[Revolutionists][INV]

Looking around, he noticed that there were several entrances to choose from regarding the buildings they were for. Some buildings had one metal door with no windows, some were like shacks that had wooden doors and beaten windows. But all of them seemed abandoned...at first glance. Searching for clues was always one of Satoshi's strong points, he had a very strong intuition that most people seemed to lack.
Some people could call it common sense, but to him that was too simplified and frankly a misinterpretation of word intuition. Intuition was more then just an ability to have a 'feeling' about things. It was the talent to connect things that other people seemed to lack. A certain third eye sight that allowed you to piece thoughts together to form a conclusion. It was more intertwined with your thought then it was spiritual.

Satoshi began thinking, 'It seems an unlikely spot for any hideout. It would make more sense for there to be an underground entrance somewhere.' He took three steps, moving his head left and right to scan the area, moving his white hair strands with it. His topaz eyes darted back and forth, until..

"HM?" Quickly unsheathing his hands from his pockets, the Vizard twisted his torso sideways swiftly whilst standing firm, aimed his gaze at a sudden surge of two separate spiritual energies. One was..he's sensed it before. At first thought it appeared to be a Hollow presence accompanied by a non-spiritual individual, yet powerful. He could only deduce from hindsight of his past that it was a fullbringer, and it far out-classed the hollow. In that instance, the hollow burst through the window that Satoshi was standing 6 meters away from. To his surprise, it went right back into the window as quickly as it tried to leave.

Tilting his head in wonder, his left hand rested upon the hilt of his rather long Odachi as he began pacing quickly toward the window. And he almost got there, unfortunately his path was interrupted by another hollow coming to the beacon of spiritual energy that was now present. The one before seemed slightly more powerful then the newcomer, but it was irrelevant to him. It seemed they would both meet there end. The new hollow was 10 feet tall, and stood on 2 legs. However, the legs were big and wide like elephant limbs. Green and grey was scattered across its body with its mask donning a hideous elephant face/tusk resemblance. Both of these tusks happened to be broken in half, one of them cracked all the way down the middle. His arms were long green tentacles without suction cups that seemed to move without bone structure. The hollow hole being in the stomach of the beast seemed large enough to throw a beach-ball through it.

The hollow raised its arm bringing the massive tentacle into the sky, and brought it down violently. Smirking, the Vizard quickly brought his at face level, and snapped his fingers. A powerful hollowfied Reiatsu equal to an Arrancar's quickly burst from his body like a grape packed with energy. White liquid emerged from what seemed like the tip of Satoshi's nose, and red liquid soon followed quickly merging together to cover his entire face. In an instant, his entire head and neck were covered and the hollowfication liquid turned into a solid structure. A whirlwind of dust and debris seemed to kick up, and Satoshi's left hand came up in a claw and caught the Hollow's arm with unnatural ease.

"Now..Let's see who the scarier monster is." The Vizard planted his right foot forward and surged his left hand backward with the Hollow's tentacle in hand, fingernails digging directly into its skin as he tugged it left/toward him. The giant hollow's massive legs came to an unbalance and it fell forward with a low-pitched deep moan. The face of the hollow came rushing toward him while falling. Pivoting his body leftward, Satoshi slung his right hand forward in a claw toward its face as it came down. In a surprisingly loud 'CRACK', his hand smacked into the white mask. On the mask, the area underneath his fingers and palm got completely shattered, while the rest of the mask splintered and cracked like hard wood. An evil smirk carved its way across the Vizards face, and the dust cleared from his head. This revealed and red and white vizard mask that went all the way around his head and neck. It represented a jaguar, with feline ears made of hollow bone connecting to the head. An ear-ring with a bell adorned the left ear. The bellow of the hollow followed the mask cracking, which seemed to radiate throughout the earth in a deep but rather loud groan. It attempted to bring its other tentacle up that was laying on the ground, and swept it across the dirt towards his feet.

"Your momma doesn't feed you enough, darling. HAVE A BITE." The air seemed to grow a shade darker in crimson red, as ball of crisp red energy quickly formed in his hand. And just as fast as it began forming, a beam of pure red hollow energy surged forward in a cone that carved right through the hollow's face, and everything 10 meters behind it in a miniature explosion of force and friction.

With no more face to hold onto, the hollow's body slipped past his hand and fell with a hard and loud, "THUD" onto the concrete. It began decaying and its soul was cleansed as it died. The Vizard fell to a kneel as overwhelming pain overcame his body. His other personality was making a ruckus. His right fist slammed onto the ground to keep himself up whilst his left hand slapped his mask off with a, "Whish" Of Crimson, gold and black Reiatsu. He began applying his deep-breathing relaxation techniques attempting to keep himself in control. He knew that he could never spend longer then a few seconds in his mask without becoming his inner-self. And even then it was difficult to re-align his thoughts. His usually blank face filled with killing intent from his 'other' self, and horror from his deepest memories.

After a few more moments of deep breathing, his body stopped shaking. He slowly got back up to his feet, re-applying his void and cold facial structure, and began walking toward the window once more.

As he walked to the window he noticed he couldn't quite see inside, but could sense the Hollow's Reiatsu slowly fading at a rate that isn't fast enough to be alarming of death. He wondered why this man would keep him alive seeming a little trivial. Perhaps he liked to catch and keep his prey.

The door had swung up lightly, and now he could get a clear look at who the man was..As soon as he stepped into the light for examination the Vizard had begun analyzing him. His Topaz eyes slowly scanning his body up and down.

He couldn't visibly see any weapons on the man but something about him gave off a vibe that he didn't really need any weapons drawn in order to defend himself properly. A sure sign of a man with skill and experience, something Satoshi needed at this point in time more then anything.

Satoshi shifted his body in a direction that changed his pace from the window toward the opposing building. As he began doing so, he stopped halfway and turn to look back at the man who greeted him. It was quite clear he had no intent other then to seek the Vizard's own agenda, which would most likely factor into what the Fullbringer does next.
However..he could tell that he wasn't chaotic. People that had such personalities usually had a more...unstable pot of energy bubbling inside of them which made others uneasy. Being one of these himself, he usually could feel the vibe that he himself gave off. But he couldn't feel it on this one. Satoshi's own personality was a mix of cold and void, yet hot and full of passion. People with stable signatures of personality had a balance mix of both yet Satoshi has extreme amounts of either one, never both.

His clothes made a sound of friction as his hand raised, and push his glasses into place.

"Likewise."

Something was telling the Vizard this was going to be more of a human interaction, something that Satoshi had particularly lacked in as he tended to be more reasoning and logical about things.

Though if there was any time to learn how to communicate well enough to stay alive in the real world, this was as good as it was going to get. Especially with someone as powerful as the man who stood before him. Satoshi's forced smile was developed over years of silver-tongue usage, his grin growing across his face with a warm glow as the other individual returned with a, "Thank you". In response to this, the Vizard looked at the Fullbringer and returned with a soft but firm,

'You're welcome.'

He cocked his head slightly as the man continued to talk, which eventually formed into a question. Nodding in understanding and pursing his lips in an 'alright' face for a brief moment when the Fullbringer was done speaking, he breathed in deeply and turned away from him slightly, golden eyes glowing with a deep sadness. As far as he knew, he was simply an abomination according to the world. But to his own eyes he was something...Something far better then either a hollow or a Shinigami. And perhaps others had yet to see it from this perspective or rather already did. Perhaps even this man could discover such a truth along with the Vizard.

Shaking his head in confusion of this thought, his emotions began bubbling and his face fixed into a cold voidness again in order to suppress it. 'Vizard' he thought to himself. He had heard this name somewhere..but never applied to himself. It had just been acquired one day as if he had always had it. This man seemed to know more about it then himself. He looekd back up at the Fullbringer and said,

"It seems so. Depressing to say, at this point I know less then you."

He took a few paces towards the man with his hands in his pockets.

A feeling began to grow in Satoshi's stomach the more the conversation happened to go on. Something was telling him that his man didn't just want to meet me for greetings sake. The more he talked, the more the Vizard felt as though the individual before him was more fascinated about Satoshi then his own self. Something about that made the Vizard a bit more weary of the situation, knowing that plenty of people in this world would love to get their hands on things they can't understand. It's half of the reason the world's are ankle-deep in a pit of corruption.

"Gage Mekhanic..I suppose if anyone could appreciate a serene environment, it'd be myself. Appreciate the efforts, friend."

'Ah, a rather polite fellow I see.' He thought to himself as the man's hand extended forward for a shake. 'Rather suspicious to see such people, especially knowing what goes on in the spiritual world.'
A moment of time passed as his arm was stuck out, and the man looked at the welcoming shake. 'I'll play along' With that, Satoshi's smile widened once more and he met his gaze.

"Name, huh? First time I've been asked in years. Satoshi..Satoshi Yamada"

His hand clapped into the Fullbringer's with a soft shake that seemed to betray his naturally cold and destructive aura.

The man's pace stopped a few feet away from the other individual's position. He seemed very keen on informing the Vizard about his own species, something that nobody he could think of would be willing to do without something to get out of it. Even his own self.

There were probably several reasons for wanting to get on the good side of someone like Satoshi, but he'd get just as much if not more out of it from gaining a positive reputation with those who have more influence then himself.

What he wanted, or if he wanted anything at all wasn't clear to him. He could just be extremely polite towards new people he meets, though something in the back of Satoshi's head told him better then to expect that from anyone. Even relationships between the closes of friends have to keep some amount of silent distrust in it.

Being a former member of squad 12, he had spent numerous years experimenting and researching on every piece of information he could get his hands on in the Gotei. And something about this man before him told Satoshi that knowledge transference was one of this mans key traits. It would be very beneficial to be able to learn certain features and skill-sets from someone who has had a completely different come-up and experience from the Vizard's.

This was as good a time as any to begin forming new allies to complete his goals. 'My goals'...He thought. Long was Satoshi's suffering in the past, he couldn't help but internally light up with joy when he knew progression was in perfect sight. Something about this day would mark him a new man.

"Contrary, actually. I have quite a few ideas of what I am. But a specific name never came across during my contemplation. Something tells me I should be a little concerned that you do." He finished with a smile, now noticing that a slight amount of mockery came into his tone.

The Vizard was a bit relieved this man had some common decensy when talking to each-other. In retrospect to his other encounters he's always had a level of trouble communicating with people who have their individualistic mind-sets.

These were the people that hard very influencing experiences, which he always seemed to find the most interesting yet most difficult to convince to do anything other then what they want. Yet this man had made no effort to display his interests in the 'Vizard' that Satoshi apparently was.

Satoshi nodded with every few words the man had spoken, confirming the conversational understanding with the occasional "Mm."

He had learned pieces of knowledge about Fullbringers in his time, never having a full summary in his head to feel secure about their abilities and specialties. As far as he could tell from his energy and the Fullbringer's words they were something to be considered just as dangerous as a hollow. If they were similar in even the slightest of ways he knew that the possibility of self-development were practically endless.

He acknowledged the hardships that Satoshi knew all to well about. 'Such empathy for a stranger' he thought to himself..what was he up to?

He took a deep inhale through his nose with his eyes clothes, breathing out in a heavy sight before peeling them open once more along with the exhale.

"If there was anything you should know about what I am, it's that none of it is admirable. It's like feeling tainted down to your very being, the taint being simultaneously a curse and a blessing. Usually I'd be inclined to tell you about it with such general hospitality, but I'm sure we can both agree it would seem betraying. Especially during these times, my friend. If you'll indulge me, I think we can benifit equally if you answer a few questions that I have myself. If you know what it means to be cautious in this world, then you should expect me to do the same."

It seemed the two males could come to a mutual agreement on trading secrets. Satoshi couldn't help but feel a bit joyed over the opportunity to learn more about things that he couldn't quite grasp by himself. What the hollow inside him was, and how the hollow correlation came to involve the newcomer as well.

He had expected the majority of the people he would come across to be bent toward blocking out any other view of perspective. It was fairly astonishing to see someone of this man's particular talents to be some open to communication. But the astonishment came from a mix of cautionary awareness as well as simple fun.

Satoshi held his warm yet distant smile, slipping the words, "Mm. the feeling is mutual then". Agreeing that it was indeed a, 'unique opportunity' repeating the man's words in his thoughts.

The Vizard knew that his skills were far too inadequate to match up to his rivals. With this thought in mind, the possibilities for growing in power were increasingly limited as time went by. Meeting someone who was beyond his power and experience by ages--such as this man was something to be considered heavily when taking into consideration the amount of personal growth someone wants.

Especially with Satoshi, his desires always influencing every action he did. No matter what his pride had in mind, he had to do this for his brethren...his only true family in this world. He had to keep in mind that people were out for themselves regardless of their outward expressions.

"Well..frankly there are few sources of knowledge in this world. Having being forced to leave the only place that had this acquirable knowledge in vast amounts, doors to walk through are now limited. Im sure you can understand this, no?" Yamada applied his silver tongue, an uncanny smoothness found in his voice.

"I believe it would be perfectly reasonable to ask of you the opportunity to acquire knowledge that you have to give. And in return, I shall give you my knowledge."

It seemed the situation was moving along with an alarming rate. 'A Fullbringer with his own Shop, eh..? That's new.' He thought to himself. It would have never crossed his own thoughts that someone who seemed to have such a 'busy' schedule as a Hollow-hunting fullbring would also run a shop.

Though lots of people referred to their place of studies as their shops, which was most definitely in the boundaries of possibility as far as he could tell.


The man seemed to be well developed in his own opinions on the way of the world. This was a clear indication that he had seen plenty to get where he was, and had plenty of motivation to keep going further. Something they had in common.

"A fair point of view, Mr Mekhanik. I've yet to hear of any kind of spiritual being having the time to root themselves long enough to sit and study in an actual shop. Perhaps you could explain to me how you have come to acquire such a fortress of solitude on your travels.

As for those files of such 'bleeding' proportions, there would be quite a few pieces of information that would help put my mind into a settled state. I'm inclined to accept this offer." His voice sounding single-toned and cold.

Satoshi had laughed in return to his own minor joke replying with, "Den of indestructibility. Whatever they're called these days." He chuckled again. The Vizard had nodded to the man's explanation of the shop in return, but his focused was on something else. The phone. He didn't see this as the type of guy to be very connected to a human lifestyle, even with the shop that he apparently had. He was a bit curious as to why he would have pictures of other individuals.

He pointed briefly at the phone with his head. "Photos of some of your hunting targets?" 'Toshi knew it was most likely something entirely different, but he didn't want to ask in a way that seemed too intrusive. But as the conversation went on, his mind had forcefully shifted to focus on something he never thought he would have looked a second time at. The hollow had apparently had been known for 'rape' and inflicting pure fright for the sake of pure fright...he was filth. After Gage had finished talking, Satoshi's mind had went numb for an instant..and then flicked back to life. Only this time he was different. Satoshi's eyes dimmed into a grim look of sorrow, veins becoming more apprent in them. The eyes of a killer.

"I see.." Satoshi started walking toward the window that the hollow way laying under inside the building. His right hand came up from his pocket and clasped to his sword.

"That's all I need to know."