Ring of Roses [PG-13, DP, Medium]

[Shōkan Kawada Ⅺ]

Name: [Ring of Roses]

Participants: [Non-Vandreich HWD and Shinigami]

Location: [Karakura Town]

Difficulty Level: [Medium]

Setting: [DP]

Plotline: [In the streets of Karakura Town, citizens are dropping left and right. Ill, they are lethargic and seem drained. This mysterious illness has become exceedingly cntagious and is on the verge of becoming a plague, already there have been dozens of deaths. Medical professionals are stumped, other than extreme exhaustion, these people are in perfect health. They seem to be fine, if very pale and tired, until one day they drift off in their sleep. The spiritual community of the town has launched an investigation, offering a reward for any who can aid in it. Meanwhile, the Shinigami of the Gotei 13 have also taken notice. The origin of the illness is obviously spiritual in nature. It would not be unlikely of them to send a shinigami or two to their own investigation. Steeped in conspiracy and mystery, prepare to face a daunting foe whose cunning just might consume you...]

Estimated Enemy Strength: [Scaled to participants]

Estimated Time Until Completion: [5-6 Pages]

Starts: [As soon as participants have assembled]

Special Conditions: [None]

[Arantima Kawada]

Joining Up with Arantima. Taking him out into the world.

[Impossible]

Guess I'll join. Better be fun.

[Shōkan Kawada Ⅺ]

A sense of foreboding had hung over Karakura Town for the past several weeks. People walked to place to place with an aura of fear and paranoia. People were gloomy, and depressed, and overall it was not a happy place. The cause? Over the past month, a mysterious illness has taken hold of the town. The symptoms: Victims would get fatigued, tired all of the time, they had the haunted look of those with a terminal illness, like cancer, as if the very life is being sucked out of them. Their eyes were red and raw, and they seemed bereft of all energy.

Other than the obvious that something was wrong, medical professionals were clueless. They ran countless tests, over and over again, but physically, there was nothing WRONG with their patients. It was almost as if they were all suffering from a powerful placebo effect. They would be like that for a week or two, depending on how healthy they were to start, and then one day, they would go to sleep... And simply not wake up again, Ever. Even the spiritual community of the town was at a loss.

It was clear that whatever was affecting their citizens was of spiritual origin, but other than that, they couldn't tell. None among them had any sort of knowledge of the intricacies of the soul. With this in mind, and the ever more dire and pressing need to find a cure, they asked for help in any way they could. In the World of the Living, they sent out a request in every back channel for the supernatural there was. Offering payment for anyone who could help them. This was not the extent of their need however.

So dire was it, that they even asked for aid from the aloof Soul Society. More specifically, Squad's 12 and 4, after all, if anyone could help them, wouldn't it be the famed gods of death? However, The Gotei 13 either misunderstood the message, or deemed it unimportant, and instead sent a pair of shinigami, one from squad 10, and the other of Squad 7. The team leader was Tsukiyomi Kawada. For the shinigami, their adventure starts inside Karakura Town, their spirits hidden inside their recently acquired gigai, the two had a number of ways to begin.

~They could go to the Supernatural Council governing this part of the region, and the ones that had sent out the request signal.

~They could search out victims of this plague, and diagnose them as they would.

~Additionally, the two being spiritual beings themselves, would be able to feel an intense wrongness about the place, however, seeing as neither had any skill in energy sensing, they could only guess as to the source.

Along with the two shinigami, a certain Human World Dweller had answered the call cast out by the spiritual citizens of Karakura Town. It seemed that the failure Impossible, of Uzaki Enterprises had decided to lend what aid he could to these people's misfortune. His options were similar to that of the shinigami, he could go see the Town COuncil, check out some victims, or do whatever he thought was best. It should be noted however, that impossible was able to detect something else about the place that the shinigami couldn't, it felt like the aura of wrogness was one thing as if was the effects of a person or persons.

[Impossible]

Impo had never seen himself as a patient man, unable to keep himself calm in situations that needed a more delicate touch, lest he find himself attacked. He refused to change how he acted, doing as he pleased, regardless of the consequences. If someone stood in his way, he wouldn't ask them nicely to move, nor would he threaten them. He would keep on moving, as he moved then to the side himself, taking the most direct route. But compared to his teacher, his senior in the madhouse that was known as Uzaki Enterprises, he was the most calm and caring of saints.

Impo watched from the side in one of UE's training rooms, as Kitai beat the everloving piss out of a sparing robot he had been designing for the past few months. It was currently dressed with a comedic resemblance to a Shinigami he had described awhile back, and he only knew about that bit of information, because Kitai complained at him whenever he had an audience. The fight wasn't even fair, as Kitai kicked, and punched, and smashed the robot into the walls of the room. All the while, he was yelling curses at the machine, laughing at it as it screamed out in pain, as he programed it to.

"DIE YOU HERETIC PIECE OF S**T MOTHER F**KING WHORE SON OF A B***H!" Kitai roared out, as he punched the robot doll to the ceiling. He leapt up, twisting in mid air, landing on the tiled ceiling feet first, a split second before his creation. He followed up his first strike with another punch to its skull, sending it back down again. Falling slightly, twisting yet again, he slammed his hands into the tiles above him, denting the metal, as he threw himself down towards the metal humanoid. As the body smashed into the ground, Kitai's foot hit it, and crushed its torso completely.

Kitai was panting hard, with his maniac smile threatening to slip into a frown. That is, until Impo made his presence known again by not so subtly coughing into his balled up fist. The failure was an oddity of a person in mere appearance alone. His hair looked as if it were floating in a pool of water, and was even whiter than the walls of the training room, with patches of blue littered in it, both of which glowed. His skin was just as glowing white, beating Kitai in terms of paleness, with random spots on his skin glowing red. His right eye was a solid glowing royal purple, with no pupil or iris.

His left eye was reminiscent to that of a hollow, with a glowing black sclera, a radioactive green iris, and a pure white pupil. He was currently wearing a black, short sleeve shirt with lagged lines wrapping around the sides of his ribs, that connected to a white oval that had a black T through the middle of it. His pants were black skinny jeans, and his shoes were sneakers of an equal shade. He had taken slightly after Kitai's color palette. "So, why exactly did I have to watch you stomp a mud hole into that thing's a$$ h#*% that you dressed up your boyfriend again?" Impo suddenly had to use his flood to redirect a flying shard of metal on course for his face.

The failure eyed the robot piece that was embedded into the wall next to him. He returned his focus back to Kitai, not having moved from his cross-armed position against the wall, looking slightly pissed, as the blue in his hair was quickly replaced with a burning red. His body gained more red patches. Kitai chuckled at him, as the human wiped the sweat off his face with the sleeve of his straitjacket. "You, my glowing little b******d, are here because you have an assignment. Heheheheeh."" Impo wanted to know why that sounded so bad, when he reminded himself that it was Kitai.

The fullbringer stood straight up from his formerly hunched position, and kicked the robot at his glowing student. Impo responded in kind, as he used his flood to send the scrap back at Kitai, who wasn't using his full strength to knock the thing around. Impo was getting more and more red. "Hahahaha! I know you're noticed you lazy ghost!" Kitai laughed, as he punched the bot back at the unmoving Impo, who simply threw the device back at Kitai. "The nights are darker and the light of day is shrouded by the looming hand of death." Kitai kicked the robot back, while Impo increased the range of his flood.

"Hehehehe, people are dying left and right, falling into their eternal slumber. Like you, it isn't natural." Impo returned the bot back, this time, sending out a literal wave of his red reiatsu towards Kitai, forcing him to dodge backwards. Impo's skin and hair were crimson red, and he wore an angry snarl upon his face. "GET TO THE POINT JACK A$$ SO I CAN SHUT YOU UP!" While it wasn't the hardest thing to do in the world, Kitai loved pissing off his student, especially to the point where there was no more white left on his skin. That's how you knew he was truly well and pissed.

Kitai suddenly appeared next to Impo with a blade to his student's neck, snapping the failure out of his rage, returning the pale white to the majority of his skin and hair as he turned to his teacher. "The point, glow box, is that you're going out to look for the source with the other members of UE, along with whatever wastes of space those Heretics send out." He wasn't given an option on the matter, it was either do or die, and Kitai was sure to follow though with his loosely veiled threat, as far as the failure knew.

Impo only gave the man his best glare, and considering the condition of his eyes, that was a d**m good one. "Fine!" Impo said simply, as he walked over towards the elevator, while Kitai removed his blade from his student's neck. Kitai looked towards the failure, as he left, not even holding the elevator for him. Kitai returned his gaze towards the absolutely decimated robot shinigami. Its head was missing from its shoulders, instead finding a nice home thirty feet to the side, and the torso was making its best impression of a pancake. The arms and legs were in so many pieces, he couldn't even count them all. The madman chuckled to himself. "Hhehehehe, like I'm wasting my time with the grunt work while I still have to fix this s**t stain."Kitai said, as he took what was left of the robot and returned to his labs.


Impo was still glowing red, as he marched out of the office building onto the streets of Karakura. Kitai always knew how to get under his skin, no matter how he tried to ignore the albino, he just couldn't stop himself from getting mad. "New goal, get strong enough to kill Kitai. Second goal, kill Kitai.." Impo said darkly to himself. Impo sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he walked down the sidewalk. His eyes wandered, admitting reluctantly to himself that the madman, and sometimes woman, was right about the current events in town. Death loomed overhead, and it wouldn't go away.

There were fewer people outside of the usual rush hours, when people were scrambling about to get to their jobs. The regular humans were growing scared, not risking their health for a nice night on the town. Instead they chose to use that time to spend what could be their last hours with the ones they love. Those who had no one simply hid from the outside world the best they could, trying their hardest to keep the reaper at bay a while longer, so they didn't have to dishonor their families with such a sad and pathetic death, as did the others before them.

Impo's body gained more red patches, even as his hair grew blue. Kitai was starting to rub off on him, and he sure didn't want that stench on him. The failure shook his head in an attempt to clear out the clutter. Impo spotted a group of four walking towards him. There were three girls and one guy, all looking around his own age of seventeen, give or take a year anyway, still dressed in their school uniforms. The four had been chatting up a storm, talking about whatever stupid things teenagers talked about. That is, till one of the girls froze in place upon seeing the glowing man, merely pointing at him with a frightened and dumbfounded expression on her face.

The others quickly noticed, and stopped where they were and decided that the best way to handle the ever approaching failure was to just stand there like f**king idiots, gaping at him like a fish. Impo's body didn't get any redder, but his hair quickly lost its blue, swapping for the more angry color. Unlike those four ahead of him, he didn't stop for a group of brainless watchers. He knew that they probably thought he had something to do with the current plague, but for the life of him, he really couldn't find it in him to care.

He was fifteen feet away from them now, and had already made his flood form a dome around him, occupying everything. Ten feet in front of him, behind him, and above him was an angry burning red flood, that always mimicked the color of his hair. The four before him were unable to see that however, only seeing the failure in all his burning glory. He was thirteen feet away when they finally did something. They ran away, trying their best to flee. Two of the girls, the farthest back, ran towards the way they came, turning around once they got twenty feet away.

The guy of the group tossed his briefcase-looking backpack at the failure, and did the same as the two girls. This annoyed Impo. Throwing things was just rude. The moment the Japanese-style backpack touched his flood, it was the failure's to control. Inside his flood, the leather book holder flew around in the flood at a speed of 5000. It skimmed the outermost edge of the reiatsu, at was launched back at the human. It wizzed over his shoulder, hitting him slightly at the same pace the teen has thrown it, giving the human the chance to get it back.

The last girl though, the pointing one, decided to prove her lacking intellect, and ran towards the street, gaining a tunnel vision for the next sidewalk over. By the time she noticed the car heading straight for her, it was already too late for her to do anything more. Good thing there was plenty that a certain failure could do. Her eyes were wide, as the car screeched to a halt, skidding in a desperate attempt to stop before it hit the young girl, with her friends yelling for her. Impo had already sent a vine of his flood to the girl.

In the next instant, the girl would find herself running alongside her three friends, no longer in the street about to be run over. She tripped over herself at the sudden shift, and hit the concrete of the sidewalk. The pain of some scrapes snapped her out of her confusion. Her friends helped pick her up, as they managed to get away, with only the one girl looking back at the still walking Impo. His now blue flood was returning to its owner from its previously outstretched position. A ropes worth of blue reiatsu had been where the front of the car was, while another similar strand was twenty feet before him, where the teens had once been.

Impo hadn't once broken out of his stride. His hair held patches of a nice shade of icy blue, but his body held many light yellow spots, indicating his relief that the girl hadn't been hit. That would have ruined so many people's days. Sighing that he had averted at least one crisis, he began using his energy sensing skills to search for anything of note. He had a good enough ability to tell the races of others, and even see ever so slightly into their souls, enough to know a tiny bit about them anyway. Now, where the h*ll would I be if I were a plague spreading a$$ h*le?" He pondered aloud and he continued walking.

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{My crap, now read it}[Strength - (75-.25%) 56 points
Speed - (100-.25%) 75
Spiritual Pressure - 100 points
Reiatsu Strength - 450 points
Light Aura - 100
Dark Aura - 0 Points
Instinct - (150+50%) 225 points
Senses - (100+50%) 150 points
Energy sensory - (100+.5%) 150 points
Healing Expertise - 0 points]


[Analyzing ] {1}
[Lack of Fear] {1}
[Strength of Will] {1}
[Battle Analysis] {1}
[Learning] {1}
[Mental incantation] {1}
[Calm mind] {1}

[Tsukuyomi Kawada]

The Senkaimon gate opened shining the bright white light that was the other side of dimensions onto the human world. From that light stepped out Tsukuyomi Kawada and Arantima Aoire. Tsukuyomi had been told by his Captain that there was something bad happening in the human world right now. These seemed to be some kind of strange illness that was spreading around and causing humans to die in their sleep. So far they hadn't been able to find a cure or a cause for why it was all happening.

She had given him the assignment whether it was her divisions area of enforcement or not that she had been the one to issue the assignment was something that he couldn't ignore. He knew that if she was sending him out to the world of the living then it was something serious. She warned him though that whatever was causing this was more than likely spiritual in nature and that it perhaps was a Hollow. She had seen the creatures do far more than this so it was more than likely this was being done at the hands of one of them.

On this assignment with him was some new recruit to division ten by the name of Arantima Aoire. Tsukuyomi had pulled up some paper work on the individual shortly prior to meeting up with him at the gate. It seemed that aside from recently graduating from the academy the only thing note worthy of this Shinigami was that he was far to . . . weak. Perhaps he was vastly intelligent? Tsukuyomi didn't know however if it came down to facing a Hollow he wasn't going to expect much from this guy.

So now as they both stepped out of the gate Tsukuyomi looked around the area. At the moment it seemed that they had arrived on a side walk. Tsukuyomi spent enough time in this town though seeing Vesta that he knew the location. "Alright I think it best that we meet up with the council that sent us the message. Find out what they know then look over the remains of the dead." Tsukuyomi spoke looking back at Arantima for a moment. He wasn't really asking his opinion just stating what was going to happen. So he started to walk down the street until he'd get to the location.

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{Stats & Skills}
Strength: 75 (56)
Speed: 265 (358)
Spiritual Pressure: 265 (358)
Reiatsu Strength: 80(60)
Light Aura: 50 Points
Dark Aura: 50 Points
Instinct: 200
Senses: 150
Energy Sensory: 0
Healing Expertise: 0

Movement: {2}
Calm Mind: {2}
Weapon*Swords: {2}
Weapon*Chains: {2}
Battle Analysis: {2}
Battle Focus: {2}
Acrobatics: {2}

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima steps through just after Tsukuyomi, Giving a Gentle blown kiss to the Hell butterflies as they flutter back into the gate behind them. He looks around the area and nods for a moment as he looks up to the sky, taking it all in with his newer Senses. The sky in the human world was so much different than it was in the world of the Seireitei, almost more beautiful. He keeps his hands in his pockets for the most part as he brings his gaze around His surroundings. getting himself accilamted to the World of the living.

He had been handed a missive back in his own squads barracks, telling him that he was to meet a Shinigami from Squad 7 at the Senkaimon. He Read further on and discovered that he was being sent on this mission as a Bodyguard of sorts, which made enough sense to Arantima. That is only until he read the full name of the Shinigami that he was to be Guarding, Tsukuyomi Kawada. He Looked at the missive for a long and hard moment before understanding, The Kawada's Never truly needed a Guard but they did need to ensure that the Seireitei's presence wasn't made to look small.

He Looked around the area as Tsukuyomi Spoke, looking on as the man spoke to him in such a manner and let out a soft and amused scoff before following Tsukuyomi's footfalls. He Was Silent, as he was usually but he had heard all he needed from Tsukuyomi's first words that he had spoken to Arantima. He knew that Tsukuyomi was not about to listen to anything Arantima spoke, not really. Tsukuyomi might give him a sound of acknowledgement but he didn't seem the type to truly listen to someone until they proved themselves.

Arantima wasn't bothered by this in the slightest, and actually he almost had expected it ever since he had read the name. A Kawada is not an easy name to hold and being a Kawada was something that meant strength. He Expected that a Kawada would need to have something proven to them before they would see you as a person. Arantima had been training with Shokan kawada recently and learned a lot about that Strength and that prestige. He Looks at Tsukuyomi from behind, not an intense gaze by any stretch of the meaning.

The only thing in his mind was trying to find where this Kawada's power lay, was he strong like Shokan? Was he fast like his Captain? Was he a Master of Kido? Tsukuyomi didn't give anything off at a first glance, the onyl thing that was certain was that he was a Kawada. The way he walked and the way he moved didn't give away much, other than the usual knowledge that he was more powerful than himself, at least for now, at least for now. Arantima saw the glance Tsukuyomi had given him as they exited the Senkaimon and knew what it had meant, knew that he saw the weakness that Arantima wore like a royal robe, but what no one could see was his hidden strength.

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{Stats}
Strength - [175] Points - 43 Sealed - 525 Unsealed
Speed - [125] Points - 41 sealed - 125 Unsealed
Spiritual Pressure - [125] Points - 41 Sealed - 375 Unsealed
Reiatsu Strength - [75] Points - 25 Sealed - 75 Unsealed
Light Aura - [50] Points
Instinct - [150] Points - 50 Sealed - 150 Unsealed
Senses - [150] Points - 50 Sealed - 150 Unsealed
Energy sensory - [0] Points
Healing Expertise - [0] Points

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{Skills}
[Calm Mind] {1}
[Strength of Will] {2}
[Martial Arts (Hakuda)] {1}
[Pain Tolerance] {2}
[Bleeding Tolerance] {2}
[Anti-Stealth] {1}
[Memory] {1}
[Weapons - Way of the Winding Dragon (Dual Sword Style)] {2}
[Crafting] {2}

[Shōkan Kawada Ⅺ]

As the multi-colored failure traveled along the streets, aimlessly searching for clues, he would recieve a call on his phone. Upon answering, or listening to the voice mail, he would hear the voice of his beloved mentor. "Hey Dips%&#t, I TOLD you to go check out neighborhood council! They're the f&%*kers that hired us in the first place. I know I told you, didn't I? I'm pretty sure I did..." His voice would trail off as he lost interest and left the phone. Of course, Impossible should probably do as his mentor said, he wasn't making a lot of progress out there.

When he reached the council HQ, a stately, if old, manor in one of the nicer neighborhoods in Karakura town, Impossible would see a flurry of activity inside. Where the rest of the town had been depressing and gloomy, this place at least had energy, people rushing to and frow, carrying papers and messages. It appeared that the council was working hard to try and find a solution, but hadn't had much luck. Of course, that was why they had contacted UE, that was why Impossible was here.

After he went inside, it was rather hard not to... Notice Impossible, upon explaining his identity to the receptionist sitting at the counter, Impossible would be lead to a medium sized room, with a desk and several sitting chairs. Behind the desk was a woan with blond hair, and a pretty smile. With his energy sensory, Impossible would easily be able to determine her race was that of a bount, although she was a fairly weak one. She seemed to be very organized, a name card on her desk said "President Schulz".

The woman rose up to meet Impossible. She was rather beautiful, with dazzling white teeth. "Hello, Impossible is it? A pleasure to make your acquaintance" She reached out to shake his hand, "I have to say, it's quite a relief to recieve some assistance, we don't know how to handle something of this magnitude. Generally all we do is maintain a registry of all spiritual beings in the area, keep the media off of unusual circumstances, things like that, this is a little out of our league if you will."

Before she could continue, they would recieve some visitors.

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As Tsukiyomi and Arantima entered the spacious manor, they would be immediately spotted and given attention. Everyone in the building was at the least spiritually aware, if not spiritual beings themselves. Immediately recognizing the two as officers of the famed Thirteen Court Guard Squads, they would be met by nervous employees. It would be similar to the FBI, or CIA going to a small town, these people were a bit overawed. They would be quickly ushered to the Madam Presidents office.

Upon entering, they would see Impossible, as well as the President. Again, the President would greet her visitors. She was a bit less overawed than her employees, she seemed to have more experience and compusure. "`Let me say how grateful we are for your assistance, all of you" Giving Impossible a grateful glance. "My name is Charlotte Schulz, and I am the President of the town's spiritual council. We have been at a loss for how to stop this illness that has taken a hold of the area."

"From what we have been able to gather, it is definitely spiritual in origin. It appears to simply drain the victims spiritual energy away bit by bit until they die. It's fairly painless, but especially dangerous to children and the elderly. Also, t should warn you, the more spiritual energy an individual possesses, the more virulent it becomes. It takes much longer to work through a persons system, but it's also more painful. Although, we have found that release postpones the illnesses effects for a short while."

She gave them a sorrowful look, "That's all we have presently, I wish we could give you more" She said despondently, "We have some of the victims in a hospital ehind the mano if you'd like to talk to them. If you eed anything, please ask myself or any of the people around here, we all are happ to help... Many of us have lost friends and family already" Charlotte said sadly. If none of the players had any questions, she would see them out of her office and get back to work.

Now the players had a few options, the could talk and team up, or go their own ways, obviously the two shinigami were most likely going to stick together, as their orders said so, but would they accept the young failures assistance?

The infirmary didn't have a lot to offer, not that they didn't already know. However, Impossible would gain some useful information. Wih such a concentration of victims, he would be able to better sense the energy behind the illness. If he focused, he would be able to faintly feel some other large concentrations to the North and East of their location. Two different areas. Now that he had the 'feel' for it so to speak, he should be able to track the information to these two areas.

Of course, they could also question some of the victims, they might hve some useful information if the characters compared notes between the victims. They simply had to ask the right questions.

[Arantima Kawada]

Arantima Looks around the hall for a good long moment as he sees these people who seem almost nervous as his and Tsukiyomi's presence. He Smirks softly, keeping his hands in his pockets as he walks behind Tsukiyomi a fair distance. He Nods once to the president as she begins to speak, listening intently to her explanation and briefing on the situation, knowing that those with higher spiritual energy are put under more  stress and pain, though survive longer is something that distresses Arantima slightly. He Exists as both one with low energy and one with immensely high potential energy at once, and the only respite from the potential danger is that release staves it off if only slightly.

"i Will be in the hospital, looking over some of the patients.. If I am understanding correctly there have already been several deaths. I Would Like a Record of When the first Recorded infection was noticed and the time until death.. I understand that the time until Death fluctuates between victims as their spiritual energy is different but i would like an approximation of the expected time of death for the average spiritually aware human in this report as well. It is rather important." He doesn't take his hands out of his pockets as he speaks, laid back and relaxed as seems to be his only method of existing outside of combat and training.

He looks over to Tsukiyomi and gives a gentle Nod "I Will not be far of course, I do need to inspect this illness up close and personally. As I am the weaker of the two of us it would also be safer if I went in as I will cause less of a disturbance should the affliction react to Ambient Spiritual energy as well as the victims." He Nods once more to Tsukiyomi before turning lackadaisically with a wide swing of the leg that is not in contact with the ground before stepping off towards the exit and around the manor to try and find the hospital.

A Few thoughts buzzed around in his head If i am infected, i can always utilize my release.. in my case it will be doubly as effective in prolonging my life span until I can get to squad 4.. But if Tsukiyomi is infected he seems the type to be serious enough about a fight to not back down and retreat.. And.. Even I can't be certain of myself when I release.. I have all of Thirty seconds before My rage engulfs me.. And then there are precious few moments of lucidity during it. He lets out a gentle sigh as he strides towards the Hospital around the back of the manor.

When he is inside the manor he keeps himself at swords length from the paitients at all times when at all possible, and as far as possible from them otherwise. He Talks to each of them with a warm smile on his face, being a genuine person with each of them not talking to them about their pain or illness first, finding out their names and their age, how their last meal tasted and little things that make people feel less anxious about their predicaments, however he does sigh and nod once before asking them all a serious question "What were you doing when you first started to feel the symptoms? And Where were you?

[Impossible]

As he was walking, generally amused by the antics of those around him, his phone went off. It started singing 'psycho, go go go', over and over. This is how he knew that Kitai had taken it upon himself to annoy the human, and not a failure. And as soon as the ringing started, it stopped. Because Impo clicked it off while it was still in his pocket. Sighing in relief, the glowing man continued on his way. Then the music started playing again. Impo Chuckled a little bit at how instant the call was from the last one. He dug into his pocket, and pulled the loud device out.

Holding it a ways from his head, he clicked the talk button. He immediately heard the loud, grating, and obnoxious voice of Kitai, cursing him out, as he regularly did to... pretty much everyone aside from his boss, and even then there was little respect held between the two. Filtering out all the useless bits of Kitai's rant, he gleaned a location out of the man on where to go. Then Impo returned fire. "No, you didn't tell me Jack s%#t! If you had, I might have found something already you S#*$ spewing fire hydrant!" He elegantly told the insane fullbringer, sending the two off into a verbal battle of 'wits'.

Heading to the place his 'teacher' told him to go wasn't very hard, since he had been heading there in the first place. From the outside, it seemed ordinary enough, but like most things in this f**ked up city, it was just a ruse. He could feel all the people inside, each of varying strengths and races. Walking into the older manor, he could feel the atmosphere change instantly. The dark death looming over everyone's heads was put on the back burner in here. No one was sitting still, they didn't have the time to. Moving back and forth, going all over the place, it felt like he walked straight into a bee's nest.

He strode over towards the counter, not content with moving at a slower pace than the others. And there was the Queen bee herself. He looked at the woman behind the desk. A woman hard at work, going through papers, answering phone calls, and wearing herself out in order to play her part in stopping this mess. She was a lovely woman, looking to be in her early thirties, though he instantly knew that was a lie. This woman was a spiritual being. Those that were gifted with such powers were almost never as they appeared to look. On top of that, this woman was a bount.

She might have been a lovely woman, with an equally lovely smile, which she gave him as she noticed his approach, something that he returned, looking a little forced, but he knew the truth about this woman; she was a killer. He spotted the name plaque as soon as he saw her, taking great care to avoid and ignore the people around him, and their cautious stares. He hated when people looked at him like that. But yes, this woman was as dangerous to the humans to this community as this plague was. How often had she used her charms to seduce another just to drain them of their lives, just to maintain her own? He doubted her body count was any less than fifty.

Still, parts of his body glowed a deep crimson, while his hair glowed a cool blue, even as she gave her greetings, and as she offered her hand. He took it with no hesitation. His teacher had an even higher body count in hollows alone, taking care to eat them, as to keep their souls from fading away. He could live with shaking the hand of a killer. She went on to talk about their situation, avoiding the subject of victims, only talking about their primary job of counting heads, and keeping names. Whether they kept a registry of recorded powers was an interesting thought, but was likely just a thought. If it wasn't, then they would have most certainly killed off by now, with how weak they all were.

However, before either of them could continue, the front door open in a dramatic fashion, turning heads and slowing progress with everyone rubbernecking at the sight of two shinigami entering the building. Shinigami were rare to see when they weren't patrolling or fighting, at least to those who weren't being attacked or hunted by them, keeping almost entirely to themselves. Impo had met a few awhile back, but neither of the two were those he had met. The two stood out like a hollow in a deli mart in their mostly matching uniforms.

The two approached the human(failure) and the bount, looking strictly business, as they should. Impo had a fairly high level of skill with his energy sensory, meaning that he was able to pick up their basic personality traits if he wanted to. But he didn't. He tore his eyes away from the two, knowing how he felt about staring, and giving them the same respect as he would want. The president continued on, explaining the situation in greater detail now that the two soul reapers were present. Whatever, at least they could skip the small talk.

Blah blah blah, she told them what little she knew about the slow as f&*k plague, and then she took them to the room with the patients. The shinigami went off to do their own thing, talking to the dying people. Impo simply stood by the doorway, feeling the ill souls of those in the room. He could 'see' what was attacking them. It took a lot of focus, but he could feel a presence inside them, coiling around their souls, and draining it into nothing. It was sickening. It also shared the same signature with two 'something's a ways away from him.

And after he felt that, he decided to wait for the shinigami to finish up their questioning. Impossible was not a coward. He really wasn't. But with something like this going on, he'd rather be in a group that could help fight. He was more of a support type in battle, but was still very able in combat. Once the two were done, and walking towards the door, he'd approach them. "I can sense two large locations with the same stuff that's eating these people alive. I can show you if you do most of the fighting if it comes up." He told them outright, not one to beat around the bush. He just wanted to get this over with so he could go home and do something fun with his time. Was that so much to ask?