Out of City Limits! Bounds A-Broken! (No Killing)

The area around the city wad desolate and quiet, which was infested with trees and such. The evening sun beated down on the area. In the jest of it all, appeared a shinigami. With a pretty strong spiritual pressure, Haruzo Mishuki appeared. He was the Vice Captain of Division Four. He stood there and looked around. There was a report of a strong spiritual pressure in the area.....where the hell is this "spiritual pressure" coming from.......?" he asked himself looking around. He unsheathed his zanpaktou, Okinawa, and took a look around keeping his guard up. "I can't go into city limits or I will not be able to use my bankai..." he told himself.

After about an hour of searching he stood there, still scanning the area. "If you here, come the hell out now!" he said with vicious eyes. "If you out there, I will let you get to know me, I am Vice Captain of Division Four of the Gotei 13." he said, awaiting an answer.


(Short, but my posts will be longer than this when we get into it.)

Stretched out on the ground, leg arched at an angle ontop of his other leg which lay out flat and both arms forming a pillow on which his head rested, Traca lay out under the sun covered in a large cloak. His hat was still lingering nearby on the ground though it had been removed from his head in favor of feeling the bright sun rays. He'd been wandering about when he'd picked up an interesting pressure, one belonging to a Shinigami so it was doubt of interest to him.

Of course, his previous Shinigami encounters lead him to believe that he would be better off making a show of power before trying to be civil, it seemed to be the only thing they respected. He wasn't sure why, but he supposed it was little different from Arrancar society where number automatically classed you. He wouldn't mind a nice pretty number, but he wasn't really inclined to actively seek it, but if it wandered into his lap he'd take it.

He had both of his chakrams already held within his hands, and he heard the voice of the nearby Shinigami who obviously hadn't considered looking down. He beamed as he slid out one arm and tapped the ground a few times to draw the Shinigami's eye contact before speaking. "I'm not much good at hiding, how'd I do Shinigami? Must be my lucky day to happen upon a wandering death god, do tell, what are you up to today lurking around the human world like this?"

Traca moved his legs so that they both arced and sprung himself to his feet, dusting himself off and grabbing his hat. He set out his arm and pressed the other to his chest as he bowed, blades still in hand in case actions were taken. "I am a fellow soul, though I'm sure you already know that, I believe you're one of the more hostile sort of souls though, so I'll keep my weapons if you please. Otherwise, how may I help you?"

(Posting order, Me, Traca, and then Dark. Up next Dark)

"The lot of you are slow..."

Dark's voice called out from amidst the vast grouping of trees, his eyes glowing a deep color of menace and hatred. This hatred came from Light, and lately, Dark didn't give a care to whether this hatred overcame his best judgments or not, but only carried it through his blade and let the sheer power of this evil force guide him through battle; the new Dark had finally learned how to embrace the darkness and wield it; the only question pertaining to his sanity is whether he can contain it or not; now was not the time to doubt it.

"I figured intelligent beings can sense danger when it approaches; never would I have guessed you to downright call out an unknown enemy..."

Dark's low tone crawled across the field as he emerged from the front line of the trees; his sword was drawn in caution, right hand tightly grasping the hilt's grip; his eyes lazily scanning each person; the Espada wasn't wearing the usual wear of a normal Espada; his brown cape fluttered around his bulky, deep dark red, maybe even brown, clothing; the Shinigami was wearing the Shinigami uniform that he was tired of seeing, nothing of interest there.

"And I shall have my blade drawn; I can't trust easily around new faces...not anymore..."

He stopped about then meters away from the two, his hair, which was frantically flapping in every direction, covered his eyes which bore into the Espada's mind; what is he doing in the human world? Keeping his head still, his eyes shifted towards the Shinigami, where the same question entered his mind, but he knew the answer and didn't make anything of it.

The wind began to pick up again and the sound of rustling leaves emptied itself into the vast, quiet open. The sound of water nearby could be heard as a small creek ran, trickling away into some other body of water; a silent splash became muffled by the tree's existence as litter from the city trailed down the stream; rocks and litter sat beneath the trio's feet and animals that were oblivious to their existence, such as the squirrels who were burying their nuts or birds that rested on top of tall rocks, surrounded them. He felt quite jumpy, but even so, his mind laid in tranquility, his blade pointing towards the ground; he was afraid of the undying silence within himself and feared that his insides would explode, so his only hope was that this meeting transformed into an all out brawl. Hiding his face, he gave a soft chuckle, the wind starting again.

At the moment he heard the enemy, Haruzo flash stepped in to the air. "Stay back." he said. "By taking a good look at you, I assume your an Arrancar. A powerful one at that." he said spitting to the side. Steadily, he moved his hand to the hilt of Okinawa. " Your a horrible hider if you ask me. But I should be asking you why you are here in the human world for that is why I am here. You can only help yourself." he said. Moving his eyes to the side, he felt another sudden surge of spiritual energy. What the hell is going on Haruzo!" echoed Okinawa's voice in Haruzo's head as he waited to see the other signature to appear.

"Its you! Are you not a rogue shinigami!" yelled Haruzo. With a whip of the wrist he had Okinawa unsheathed and the tip of the blade pointing at the Arrancar and Haruzo's palm at the other. "Just because I am a lieutenant, does not mean that I am not a powerful shinigami. But, I dare you try your cero or anything on me." he said. He stood there waiting to see what the others were going to do. " Trust? Your not to be trusted." he said to the shinigami. Haruzo needed to make sure he evaluated his enemies before he made any move of the sort. His first move could be his last. He waited.

The arrival of the new pressure, from a man who seemed after his own tranquil heart, though he felt a prick that lifted the hairs on his neck telling him something was tellingly 'off', excited him. He'd never been able to speak to one Shinigami, let alone two, even if the pressure of them seemed strange to him and they bother differed, maybe it was a Shinigami trait he didn't know, brought a grin to his face and he made a second bow to the newcomer.

"I agree with the sentiment, keep your weapons, they aid in the comforting the situation so that none is left unarmed. Though some of you seem a tad bit..." Traca searched for a word in his mind that would fit the blade presently being pointed at him, "'pushy'. I have no violent intent, if I did, why I would not attack while you were unaware? I stand before you, not behind you."

The air whipping around drifted through his hair and loose garbs, allowing them free reign as they moved where they pleased. He was eagerly leaving himself mental notes on the present encounter, it appeared to him even Shinigami had social problems amongst themselves. Why were they percieved as a threat if they would not even stand united?

Traca was reminded of their rashness and stern opinions, they apparently had little concern for Hollows, they slew them like they were fodder, as he'd done to those who made an attempt to do it to him. He acted only in self-defense, though he was sure the Shinigami would have little understanding for it, but he supposed he could at least try once he could get the blades set aside.

This, of course, was trouble all its own, how would he achieve this with the present problems? Traca rapped his fingers against his chin as he looked up at the sky, keeping the Shinigami in his vision as he did so. "So very pushy indeed...I'm actually very interested in you, but I don't believe we can talk when weapons are drawn and pointed. As for your remarks," Traca said, gesturing at the rude Shinigami before him, "I don't care what position you hold because I barely understand the system in the first place, what decides whose captain? What decides whose vice? What determines the squad? You see, I'm very ignorant of your customs, though I do know a bit about what you are. If you would be so kind as to entertain my ignorance, I would be more than able to entertain yours."

The latest entrant seemed more interesting to him than the energetic one, and he considered what to do if the active little creature chose to make a poor choice based on that energy boiling up within him. He corrected himself, "Actually, I'll speak with you," Traca pointed to the newcomer, "but you're a hazard. You already have a sword drawn when I haven't so much as exhibited a violent thought or action. As long as that sword's drawn, you're a bother."

He looked eagerly at the calmer Shinigami, maybe he'd be the one he was waiting for, he seemed inherently less impulsive and this intrigued him because he was different. Something in his body seemed to resonate with silence, but not the silence of the meek, the silence of the dead would be more appropriate. It was self-inflicted, but it was also against the will in some portions, and it was this sort of Shinigami who was lured to dealings with Hollows as he had read. Inner-hollows also seemed to be prevalent, but did they all have inner hollows? Did he have an inner shinigami? The questions harrassed him and in the midst of them he was quickly reminded of his manners.

"Oh," Traca added, throwing his hat off and allowing to snag onto a nearby tree branch with the precision of one whose free time consisted of such simple games as ring toss. ",I forgot my manners in the excitement, I'm Traca Carmesim, present Espada Octava. And you are?" Traca put emphasis on his last statement, he was very lustful towards having even that simple question answered.

Noticing the odd behaviors from each person, Dark gave another small chuckle before looking at the Espada; he had seen this kind before, the kind who doesn't want to resort to violence; then there were the Shinigami like the one present, who was apparently a Lieutenant; they were jumpy at every single sight that seemed opposing or dangerous; the latter wasn't of any importance in his eyes at the moment, so he paid more attention to the Espada. Raising his head, Dark turned towards the Espada and sheathed his sword, knowing that he didn't mean any harm, at least not at the present moment. He didn't smile nor frown, but kept his face straight, his eyes boring into the mind of the Espada, yet if looked at from any others eyes, they seemed dull and bored, yet precise and thoughtful.

"Dark Gin; I do not sense much danger from you, and I apologize for the early display of my blade,"

Although he had sheathed his Zanpakutou, Dark kept his right hand on the hilt's grip, keeping himself from getting jumped by the Shinigami. The tension between the three began to warp uncomfortably, as a snake would in the grass to get a better view of its prey; Dark let out a low whistle before turning to sit down at a nearby rock; the boulder was tall enough for Dark to jump and sit down on its center without falling off. He closed his eyes, yet they were open just enough for the light to seep through and allow the Shinigami to stay in view, as well as the Espada. Even if he didn't pose any danger, Dark couldn't be too careful.

"I don't even know why you serve Seireitei; its Thirteen Gotei, or whatever it is now since it shifted and changed, only repels those it believes to be dangerous and different, keeping the thought of making new allies out. Although, I have to say, we really did make quite an escape, with the uproar and all; such a pity my Captain lost his life."

He opened one eye, getting a quick glimpse at the Shinigami's face before returning to his talk.

"It's only a matter of time until the place caves in on itself."

He gave a chuckle and leaped off the boulder, landing easily and swiftly next to the Espada. In a dark voice, Dark said,"It'd be a shame if we accidentally killed him, wouldn't it?," and then, louder to the Shinigami this time," I advise for you to leave, Shinigami; I do not pose harm, unless it strikes me first; sometimes, I don't even know my own strength..."

As he finished this, he gracefully jumped back to his spot on the rock and continued his meditating, his eyes slightly closed, yet open just a crack to see the Espada and Shinigami.

Can I be skipped?