Out in the open [JT/Eye and Drammor]

[Raphael Laurent]

Raphael stumbled out of his bed, groggily looking at his alarm, hoping that it didn’t say what he was afraid it would. Four AM. Yep… Even though he had to get up early, he did NOT want to. But he knew that if he was going to get stronger with his soul command he needed to build up more stamina. As it was he was getting winded far too quickly using it. Only good part about being a spirit was that one was able to do things beyond typical humanity and, for a person to do anything similar required a grueling amount of work. That was why he found himself waking up at the butt crack of dawn.

First phase was a mile run, at least, at normal human speeds. From there, he would go into weight lifting mode for an hour and then, finally, it was time to work on techniques. He’d need to practice with them. One of the most important aspects of his training was to use the techniques to see what kind of insanity they inflicted upon his body. If it injured him too much, or if there was a way to withstand the pain of certain techniques then he would know how best to combat whatever it was that he was going to be using or knew to use it sparingly. Thankfully, he didn’t need to test disentigration too much. He’d done that and knew it’s limitations quite well. He flexed his arms again, recalling the searing pain from his own skin being torn from his muscles. He’d passed out from it…

He took a deep breath and opened the door, heading out into his day, breaking into a run almost right after having left his door. It would best to just get this shit over with. Above all else, Raphael just wanted to get this stupid shit done with and get to the point where he could simply practice his techniques. It was the best part of his workout and one that he couldn’t wait to get to. There weren’t too many people, especially with it just being a suburb of Tokyo, so he didn’t have to worry too much about running into random people.

It only got even less populated the farther out he got and by the time that he stopped to rest, he’d reached the outskirts of even the suburb. He hadn’t been out this way since that time he’d run into the shinigami Kuro. He wondered how that kid was doing, and if he was doing well within his squad. Not that Raphael could ever have been able to tell or, really, find out. But at the very least it was looking to be a good day…

[Alacrán]

Alacrán had to escape from Hueco Mundo after his loss at the hands of the Saika known as Jeff. So he'd forced a weaker Gillian to open up a Garganta for him to the world of the living. He leaves through it quickly, letting the Gillian go to roam around on it's own, not really caring what kind of attention it's their combined presence would gather. He was surprised by the quiet of the world, used to being here while the sun was still out and plenty of prey was bustling about but this was fine. It just meant it would be easier for him to slip into the darkness if he needed to.

For now he would just find as many humans as he could and make a meal out of them. So he sets about into the cool morning, searching for some prey to hunt. After passing by the fifth empty block, it dawned on him that perhaps there wouldn't be very many people out so early in the day. That was fine though, since he knew that some of these buildings were used as living spaces and would surely hold plenty of food for him there.

So with a quick swing of his fist, Alacrán had torn through one building which was unfortunately empty of a meal as it was nothing more than an office building. He moves to the next and drives his large hand through it, revealing empty rooms again. He growls as he moves to the third building and slams into it with both fist, practically causing the building to crumple down to the lowest floor. This rewards Alacrán with a few souls that he quickly makes short work of, grabbing one soul that had rose from the rubble and tossing it into his mouth.

Soon, several more newly deceased souls emerge from the rubble and the commotion they caused when they saw the behemoth was quite the loud one that any spiritually inclined person would sure to pick up on if they hadn't already noticed the giant Menos performing his own form of construction on the area. Alacrán quickly grabbed another soul and tore into it's torso before tossing it and reaching for another as the deceased scatter like roaches.

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{Consumed}x2 Class 8 Humans