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The request for the Shigai had been dropped off to Seran's work area. It needed to be fit for the ultimate task of acting as a chameleon, to blend in, to adapt, to allow him access to the arteries of the Rukongai, and potentially the Seireitei. No reason for this work order was given, but attached to the notes of what Theocelese was the promise of an explanation, as well as a mention of him sending a message via their communicators. That time came, and the message was concise and to the point, there was no dallying here.
'I know we haven't spoken much in some time, but I do not break my word when I say I will explain myself. I am in the bar.' Following the message, a cat emoji with large, heart shaped eyes. There was nothing wrong with a little humor to break whatever tension there may have been.
True to the message, Theocelese was in the empty, but refurbished bar. Since the last time they actually met to speak with one another, Theocelese and the small workforce of Arrancar had taken the time to rebuild the place. Alcohol of all varieties were stocked, but as far as anything worth displaying, that was all there was. He didn't wish to do too much redecoration, but more so wanted to get the place back in decent working order.
By the time Seran would have arrived, Theocelese was already on cigarette number four and three glasses of whiskey in. Having found himself at the end of a bottle recently, his tolerance shot up dramatically. Ten more glasses, and maybe he'd feel a good buzz coming on, but the goal here was not so much to drink to get drunk, instead to relax. Behind the counter and sitting atop a swivel stool, Theocelese idly swiped across the screen of his Communicator, taking the time to not surprisingly look at pictures of cats.
The bar door creaked softly as Seran pushed his way through, the sound a reminder that this place had been built by hand rather than spiritual means. The floor by the entrance was covered in a thin layer of white sand, a small arrived every time someone entered. The tiny granules also stuck to his clothes, making his black shirt appear almost like the night sky. He blinked, happy to be out of the brightly lit inner dome and into the dimly lit bar, his eyes were still bothering him and fake blue sky was not helping. The same eyes now fell on the empty glasses in front of the arrancar.
“Maybe you should save some room for actual food.”
He walked back behind the bar, and knelt down out of sight, the sound of the fridge under the counter opening, and scuffling as he searched through it, the only indication of his actions.
“Do we have any pineapple juice? I was made a rather enjoyable drink in Naruki City last week, and the bartender said it was made with four different kinds of juice mixed with rum.”
He continued to root through the underside of the bar for drink ingredients, talking over the sounding the tinkling metal and glass.
“I was surprised at your request note. When I saw ‘upgraded shigai’ I assumed you’d want it armor plated, or to fire lightning out of its eyes. But stealth functions? If you’ve found a task that even you think you can’t brute force your way through…..”
The mod soul popped back up into view, a can of juice in each hand, with a lime balanced on one and an orange on the other.
"Not very hungry at the moment, but I'll eat soon mom, I promise." Theocelese quipped with a smirk, his finger ceasing to slide across the screen and instead, making the motions to exit the gallery. Maybe he drank and smoked too fast, it certainly felt like it. Or had the amusing collection of adorable creatures helped to kill the time that fast? Regardless, the Arrancar turned his attention to Seran, watching the man go through the refrigerator. The question caused a small frown to form on his face. Did he forget to get pineapple juice? He couldn't recall, then again Fuyuki put away most of the groceries away in a haste, and Theocelese hadn't bothered to check the kitchen's fridge since then for anything specific. "If its not in there, I would check behind whatever is in front first and then the kitchen."
There was a silence in the bar for a few moments, but Theocelese couldn't help at laughing at Seran's statement. He understood why such a thing could be thought of him. There was one last puff from his cigarette, and the filter was laid to rest in the nearby ashtray.
"...Yes...Well, what I seek to do is something that 'Not even I can brute force my way through'. Your cause concern, however, is valid. I'm going to the Soul Society, my old friend. Not for conquest...not for sport...but I am searching for the soul of my daughter." Theocelese let this revelation sink into Seran's mind for just a few moments before continuing. "I allowed myself to dirty my honour, and she paid the price for it. I know not what became of her soul, but I cannot sit here in idle fashion any longer. I may not have your technical know-how, but I'm not stupid. The only way I may be able to do this is if I can blend in with the Rukongai populace, and..gods forbid, maybe even as a Shinigami. To feel as one, and fool others into thinking I have evolved in another." Theocelese said with a sense of dread tinged on the last few sentences spoken.
"I know little of you, Seran, but your knowledge has proven invaluable. You have completed my means of being there, and seen and felt as someone who should be in either the Rukongai or Seireitei. I cannot express gratitude in words alone, and hope only in time I can repay this debt. However...what I need now is counsel...besides Shinigami and their battle tactics, the Gotei as a military force, the basics of the Rukongai and Seireitei, I know nothing more of them. Any information you can enlighten me with will help me, as I will be posing as a purified soul. There is a Shinigami I met a few days ago, she...inspired me to take this route, and as far as she knows, the man she would call Okto is knocking on death's door due to cancer. If I were purified, would I remember her? Or anything? What route do I need to take...what is the Rukongai other than potential recruiting grounds for the Gotei...All these things and more, I must know."
Seran was quiet for a long time as he worked at crafting his drink. Mixing a drink wasn’t exactly hard science, but once he had tasted something a certain way any variation was unacceptable. The juices, and the three different kinds of rum, swirled together in the glass, combining their unique flavors and colors. He ducked back behind the bar and returned with several small metallic cubes that he dropped into the drink, metal coolers stayed colder longer and wouldn’t dilute the mixture like ice. Finished, he raised and glass and took a small sip.
“Leaving aside the insanity of this proposed…. ‘excursion’, the workings of death and reincarnation are not something even the shinigami fully understand. First off, you don’t need to be purified as a human in order to travel to the Soul Society. Most souls travel to the afterlife naturally, requiring no assistance from shinigami.”
He took another sip from the glass. Theocelese wasn’t taking notes, which concerned him.
“If this shinigami met you, and truly believes you’re a human, then it entirely possible for you to have moved on to the next life without any interaction that would need to be faked. Memories are one of those things not entirely understood by anyone. Souls arrive both with and without them, and may even be born as entirely new individuals in the soul society. The only constant is that all the souls within the Rukongai are ‘recycled’ for lack of a better word. New souls, which is to say souls that never existed before, can only be generated in the human world.”
Seran eyed the arrancar, wondering if he could see where this was going.
“You can see how this complicates your plan to find you daughter. There is no guarantee that she would be one of those who moves on retained her memories. She could be an amnesiac soul with her face, or even a completely new child with no discernible characteristics to link her to who she was before…. If she even still is a ‘she’.”
He scratched his head, as he often did when exasperated, his fingers having little effect on the already unruly hair.
“The Rukongai is a balancing scale opposite to the human world and Hueco Mundo. The shinigami are nothing more than abnormally powerful souls who take it upon themselves to keep both sides of that scale even, so one doesn’t overflow into the other. They don’t even control that much of the Rukongai, likely not even 25%. They just manipulate the souls they have access to in order to maintain some semblance of balance. I could throw you into the more wild areas beyond where shinigami patrol and you could probably live there and never be noticed. So a random soul just showing up in the more developed area after wandering in the outer reaches in not unheard of or even rare.”
Seran relayed what Theocelese needed to know, and while he spoke, the Arrancar decided 'To hell with a glass', and began drinking straight from the bottle of aged alcohol. He took small sips and quick drinks, rather than downing gulp after gulp. It seemed that a lot of odds were stacked against him, there were so many varying factors that this might as well have been nothing but a complete waste of good time. These revelations did not move Theocelese, and while there was no indication he had lost interest, his mind already seemed made up.
"I still must try to find her. With all of which you have said, and with how big I hear the Rukongai is, this will be quite the endeavor. I will manage as I can." His hands idly turned the bottle in slow circles, eyes fixed on Seran's own eyes. That was all he would say on the matter, and it would take something to top his insane plan to get him to reconsider. "That sounds like a good a plan as any, I could work my from the outside, in." To add to his words, Theocelese dragged a free finger across the wooden counter in a circle, and upon completion, moved that very finger to the middle of the imaginary circle. "I will take no weapons attached to my Shigai, though I will carry my sword and shield with me. I know you are in the process of restoring Noxa to her new glory, but I cannot bring her with me. It would be too dangerous."
The bottle in his hand lifted to his lips, and another drink was taken. Theocelese looked as if he were about to set the bottle down, but instead took one more swig before doing so.
"If there isn't anything else you think I should know, or if there isn't anything else to be discussed on this matter, then I would consider the topic closed. I'll be leaving in a day or so, and I'll contact you at least once a week. If I don't, then...Well, you can just get whatever information you need from the Shigai."
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