Scouting Seireitei

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The whole day was overcast with weather as the bustling area of Rokungai marked District 80 West of Seireitei had it's share of violence as usual. But what had separated this day out of all others is that a spacial vortex ripping through the continuum of time, a gateway in other words resembling a Seikamon had ripped open through a corridor of small buildings as the wodden traditional japanese doors slid open. Out of that gateway emerged a shinigami with blood sliding down both sides of his mouth as he gasped for air through a pathetic wheeze. The Shinigami dropped to the ground, dead, as he stained the dirt whilst a man in what appears to be military garbs emerged from behind. His right hand clasping what used to be the Ressurecíon of the Arrancar, now turned into a normal blade with the death of it's owner. The blade dripping with blood as the man whipped it unto the floor, leaving a trail of blood off to the Katana.

The Reishi around Seireitei was quite potent remarkably as Byron had a better sensory of things, and not to mention that he felt an increase of his Reiryoku, though Reiatsu was at an all time low so to help keep a better grip on things, and due to the fact his entire visit was uninvited and perhaps viewed as a hostile act. Now in this realm, he is a Ryoka, and as such, he is enemy of Seireitei. Though he had avoided the Dangai tunnels through the usage of his dead friend there, the stealth element should be quite toppled to the denizens around the area and a disturbance would be sensed, as such, Byron had sought to look for a disguise.

The denizens of Rokungai district 80 were around and in a sort of shock. Some were smiling at the sight of a new opponent, the bloodthirsty denizens, whilst others were simply backing out. Though there was an inaudible barking in a language Byron does not understand, which is to say Japanese, he turned his gaze at the loud mouthed man... it seems it was a challenge he wants. Not one to refuse an occasion like this, Byron paced towards the man with the katana slickly formed by the liquid of his Doll/him, the enemy spreads his legs as he held his own blade at waist level, taking the Iaiju stance. The crowds of onlookers were quite plenty, the booing do-gooders, the cheering Yakuza-like elements encouraging their member, and then the silent shying bystanders. Though a long battle would seem to be the case, Byron stopped dead in his tracks, reached for his holster feigning the action of arming himself and answered the challenged with a finish by spitting in the man's face. As it traveled towards him, it formed into a blade which sped up and sunk itself between his eyes.

"Never bring a sword to a gunfight, old boy." The Mi6 agent taunted in his English, pacing over to the dead man as he waved his blade around threatingly, dispersing the crowds. A finishing touch followed by a blow of wind from his lips unto the smoke emerging from the blade. Inserting his pistol into his holster whilst dragging the man into a house to which the tenants fled. Minutes later, in a garb resembling an oversized Haori to which underneath it his military garb is cloaked, and his red beret concealed by a hood he is wearing over it. The only things which stands out are the boots but it is highly unlikely someone would pay attention to footwear. The Katana strapped to the sheathe he took off of the Shinigami's corpse, hung from his belt.

The Englishman continued onwards to make his way in his disguise to the highest points of building appearing in the vast distances present between Rokungai and Seireitei; his destination. Already well on his way to a vast space with little amount of buildings in the area labeled District 79.

Though walking towards Seireitei, Byron had found that Shinigami are already blockading the whole district to look for suspects. Fast and efficient as always the Englishman would think. Though he believes that his best ticket into Seireitei isn't dressed up as some Rokungai resident but rather, as a Shinigami. Thus he found himself obligated to steal a disguise from one of them. Problem is that he can't speak Japanese, at least not for now, and that he might as well act as a mute. They are donning clothing that are quite similar to ninja, several of them at least, but one of them has a standard Shinigami uniform that would prove most invaluable.

Pacing up to the Shinigami, under the persona of a mute person, Byron puts on a face of an agitated and concerned person, a facade which he plays quite well under. Pointing towards the direction of an isolated alleyway, though the Shinigami had not understood him at first, he nods, responding in a foreign language the Englishman doesn't know. Oblivious to the knowledge that Byron IS the intruder. But the hood provided the appearance of a leper or some sort of sick person to which it made him more liable to pitiful treatments.

From the alleyway, a single crack was heard but drowned out from the crowd's chatter. The British man had walked out with a new set of disguise of that of a Shinigami, his old set of clothing were discarded as the disguise was placed over his original clothing. His beret now seen along with his scarf, boots and black gloves, but at least those are seen as accessories, something quite common with the Shinigami. The second blade he had gotten, which used to be a Zanpakuto but the departed spirit of it's owner had left it vacant, and now a normal blade. Both swords were resting in two distinctive sheath, both on his obi sash hanging from the same side.

The man had continued his journey towards Seireitei once more, his Reiatsu low as usual, whilst another dead body was left in his wake, which would no doubt be discovered. The face mutilated beyond recognition as to slow down the pursuers of who their compatriot who died is, and to buy Byron a little more time to slip in. Byron himself smirking as always at how easy it is to dispatch the Shinigami if one puts up the face of helplessness.

Hironori sensed something was off. He was moving around the Rukongai region, following a trail of death. Being the only person in the area who could actually do something about it, the ninja captain took his time inspecting each dead body. Each one seemed to have an injury that is equivalent to a long-distance attack. The last victim he inspected was a Shinigami grunt, to be blunt, a lowly soldier. However he was dressed in ragged robes, as opposed to the regular Shinigami kimono that was customary. On further inspection, Hironori recognized the face of the man who laid there with what seemed to be a gunshot wound to the chest. The man was sent to the gates of the Rukongai under Hironori's orders, as extended training because he was doing poorly in his exercises. Lowering his mask, Hironori honours the fallen man with a kiss on the forehead, as a parting gesture. "I'm sorry you didn't get the chance to prove yourself, my friend," he says after covering his face with his mask and haori's hood. "In your next life, I wish you the best luck you can get, and don't you dare come back here until your life is a fulfilling one."

With that said, Hironori looks for the man's zanpakuto; the murderer must have taken it with him to complete his disguise. Gritting his teeth in silent anger, Hironori leaps with one powerful jump onto the gate, standing on the top of it to get a clear look over the whole entrance. However, with his sense of vengeance clouding his sight, he was overlooking everything: every detail, every nuance. He closes his eyes and centers himself, before opening his eyes and properly scanning the area. What catches his eye is a particularly lumbering Shinigami. Hironori leaps to the top of another wall and dashes with great quickness to another gate, to which the Shinigami seemed to go. Remembering the murderer's penchant for distance, Hironori moved quickly, appearing in front of the Shinigami as if he had just used his Shunpo.

"State your name, soldier," Hironori says in 5 languages, including fluent English. "There have been a few suspicious deaths in the Rukongai, and you were the last one I saw enter the Seireitei complex. Tell me about your whereabouts; I expect a strong and indisputable alibi." Hironori clearly saw the hole in the kimono the man was wearing. There was also an obvious bloodstain on the cloth as well. "Besides, if you expect to get away from me, you will lose; as the Captain of the 2nd Division, I am placing you under arrest in order for proper questioning." The reiatsu from this person was muted, almost subdued.

Byron trekked for a few miles before reaching a group of Shinigami, they lingered in that area and it appeared evident that they had been lingering there for some time. Byron thought at first it'd be wise to try and avoid them but what better place to hide than in plain sight? Byron's interest in this ploy led him to approach the group of Shinigami. Upon reaching them he overheard a conversation between two of them; a female and a male, both using a tone of slight annoyance. They spoke about one of their own running off in an attempt to pursue a Resident of Rukongai who picked his sash. When Byron walked up to them his arrival was met with stares of curiosity. Byron stood straight and confident then bowed slightly to submit a feigning of polite. A few seconds later he had apparently became old news and they continued with their conversation.

After waiting more than seventeen minutes, Byron was approached by one of the Shinigami, his walk towards Byron was one of caution as if he feared Byron in some small way. When he approached he spoke in Japanese. Byron didn't understand a word the man said and suddenly had to change his polite impression into one of a loner as he shifted his gaze from the man back to the ground. The conversations of the Shinigami had become a bit louder and a bit more drastic, then they started moving again; this time towards the gate to Seireitei which had previously been occupied by another Shinigami who's attire was complimented by a white Haori. He jutted off towards another end of the Rukongai before Byron had a chance to tranquilize/subdue and interrogate the said Shinigami. Once they approached the gate they weren't met with any opposition so they were within seireitei in seconds upon reaching the gate.

After entering Seireitei, Byron stealthily broke off from the group without being spotted by any of them or the group walking to intercept them. Byron's new task was either to reach the Central 46, or an archive of any sort to steal as much information on Seireitei as he could carry. He walked down several narrow walkways before reaching a garden like area occupied by one small shinigami female. Byron's new scheme hatched immediately as he quickly rushed up to the girl and grabbed her by her light blonde colored hair. He held her mouth to keep her from making too much noise and rushed into an office adjacent to the garden all the while allowing himself to dispense the gas buried within his skin. After 25 minutes of prepping for an interrogation (knocking her out immediately as he entered the office) he woke her up with a hard slap to her face. She opened her eyes and screamed before being interrogated by Byron.

After Hironori takes the strange person in, he can't help but notice a man in a red beret break from the group, slipping into a garden. He snap his fingers and, with great speed, a couple Black Ops soldiers appear next to him. "Take him into custody and have him questioned," Hironori tells them distinctly. Without another word, Hironori runs in the direction of the man with the red beret. He sees a booted foot duck into one of the rooms, so he follows close behind, hitting the brakes and using his shunpo to avoid the cloud of smoke. Waiting until the vapor dissipates, Hironori slowly reenters and draws a kunai dagger from its sheath. As soon as he hears the slap across the woman's face, Hironori dashes at a breakneck speed, appearing at the office's door, opening it quickly.

The woman screamed as Hironori opened the door, reacting to the sudden attempt at kidnapping and forced interrogation. "Hold it RIGHT THERE!" Hironori roars, holding the kunai pointed out to the man in the red beret; Hironori was using proper and fluent English. "Back away from the woman or I will skewer you with this knife. Move nice and slow. I am well-aware of the distance weapon you possess; it won't work."

Hironori only knew that there was a long range weapon, but he didn't know what it was. With his exceptional speed, he could easily have time to dodge the attack or even save the girl if he tried to kill her the same way this assassin killed those people, including one of his soldiers, in the Rukongai district. "If you move away from her, I can assure you that you might be deported from the Soul Society at the very least."

A man was standing tall on one of the buildings gazing out into the fields, he noticed every inch of change within his view. He could tell who the perpetrator was and even sense his race from the presence it held “hmm, a bounto, we don't get those often” he smiled with a nonchalant grin. His yellow eyes darted around as he watched the 2nd squad captain take care of things up to the point where he pointed the kunai at the man in the nice hat. This man was wearing the normal black shinigami robes with the white haori and the mark of 3rd squad on the back of his jacket. He was at utmost efficiency with shunpou as he dashed gracefully to the scene of the action, his blue hair darting through the Seireitei and appeared on top of the building right near them and simply dropped off of it, waltzing right in the line of fire between the two inside this room, not a feeling of fear. However his eyes quickly scanned the area he was still on guard even if it didn't look like it. Almost like a cat sleeping with an eye open, no tense or sign of combat, however ready for it in a blink of an eye.

“Hey hey now everyone, why not settle down” he smiled with a small sweat drop on his forehead. Taking this situation a little bit to lightly. He only had a view of it, he would still need to be informed on what exactly was this person doing here, was he just here for chaos. His hand was instinctively resting very gently on the hilt of his katana. He was suppressing most of his spiritual energy as normal

Byron's interrogation had gotten complicated but it was quite expected. After all the wench just had to shout and alert everyone of her peril, which Byron painstakingly placed her in. He held her by the neck as her first savior entered the room incredibly swift with not a moments hesitation as he armed himself. He tried to disarm Byron with information he obtained somehow. Byron was taken back by this but he was not disarmed and had a proper plan in play. Without warning he attempted to kill the girl by squeezing the life out of her but was interrupted again by another being who carelessly entered the room as if he had just accidentally walked in on his parents having an argument. Byron was timid enough by the warning he obtained from the first Shinigami but after this shinigami entered; the Gas that had already filled the room and left a trail from within the room to the spot where Byron had abducted the girl ignited and within an instant flames filled the room and set the garden outside ablaze. Byron's actions were far from covert and now probably attracted the attention of at least several shinigami. He did not care to find out; although the flames within kept him from seeing ahead he was able to use an inexplicable sense to feel his way through to a now weakened structure wall and he was able to silently force his way through unto the other side.

Upon exiting the room he was met by several shinigami figures who didn't know what to make of the situation. Byron took advantage of their ignorance and gestured towards the flaming room, he carried the charade of being mute as the shinigami drew their blades and ran around to the front of the complex in an attempt to figure out what was going on. Byron stood upright and felt accomplished as they did so, under the impression that he dispatched of two shinigami Captains, after smugly holding his stance for a few seconds he used the information given to him by his captive and made his way towards the 12th Division.

The explosion of pure flame was a surprise. Not getting a chance to save the girl, Hironori quickly uses his Shunpo to escape before the fire so much as singed his haori. He already knew that the girl was a 12th Division member, recognizing her face from the records he tirelessly studied over. Appearing on top of a wall, looking down on the Bount, he throws four shuriken in his path, stopping him in his tracks. Hironori appears in front of him, his zanpakuto now drawn. "You're lucky, Bount," he says, in fluent English. "You should feel honoured. My friend here usually stays sheathed unless it is a pesky opponent that needs a proper beatdown. Shikai is too good for you; show me that you deserve further honour. As an assassin, you wouldn't know the definition of such a word. En garde."

Hironori dashes forward, his haori dissolving to reveal his full ninja outfit (as seen in his profile). With a quick burst of speed, Hironori disappears with the amount of speed he has. He reappears to attempt delivering a knee to the Bount's stomach, using the hang time to pivot and bring his sword down across his shoulders. If this hits or is blocked, Hironori would use the extra energy in his aggressive attack to go for an ax kick to the Bount's ribs. If he dodges or parries, Hironori will grab one of his shuriken and throw it at the Bount's chest, aiming for where the heart should be.

Whatever reason for the Bount's presence, it wasn't good. They were not allowed to be in the Seireitei, let alone in the Soul Society. He would have to be chased out or killed, either option working for Hironori, who had the strength and speed advantage in this case.

This man was a bit pissed after the fire engulfed the room scorching his robe, he shunpou'ed out from the roof how could he have been that careless as to not even know the gas, he noticed the trail that both the 2nd squad captain and the bount dashed to. He shunpou'ed behind the bount with his hand in the air and brought down on his back. Normally dull finger nails would have been felt rubbing against the back however instead claws would have ripped at the flesh such as a cat, right after the strike was finished he shunpou'ed near the 2nd squad captain, finally getting his cool back as he released a sigh. His elbow rested on the hilt of the blade and his finger nails looked normal as to what it felt however they would have blood on them if the strike was successful.

“Who is this man” he mumbled to the 2nd squad captain. As where that captain would use no shikai, he himself would probably not even need shikai with his physical abilities. He released his suppression on his energy allowing a large amount of spiritual pressure to flood the area he let out a smile with his teeth slowly growing more fang like and sharpened and his claws grew from his nails. His eyes seemed to slit and glow just as well.

Byron's long walk had been interrupted by the passing of several more shinigami. They ran down the narrow walkway holding their blades drawn towards the site of the incident. Byron obtained a curious glance from them as they passed him but he ignored them and eventually they moved on. Byron stopped and started wheezing, his running had started to tire him out and it was heavily evident by his heavy sweating. He grinned when he saw the approaching Captain and turned to walk in the opposite direction but was caught off guard when ninja throwing stars whizzed into his path. He halted and heard the Captain insult Byron's understanding/intellect. Byron hadn't processed his opponents' words thoroughly, he had other thing's on his mind such as how he should proceed after killing his opponent off personally and it had been evident that his other victim was still living if he held the same status as the Shinigami before him. Byron looked up and sighed as his opponent ran at Byron with his blade drawn. Byron was in no mood for melee combat but it appeared evident that his opponent was going in for the kill, Byron lifted his hand forward facing his opponent just as he rushed in for an attack; his opponent seemed as if he was to engage Byron in a honorable duel but Byron didn't want to disappoint the man so soon.

"The weirdo's out there have the intent of selling wine to yoo's alien freaks!I am doing this for your own good!" Byron shouted with a grin on his face shooting forward a torrent of liquid from within his sleeve. The mass of liquid grew large within an instant; large enough to engulf the shinigami's entire body as he approached. The edges of the tip of the torrent started spraying every which way skyward so that it started raining liquid just above Byron and his opponent. Within this torrent a blade was concealed cunningly shooting straight at his opponent. Byron lifted his free arm up to intercept only the incoming blade in an unstanced manner. Finally the other Captain came giving Byron less room to work with as the Captain attempted to claw at his back to remove flesh. Byron turned his head to face the Captain after narrowly evading the first Shinigami's knee blow and prompted himself in a stance between the two just before the Shinigami swung his blade at Byron and found himself in the perfect position; one that would allow for a swift end to this conflict. He prompted himself against the wall quickly, avoiding the Shinigami's clawing, and Scissored into the air; each foot dripping with an orange liquid which quickly formed into blades aimed at piercing the bodies of his attackers.

His attack on the second Shinigami however missed as he moved to side with the other shinigami who had now threw another ninja star at Byron, aimed at his chest. It's trajectory was thrown off by the heavy rain above and instead whizzed past his stomach without so much as scratching him. Byron quickly pressed his right hand against a plate of liquid that hovered in the air formed by him to twist his right foot and to have it aiming to come down on the Captains head. His left hand still unmoved on it's original path; the Shinigami's solar plexus.

Hironori was slightly impressed by the Bount's slipperiness. He obviously wouldn't last in hand-to-hand combat, hence his use of liquid. Hironori did smell something funny in the air; it resembled the same scent that suddenly led to the conflagration he barely escaped. "You want ranged combat," he says, drying off his zanpakuto under his arm and sheathing it before it was saturated further with the flammable liquid, "that's fine by me." Hironori draws 5 shuriken for each hand and 4 kunai, one for each finger on one hand. Before he throws them, however, he feels something cut into his skin. With that, he starts to dodge the raindrops as best he could, emitting some reiatsu to act as a barrier to make sure the bladed drops would, at best, scratch him.

While bobbing and weaving past the bladed drops, Hironori begins throwing the shuriken as hard as he can. As the one he threw before became weighed down with the density of the liquid this Bount emitted, he would have to show off his throwing arm. Each shuriken spun with great force, breaking through and breaking past most of the dense raindrops. They were aimed at, and held their target to, the seven chakra points of the body. If Hironori didn't kill him, he'd neuter the bastard. If the Bount takes any of the shuriken or blocks them, he would be forced back into the wall behind him. If the Bount dodges or uses his fluidic defense, Hironori would counter by throwing two of his kunai, aimed for each shoulder. With a very thin, almost invisible, string, he ties two of the kunai together and throws them like bolas, aiming for the Bount's neck. The string is strong, like pure spider's silk, and can cut through the Bount's dense fluid, unless made to be more dense. If the string gets around the Bount's neck, it would act as a garrote, wrapping tightly around his throat and, with the kunai embedded in the wall, pinning him in place. If there is an attempt to block with a limb, the limb will be immobilized, almost cut off. If there is an attempt to block with the fluid as a shield, the kunai will, through momentum, come around the shield and be targeting the Bount's head, the thread cutting down the shield. With this opening, Hironori dashes forward and leaps straight up, only to intercept the Bount's attack at his head and solar plexus. Hironori catches the right foot and left hand in each hand, throwing him aside.

The appearance of the 3rd Division captain, whatever his name is since Hironori didn't have the time to ask or learn, got in Hironori's way a bit. He was feeling a bit temperamental about the intrusion on his fight with this Bount, but with these abilities that can affect the area around them both, an extra hand never hurt. This Bount wanted something, and, if he was captured, it would be Hironori's responsibility, as leader of the 2nd Division and the Black Ops division, to find out through interrogation.

The rain began to fall just as Temida disappeared, he appeared left of the bount slashing his claw at the shoulder still in motion, he spun around and raised a kick at the right side of the neck and flipped into the air landing 10feet away form this bount. “My name is Temida Xios” he smiled speaking fluent English. He flexed his fingers and dashed out again. He shunpou'ed 2 feet from the bounto and reappeared less than an inch crouched rising one claw in an upper cut, at the same time extending his fist on his other hand into the man's gut. He was gonna toy with this man a bit, using light movements he began to shift around the bounto, almost as if he were dancing circles slashing a claw after another from each side.

He slide around and aimed a knee to the gut along with clawing at the face trying to get a nice scratch at the man's head. He kept close range making sure to avoid any attacks at him, always on guard with his surroundings. He then did something most captains would never do, he shunpou'ed behind the bount opened his mouth and chomped down with his sharpened fangs at the shoulder of the bounto, the fangs as hard as shinigami steel as with his claws.

Byron was chased down by a barrage of attacks, these Captains were not confident to Byron in the way that they both attacked him with such movements as if they knew one or two hits wouldn't be sufficient. Byron had not underestimated a for since he began fighting, so he didn't want a single hit to land if he could help it. The barrage of Shuriken aimed at Byron were thwarted once again; not by the rain this time but by the torrent that separated Byron from the Shinigami Captain. The same torrent slammed into the Captain with enough force to push him back and thwart his attempt at further attack on Byron. The blade concealed within the Torrent had met it's mark and stabbed into the chest of the Captain immediately upon impact of him and the torrent, by Byron did not know that and attempted a follow up attack when he was attacked by the other Shinigami Captain with the claw on his hand. He was unprepared for a side attack but not capable of fighting back; He gave up on his onslaught at the other Captain and planted his feet on the ground in time to intercept the Captains first attack with another blade levitating in front of Byron. While this blade stopped the attempt on Byron's left shoulder he was powerless against the follow up attack which connected flawlessly immediately upon stopping with the claw.

It connected with his next and sent him sliding on the ground to the right; fortunately the other Captain had been within range of his first attack as well as it had rained over Byron and his Shinigami Captain Foe which meant that it had also rained on the second Captain when he was engaged in melee combat with Byron. After the Torrent settled; it became apparent that his opponent's were now drenched in the liquid Byron had spewed all over the field, their robes were dripping and their skin; wet. Byron held on to his neck and thought about how he should react to the attack but decided that it'd be best to ignite when his opponent introduced himself. Both Shinigami lit on fire and but Byron had the problem of his other opponent sending an upper cut at Byron's chin and a straight punch that had extended towards his stomach. Byron Had no where to back up as he was already close to the wall so instead he spun around while shifting to the left to avoid the first set of melee attacks and grabbing the blade that hovered in the air then swung at the mans midsection horizontally.

Hironori takes the hit to the chest from the wall of liquid, interrupting any of his attacks after attempting to throw his kunai. However, he felt a sharp poke against his one pectoral muscle. He didn't get enough time to get away, the blade digging deeper into his flesh. He leaps away before the Bount stabs into a vital organ. Clutching his chest, Hironori takes his kunai and throws one at the Bount, aiming for the blade he attempts to use to counter Temida's attack. Without another word, Hironori can feel a great amount of heat engulfing his body; the liquid is flammable, as Hironori had predicted, and the Bount was directly connected to it.

With a great leap up into the air, Hironori pulls off an impressive number of aerial spins and flips, the cool of the air above the flames and the lack of breathable air (yes he can jump that high, with an added boost with his inexperienced Shunpo) effectively dousing most of the flames. He pats out the rest as he comes down. Finding his outfit in tatters, including his mask, Hironori is forced to duck out of the combat zone.

((There, done.))

A strange liquid came down and the man could smell its flammability. It was an easy fix, he gripped on his zanpakuto and slashed it out as fast as he could, pretty much forcing his arm into shunpou with the flat edge of the blade almost blowing away some of the liquid at the same time releasing for strength spiritual pressure that blasts away the remaining liquid as it all set fire harmlessly around him. As fast as he slashed his blade he put it back into the sheath and stared through the flames at his target. He was pretty much now serious, it would take some major convincing to turn this into just a talk. He continued his combo at at the slash to his mid section, he merely blocked it with his claws. “what... are you doing here?” he said with a tone of angry clearly in his voice.

Byron's attacked was halted by the Man's Claw, easily Byron had noticed as the two were now facing each other. Byron withdrew his blade and took a few steps back, while the Captain was apparently upset with the Bount and his actions; Byron dropped his blade unto the ground and it melted into a puddle of liquid beneath both Byron and his attacker. This was a precaution; he wanted to pull off an instant attack to blindside his opponent when this conversation went south. Byron's only course of action was to fool the Captain to believing his sole purpose of being here was beneficial to his health, and it would be easy as his opponent spoke English.

Byron cleared his throat, uncaring to glance at the retreating Captain, Byron considered that he was going to get reinforcements since the Captain had been pierced in the chest by one of Byron's attacks; but Byron was starting to expend his juices and would soon have to use his doll's secondary function to escape. Byron was breathing hard; his melee capability was lacking and he pushed his physical body too far; but his stamina was rebuilding thanks to all of the surrounding reishi within Seireitei.

"They call me Dandy, It's given to mi by mi mum, she didn't care about my stability so you know how it goo's, listen, we needs to get to ya seven, no twelve division. Yoo's be expectin' a mutiny when you shouldn't and expect a meeting when you should, yer date's are all waxed and cleave into the bark of the wrong tree." Byron's accent has changed several times during his moment of dialog. "yoo's aliens need to help me build the bestest arms for you to bare, or Seireitei will be in combine." Byron tried mustering much seriousness as he could but couldn't help thinking of how funny this predicament had been. Byron tried looking for any incoming shinigami, and found none in sight.

Well, communication seems pointless at this rate. Temida could not understand a bit of his slang. He was a bit dumbfounded and had no Idea “What the fuck are you saying” he completed his thoughts in words. “Lose the slang, I can't even make out your words” he kept his sword unsheathed, he didn't know if this would just be a trap to catch him off guard or what have you. This man seemed insane. Despite this man obviously regaining strength, Temida had so much more at his disposal, even when not in shikia, his spiritual energy was strong enough to make it seem as such.

He took a stop back to look around noticing the goop, could be a sneak attack, he would wait however. This man was pretty much already on his shit list, If he didn't translate soon, things could get very ugly for him.

(Sorry not that big of a post, I literally couldn't translate the slang xD)

Byron scratched his head, allowing some dandruff to sprinkle off, in confusion. The shinigami spoke perfect English but it seemed he didn't understand too much of what Byron said. Perhaps his understanding of the language went one way; speaking it. Byron decided that he would have to continue their fight from earlier and proceeded to reach into his pocket quickly, when he did so he grabbed unto something he forgot he had, he didn't know he put it in the kimono when he switched his outfits. He pulled it out quickly in case the shinigami was about to try and take him out for reaching into his pocket so suddenly; and he held it up so the shinigami could see it. It was a rectangular object shaped out of clay. There was a professional symbol on it reading; 'C4'.

Byron hoped it would change the atmosphere of the battle and then spoke. "One of yoo alien mocks dabbled in mi flat, obtained sum large clumps of this device and left. I tracked about half of tha lot here, the other half I suppose went to the other alien land of sand and monsters with facial constructs. Yoo can't understand that then understand this mate" Byron pointed a finger at the device in his hand and said loudly; "BOOM!" he then put it back in his pocket and folded his arms awaiting the shinigami's response.

Temida was in confusion at what he was talking about but his mind slowly grasped the knowledge. Flat…that normally meant house and he was guessing aliens were meant to be…him? He was piecing it together slowly not liking doing this for it provides false assumptions. The sand, that must be Heuco Mundo. But what would they want with C4, a cero was much more powerful and easier to manage. No sneaking around with it. There was no way that would be any use. Temida’s guard was dropped minor when the bount said boom and he jumped a tad. His reflexes were top so random threats of danger would give him a jolt. He wasn’t sure what was gonna happen next though. “So you found C4 in your house and trailed it back to here? There is no reason we would have such an item. Us SHINIGAMI” he emphasized “Can create blasts stronger than that with ease.” He looked at him curiously.

Byron was a bit relieved that his words got through to the shinigami, and it seemed apparent that he wanted not to believe the words of the Bount at this moment. Byron sighed and then received the puddle beneath his and the shinigami's feet. It collected into his hand and then withdrew into his sleeves. Byron then placed his hands in his pocket and shrugged his shoulders. "It not mi duty to convince yoo of shit you shinobi ninja master alien!" Byron himself didn't know if he just insulted the man or called him by his proper name. "I'm here to retrieve the 'splosives you aliens took. I could care less about what yoo's offerin' me assistance to submerge this mutiny, I'm here to get back my equipment. I was tryin' to do it without ya ruckus and squables but two annoying aliens kept chasing me and derailing me from my simple in and out retrieval."

Byron was now pretty upset that the alien was a bit narrow minded to his lies and deceit.

Temida chuckled, he couldn't help to think this man thought they couldn't solve their own problems, and that he was dumb enough to fall for a pack of C-4. The liquid retrieved Temida made his internal report in his head. This man was an English bount. The slang he couldn't understand but it was the accent he had. He was a bount due to the fact no energy was sensed from him. This man could control liquids of many kinds from what Temida has seen, including turning his own blade into goop. And this man thought what was in here was his own, it wasn't these explosives that this man pointed out. It had to be here for Reconnaissance of some sort. Only organization that had Bount's in them happened to be the Coalition, he may watch their steps for awhile to see if this man was rogue or part of the group. “ Leave here now I don't care what we got, Next time I see ya, ima kill ya.”

Byron's patience was being tested; he gave this man no proof that he'd been lying and no reason not to believe him as far as he could tell, this man was obviously some sort of god who could tell anything about anything and through that Byron continued walking. He shook his head in disagreement then turned to face the humanoid creature while walking backwards. "The evidence is evident, yoo better believe I can take ya on and I will most likely kill yoo. My intent is to get my devices back, I dun wan An-E trouble; but if you refuse to help me, at least stay out of my way." Byron used a timid tone of voice to sound aggressive. He was prepared to kill the shinigami in an instant, but a sudden feeling took over him and he instead decided that it'd be best if he were to depart at this moment and return when the presence of shinigami and Captain alike were low. Byron had no idea when that would be but his specialty was gaining information. So the puddle beneath him had became a polar reverse of a waterfall hiding his presence within; within an instant Byron Ignited the liquid so that a pillar of fire extended about 25 feet into the air.