Viktors Unwinding [Theocelese/Pm for Invite]

Humans Are Such Easy Prey



Shiro wasn't the only one milling about Karakura, hoping to not be detected by the other. Just as he did in Hueco Mundo, Las Noches, and even the Zaraki District, Theocelese took matters of justice into his own hands. Would he cast an old man off the highest mountain in all of Japan for avenging the murder of his wife? No. That was far from his intentions and in fact, he'd go through the troubles of making sure that old man could live without the threats of police interference. As a man who was soon about to have vengeance for the love taken from him, that kind of retribution could only respected. The exact kind of people he was after this night were the ones society could do without. Brothers, sons, nephews, uncles and the like related to some gang that preyed on those who were otherwise good and honest people. Those three in particular were close to ganging up on one Viktor Hallstrom, but it was decided they'd get in their petty thrills at a later date. After all, there were more bars to rip off, young girls to take advantage of, and small stores to hold at gun point. The latter two most reasons happened to be the calling for the former-mortal to render brutal judgment upon them. He didn't care about unpaid tabs, that was on the barkeep to collect.



Umiji Ujihara

Toshiteru Geya

Toyomi Fukada



All three were marked for death this night, and it would send the message that the one who hunted down the miscreants and trash that humanity provided returned to take back the pound of flesh so many others could not have done so themselves. In his time as both a married man and a widower, he'd taken to the streets at night to do what regular lawmen could not. There was a lull when he'd died those years ago, and for some time, the gangers were safe to do as they pleased. He returned once in the faux body provided by Seran, and once again, the lords of the crime world shuddered in fear. He'd been given many names by them, the superstitious nature of the Japanese giving each new alias a nice ring. Theocelese liked Kyōfu no sakenomi the best. It suited what this was all about, and whatever it was that made his splitting headaches reach maddening states took comfort in this task. The dull throbs ebbed, weakening to subtle taps that only happened now and again. Was it the work of a corrupted Achilles, or rather, the Hollowfied and warped mentality of that persona, who wanted this? Theocelese didn't know. Didn't care.



Sitting atop one of the many roofs in the area, Theocelese remained crouched like a mountain cat on the prowl. Though he was now a spirit, his essence resided in something those in Las Noches called a Shigai. Similar to a Shinigami's Gigai, it allowed him to enter a fake body, completely different in appearance from his own. His presence would have even felt like a human, and he did his best to keep that suppressed. The nobleman's garments and armor belied the true intentions held for the three ruffians, but his axe, Noxa, spoke truth. He hadn't cleaned the individual teeth of the chain weapon in some time as a preparation for this. The Arrancar wanted them to take one look at his new favored armament and drown in despair.



Theocelese took note of the young man with obvious European characteristics, and also wasn't a fool to recognize Shiro in the streets. Seemed school was not quite in line with what she wanted to focus on at the moment. So be it. Theocelese pushed off the building, the still night air remaining unmolested even when he took flight, and only when he landed behind the trio were any sounds made. The soft thudding of boots against concrete, and metal scraping against stone. It didn't take more than a glance after turning around for them to know who it was that stalked them this night, and that, in turn, caused the three to split ranks and run.



Good.



He needed a chase tonight anyways.