Extended Flyers Miles

[Kitai Yoru]

There was just something about sneaking around that Kitai missed doing. He used to be so stealthy back when he was alive, breaking into places he definitely wasn't supposed to be in, listening to people talk about random crap, not knowing he was there, watching the utter confusion spread on their faces as he did something that came so far out of left field, you could have sworn someone was cheating. Ahh, the good old days. But now he was rusty. He was so out of practice, he had to rely on techniques to move about un noticed. That, and he had to rely on his kinda sorta replacement protégé Jeff. Jeff liked to just go with the flow, and that was something Kitai had to beat out of the youngish man.

Sadly, Jeff liked being beaten, so that was a lesson that was going to take awhile. Until then, Jeff could get the rocket fuel. It was close to the dead of night, so he only had a few minutes to work. The hangar was empty, as it should be, save for the mangled corpse of a airliner. Kitai looks at it with a smile that hasn't crossed his face in too long. "Oh baby, how I've missed you. Don't worry, I'm rusty, but I know exactly how to make you purr." The chains unravel from around his wrists and ankles, as they start flying around the room, picking up seemingly random thigs, as the lunatic got to work.

It took the machoistic Saika twice as long as it should have to get the fuel for the plane, while at the same time, the man somehow managed to set off every conceivable alarm the airfield had. As it was now, to any normal human, a luggage cart was erratically driving itself across the strip, with a small tanker of gas being dragged behind it, bouncing over every bump along the way. Jeff didn't know why Kitai was doing what Kitai was doing, but the promise of pain enticed him to keep going. Eventually the brave fool drove his way into the hangar, where Kitai was finishing up.

The plane was somehow put back together in working order, now jet-black, with Kitai's face all over the vehicle. There was two more Kitai's than before Jeff left, for some reason, but that didn't matter. One of them grabbed the oil tanker. "Subtly! Stealth! Do you know what these words mean!?" Jeff shook his head, and the Kitai looked ready to strangle him. The Lunatic made a frustrated noise, and pulled the fuel inside the plane, forgoing the usual method of fueling a plane. A second Kitai grabbed Jeff by the shoulder and started walking him to the front of the vehicle. "Jeff, buddy, pal, comrade, you trust me, right?" Jeff wisely shook his head a second time.

"You do? Great!" The taller saika spun the man around, while the third Kitai appeared in his line of vision, with what seemed to be a firehose in hand. The Kitai hosed him down with a weird paste that smelled an awful lot like glue. The Kitai holding him gripped his shoulder tighter, as he leapt up to the front of the plane. The Lunatic slammed Jeff's back against the nose of it, breaking his spin in several different places. "Great! The helm of our might ship is in place!" He said confidently. The Glue Gunner gave him a look. "That's a figurehead, dumbass." He said, as he made his way to the entrance of the plane.

The first Kitai followed after. "I knew that. You're the dumbass..." He grumbled. Jeff would hear the door of the plane slam shut, as the engines began to whirl to life. He would also see the flashing lights of many police showing up to the hangar entrance. The cops were yelling something through their speakers, but it was inaudible through the humming of the motors, which were slowly coming to life. The doors were opening up, as newly pimped put ride crawled forward. The smells were almost as overwhelming as his shattered spine, being a mixture of glue, paint, motor oil, and various metals. Suddenly and without warning, the Kitai-infected device shot forward, rockets propelling it hastily glued on activating.

The shuddering that the plane made as majestic, like it was mere moments from falling apart. Kitai, Kitai, and most importantly Kitai, were sitting in the piolet seats in the Kitai-Pit™. Kitai, of course, was seated in first class. He had, ahem, 'acquired' the refrigerator from the breakroom, and was currently sipping a goblet of bottled water, as he waved to the police outside. Glorious. Meanwhile in the Kitai-Pit™, Kitai and Kitai were discussing what to do next. "Okay, so we have Jeff on the starboard bow." The second Kitai shook his head. "No no, we have Jeff on the Ahead." The first one palmed his face. "Then what is starboard bow? Never mind, did you set 'it' up?" He asked.

The second Kitai grinned, nodding his head viciously. A wicked grin spread on both of their faces. "Good. Good! With Jeff as the conduit, and with 'it' on board, this should work. If this doesn't piss it off enough to activate for us, then it's just a bunch of bullshit nonsense. Or actual aliens, who knows." The two Kitai's started flipping switches, seemingly at random, as the plane began to glow like a strobe light. It was mere minutes later, when the plane finally flew over open ocean. Jeff could taste the salt in the air. How could he not, given it was smacking him in the face at nearly three hundred miles an hour? This pain was nice and all, but it wasn't the 'meatgrinder covered in salt and vinegar' Kitai had promised him.

And then the plane started to glow like it was a rave party. That was... interesting? It was annoying, which was a kind of pain... And then a compartment behind Jeff's back opened up and started electrocuting the Sanctus member. That was better. As he was being zapped, the air around him was starting to shimmer. It was shimmering green. Then blue. Now red. The sky was changing around him. Was that a Pterodactyl? It wasn't there long enough for Jeff to question it too deeply, as now he could see earth from the pitch black sky. That too was gone in an instant, as now what looked to be medieval Japan was in the sky above him.

"WHY ARE WE UPSIDE DOWN!?" Kitai burst into the Kitai-Pit™ from the cabin. "I don't know! The Bermuda Triangle is being a real asshole right now!" One of them yelled out, banging the console in hopes to make reality normal again. His fist crushed it like it was cardboard. The three Kitai simply stared at it, praying that hadn't actually happened. Then they started screaming. The two flipped the plane over, trying to prevent them from crashing into some weird shimmering dome. "Is that the Soul Society!? We can't invade there again! We wanted Hueco Mundo, darn it! What is this shit!?"

The two jerked and pulled at their flight sticks, but now matter how much they begged, it wouldn't make their plane go back up. The plane skimmed the top of the weird barrier dome, and bounced off it was a shill screech of metal. Alarms that sounded like Kitai made sure the actual Kitai's knew that something was just plain fucked, as lights flashed, and they desperately tried to correct their course. It was no use, and the plane was going down, heading straight for an empty field about ten miles away from the Seireitei. The three started screaming, as Kitai two and three grabbed Kitai one, hugging tightly to the original.

The plane slammed nose first into the dirt, smearing Jeff across the field in a bloody mess, giving him a fist class ticket back to Hell. The Kitai-Pit™ was now a crumpled mess of metal, as the entire Kitai-Mobile™ was completely totaled. There was a brief moment of silence in the clearing, before groaning metal could be heard. The chains of Hell carved a hole through to the top of the wreckage. The three Kitai climbed out, mostly unharmed. "Oh, right, I forgot how durable we are." The three shared a laugh at the mayhem they'd caused.

Out of Hell Posts: 20 1/3
Dark Skill level 1 and 2: 300 reiatsu
Dark Skill Bodies x3: 5,000, 3,175, 2,381.25

Total Reiatsu Remaining: 7,143.75/18,000

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Shitoke was in his greenhouse as usual for him in the early morning. Minding his own business. And making sure his plants, including his favorite, Piranha, was able to continue growing strong and safely. Preferably at a point that Jeff nor a random person would be knock over. That was when he heard his pager going off. A quick glance down at his pocket and he saw that it read "Get up here as soon as possible. It's important. -Anthony" He sighed to himself, for some reason everytime something happened he was always in the middle of taking care of his plants. Seriously could people start chaos or whatever they were doing in the afternoons? With the last finishing touches to his plants taken care of Shitoke put everything back in place before walking out the room and to the elevator.

Once on the correct floor he went to the shared room between him and Anthony. Anthony was waiting for him already, having even moved his wheelchair to face the door. Must be big if he's already waiting for me to walk in. Shitoke simply pulled up a chair and focused his attention on Anthony. "So what's going on? The alarms aren't going off so it doesn't seem like we are in any danger of an invasion." As Shitoke stayed quiet, waiting for Anthony's response Anthony looked like he was trying to figure out how to say what was on his mind. Like whatever it was, really wasn't easy to say. Little did Shitoke realize how correct he was.

Eventually Shitoke got his answer because Anthony simply gave up and just spoke to him plainly. "ARGH. Look a plane somehow came into the Soul Society and it hit the seki seki field around the sereitei and bounced off to fuck knows where." Now Shitoke wasn't the smartest person in Squad 12. And he certainly wasn't the most knowledgeable of human world affairs or their creations. But he did know what a plane was. And he did know what Anthony said. But putting the two together could only bring about one reaction from him. "HUUUUUUUUUUUUUH?!?!?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN A PLANE CRASHED INTO THE SOUL SOCIETY!? HOW DOES A PLANE EVEN GET HERE?!"

For all the short temper Anthony usually had, he didn't even get mad at Shitoke. Instead he simply gave him a look that said it all. "How the fuck am I supposed to know? All I know is that's what happened." Shitoke just gave him a look of confusion and infinite amounts of surprise. It seemed this is why they were called because no one in the Seireitei could honestly answer how something like this happened. Let alone why. And frankly most probably didn't know how to handle it. So that left it to Squad 12 to figure out all the details and try to come up with an answer. However why Shitoke and by extension Anthony were involved was something of a mystery. Yet again Anthony could only shake his head as he had no idea either. The only issue. . . Anthony couldn't go investigate it. He had no legs and it wasn't like the Rukongai as well as any wild areas within it were safe or easy for him to traverse. So that meant Shitoke had to go investigate this. . . likely alone.



Fast forward a couple hours. . .


And there was Shitoke, on his own. In a patch of wilderness in the Rukongai. Trying to find the plant that had decided today was a good day to visit to the Soul Society. And on top of that Shitoke had to find it alone, since the many other members of the squad were also sent but spread out to cover a LARGE distance. And thus was unlikely to meet anyone else. Unless of course they were lost. Truthfully that was something that could happen. Perhaps Shitoke would be the one that was lost. After all he wasn't exactly familiar with the Rukongai. And for him at least, it was usually a bit more on the dangerous side, in his mind anyway, since he could attract the attention of the Kasumi'Oji. Let's not go there. We'll only start freaking out if we do. Let's just get this done and then return to my plant research. I've almost got several different kinds of fruit and vegetables able to grow in my greenhouse. If I finish a few more tests I might be able to help get the Rukongai some more farms and make the food more varied as a result.

Little did Shitoke know he was actually the closest. And that meant he'd be dealing with arguably the strangest, most chaotic, and unnaterably personable saika that existed. And worse yet 3 of the same person. Something none of the worlds wanted but they were going to get because, Kitai. Today would be a memorable one for many reasons that much was for certain.

[Kitai Yoru]

"Alright, listen up!" Kitai said, walking back and forth on one of the wings. "We're stranded in this alien land, no food, a lot of shelter, zero friends, and an ever mounting boredom the likes of which I cannot hope to contain. Now, I'm willing to take requests, so, who here has any good ideas?" He said to the group, which was considerably larger in number than it was a few minutes ago. One of the Kitai's raised his hand, flailing it around, whispering 'pick me' over and over. "Ugh. Yes, you." He pointed. "Oh! What if we invaded the Soul Reapers again?" The Kitai on the wing pulled out a pistol and shot him in the head. "No."

BANG!

The excitable clone flopped over, before rubbing the spot where the bullet impacted him. "We wanted to fight the hollows because they weren't expecting us. We already invaded the Soul Reapers twice, so now it isn't as funny. Any more bright ideas?" He asked, looking expectantly at the ten Kitai clones. They all had various degrees of 'thinking' on their faces, but he could tell they weren't trying very hard. One suggested Going home, another suggested turning the remains of the plane into some sort of nuke, while a third wanted to invade the Black Market. That one he unloaded his clip at for good measure.

Then his golden child revealed himself. "What if we open up a shop?" The group stared at him for a moment, before they all started cackling. "YES! You! You are now Kitai number two!" He hopped down from the plane, as the Council of Kitai started planning on where to set up their shop, and how best to muscle their way into the Black Market's profits. That conversation naturally didn't go anywhere, but boredom was at an all time low. The ten Kitai clones started to dismantle the remains of the plane, refusing to let it die after the crash. Meanwhile, Kitai himself started wandering towards the nearest settlement.

It took the much less physically inclined version of himself roughly an hour and a half of walking through fields, brush, and a swamp for some reason, but he eventually managed to locate something that almost looked like civilization. He gazed upon the broken and rundown shacks that pretended to be buildings, the criminally underdressed people milling about, and a very peculiar odor that permeated the air. "Wow. This place almost makes Hell look like a vacation spot." He quipped to himself, and earned an ugly glare from some random passerby.

He walked about, looking around for someplace he could setup shop, and a food vender. This place might have looked like feudal Japan, but there had to have been some cultural shift from the newcomers. People died all the time, new ideas should be pouring in constantly. But, try as he might, he failed to find a proper place that sells actual food. The best he found was some place that sold sweets, and various other cheap garbage they called candy. The frustration was starting to get to him. A man bushed by Kitai, some mildly overweight guy with a huge beard.

The Lunatic grabbed the man by his weird kimono thing and pressed his gun under one of his many chins. "YOU!" He yelled, scaring the man halfway back to life. "WHERE CAN I FIND FOOD IN THIS DAMNED PLACE!?" The man tried to shove the Saika off of him, apparently not knowing what was currently being aimed at him. Seriously, did people just forget their lives when they died? "Get off me you freak!" Kitai shoved him backwards, before aiming his gun once more. "AAAAGHH!" several dozen clicks were heard from the gun... "Ah, wait, crap, did I forget to reload it?" He said to himself, looking down the barrel, as the other man ran away.

Out of Hell Posts: 20 2/3

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So that comment about getting lost? Yea that was Shitoke. Try as the man might he had literally no fucking idea where he was. He'd started out in one of the districts with a map that told him to investigate the wildlands nearby. What had happened was he'd lost the map, fell down a short hill, lost some other supplies he was supposed to keep in his bag, and ultimately ended up back in some random district. Muddied, cut up a bit, and his hair trying a new approach to an "all natural" look given the new twigs and leaves in it and that about summed up Shitoke's day. Shit. Anthony has it IMMENSELY better than I do when it comes to things like this. He NEVER has to go out and get things because he's physically incapable of doing such. I get that it irks him but even still being out and about in a district you have little idea about is not a pleasant experience by any means.

And that's when he heard it. 2 streets over he heard Kitai yelling at the top of his lungs about food and just groaning in general. Shitoke at this point however expected that this was likely normal for the Rukongai, especially when one was as far out as this district. Had they been closer another shinigami might have handled it or heaven forbid some form or internal guard or police-esque force. Here though? Not likely unless someone considered a gang to be good enough to run things. But that was only another reason why Shitoke was more than a little nervous to stick around here. Gangs could be bought off. And if they were they'd very easily get a hold of Shitoke given their numbers. Let's just hope this boils over. That I don't have to deal with anything extraordinarily over the top and that, wait why is that man running at me?

It was at this point said fat man had blizted by him and subsequently knocked him into a nearby mud puddle. Granted he looked freaked out beyond any reasonable means. On the other hand Shitoke was PISSED. From the shittastic day to now being wet AND being dirtier than before. He growled out some as he glared around him and especially at the man. Small thoughts of bloody murder came to mind but he quickly quashed them. The man wasn't worth it but the person who freaked said man out? Likely given they'd started this mess. And Shitoke was going to give them a piece of his mind. Especially over doing this for food. DOES THE MAN NOT REALIZE THIS PLACE IS TOO POOR FOR THAT KINDA CRAP? THIS ISN'T THE FIRST 30 DISTRICTS. ITS LIKE THE 60'S! With a quickness Shitoke immediately took a right to follow down where he'd heard the original screaming match from. It didn't take him long to find someone who stuck out like a brutally sore thumb.

The man was unnaturally tall, taller than Shitoke who was 6 something, in a straight jacket that seemed bulky as hell for some reason, and he clashed with his own color scheme hard enough that Shitoke swore his eyesight got worse the longer he looked at him. But none of that mattered as he when straight up to the man in question who was fiddling with his gun. Point 1# to have realized this was not a normal person. Guns did not exist in the rukongai afterall. Shitoke as he walks up just straight up yells at him. "WHERE DO YOU THINK JACKASS?! NOWHERE. IT'S NOT THE FIRST 20 OR 30 DISTRICTS. YOU'RE IN THE 60'S MEANING THEY ARE BROKE AS SHIT. PERHAPS IF YOU'D PICKED UP YOUR BRAIN ON THE WAY INTO THIS SHITTY DISTRICT YOU'D HAVE REALIZED THAT YOU INCOMPETENT DUMBASS!" For some reason yelling at Kitai felt almost natural. Like he was supposed to for one reason or another.

Whatever the case may be he glanced back down at the pistol the man was wielding and then realized it was empty. No Shitoke did not know HOW to use a gun. But he could very easily realize the man wasn't even certain how he'd fired off all the shots. And for some inexplicable reason that just lit up a fire in Shitokes stomach. Before he even realized what he was doing he was already mid motion for a full fist knuckle sandwhich. But as mentioned it felt right for some reaason so he followed through with it and yelled him further. "You want to eat something, EAT THIS! And then it happened. He felt his fist connect with Kitai's cheek. Saw him move back just a bit. And then he felt a fist on his own cheek and was launched back several feet. As far as Shitoke was concerned he'd suddenly been flung nearly into a house from a punch he couldn't even see. And fuck did the migraine he'd just gotten start pounding. Not to mention his teeth felt like they were shaking in his jaw. Though his anger was quelled somewhat he had to admit he was stunned at how in the hell Kitai managed to pull what he did without so much as moving. And thus stared at the man dead in the eye with more than a little confusion. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!?

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai poked around the barrel of his gun, fiddling with the trigger, when some homeless guy came storming up to him. It was so sudden, he nearly dropped the weapon. The audacity of this guy was unprecedented! No one before had ever yelled at him for trying to buy food before! Not unless they were also trying to murder him. Or after trying to murder him and getting frustrated by the fact he wouldn't die. Or that one time he started yelling at Keira and then he was brutally murdered several times by the pink she-devil. He might have lost his train of thought, what was going on again?

And then a fist slammed into his face.

His face whipped to the side, but he managed to stay on his feet. Meanwhile, the Karen who was doing his best attempt at nagging him to death got launched through the air. "You know, when you punch someone, you're supposed to send them flying back, right?" He mocked the man, an amused smirk dancing across his lips. Then a thought hit him harder than Shitoke ever hoped to. "Oh wait! Haha!" He said, chucking his firearm behind him. It landed with a metallic thud. He placed two of his fingers against his neck. "There's the problem! I hit you with Cutback by mistake! HAHAHAHAHA! Man, you're lucky!" He told him, as a thick black mist started to pour out of his chest.

The mist pooled around at his feet, covering the ground around him, obscuring it in its entirety. The Lunatic bent down, reaching into the vile smoke. Like some two-bit stage magician, he pulled something out. It was... another Shitoke. But something was wrong about him. He looked and acted like a feral beast, spitting and hissing, raking his hands through the air in an attempt to claw at anything it could get close to. The eyes of the doppelganger were empty, without a shred of intelligence behind them. The beast surged toward the downed shinigami, breaking free of Kitai's hold on him. It let out a primal, guttural roar as it came to a foot from the man.

Then a chain wrapped around its neck, and dragged it towards Kitai once more. It desperately clawed at the chains, black as a starless night, as Kitai held onto the beast in human form once more. "Lucky! Because this is what normally happens to people when I don't pay attention to my Cutback!" The beast was thrashing around as it was being hanged by the chains that were defying all logic and holding the struggling impostor. Dangling legs kicked every which way, and Kitai moved his arm in the path of one of the wild swings. The effect was immediate. The beast looked as if it were screaming in pain, eyes opened wide in shock and panic.

It made no further screams, as the pale imitation of Shitoke turned into a bloody mist. The wind caught it, and gently pushed it away. The ground was coated in red for a few dozen feet, as the fine mist settled back onto the ground. Kitai looked at it, smiling as the Black Fog around his feet returned to nothing, leaving nary a trace that it had ever been there in the first place. "Yeah, that!" He said, pointing at the bloody mess over his shoulder with his thumb. "I don't know how the hell you survived, but hey! You've already survived being around me longer than Jeff has! HA!"

Out of Hell Posts: 20 3/3