-- RECOVERY [OPEN]

"Systems at 65% optimal capacity. Gigai seems operational." Fingers curled around the small of his wrist. "Seems like you are nothing short of average. Yet..." The sound of metal against metal filled the air. A single glistening flicker of pure silver swung itself down in the arc of the crescent moon. Pressure cascading down upon the white beast that stood as an opposing force before the speaking boy. "You feel the need to strike yet again. Truly you hollow are beasts of trivial nature." His hand remained pure, steady in its resolve and motion despite the shaking bladed-arm of the creature. "You dared to strike at me yet hold no resolve? Did you know you could kill me? Or did you merely hope?" Games were to end at that moment. A snap of the wrist was all that was needed for the sickly blade to slice forward. A surge of green reiatsu surging up the cords to his own proton blades as the blade surged with electricity.

With a sense of mild disgust he watched as the hollow take its last moment of its life. With a sigh, the rush of energy the Modified Soul had experienced fled from his body and the single blade was sheathed alongside the second in the large metalic case designed for his former team to hold their weapons. The moment the lip of the metal met the guard, however, his dulled eyes would slowly look down upon the stained blades of grass. "This is my duty. The task I was created for. Modified to replace the Shinigami whom later betrayed us. To kill the hollows."

Chin locking against his jawline, neck extending as dark emerald eyes positioned their line of vision skyward. "I am still rusty. Only just reactivated yesterday. I have been out of combat for over a century. My gigai is damaged however. The last thing I recall was the blast from the cero. The power behind it was enough to create a small crater which I was pocketed within. Within my data, I found I was locked within the earth and my pill dislodged for one-hundred years. It was during a battle of some sort, maybe an earthquake was my pill relodged within my gigai. My vitals seeming fine, merely damaged slightly. Betrayed by my creators, a test subject to be thrown away The order of termination within my comm link as I woke up. I can not return to my home. I am now a refugee within the city of Karakura. An operative with no mission. Trust no one. Their reach is great. My race gone. The only objective is to live. Comm links, disabled. Virtual transmitter to the Soul Society destroyed. For all they know, I am now K.I.A." A single moan,or rather a sigh escaping his lips as he held his wrist once more. "First priority, find someone capable of fixing this gigai."

His eyes looking down to the earth, the small hole in which he managed to escape from in which he had been buried for a century. The tall warehouse buildings around the lone modified soul were aged beyond repair, the windows broken outward, the walls covered in thick and smeared paint and cracks. Deserted and abandoned, no wonder the young and now lost soul remained forever lost. Untouched by any sign of life. Much like the warehouses, they were betrayed and left behind. A lost soul with no company; and much like the buildings around him... Without purpose.