A ill fated meeting

Even during the crimson skies of dusk, the Vizard's white robe managed to retain a glistening reflection. Hours of tedious work had been clearly marked across his body, patches of ash and rubble had rubbed off on his body as he was digging through a series of house remains. Superia had acquired knowledge of a rather unique material used for the properties of certain metals. Unfortunately, the Man could not help but feel indebted to the Quincy named Superia..

Her rather uncouth intuition had allowed him the insight to reach a state of mind far more elevated then it was previously in. Regardless, he still had a long distance to go in terms of conquering his emotions. But the most he could do for now was do as his mentor asked.

Silver hair remained untouched by the charcoal that lay around, long white threads were dancing in the breeze against his shoulders, water-falling toward the ground as he leaned over to throw debris out of the way.

"This is pointless." He spoke, he already knew that this wasn't exactly just going to be digging up toy treasure chests, but he couldn't help but feel innately bored. He felt like a living weapon being used for archaelogy excavations, walking around as if there weren't more pressing concerns.

Walking out from in-between two, half-burnt buildings, he pulled a clear rectangular glass pad from inside his robe, proceeding to touch its center with his right finger.

Immediately the glass had glowed into life, clear images quickly forming on pad that was now revealed to be an extremely advanced mobile communication's device. He was well aware of the Human's 'cell phone' alias for the device, but it seemed too specific for his own technology. Or rather, his colleague named Gage.

His pale fingers nimbly tapped and swiped across the screen, 2D and even 3D images were flying around, in, and out of the device. He finished sorting through the information, carefully placing his phone back within his robe and rotating to leave the area, until a speck of energy had revealed itself to him.

Shimmering golden eyes had pierced across the village, gazing into the depths of a newcomer. And by the apparel as well as her rather disgusting scent of energy, it was a Shinigami. How strange to one so far away from their patrolling districts, perhaps they had changed the routes from when he had last left. Hm, no matter. It didn't concern him much. The only thing he was worried about is if this person has allies. Then it'd be a whole new situation. His eyes veered left, and then right.

'Not even another sliver of energy nearby. I see.' His eyes slowly locked back onto the Shinigami's position, his hand coming back out of his robe and falling to his side from when he placed his phone within the garments he adorned.

He wasn't worried about the Shinigami sensing his energy, either. Years of training had allowed him to adapt his inner Reiatsu into compressed shapes. However he was very concerned of his own mind, and how it would react to this situation. There was also the fact that she could very well be a scout that is searching for fugitives, like himself. He would not be caught off-guard.

Standing 50 meters away from each other, his left hand lifted to rest upon the extended hilt of his Odachi-Zanpakuto, blinking slow and lazily in lack of curiosity to the situation.