White Plains [Open]

Going Home

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A shifting mass in the treeline's couldn't be seen slinking in the shadows, skulking about where he had no business being. It was the day--his stomach turned to butterflies as he saw them on the horizon--two lone figures saturated in reiatsu. Shinigami reiatsu. Salvation was here at last; finally, he may return home. But to his discerning eye--one whose power far outstripped any of the other two's--had a malicious intent in his posture; not wholly strange for two Shinigami to be at odds with eachother, he merely found it unusual to take such quarrels here of all places; had they no place better to convene these interactions?

Or was one acting conspicuous--perhaps giving away something for Seishiro to identify them by?

Why is that one dressed in such a discrete outfit? Nobody wears that as a uniform...

The thought of a massive civil dispute breaking out at right that moment was incomprehensively maddening to Seishiro; What--a century in this Hell hole--and the first people that show up don't even value their own lives--how magnificently upsetting this day turned out to be. But what caught his attention most was the figure clad in a white captain's haori--could it really be?--there was only one way he was going to find out. Enveloping himself in his reiatsu, he slipped into Bakudou #26: Kyokko [Bent Light]. His cloak alone managed to disguise his reiatsu quite well when necessary, and it worked in combination with his kidou in order to nigh completely remove his trace from their range of perception. A ghost of the man that came here nearly a century ago, he was transformed by his time here; his wisdom gleaned from the argent sands would serve him well in his final hours in the nightmarish realm of Hueco Mundo.

Las Noches loomed in the distance, in all of its glory it never looked so out of place; A lone white castle-fortress built in the middle of the desert. Suffice it to say that their surroundings were all too well within range of the castle's watch towers. Seishiro couldn't risk walking about in plain sight, else he'd risk dooming himself to being spotted. It was unwise of these two Shinigami to be blundering about so recklessly; there were creatures here that laughed at the sight of carnage, basked in the blood of children. What was their petty quarrel going to accomplish either of them when they were locked up in Las Noches as prisoners of war.

The hour of his departure rapidly approached--just as he inevitably neared his targets who would be largely unaware of his proximity to them--a healthy ten meters away from them--where he simply stood attentive to their conversation and--once they both made their first utterances, he announced his own presence to them suddenly; intent on seeming as friendly and amiable as possible, despite his suspicious use of Kyokko to sneak up on either of them. There was war to be had--but not amongst eachother--their enemy lay restless within Las Noches' inner sanctums. Inclined on leaving this place, he spoke to both of them in turn.

" I'm not one to talk--but I am rather curious how either of you came to be here. If either of you could get me out of here though, I'm sure there'd be a commendation from the Kido Corps in it for you--or I'll have to sweeten the deal for you myself. We're all on the same team here, right? I don't think any of us would want this to get... too noisy " In saying this he would shift out of his Kyokko to stand visibly before them for a moment--they were both facing eachother ahead of where he stood, though he would assuredly garner their attention with this unusual form of introduction.

" Ah, where are my manners? My name is Seishiro Itagaki--I've been stuck here for... quite some time--and I'm eargerly trying to get back. So, which one of you wants to call it a day and... head back to Soul Society? I could use some sunshine in my life right about now. " The gravity of the situation hadn't quite gripped him yet; they had seemed so determined to brawl a moment ago, but they were certainly allies in some shape or form. He wasn't keen on this getting ugly, his innermost desire was to get the Hell back to the Kido Corps and resolve his concurrent issues with Shi'kuyo, who was undoubtedly the first person he needed to see.

I hope these guys aren't meatheads like those Eleventh Division guys. Hopefully they're decent folk; I'm tired of dealing with monsters for one lifetime. A dejected sigh escaped from his lips as he shifted his weight from one foot to the next, anxious to leave... Now.

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