A strong breeze picked up. Arku sped through the sky. He had sensed the spiritual pressure of a hollow nearby. He knew there would be a "target" for him to kill nearby.
As Arku rushed high above Karakura he felt the hollow's spirit pressue vanish. Arku paused letting the cold air catch him. Another person must have slain the creature. He became curious as to who had stolen his kill. Arku jeted off to where the hollow was last sensed.
Arku arrived to see a strange human woman near a fading hollow. The woman stared up dirrectly at him. The wind abruptly changes dirrections. Arku lowers onto a rooftop.
"What killed that creature?"

Lampero Quarrez watched with fascination as he saw a human woman seem to absorb the hollow she had killed. How intriguing! Humans, both mundane and gifted, never ceased to fascinate him! It was why he loved their company so much. He would have much rather she left the things corpse for him to devour, however. He was kind of hungry, after all, but that one had looked especially delicious. He decided he wanted to know more about her.

He had already deduced that she was perceptive. She had been able to predict where her opponent would be and in what position they would best receive her flying bullets. She also had a sense of justice that had been born from her confidence, but also a wish to take in pain. The way she slid her hands to her guns, and the fact that she did not flinch spoke to that, along with her stance and posture when she opened fire. Her black attire, and style choice, also gave it away. She looked nearly like a human version of a shinigami.

The smoking was what made him suspect she wanted something subtle to be a constant reminder of something, but he couldn't place his finger on what until he got a closer look at her. She had inhaled as she began firing, but functioned as if she didn't even feel it. She had to know it would still burn and distract even the stoutest of marksmen, who normally fired their shots as they exhaled and between heartbeats to grant them the greatest accuracy and precision.

Maybe she didn't feel it... it was certainly possible, though he'd never seen a human exhibit that quality before. She might have become used to it, as he only just noticed how her lips naturally accomodated the presence of the cigarette - most humans seemed to purse their lips to keep it in place, especially when they got into an exciting encounter, but her lips didn't seem to tighten. He knew she didn't sleep much when he noticed the dark color beneath her eyes. It looked too natural to be cosmetic.

Yes, he definitely must meet her. He was well-known in this town and had many human friends. Maybe she'd seen him babysitting some of the children outside the stores while there parents shopped. Or simply walking with one of the small city's officers and talking with them - sometimes even helping out. He hadn't yet met the shinigami who had been assigned to this section of the Living World, but those overseers always had Shinigami cell phones on them, so confirmation of his identity was only a phone call away. He really hated it when misunderstandings occurred.

Calmly, he walked toward the woman. He approached in the open with a friendly smile and neutral posture, waving his hand and speaking a greeting to her.

Arku had been ready to strike down what killed the hollow,slowly unsheathing his zanpakutou, and the woman was the only suspect, as far as he could see. However strange a man showed up from the streets, and Arku resheathed his sword. The man approached the woman without fear as if he was aware of all the woman could do. He seemed only good willed towards her. Arku smirked at the arrival of the man. He had hidden his spiritual energy for the time, waiting to find the hollow, and continued so, but he could not hold back his curiosity.
Arku jumped from the roof top and vanished from the scene silently. Using shunpo he advanced while in the Onmitsukidō he travel his needed distance in lightning speed. He took cover in a building landing gently one foot at a time where he could watch the two from a distance but not be seen. The building was across the block and abandoned. No normal eyes could see into the windows it being so dark inside.
Arku did not want an escape from the situation to to test his experiment. Clearly the man was overly arrogant about his social skills. The way the man carried himself was similar to the "lover boys" of Arku's tribe. Arku gracefully brushes his banes from his face with his left hand to better see his entertainment.

" That man wears the garments of arrancar." Arku thought to himself "What bussiness could he have here?"
He knew if he faced this man it could prove more difficult than imprisoning any threat he had faced before. Though, Arku was not intemidated by this, but the idea excited him. He always wanted a dangerous adversary to kill, but he had to be sure this was it.
With this Arku drew his sword with his right hand and hid

Lampero laughed, "Yes, I do. I've lived in this town for twenty-six years. I am fascinated about how you fought that tasty-looking hollow, though, and wanted to meet you."

He kept walking until he stood only a few feet from her. He had smelled the stench of blood several meters back, but did not mention it so as not to alarm her. He also knew that it would probably be unwise to simply tell her to be at ease. Not yet. She had to divine that through her own faculties or she'd never trust him. Extending his hand, he introduced himself with a naturally charming smile.

"My name is Lampero Quarrez - don't mind the mask. You don't need to give me your name if you wish it not. Are you from around here?"

Arku's cell began to ring with a quick snatch in his pocket he drew his phone. He only but stay on the phone for a moment before showed a face of complete horror.
Arku retreated out the building and out of Karakura town entirely.
In the building a new shadow emerged silently. The shadow stood to the window Who ever the shadow was, he took off his top hat and placed it on the floor to his left side. His hands clasped together and rubbed with what must have been anticipation.
A smile crossed over the face of the shadow and the identity of the shadow became clear. Slaktor stood at the window possibly interested int the human's interaction with the other being.
One might assume he called Arku and arranged himself for a replacement. However, the question of "why?" remained. Truman as all knew only held interest in spiders. Why would he be interested in this.
Some how spiders must have been involved. They must have been, for there was no other explanation.

*OCC: quick character change... I couldn't use Arku