The King of the Night (Open)

Footsteps echoed hauntingly in the darkened streets as the lone figure made its way through the night, his face obscured in shadows. The slightest ruffle of fabric gave off the impression that he wore a robe, and even in the dark, it appeared as if he were missing an ear. The figure paused, and looked up, sniffing at the air as if able to smell food on the light breeze. Over head, the full moon's light shone down, and, as the figure looked up, his face was exposed for the horror that it was. If there were any passerby, they would have screamed and ran, or they would have, if the Arrancar could be seen through a human's eyes. For that was what he was; an Arrancar, come to this small, pathetic town known as Flower Mound, Texas.

Dark red eyes shown on a face crisscrossed with malice and cruelty. The Arrancar's mask, engulfing his ear and coming down to his jaw in a jagged line, seemed to give him a dark edge as well as a decidedly insane glint. The Arrancar smiled, and his mouth, for a moment and in the dark, looked almost as if it unhinged, when in reality he simply opened it so that he could speak. Even as the first words came forth, the Arrancar's sheer hatred of all things beautiful was evident, and only in his voice. The sheer evil of it would have shaken even the hardiest of foes, and, as his Reiatsu seemed to finally allow itself to leak out, a tinge of insanity would have found its way into anyone near.

"Revlin, come forth," he croaked. With those three, simple words, the sheer power of this Arrancar was evident. Obediently, another Arrancar suddenly appeared before the first. The second saluted the first, and the first nodded in return. "It is time. My ally is here. Open the Garganta," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. The Arrancar, Revlin Nephis bowed before his lord before leaping high up into the air, hovering high over the swath of land known as Flower Mound. Such a puny name for a worthless town. It was fitting, Nekrus realized, that everything was going to begin here. Soon, all of his planning, all of his waiting, would come to fruition, and he would conquer. All he had to do was meet with the traitorous Shinigami and close the deal. Another smile spread across his face.

It's going to be a good night, mused Nekrus Vularo, the 5th Espada, as above him, he felt the air rent and heard the first roars of the Hollow. A good night indeed.


Shioshi ran a hand through his hair as he sighed, wishing he were back in Japan where most of his fellow Shinigami were. America was just... too different, for his tastes. For one thing, everything had to be so complicated. And what was this 'Summer Break' thing that all of the teenagers around him seemed to be talking so much about? Looking around, his eyes fell upon a place called 'Barnes and Noble'. Raising an eye, especially since the name was so ridiculous, but seeing that it was apparently a bookstore, he shrugged to himself and made his way over there, still a bit uncomfortable in his Gigai. He always hated to use the things, but he'd had no choice, since he was temporarily watching over this town due to 'increased Hollow activity'.

However, just as he was about to open the first set of glass double-doors, a ripping sound rent the air, followed immediately by the cries of countless Hollow. Whirling, he immediately shot forward, while slipping out Gikongai. As he left the small shopping area, he hid in a wooded area and slipped the pill into his mouth. Immediately, his spiritual form came forth, and the temporary soul inside of his body stretched, as if getting the feel for the new body. Shioshi turned to face the person in his body, not quite liking the fact that his Gigai was no longer in his control. However, he knew that there was a reason they had made the Gikongai, and so he didn't complain, and hadn't when they handed him the pills in the first place.

"Watch me body, and stay safe. If any damage is caused by the Hollows... well, don't make a scene. I'll try and hold these things off until the Soul Society can scramble reinforcements, although I hope it happens soon," he said, and the Gikongai give a quick nod of agreement before turning around and sprinting off to find somewhere safer to hide. Shioshi, for his part, drew his Zanpakutou and left his own hiding place, and quickly found himself face to face with the first Hollow, who, unbeknownst to the oblivious couple, was preparing to feast. With a shout, Shioshi came forward, Zanpakutou slicing upwards and cutting the Hollow's mask in half. He was quickly onto the next Hollow without a backwards glance.

It was all too soon when he began to feel tired from the seemingly endless Hollow. He glanced up several times at the Garganta, but it wasn't until the fifth time he noticed the humanoid figure standing off to the side. He blanched as he realized just what it was. Arrancar. Realizing just how bad his situation was, Shioshi began to pull back, cutting down several more Hollow that got in his way before turning and simply fleeing. There was no way he could win without help. He just hoped that the help he needed would get here sooner, rather than later, or he'd soon be dead, devoured by one of the Hollow simply to make them more powerful. He soon came to a halt, panting, near another strip of stores. Here, he sat, staring off at the distant Garganta. He would wait here for reinforcements, and then join in whatever retaliatory strike would occur. That is, if there was going to be any help...

A line of five hollows suddenly dissolved almost simultaneously as a black and white streak whooshed past them. Standing near the last one was Kuro, having just arrived from the Soul Society. He took a look around the normally quiet town, which was now a scene of carnage. The amount of hollows, even as weak as they were, still would be too many for him to save the town by himself. Luckily, he hadn't been dispatched alone. A nicely sized force of the second squad began to leap onto the streets of the shopping center, arriving later than Kuro due to his haste of getting there as fast as he could and leaving them behind in the process. With the extra help, the hollows were beginning to become manageable. As far as Kuro could tell, no additional casualties of living beings or dead souls were occurring thanks to the shinigamis' intervention. He finished off a spider-like hollow that was foolish enough to approach him with one quick slash of his zanpakuto and glanced up towards the garganta. He immediately saw the arrancar near it and shunpoed up closer. Taking a fair distance from the apparent leader of this attack, he paused before approaching. Something seemed familiar about this arrancar...like he'd briefly seen him before. Kuro shook off the nostalgic feeling and shunpoed forward, brandishing his zanpakuto as he closed in on the arrancar and slashed downward at its chest.

Hinsshi slept quietly in the tree above second squad, he had been exhausted from training the day before and the massive man slept quietly with the young black cat purring in her sleep on his chest. The rose blooms softly floating down around his large frame, when slowly he opened his eyes, in time to receive a firm punch strait to his face. The attack was sudden and out of nowhere, followed by a yell from his sensei, "WAKE UP BAKA-NE!! We'r being dispatched by Kuro-Taicho!!" And with that the man shunpo'd off, he blinked slowly and groaned placing a hand over his forehead massaging his temples in sudden shock.

He grumbling out quietly, "One hell of a way to wake a guy up you bastard ..." He sighed and stood, up processing what he was told and quickly ground his heels into the ground and shot forward as his feet moved at surprisingly fast shots through the grounds, skidding through his room, setting the cat down as he landed. He easily scooped up his bright pink hilted Zanpaktou. As he scooped it up the blade became evident before he landed roughly two feet from the wall, sliding up his hood he dug in his heels and flashed forward suddenly.

His feet blurred as he chased after the Other second squader's, muttering softly under his breath before he landed and examined the senkaimon, the black hells butterfly floating beside him he nodded tot he gate guards before shooting past. As he landed he was behind both his Taicho and his allies, however he also knew the others in the squad seemed to look up to him for some odd reason, so he landed with a bump, before his eyes fell on his Taicho facing off with an Arrancar, his eyes narrowed his carefree look starting to fade.

He then spotted another shinigami panting tiredly in an alley with a seventh squad uniform, he quickly launched down from the building and knelt down with a large crack as his landed, the massive man stood up and offered a hand frowning a bit. "Are you alright ...? Injured?"

He asked, his hands beginning to glow a deep green of healing Kidou. As you looked upon him, it was obvious he is a tall and dark skinned man, possibly Greek in origin from his tone of skin. His orientation is enhanced by his physical build, holding himself with a large muscular build though not overly so, holding the body one would imagine a quarterback in America's 'Football' may have. Lean but well built and defined he holds every muscle with a equal strength, tone and definition.

His broad shoulder's slope a bit before angling into a well muscles chest and then moving down into a full eight pack that he's obviously worked hard to Earn. His Dark Skin is whittled in scar's and has a thin trail of chestnut brown bodyhair in a patch on his chest that forms a sleek thin trail down his abb's disapearing as his robe cover's the rest of his skin, hair clings to his forearms and halfway up his bicep's before becoming faint, and disappearing for the most part.

His sleek muscles angle down from his groin and form into a pair of sleek well-muscled calves and legs. As your gaze moves to his face and head you’ll see a carefree grin on his lightly bearded face however it is a bit concerned and his yes are serious for the warning that was coming as they had little time, even with the others there were plenty of hollow ... and arrancar to deal with, the thin beard darker along his jaw and lighter along his cheeks and lips.

He has it trimmed neatly and it matches well with the hard angles of his face, his carefree smile and perfect even white teeth combine with his dreamy, honey brown eyes that can make many melt just from his sweet talk. His long brown silky curly locks fall about his shoulder’s to about mid-back. Sometimes held in a loose ponytail, on some other occasions he just lets it hang loose. His Dark skin tone matches with his eyes and hair perfectly, giving him a incredibly attractive image to put off for all, around his throat is a scar that almost looks like he got his throat slit, likely a deathblow by how obvious it is, meaning it was a very deep strike.

His light tan lips tinted with pink grin constantly or smirk around his perfect even white teeth, his angled but not overly so face matching his lightly almond shaped eyes just enough to give him a more angelic appearance but not quite. He often has roses strewn through his hair for no apparent reason at all, in fact he doesn’t even seem to realize how they got there. As your eyes wander across his accessories and clothing now, the smell of gardens and roses, not overwhelming but soft and pleasant, fills the air.

He seems to give the smell of naturally as he does not wear any perfumes or colognes. His manicured nails are well-cared for but not exactly feminine with the body hair, and dark skin lined with scar’s and calluses. His jewelry is minimal, simple things he wears a pair of pink ruby earrings one in each ear, his tongue being pierced with a similar ring. Around his neck he holds a gold thin chain with a pink rose carved from some sort of pink and red crystal around his throat half hiding his scar. His Robes themselves are the simple robes of his ranking; he does however add a pink flair here and there along him to math his general styles.

On his body and form. At his side there is a bright pink Zanpaktou, which is a Smooth and Sleek blade, It is a thin shape even for a Katana, looking more like a Saber then a Katana. However along its sides are smooth designs of Vines and Flowers carved all the way down its sides, It defiantly represents his odd flowering Smells well, as the Hilt-wrap itself is a Bright Florescent Pink, Its studs being a Bright Green Emerald wherever the loth connects to itself along the Hilt in the Usual Katana Pattern.

The Metal underneath the wrap is a Dark brown with streaks of green through it, and the blades metal itself has an odd Green Tint along its edge and shape. At the end of the Hilt there is a slim silver chain connecting to a Bright Pink and Green Crystaled Rose hanging and swimming from its end gently, certainly not a released shikai, the Blade seems to simply have its own personality that shines through much like its Owners even though it is only Sealed.

Though a Keen eye and Nose may Notice that Hinsshi's smell of Roses and Flowers does seem stronger when his Sword is Drawn and Ready, as well as near his Waist where the blade Rests when Sheathed. The Sheath itself is a flawless Wood wrapped with Bright Pink Leather with strips of Pink silk edged with Green flowing along the Wood, at the point where the Crosshilt of the Zanpaktou reaches the Sheath, there is a Green metallic Cap with off Curving of the Metal as if in the Shape of Countless Inch-Long thorns from the Metal much like a Roses Stem just under the Flower's Rosebud oddly enough. As his hands glowed with bright green he knelt down preparing to heal an wounds sustained on the man and then get to Kuro-Taicho to assist him.