Unexpected encounters (INV)

Karakura Town was having a relativly quiet day, sure there were rain cloud overhead and the usual bustle of shops below. But other than that, quiet. This was of course, from the perspective of people who had to deal with a lot worse than the odd shoplifter.

Rising from the streets below was a mixture of baking goods, the publics dinners, restaurants, possibly a backed up sewege drain. It was hard to tell with all the strange things humans cooked. The smells curled upwards, drifting over the empty slate rooftops. A crack of thunder from the distance covered the noise of a man appearing. Nothing one second, there the next, like a ghost. Dressed in a long black kimono, sword at his side.

Rumour had it that a band of hollow were going to attack tonight under cover of rain. Like that would stop Yorishou Kiyoshi, shinigami of the 11th squad. And should it be added, cannot even get wet. Certain powers he held stopped it, the same powers that kept him clean on the rooftops.

Surveying the crowd below, he picked out various people while wandering from rooftop to rooftop. Wondering what thier lives were like. A little old lady looking at handbags, a boy smoking...something. In an alleyway accross from the shops. He followed the alleyway down to a quieter area of houses just past the shops.

Kids playing on bikes, girl in a wheelchair, powerful spiritual human pimp helping her, mums talking on thier phones even though they are out together. The list of people would go on and on, very little intere-hold up. Powerful human pimp?

His eyes circled back, no mistake. Even from this range he could sense...something. 'Stepping' to the rooftop above them to see what they were talking about. He was not usually nosy, but this had certainly piqued his interest. From first looks, it seemed as though the man was offering to help. But he could just as easily be holding a gun and trying to mug the kid.

"Perfectly fine.  I just find myself getting a bit nosy when I'm having a good day.  It only seems right to pass along the good vibes, no?"

His smile never faded, and his movements were still simple and precise.  He watched her rolling along for a few seconds, before his gaze seemed to grow almost...detached, distant.  It was hard to tell exactly -what- he was looking at, though he was still staring in Eevee's direction.  He could tell all too easily that this girl was perturbed by his presence; that merely speaking to a man dressed so oddly was putting her on edge, and more importantly putting her guard up.  Yaksha hated it when people had their guards up around him.

He remained quite content to stand where he was, simply allowing the hustle and bustle of the realm to wash over him, allowing his senses to stretch outwards.  It was a trick he'd learned long ago, a way to be in many places of the crowd at once.  He never picked up more than snippets, but...snippets were enough.  The infinite comfort of background noise overwhelmed him; the pack surrounded Yaksha, consumed him.  He sometimes wondered why he was even bothering with all of these lofty, gaudy shows.  He wondered why he was so very determined to do these silly things.

Ah, there it was.  The perfect example, right before his eyes; the girl had already begun to walk across the crosswalk, perhaps spooked by Yaksha and his...oddities.  He couldn't exactly blame her, at least not at this moment.  He -was- far too pale, and his choice of outfit today was nothing short of ridiculous.  But there was no denying that bolting just because one was spooked was, even at the best of moments, a bad decision in civilized society.  Bolting when you couldn't even properly walk?  That was very nearly suicide.  A few people turned their heads to watch and see what was going on, to get some idea of why this young girl was hoping for.  There was no way she thought-

Crash.

One of the cars had smashed directly into an enormous tile of stone, that had appeared to drop from the very sky.  It would've looked, to all the world, as if someone had just dropped it from one of the high floors of a nearby building, at just the right time.  It had fallen down just perfectly to screen off Eeevee from the approaching vehicle, which had luckily been in the process of slowing when it did strike.  Two tons of truck smashed into a few hundred pounds of stone going a little under thirty miles an hour, twisting its grille and spattering the entire surrounding area with tiny fragments of stone.  The murmuring was already turning into screaming, and the vehicles were now screeching to their halts, one after the other.

And all throughout, Yaksha simply remained at his spot right by the stairs, one hand raised ever so slightly into the air.  The girl almost certainly would've been too distracted to notice a slab of stone literally appearing in the air just above her, but no one could ignore the impact it had made.  Or the one it had prevented.  He gave it a long, slow count of three, and then began to walk towards the scene, his voice rich, confident, and utterly used to being in control.  It was the kind of voice that one expected to hear in emergencies like this, perfectly assured and poised.

"Get away from the street please!  Everybody find a nice spot to sit down, and wait for the paramedics.  You likely won't feel anything for a few minutes even if you did get hit with debris, but you'll feel it for a few weeks after!  So let's all just take a deep breath, and sort it all out.  You there, gawking.  With your phone.  You know how to call the police, right?  The scene won't change in the 30 seconds it takes you to get them some -help-."

He turned directly towards Eevee, his smile almost triumphant now, as he rose his brow.

"You have the devil's own luck.  Has anyone ever told you that?"

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Name: Tren De Piedra (Train Of Stone)
Class: Hollow Technique
Type: Offensive/Defensive
Range: 30 meters
Tier: V
Description: Condensing a large mass of reiryoku into the air in front of them, the user ends up conjuring a 10 foot high, 10 foot wide, 20 foot long block of solid, gray rock. With but a simple flexing of the user's reiatsu, the stone block is propelled forwards at around the speed of a Cero, causing very high impact damage with even a glancing blow, very similar to a train.

Yorishou would have liked to say he left because of the atmosphere or the being blatantly ignored even though the girl practically went through him if he had not turned at the last second. But it was the singing. He did not mind singing, he did not mind music in general. But there was something strange and uncomfortable about a pimp singing love songs to a disabled girl lying in a pile of bin bags.

Getting out his ss phone, he took a few quick pictures of the man and the concrete block for his report with a doft click. This would be hard to explain when he got back, but for now he had a mission he was sent here to do. And those hollow would not kill themselves, no matter how hard he prayed. The problem with hollow, was they could be sneaky things, sometimes you could be a few feet from one staring it in the face and never even notice.

He cast one last look over the scene, believing his survey here to be done. And started walking back out of the alleyway, the phone stowed away in his left inner pocket. A light tap of rain fell, the start of a downpour if his long career as a tv primetime weatherman had anything to say about it.

Yaksha's eyes had been fixated for Eevee for perhaps the past ten seconds, just waiting for a twitch, for some sign of response or life in her.  He almost looked lost in the experience...but the moment he heard the sound of a phone being withdrawn, his gaze flickered.  To Yorishou, there wouldn't have been a single iota of warning; his pupils never even shifted to his side, but there was a sudden crushing sense of recognition, a feeling that he had just been struck by a spotlight, and was in the process of being dissected.  Yaksha rose a hand ever so slowly, and as he did it could be felt pulsating out in slow, undulating waves and rings.  A nauseating, greasy sensation that would've been intimately familiar to Yorishou...and coming from a mortal, at that.

The manacles of pure quintessential dread clamped down on his wrists, prepared to hold him in place for minutes or even hours if Yaksha willed it.  He finally turned, exhaling slowly, and speaking once more.  This time his voice was a little less polite, a little more...frayed at the edges.  It seemed, in fact, that he was trying quite hard to hide how angry or disappointed he was.  He took a step or two towards Yorishou, his hand rising upwards slowly, poised to pluck the phone from his hand.  He didn't move with a sense of urgency, nor did he seem to carry any ill intent.  The lazily writhing waves of fear were simply...there.

"You know, I'd accept such behavior from a human.  They're all too socially stunted by their apps and their phone games.  Most hardly even understand how to actually -talk- to one another anymore.  I'm told it's something to do with the way their brains work.  Humans only have the capacity to have...fifty, perhaps sixty real friends at any given time.  I suppose, in that aspect, I'm a bit of an oddity.  And you are as well, shinigami.  So please?  Don't insult me like this.  Could you at least...try and pretend you have something resembling a heart?  For me?  A girl is hurt, and I'm trying to make sure she's alright.  It somehow seems this girl is -also- spiritually aware, so it may even be we have a mutual interest here.  So how about we start with introductions, and then we can all pretend we're friends for a little bit?"

Was he here to help humans? Yes. Was he here to protect them? Yes. He was not here to listen to a pre-pubescent girl whine about her first world problems. He was meant to defend humankind, not be thier emotional councelor. As such, her voice took the place of an mild drone in his ear until something interesting was said. It was not that he was being rude, it was something the 11th had beaten into him. They had no place for soppy or self pity emotions, it was deemed "unmanly" and punished harshly.

A smile crept onto his lips at the mans comment though, followed by a laugh. "That's good, many underestimate me. Oaf, barbarian, imbecile, idiot, troll...even boisterous. I mean what kind of an insult is boisterous. But do not be fooled. What you call stupid, I call-" his kimono was brushed aside to show his zan still in the sheath "-tactical". The folds going back over and hiding it from sight, he had no wish to appear openly hostile at this point, even if the pimp was a security risk to the people of kkt.

When the girl started talking, he zoned out, the man turning his attention to her. Yorishou started daydreaming after a few seconds, thinking of how many hollows are hidden in the world like this man. And if it was all a prelude to something sinister on a global scale. He both hoped not and so, it had been a strange time what with the recent turmoil within the captains and the humans. And then silence, like the calm before the storm. Yorishou was bored of waiting for the thunder to start. The metaphorical thunder that is, not the literal thunder rumbling currently across the sky.

Techniques used:

name: Recall
class: Weapon skill
type: Supplementary
range: 200m
tier: I
description: Using this ability returns the users sword to its sheath instantly.

Yaksha stared at Yorishou's hip for a few long seconds, his eyes...wide and unseeing.  There weren't too many things that could impress Yaksha, but that one had hit him rather hard.  Was this just something any shinigami could do?  Or was this some part of his power?  It took a few seconds, with his eyes swiveling to track a target only he could see, every word and phrase, every little exchange...before he could finally dismiss the possibility.  No, there hadn't been anything that he could identify as a release phrase, and the feeling had been off, as well.  This was something Yaksha wasn't familiar with...and that meant it may well be the fact that ended him, when he finally disarmed a would-be attacker.

All of this passed in absolute silence, before Yaksha finally spoke, his mouth spreading into a smile, showing white, straight teeth that would've dazzled most people, and said "Intere-"

And then everything stopped.  Somewhere, deep in his brain, Yaksha's juggling act, normally pristine, finally came screeching to a halt.  The man who hadn't so much as paused to turn and smile at a shinigami that had all but jumped into his face and shouted 'boo', the man who hadn't even flinched when he'd noticed a hollow salivating and poised to pounce on someone he'd been speaking to...was finally tripped up.  He could see it happening with an almost crystalline slowness, his own limbs moving even slower, helpless to stop it...and then he finally realized that if he didn't do something, this would only keep happening.  Forever.

He was going to do everything in his power to protect what was his.

Yaksha disappeared in a crackle of static, reappearing directly in front of Eevee, his hand poised in a gesture that seemed to ask patience and understanding, a gesture that seemed to show that he intended to perform this as many times as it would take.  He stared at her, his expression one of loving, abiding patience...as he spoke once more, enunciating quite clearly.

"It's rude to ignore people.  Especially people that know how to cure your condition."