[Event] The Empty Deserve No Empathy

[Neliel]

THE CREST OF THE CHURCH UPON THEIR CHEST

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PROUD NOMAD OF THE PAST

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The large wooden shack that stood as a temple stood overhead, looming out from amongst the forest which would surround it. All in all, it was a very serene and peaceful location, as a man sprawled out across the steps of the temple slept. Moving very little, his sleep was interrupted by only a single hiccup, which caught him by surprise as he woke himself out of his sleep. Pulling himself forward, the man's cloaked features motioned himself into a sitting position, letting a large yawn escape his lips. The man's features may have been shrouded by the dirtied white robes which now resembled a mottled greyish hue, but the most noticeable feature was the pendant that hung from his neck in the shape of a crux. Yes, this man seemed to be a religious individual, that much was certain. While his particular faith seemed out of place in an area of Shinto and Buddhist faiths, here he was.

A small noise alerted the man to someone nearby, as his face rose, the light from the sunlight streaming through the trees briefly illuminating the features of his face, his warm umber eyes and overall masculine face watched the source of the noise scurry across the forest floor. Nothing more than a hungry squirrel foraging for its next meal. But even so, the man's eyes remained focused on the spot from where the squirrel had appeared. Clearing his throat, the man's gruff voice shouted out in the general direction

"Come out, I know you're there..."

As if through a psychic connection, several figures,. robed in white robes much like the man. However, unlike the man perched at the temple's stoop, the group had kept their robes in pristine condition, each individual possessing the same silver crosses hanging around their neck. Seven of them surrounded the single man, isolating him from any chance of escape. One of them stepped forward closer, holding up what seemed to be a scroll. Speaking in an authoritative voice void of any pleasure, but focused purely on business, directed his vocals to the man who appeared naught more than a beggar.

"Alban Adalwolf, you are to come with us immediately. Your actions henceforth shall be considered treason to our sect should you refuse, and we will not hesitate to take you by force if we deem it necessary."

A gruff snorting sound came from the beggar as he expressed the humor at his current situation.

"Don't you realize, this much spiritual pressure in a single place will surely draw them out."

Raising his hand, the man's finger protruded out from the sleeves of his robes, the gnarled finger pointing towards the odd vortex stretching across the sky, an endless abyss swirling with energy. He believed they called them a Garganto or some weird alias like that.

"The arrancar..... they have already come. It's only a matter of time before they destroy this city like they did with Karakura."

The leader of the group of occultists didn't seem convinced, his temper quickly flaring, as his fingers quickly clenched around the cross hanging across his chest, bringing it to his face. Bringing his lips to the metal, he gave the idol a small kiss before lowering it, his blue eyes leering at Alban.

"So it's like that then. Then by the power of the Lord, I hereby place you under arrest."

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[Crow]

Above Atsugi, Armond slowly stepped out of a Senkai Gate. The gate dropped him off about 5 miles away from the temple. Per his instructions. He hated dropping on exactly where he needed to be. It often just cause so many issues. Armond began moving through the air to his target site. In about eight minutes he was at the correct site. He stood in the canopy of the trees, watching several men conversing with each other. The Arrancar? He arched a brow. He knew what they were, but were they after this man? Who was he? Soul Society had little to go on here, but they were all gathered in one location. Such a thing was a bit risky and unusual. Hence why he was dispatched here. To make sure things didn't get too crazy he presumed. He didn't question his order, he just followed them. As a 3rd Seat he didn't have the right to question...only follow. Something that irritated him more than the Hollow that he hunted. His eyes were fixated on the men in white as they moved in to arrest the other male. Something didn't feel right about this situation. Why were they arresting him? What treason had he committed?

The Shinigami narrowed his eyes as he watched them move in upon the one called Alban Adalwolf. He stored that name in his long term memory banks. He would have to look into this man later on. Guessing by his dress, he had been without clean clothes for a while. He was dangerous though, that much was certain. Sending this many men after one guy...it seemed a bit excessive. So either the people who wanted him were desperate, or this man was powerful...potentially both. Most likely both, since he committed treason...The weak don't do such things. The weak cower in darkness and pray for day light to come. No...this man had to be dangerous. This was way above Armond's pay grade. The Shinigami were in shambles right now though. He wasn't here because they picked him, he was here because he was the only one. The other two Captains would most likely show up here too, the higher ups were probably accounting for that. At least he hoped they were. Taking on everyone that was present was so not looking good for him.

Then something dawned on him. The man who was being arrested had said that such a gathering would draw attention to them. Such a small gathering wasn't going to attract anything besides the paranoid Shinigami most likely. Maybe a few Hollow who were in the area but...

He couldn't sense any Hollow.

He frowned a bit and looked around. This was wrong. He was dispatched with no information. Someone dropped the ball here, and it was pissing him off. He looked back to the men and frowned. On his way over here he had sensed a few Hollow reiatsu signatures. Could he mean those two? Or...Karakura Town had also been mentioned. Armond knew only a little bit about that place. He wasn't native to this area, so all he knew was where it was and that there was a ton of battles over the town. He had no idea about it's current state or what happened there in full. He wanted to know more. Obviously, he would have to stick around to find out exactly what was going on. Senkusha was strapped to his calf, hidden under his hakama. Within the folds of his lower attire there was a slit that was held together with velcro. In a moments notice he could draw his blade, but hopefully he wouldn't have to for now...

[Masato Arata Kanada]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=23201c][atrb=width,461,true] ☂WATCH THE SUN A FINAL TIME YOU WILL FIND A BETTER PLACE IN THIS TWILIGHT Masato had been traveling through the human world in search of new allies. His plan for exacting revenge upon the Soul Soiety was long postponed by the fact that he had no able bodies aside from his own. To rectify this Masato took it upon himself to seek out enemies of his enemies. His primary targets were hollows, however he would welcome humans, quincy, even fellow visored. He wouldn't dare cast out anyone that could be an asset. In his travel from his ruined home or Karakura, Masato came upon the city of Atsugi. It seemed to be the new jureichi point, a location with a large number of spiritually aware. Masato found this place to be the perfect recruiting center. However he was distracted through the sense of rather potent reiatsu signatures. Among the reiatsu signatures only two called out to Masato. The first only struck due to its familiarity. Masato soon remembered the face that went with the reiatsu, it was one of his former subordinates, Crow. The young man was one of strong determination. He practically begged to get into the 2nd Division. While Masato had been long gone since seeing the young shinigami, he had always envisioned him as becoming a fine warrior. Crow's presence was certainly interesting but Masato was more eager to meet the other presence he sensed. This one was strong, confident and fearless. Masato quickly darted of in pursuit of the large gathering of souls. Arriving with haste and discretion was child's play for Masato. Even with his skills at stealth and shunpo Masato wasn't entirely undetectable. All it would take was for someone to sense his reiatsu as well. He dimmed his pressure but nonetheless a more astute individual would be able to find him easily. Masato removed his trademark black and red and quietly tucked it away behind a tree. He then took to the trees to keep himself concealed and to get a bird's eye view of the situation. He kept to the shadows which were his allies even without the use of his zanpakuto. From his position he could see large gathering of men in white as they sought to apprehend a single man in white. His robe was notably filthier than the others. Masato took this vagabond as the man he wanted to recruit. From his position he could also see Crow whom was just as focused on watching the situation. It seemed the other men in white were going to attack the dirty man. Masato took this opportunity to observe. If this man was truly worth his time, he'd prove it in the coming moments. Masato wouldn't intervene unless necessary which meant his own life was in danger. He made sure not to forget the presence of Crow. He would need to watch that one as well. he doubted he'd be able to sway the young man's mind but he could easily use him to send a message to the Soul Society. Their days were numbered and Kageyose was coming for them. In the mean time, Masato would sit back and let things play out. No need to throw himself into danger just yet. The longer he remained a phantom the better. TAGGED FOR WHOEVER WORDS WORD COUNT BGM Infection CREDIT MADE BY EDWARD OF ON THE EDGE

[Nero Metora]

From the mountain came the Espada Nero, having sensed a gathering of reiryoku in front of the temple. The distorted zipper sound of his sonido wouldn't likely hit the ears of the monk looking strangers, nor the shinigami and visard's. He would appear high in the air, looking like he were standing on an invisible platform, staring down at this spectacle. He kept his reiryoku signature as low as he could since first leaving the mountain's vicinity... he didn't want undue attention drawn to himself so soon and if he were noticed, he'd seem to be a weakling, a complete push over. As he watched, Nero descended ever so slightly, just within his hearing range of the monks. His fierce yellow eyes shifted to two other signatures that were barely registering to him, though he couldn't see what they were.

"So this has drawn in other observers as well... how interesting." The cuarta said to himself as he listened in on the conversation between the monks. "One knows that we're already here... the rest don't believe him.... so only that one is spiritually aware. I wonder who these monks are. More importantly though... who is that lone monk..." Nero noticed the dirty monk's seeming amusement at his predicament, the other monk's apparent obliviousness to the presence of the garganta as well as their would-be prisoner and calculated that he was more than he was letting on. Although his stone cold, un-amused facial expression didn't budge one bit, Nero's curiosity was piqued... which was rare for the espada. The breeze that had been caressing the area slightly picked up a bit, carrying dead leaves along with it. Nero's hair shifted along with the wind as his eyes took in the scene below in it's entirety.

He also kept note of the other two signatures below as well, one the distinct taste of a shinigami while the other... the other one felt like shinigami but... different. Something else... just beyond the point of tangibility. "The Shinigami have an interest in this as well. Now what could give them the urge to mobilize... on a seemingly normal group of human monks. And who is that lone signature I feel trying to hide?" Nero thought quietly to himself. It only served to solidify his conclusion about that one particular monk. "Is this the reason why Canaan was here in the human realm? It wasn't simply to slaughter our pathetic rabble in this disgusting city." He was making further deductions in his head, however there was one additional piece of the puzzle missing. The gargantas that Canaan and Nero himself opened were closed upon entering the human realm immediately. "Who's garganta is that?" Nero eyed it up, staring into the swirling black energy and tried feeling out for any other reiryoku signatures in the area, trying to feel out for whoever opened that particular tear."Too many questions, not enough answers."

[Canaan]

A slowly chuckle was heard a half second before Canaan showed up next to Nero. The Primera was enjoying his day. Everything was going so well. First that little incident with the humans and Shinigami. Now this. Perfection did not even begin to describe this day. "Who the hell does that garganta belong to? I gave the explicit order to NOT come here..." He was not pleased. His eyes were focused on that swirling darkness. Canaan was typically a very easy going guy. His comrades knew him to be one who didn't enjoy fighting really...the easiest way to strike a nerve with him though was to disobey an order. Canaan looked to the ground where he heard the conversation. The words being exchanged mattered little to him. Another stupid human fight. One was at least smarter than the others it seemed. He was also aware of the Shinigami reiatsu signatures close by. He ignored the smaller one, deeming him of no concern. He did note that his garbs were of the typical Shinigami style. The other one, however, seemed to be wearing less...formal attire. He most likely was not affiliated with them anymore. He was stronger than the other male though. At least of Captain strength. Canaan could read the man like a book. He wasn't any real issue as of right now. Of course...the depths of their power had yet to be reached yet. The only thing Canaan could say for a fact was that this potentially Ex-Shinigami was, for the time being, no threat. He turned his dead gaze back to the garganta. The scene below bored him now, he was more concerned with who in the hell opened that garganta and why.

He looked to Nero and then back to the humans below. "Hm...whoever is doing this...I need to spin this...Nero. Whatever is coming through that garganta, kill it. Understood? I will not have my plans tinkered with because some idiot Hollow couldn't keep his cock in his pants." His tone was hushed. Silenced enough that only Nero would be able to hear what he said. "And just so you understand, I do not want anymore hunting here. As annoying as it is, the pay off will be well worth it in the end. With the right people in the right places..." He smiled. "Well...let's just say that the Shinigami won't be an issue for us anymore..." He chuckled softly and looked back to the vortex in the sky. He was not pleased with this at all...

The situation below seemed....contained for now. With the presence of a garganta belonging to an unknown subject, and two Arrancar as well as two Shinigami...well it wouldn't stay this calm for long. Peace was an overrated concept...

[James Orfo]

James had just finished his favorite past time of finding the chili-dog cart that never seemed to be in the same place twice. While this did make it an interesting time waster and a good source or exercise. He was walking away from the chili-dog cart when he could have sworn he could almost feel the strong spiritual beings in the area nearby. Carefully he walked toward where he thought it was coming from, down the street, around the corner, even further down another street before going around another corner... He knew he had gone in the wrong direction when he could once again see the cart he had just been at.

Actually stopping for a moment he closed his eyes and concentrated, opening his eyes with new clarity he set off for his goal, home. Screw whatever he thought he had felt, there were plenty of other people that could deal with it in this town. Slowly he headed off toward his apartment, which is a calm and relaxing walk past this old temple if he remembered correctly, he might even stop there to eat in the peace and quite.

As James walked toward the temple he began to get this feeling deep in his gut, a familiar feeling that had given him warning all through out his life, he was famished. Unwrapping the delectable treat he slowly began to take small bites off of it making sure not to get any of the odd flavored chili on his clothes. The chili was surprisingly hot today with a bitter after taste that left the tongue hungry for more, but as he walked past the temple the whole thing was forgotten, as he watched the old men in some strange awe/ Then looking up to see where in the sky the sun was sitting he notice not one but two very solid people seeming to just be floating there in mid air.

James walked just inside the entrance to the temple and squatted down to finish his meal. While still taking care to keep his clothes fairly clean he began to quickly devour the food while watching carefully ready to move if he must. This situation looked ready to devolve fast.

[Neliel]

THE CREST OF THE CHURCH UPON THEIR CHEST

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Alban's face soon met the earth, soon getting a mouthful of dirt as two of the robed figures forcefully shoved him down. As their hands grasped tightly around Alban's wrists, a pair of deep blue glowing handcuffs bound his hands together. As the two individuals forced Alban to his knees, the man would suddenly stare upwards, a worried expression crossing his face. Lowering his eyes to look at what was obviously the leader of the group, distress soon formed in his brown eyes, pleading for the man to do something.

"Creed, don't do this. They have already congregated. It's only a matter of .......ooomph"

The leader's foot came crashing down at Alban in a well placed kick, as he merely spat at the man who was hunched over, a slow trickling of blood dripping from the wound across Alban's right cheek. Standing over the dirty man, Creed allowed his hood to fall off, revealing the features of his face. His cold piercing blue eyes leered out from behind the frames of his round glass, his chin length silver hair flowing in the slight breeze that had picked up. A stern expression decorated his face, absent of any form of amusement but comprised of pure business. The man was obviously here for only one reason.

"They will be dealt with, Alban. Much like your treasonous actions which only endanger our own order."

Creed's head turned to gaze at one of the others within his group, one possessing a shorter, slimmer frame with a slight emphasis around the hip area. From the overall positioning, it seemed to imply that the individual was the only female in the group. Creed, making a small signal with his right hand, motioned towards her.

"Beatrix, scan the immediate area. I wish to be notified of all potential threats within the area."

The girl's femininity was evident as she let a blunt "Alright," escape her lips before extending her hand, a large white glove covering the hand which had emerged from the confines of her robes' sleeves. A small bluish colored orb of energy formed in her open palm, several glowing particles being drawn into the steadily growing orb. The light from the orb illuminated a portion of the female's otherwise obscured face, revealing a pale complexion and vivid green eyes, staring expressionless into the swirling globe of energy. Letting a small sigh escape her lips, she spoke, a touch a faint foreign accent crossing her tongue.

"Creed, I have picked up the distinctive reiryoku signatures of five nearby individuals. Judging from the characteristics, one is a damned reaper, two are hollow and very strong ones at that, one seems to be a human if I'm not mistakened, and the last possesses both hollow and reaper reiryoku. With the exception of the one who most likely attends the academy in the city, the threats are substantial at best."

Creed's eyes lowered as his face struck a contemplative state, his fingers running across his chin as he thought about the current situation. The man was in a very precarious position. Both of his enemies were in the vicinity and he couldn't allow for them to interfere. He had to do something to prevent it. Looking around, his eyes veered between each member of his group, picking out the most capable individuals.

"Bastian ,Christoph, Clemens, Detlef, Erich..... Apprehend the subjects immediately. They are deemed as threats to the Order. Kill all but the human. The human I want alive. It will be unjust of us to sanctify anyone of the flesh."

Five of the robed individuals, including the ones near Alban on the ground immediately took off with a sharp burst, taking off towards the locations Beatrix had specifically located.

Bastian appeared before the one known as Crow, his hatred of Shinigami automatically pinpointing this particular individual out from his spiritual ribbon which shown a furious red. Possessing a tall and slender frame, tufts of black hair stuck out from underneath Bastian's cowl, a piece of white fabric wrapped around his eyes serving as a blindfold. A sly grin crossed his face, as his arms stretched outwards, two swords sliding down as Bastian's fingers greeted them as though they were old friends long since separated. One thing was clear though. Bastian had no intention of letting the Shinigami pass.

Christoph, the second Quincy had suddenly appeared in front of the Visored. Christoph was definitely the largest of the group, towering at a good seven feet with a bulky, muscular frame. The wind coming through blew his cowl off, revealing a crop of blonde hair shaved nearly to the scalp. A large tattoo covered the rightside of Christoph's face, done up in the style of a tribal tattoo, stretching down the entire right side of his torso and spanning across his arm. Christoph's fists clenched at his side, glaring towards Masato as the veins pulsed beneath his skin, his brown, nearly black eyes leering outward adding to his already imposing and hulking frame. Masato was both Shinigami and Hollow. Christoph hated them both with a passion, to take out one who possessed both would be a blessing from the Lord himself.

Clemens, the third of the group, went to apprehend the hollow Nero. He didn't care much for shinigami, but over the years, his hatred remained solely against the hollow. As the man's face came into view, Clemens was revealed to be an older man, long strands of white hair sticking out amidst the man's aged features, brown eyes and greyish beard. As the man pushed his hand out, a bow began to form in his expecting hand. As soon as the bow formed, Clemens soon had an arrow nocked, the blueish energy flashing violently as the bow remained pointed at Nero.

Detlef soon found his way to the hollow named Canaan, his robes soon flung apart in front of the man, swaying violently behind him. The man's hair was of a rough and matted orangish brown hair, deep black robes armed with several blades. As the man rose his hand to the air, a rifle began to form in his hand. Detlef in his prime, was a notorious hollow hunter and had slain perhaps more hollows than the rest of the group combined. His accuracy was unmatched, and Canaan was to be his next prey.

The last of the group, Erich, was by far the shortest of the group. His robes fluttered behind him as he appeared behind the human boy James, a slight snicker emanating from his mouth as his face came into view. Dirty blonde hair and silver eyes made up a face that looked no older than 10 at the most. Yet even despite the boy's young looks, he too possessed remarkable skill. As the boy's sleeve fluttered upward, several straps could be seen,showing numerous tubes hidden across his body. They were the boy's toys and he was eager to show them to James.

Each one of the individuals was now confronted by a member of the group, Beatrix, the captive Alban and the leader Creed watching from beside the temple. A slight smile crossed Creed's otherwise nonchalant features. Soon he'll be rid of the heathens and he'll be able to take Alban back with him, forcing the man to atone for his sins.

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[Crow]

Crow remained in his tree and arched a brow. Seriously? He had detected every person that was drawn to this show, and they all just now noticed them. Crow wanted to just leave, but he was compelled to stay. Not because of his orders, hell no. He wanted to stay because he was curious. His head tilted a bit and he watched the scene progress a bit further. It seemed the dirty one was arrested without a fight. Shame. Now each member of the audience was getting involved. They were dispatched and their targets were picked. Lovely. Armond stood up and leaned against the trunk of the tree he was perched on. He looked this man over in silence. With the mask on his face was, obviously, emotionless, stoic, mostly because it was hidden. His eyes were the only visible part of his face and they expressed boredom with the situation at hand. He looked at his weapons. How odd...He knew what they were truly used for though, and he was not terribly concerned. He, of course, had studied Quincy and their typical weapons of choice. The Seele Schneider was something that interested Armond to be honest. He didn't have a full proof way of beating it, but...that wasn't going to stop him. In fact, he liked it that way. It is only once you are cornered that you discover what you're capable of.

He stood perfectly still looking at this man from across the way. Armond was not going to make the first move. That much was clear. He was, however, prepared to move at a moment's notice. His left leg was extended outwards a bit and his right leg was positioned just barely behind the left. His right foot, now concealed by his leg and his hakama, only had toes on the ground. He was ready to push off the trunk and move. Of course this was going off the presumption that the enemy attacked from the left. He'd be foolish if he only had one way out. His arms were placed behind him, and his hand planted firmly on the tree's trunk, ready to propel him forward into a roll. Adjusting his footing would be no problem if he had to move forward. As far as protecting his left side, his foot's positioning would allow him to move to the left, albeit with not as much force as moving to the right. If he was attacked from the front then he had already spotted a nice branch below that he could move to. Armond was prepared to move on short notice. That's the moral of the story. As a 2nd Division member he was not going to go down easy. In fact, he didn't plan on going down at all.

He already figured Shikai would probably be used here at some point, and his mind was already hard at work thinking of what to do. Being here as opposed to the city was...not ideal. It's not because of a lack of space, no. Armond was more comfortable in urban and forested areas. It's because of the other fighters being so close right now. It would only take one person messing up and misfiring to throw off anyone's game. Hard to focus on the arrow coming for your head when you've got a cero burning through your back. No matter. He was Onmitsukido, they did not complain, they did not worry. They took disadvantages and turned them into advantages. Ideas began flowing into his head. The other Shinigami was strong, as were the two Arrancar. Overall, he had three people who were at least of Captain level or above. This was good. He would have something to work with then. There was also a human. That would be a good one...The Quincy were basically human extremists. It was doubtful that they would harm him...Which made that human the most valuable player of the group.

[Masato Arata Kanada]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=23201c][atrb=width,461,true] ☂WATCH THE SUN A FINAL TIME YOU WILL FIND A BETTER PLACE IN THIS TWILIGHT Things had definitely gotten interesting as time went on. With more observation Masato was finally able to discern who these people were. The white robes and cruxes should have been a clear tell that these were quincy. Unfortunately Masato has last heard of Quincy during his younger years in the academy. At the moment he could only recall that Quincy were spiritually aware humans that posed a serious threat to the balance of souls with their powers. They could manipulate and use reishi in the atmosphere as a weapon. On top of that things destroyed by quincy were lost forever, never returning to the balance of souls the shinigami had long protected. Sadly Masato no longer believed in preserving the balance of souls. This was an interesting turn of events, Quincies arresting their own people. Before long a pair of arrancar were present watching the show as well. At first he thought they were quincy with their white robes. However the hollow within himself could feel a sense of kinship in the two above. Shortly after that a human had wandered into the area. This was a large gathering indeed, and plenty of potential for allies to be made. However, Masato was a bit disappointed in the actions of this Alban. While he was initially interesting he seemed to be nothing more than a coward, begging for mercy and pleading for forgiveness as he sought to use the bystanders as a bargaining chip. That alone sickened Masato. He only hoped that this man was joking and simply using misdirection to his action. When the leader of the group lashed out at him Masato grinned in anticipation of a fight breaking out. When none started the smile dropped. The silver haired leader of the group had called out to one of his subordinates and asked her to scan the area. Masato hoped that his dimmed spiritual pressure would make the cut but he was met with disappointment. He was called out as a being possessing both reaper and hollow reiryoku. That was one way to put it. for years Masato wasn't exactly sure what to call himself now. That was until the Red Capitol appeared with individuals like himself going with the name Visored. While an odd name it was good enough. Maybe he could use his unique spiritual disposition as a means of redirecting what ever soul came his way. He wasn't looking to fight this rabble without good reason. It seemed as though what he came for was a waste of time. He contemplated simply fleeing but the quincy dispatched after him was present before he could come to a decision. And that's when an old academy lesson was brought to the for front of Masato's memory. Much like hollows arguably better than even them, Quincy were highly adept at sensing other spiritually aware beings. This ability was greatest when used against hollows and this would be Masato's disadvantage. The hollow taint within him made him stick out like a sore thumb among the others. Masato eyed the quincy, a large muscular man towering at about seven feet. The shaved head and massive tattoo on his face may have been all kinds of intimidating on top of his stature to humans, but Masato was less easily swayed by physical appearances. He returned the man's glare with one of his own showing not anger but rather defiance. The man's anger seemed to be getting the better of him as his veins seemed to oddly pulse beneath his skin. The man was front of Masato though beneath the branch Masato had taken refuge in. He looked down upon the man taking note of the hateful expression in his eyes. " I take it if looks could kill, I'd be dead a thousand times over correct Quincy? Have you ever considered the thought that maybe you've been sent to your own demise. I mean you approach a being said to possess both Shinigami and Hollow reiryoku with this hateful look in your eyes and you have no second thoughts about what manner of beast I really am. For all you know I could kill you where you stand. Before you say I can't be cause I would have done it, consider this. I'm surrounded by enemies here. Lashing out at anyone here would draw the attention of others. Those hollows up there are your real targets, the possess both hollow and shinigami power. I've only acquired the power I have to combat said creatures on equal footing. You'll want me on your side. I hate the hollows as much as you do." Masato was a man of many skills and wielder of many weapons. his favorite weapon to use were his words. Speaking with this musclehead of a quincy would do one of two things. Give rise to reason or piss him off. In either case he would get a result he wanted. He'd either convince this brawny fool to move along or incite his misplaced wrath. Masato kept his eyes on him still bothered by the appearance of his veins. Regardless of anger, nobody's biology functioned like that. What the hell was that? If that weird pulsating was some sort of power Masato was confident that he could take this man. He was the top hand to hand specialist in during his tenure in the Gotei. If no shinigami was able to provide a proper contest in a battle of fists for eighty years this quincy couldn't be to much of a threat. Even with his confidence Masato knew better than to doubt the power of this large man. he couldn't sense a massive amount of reiatsu from him even with his hollow taint. Masato knew that the quincy wouldn't send one of their own to fight a hollowfied shinigami if they weren't sure he could handle it. for now he would continue to use his words. At the moment he had the high ground and was right where he needed to be, surrounded by shadow. 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[Nero Metora]

Nero felt Canaan appear next to him but his eyes remained fixated on the scene below. "I do not know. I have yet to even feel who opened the garganta... it's seems to have been open for some time now." The cuarta continued to listen to his primera as he watched the monks start to stir. Canaan's orders were heard crystal clear... but Nero wasn't sure what he was up to or what his plans were for Atsugi. "But of course. I have no need for the hunt. However..." Nero then turned his head to look at Canaan with a blank, if not slightly bored looking expression on his face. He knew Canaan had something planned and he wanted to know exactly what it was. "What exactly do you have planned for this cess pool?" His conversation would be cut short though.

The espada felt the moving of those monks below. He felt five of them, each moving to face one of the on-lookers. He saw one float up in front of Canaan while he felt another take a similar position in front of him. He could also feel this individual form a bow and arrow of reiatsu in his hand. Nero slowly and intentionally moved his head to look at his would-be assailant, his draconic eyes meeting the old man's own gaze like the tip of a blade piercing clean through a watermelon. After a moment of silence, Nero's mouth was the only thing that would move on his otherwise stone cold face. "Quincy... sublet of human. Noted for their hatred of hollow. You would attack one such as I? Unprovoked and without mercy..." Nero's eyes would narrow before he continued to speak. "...a hollow trait." The Cuarta was well prepared to sonido the moment the Quincy attacked... if he were to attack. However Nero wasn't going to strike first. He would be more reserved than that with this one.

He stared at the quincy before him, noting the buildings of Atsugi behind him somewhat in the distance. "Tell me... Quincy. What is it you think you know about our kind?" His eyes continued their assault on the old man before him. As he resolved earlier... he wouldn't be the first to attack. However if the Quincy did decide to attack him, Nero would become relentless and tear those disgusting brown eyes out of his skull.

[Canaan]

The Arrancar looked at the turn of events with an admitted spot of annoyance. This is why he hated tha majority of Humans. So weak, so quick to give up. He rolled his eyes as the man was arrested and beaten. It was then that he realized none of them had been detected yet. Truly, he couldn't even begin to fathom how dimwitted humans could potentially be...until now. He could understand if the little Shinigami and even the human went unnoticed. Truly, he was more like a speck of dust among the desert sand, but to not notice the other Shinigami and the two Arrancar? He wasn't sure if he should be glad that they skills in detection were so terrible, or if he should be insulted. No...not worth being insulted. He continued dwelling on this until a man appeared before him.....but he was still dwelling. It was only when he heard the older Shinigami speak that he grinned. "Oi. If you claim to be on equal footing with us, then come here and prove it. If you give me decent sport, I may just add you to my collection of Shinigami heads..." Canaan shouted across the way. In a softer tone just for the Quincy's ears he turned a dead eye to him and grinned. "A collection that also boasts a decent amount of human corpses...both women and children..." Of course he was kidding, but...anything to get a reaction out of the Quincy. Canaan had heard heard there was a hotshot Quincy in town, going around killing Hollow with expert skill. He wondered if that guy was here and if so who got him. He hoped he did, but he wouldn't be sure until he, Canaan, was dead.

Canaan stretched before the man. He eyed his rifle. It looked nice at least. He scratched his cheek and smiled sweetly at him. "I have no desire to fight you to be honest. Obviously, what I want means little to you though so how about this...We fight, you die, and I use your ribs as my new set of toothpicks? Sound fair?" More talk. Canaan wasn't cocky enough to believe he would win so easily. He wanted to get a reading on this guy though. Canaan wasn't the kind to go swinging wildly into a fight like that Scottish Shinigami he met earlier. That was just...no. Canaan loosely folded his arms across his chest and looked straight at the Quincy. They really weren't a talkative bunch. Kind of upset Canaan to be honest. Conversation during a fight was vital for a friendship or rivalry. While he spoke he was listening to what Nero said. It held a sense of truth to it. These Quincy were the monsters that they hunted. They were ruthless, merciless, and filled with rage. They didn't stop until their target was dead or they were. It was true though...

"You either die the hero, or live long enough to become the villain..."

Canaan sighed and put his hands in his pockets. He focused his eyes on this target of his. He got a good reading on him. He was going to be fun...

[James Orfo]

James watched the people attack and bind the old man, as another man who seemed to be the leader of the, Quincy he decided, started issuing orders to the group. James watched with interest as the ball of energy was made and moments later he watched as five of the possible Quincy disappeared and with a quick look he noticed that two of them had reappeared in front of the Arrancars while two more had gone to confront some trees. The last one on the other hand was nowhere to be seen, but James made an educated guess when he heard the whisper of cloth behind him.

Standing up James slowly turned around with a slight smile on his face trying to hide the fact he hadn't noticed the, boy James realized with surprise had slipped behind him without his notice but there is always something that comes with age least of all is gall.

"Oi little boy, this is not the time for you to waste your life, instead why don't you just leave and stay out of this. Who knows, if you do you may actually live long enough to see your balls drop.

James would quickly turn on his heel and start heading toward the old man still being held captive. He was listening carefully for what the child would do next fully expecting to be attacked from behind while at the same time preparing to use Rois Cáithníní if he thought something dangerous was going to happen as blue flames started to ignite across his shoulders and arms.

"Away with you child, your in the way " He said with a glance over his shoulder.

Current Stats

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Reiryoku: 137
Power: 30
Agility: 30
Affinity: 100

9/ people with higher Reiryoku
2/ summoned bindings
2/ summoned tracking sphere
4/ 2 summoned weapons
17 total added to Reiryoku this turn

[Roarek Macullen]

Through the noise and clatter of the battle around the temple a distant yell could be heard, filled with rage and hate, this low rumble grew louder and louder as it drew ever closer. Eventually words were audible as he flew over the heads of the combatants, though naturally what exactly he was saying, wasn't very clear, mostly it sounded like a slew of curses and grumbles.

As Roarek soared through the sky he found that in his rage it slipped his mind to actually come to a stop and found his body on a crash course for the temple. He reacted quickly as he focused his spiritual pressure and attempted to crush the area he was going to impact as to not cause him harm and cushion his landing and with a might explosive crack he did just that, standing up from the rubble of his most recent creation with his soul slayer in it's first release, he belted out another slew of words. "Yeh little soul gobblin' bastards! When i'm done wit' yeh, I will ram meh sword so far up yer arses tha' it'll stick out o' yer mouths like a fuckin' beacon!"

[Ryuunosuke Miyamoto]

It was unmistakeable, for the longest time it had been masked but now as reiatsu began to flare it became like a beacon in the night to the young Quincy. It had caught his interest some time earlier, but he had failed to pin down the source of the oh so familiar reiatsu... familiar in its general form anyway, for every such phenomenon was akin to a signature and the signatures which he had sensed were all strangers to him. Not that he was one to stick his nose in to other people's business, but somehow that interested him all the more. 'Seven Quincy to come and beat down one vagrant? There's something about that which just doesn't seem admirable.' With a sudden swish of movement the young Quincy appeared before the remaining three who had yet to break off, the prisoner and two of these 'guards,' 'officers,' whatever they were meant to be. He'd rushed over at the first inkling of trouble, he hadn't even had time to change out of civilian clothes. Ryuunosuke did not propose to know what was going on, he and his family were on the outer edge of Quincy society for their own reasons, reasons which were never adequately explained to him but which he had trusted all the same. If this display were anything to go by, then he was beginning to understand a little better.

One, two... Arrancar, Keeping his eyes fixed ahead he swept the area with his senses, he had done so already but wanted a full accounting of what was going on here before things escalated and everyone's reiatsu got confused. One Human, probably a fellow student from the looks. One, two, three Shinigami... although... that third one isn't quite what I'd expect of a Shinigami's reiatsu. If I'm honest it's more like an Arrancar... but it's unlike them as well, but I might not have noticed such a big difference without them here.[/color]

He shifted his stance, putting his right foot forward and edging his left back, widening his stance a touch as he stood straight and looked them over. His hands remained in his trouser pockets, concealing his Cross, but not all of the rosary it was attached to. His eyes fell on the third Quincy, or he assumed that he was a Quincy, the prisoner at any rate. 'My apologies,' he began, apologizing already for the impertinence of the question which would follow. 'but what is it that this man has done that you'd cause such disruption merely to apprehend him?' Though it was not evident in his tone, which remained measured and civil, by the way his muscles had tightened it might be inferred that few enough answers would satisfy him.

[Shakan]

"These trails are intense!" Having recently arrived via ship to Atsugi, Shakan had heard some recommendations by a few locals to take in the scenery by hiking up to the temple. "It'll calm you down, it'll ease your anger, blah blah...." He was deep in thought as he made his way up to the building, so much so that he ignored the feeling of intense spiritual pressure up ahead. "Not even in town for five minutes and some hag throws a fish at me... what was her name again? Manthing...no, thats not it... Mildew? Millhouse?" His train of thought was of being assaulted with a salmon by a local girl... who's name he couldn't remember. "Whatever her name was.... I'm gonna get her back. But how? Hmm..." Thoughts ran through his mind of ways to get her back. "Smother her in BBQ sauce and let a few dogs after her?" The image in his head brought a big smile on his face. "Wrap her in celaphane, dump her in a barrel, then punt her into the ocean? No... bubble wrap! Bitches love bubble wrap!" As he kept thinking up ways to exact his revenge on the salmon- wielding girl, the temple came into his view, as did a whole lotta people who seemed itching for a fight.

He first noticed the monkish people. "The hell?" Then he noticed a few of the others confronting a couple of strangely dressed guys. "The.... hell?" He then happened to look up and saw four floating in mid-air, two of which had what looked like pieces of hollow masks on their faces. "The hell!?!?!" It was at this point that he finally felt the reiryoku signatures, although it was a jumbled mess to him. "Da fuck!?!?" He was startled for a moment, during which time his own reiryoku flared a bit. "Hehe! I, uh... didn't mean to interrupt! Hope I didn't intrude on anything!" He started back peddling a bit, making his way back to the trail from whence he came. It was probably too late at this point though. "Damn it! Why am I always stumbling into these kinds of things like a retarded puppy!?!" He thought to himself. "It was those damn locals! They got me AGAIN!"