To Arms Again[Seran]

Seran sighed as general panic began to ensue around him.  The area shook violently and people inside the building streamed out onto the street and off down the sidewalks, fearful of being crushed in what they thought was an earthquake. Casually, he reached over to a nearby table and picked up a wobbling, recently served coffee that had been abandoned by it's previous owner in the mad rush. As the rumbling slowed and finally stopped he set both his own, and the newly acquired drink down on the table. There was the sounds of rushing air, and a the loud "crunch!" of pavement being damaged, and there stood the man from the caller Id, all be it better dressed.

"Do you have to cause a stampede of frightened humans every time we meet in public?"

He looked down the street at the crowd of people that had recently exited the building, still in full sprint away from the tall buildings. Seran recognized one as the nice waiter that had taken his order.

"Now I'm never going to get my sandwich."

He motioned to the seat across the table, where he had placed the coffee cup, then reopened his newspaper.

"Did you resolve your personal issues then? I'm assuming that's why you're back."

"Hmmm, she sounds like someone I should meet."

Seran took another sip from his drink, enjoying the dark taste of the iced tea. He placed the glass back onto the table and began stirring it absentmindedly with the straw he wasn't using. It seemed that despite his recent personality changes, Theo's talent for meeting and befriending others had remained intact. Another hollow with a creative nature was certainly within Seran's interests, especially with Eleanor already working with him. Perhaps this new individual would be beneficial for future projects.

"I've met some useful people as well in the time you've been gone, though some of them are a bit resistant. And of course several old friends are still around."

He glanced back down the street. The humans that had exited the nearby buildings were finally beginning to realize there would be no more seismic activity, and were returning back to their places of business. Several had gathered around the cracked indentation where Theo had landed, and Seran hid a grin. While he outwardly didn't approve of drawing unnecessary attention, it was always amusing to see humans so completely baffled by the invisible world around them. He looked back at Theo, hoping the arrancar realized that, to the humans, the only evidence to his existence was a coffee cup floating up into the air and tipping itself in empty space.

"I must admit, the human world is becoming somewhat cramped for my work, especially with so many new people to look after. And with you back, I hope now on a more permanent basis, perhaps its time that we returned home."

As he stepped out from the portal, the familiar sight of Theo's bar greeted Seran. The place was remarkably intact for having spent a month or so unprotected in Las Noches. He looked up at the sky, which had returned to its standard blue sky with white, fluffy clouds. The weather machine must have shutdown or been destroyed since he was last here, and he made a mental note to check if it was recoverable. Having entered before him, Theo was already a few paces ahead and Seran stepped quickly forward and grabbed his friend by the shoulder.

"Wait a minute now, there are a few inside. Lets lure them out so we don't destroy the place."

Seran stepped forward and lifted his revolver out of it's holster, spinning it a couple times before pointing it skyward and discharging a single round. There was a brief moment of silence, followed by scrambling and the sound of breaking glass from inside the establishment, and finally a loud bang as several arrancar burst out the front door. There were five in total, all male with varied physical features. They were all dressed in the standard white outfits worn by the arrancar during the days when Sosuke Aizen had held the fortress, likely grunts who had escaped notice or hidden away in the menos forest after the fortress had fallen. Seran spun his gun around again and fitted it back into it's home.

"Good afternoon boys, its seems you've been squatting on our property while we were away. But good news, we're actually looking for some nice strong workers to get the place back into working order. So if you'd be so kind as to get down on your knees and ask nicely to be of service..... that'd be greeeeeeeat."

Seran grinned as the arrancar's face's shifted from shock to anger and overconfident grins, just as planned after all. He turned around and stepped slowly back to Theo, talking in a lowered tone so only he would here the words.

"Take out the first one or two that rush us, but leave the rest if possible. We're gonna need some starting forces for basic work, and a basic show of force should be enough to recruit grunts of this level."

So much for that idea....

Seran sighed as Theo stood from the broken bodies of the arrancar and continued towards the bar. He waved his hand, materializing a number of black orbs that floated out towards the bodies, engulfing them and transporting them back to his lab. He hoped no more of Aizen's minions had taken up residents inside, getting blood everywhere outside was one thing, but cleaning up from the floor of the building was another job all together.

"You could have at least eaten them you know. So wasteful."

As they entered Seran was surprised to see the place relatively intact. Some chairs and tables were overturned or broken, and there was no trace of the alcohol that had lined the back of the bar save for broken bottles and glass shards strewn throughout the interior, but the bar itself was basically undamaged. He stepped around Theo and kicked some broken wood pieces out of the way before jumping behind the bar. Ducking down, he rummaged around through the shelves.

"I think the sandwich will have to wait, looks like anything drinkable here is basically gone. The kitchen is probably the same way."

He straitened and swept his arm down the bar, knocking any trash on the floor in lazy attempt to clean the surface.

"New chairs, tables, bar stools...."

He reached over and pulled on one of the tap knobs, causing a hiss of escaping CO2 that gradually died down as the small amount in the tank emptied.

"At least the taps still work."