Not Wasting That Talent [Social? / R]

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Karakura Town. An unknown town located on the island continent of Japan. For the rest of the world this town was nothing. A sleepy city known for nothing. But, to those who were aware of the invisible world, this town was far more than that. It was a spiritual hotbed. Members of every spiritual race, one way or another, found their way to this town. It was the center of many spiritual events, one being the infamous Hellgate incident where the forces of Hell had attempted to rise up and conquer the world. They had used Karakura Town to open the portal to the realm of eternal punishment. Their had been many more events before, and after, this incident.

It was quiet tonight. Everyone, except those who worked at night, slept soundly in their beds. It was the earliest of hours, just past one a.m. Very rarely a car drove down the road. A citizen walked across the sidewalk, eager to get home. It was quiet. Nobody was around. The silence shattered, however, just as the glass window for the laundromat did though. Shattering inwards as someone, or something, was violently thrown into the glass with the intention of sending them hurtling into the laundromat. Karakura was a violent town. Often, nearly every day, spiritual forces clashed against one another. Shinigami fighting Hollows. Fullbringer gangs fighting one another. There was always some sort of fight going on. But this time...it was a bit different.

Glass crunched beneath black shoes as a well dressed man calmly followed whoever was thrown through the now open window. Just like the color of his shoes, the individual was garbed in a suit of muted colors with a similarly dark trench coat. Stepping down off the folding table that had been right next to the window, the vacant, grey, eyes of the stranger settled onto the man he had assaulted. ”Hmph.” he mumbled, turning towards the other Quincy. That was correct, Quincy.

Sebastian, Sternriter S, the Silencer, was standing before another Quincy. This one, though, was not part of the Vandenreich whom Sebastian had sworn allegiance. He was, as they had labeled him, a Free Quincy. ”Have you finished running, Adalvulf Rhinekranz?” Sebastian asked, his question to the other man that shared the laundromat with him. The other Quincy in the room with him. The man that Sebastian had just thrown through the window.

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Adalvulf had been walking down the Street, hands in his pockets hunched over just trying to get back home from the Costume shop he worked in.  The day had been long, quiet, and eerie. A Bag of constant stress and worry, the looking out the window trying to spot the thing he could feel watching him.  He took a hand free of his pocket and flicked a Kunai out of its Hostler. The wire it was attached to was tied to his finger and he swung it about lazily, just letting the weight carry it around the loop with little guidance from himself.

The Dark sky was illuminated by nothing more than the street lamps, the street was way too quiet. There was nothing, no one even the laundromat was empty all save for the clerk reading through their magazine. Adalvulf took a moment to lean against the glass and clean his own glasses, he looked up and placed them back on and then there was a foot in his chest. He was immediately launched backward through the glass and into a Washing machine. He rolls off and coughs up blood from the blow and wipes his mouth.

The Kunai were knocked from his Holster and as he rose from the ground he leaned against the machine he had been kicked into. He Scoffs gently and wipes his mouth before speaking "Running? Hiding perhaps but never running." He Looks down to the glass the Sternritter is standing on and then back up to Sebastian. He Raises both of his hands and flicks 3 out of 5 Kunai from both hands for a total of 6 Kunai attached to nearly invisible wires. The Strange bit, is that the Kunai look as though they will miss their mark but will actually land right where Adalvulf wishes, setting a Trap should Sebastian step any closer.

Adalvulf was Shaking, trembling, he was truly scared but all at once he was excited. He was going to fight a Vandenreich and more than likely loose, but it would never be able to be said that Adalvulf Rhinekranz Last of his Line was a coward. No one would be able to say that the last of the Ransotengai bloodline would go down screaming and begging for his life, no he was going to fight, probably die but fight he would. Little traps would have to be enough.. Hopefully they would be enough.