Unlikely situation [P]

[Jack]

Coming to a stop atop a building Rikyu surveyed his surroundings, his current mission was the night patrol of Karakura town, the first patrol he had performed alone. Though if he were to stay alone was unbeknownst to him. Having just come from the gates his journey had only began with the last light disappearing amongst the buildings and the horizon. Standing next to him another Shinigami of the same Division, his eyes too searched their surroundings “Welcome to Karakura town kid, this is the most surveyed town by the shinigami to-date, with many Hollow’s showing up to devour souls. Keep an eye out, and just take the route I showed you, we’ll meet up on the other side. If trouble rings out and you need me, use the cell.” With that he took off to Rikyu’s right.

Alright, just follow the route and everything should be good. He repeated to himself. Taking a look to his right once more he then bound off in the opposite direction, running the streets and leaping from building to building. His senses were ever alert for any signs of trouble. Though at this point he wasn’t entirely sure what the signs would feel or look like, having been only told he was still unaware what it would actually feel like. Around him slept many humans, completely unaware of his presence or even the dangers that surrounded them in the dark night that shrouded the town completely.

As a human he never knew such a life existed after death, if you could call it a life, but never-the-less it was still a life. It almost made him think of them as ignorant but truly they weren’t, how could they when it wasn’t possible for them to see or know about these things without direct contact with someone who knew. Unsure if that had ever happened though, he still wasn’t sure as to how consider his situation. 7 years ago, he could have been sleeping in any of these houses, walking through these empty streets, though looking at them now; it seemed almost unreal to do so. Shaking the thoughts from his head, his senses returned to his current surroundings.

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[Flementine]

Whistling soothingly, walking about the emptied streets of Karakura towns Flemmy stayed alert to the world about him, it was a first for him to have such a time to himself. After breaking up with Sora life began to wayne, people retreated to their homes, the lights dimmed, silence spread. It wasn't as horrible as it felt, he had always wanted to take a midnight stroll. Had he done this is his past life? Or maybe it was a simple whim of his past being, it brought a slight grimace to his joyful face at the thoughts of the him before death, what type of life did he live when a midnight stroll wouldn't have been possible. He knew he wasn't one to deny his whims, god knows he doesn't like to be bound. He was always curious as to whom his past being was, it was somewhat mood altering. His whistling halted, he drew his hood over his face revealing the dazzling blue butterfly on the back of his hoodie, it almost radiated with light.

It was of the rare things he had liked and would most likely wear numerous times. He had been plucked out of a crowd for a makeover thing early this day, while Sora was still near. He'd treasure the memories, it was a rather fun experience even if this wasn't his true body nor a permanent one. If only you could use the gigai for everything, not just a human suit. His fingers slid across his newly acquired hair, soft and black, tips dyed a faded blue, it was pretty awesome really. They had lengthened his hair using something called an extension, now he could barely look out his left eye without spotting large groups of hair blocking out something. Trying to keep it out of sight was a task he'd passed up long ago, after spending an hour of combing it away.

But he liked the hair, it was another new look to add to his arsenal of appearances. He felt quite human right now, able to interact with them, playing with them, able to act clueless, unafraid, free. Where as his true life was only to kill hollows, to protect them without gratitude or notice. These thoughts swelled his mind, it felt odd for him to thinks in such depths. Was this how it was to take a midnight stroll? You began to think clearly, you could become more in-tune with your natural thoughts. It seemed funny, he usually spent his days playing around, always keeping his mind off everything really, he was the impulsive one in the group, never thinking it through. When you think about it really, it seems so much less.

"Baah, whatever." He shrugged, closing his eyes lightly. He was having more than an ample supply of thoughts, heck, if this went on his creativity meter might get a little faulty. He didn't want that now, and his satisfaction being the only thing of meaning why let it down? He stood still for a minute, resting his eyes and body. In the background silence rang, never ending. Then there was something astir, the shifting of wind, somebody near? He couldn't give up this grand chance to acquaint himself with one more being of the world now could he? His lids released, flinging open as his seemingly glowing blue orbs traveled the ground, nothing there. His eyes scanned back and fourth, raising slowly and slowly. There it was, a shinigami strolling the late night sky. Maybe meeting this someone
couldn't be arranged. He really couldn't fly to the top of a building in a gigai...or could he? He rose his right hand, waving it rigorously at the shinigami and he mouthed the words Hi. So much for trying to fly.

[Jack]

His movements free and unrestricted, he bound from building to building. Unlike most shinigami who tend to come to the human world, division 7 were free to patrol without their gigai as the faults for one rarely outnumbered the uses. Without it, the shinigami could travel the world without the worry of being spotted by humans, if they encounter a hollow time and trouble is saved with having to transfer to a spiritual form and then having to deal with the left over gigai, and another being the unrestricted movement, like this Rikyu could search the town quicker then with one. It was then that movement caught his eye just before a leap to the next building.

He turned to look at the figure down below, his dressing was unusual and from the looks of it, he was waving at Rikyu. Looking behind him he saw nothing back the sky and more building, so the figure was definitely waving at Rikyu, but how could he see him? He wasn’t in a gigai so no human could see him and from his dress he didn’t look like your average shinigami. Coming to the edge of the building Rikyu jumped off the edge, landing close to Flemmy. “Er, hey.” He would casually say before screening over the clothes he wore. “Shinigami?” He asked raising an eyebrow. From his records on the way in, no one had come in recently, that and the gigai lead him to believe a temporary position in Karakura.

Though he hadn’t seen anyone like it before, it had been known for members of other squads to take up a more permanent location unlike the 7th who usually only stayed for short periods of time. If this was the case his curiosity piqued as to the reasoning, although it couldn’t be entirely serious, he was still curious.

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[Flementine]

After a few moments of his waving his hands came to a halt, tired of holding it up he dropped it to his side. If he hadn't been noticed yet there wouldn't be much point going on any longer anyways. But his actions, as usual, roused curiosity and was able to draw his attention. Please let them believe he was friendly, he had only just considered the fact he was dressed so abnormally. but he was in a gigai, why not dress normal, it was like the point in it all. He waited less than a second before the patrollers body left the building, slowly descending to the earth in front of him. Now that was one of the cool thing of being a shinigami, able to stand a ten story drop, could an everyday human do that? No, didn't think so. Of course this had other factors, shinigami could in a sorts bounce off air as if it was ground, he didn't really have the whole basics of this stuff.

As the shinigami's feet brushed the ground he had taken in the man's many features, spoiled was the first thing to come to mind. But that was only brought to mind by the mans light white sheathe, it just screamed royal lineage or something, but that was just one of his more simply thought conclusions, which at best should never be listened to. Instinctively Flemmy shot the man a smile, it came naturally to him to greet with a grin. It made it only seconds before the man had already spat out some questions wrapped around the man's own greeting.

He nodded quickly in reply to man's second comment, apparently he didn't seem as much a shinigami as he should have. He was considering walking around with his zanpakuto all the time now, but the amount that thing would bring is dire. You can only imagine how much attention is draw by a male like himself walking about with a katana, especially when it have a somewhat glowing pink sheathe. That blade was better off invisible. He shifted legs, now resting most of his weight on his right leg as he looked at the new appearance curiously. He must have been on patrol, he had time to stop down here so it wasn't dire either.

A part of a second passed before he felt another compulsion to speak, this silence crap needed to stop drawing him in. Seriousness was a gig he never planned to join. "Sooooo, what's your name?" He questioned, he couldn't help wanting to know. It had been customary to greet people with names first, they had only exchanged helloes. So now, in return for the strangers name flemmy would give his. If he didn't really react to his odd name then he would be the second person this day to tolerate his odd naming. How rare would that be?

[Jack]

Sooooo, what’s your name? Asked the now confirmed shinigami before himself, he wasn’t sure if he should reply or not, not usually paranoid but so far there had been no real reason for this particular shinigami to be in Karakura. Then again, Rikyu wasn’t a captain nor a lieutenant so no one needed to tell him anything, so shrugging to himself he replied in a friendly manner with a smile upon his face. “Shinigami Yasutake, Rikyu of the 7th Division.” With a curt bow he would then continue. “Currently here on a nightly patrol, you’re welcome to come along as I do have to meet up with someone shortly.” He offered, it wasn’t just politeness that made him ask, someone around would give him someone to keep him company, shared between them if he did come there was little chance of them missing anything.

“What about yourself, what’s your name and division?” He asked not to long after announcing himself, “And what about your Zanpakuto, I know it might look a bit odd when you’re in your gigai but you should know these areas can be attacked by hollows at any random time. To be walking around without it seems a bit careless.” He didn’t mean to sound intrusive but he really was curious about what exactly this fellow shinigami was up to, at this time of night, in this town without a Zanpakuto at the least strapped to his side. He himself couldn’t think of much of a reason, specially when you know exactly what’s capable of showing up in this particular area. As a human he hadn’t exactly carried around a katana but back then he didn’t know the dangers.

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[Flementine]

Flemmy felt somewhat paranoid today, questions still buzzing about his head, what was going on around him, who the shinigami was, would they need to split up soon? When he spotted a slight shifting in the man's shoulder he felt a little better, at least he didn't appear to be the only one questioning things. Then the man stated his name and rank, it seemed so serious now, always stating it straight out. Ugh, it didn't matter, just more food for his on coming headache. Who cared though? Nobody probably, his insistent whining might just make people want his headache to evolve. As mean as that seemed he could see that happening, it' be a moment of silence in seiretei. Let's forget this now, so the person in front of him was in the seventh division, so they weren't in the same division as expected. He went by the name Rikyu Yasutake, never heard that name before, clearly not of nobility then.

Well it's nice to meet you Mister seven. He wouldn't really comment that, but he sort of felt it would be fun to say, he was meeting people from just about every division nowadays. That struck him as cool, least he knew people in every group, he could just draw people to him. Next on his list were those humans with powers nearly as good as theirs, they'd be fun to chat with. his eyes rolled off, taking ganders of the abandoned streets. the empty stores. This place could get quite eerie at night time. Finding this man might have been his lucky break, more companions to travel about with.

The gracious shinigami next to him had invited him to join in on a stroll through the town, well a hollow watch really, but it was no difference for him. Hollow weren't very fond of him, he should stay here more, be the super hollow repellant. He nodded to approve the question just in time to be attacked by more questions, a person can only answer so much within a split second. what of his blade, his name, his being, ect. He held up his hand, palm out, looking at him with a blank face. Halt sign to the rescue, Flemmy would be lucky enough if he could answer this man's past question correctly let alone anymore he felt like adding.

Apparently he was done though, well it was the little chance he had for comment. "Flemmy of Division three, nice ta meet you." He rolled out his hand kindly in greeting, it was one of his most common ways of greeting. He took a smidgen of a second to recall other questions, most sounded right on the mark, hopefully they were. " Ah well. A gigai is really useless when fighting a hollow so why would I need a weapon? Once I resume my spiritual form my katana will be visible, an I came here to save my friend from close death, i felt like talkin a walk after that was done n' over." Hopefully that covered it, he added a cute smile as he shut his lips. Then he just remembered, would he have to leave his nice gigai for the surveillance? Naw, he'd make up something incredibly lame brained yet unable to be rejected, he adored the feel of the hoodie he had just gotten, soft and warm, we never got silk in Seiretei. Human world for the win, the place of soft creations!

He really didn't feel like following up the day by having to leave his pretty new body, which he would, in do time, copy onto his own image. He began to slowly rock back on the heel of his sneakers, they weren't anything special, looked sort of like patchwork with a multitude of colors in it. Then his pants were everyday black skinnies, he wanted boots really bad all of a sudden, black boots would blend into his new look well. Another thing to do, he would seriously need to start working his but off for more of this stuff, he almost wanted o thank the gods for the fact he can sow with incredible skill. Yes, he was able to make most any article of clothing he wanted with the proper material. But that would be put off until his home coming, he didn't know how to make boots sadly. So what would the other shinigami to say?

[Jack]

“Division 3, the Intelligence division, interesting.” He marvelled out loud. “’Tis a pleasure to meet you, Flemmy.” Meeting people of different divisions was still a-new to him, his knowledge still lacking as to the more detailed subjects of each division, only know the basic use for them. On occasion though he had come across information regarding the different squads as part of the gotei 13, and his own being an exception to his lack of knowledge. Shaking his head lightly his held out a hand politely indicating the way of his travel before slowly walking in that direction. The stranger had fair reason not to be travelling with their Zanpakuto and he had never really thought about it that way before, his own experience in a gigai just as raw as his experience fighting hollows. Sighing quietly to himself his movements carried him on while his thoughts processed what he was being told.

“So, by the look of it everything turned out alright with your friend.” More an observation then a question, to take a walk though rather then comfort their friend or tend to other matters seemingly more important than a general stroll through the streets stirred up curiosity in Rikyu. If it were himself that’s what he would have done, helped out or comforted the person rather than tend to a sudden urge to walk, at the least he would walk with them. In the distance not too far ahead lay Rikyu’s destination, and his ranking officer waiting for him, not wanting to rush the man he kept his mouth shut, but kept walking.

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[Flementine]

Whewt, I do get to stay in my gigai! With a few words of meeting he had nodded and pointed him towards the direction in which they were to travel. Flemmy went after him as the man began to travel in that direction, this was probably the daily route of patrol, being in the information division he really didn't bother going out to hunt hollows very often. Which could say much about his battle abilities, a shinigami whom has yet to do battle with a hollow, he wasn't the first at least. well this was great, now he felt it'd be only fair if he could cut down something himself, maybe the syrum....No, that would be a waste and probably get himself killed in the mix. The shinigami ahead wouldn't appreciate that now would he?

Rwaaaa A slow noise was hissing in his ears with every step, sounded weird, monstrous really. He froze mid step, his eyes flickering around the area, "Did you hear that?" He muttered through the other shinigami's words, knowing he wasn't going looney was much more valuable than common chit chat. They could mingle words later, but he knew that his wish, as usual, was probably coming to bite him in the bottom. Here it came, quick, he could feel it coming, it was quite reckless though. So much for a sneak tactic, the clanging of metal really kept this Hollow quite discrete.

Whether his friend had sensed it yet, Flemmy could feel it very clearly. "Poo, I didn't really mean it!!" In the corner of the street there it was, the glowing white of a mask, hidden within the shadows of the buildings. Did it really think it could hide with a white mask or...Then the or came a kicked him in the nads. Well we found out something, pay more attention when walking. There it was, holding up a spirit like a treasure, his late night snack. That couldn't be let by though, his body collapsed to the floor almost instantly. A blur shadowy whisked through the sky nearly invisible, using a shunpo to appear instantly on the hollow's hand, bent down his knees in front of his face.

Behind him the soul screamed and cried, yelping for mercy, which until now had been quite mute. thanks for letting us know so soon. If his friend hadn't moved by then he would greet it with his silly grin, while waving a finger, "This is a no no." Which honestly was probably the most disturbing sight to date, a filly boy was sitting on a giant sickly black creature with a mask shaking his finger as if it was a child, along with the fact said person had glowing pink hair and dazzling yellow eyes. What a threatening image, the hollow would probably burst into fits of joy before attacking.

[Flementine]

Whatever his lovely acquaintance was doing, he must have been dazed or something, Flemmy couldn't stand by and await his friends shock recovery. The hollow didn't really appear to be patient, he was becoming late for din din. Flemmy gave the woman a confident smile, but within those seconds a hand enclosed around him and squeezed. As the hand drew in Flemmy used shunpo to escape his grasp, arriving further up a few inches forward above its head.The woman released an ear blowing cry, tears drowning her face, eyes wide in fear, skin pale and wet. Above though, on the top of the hollows head was Flemmy now, watching with interest.

This was a great damsel in distress moment, the daring night was missing though, sadly Flemmy wasn't in fancy armor and glittering. "Bah," he let out a short sigh alerting the hollow to the man above it. But with nowhere near enough time as his blade was brought down, digging into the hand that attempted to shield his mask which he could hear break. But alas flem's attempt wasn't as quick as it was plotted out, as the hand slung out at the last moment launching Flemmy across the sky.

The hollow was long dead though, his blade had done a finisher, the rebound due to reflexes was just due to the fact the body wasn't processed as dead yet nor had it's body deteriorate. Sadly flemmy's body was still being launched away, and he wasn't able to balance himself enough to stop mid air. His body twisted and turned in the air, you'd think he had been pimp slapped across the town by a those really big hollow thingies, their names were a loss right now.

But on his face was a shockingly happy face, he moved himself into a sitting position as he flew, plopping a straw into his mouth which was connected to a juice box. Blasting off wasn't going to stop his thirst. He watched as his distance grew, waving lazily, "Baiiiii!"

[Been a week since you posted, considering the event, if you want to to go on we'll continue it in the event thread ]