Drop the Sake [Jingu]

Oh man, what time was it? Lost in a swirl of drunkenness that made her lose all sense of time and place, Kenpachi sipped more alcohol. She had one of the best records in the division for holding her own when it came to liquor. Far from lightweight, she had long ago shed the preconceived notion that women could not stand among men when it came to drinking. As the other Juichibantai members slumbered in barrels, this image would only prove as such.

With her back against the wall, Kenpachi sat upon a tall and wide barrel with her knee drawn halfway to her chest. She rested one arm lazily over the propped up knee and held a drink in the other. At this point in time, she functioned in every day settings without any sign of being affected by her loss of vision. No, the only time the ailment proved worrisome now was in battle -- a feat she was currently working on.

The sound of Hattori's voice made her groan. He always found her, man. And now she was going to have to sit through an hour-long monologue about how her actions would be consequential. She slumped against the wall even further and dropped her hand to let it dangle by the barrel. "Fuuucckk me," she droned.

She was only half-listening when he spoke. The cloud of drunkenness that shrouded her being was like a plague spreading across her. When her Fukutaichou uttered his little bit of information finally, she stirred. Sobriety seized her, and she dropped her drink to the floor. These days, there wasn't really anything that drove her other than the thought of finding that Quincy and seeing if he was really tough shit or if he relied on pathetic magic tricks to dupe stronger opponents. Plus, she wanted to deal him a little payback, too.

An eye for an eye.

"We're leaving immediately, Hattori." She slid down from the barrel and walked past him. She collected the saliva in her mouth and spit the remaining taste of alcohol to the side. "Does Hinaai know of this?" she inquired as she walked. She was sure the Captain Commander would have a few things to say about her ditching her division and Shinigami allies to go get in a fight with some Quincy in the human world.

Oh man, Kenpachi was pumped. This was the best news she had heard in a long time. Her drunken stupor now long gone, she was filled with an absolute blood lust that resonated and circulated within her. The wide, animalistic smile on her face gave way to her barbaric nature. She was a fiend that couldn't be satiated even with death. As she walked alongside Hattori, she didn't give a shit about not knowing how to get there. She just wanted to get their fast. "So we're just going to threaten them to open up the Senkaimon. If they won't do it, we'll cut their dicks off."

It was the Kidoshu who regulated passage through the senkaimon, and Kenpachi didn't particularly like dealing with their bitch asses. Especially since she had beef with their Commander. After all, he was the reason why the Quincy who blew up her eyes got away in the first place. As she walked, her thoughts returned to that battle. Wolfgang probably wasn't worth the chase. After all, Kenpachi had had twenty percent of her power limited by the seal placed on her in the human realm. And she also still kept a massive amount of her pressure bottled inside. The Quincy had magic, and that was about it. But she could hope, couldn't she? She could hope that he would prove to be a formidable fighter. And...

Kenpachi was already losing faith, so she distracted her thoughts back to the present. "Or maybe we'll just kill them in the first place. I doubt anyone would miss the fuckers."