Operation Fool's Journey

[Camila Adaronde]

Taking a deep breath, Albin took a few moments to glance around. It... seemed like this was the area. He didn't know, frankly there wasn't really any way to tell. Perhaps it was a different place? Gods, this was all so confusing. Just what was the option here? What choice did he have? Frankly, there really wasn't any.

Taking another deep breath, and pushing open the front door, Albin took a moment to wave down the man in the front of the pseudo-reception area. "Hey," he spoke, walking over to the front, "this... this is the right place yeah?" The man behind the counter simply nodded his head. Albin smiled. It took quite a bit of time for him to actually find the place, but it seemed that his goals had finally paid off.

"You're looking for the big man, yeah?" The blond-haired man behind the counter smiled. Fixing his collar, Albin spoke more. "Y-yeah," he said, "I heard he's got the ability to bring people back to life. Is that just a rumor or..?" With a soft sigh, the man behind the counter simply smiled before speaking once again.

"Take the elevator behind me; second floor down, third door on the right once you walk out. He should be there. Be careful, though; he can be a little... eccentric." Albin couldn't help but chuckle at the statement. Holding tightly at the small scrap of fabric in his hand, he nodded his head. "Believe me, I'm not exactly far off from that myself." He knew what he was doing was likely going to be dangerous as all hell, but so what?

Listening to the man behind the counter, Albin stepped into the elevator. Taking another deep breath while the metal contraption lowered down toward the basements, Albin found very quickly that he'd recognized the elevator music! That was certainly interesting, that was for sure. If nothing else, he'd have to give Kitai a pretty good work regarding the music that he'd picked.

As he walked out of the elevator, and made his way through the door he was instructed to, and immediately began to shake with anxiety. "U-um, excuse me," he said, "mister Kitai, right? I heart you were able to bring people back from the dead... Is that true?" Holding out the sliver of fabric in front of him, Albin impatiently awaited a response.

[Kitai Yoru]

Jack was working the register today, cleaning the floor meticulously. The shop looked incredible as Albin stepped through the door. Jack was unsurprised, of course. He considered himself a bit of an 'all knowing being', though Kitai referred to him more of an arrogant jackass who was just a know-it-all, but that wasn't the point. Jack knowing why Albin being here was the point. The mod soul gave the young man a knowing smile, as he got up to lead the way. "Hmhmhmhm. Yes, this is indeed the place. Please, follow me. Your destiny awaits."

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Kitai was sitting in his office, a room he made exclusively because he wanted to test himself in how well he could make a business room. The top half of the walls were covered in a red velvet fabric that absorbed sound. He liked the color, and that if suited him for whatever reason. The bottom half were made of oak, with carvings of Kitai's past battles engraved into it. The ceiling had a chandelier, with bullets handing from it. There was a large mahogany desk at the far end of the room, with two bookshelves on either side of it, filled more with weapons and knickknacks than actual books.

He was going through a list of bills and tax letters, including several IRS letters by some Senshi person, when someone stepped through his door. It was a young man who was shaking in his boots, nervous and fearful for some reason. Has his reputation spread out that much? Was he really that well known? Given he referred to him as 'mister' Kitai, it would seem that answer was 'yes', apparently. And apparently his powers were well know enough for someone to come up to him asking for him to bring back the dead. That, could be a problem in the future, as well as the present.

Kitai locked his fingers together, and rested his chin on top of them, a smile spread across his lips. "I wonder where you heard that rumor? Yes, I can bring the dead back to life." He told the frightened man in as soothing a tone as he could muster. He looked at the fabric in his hands. "Who are you trying to bring back? Family? Friends? Either way, I cannot bring back something from nothing. Regardless of the size, I need a piece of them to revive someone." This is the most he's actually told someone about his powers, and he would need to impress upon this man that gossiping about his powers would end poorly for him.

[Camila Adaronde]

Hearing the hellion speak, Albin couldn't help but shudder. Something about this man felt... atrocious. Something horrified him deep within his bones, and genuinely couldn't fathom understanding just what this man was about. Like some kind of umbral horror, Kitai knew how to make himself absolutely nothing but concerning.

Regardless, he needed to speak. Taking a deep breath, Albin spoke. "I saw your name in the Bingo Book. It's... written rather neatly there. While I thought all hope had been lost, you might be the key to helping me more than anything else!" Albin didn't quite shout, but he did what he could to make his anxiousness and desperation well known. This really was a "final push" of sorts, huh?

"Bear with me when I say this, but I'm trying to bring an enemy of Soul Society back to life. She's... well-known? Infamous? Depends on who you ask. She was on the Bingo Book for a time; are you familiar with Camila Adaronde?" Taking a moment to pause, just in case what might've followed, Albin took a moment to wait. He wanted to try to temper reactions from Kitai as much as he could afford, given he was basically asking him to bring a known war criminal back from the dead.

Nodding his head at the Saika's last comment, Albin took another breath. "Yes! Yes. I had figured that might've been the case..." thrusting his hand forward holding that same sliver of fabric in his hand, he looked toward Kitai once more. Gently placing the black sliver on his desk, Albin nodded once more. "This is a shred of her Shihakkushō. Took absolutely ages to find in the desert. It was like finding a... Shihakkushō sliver in an endless desert. Yeah."

[Kitai Yoru]

Ah the Bingo Book. Sometimes he forgot he was a listed person there. You invade the sword-loving heretics twice, and beat up some hollows in their base of operation, and all of a sudden everyone knows your name. And he would have been fine and dandy with that, but apparently they were keeping track of his powers as well, which was less fine. Much less fine, but also not the fault of this person before him. He'd let it slide, for now. Don't shoot the messenger and whatnot. Speaking of Bingo, apparently this guy had a friend of his own on it.

"Hehahaha! Me? Helpful? I can't remember the last time someone called me that." He said, more to himself than Albin. The man was trying his darnedest to boost his ego, to make him not think too hard about what little Kitai got out of this. But Kitai was more than a little amused at his words, and he was of so terribly bored, so he would help the man regardless. He'd count this as his one good deed of the week. Bringing the dead back to life, defying the laws of nature, all to help a man who looks to be on the constant edge of having a panic attack.

"Unfortunately, I don't look through the Bingo Book too often. It can be rather difficult to get an updated copy from the bounty office when you have a bounty on your head." He motioned the man forward with his two fingers, prompting the poor lad to walk forward, placing the fabric down on the desk. It was indeed a torn piece of fabric. Yup. The sands had done a number on it, leaving it frayed and torn in places, and thin everywhere else. A crimson red light shined from Kitai's eye, as he unleashed his Darkskill.

He gently placed his hands along the edges of the weathered uniform piece, as wings burst from his back. "Mmm." He hummed out, as his hands glowed with an ugly red light. "You are one lucky man." Kitai stood up, walking around the desk with the now glowing fabric in hand. "If you had waited even one more week, I doubt there would have been enough DNA left on this to work." With a flick of his wrist, the silver shihakkusho was tossed like a Frisbee, as Kitai wrapped an arm around the... Shinigami? Whatever, he didn't want him to move and interrupt his moment.

"Something those books don't teach you, is that your body holds fragments of your reiatsu, and reiatsu can tell you more about a person than you can ever comprehend." From the material, bones started to bubble out of the trace specks of Cami that had managed to linger. "I can have that reiatsu call out to wherever her soul ended up after death. Maybe she was in the Soul Cycle, maybe she was in Hell. Heck, she might have been reincarnated already. Either way, that version of her is given a choice; come back, or don't."

The skeleton was finished first, lying there motionless. Next came the organs, growing from the bone. "If they choose to come back, then yay! They have a second chance at life. If they don't, or if they can't because their soul was destroyed, that's where things get interesting." He squeezes Albin's shoulder. "If they were destroyed so completely that only specks of their soul remain, I use the information left from their reiatsu and DNA to ... recreate them, so to speak, making something that is that person, but at the same time, isn't. It becomes something new out of something old."

The organs were finished, and the muscles were beginning to coat the bones. Before anything too explicate reformed, Kitai tossed his jacket over her. "It's hard for this version of me to tell which is which until after it happens, as I tear a piece of my own soul to rekindle the fires of life in the dead." The woman, Cami, was now alive once more, the process having taken a full minute to complete. "Welcome back to the land of the living! How was your trip? Did you see a bright light, or did you take a fall?" He asked her, sounding a bit sarcastic, as he let Albin go.

[Camila Adaronde]

As Kitai took the strip of fabric from Albin, he took a few steps back as he... watched the process. Listening carefully to what Kitai had started saying, his eyes watched as Kitai's own eyes began to light up. "I'm fairly certain her soul was cast into Hell," he started, gently crossing his arms, remembering the day all of that happened. It was one that still left him with nothing but concerns.

Listening to what Kitai had to say on the matter, Albin nodded his head, but information effectively went in one ear and out the other. He couldn't quite tell just what was going on with the woman, but... something felt strange about all of this. Like something wasn't sitting right with him. Was whatever was going on with this pseudo person altering him in some way?? A growing feeling of dread began to consume him.

As a skeleton began to take shape, following in suit by organs, muscle, and eventually the skin covered by Kitai's aptly-timed jacket, Albin immediately felt a shock of reiatsu run through him; one that he'd recognized from his fight with Nuala, and his fight with Ailene. This wasn't his own. This was remnants of the now-alive 'Shinigami', whom had been standing before him. Gripping his head as the headache began to fully set in, Albin groaned in the pain that made itself rather notable. Turning around in order to fully grasp his situation, Albin needed a moment to fully process the goings-on about the situation.

Albin felt a hand on his shoulder. It felt cold, like it shouldn’t have been there to begin with. He quickly turned around. He felt his heart sink in his chest. The woman behind him had been the very same woman whom he had constantly tormented for the couple decades. The very same woman who he had put through hell and back. And here she was, back from hell. With him. “So,” She asked, a wicked smile forming on her face…

“Did you miss me?”

Almost immediately, he felt his very psyche breaking down. Something about him had shifted almost entirely; like his very hollow nature had been seeping back into him, having permeated well within Camila's own soul for many a year spent down in the underworld. He needed a moment. Rushing out the door, and shutting it behind him, an agonized shout echoed through the hall. It seemed very evident that he was going through something, but Camila frankly didn't care. Throwing her hands behind her head, she looked back at the Saika that was responsible for her return.

Taking a deep breath, Camila spoke. "Thanks for havin' me," she spoke, maintaining the same smirk across her face, "it feels damned good to be back. 'Specially after having had to deal with that fuckin' hellhole - pun intended. That place was a literal nightmare. Some fuck in the suicide forest kept trying to kill me on multiple occasions." She shivered. "Last time I deal with planty fucks, that's for sure. If you're good with me asking, who might you be?"

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai had taken to leaning against his desk, arms crossed, watching the interplay between the man, now that he brought the woman, Cami, back to life. And to say that it was strange was an understatement. Kitai wasn't the most perceptive when it came to people skills, but even he could see how detrimental this person's mere presence was having on his theoretical client. He really needs to start charging people before he gives them the service.

The man had hopped, skipped, and jumped from the nervous wreck that he was, and now looked like he was going to have a full mental breakdown, grasping his head like he was trying to keep it from falling apart. Albin looked like he had forgotten that he was even here. He spun around, not daring to even look at the woman. If he had kept watching, he might have seen something few people ever do. Kitai watched as the spark of life rekindle in her eyes, as she was given new life.

It was hard to spot, but Kitai had done this enough times to know the difference. This woman had chosen to come back, and she was aware of what had transpired to her. There are subtle differences between bringing someone back and recreating them. The former was more of a continuation from where they were before, while the latter is usually met with confusion and screaming, their last moments being that of their deaths. This person was too calm for that to be true. If only the same could be said for the man who wanted her back.

The first thing she did was place her hand on his shoulder, causing Albin to jolt in shock. The man was turning as white as a ghost, almost looking like he was changing physically. That was all he could take as he bolted towards the door, slamming it behind him. There was a silence after that, one filled with tension. They had both watched him leave, neither bothering to stop the man. He doubted he would go far when the person he wanted back was here. Maybe he needed a breather? Either way, that was not the reaction someone would have when reunited with a good person- and why was he screaming like that?

"If he breaks anything, you're paying for it."

Kitai said before she got a word in edgewise. Other than that, he let her talk, letting him know that his powers could drag people out of Hell, without them being bound to the Chains of Hell. Unless that person was HIM apparently! "You got stuck in the stupid forests? At least you weren't dropped in the ice caves. You betray your boss one time, and apparently you're a traitor for the rest of eternity." He complains at the unfairness of it all. "And I, am Kitai Yoru. Welcome back to the land of the living, and more importantly, my shop. Here's a welcoming present."

A gigai of Cami appears in his hands, dressed in some outfit he saw in a cartoon somewhere. He shoved the gigai at her. "Your trauma victim came here, begging me to bring you back to life. He says he spent weeks trying to find enough of you to bring back, but I can't fathom why, if he was just going to run off and scream in a corner the moment you say five words to him, but hey, everyone is a weirdo in some way." He shrugs his shoulders in a 'what can you do' motion. "So, what did you do to get yourself killed, in Hueco Mundo of all places, Soul Reaper?" He asks, idly curious about her story.

[Camila Adaronde]

Chuckling at the Saika's words, Camila nodded her head. In truth, she didn't fault him for saying something like that; quite the opposite. Though, that reminded her; did her apartment ever get fixed from the one... two... four times it was attacked? She'd have to see. Though, she found herself curious as to whether or not that Bount had still stuck around. That'd have to be the first place she'd hit up after her business was done here.

As Kitai shared his disposition toward the apparent 'ice caves', she couldn't help but sigh. "Fuckin' tell me about it," she chuckled, "Seireitei's not any better, let me tell you that much." In truth, she wanted to forget about the whole thing on that regard. She'd get the opportunity to take that place down first chance she got; though, that was neither here nor there.

Hearing the Hellion's words, and nodding her head, she maintained a soft smile. "'Kitai Yoru', huh? Name sounds... oddly familiar. Have we met before?" She looked to him quizzically, trying to pick apart what she could about his appearance and the way that he carried himself, "I recognize the name from somewhere. Odd. Perhaps I'll be seeing more of you in the future, then." With another simple smile, Cami gladly took the Gigai given to her and threw herself into it.

As she resided within the fake body, now visible to the human world, she chuckled at the Saika's words once more. "Oh, you mean Albin there?" She put a hand to her chin for a moment. "Huh. He must've wanted control that badly... That's certainly an interesting little thought." She chuckled. "Background information; Albin out there is a Hollow. He's resided in my soul for the last... eighty or so years? It's hard to say, in all honesty."

Raising an eyebrow from the Saika's question, Camila sighed softly. "Was looking to take up a position in Las Noches. Met with Mr. Worldwide himself for a day, n' challenged the Right Hand for his position. Shit hit the fan real fuckin' quick, n' I ended up dead shortly thereafter. Still considering vying for one of those spots if I can, even despite what happened." With a laugh, she crossed her arms, still tucking the jacket Kitai had passed her around herself.

"So, what about you? What brings a hellion to some place like here?"

[Kitai Yoru]

"Oh please." He said in regards to the Seireitei bit. "The only way you could say that place is as bad is saying it's a dull purgatory." He had a sneer on his face, not quite agreeing with the reanimated woman. He listened to her speak, eyes widening in shock at the tidbit about the man being a hollow. "Was not expecting that." He commented. Nothing about him screamed hollow, from the lack of a mask, to the eyes being normal... Well, normal-ish, as most people didn't have blood red eyes, present company excluded, of course.

And then Hueco Mundo was brought up. "Waitwaitwait- you wanted to join those nocturnal nerds?" That was too strange to not go into more detail. "Why in the worlds would you want to do that!? They're almost as deranged as Xcution! And twice as annoying with that b@$tard Kouhai bossing around the hollows from his quite literally ivory tower." He was still seething over his last encounter with the man, having thwarted his attempts at getting anything of value from the place.