Bright rays of light signaled the start of dawn, as the tree's leaves glistened in the sunlight, small drops of dew falling to the cold ground, where the insects live. A cool wind blew throughout the city of Karakura, the ancient city which had stood for a thousand years, wind whistled through the branches, dislodging small green leaves from their nestled abode. All the while amidst the cool 60 degrees, fahrenheit, Kronsire wandered through the early morning oblivious to most happenings around him, purely focused on his direction. In Kronsire's heart, he seemed content as he had not been molested by any security this time around, which lightened his spirits. The normal cloak of black, red, and orange, flowed in the breeze as the few people out on the street this morning parted to the side to let the giant through. A clanking sound could be heard has the contents of his coffin box rattled together in the case of bone, which to say the least stood almsot at an average human's height. Kronsire possessed a fine persona, as he tried to not cause any mishaps with the city folk, as they walked by to their jobs, or drove on the streets of Karakura. As the giant man continued on his small march to no place in particular.

At the gentle giant's side was, without a doubt, his handy marionette, frshly stringed with tissue and bone; the white color of its face reflecting some of the light, as its boney jaw moved, articulating new words that Kronsre had learned from a dictionary, and a few chance meetings with strangers. As the stringed puppet counted its fingers for syllables, Kronsire shuffled along in an old styled monk fashion, with both hands clasped together under his sleeves, along with a hood over his head covering everything but the bright orange mask on his face. 390 pounds of solitude moved across the sidewalk until Kronsire decided to take a small break from traveling, not tired just merely bored of walking with no place in particular. Barely able to remember how he had even traveled across the Pacific Ocean, if it had not been for the fish smell which still stayed inside his large robe.

Kronsire leaned against the side of a wall in a small alley, his marionette, energetic as ever, prancing from insect to insect, stone to stone, until its curiousity finally settled on a small hole in the wall, which could see into a small crevice. A grotesque voice exited the puppet, similiar to a cackle and raspy voice.

"Ke-He-He! Life is grand when one is able to lay back, and just... settle!"

The sky was a bright blue, kind and gentle in appearence from below. Clouds crawled through the sky without a qualm or disappointment for the humans which made their nests on the fragile Earth. White, blue, and the yellow of the sun were the masters of the sky, this morning.

Fritz was walking at dawn right now... He was wearing a silver tanktop, black-blue jeans, and Gray-ish boots. His silver guitar strapped over his shoulder... He was walking during the dawn because he needed some fresh air and maybe find someone to recruit into The Committee... It was either try and recruit someone or try and infiltrate Hueco Mundo to gain intel on the Arrancar base. Fritz was crazy, but he wasn't dumb so he chose the recruiting.

While walking, he saw a giant-esque man in an alleyway... and he had a higher reiatsu level than most people he knew. Fritz took a leap of faith and thought that the man might be a human with special abilities. Fritz observes the man for half of a minute, looking at the orange mask and the puppet on his shoulder and his coffin on his back... This man was definitely not the average person. Well, now that Fritz thinks about it, he isn't an average arrancar either. That makes him chuckle. Soon, the man walks into an alleyway. Fritz decides to climb up the building next to the alleyway and follow the man there... However, once on the roof and 8 steps later, Fritz trips over the gravelly roof and fall into a dumpster in front of the masked man...

Fritz went head-first into the dumpster with a loud DOOOONG... His leg twitches with life after a couple of seconds. Three seconds later, Fritz hops out of the trashcan and checks his guitar, seeing that it is spotless before he goes on to address the bag of dog doodoo on his head and other assorted trash on his body... When all of the trash was off Fritz's body, he walks over to the masked man and says, "Well... Ain't you special. I don't mean anything bad of it, but you looks larger than life... What might your name be?" Fritz was just a little more interested in this human than he was in his guitar at the moment. The moment won't last long though, but just enough to keep Fritz's mind off of music for a minute or two...

At the moment, Kronsire had been blankly staring at the opposite wall infront of himself, as he thought of random ideas which crossed his mind. Sorting through ideas that could be used to make some money to clean his robe, which, to say the least, needed a cleaning. However, that thought stopped right as a man seemingly fell from the sky, disrupting the small quiet that existed in the alley way. Noting the fact, that whoever had fallen had luckily landed in to a dumpster, as unsanitary as that was. Kronsire was unmoved by this anticipated death of this fallen person, after s many years there is little to really care about deeply, but to his surprise the body started moving again. The stranger being alive and well, from what could be seen at the very least.

As the man cleaned himself off, somewhat, the bone white marionette, who had been following a spider, turned its attention to the new person. Noticing a guitar which belonged to the odd dumspter stranger.

As the marionette crawled on its stomach towards Kronsire its face glared at the guitar holding guy, as it moved closer and closer to the gentle giant. Laughing some what evilly as it imitated the spider it had been focused on for the past minute.

"Ke-He-He! Whats this, raining people now? Things are always such... fun. Fun! Fun! Fun! Ke-He-He! And the flying stranger still lives and is able to speak! Though, you broke a rat's home, Tsk Tsk Tsk! But I forgive you! The tall thing goes by the name of Kronsire... be careful though, you wouldn't want another one of your people to fall on top of you... Ke-He-He!"

The maronette chuckled somewhat violently, as it seemed to peer right through the stranger's eyes, as if he did not exist. Its head slowly turning in a circle, with its sinister grin plastered on its face. All the while, Kronsire stood motion less, unphased that the man still lived. The seven foot tall man looking directly at the stranger's face. The puppet counter part now gripping onto Kronsire's right arm like a lizard, or perhaps a primape of some sort, as the medium, one seventh of the height of Kronsire grappled further upwards until it sat upon the right shoulder, still holding is same expression and glare.

(OOC: I am so sorry that I haven't posted in forever... I forgot about this with all the stuff that's going on... Don't worry, I will remember better now...)

"Heheheh... That's funny," Fritz says with another chuckle before continuing on to say, "Well, that is a neat looking mask you have there Kronsire. Anyways, what is your name? Oh, and don't worry... There are no more people falling from the sky. I just clumsilly fell off the building..." Fritz directs this question towards the little marionnette. This big man was sure a sight to see. Also, it seems that he will only communicate through the puppet. The puppet is a little creepy. Heh, it acts almost the same way as the Sadistic Fritz.

(OOC: Sorry for the short post)

Listening intently to the sky man, who remained nameless, Kronsire commanded his marionette to crawl forward, grasping onto Sire's chest for balance, and outstretch its boney hand to the fallen man, as a gesture of greeting. All the while the white faced medium laughed at the stranger's question.

"Name? What need I of a name? Silly thing a name is! Merely an utterances of sounds and grunts, which create a small rhythm which we then attach meaning. Ke-He-He! If you must have your way then call me... umm... err... oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Call me 'K' for I always liked the sound of that letter! Ke-He-He! Such fun!"

Circling around Sire like an annoying insect, the hyper puppet crawled around Kronsire's waist then climbed onto his left shoulder and sat there for merely a split second until the puppet was on the ground.

"Tell me, tell me, tell me! Stranger from the big blue sky! What brings you here to disturb the creator's boredom! Afterall it is always nice to find people without discriminating eyes! Ke-He-He!"