Day of Enjoyment and Boredom?! (Open)

Grinning to itself Albatross could not help but chuckle lightly as it walked around the Seireitei with ease. Disguised in the garb of the shinigami, Alba let off a faint trail of its spiritual energy that felt like any other shinigami's in the Gotei. Nobody batted an eye as the sinner in disguise sat on a bench near the Fifth Division Barracks. The collector of souls glancing at the men and women walking in and out of the building casually, as the sinner's wry smile turned into a frown. For some reason it was more bored than on average to the point where it found itself unhappy. It knew the structure of the major organizations, it knew most everything in history, and it still was unsatisfied. Albatross wanted more out of life that possibly existed.

Leaning back on the wooden bench, Alba outstretched its arms across the back rest. To any passerby the monster appeared as twenty year old male, with a light beard coming in from two days without shaving. A grizzled appearance to say the least, yet Alba did not really care what it looked like, so long as it fit in without too much hastle. Closing its eyelids the sinner daydreamed with a passion as it imagined its past and how it could have been. Ever since becoming a resident of Hell, the once hollow feeling monster felt regret. Wondering if it could have ever had the life of a simple child enjoying days with simple fun and pleasure.

Picturing itself as a so called good guy, Alba laughed slightly in almost a sigh. Figuring the chances which it dreamt of were gone in the wind. Tilting its head upward the sinner stoodup and decided to walk around the buildings again and to take in the scenary a second time before departing to its humble home it had made in a New York dumpster.

Standing at five foot one, Alba was not tall by any means but it embraced its short form as it was free. Having taken this form from a resident from the outlying districts. The soul having tasted quite excellent. Carrying no sword Albatross simply walked around the streets, finally settling on another nearby bench. Falling asleep almsot instantly once it felt rested, only to wake up until night descended.

As Jeison was walking around the Seireitei near the fifth division barracks he feels the spiritual pressure and pats the kitty on his head "Hey feel that wanna go check it out?" "Meow meow" So they head for the spot.

As they close in on the spot they see the guy sitting on the bench and approach. "Hail friend I haven't seen you around here before are you new?" says a man that stands five foot eleven bulky and muscular with shaggy red hair one sky blue eye and a eye patch over his left eye has minimal armor a bokken on his back and a vile of perfume at his waist and a black kitten on his head. "Meow Meow" says the kitten and winks at him. "So what brings you around here?" He says as he kneels in front of him on the ground.

Blinking its fake eyelids, Alba looked up at the tall man coming over. With a mild yawn, the sinner stretched its arms as it waited for the man to make his way over, Alba chuckling on the inside at the man's cat sitting on his head, considering the fact very few in the Gotei actually have a pet. Listening to the stranger talk for a few seconds, Alba scratched its grizzled beard, as its dark hazel eyes took in the surroundings. "Eh?" Alba replied after a pause, as the sinner listened to the man's supposed pet, the sinner's advanced senses showing what the pair truly were to the monster in disguise. "Oh, you mean me... greetings to you as well stranger." Albatross spoke in a lethargic manner, almost monotone in feeling, and void of emotion. The monster speaking with perfect pronunciation of every word that left its lips. "Yeah, you could say I'm new around here. I was just recently admitted into here, though, as you can see I don't have a squad insignia as of yet." Albatross chuckled softly as he pointed to an empty patch on his standard black uniform that was still vacant.

Watching the cat intently, Albatross stood up as he cracked his knuckles nonchalantly, all the while putting bits and pieces of information together about the muscled vice captain. From Alba's sensing it gathered the shinigami's power with ease, and could easily see that the feline was more than just any house hold pet. Not letting on that it knew so much from a mere gaze, Alba continued the conversation. "Nothing in particular brought me here, just thought I'd wander around for a bit before heading back to the academy. Those damned bookkeepers messed up my paperwork, so I'm stuck being squadless for at least a little while longer." Yawning again, Alba wondered what this shinigami's game was, after all, very few people were just friendly with strangers just for the heck of it.

"Say... you seem pretty tough, you a seated officer? I only ask because of your attire, usually everyone sticks with the casual uniform, except those with some power. Then again, it's probably just some passing fad again. I can never keep up... Wait, is that a cat?" Albatross laughed on the inside as it posed its questions, knowing the easiest way to gain information is to simply ask straight out. Taking a few steps away from the bench, Alba planned ahead choosing its next sentences word by word. While at the time it made sure to keep its spiritual energy at just a measly trickle of shinigami energy. Not wanting to cause a commotion like it did last time.

Jeison gives him a quick look up and down and the black kitten on his head puts its self in the thinkers position and studies the guy in front of them. He stretches his hand out for a hand shake im Jeison Koutetsu. "Huh that mus suck that they have misplaced your papers like that im sorry to hear about the mix up." He locks eyes with the stranger and pauses for a minuet as if pondering. "Meow Meow" says the kitten on his head. Then out of nowhere he reaches up and smacks the cat across the head. "That wasn't very nice he is new and just curious."

"You can say i have some power yes but I'm not the strongest on around nor do i ever want to be that's to much hassle, bit yes i am the Lieutenant of 6th division." "Yes this is my black kitten death he has been my companion for sometime now."

He lets out a low chuckle then out of nowhere Death reaches down and smacks him in the forehead and lets out a low growl. With a little red paw print in the middle of his forehead he snatches Death and asks "I thought we had a truce you little fur ball?" "Meow" says death and he replaces him on his head. "Sorry about that." Jeison apologizes to the strange young looking man in front of him. He has never spoke with someone so boring toned and as well spoken as this guy before.

Smirking at the cat's antics, Albatross decided for a change of pace, having grown weary of talking in its monotone speech pattern. Its voice rising in volume slightly as it gained momentum and energy. "Ha! I've not seen such an energetic animal in the Gotei 13 for quite a while, since my roommate's pet gerbil ran away. Ah, brings back memories, the little ball of fuzz rolling around in its plastic toy ball." Pausing for a second, Albatross took in a deep breath as it stroked its beginning of a beard. The sinner concocting hundreds of thousands of ideas in its mind as to what to say next, what to do next, and what to expect.

Though as the shinigami mentioned not wanting to become the strongest, Alba could not help but feel disappointed in the man. As the sinner in human skin had done nothing but strive for the power of others to add to its own. Turning to the taller Vice Captain, Alba chuckled warmly, "Ah, where are my manners? The name is Franz Allodrake, unseated graduate." Alba lied with perfection as it propped its hand between the folds of its haori.

"You named your cat Death? Or is that the name it chose for itself? If you don't mind me asking. Its hard for me to stop my curiosity from getting the best of me." Alba talked casually, as it massaged its right hand. The skin pale as snow, but dry and cracked. The appearance of a several small scabs of blood could be seen from the sheer dryness.

Jeison stands there and tries to imagine the pet gerbil in a plastic toy ball running a rampage in the Seireitei, he covers his mouth to hide a chuckle at the ridiculous vision. "I just started naming off names to him and he chose Death after i saved him from that horrible monster." He stretches and death mimics his actions. "Sorry no offense to you but i just got done with my daily meditation."

"So what are your plans for now until they find your papers?" he asks in a casual way to show interest in Franz as he tries to pull a little more information so he can find out more about him. Death leans over to one side and whisper in Jeison's ear. As the kitten starts pulling away Jeison says under his breath but not enough to be audible ~I thought as much but lets see where this leads.~ Death seems to make a couple of nods and squints his eyes really narrow and sticks his tongue out at Franz.

"So how long ave you been in the seireitei? Do you have any powers as well? Where is your Zanpaktou? What kind of powers do you have, like what can you control? He asks to try and find out more about Franz cause being around him is making him more and more curious about this man that he knows nothing about. Hopefully he can make a new friend here he thinks to himself.

"Eh? Just naming off names? Whatever works." Albatross shrugged as it took a few steps away from the bench a bit further. The monster not really bothered by the shinigami's stretching. Though, the sinner waited to reply as it had no plan at the moment, besides to wander around aimlessly. "I'm afraid not, I have no plans right now... I might actually take a stroll towards the twelfth division, I haven't seen their barracks yet, but I've only heard good things about it." Alba replied as it looked around at the few other shinigami roaming about in the streets.

Chuckling to itself Alba scratched the back of his head as it watched the cat and man simultaneously. The monster full knowing that it could never be detected in its passive form of a shinigami, thanks to its ability to perfectly disguise itself. Watching the man's soul with its fake eyes, Albatross merely kept nodding its head slowly, pretending that it didn't hear the two whispering. Albatross' senses catching everything in the vicinity with absolute ease. Pretending he didn't hear a word, Albatross, or rather Franz, spoke graciously when asked about his zanpakuto.

"You make me feel like I do not belong here!" Franz joked as he circled around Jeison, his hand still in his haori. "Well, I guess it is odd, seeing as most everyone around us has a zanpakuto... Mine, well... its not exactly a normal katana like most shinigami have." Franz explained, as he stopped near a garbage can near the bench, throwing away some empty candy wrappers that were in the pocket of his uniform. "If you wish to see it I'll oblige you but don't be annoyed if its seems out of the ordinary..." Franz finished as he leaned on the bench with his free hand.

Taking a deep breath, out of habit, Franz took his hand from under his haori, baring a small leather pouch, strapped closed by a thick string. "You see," he continued, "My zanpakuto isn't meant for combat apparently, which suits me just fine, since I've always been a bookworm, but this little pouch that fits in the palm of my hand is my zanpakuto." Watching for Jeison's facial expression, Franz laughed in a half sigh sort of way, seeming somewhat saddened by the small pack. Of course it was a lie played by Albatross, but the pouch did seem to emit a small amount of spiritual pressure in itself.

"Laugh if you want, but this is it... I haven't learned the name of the spirit inside the zanpakuto though... I'm still a novice after all."

He looks long and hard at Franz's pouch and nods "that is not the strangest one I have seen." He says and then crosses his arms and looks Franz in the eyes "you have been looking at mine this whole time." he gives a light hardy laugh and points up to death and death winks at him. "So when it comes to the battling part how do you fend for yourself?" He asks very curious about this fellow circling him.

"Whats your ability?" He asks in a curious tone cause he likes to get to know people for future reference in case he is in need of a ally at a later time cause that will let him be able to work out battle strategies in his mind he thinks to himself. He closely watches Franz for any give aways that might let him know he is lying to Jeison.

Hearing the tall man's words made Franz lighten up slightly as he began tossing the pouch in the air lightly, catching it on the string, before flicking it upwards again. Franz chuckled upon being told that the cat was the zanpakuto. Squinting hard at the animal, the fake shinigami let out an exasperated sigh, as he stopped tossing the light brown bag in the air. looking Jeison in the eyes, the short man, who appeared in his early thirties replied ecstatically. "Well, since I haven't been able to hear the voice of my zanpakuto yet I've been having to focus on my hand to hand combat techniques. Though, I'll admit I haven't been very successful..." Pulling up the sleeve of his haori, Franz showed Jeison his dried out right arm, scabs of dried blood dotting the pale skin. "I've been told that my spiritual body had been tainted by something during my rebirth as a shinigami, I'm no doctor or scientist, all I know is that my skin is fragile." Unrolling his sleeve, Franz chuckled lightly as he continued to lean on the bench, a wry smile across his pale skinned face.

"That's one of the reasons I decided not to shave anymore, too much stress, heh." Pausing for a moment, the man took his fake zanpakuto and put it in the folds of his haori. "Though you seem quite strong, I mean you are a Vice Captain, lieutenant. You must have been on plenty of battles in the human world, unless you're one of those one in a million souls who are born with such power, oh... sorry sometimes I digress!"

Turning away for a few seconds, Franz, or Albatross in disguise, looked at the buildings of the barracks around him, before taking a few steps in the direction of the training fields. "I may just be a misplaced shinigami graduate, but I do have some mental smarts I use in my free time. If you want I can show you some of my creations I've made for combat" Snickering on the inside, Albatross tilted its head in anticipation of the vice captain's answer.

"I'm so sorry to hear that that must suck I have to shave every day it drives me nuts." he says to Franz while looking him in the eyes trying to so respect for the man in front of him. "I have yet to have very many fights because i am also a new graduate I had a very good trainer and she showed me power i didnt even know i had." "I applied for lieutenant as a joke i didnt think i would get it so you could imagine my surprise when i was granted it."

"I normally dont fight for no cause i dont see any sense in it, but i am always up for a sparing match to help hone my skills and to make me a better fighter." He says with a wry smile. Looks up at Death and says "how bout it lil buddy you up for a lil fight to pass the time?" "Meow Meow" says the kitten as he stands up on his hind legs and hits his left paw into his right as if punching a fist into a open hand. "Ok its settled a sparing match then." he looks down at Franz and notions him forward with his open hand.

(OOC: Short post because trying to just get the setting all set up.)

"Quite the lucky one you are, possessing so much raw power and even making Vice-Captain so easily! Then again, I guess being a seated officer is a lot of work, having to be a role model for your squad..." Franz shrugged as he moved in the direction of the the sparring fields of the Gotei 13. Listening to the tall man's reply, Franz grinned at the cat's antics. "Well no worries, this fight will have meaning to at least one of us." Coughing slightly into his elbow, Franz smirked at the hand begging him on, the fake shinigami ready to test the Vice-Captains strength while undercover. "Well, lets not fight here... in the middle of the street could cause some hassle for everyone else around..."

Pointing North with his thumb, Franz gestured in the direction of the sparring fields, which were essentially just a large arena like building smack dab in the middle of the Northern sector of the whole complex. "Lets head to the arena, that's where most people go to spar anyhow, it'll only take a few minutes to get their if we air-walk." If Jeison agreed the two would travel in that direction and land in the dirt fields of the arena, where there is no ceiling and spreads out for hundreds of feet in any direction. "Now that we are here, there is no worry of breaking anything by accident, heh."

Jeison looks to the north and starts to stretch and says "after you my good sir." and he checks to make sure that everything is secure and awaits for the go so they can start a sparing match between the two of them. Death mimics Franz then sticks his tounge out at him and winks at him. Jeison air walks into the sky and wait for Franz so he can follow him.

Watching as Jeison too to the sky, Franz let out a yawn as he stretched out, as if he had not a care in the world. "After me? Alright then, don't get left behind!" The spy yelled with glee as he jumped up, air-walking with ease. With a mere grin, Franz took off at a casual pace, making sure that Jeison was following with his cat. At the same time, the inner demon, which hid beneath the skin of the one known as Franz, laughed loudly in its mind. The monster enjoying every second of the deceit it implanted. The sinner wanting to see how far it could take this charade, almost wanting to be caught red handed in the middle of its enemy's base.

Though knowing better, Alba kept under wraps, and continued to act as if it were a simple shinigami graduate. It did not take long for the group to arrive at the sparring area, its wide open field spreading out for hundreds of feet. Landing on the soft brown dirt, Franz waited for his adversary to arrive; yet, the fake shinigami did not waste any time as he took from under the folds of his haori a small one foot pointer stick. The weapon being a thin rod as strong as any zanpakuto. It's metallic glint shining brilliantly as if it had been recently polished.

"When ever you are ready Jeison! Do not fear to hold back too much on me, as their is no point in sparring if you do not even try testing yourself." Franz spoke out, as he changed his footing into a classic self defense pose. His feet shoulder width apart and moving, the man keeping his body limber. Though in the end, the sinner in human skin held back its true power, not wanting to make it obvious that it was much more powerful than it led on to be.

He laughs to himself and follows Franz as he lands Death crouches on his head and slants his eyes at Franz as if he is concentrating. "So just a question who are you really? I would have never know any different if it weren't for death he sensed something different about you and told me, besides your story just doesn't add up." He says to Franz who is know standing in a defensive position. He just doesn't see how his story makes sense so he thought he might call him out on it to see if he is telling the truth now that they are alone.

"it is not in my nature to fight someone that i know nothing about or even know there real name if Franz is your real name?" He is now talking in a more serious tone than he did before as he realizes things are starting to heat up. Death is now in his ready position and isn't even moving he is like a statue he isn't even blinking. Jeison gets into a more offensive stance an puts his fists up and reiatsu starts to glow around his hands.

"How cruel!" Franz spoke in a viscous tone, tilting the pointer stick three degrees downward, the small weapon at a more advantaged stabbing position. The fake shinigami's fighting stance changing in slight instances, as minor mistakes in his form were corrected with ease. "Greeting me so kindly only for you to turn your back on me, insinuating I'm something out of the ordinary!" Franz shouted as his own eyes slanted, his pupils peering directly at Jeison's face in a cold, callous even, way. "Though, I will give you some of my respect for being blunt about this insult upon my very name." Spitting on the ground, the scruffy man took several steps to the left of Jeison.

"I really don't care what you ask or think... you have only brought an unimaginable stain on my pride. I will only reply the truth. I am Franz Allodrake! Remember that Jeison." Franz stated coldly as he stopped moving in a circular pattern, now adjusting the grip of his fingers around the hardened weapon. A bead of sweat dripping from the man's pores as it followed the path of his skull, until finally reaching the edge of his chin before falling to the dirt floor.

Albatross would not let such a shinigami leave lightly, though it would cater to the whole scenario, the sinner could not stand those which even had a hint of disbelief in its acting abilities. Grinding its molars, Alba saw the spiritual energy forming around the vice-captain's hands with its special eye sight. All the while, the being of deceit and cruelty looked over Jeison's aggressive stance, before it adjusted its own fighting style seeing as the man had not called out for his zanpakuto.

Continuing to speak in his normal articulate manner, Franz' eyes opened wider as they resumed a more natural look, his pale eyelids no longer covering his eyeballs. "If you will not spar with those who you not know their name, then this sparring match has become a battle. A much more dangerous affair, all I ask is that you recant those horrid words."

"All i wanted was the truth but i will make an excetion for you my dear friend but head my words im not as weak as i appear." "If thats the case ths so be it a battle it is." He says as he watches Franz shift his position. "and there is no need to raise your voice i was tryin to be friendly then what death said disturbed me." As he finishes he shunpos behind Franz and throws a right hook at his side and a head butt at the back of his head.

He is expecting it not to hit he is just testing Franz's abilities.

Gritting his teeth at the words he deemed as nonsense, Franz licked his dry lips as he kept his sights on the enormous man before him. Not even bothering to reply, Franz raised his left arm in anticipation of what may happen. The monster within the fake shinigami planning its whole fight, deciding to hold back its true power for now. Albatross' sensing abilities picking up everything within a mile in radius, taking in all scents, hearing all sounds, and even seeing the spiritual energy flowing around Soul Society. Not one to be taken surprised, Alba prepared itself as it followed Jeison's movements.

Sensing Jeison's movements, Alba felt the Vice-Captains presence appear behind its body. Staying under wraps, Alba jumped forward quickly as it twirled around so it faced Jeison. At that point Franz air-walked into the sky several feet, just several inches above Jeison's head, the short man kicking down hard when he was right above the large man. Dropping down behind Jeison, Franz swung the short pointer stick at the back of the lieutenant's left knee, before continuing to hop several feet away from the the adversary.

Jeison missed as he thought he would he watched Franz's movements and he moved his head slightly to the left to dodge the kick to the head but he wasn't quick enough to dodge the hit to the back of the knee. As Jeison falls to one knee he air walks up above Franz and starts a downward kick to the top of his head.

As he gets close to Franz's head he shunpo's behind him and immediately shunpo's in front of him and throws a right hook at his jaw then immediatly throws a kick at his upper thigh. Jeison isn't expecting it to hit knowing how fast Franz moves. Jeison air walks backwards after his attacks trying to get a safe distance and gets into a defensive position.

His haori bustling due to the fast movements of his body, Franz chuckled lightly, keeping an unusually happy demeanor during the combat. Moving with such elegance as if every twitch, every pause, and every movement was intentional. Like an art form, the fake shinigami felt the contact of his weapon against Jeison's knee area. Smirking for a mere second, Franz readied himself seeing as the Vice-Captain immediately followed with using shunpo again, the sinner lurking inside the depths of the man's soul laughing insidiously as it saw such slow actions.

Still holding back large amounts of its true power, Franz braced his body, placing both of his arms in front of his face as the tall man's foot was about to make contact, only for it to be a feint. Jeison utilizing speed again to try and get the better of Franz. Though to no avail as Franz dropped his right arm downward in one swift motion blocking the right hook to the jaw, as a few scabs broke off from Franz' skin, a small trickle of blood running across his arm. Thinking for a split second, Alba decided it would be more interesting to let its prey be given a boost of confidence of some sort. Taking the hit to the left thigh, the fake shinigami knelt down slightly from the pain before flipping his zanpakuto hardened weapon, swinging downward in a stabbing motion at Jeison's left shoulder which was wide open. Even if the lieutenant escaped the stabbing motion, Franz would be close following with his own speed, rushing forward lunging with his right arm the pointer stick at Jeison's left knee.

Being sure to keep the pressure on, despite the height difference, Franz would utilize his shortness to his advantage and try to weave himself under Jeison's arms, and unleash a left uppercut to the burly man's stomach, while at the same time sending a kick aiming for his left shin. Using his speed Franz would drop down to the ground, to gain some form of footing lest his sparring partner tried anything foolish. All the while, blood flowed from Franz' arm as it dripped down onto the dirt in small droplets.

As the hits didn't seem to effect franz all that much jeison realizes that he has just made a rookie mistake and left his left shoulder open the pointer stick and as it hits he feels it sink into is skin there is a burning sensation and he lets out a small yelp as the blood start to trickle out of the wound. Jeison dodges the other stabbing motion but is to slow for the uppercut to his stomach.

As he takes the hit his eyes get real big and and he lets out a Ugh as he falls to his knees. Then he starts to laugh like a maniac "Now thats more like it. This is getting fun" he says in the middle of laughing. Under his breath he says in the middle of a coughing fit "Meow Sendo". As he says that the only thing on him that changes is the kitten disappears from his head and gloves form on his hands and the cats face is on the backs of the gloves his spiritual pressure increases. They are black gloves with metal studs on the knuckles.

He looks up at franz and starts to stand up from the crouched position and turns sideways and smiles at him. As he does he closes his eyes and gets a hint of relief on his face and he smiles as in an instant four walls of metal shoot up out of the ground about 10 feet in the air and there is a small cracks in the wall like a jail cell bars and a ceiling forms.

"This is my power and there is no escape from it!" he yells in a laugh as the metal starts to vibrate violently and turn a cherry red. He covers his eyes as there is an explosion and as the smoke starts to settle he stares in anticipation in hopes he has done some damage to him if only a little still standing sideways he watches and waits for the next attack to come.