropped the burger in the same motion. He grabbed the part of his meal with the paper it came in, and stormed to the counter. "HEY!" He yelled, getting the man to come to the counter, still looking pleased with himself. "Yes sir, and hooooow many I help you?" He said, holding his hand up to the side horizontally, keeping it level with his face. Impo, now entirely red at this point, held up his burger. "What the h#ll did you put in my burger?" He asked slowly, making every word abundantly clear. He sounded very displeased with his meal.

The man's expression didn't change in the slightest. "I added my SPECIAL SAUCE!" He said, shouting the last two words in a happy tone. Impo's eyebrow twitched, as his entirely red skin started getting some patches of black to it. "And why, pray tell, does your 'oh so special sauce', smell like semen?" He asked him, sounding as sarcastic as he did hateful. The b@#*%red STILL didn't emote anything but happiness. "Cause it comes, from MEHY D#$K! YAHAHAHAAH!" Other than moving his lips, and eyes rolling to the back of his head, he didn't do anything to defend himself, because Impo was about to blast a hole into his mother f#%king skull, with all his skin glowing a hateful black.

He was two seconds away from doing it too, until the girl in the back called out to him, and for some reason he could smell ions. "Ma~o," She said his name in a two tone call. She sounded joyful, what was wrong with these people??? He groaned. "Hold on a second." He told the murderous failure. Impo took this time to summon up his flood, covering every inch of the empty store behind him. He opened the door, preparing to drag the guy outside and beat him to an inch of his life. "WHAT, WHAT THE H#LL DO YOU WANT?! He screamed in a ragged tone.

The response was instant. "Did you put anything in the microwave?" The pleasant sounding girl questioned. And in that instant, he realised what that smell was. His flood moved, stretching over to the alley across the street, as two strands flew into the kitchen. On latched onto the deadman, while the other touched the girl in the back, as a look of panic and horror spread across Impossible's face. The jack a$$ responded. "Yeah, a ton of tinfoil, why do you-" Impo activated his flood the moment before the explosion went off, barely getting out in time.

He was standing in the alleyway, watching as the building burned. He could hear sirens in the distance. While Impo had landed on his feet, the other two, he wasn't as kind to. While he placed the woman lying on her back, he flat out dropped the man on his head from three feet up, instantly knocking him out. He then proceeded to kick the everloving piss out of him while the girl was unable to aid him, still disoriented about what just happened. After thirty seconds of venting his rage into the man, he proceeded to take his wallet, remove the money from said wallet, and threw it back at his face. Hard. And then walked off.

After THAT traumatic and mind numbingly confusing experience, Impo had lost his appetite for fast food for a good long while. He never did check what races those two were, because they sure as f#%k weren't human, but he couldn't find it in him to actually care. The entire interaction with those Kitai-level lunatics had taken him a grand total of five minutes to go through, and they were five minutes he would most definitely be attempting to repress later. He was calmer now than he had been before, now glowing red in chunks instead of his whole body.

But right now he needed to focus on that stupid crime lab. He clearly wasn't going to be able to get inside, be it in a more traditional way, or by blasting some walls down. There was no way anyone was just going to let him walk in with how he looked, and the only destructive ability he had was a bolt of lighting. Good for shooting people, bad for making man-sized holes in walls. He stopped walking for a moment, standing in front of one of Japan's many, MANY vending machines. He gave it a onceover, quickly examining all the options with his powerful mind.

Pulling a few dollars from his pocket, he inserted them into the machine and made his selection. It began to make a whirring sound, as it dropped his order into the receiving thing. Was it weird that he didn't know what every part of a vending machine was called? No? Then shut up! He had ordered a cup of miso soup, hot and ready to go, along with a spoon that had been dropped down with it. There was a long line of vending machines going down from this one, so he strode along them, examining each and every one for the orders they all held, all the while, drinking his soup while he walked.

'Soup machine, umbrella machine, novelty toy machine, novelty CANDY machine, underwear machine, painkiller machine. Where the f&%k is the drink machine???' He silently demanded, looking at each and every section in an instant, and not seeing a single drink. It took another five machines before he finally found something to sate his thirst, because this soup wasn't cutting it. In fact, drinking it was making him thirstier because of the salt in it. "Lemon banana, strawberry coffee, celery kiwi. Really...?" He questioned the odd choice of drinks, and simply figured that this was a novelty drink machine, before getting something called blurpleberry. It was pretty good.


Skipping the rest of the boring details CLEARLY no one cares about, Impo managed to find where the next attack might happen. He sat on top of one of the buildings in the area. He kicked his legs back and forth, tapping against the brick wall lightly. He sat up there for the last three hours, desperately wishing he had a phone or something to play around with. He watched people come and go, wandering about like ants below him. He debated on screwing with some of them either with his flood or with his gravitational pressure, but decided against it.

Night fell, and Impo was close to giving up his search, when he sensed someone he recognized. He turned his head, and spotted the man he met a week ago. Luke was his name, and they had a good time, with him beating the dude into unconsciousness. Good times. Luke learned his lesson. He could tell that he was stronger now, to the point where he could tell that Luke wasn't a human. The bus was late, and Luke was left waiting. He was attacked by hollows. Impo almost intervened, but apparently Luke had this one.

He sensed another fight happening behind him, but he didn't know who that was, so he really didn't care all that much. Then some shinigami came from out of nowhere. He looked really familiar for some reason. He killed one of the three hollows that were attacking Luke. He looked like he was ready to fight and kill the last one too. Hm. Right before the two would lunge at each other, a bolt of lightning would carve a hole through the hollow's skull, killing it instantly. Impo shot a byakurai at it, just to screw with the guy. "Boom, headshot."

He grinned smugly, thinking how much of a bad a$$ he looked at that very moment.

[Arantima Kawada]

(Trainign for TTP))

Arantima was Settled down below a waterfall in the woods on the outskirts of the Rukongai. He was deep in meditation, performing Jinzen with his Zanpakuto. He Has been Resting here for a few hours already, Having Settled into a training regimen like this for a few days now. He Takes his Zanpakuto to the same spot and lets the water rush over his back and shoulders, His body getting pummeled by the thousands of gallons running over him as he meditates and trains in his inner world with Rasen Naga.

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Arantima stands in a restful position, his Twin Blades resting on his right hip with his Zanpakuto blade on his left. His hair is tied back in a tail while he looks across at Naga. He is preparing for combat against his Zanpakuto spirit, Rasan Naga is wearing Golden Bracers around his Little Legs. Something is oddly intimidating about his presence, even if his outward appearance is almost adorable. Arantima Knew that he was able to fight here with some of his True ability, But Rasan naga was going to keep most of it for himself, just to make sure Arantima knew how much of a true difference there is.

He slams his right hand down on the first blade, Launching the Blade up into a Spin before drawing the Lower one. He catches the blade and spins down into a Backhanded Stance, He Watches as Naga Coils up into a prepared stance as they square off. Arantima darts forward towards Naga who coils to the side, dodging the twin slashes easily and landing a blow in the small of Arantima's Back sending him flying. Moments afterwards Arantima catches a Ball of Compressed thunderous waves to the back and is suspended in the air as he is pounded.

Arantima falls down onto the surface of the water before slamming the tips of his blades into the water and throwing himself forward through the air before flipping and firing a Sho from his feet to launch back towards Naga, Spinning and Slashing as if he is going to attack. He instead slams his  left hand blade into the ground to swing along and Land a kick into naga's Face, He had been prepared for parrying a blow off the bracer. He catches the kick with his face and gets launched backward but catches Arantima's neck with his tail and uses the Ahcnor point to wrap back around to knock tima in the gut.

Arantima thrusts his hand forward and blasts the Blow backward with a sho thrust before stabbing forward with his free blade. Naga, parrying off of his Bracers as he flips and launches forward with a sho thrust of his own. He Passes by Arantima before looking up to the Sky and it shudders "You are being contacted.. A Hell butterfly is trying to Rely a message. Go." Naga Opens up a part of the Sky and Sends Arantima through it. and Gives Arantima a Respectful nod as he does, proud of his training so far.

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Arantima looks to the butterfly before Nodding and looking towards the Senkaimon Gate, knowing it's direction even from where he stands now. He Rises up and Goes towards the Senkaimon, Taking his time to allow himself to Dry off as he  goes. He Has the First Dragons Whisker, But is waiting for the Second so he leaves the single sword at his room in the barracks of Squad 10. He Makes certain to leave his location and mission information at the receptionist for Squad 10 so that if he becomes captured or lost it will be easy enough to find him.

As he steps through the Senkaimon into the land of the living he Blows a kiss to his Hell butterfly and bows as it flutters away back into the Dangai. He looks around and frowns a moment before sighing and shrugging, he knew there was a possibility of this. On occasion there will be a more pressing matter for the other members of a mission that have to head off from the initial drop point. He Looks around before Hearing the sounds of battle around and chuckles gently tapping the Handle of his Zanpakuto Let us Let them handle this for now hmm? If Anything gets really bad I will handle it, But there is Supposedly A Third seat here, So.. We shall let him have the Lead.

He Heads off, Taking three steps and Flash stepping towards the Noise and commotion, Stropping atop a building looking down into the alleyway just as Aevus Kill the First hollow, Watching as he squares off with the second.  He Looks To his Left and Sees a.. Rather Bright and Colorful Individual, Someone he has seen once before perhaps? Maybe he cannot be certain. The one thing he can be sure of was that he has just fired a Byakurai at a Hollow, So he is either a Shinigami or a Failure.. With the glow He was thinking a Failure.

He looked Down once again to survey the area around the other Shingami, One he saw Aevus The Obvious Third Seat. He may not have a high energy sensory but seeing the speed with which the man moved, There was a clear difference between him and an unseated officer. Then he would Look at Crimson, the crimson haired girl was fairly cute and obviously younger than himself or the third seat, She would have to be the unseated member of their little outing. His eyes then went to rest with Luke.. And The Body Type, the Way he held himself Was For all intents and purposes a Human.

The one thing that Caught his attention was that Luke was holding a pipe, And standing over a Hollow with a cracked mask, looking down at it as if he had actually hit the beast. This was slightly surprising to him, as he was not glowing at all. He Had only met one other type of human able to see Hollows and Shinigami, and that was bounts.. But This one didn't have any dolls, perhaps he was like Kai? Too weak currently to summon his Dolls? Or perhaps just pushing himself, forcing himself to trya dn survive without part of himself as Arantima did.

Arantima left a hand on his Zanpakuto as he looked back over to impo, Taking this Riot of color and.. Raw Attitude that was the Failure Impossible. If he was any closer to the man his eyes might just bleed from the colors of the mans hair and his soul might be crushed just under the smug air that surrounded the boy.. He Looked Down to crimson, She was surprisingly the hardest to read out of the bunch, but she seemed to be a level headed individual at the very least, and as he looked longer she had been injured.. That wasn't good.

He Cast his gaze finally back to Aevus and his face grew sullen just looking at the man, it wasn't his appearance, or the haircut, all ripped straight out of a hot topic catalogue for Gothic Edgy hiptsers quarterly, it was the weight on the mans soul.. He May not be gifted with Spiritual sensory, but looking at a person and understanding there heart was Something Arantima was very good at. He Could sense that Aevus was conflicted, about what he didn't and could not know but he could feel the weight on Aevus' soul.

He sighed to himself before standing to Full Height and Walking down on the Air ground like a Set of stairs, taking his sweet time to do so. "It Seems like we have Gathered quiTe a Crowd. I Will be the First To introduce myself. Arantima Aoire, 5th Seat of Squad 10 of the Thirteen Court guard squads. Pleasure to meet all of you. If You would All be so kind as To introduce yourself in kind?" He Looked around, Still standing Thirty or so feet off of the ground on the Air ground that was so easily utilized in the Human world.

His Gaze was fierce as it passed around to each of them, though anyone with a lot of energy sensory might find him a joke of a shinigami. His Spiritual footprint while in this sealed state was laughably Low, yet at the very edge of influence the Gravitational pressure behind him that he was keeping held at bay was rather immense. Even still however for those with the right sensory skills would find Arantima to be even weaker than the Bount Below him. Even Still, this man Spoke as if he was one of the strongest people present.

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It was like one of those moments where time just seemed to slow down. Luke had seen it a dozen times in kung fu action and shoot em up movies, hell sometimes it was in video games and was often referred to as "bullet time". F.E.A.R used it best in his honest opinion. But it was like one of those moments, where shit had just stopped. Luke had managed to triumph, with some bleeding booboos, against a shitty baby Hollow. It really wasn't that impressive of a feat, a individual who had been training his body up to be able to fight against a over confident and weak opponent. But now here he was, standing over the unconscious furry body of what he presumed to be the friend of these two Hollows. Sure, Luke sounded tough for a moment, but now the realization of this situation was getting to him. He was in trouble.

A tough face would only get him so far, and while he had the balls to keep fighting he didn't have the skills or abilities to actually do it. He'd get beaten, and eaten, and he knew it. But he wasn't going to run. He was tired of running. Running had gotten people killed. He wasn't going to put up with that anymore. Tightening his grip around the metal pipe, Luke had managed to surprise himself by realizing that he wasn't shaking. Was he not scared? Or was he so scared that he couldn't even comprehend fear itself? No, he was sure he wasn't scared. Maybe he was doped up on adrenaline. Maybe that was what it was. Made more sense than not being afraid of fear.

Teeth ground together as his feet pressed themselves into the ground, as that familiar heat began to fill his body. Ever since that day with Remielle. Ever since that night with Impossible. Every night Luke felt something inside of him. Every time he tried to go to sleep he felt something inside of him. A heat that began somewhere in-between his stomach and his chest. It was a heat that flowed throughout his entire body, like a flame that was flowing through each and every vein in his body. It didn't hurt. It didn't agitate him. It was just something else entirely. And now he was feeling it. It wasn't adrenaline, that was for sure, considering the fact that something was flowing out of his body. Luke was completely unaware of it, the blue glow that was resonating in his eyes.

A yell escaped his mouth as he began to charge forward, ready to fight to the bitter end against the two monsters that sought to devour him. But then something happened. It felt like a wind flying past him, but his senses were completely incapable of keeping track of and following what had happened. He had felt a wind pass him, the Hollow had begun to say something as...someone suddenly appeared. Luke had not seen this person move past him. The stranger had moved with such speed that Lukes human senses were completely incapable of following. Luke blinked, his charge and shouting ending as he blinked with surprise, eyes widened as he looked at the black robed figure.

"SHINIGAMI!"

Shinigami?? Luke questioned, those eyes of his widening even more as what he was seeing was suddenly registering in his head. A...A Shinigami? Luke had heard of them. Lukes mother, Aliza, when she told him what the spiritual world was...had mentioned them a little bit. Luke blinked, his face remaining frozen as he stared with that blank expression at the...man who actually looked like someone his own age. Shinigami were real? Shinigami were fucking real!? It was hard to believe that someone who saw ghosts every day, and giant evil demon monsters every other day, would have a hard time believing in the existence of Gods of Death. As Luke stared at the man, he began to remember what it was his mother had told him. A scene from a long time ago, a scene from when Luke was much...much....younger.

Luke still remembered what his childhood home looked like. Those wooden walls, the terrible white carpet, and that bland and boring sofa seat. Luke remembered the sound his front door made when it opened, and he remembered the three steps it took to walk up into his houses living room. He remembered walking in, head held low, catching the attention of his mother who had been sitting at the dining table. Aliza, with her amber hair and eyes, blinked at the sight of her son's slumped walk. "Luke? Something wrong?" her voice caught the young childs attention, causing the nine year old Luke to suddenly jump. "You're home early." he commented, causing his mother to chuckle a little as she approached him, crouching down to pat his brown hair.

"Work wasn't busy today, so they sent me home early. But enough about my day, what's wrong?" She asked, tilting her head quizzingly as she looked at her son. Luke lowered his gaze, looking away as he pondered how to explain his experience today. "You...always told me to ignore the things I see," his mother began to frown, "but...something happened today. I was waiting for the bus...and there was this girl...she was one of the ones with a chains. I...I didn't talk to her mom, I swear I promise...but she must have noticed I was looking at her. She started crying and yelling and running towards me...but nobody else noticed it...nobody else saw a crying girl mom." Luke explained, his tone rising as he had finally begun to piece together what it was he was seeing.

"They're....they're ghosts aren't they? Thats why people can't see them isn't it?" Luke asked. His mothers smile returned, sighing as she realized it was time. "Yes. Yes Luke...you, and I, see ghosts. They are ghosts." Lukes eyes widened, not only realizing he was right but also learning that his mother could see them too. "I think it's time I take the time to explain to you in better detail what it is you're seeing, and what else the invisible world has...and why you need to not interact with it at all. But first...how about a sandwich a cocoa?"

"You see, Luke, ghosts of the dearly departed are not the only things that exist in our secret world. There are...well I'm sorry to say this but...but monsters are actually real. Monsters wearing white masks that hunt down and eat ghosts that wander the earth. They are called Hollows, monsters that come from the Dark World...and the more you interact with the spirit world the more attention you will bring yourself...and that attention could attract a Hollow." Aliza explained, whipping down Lukes empty, crumby, plate in the sink as her son sat at the table, sipping on his cup of cocoa. "I've seen one before...but if Hollows just go around eating ghosts and people...who does anything about them?" Luke asked. With that Aliza turned, and gaze Luke what seemed like a forced smile. "That would be the Shinigami, spirits that have acquired the power to slay Hollows and guide lost spirits to Heaven."

Luke blinked, staring at the black robbed individual who was now standing off with the one remaining Hollow. As Luke stared at him he could feel the power coming from him. It was like sticking a hair dryer in his face and turning it on full blast. Luke gulped, remaining completely still as he stared at what was happening in front of him. A sound behind him caught his attention, and turning around the human caught sight of yet another Shinigami at the end of the alleyway. The one who was behind him was a woman, one who had a katana held out in her hand. She looked a little worse for wear, as if she had just been in a fight. There's more than one?? Maybe it was because the idea of a God being singular was a little bit too engrained in him, but he didn't expect multiple, resembling his own age, Death fucking Gods.

His attention was, again, suddenly pulled away by the sudden sound and sight of a bolt of fucking lightning appearing, seemingly, out of nowhere and striking through the remaining Hollow, stealing the kill from the black haired Shinigami. "[smear:#0066cc]Boom, headshot.[/smear:#c0c0c0]" Luke blinked, recognizing that shitty voice nearly anywhere now. His head snapped in the direction of the lava lamp skinned asshole who had taken him for a localized rollercoaster ride and then...made him a meatloaf (which was really fucking good). "I-Impo!?" Luke shouted, pointing at the guy with a look of shock and surprise on his face. "What...what the hell is going on?" Luke asked, so freaking overwhelmed and confused he couldn't even talk right.

"It seems like we have gathered quite a crowd." Seriously? Another one!? There was more than two? Lukes head snapped, and actually fucking cracked his neck, upwards as he looked at the third Shinigami who had positioned himself in the very fucking sky. It wasn't as impressive as it looked, as even Luke had learned how to float in the air (what a dumb fucking power). What...have I gotten myself into Luke wondered, listening to the floating Shinigami introduce himself with not only a name but...a rank? The Fifth Seat of Squad 10? Of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads? Luke blinked. It sounded almost like...like the Shinigami belonged to a military? Luke was preparing to literally bukkake the Shinigami with a flood of questions, but a sudden moan at his feet caught his attention. The Hollow that he had smacked down was beginning to move, groaning with pain as it began to push itself up. Luke roared, smacking the Hollow on the mask with his pipe again, sending it back down to the ground and proceeding to, literally, begin stomping on it. "No! Stay down! Stay down you disgusting, ugly fucking freak of nature!" Luke shouted, sending the Hollow back on its way into dream land.

"Okay...seriously...WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!? Why are there so many Hollows!? Shinigami are fucking real, actually fucking real!? You're...you're like some ghost military or something!? Impossible, what the fucking hell are you doing here?? Why did you leave a freaking meatloaf in my apartment!? How long was I knocked out for!? How did you...you...move like that!?" That one was directing at Aevus. And there was the bukkake of questions, unloaded on the four of them by the very, very, flustered human male.

[☾ Aevus | Umbra ☽]

Yellow eyes narrowed upon the hooded Shinigami’s very blues. He readied himself for the beast, his blade now held out before him. As it roared he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. It was exciting, so very exciting. He enjoyed the feeling of that adrenaline rushing through his veins. The look in the hollows eyes, bled so much blood lust. He could almost imagine what was going through that monsters mind. Did it see its lengthened claws and jagged teeth ripping and tearing him apart? Or was this creature perhaps afraid of him? He’d find out soon enough.

“What big teeth you have.” Aevus would manage to quip. His lips perking to reveal a mischievous grin painting his features. His icy gaze was bleeding its very own malevolence. Hinting at ill intentions as he circled the beast. He felt these prattling thoughts warranted though. This was just a hollow. Why not enjoy purifying them? He was saving its soul after all. The hollow before him was but a monstrosity and with Zanpakuto in hand he would cleanse its corrupted soul in a single stroke. Hopefully more.

He could only hope. It’d be a shame, if the beast happened to be all bark and no bite. It’d be decided in a single leap of faith. The hollow leapt first and he felt himself move on instinct alone. His blade held out as he attempted to lunge forth his Zanpakuto into the place its heart should have been. But before his Zanpakuto met the pasty flesh of the beast a light would blind him. He felt a beast at the end of his runic blade and his eyes adjusted to meet the lifeless corpse of the hollow.

That swirling mask was no longer present and his icy eyes would widen as he realized its entire head had been blown off. Surprise plastered his face as he followed that fading trail of light to an old familiar face. It was that creature, the being Kimoko had once regarded as a ‘glow stick.’ He recognized that strange glow anywhere. A strange bioluminescence light danced across the creatures skin. It strangely enough reminded the reaper of his inner world.

He had met this glowing creature once before while on one of his first missions. He remembered how that troublesome power of his had left him nauseous and dizzy. The fact that he could move anyone within that flood of his worried him. He didn’t know what he was when he first met him. But upon meeting a boy with similar glowing features, he had done some research. The glowing thing was actually a failure, a being with incredible yet unstable power. In other words this creature was a ticking time bomb.

He wondered if he even knew what he was capable of. Or did he like endangering the lives of those around him? He could probably take out a few blocks or maybe even more if something hit him. That was a scary thought. Removing his blade from the hollow, he would whip his blade removing the ilk covering it. With a sigh, he would eye that smug smile for a short time. The failure was definatly a show off and the fact he could perform kido like it was second nature, was baffling.

Aevus would sheath his Zanpakuto to his waist with his left as he settled his attention back to the human who appeared simply awestruck about the whole thing. The way he spoke painted that perfectly and it also appeared he had some relationship with the failure. Could this really even be a human? Maybe he was like that strange girl he ran into that one night, a fullbringer. Yet no, he didn’t appear to be exhibiting anything unusual. No strange powers or anything spiritual like that and yet he could sense something rather amiss about him. It was offsetting to say the least.

At that time he would finally note the young Shinigami who had arrived holding her Zanpakuto out before her. He would slowly glance over her spotting the smallest of details. She seemed small, her cerulean eyes catching the fainted hint of light. He would also notice how she stood. This red head had already been pretty shaken up. ‘She must have already ran into some of these masked fiends. At least that shows that she can handle herself decently enough. But now, where is the other one?'

"It seems like we have gathered quite a crowd." Aevus would eye the man in the sky with a blank expression, he clearly wasn’t amused. The man above him appeared to speak confidently for such a short guy. Even to go so far to ask everyone to introduce them self from on high. Other than being short he noticed his jade green eyes and long gold locks. ‘...Another show off. Just what I needed.’ He would sigh at that his attention drifting back to the human who started to go off.

“How did you...you...move like that!?"

Casting a single shunpo the Shinigami would appear before the human literally almost on top of him. His hood even flying off from his head from the momentum alone. He’d eye the brown eyed human for a time as if he was inspecting him. In a way he actually was. “You’re a rather curious one.” He would turn his head raising a brow rather skeptically. “Is this your first time seeing a Shinigami?” The reaper would plant one of his sandaled feet on top of the hollows head, slowly unsheathing his Zanpakuto as he continued. “If you must know, I used a step technique.” In an instant he would stab into the beast. The creature would violently spasm underneath his sandaled foot as he began to twist the blade. “You can't be a normal human, what are you?”

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

Odayakama Senshi was baffled at the power of her superior. So that was the power of a shinigami holding the position of a seat? The old man that killed the hollows with ease had done significantly better than she had. Odayakama Senshi lacks the skill to call herself much more than overglorified cannon fodder. The shinigami female had seen that the hollow threats were eradicated in the area, and so she had sheathed her blade into it's sheath. Just from the basis of what she had seen expanded her horizons on what she must do to enhance herself. The fact that so many people were around had been unnerving for Senshi, but she had to get involved in the situation. It seems she was already spotted by one of her fellow shinigami. It would be rude and disrespectful if she weren't to introduce herself not even mentioning suspicious.

Odayakama Senshi had been rather interested in this seemingly abnormal human. The fact that the ungentlemanly man had been doing nothing but cursing and addressing questions didn't seem that rude seeing the circumstance. If she were to be walking home from school and had seen masked horrors, supposed shinigami, and people floating in midair...she would be confused herself. Who were the other Shinigami and what was the other being she could not recognize? She wouldn't know what a failure was as she lacked much detail about it. Now another question she would ask herself is how would the man react to a shinigami who is a female? Odayakama Senshi had stepped down the alleyway where she was now clearly visible as she would speak rather shyly. What would people think about her.

"K-Konichiwa. My name is Odayakama Senshi, Unseated Officer of Squad 8 of the 13 court guard squads. I-I apologize for not revealing myself before. I just didn't know what I should have done in this situation. I-I'm a newbie on the job." Odayakama Senshi had rested her hands by her sides as she couldn't help but look all around at the different people taking in their features. What mess has she gotten herself into? Hopefully she can survive the horror of socialization and won't die of a heart attack right here. The fact that she was such a lowly rank seemed not even worth mentioning and in fact made Senshi feel like a fool for speaking about it.

It was then that Senshi had forgotten an important aspect of war and battle. Rank does not mean anything necessarily. Rank reflects your authority, experience, and skill but this doesn't not mean that she is lowly in skill entirely. What this simply means is that she could lack experience and recognition of deeds within her hierarchy government. The crimson haired shinigami had bowed politely as a rather loud crack noise had sounded from her back. She had cringed in pain and bit her lip as she would slowly rise back into a standing position as she would resist the urge to yell into the air. It seemed she was in more pain that she thought.

It seems that the pain had started to subside as Senshi had fixed the positioning of her spine. Senshi's cerulean eyes had shown insecurity dare say a fear that everyone here should be able to notice. The fact she had dared speak in front of all these people was a miracle itself for Senshi. She would normally be a stuttering mess unable to speak properly before just remaining quiet. Senshi had tried not to stick out by leaning against the wall of the alley, but after an awkward entrance like this...who wouldn't notice her?

It wasn't every day that a redheaded girl who appeared from nowhere would walk into an alley and introduce herself, awkwardly have her back pop and snap in front of a group of people, and then just try to retreat from everyone. If Senshi was socially awkward in life, she must be seemingly crazy to these people in death. Then again, perhaps they wouldn't think of her that way...or wouldn't care. Maybe she should have just stayed at the barracks and trained instead of coming to the human world. If she hadn't, she wouldn't be feeling so uncomfortable and wouldn't have her spine aching so badly. Odayakama Senshi had blushed pink embarrassed as she was thinking all these thoughts. How humiliating. She wished she could just turn invisible right now. Sadly she lacked that Kido and hadn't had time to learn that technique.

She had learned Arantima's name and Rank and as so would respect the man accordingly. It hit her she was the only female out of all the figures here. So far there was one failure, one bount, and three shinigami in an alley. That almost sounds like an opening to a joke. The shinigami had attempted to shake her embarrassement from her face as she would try to take the calmer demeanor she had before. In combat she is not nearly as shaken as she would be in social interaction. What was wrong with her? She would almost be willing to say she was less scared with the Hollows hounding her than she was here. The redhead had stood straight and tall as she would attempt a smile.

She would like to leave a positive impression on the people in front of her. Especially seeing that there were highly respectable people here. The human and the failure she wouldn't be able to recognize were mysteries though. Hopefully they weren't going to be a problem in the Shinigami's tasks right? She would hope so as she has had enough fighting for today. She was feeling drained and not feeling quite well from her previous battle. She's going to need to find somebody from squad four to help her with that. Either that or a nice chiropractor to fix that problem. Maybe if she had trained her physical body more she wouldn't be feeling as bad as she was now.

She would be eager to learn from her superiors to see how they got to where they were today. The only real talent that Senshi had was with her Kido and her spiritual pressure in the academy. She always lacked in the physical status quo of the Shinigami but she supposes nobody is perfect. She will work hard to at least get a grasp on what is needed to become the best. If someone puts their work and effort into something should they not try to be on top and respected? Of course it is, especially when one puts their life on the line every day. This was more true to her than most as the Hierarchy of the shinigami had never changed.

Senshi was going too deep into her thoughts it seemed as she would focus on the matter at hand. As a shinigami, she isn't asked to do too much. Soul Reapers generally have two jobs. One is to cleanse the souls of Hollows and purify them to let them into soul society, or to send them to the netherworld. The other duty was to perform Konso on spirits so that the wholes can move on. It was a simple job, but often it can turn dangerous. She wants to be strong enough and skilled enough to be exceptional at the task.

[Impossible]

Impo watched the scene play before him with a bored expression, holding his head in his hand, as his body had plenty of blue patches, along with his floating hair. He saw the strongest shinigami catch the hollow corpse on his blade. Whether that meant that the ghost would be purified or not, he wasn't sure. He didn't care that much either. The samurai looked around the dead hollow that was quickly disintegrating, turning back into the raw reishi that its body had been composed of. The look on the man's face was a mix of both shock, and recognition. Apparently the familiar feeling he got from the man was mutual.

Impo sighed and tried to place a memory to where he last saw the man before him. The last extended interaction he had with any shinigami was when he helped fight some hollow that could reanimate the dead. He had been much weaker back then, but so had the reapers he fought alongside. There were three, if he remembered correctly. One was an uptight b#*ch that showed off way too much cleavage. Not that he was complaining. There had been another girl, but she had been quiet and stayed in the background the entire time. Then that one chick who slapped Impo... no, wait, she was a hollow thing.

He squinted harder at the man, staring hard at the man with his odd, mismatched eyes. Where had he seen that particular shinigami before? The answer was bugging him greatly. He could practically feel the answer clawing at the back of his eyes, trying to get out and scream at him for his forgetfulness. Then it finally clicked for him. He was the last shinigami that night. He had been pretty quiet that night too, same as the woman with him. He couldn't remember his name though, he doubted he'd have told it to him that night to a human like him anyway.

Luke was understandably freaking out at the sight one not one, but three soul reapers. Still, it didn't keep Impo from laughing at his... friends(?) confusion. He wasn't entirely sure about his standing with the 'human' at the moment. Since the last time the two hadn't had the greatest of farewells together. He and Luke had fought it out by the time the night had started to a close. Yet the man hadn't seemed bitter about it at the time. Impo hadn't expected to see the older man again, especially not so soon. Still, Luke didn't seem angry about it now, but that could be due to his shock at the situation.

He saw another shinigami creeping out of the alleyway. She looked nervous at the whole situation. She gave him a confused stare. 'Isn't she adorable. She's probably wondering how to get a date with me.' He thought, with no small amount of arrogance, using that train of thought to ignore all possibility of her wondering just exactly what he was. Because it was clear that he was a human, to any sane and logical person. Then again, these ghosts tended to fall on the crazy side of things, since most of these guys just referred to him as a 'failure'. What wackjobs.

Speaking of wackjobs.... He looked up into the air, moments before he started speaking. His name was Arantima Aoire, huh? He looked at him with a scrutinising gaze. "What a weird name." He muttered under his breath. He wasn't being a hypocrite. Honest. Impossible was an entirely normal name for a glowing man to have. Impo sighed, and wiped his hand down his face. Right as his 'buddy' Luke started his question rant, Impo started using airground to walk down to the streets below. Why was it called airground? Because he hadn't invented it. If he had, it would be called something that wasn't a oxy-friggin-moron.

The adorable redhead started giving out her own name and rank to everyone there, saying that she was new to the job. So cute. And unbelievable. She if she was strong enough to slay three hollows and get out with only a few scratches, she was dangerous. Or just really lucky. Either way, not someone he was going to take likely, even if he could tell that she was being honest to them all. The guy in the sky was still up there, trying to act tough. He was trying to psyche them out, standing above them all with the moon at his back. He was edgier than Mr.Brood down there.

Impo had ignored the questions the 'human' had sent his way, letting the emo-posterboy do the explaining for him. Or, he at least used that excuse to dodge the 'meatloaf' question. He REALLY didn't what to explain that bit. When he had shown his particular 'cooking skills' to his mentor, he had gotten laughed at for nearly thirty minutes. Impo had been trying to kill the man the entire time. Oh, but he was going to answer the only relevant thing that poured out of the gaping mouth of the man he beat up last week. "The reason there are so many hollows is because these three suck at their jobs." He said, jabbing at the reapers in the area.

He was scratching yawning into his hand, halfway between the rooftop and the road below him. His eyes were closed, and his left hand was in the pocket of his skinny jeans, with only his thumb sticking out, and his right hand dangling at his side once he stopped yawning. His posture spoke volumes of both his arrogance and confidence in his abilities. Small patches of green appeared on his skin, while his hair had strands of orange in them, representing both his honesty, and his aggression towards the three of them.

Personally, Impo had no qualms with the shinigami, other than when they called him a failure. He knew that they helped fight off the hollows from time to time. But from all the ranting that Kitai did about 'Heretic this', and 'Heretic that', he couldn't help but put the shinigami is a more negative light, especially with their history in genocide. Still, he knew he had to take all of that with a few pounds of salt, since it was Kitai giving out all this information. If he ever wanted to be treated fairly, he needed to form his own opinions around each individual, and not let the bias of others poison his mind.

He slowly unleashed a green flood from his body, having it coat his form, and everything around it within three feet. He had the ability to make it larger, but he chose not to. He wanted to look guarded, but not ready for outright combat. The depressing looking shinigami and Luke should remember how large he could make his ability, even if the other two had no idea what he could do with it. The emerald green flood matched the few patches of green that clashed with the pale white glow that was his skin perfectly. Impo didn't say anything further until he reached the ground ten seconds later.

"One week ago, a man was murdered. When they found his body, it had been aged considerably, and gas tank was filled to the brim with the man's blood." He told them, looking straight at Aevus. "His soul was gone from the area, not bound to either his bus, nor his home." He looked grim. His entire being was starting to fade to black, as his tone grew somber. The patches of green faded away, replacing themselves with the empty color. His flood was black as well, only adding to the eerie presence he was taking on.

He started walking towards Aveus, keeping the other two souls in his mind, watching them carefully with his energy sensory. He was skilled enough with it to tell if there were launching an attack at him or not, and he didn't know how trigger happy the self proclaimed 'newbie' and mister overcompensator were, but he wasn't taking the chance. Chances like that were for the suicidal. "I have reason to believe that whatever killed that man is only just getting started." He lied through his teeth. Luckily the color for lying was also black, so it didn't show through his flood.

"It's going to strike again. It's a sadistic f*%k from what I saw. Loves the thrill of killing more than the hunger it feels. If it is a hollow, anyway." He hung his head, a blue wave passing over his flood. He looked down the road behind the two men and the dying hollow underneath them. "I've been waiting out here for the past few hours, waiting for it to show. Then you four show up and who knows if it'll show or not." He looks around, glaring with his mismatched eyes, as the black started to fade into reddish orange. He still had the large majority of his body and hair white, so he wasn't especially passionate over the situation, but still had enough feeling for the emotions to show.

He was attempting to play off their emotions to get what he wanted. He wanted to toy with their sense of duty, so that he wouldn't have to deal with the 'killer buss monster' all by himself. Plus, defending the world of the living was their job anyway. He gave Luke a look, over the shoulder of Aveus. He was trying to say that they would talk later, though it might also come off as a look saying, 'don't get involved'. It was very annoying to try and read his eyes. Either way, he'd be sure to try pull Luke aside and talk to the confused man later.

He returned his gaze to the shinigami leader, analyzing him. "Look, I'm not saying I blame you guys for that. You were only doing your job, defending the humans from the monsters on the other side. I'm just asking you for help. Help me to protect people too, from whatever this thing is. Please." Man did it grate him to say that. The warmer colors faded away into a blue, as he gave his best look of... not desperation, but of someone who needed help. His hair had patches of blue in it, but his body held patches of orange, from what little skin you could see from around his black short sleeved shirt. Then again, the colors could be seen a bit from behind it anyway.

He wasn't sure that this was going to work. He had heard many tales of the arrogance of the reapers, and their less-than-helpful attitude towards... pretty much anything regarding other races. And he had just blasted the head off a hollow, with one of their own abilities no less. He was sure that the two shinigami around would follow the decision of whatever this one made. He was the strongest, outclassing his comrades by miles. He was stronger than the two of them combined. Heck, he was stronger than Impo was, but he could see that he was hesitant around the Not-failure.

If he wanted these three to help him, he needed to be- as much as he hated to admit it- nice to them. It was something he was unused to, having very little interaction outside of Kitai, and hanging around him all the time was grating, and sure to either drive you mad, or make you as patient as a saint. Guess which one Impo was aiming for. So here he was, trying to appease to the sense of duty of a shinigami. Hopefully Aveus had somewhat decent memories of the failure. If he could get them to help him, he'd have less work to do, and could get a nice meal at home. Not made of meatloaf.

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{stats and skills}[Strength - (75-.25%) 56 points
Speed - (100-.25%) 75
Spiritual Pressure - 100 points
Reiatsu Strength - 600 points
Light Aura - 100
Dark Aura - 0 Points
Instinct - (210+50%) 315 points
Senses - (150+50%) 225 points
Energy sensory - (150+50%) 225 points
Healing Expertise - 0 points]

[Analyzing ] {2}
[Lack of Fear] {2}
[Strength of Will] {2}
[Battle Analysis] {2}
[Learning] {2}
[Mental incantation] {2}
[Calm mind] {2}

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima Has his arms crossed as he looks around at the rest of them. Letting Aevus handle most of what is going on below becuase He is the highest ranking officer present. Something is also tingling at the back of his mind, there were far too many hollows around for there to not be a ring leader around. He Is keeping his eyes cleared against anything coming up and Sneaking up on the group here, especially since they have Senshi with them. Not becuase she is a woman, but becuase she is the newest and lowest ranked shinigami among them.

Arantima Turns his head Towards impo as he says that the Shinigami aren't doing their Jobs very well, But as he opens his mouth to Speak a Hook flys past his head before sinking deep into his mouth and ripping him back through the air. He Gets Pulled through several buildings thorough various windows and even some thinner walls. He lnds against a Fat.. Jello like and wet fleshy blob of a Hollow. It's mask is reminiscent of Jason vorhees but its body is like roadhog had died and was left to bloat and rot for awhile before being flayed and stitched in random places.

"Ohh'well Lookit Ere!! Caught myself the Small fry!" The Adhuchas level Hollow snorts up a Line of thick black snot-like slime before continueing it's Cockney style speech. "Nice Littl Appatizah! Bee a nice snack before i rip into that little Red'ed!" He Stabs Tima Through the right shoulder with a meat poker, and Tima Cries out in pain even as his Zanpakuto Shatters. "Roar like thunder and Shred.. Naga!" Tima hisses out angrily before a Blast of energy erupts around him, blowing back the Adhuchas.

Arantima Stands after the Dust Settles, the Flustered Hollow Looking onward flabbergasted by the sudden change in the shinigami before himself. And Then Suddenly Gets Frightened "Whuh the Flippin Ell! What're Yoo Ya freakin Beast?!? Fuggin Fuhk You aren't sposedta Be this strong small fry! -- Herkk--"  The Hollows Words are cut off suddenly as Arantima Blasts Forward with Shunpo and drives his Elbow so deep into the oversized and bloated Stomach of the Hollow that there is a bowing out of it's spine just from the displaced fat and body fluids of the blow.

Arantima Catches the Hook that seems to be attached to the Creature as it flies back before being ripped back towards arantima.. Who doesn't seem to be doing anything but standing there and waiting. the Adhuchas Lands at Arantima's Feet as the sky around them darkened for Twenty feet in every direction.. And a Light Flurry of Ash begins to fall from the sky as the air gets hotter and hotter.  "Even Fire Can create a Cloud.. A Cloud of Caustic, Choking ash.. Can you stand the heat?" He Smirks down at the Recovering Adhuchas who takes a Swipe at Arantima, Tima Doesn't Dodge instead he Kicks the poker, catching the blade against the bracer on his ankle easily.

Tima Steps back from the Adhuchas as He waves his ahnd through the Ash that Falls and  smirks over at the Hollow who is just now noticing the Ash beginnig too Coat it's body. It Looks down at the Ash and laughs loudly, Not seeming to Grok the Significance of the Ash yet, until Tima Steps in a patch of it that sprouts Fire, they he looks at the ash on his arm, but he doesn't see it burning him so he shrugs and continues to advance against The slowly maddening Shinigami. Arantima Baits the Hollow to the edge of the Storm and by that time the Hollow has a Very Thin layer of Ash covering it's body.

Arantima Smirks and then suddenly Extends an arm after Stepping forward once to close the distance and with a bare tap on the Hollow it begins to skid Backwards on it's feet to the other edge of the Storm. After the Effect ends a Small explosion erups where the hand print left on its body had been."Denden. Art of the open palm.. How Can You Fight what you can not stay close to?!" He Smirks before The Hollows Cackles in a " Hah ha! Got you" Fashion before Arantima is Literally hooked and pulled through his own storm towards the Hollow. the Hook Rips through his shoulder this time causing some massive damage, But The crazed Arantima Just Roars and Once he stops infront of the Hollow he  roars out "Ten!! Kaika!! Ken!! HEAVENLY FLOWER FIST!" before Slamming his fist into the gut of the Hollow.

He Looks up at the Hollow just stands there, Sputtering out blood from every orophous. The Hollow hits it's knees as Arantima's Hand Cracks and Smokes from the power of the unrefined use of such a technique nearly shatters his hand.  He Growls and stands to full height, When at both ends out his hands sprout two four foot long Blades with foot long handles. He Cuts into the Hollow Violently, shred's off bacon-like slivers of this creature before he is done with him. When the Hollow Finally Dissapears Arantima is left with a Meat Hook Sticking out of his shoulder.

Arantima Dismisses the storm as looks down at his Dual Gravitation blades for but a moment before letting them dissipate. He Takes a few breathes, Feeling the blood lust slowly engulfing him. He Will Survive, Just barely if he lets his release go but he will have to do it now. He hits his knees as the strength leaves him, the power of his Soul sealing itself away. His right hand is smoking and bleeding from the damage of Ten kaika, And his shoulder bleeding from the impaling Meat hook.  He Trudges Back towards the Group, using Shunpo to Speed that along, eventually showing up Standing beside Crimson.

"I am Sorry.. Was i gone long?" in truth he hadn't been gone long at all, at most a minute or two. He looks around at all of the others a second, his face Calm and steady as always before he looks to his shoulder and Scoffs before Uncurling the hook out of his shoulder and casting it aside gingerly "Now then.. What is all this About a Bus Monster?" He Smiles and looks up and over Towards Impossible with a Smirk, its almost Arrogant and cocky, but Arantima could never have that kind of personality could he?

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{OOC} Sorry for the delay guys, but as most of you know this really has NOT been my week.

So much was going on that Luke felt lucky that he was actually able to close his mouth and NOT release another barf of questions at the other individuals around him. Luckily his attention had been diverted by the young male Shinigami, who had seemingly taken an interest in the loud human who had assaulted him with all those questions. In fact, to display this curiosity he had once again vanished from Lukes sight. It was such a weird feeling, one that didn't vanish even after he had appeared in front of him again. It was like Lukes brain was trying to keep up with the spirit, but when he performed that high speed movement Lukes brain just short circuited, and it took him a longer moment to actually register that Aevus was right in fucking front of him.

What Aevus said to Luke made him blink. It was a comment that sounded odd coming from someone who looked to be Lukes own age, since it seemed like something that would have come from a person much older in age than the human. He opened his mouth to say something, but it closed itself a second later as Aevus began to once again speak, asking if this was the first time that Luke had ever seen a Shinigami. Well...fucking obviously. If it wasn't then why did Luke straight up ask "Shinigami are real"? Regardless of the questions stupidity the real interesting part was that Aevus described what he had done as a Step Technique. "Step...technique? What like some dumb Quick Attack shit?" Luke asked, trying to make sense of it in his own way. But what Aevus asked him was something that caught him off guard.

He was accused of not being a human? What sort of question was this? Of course Luke was a fucking human. He wasn't a ghost, he wasn't whatever freaky thing Impo was, he was just a guy who could see ghosts for whatever reason. Like a physic or some other dumb shit like that. "What do you mean 'I can't be a normal human'? Of course I'm a damn human, do I look like a ghost or Hollow...or him?" Luke asked, shaking his head in the direction of Impo as a frown drew itself across his face. His brown eyes stared into Aevus's own blue, trying to find any meaning to what he meant and to show him that Luke wasn't backing down from his claim.

A females voice behind him caught his attention, turning him towards the female Shinigami that was behind the group in the alleyway. She seemed shy by the way she spoke, introducing herself as Odayakama Senshi and following that with her file and rank. Again, where the Shinigami a military force or something? As Luke looked at her he noticed that she suddenly winced in pain. He had already thought that she looked roughed up, but he was now convinced that she was actually hurt. "Hey...I think she's hurt.." Luke commented to the other two Shinigami, pointing at Odayakama. But whatever concern he had for the girl was suddenly pulled away when Impo had begun talking, and oddly enough hearing his voice actually managed to drive a nail of irritation into the human.

When they last met Impo had been so kind as to cause Luke to suffer from the Hell of horrible motion sickness. So much in fact that the Human still found himself falling ill when he relived that moment in his head. Turning his head in the direction of the glow stick skinned man, Luke blinked when he noticed that particular gaze the Failure gave to him, and hushed his mouth as the situation was explained. An unknown killer that was far more brutal to its victims than a Hollow normally was? Luke was surprised he hadn't actually heard anything about it, considering his habit of watching the local news and working in a job that forced him to interact with many different people. Seemed like something that would be the talk of the town, unless the police were worried it could be the start of a serial killer and wanted to keep it hush in fear of a panic.

But the way that Impo was describing it made it sound more like it was something inhuman, something that would be more easily dealt with by Shinigami and Impossible himself. Luke felt a little out of place when he realized that thought, standing there and placing his right hand on his left arm and squeezing it a little. Even now Luke still felt it, the pressure all around him. He wasn't sure why he wasn't going crazy from it, and it was really hard to describe. It wasn't just that the air felt so much heavier than it normally did, but it also carried with it a sensation like electricity along the skin. Like...like Luke had a hairdryer on and pointed at him but there was no heat, but still the sensation of heat. Fuck it was hard to explain. Luke could just feel all the power in the air. Odayakama might have felt out of place being the only girl here, but in actuality she fit in much more in this group than Luke did.

He frowned, narrowing his eyes a bit at the realization of what he was surrounded by. Death Gods and Impo. Fuck he felt like a black sheep, a fifth wheel, the white guy on a basketball team. Impossibles story certainly didn't help calm any of Lukes anxiety down, what with a super killer being on the loose than Impo was trying to hunt down. Hollows all over the place because, seemingly the Shinigami couldn't take care of it, and speaking of which Luke hadn't been oblivious to what had been going on with the Shinigami in the air. When Arantima had been hooked Luke had turned in the direction of the commotion, and was only aware of, by sound, the battle going on with the Shinigami.

He had been wrapped up in his own thoughts and shit that he didn't feel much better when Arantima came back with a bloodied shoulder and expressing his interest and Impossibles task. Luke frowned, deciding that it would probably be best if he made his exit now. He didn't want to get caught up in something that was going to require three gods and the living motion sickness. With the bus not seeming to be showing up anytime soon, Luke decided that it would probably be best if he walked back...and made it fast. He didn't want anymore surprises tonight. He'd already broken the "Don't interact with ghosts" rule more than enough tonight. "Listen...thanks for the save back there but this sounds like something you wouldn't want me around for." It was directed at Aevus at first, but the last bit was for the others. "So...I'm just gonna go now and let you all get back to killer hunting." Luke commented, taking a step back and hoping that that was enough for them to let him go.

[☾ Aevus | Umbra ☽]

Aevus eyed the human as he held his Zanpakuto inside the squirming hollow. The blade would rattle as he fought to keep the beast in place. Curiosity seemed to always get the best of this 3rd seat. He brushed off many and appeared distant and cold. But when something perked his interests, that aloofness faded. Right now that curiosity resonated with a mysterious stranger. This human, this human was clearly different. He wanted an answer to his question. Just what was he? So he asked him and well the mans answer was disappointing to say the least.

No, he couldn’t have been just a regular human. A full bringer just learning his craft maybe but not a common human. Aevus showed his disappointment from that answer, almost frowning as he finished off the hollow. As the red head spoke his blues would drift to the girl. She seemed sheepish and it reminded him of another. Yet her gaze didn’t quite match those bewitching emeralds. Nor did she seem to possess the same wiles of that vixen he had come to know. Senshi, Aevus had almost found himself uttering her name. That was until the failure showed up.

"The reason there are so many hollows is because these three suck at their jobs."

That wouldn’t fail to strike a nerve. He was wrong, but he was also right. At least partially so. It was fair to judge him, he could always do so much more. He certainly was capable of it, at least that’s what he always told himself. But that didn’t mean it was fair to judge the others. They were new, none of this was their fault. Blue irises lit up reflecting the faintest of changes of the failure. He noted the shift of bioluminescent colors as they danced upon the creature’s skin. He was like a walking and talking mood ring. His emotions stirred upon the surface for all to see.

He wondered for a moment if maybe he could manipulate it but it was most likely done subconsciously. How ominous. The green flood that paraded around the being was enough to offset him but when it turned black he felt a shift in tone. A somberness etched echoes into his mind. The situation that he was painting seemed grim. But from what he was hearing, this thing didn’t sound like any hollow he had ever come across. Sure these masked fiends came in all shapes and sizes but this sounded a bit more...sinister. It didn’t sound like the working of a beast of instinct, more like a maniac.

As the glowing man got closer he would tighten the grip of his Zanpakuto. It was by instinct and from his stance alone he showed his clear distrust. His eyes narrowly lingered on that ever changing glow. Sure this stranger had saved him before. But in the end, he still was a failure, an unstable entity teaming with spiritual energy. An enemy of Soul society. But most of all he was a danger to his comrades and the humans who lived here. Yet for now he wasn’t a threat, at least not yet. He was still breathing after all.

"Look, I'm not saying I blame you guys for that. You were only doing your job, defending the humans from the monsters on the other side. I'm just asking you for help. Help me to protect people too, from whatever this thing is. Please."

A stoic expression washed over him at that. “You don’t blame us...” Those half closed eyes fell to the ground below. That was a lie sewn from a plea. Or at least that’s how Aevus saw it. Just a moment before, this failure called him and his fellow Shinigami out for not doing their jobs. And now, now he was asking for their help; how cute. “You’re pretty cocky to approach me after insulting them.” He nearly growled under his breath, his eyes still trailing the ground below.

"In the future, keep your insults to yourself Creature. Or you might find yourself like this hollow here." A gravitational pressure would slowly fall upon the Failure at that. The discharge from the pressure would exude an underlining presence of a hollow. It was only faint but he'd surely feel it. Aevus didn't need to say anymore. This was a warning, his only warning.

"Aevus..." He could feel those silver lined irises beat into him at that. A whirling darkness fell into his eyes that sheltered the ground beneath him. None of them would see it but both of his irises were almost completely flooded with that stretched out darkness. It's alright Aevus, just breath." Soft words reverberated in his inner ear. The wolf looked to him with worry and he could feel her presence. "Breath you mustn't let into it." The golden visage of that silver tongued vulpine lingered but moonlit eyes brought him back. His blade hummed within its scabbard and he would let out a sigh, as the darkness fled from his visage.

As he gazed back into those mismatched eyes, that pressure would slowly fade as he calmed himself. He could now sense that the failure was being sincere. He did need their help, that look alone painted that truth. The pale faced reaper would feign a smile but it was lukewarm at best. He clearly didn't like this Failure but maybe he went to far. Something stirred in him and the faint traces of that pressure would completely dissipate. “You don’t need to ask for help.” He would remove his Zanpakuto from the hollow, whipping his blade to remove the leftover residue. He would than slide it back into its scabbard. “It’s not a question. If a hollow or another beast is causing trouble, as a Shinigami we’re tasked to take care of it.”

His eyes would cast to the unseated officer and the 5th seat. Both of them seemed like they had seen better days. Their condition worried him and his eyes would show that. Hopefully they‘d still be fit for what was to come. If not...well, things would become rather complicated. "Are you two alright?” Aevus would eye both of them respectfully. “If you’re injured and you can’t go on, there is no shame in it.” The reaper spoke earnestly as he looked to the two, perking a half hearted grin in an attempt to ease them. “I can continue alone, it’s not my first night after all.”

"So...I'm just gonna go now and let you all get back to killer hunting."

His cold tired gaze held as he shifted to the leaving human. “This clearly wasn’t your first bout, now was it?” He would attempt to stop him in his tracks with those words. “The fact that you can see us speaks volumes. Hell the fact that you held your own against a hollow is baffling to say the least.” He would continue to eye the back of the man. “And with a pipe no less. It shows you’re capable of doing something.” Stepping forward his wintry blues would not waver. ”Perhaps a little slow and new to this sort of thing but capable all the same.”

“Regardless if this was your first time or not, it’ll happen again. Your Reiatsu just makes you an easy target and the fact that you’re still weak makes you an even bigger one.” His dull cold eyes would catch the faintest hints of light as he slowly made his way to the man. “You can walk away but this will happen again and you’ll need to be ready for it. And i’m not letting you leave here without a few lessons.” Unstrapping his artifical Zanpakuto he would toss it to the young man. “You’ll be accompanying us, So don’t thank me just yet. Instead show me that resolve from earlier.” He would begin to turn his back, glancing at the four of them with a blank expression.

"Before I forget to introduce myself, the names Aevus."

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

Odayakama Senshi had been surprised at the sudden turns of events. One of those was when the glowing man she had been staring at mentioned some sort of bus monster. At the mention of the more gruesome details of the death, Senshi had turned slightly more pale as she feared the Hollow or Hollows that may have done it. Senshi feared Hollows as they ate souls not even for survival, but to quench their emptiness and hunger. Senshi had wanted to back off to some extent, but then how could she call herself a respectable Shinigami? She had spent years of dedication and training to get where she was today...she wouldn't throw that away for anything.

Senshi was not around one but two seated officers, and she did not want to be labeled as a coward nor an insubordinate soldier. Odayakama Senshi had taken deep breaths shaking the thought of the dead bus driver away from her head. Senshi had watched Impo change a variety of colors through his speech, and had noticed he changed colors based on what he felt or willed. At least, that's her observation. Senshi was absolutely baffled at what the colorful man was. Was he some sort of special human being with an abillity? She had heard of Fullbringers but had never heard of such a being as a failure. As a curious mind, she had enriched herself with knowledge of the Soul Society and she had never heard of the Failures.

As Senshi had diverted her attention back to her officers, specifically the one above her. The man seemed to be one who cares more for this duty than anything. Senshi had looked down shyly as she twiddled with her fingers afraid he had sawn her looking at him. When the man had suddenly been grabbed with what appeared to be a giant fishing hook, she was shocked. She was about to rush after, but fear had grasped her and made her stop. Why did she stop right there?! Her officer was in trouble! Arantima didn't seem to be the friendliest of people although seeing she was his superior, must be strong enough to be worried about.

As the man had returned, Senshi had widened her eyes as the man's sudden injuries before he casually landed next to Senshi and asked if he missed anything. Senshi had looked away blushing as she was completely ashamed of herself for not going to help. The Failure up above may interpret that she may be looking away from him with that blush as she looked to the floor. Poor Senshi was feeling a mixture of emotions. Mostly embarrassement and surprise along with a hint of dread. She worried first of what other's opinions around her were going to be. Next she feared the feeling of death and evil that is around. She feels whatever hollow did the heinous act will come for them.

Odayakama Senshi had turned her attention to the seemingly normal human further down the alley and she had felt bad for the man. He didn't want to get involved with Hollows and other things he didn't understand. This was understandable as she also fears the unknown. As he soon noticed she was hurt, she had put her hand to her back as she would stand tall leaning against the brick wall behind her. It helped realign her posture and would help her relieve the pain. She had felt spiritual pressure much stronger than her own and she felt a bit uneasy around the figures.

As Aevus had analyzed her and looked at her more closely, she flinched before standing tall and trying not to seem intimidated. Perhaps she was trying too hard. As Luke began to walk off, she had felt somewhat sorrowful for the troubled man. She was suddenly drawn by the Failure's word. "The reason there are so many Hollows is because these three suck at their jobs." At that moment, Senshi had thought about that and felt a small pang of pain in her heart. Maybe the man was right to some extent...but that still hurt. She had worked hard to do her duty and it's been a stressful day. Her first real mission she was on and she was told she sucked?

Senshi thinking back into her encounter with the Hollows that had almost eaten her as well as her time as a plus brought back into mind, and as a result...she began to cry. She had put her watery eyes to her left arm and held them there as she sniffed as she involuntary shook as her breathing hitched. She didn't want to cry out loud and so she would keep it to and minimum. How stupid it was she was crying over a statement that somebody else made. Thing is, she tried her very best! She almost was eaten and mauled to death and he spat on her achievement of survival. That was enough to make the inexperienced Shinigami hurt deep.

As the failure suddenly made the speech about them basically then not sucking on purpose and that he needed them, he was doing an awfully horrible job of being nice. He had made a girl new to her job cry in less than a few minutes. As Aevus had suddenly asked if she and Arantima was alright, she had looked surprised and had quickly nodded. "H-Hai! Arigato Seat-Sama!" The young girl would then wipe her eyes before standing tall while taking deep breaths. She had to be strong if she was going to survive in this career.

Odayakama Senshi had been rather surprised as Aevus had suddenly gave Luke his blade. It seemed Luke was going to be accompanying the Shinigami on their duties. Odayakama Senshi had recovered from her slight emotional breakdown as she had looked flustered. This wasn't the time for tears. As her leader at the moment had introduced himself, Senshi had prepared to follow his orders as instructed. She had goals and ambitions to pursue and if she let one person bring her down, then she should give up now. She as a Shinigami has duties to do, and she will do them for her future goals and aspirations.

The Shinigami wasn't so horribly injured thsr she would be unable to fight. After snapping her back into place, it felt sore and achish but she would be alright. Odayakama Senshi had been inspired by Aevus. The man in front of her is not only the most experienced, but also the wisest she is sure. Senshi's cerulean eyes had lit up with determination as she had steeled her resolve. She was going to not think of the consequences, but instead was going to think of doing her duty. Senshi had looked at the individuals around her one more time.

Senshi had then looked less nervous as she had taken a less shy demeanor. Senshi was most likely going to fight later today and she wanted to go as and respectable Shinigami instead of a sniveling coward. Senshi had her left hand placed on the handle of her sword. Her hand had grasped and clenched the blade as she would be prepared for combat any time. Odayakama Senshi had not wasted much Reiatsu and she had plenty to spare. What Senshi was truly amazed at was that there were no hordes of Hollows coming to the collection of powerful souls. Their combined energies in one spot must be like a beacon for the beasts.

[Impossible]

"Hey, f#*k you! I'm a perfectly normal human jack a$$!" He snapped at Luke, both unable and unwilling to let a comment like that go unanswered. If there was one thing that Impo couldn't stand, it was people commenting on his appearance or race. He was a human, a hundred and ten percent, without a doubt! Sure, he had glowing skin and hair, both were largely red from Luke's comment, and eyes that didn't make sense, plus the ability to force his reiatsu outside his body. Sure his body was violently unstable and with a hard enough hit he might die(explode), but that didn't make him not human, did it?

Repressing those thoughts and the answer to that question with the force of an exploding failure, he almost missed out on the what the crazy person in black started saying. Because that would have ended well. First the emo-looking sonva b*#ch calls him a 'creature', which instantly turns his entire body red with rage, while his hair turned blue, showing that he was trying to keep himself calm. He heard the unhidden threat to himself, but he just didn't care. He came to them for help after insulting them to their faces, so he wasn't going to say anything till they said yes.

What caught his attention though, what knocked him out of his anger, wasn't his words, it was his gravitational pressure. It was strong, but Impo had known that. He could tell this man was stronger than he himself was thank's to his energy sensory. What it hadn't told him before however, was that.... that unnatural spiritual pressure. It wasn't like his teammates, his had something twisted to it. The two with him, 'Oh hey, look at that one fly. Whatever, I'm sure he's got that one.', their energies felt consistant, like a river with nothing breaking the water's surface.

He flinched a bit as the arrogant one released his blade. His skin color had already dropped from entirely red, back to nearly all white, with multiple patches of yellow, and some hints of grey, resembling curiosity and fear respectively. The man before him, his energy felt like two rivers merging into one, creating rapids as they met. Impo narrowed his eyes, wondering if he knew, since the failure hadn't been able to detect it before the man decided to try ad intimidate him. Hm.

The man was having an internal battle with himself, calming down enough not to lash out at the failure, slowly getting to the point where he could speak calmly again. Man these samurai dudes were weird... Always going around, calling him not human and whatever. Really pisseed him off. Then again, Luke called him inhuman, in not so many words. Not that he was right. I mean, he just killed a hollow with a metal pipe, who even does that? A crazy guy, that's who. He's probably an adrenalin junkie or something.

The shinigami finally got over himself and more or less said yes to Impo's request, in more words, but whatever, samurai code of pompous pretentiousness dictated that he probably had to. That was a load off his shoulders, causing the grey to fade away and replace itself with a calm blue, leaving only that along with white and yellow. His hair was still white, with dozens of relaxing blue strands. He waited as the guy called out to his buddies. The one.... was she crying? What. The yellow on him grew, representing confusion. It also showed on his face, as he gave her a questioning glance. Did he do that?

He sensed over to the third 'reaper' of the trio. He was still murdering that beast. Good for him. He looked to Luke now, who finally decided to speak up. Apparently he was trying to weasel his way out of this. Again. But the odd man was having none of it, refusing to let Luke leave, going so far as to toss him the one of the blades he had on him. Knowing Luke, he wasn't done trying to leave. Typical. The crying woman told.... 'seat-sama' she was okay after he asked. Oh, he wasn't going to let that go away.

He smirked over to the man, who finally introduced himself, only a minute too late. "Name is Impossible, nice to meet you, 'seat-sama'." He didn't offer his hand, but he spoke loud enough for the other two to hear him if they listened. Well, maybe not Aoire. Man, he was still going at that thing. Whatever. What be said next though, he said in a hushed tone. Aveus would be able to hear it, and maybe Luke, but not the woman or the fighting dude. "And be careful there 'seat-sama'. If you keep flaunting your strength like that, it might start to ring 'hollow' to the ladies after a while."

Was that subtle enough? Would he pick up what he was putting down? Well if he did, then he could ask him later, cause he needed to figure out a way to find this stupid bus thing. If the guy, Aveus, didn't get it, or just didn't care, then f#*k it, he could figure it out for himself. Then again, he kinda sorta owed the guy for helping him out with this stupidity...Whatever, maybe he could talk with him. Darn his good nature, why couldn't he be more of an ungrateful s*#t like his 'teacher' Kitai? He blinked, and grayed in horror at those thoughts, and attempted to smash them down to nothingness.

He failed. And he hated himself for it.

There was nothing Impo wanted more, than to be as little like that maniac as possible. He was something else, that one. Impo heard a thud behind him. He didn't have to turn around to know who it was, but the opportunity was too much to pass up. He looked over his shoulder, and looked at the man with his hollow eye. He barely opened his mouth, when he felt the glare of Aveus on him, and quickly decided not to answer his first question. "Something murdered a guy to get its rocks off. 'Seat-Sama'~, says you're helping if you want." He told him in a complete monotone, save for what he called Aveus.

He turned back to said shinigami. "The bus should be here in a few minutes. From what I've heard, it boards the bus before attacking, but that's just a rumor. I can sense just about anything with power if it gets close enough, but we should probably break up into two or three groups to surround the thing while hiding." He was using this chance to talk with 'seat-sama~', if the man wanted to. If not, whatever. Impo still needed to keep Luke from scampering off. There was quite the number of hollows out. He wasn't babying him, he just cared about people is all.

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima Shook his head before inclining it towards Aevus as he asks if he needs to go back. "Perhaps Later I can tell you about the Time I Fought Shokan Kawada.. This is nothing to my Body." His Tone was level and Plain, no arrogance no boasting just a plain as day fact. He watched as Aevus Gave the boy a Blade and smirked, Good, Another who understands the value of nurturing future strength.. He Rested his left hand on his blade and winced slightly.. He looked down to his hand and noted the bruising that was beginning to form and sighed.

I Should have waited to Use that.. He warned me about it.. He Glazes over for a moment, His mind Wandering back to his recent meeting with the Blind Shinigami Valeiru. He Showed the Man what h had learned, the Release he was capable of before the blind man had to force him out of it. There was a Long talk, But in the end the Blind shinigami relented with his Adamancy of never releasing his power. He Taught Arantima Several Techniques that would ensure that he could end a fight Swiftly as the longer he stayed in release he seemed to become more restless, more blood hungry.

He Turns then to the Colorful ball of light that was Impossible "You say it senses Anything with power? Then Allow me To act As Bait perhaps, I Am the weakest here.. Amongst us all I have the lowest Register on the measure of Spiritual energy but enough that I will on occasion attract a low level Hollow to try it's luck.. The rest of you would be better off Hiding I'd wager." His words would ring true, though impossible might sens that his Strength had shifted once again. He Was Again the Weak and barely Stable Shingami, weaker than most humans are even.

What had happened to that Burst of strength that Could have been felt before, where did it all go? Then there was a pulse From his blade, this Zanpakuto let out a dark and bloody growl through the surrounding Spiritual energies only able to be sensed by those skilled in energy sensory but it was there, the Dragon was awake and if there was a fight coming it wanted in. That hellish vibration was part of what made this calm and almost Respectable man want to be in the front, his soul could not be denied blood was his favorite refreshment.

"Aevus, i did want to Report however on the presence of a Humanoid Looking hollow, Adhuchas Class I Beleive. He Has been Purified and Handled, But something is not right about this mission Sir, With the mention of this Bus by .. Impossible, you said your name was?"  He paused and looked to impo a moment before continuing. "With the mention of this bus, and the Concentration of no less than 6 Low teired hollows being set out to hunt possibly by this Adhuchas.. i Wonder if the Adhuchas Might not have been hunting th same thing we are now, and hoped My weak Signiture was its prey."

He Looked back to Senshi with a warm smile "And Likewise.. do not worry for me or my Body, I would Sooner I go through the Grinder before allowing Our newest to come to harm.. Stay Close to me Hmm? Within Twenty feet of Me Nothing shall harm you." What was with that Confidence in his voice? the way he talked was matter of factly but without the usual arrogant air, it was more like someone stating a scientifically definable fact than something he would promise. He Smiled warmly to her even after he finished saying those words before looking back towards the road, making certain that nothing else was coming from that way.