[Purpose][INV]

Boredome could easily set in when a person had been kept waiting. The Vizard didn't particularly care for waiting upon arrivals, but ultimately it was dependent on the motivation derived from the objective he was carrying out. As his thoughts wandered, the breeze shifted in the distance. Wind had raked across the summits of the area, sweeping through brown and green spires that would be called trees.

Perched on the temple, dusk light reflected across his silver hair and white robe. The light breeze caused his loose garment to whip across the wind, dancing with the current.

When the breeze touched his nose, the air carried a scent of faint.. Extra ordinary properties. And yet this could not be simply dismissed as a Hollow's energy presence either. It was dim..Newly formed..Mortal. And it was here, how convenient.

Face shifting, the man's eyes began moving. His eyelids slowly raised, bright and heavenly Golden Iris' slightly shining in the dimmed area. His eyes moved around, shifting left and right before finally fixating on the figure standing before himself on the ground.

Glowing eyes, hate filled orbs of vengeance. His piercing gazed stayed fixated on the figure, as if attempting to peak into her very soul. His robe shifted with friction as the man slowly began standing. His white hair moving, garments veering. Finally he was on his feet, the wind blowing his robe aside to expose his torso and feet. His pale body was covered with scars, almost as if he was a painting of pure combat. His feet were covered by black sandles even though scars were clearly visible wherever they didn't cover.

His sword now hung beside him, his 5 foot odachi scraping the ground he stood upon.


"Whom are you?"

He didn't directly reply.

"Your eyes do not see through me like most... Curious." As he spoke, his eyelids dimmed. And then, the man had began to move; taking a step off the temple.

But before gravity could kick in and push him to the ground below, his foot had planted on the very air. One after the other, the man began stepping off the temple and into the air. Eventually, he was stepping downward toward the Woman as if there were invisible stairs, his body shifting from left and right.

Approaching the Woman, each step brought clarity to her situation and her appearance. Dark hair and blue eyes seemed to contradict his very own white and yellow, absorbing light around instead of reflecting it. He felt a rush of irony go through his head.. An eerie appearance on an innocent soul, how fitting.

Even though he could practically breathe in the scent of a New Soul, he was half-expecting that the Woman lose her composure at the sight of him walking in the air, especially with her apparent lack of knowledge. It might have been superficiality to assume she didn't know much, but she certainly didn't act like she was afraid anyway.

Since she wasn't running away, he could only assume that she had experience with spiritual beings before, but was either being very brave or very foolish. Everyone in the world who wanted to make change unfortunately had to have a little of both.


"Of course, my eyes do you not see through you. You are you, even more spiritual than others seem."

Now only a few steps from her, the side of his face lit up with a very slight smirk.


"Even more spiritual..Of course."

He quoted, chuckling at the term 'spiritual'.


"What brings you here to the Shrine of Hikari?" She spoke

His foot planted upon the real ground, standing roughly four meters away.

"Hm~ Why do these matters concern you?"

It seems this one had many questions, much to his previous expectations. The female almost oozed out the need to seek mystery, his own unfortunate burden. It was nearly surprising to see her remarkable ability to keep a cool mind, even if it was only was to quench her curiosity.

A need for power was definitely apparent.. Pity it seemed she did not possess the necessary ability to do much about that need.. Not yet. Perhaps he could get use out of that.

"..It just seemed rather far-fetch'd that out of other spiritual being, whom which I can detect, it is your reiryoku that I cannot sense, even with you being spiritually before thine eyes."

"How is that so?"

Was he going to be the one burdened with teaching her the ways of the world? Perhaps so. Satoshi inhaled deeply with an obvious sound. He supposed it was a reasonable question, though not one he would have asked if he only had one question. He wasn't her, it seemed. Alas, the question was rather broad. So his answer had to be.

"Penetralibus ignem indigebis."(Latin: You lack inner fire.)

You understand little."

Hm.. Maybe he could even evaluate her further. Was she worth wasting this time for?

"See with your own eyes."

In one rotation of movement, the Vizard's body seemed to vanish into a sound of 'whooshing' air. As soon as the dust where he was standing had reacted and flew into the air, the Vizard's position flickered in a near instantaneous arc, his body reformed behind the Woman just as quickly as it disappeared.

His hand raised swiftly, the right side of his body aimed at her. In one backward slapping motion, his hand surged forward into her back with a strong sweep aimed to knock her away.

Fortunately for her, he wasn't attempting to turn this into a full brawl. His intention was to see if she could survive a few decent punches long enough for her inner spirit to come out.

Hm His head followed the Woman rolling through the air like a spin-top, spectating as a sudden light had sparked to life amongst the dusk sky, as if a second sun was suddenly apparent to the world.

He hadn't expected her to fling across the courtyard as easily as that. 'I see' He thought to himself, rubbing his fingers together from the tingle in his hand after the smack.

He couldn't tell if he should be disappointed in her lack of ability to defend it initially, or excited in the newcoming's of her angelic powers.

Lowering his hand after the smack, his arm fell to his side as if he had dead-arm. He gazed toward the line of rubble that was caused by her collision path, along with the small crater formed in the steps by her landing. It seemed she at least didn't lack the will to survive.

He sighed, another flash-step cracking in the air as he flickered in an instant once again. His figure quickly blazed back to life directly in front of her, his pale scarred figure (6ft4) standing over the Woman as she recovered. He knelt down, resting his hands across his knee-caps in order to get eye to eye with the Human.

"Paenitemus." He revolved back into Latin shortly.
(Apologies)

"Your survival signifies your ability to comprehend that question. Can you move?" He said, stretching into a stand himself as he did so.

A moment of silence as he stood had allowed him to witness the healing ability that the Human had displayed at will. A combat medic. He tilted his head to the side as he thought. Could he develop her skills to use her as a medic?

The problem was, he hadn't the first clue of how to train someone with a healing proficiency. And the fact it wasn't even Kidou had made it all the more difficult to contemplate further.

A ball of spit aimed at him was a clear sign she wasn't willing to talk as much anymore. It wasn't beyond the realm of reasonable, he would have had a much more violent reaction to someone shoving him into his own shrine.

Regardless, she could not see the truth if she did not comprehend what it was in the first place. Her question was too big for her own mind to grasp without being submerged headfirst into the answer.

Even with the obvious disgust being directed at him, he felt the needed to say what he needed to.

"You dislike me now, that is acceptable, I digress. Alas, there is much that your question holds is beyond your bonded mind... The pain you feel now is a lesson that we all must face with strength. We use it to see through what we cannot. I will leave you in peace if you wish to continue your journey in solitude, but I am seeking skilled individuals for a rather important cause."

Trauma inflicted on the Human had almost insured a lack of any civil conversation afterwards. Little to his knowledge, the Woman had recovered from the attack rather quickly, on top of her mood staying resilient enough to withhold any misuse of emotion.

Fairly admirable for a Mortal life, but there was yet to see if she had the heart or soul to handle what would come after. He didn't feel bad for intentionally leaving out details to incline toward more questions. Much of what he had said was true, though it lacked the true danger that needed to be addressed; only if you wanted to survive long enough to accomplish anything more then what a Human is capable of.

In acknowledgement of her reply, pale hands had reached into his white robe while he looked down at his chest. His hand slid out along with a clear, rectangular glass panel. His fickle fingers pressed into the middle of the screen, causing a bright clear light to radiate off the phone as an image appeared on the phone symbolizing the maker. "G" for Gage.

The Vizard swiped a few times, eventually a distorted eagle view of the Soul Society had displayed itself on the screen. With one more dramatic tap of the screen, the image had transformed into a projected image as if there was a white-board above it. Slowly bending, he placed the phone in front of the Woman, then arched back up to stand.

"Strength is a universal thing we seek. Whether it is for your cause, or another's. The strength to mend, or to wound. It is all entirely dependent on the strength acquired, and how they use it. If you wish to grace the spectrum, you must find the strength you need."

His hand lifted, aiming in the direction of the image.

"What I'm going to tell you is going to sound unbelievable at first, which is why I had to see if you had acquired any skills that could help you perceive this topic. This placed is called the Seiretei, or 'Soul Society'. Most people you witness are oblivious to its existence because they tend to hide things well. You could call it a specialist of theirs. This is your after-life. For soul's, it is simply a place of false hopes and peace. There is no eternal peace here, only extended anguish. It's a pain to heal a spectrum that has been cursed and rotted far longer then even your forefathers couldn't have mustered the knowledge for. Trust me, I've tried. This place has long since been corrupted with the need to clutch everything with a grip of tyranny and order."

He lowered his hand, sighing after the speech.

"There us more beyond this. Beasts who roam free because they lack the empathy to care about anything other then what concerns them the most at the time, and nothing more. There are beings who would destroy whole lands with ease, with humans right in the center. My purpose in existence is to shift the tables. To avenge those who cannot avenge themselves, and much more. In order for me to explain more, you'd have to see a lot of it for yourself. I can only give you images and words."

Snapping his fingers to radiate the sound, the frequency hitting the phone receptors and changing the image every few seconds to a new image of blood-shed of war scenes.

"Years upon years of dismissed despair has caused catastrophe's they always have to fix themselves only because it was their fault in the first place.."

He sat in silence, watching as the images scrolled by.

One of many. The Vizard grinned at the acceptance of his proposal, his eyes boiled with triumph. He watched with abrasive eyes as her own gold aura had glistened like his own Golden aura would have if it was revealed.

The fair skin upon his face remained motionless as she stood up in front of him, then reaching down toward the ground to pick up the device that was flat across the stone floor.

He placed it back into his robe after grabbing it and stood back up. There was a nod of approval from the Man as Yami lifted herself off the ground in order to come face to face with himself, white hair moving slightly as his head moved.

This was going to be a rather long process for the young Human, and one that will most certainly change her outlook on the world. He didn't doubt she'd face horrors that would inflict mental scars upon anyone who hadn't been used to it.

She was going to become his soldier, but in return he was going to give her the strength to seek her goals. Whether she would survive long enough to reach her goals was entirely up to her will to survive. Her inner fire.

Though, he could not help but feel doubt about her initiative toward his own 'crusade'. He had no choice but to appease this concern. His face shifted from emotionless to a rather serious structure.

"Very well. Know this, however. The path ahead that you must take to earn the things you seek is not filled with things you can pin with morality. Actions in the world's you will see; they do not have a brand of 'Good' or 'Evil'. Fools simple do foolish things. It is our duty to make sure we are not bested by these people, as they threaten the good that you seek. Do you understand?"

He spoke with a stern, strong voice. It sounded full of hidden anger and sorrow. But unfortunately there were things required that society wouldn't see as... 'Noble' that are necessary to the evolution of society.

After a moment of silence, he spoke once more.

"What is your name, Golden one?"