Walter walked gently his feet gracefully floating along the sand on his way down the moonlit shore. A soft smile lay across his face and his red hair flapped gently in the breeze. Pausing for a moment to adjust the bright red tie that added a dash of color to his pitch-black suit and white button up, he looked up at the moon. It really was beautiful, like a glowing severed head surrounded by bright speckles of blood. With a gleeful smile he remembered his day… having resurrected on the banks of the Charles he replaced his tattered rags with the fine tailor made Ben Sherman suit he now wore and made his way towards Logan airport. Upon his arrival to Bogota him and the stewardess had shacked up in a hotel room and spent a few hours entertaining their cardinal desires. Unfortunately for her that meant a side of dismemberment and an accidental plunge off the 32nd floor balcony onto the pavement below, luckily he had paid for the room in cash under a false name. It wasn’t anything personal it was just she had a wedding ring tan and still kept the ring with her, the vows had went till death do us part so he was just making an honest woman out of her.

However, that had left him without accommodations for the night, not the worst situation for a filthy rich man in a tropical paradise, after all it was still warm even this late at night, and he had drove north to the beach. Plopping down on the sand, his reiatsu suppressed to that of a just barely spiritually aware human, he watched the waves roll in and out wondering what new life he would adopt this time… He could be anything, he’d been everything, watching the water lap gently at the sands of the beach he couldn’t help but wonder if there was nothing left to entertain him in this world, had he killed in everyway imaginable… Had he died so much that living was just boring? Shaking the doubts from his head he settled on a name, traveling photographer Mike O’Connor. A simple man from Wisconsin, he’d never really liked Middle America but he had the ID on him and it didn’t have any crimes logged on the name yet.

Time past and he felt the distinct reiatsu presence of a low level hollow in the distance, somewhere along the beach; an unfortunate victim was stalking him. With a smile he waited wondering how it would die… Would it suffer? Would it beg? Maybe he could torture it for a bit… who knew?

A garganta opened high over head as a tall arrancar stepped trough. His reiatsu was completely hidden, as per usual. The Arrancar floated down to the ground, landing on the flat roof of a beach side building. He wore his heavy black cloak, his face hidden in the depths of the hood, so that only if he released his reiatsu, would one know he was hollow. Unless of course they pulled the cloak off.

Zezel sat on the edge of the roof. This was his third visit to this beach in the last week, and none of the visits were food related. Something was happening to the arrancar that he didn't like, and feeding on human's did not appeal to him lately. He had settled on eating hollow, and although that was close to cannibalism for him, so was eating human's, since he was not a 'pure' arrancar.

The arrancar looked down the beach as a hollow appeared. it was safe to say the creature could have followed him, since he had just come from the menos forest. It would be dangerous to let it roam around, so he stood up and proceeded to follow it. The hollow was making it way down the beach, towards a figure in the distance. Zezel assumed it was a human, but could not feel power coming from him, meaning he was defenseless and unawares of the danger.

Zezel sonido'd forward stopping infront of the hollow who tried to walk past. Zezel sighed and charged his cero, killing the hollow in a single shot. If the human was just a normal human he would have no clue that any of that had just happened. Satisfied that all was well he began to walk away, without relizing the human could see him.

(ooc there is a reason my arrancar is acting different to his personality, which i intend to edit at some point. )

It had been a long time since he had taken in such a nice night. He looked up at the sky and his bright blue eyes sheened in the sharp moonlight. Kaito sighed as the wind picked up and blew his papers off of the tables at the outside cafe. He shook his head and bent down to pick them up, they weren't that important but he didn't want the story of his life being blown down the streets of Bogota. The wind picks up again blowing his paper back into the cafe. Pinching the bridge of his know, Kaito lets out a grunt of frustration. He opens his eyes, now with a purple glow. "Fuck it." He says with a snap of his fingers, causing his papers and the cafe around it to burst into a purple flame.

He feels a small twinge, a tiny hollow reiatsu towards the beach. Deciding to let out more of his frustration on this pathetic beast, Kaito makes his way towards the shore. He jumps to one of the low sitting building near the shore to get a better look at were his 'target' seems to be. Just as he reaches the edge of the roof, a flash of red occurs on the beach. As the beam disappears so does the hollow reiatsu. Without being able to sense where the beam came from Kaito shrugs, "Vizard I guess."

His interest now peaked, Kaito jumps from the roof and walks towards where the beam was. He notices another man walking to the same spot as him. Looking back towards the cero area, Kaito sees a cloaked person, very interesting indeed. Kaito lets his reiatsu presence known but keeps it in check, not wanting to show what he truly was just yet. "Why hello there my curious friends. What brings the two of you out this evening?"

It has been a long day for the pink haired quincy; the young teen walked in annoyance this was clearly not his day and despite the fact that he just went through a lot of crap a strange aura caught his since. It was the scent of a hollow, it wasn’t that strong but it was nearbye. The quincy sighed before using Hirenkyakuto reach the area, he hid his reistu as he saw a hollow about to attack a human so he instantly summoned his quincy bow and took aim at the hollow from a distance. His quincy bow was very large, it was about six foot long and had two shields to form the bow like body and blade like edges. He aimed at the hollow and was about to ends its life when a cero was launched and instantly killed the hollow. The quincy frowned at this and raised an eyebrow as he saw cloaked man.

The coat he wore did not let the quincy determine weather he was an arrancar or a vizard and seeing as though the cero launcher was hiding his reistu he knew he was hiding something. He instantly turned his arrow towards the cloaked figure unsure rather or not the human could see when he felt another reistu in the area. The pink haired quincy was an expert at sensing reistu and therefore tried to determined what race it belonged to. His eyes slightly widened in shock as it felt like his own kind, but much stronger. This was a very unexpected sight for the quincy; so much so that he accidently released the arrow he had aimed at the cloaked figure. His eyes widened in shock as he didn’t mean to let the arrow go, but since he did there was no turning back now; he only hoped that it was an enemy so that he wouldn’t feel too bad about it.

Bogota, home of the vizards. Home of the Kishimasuku. The Endless. And its most destructive member was BORED. And that usually wasn't a good thing. But sometimes it was. Today, the five foot tall vizard wore a very wierd combination today. A green berat as a hat, hiding some of his cyan colored hair, a yellow T-shirt with red lightning bolts on it, a lime green striped tie, and khaki shorts. His shoes were violet. His sword was at his left hip, a standard katana. His left eye is blue-grey, while his right is hollowfied. Raiden Arashi, the literal Storm of Destruction, walked through the city, looking for something to do or something fun to watch.

As he looked into an alley, he recognized pink hair...and when he saw him...he turned red from anger. This bastard shot Shirayuki Lisola! His boss's daughter and the Captain-Commander's daughter! He was lucky Rai was there to calm her down before she killed the man. He was lucky Rai himself didn't kill the man. But that was not his place. He had told Rena all about it. And he was sure Selkie also knew about it too. "HEY YOU PINK HAIRED BASTARD!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE IN THE HOME OF THE VIZARDS?! DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?!" Rai yelled at the top of his lungs and flared his power to match this quincy's. His right hand was on his sword. This guy had balls, that's for sure, but he would soon be losing his head...

Walter looked away from the water and stars, his peaceful respite and potential game suddenly interrupted by the arrival of a cloaked man and his beam of energy that ripped through the night air and his potential victim. Frowning before he flopped up, sand dripping from his back and hair like drops of water. With a smile he approached the cloaked stranger, he supposed he could have fun with him instead, he was about to introduce himself as Mike Stone mild mannered reported, when a new voice broke the silence.

“ "Why hello there my curious friends. What brings the two of you out this evening?"

His smile unwavering he spoke a slight Wisconsin accent peaking from underneath his nearly perfectly polished words.

“Just a bit of sand and moonlight, after all wouldn’t you gentlemen agree that…

Walter stopped his sentence mid-thought as a beam of energy in the shape of an arrow hurtled through the air searing it’s way towards the cloaked stranger. Then a shout, anger shook in a mans voice as a new and even more powerful man appeared. Even from this distance Walter could feel his power. His smile widened reaching into his eyes, his night had just turned interesting… was this dance about to turn violent. In his head he could see it, a concerto of death and destruction tuned to the melody of Antonio Vivaldi’s Winter Allegro. Blood would streak across the sand as fire danced to the melody. A slice a swoosh… a fallen body part…. Then a scream, violent and pained filled as the music soared into the heavens. His smile broadening, Walter watched patiently wondering if he would kill or be killed. What part of this beautiful dance would he play… he was so excited… It took all his will power not to giddily clap his hand squeal in delight, so instead he stood there his eye’s gleaming in the moonlight, watching the scene unfold.

The sudden appearance of the quincy caused Zezel to jump back, expecting an attack. He realised the new arrival was speaking to the two of them, so it was safe to say that as the human spoke, he could indeed see Zezel. He was safe for now, with his hood up, but it was going to be harder to get away unscathed, if they both decided to attack. Thats when he realised he was being attack, the human having tipped him off by stopping mid sentence. He jumped away as a pick arrow ripped trough his hood, revealing his face.

The arrancar stood stock still, trapped in a triangle of people, all more than likely ready to kill him. He didn't run though, as it seemed everone was concentrating on the powerful presence that was screaming at the quincy. Things might not be as bad as they seemed, but the tall arrancar was more than likely wrong, considering humans Quincy and what he thought was a shinigami, did not like arrancar, which was understand, considering he had eaten more than his fair share of them.

Still he spoke to the two nearest to him. He might be less likely to get pulverized if he was friendly. "Oh well, thats my disguise ruined." He said to the men with a smile. He turned to the one who'd been lying in the sand first. "You were aware of that hollow, i presume? That could have been bad had he caught you lying there." To the other man, he answered his question. "Just a stroll. Bogata is nice this time of year." He said, his purple eyes glowing. He was ready to fight if the attacked, his Zanpakuto hidden in his sleave, but he would have liked it if they didn't attack. He didn't feel like fighting.

A wicked grin came to Kaito's lips as the events played out before him. He looked over his shoulder when he felt a quincy reiatsu. As the arrow flew towards the cloak man, Kaito's own fingers twitched with excitement. It had been such a long time since he had fired his own bow that the sight of this arrow was making him antsy. He pushed the malevolent thoughts from his head and just watched as the arrow cut the cloaked mans hood.

Before he could look at the mans face, Kaito was distracted by the shout of a nearby vizard. 'Well this is just getting better and better now isn't it' he thought to himself and his purple eyes fluxed with reiatsu. Looking back towards the cloaked man, "Yes, the nights are fantastic around this time. Friends of yours?" He says, nodding his head towards the vizard and quincy. Of course he was being sarcastic.

Kaito knew that this scenario had a high probability of getting nasty fast. Something that wouldn't bother him at all. He looked at the human that was also near him and smiled at him. "So your 'aware'? Well this night may be one for the books in Bogota, huh?" He looks back over at the Quincy and Vizard. "Hey, Mr. Mask, don't be starting any fights, were are having a lovely time over here."

(I'm sooooo sorry, I had completely forgotten this thread. My appologies it won't happen again)

Just as soon as the arrow was released, a familiar voice startled him causing him to jump and turn towards the familiar kid from the other day, it took him a matter of seconds to let his words sink in and finally realize what he just said. “Home of the Vizards!” that was the last place he thought this would be even though he did just recently received some training by a really strong and beautiful vizard that he had forgotten the name of… he did knew it was something like Ressa, Kera, Rena… well something like that.

He felt very dumb as he looked down at the young kid who was scolding him, but he knew better then to disrespect him even if he did look like a little brat that vizard was five times more deadly then what he looked. “With all due respect, I was sent here to do some proper training with a vizard that was looking for students and or shinigami. I honestly didn’t know that I was trespassing on the home of the vizards.” He said stating the truth since he just finished his training with the other two shinigami and the vizard that was known as Rena.

The pink haired quincy slightly turned as he heard the other quincy speak, he looked at him yet said nothing as he the quincy seemed to have been talking with a human and an…. arrancar? Seeing the arrancar he gave an suspicious expression, but didn’t push the issue since he himself could be in some serious trouble if Raiden was in a really bad mood and doesn’t believe what he said.

"You're not technically trespassing, our base isn't in Bogota, but near it. But considering you SHOT my boss's DAUGHTER really doesn't make you too popular. And hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Mark my words. If Rena finds you...well, lets just say that there won't be anything left to bury. I'll believe you just this once, but you may not want to visit here too often. You might end up being splattered across the city or having nothing left indeed. Or my rival would probably kill you very, very slowly. All the while stealing your virginity if you still have it. She's phsycho like that. I honestly don't know why Rena puts up with that devious slut..." Rai talked to the pink haired man while looking at the others. A decently powered human. A decently powered Arrancar. This decently power quincy. Nothing he couldn't handle. But at the sight of the elder quincy, his grin went wide with malicious intent. He even spoke to him.

"Oh? But you're the only one that can stand against me. I'm pretty bored right now. And wouldn't mind some fun. As long as that arrancar doesn't cause mischief, I won't slaughter him like the beast that he is. He won't be of any fun. Niether will the other two humans. But you...you're barely weaker than I am. Not enough to make any real difference. What do you say? Shall we dance to the epic song of battle? Or do you prefer to just talk?" The small vizard drew his sword and held it above him with one hand, before grabbing it with his left, and then lowering to a forty five degree angle to his hip, on his right side. Rai's own personal battle stance. Speed and skill was him. And he wasn't called the "Storm of Destruction" for no reason. Now it's just a matter if he would accept his little challenge or not.

Walter frowned, it would seem the beautiful romance of death and gore would not be showing its face here today. No instead he was confronted with what seemed to be a peaceful situation and a friendly sparring match… Nothing of note. Yet, the man who had received the challenge oozed with a power Walter had never felt before as well as the vizard that had offered it. A sudden feeling crept up Walters spine a pleasant tingling chill that raised the hairs on the back of his neck and dripped his brow with the slightest trail of perspiration. His frown turned as he realized, he was afraid… it was delightful, a power so strong that he had felt a natural pull towards his instincts of fear, how could he contain himself now? He wanted to sing and dance and twirl in a ballet of blood and ecstasy, he wanted pull out his guns and fire until one of them tore him to pieces and his blood swirled into the sand, an impressionist masterpiece of modern art.

However, he had just arrived here in bogota and the suit was brand new, it would be insult to its beauty and design to let them tear it. For a moment he considered stripping to his birthday suit standing exposed to the wind before he set the tune of this interaction to chaos. But, this was vacation and a brand new identity, so with a resigned sigh he spoke to answer the mans question once more slipping on the disguise of Wisconsin photographer Mike O’Connor.

“Aware yes, though this may be more then one for the books friend, it’s regular spiritual UN conference here we even got us a peaceful arrancar… unless he still figuring out how to kill us all... Though I’d have to say I’m a bit more interested in my first time meeting a Quincy and a Vizard. Of course the one time I don’t have my camera on me. Figured it might break on my hollow hunt… which didn’t go exactly the way I thought it would.”

With a friendly smile Walter contemplated the thing he would need to make this new identity work, first and foremost he’d need to go get a camera. One of those big black ones that annoying tourists always carried and never knew how to work, he’d also need to buy a condo… something on the beach… with a sound proof basement.

Zezel let out a small sigh of relief. As long as he didn't start anything, he wasn't going to die. He ignored the rest of the comment, not letting it get to him, for several reasons not in clueding it would likely result in his death and the arrancar really didn't have all that much fight in him at the moment. He listened to the human speak and chuckled a little. "Well, i think if i was going to try kill you all, i'd come back with more arrancar. I wouldn't worry to much, i'm not in the mood to fight, or am i greatly interested in killing human's. I just like coming to bogata." he said. He listened to the vizards challenge to the quincy and stepped aside. "This should be interesting to watch." He said.

He looked around between the four people, stopping on the pink haired quincy who had just been given out to by the vizard. He didn't have much to add so he just stood by and waited to see what the quincy's reply would be, and considered getting the hell out of the human world before the fight started, but at the same time, he wanted to watch the fight, and see how it ended.

Katio clenched his fist and whispered to himself, "Don't, please, there are to many innocent here." "Oh fuck off pretty boy, you kept me on lock down to long, this is my night." Takeda (alter) turns the vizard and lets out a laugh, "Sup little kid? Fighting you might be fun, but we got ourselves a nice little crowd brewing here. How about we make things interesting?" Takeda turns to Walter.

"Dude, I can smell the blood on you. You may be who you say you are, but you are definitely itching for this fight right now aren't ya?" He says with a voice filled with malice and mal-intent. Before hearing his response, he also turns to the arrancar. "And lord knows you must be wigging out right now. And arrancar surrounded by 3 humans and a Vizard, you must be bursting at the seams to fire some ceros."

He then turns to the other Quincy, "And you there! Don't you wanna punish these "sinners"!?" He says letting out some viscous laughter. After making his rounds to all the other, he turns back to the Vizard, "Let's make some teams, we can be captains if you want. If thats how were gonna roll then I'm picking mister UN over here first, I'm liking his style." Takeda waits for everyone's response to his verbal abuse.

(Lol we are only five so I’m adding in an extra character to make it six people in total.)

The vizard may have looked young, but he was something more like a boogie man in Izzy’s view as he spoke; upon hearing him say Rena he finally recalled that the vizard that just recently trained him was indeed the mother of the girl he shot. She didn’t seem very much like the lady they were talking about; although she did take them on three against one and it more than an amazing sight. He was glad he did believe him, but as he spoke about his rival he felt as a sickening feeling go down his stomach; he honestly would never like to encounter her even if he was told to come back here again.

He sighed in relief as Raiden turned and spoke towards the vizard, but the response he gave wasn’t expected as he went from asking the vizard not to fight to a group battle. It was more than obvious that this wasn’t your everyday quincy as he went all around and spoke towards each person and tempted them for a team battle.
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From a distance the gentle breezed danced through pink hair as pale aqua-colored eyes observed attentively the five men below. She didn’t normally interfere, but seeing as though they were outnumbered it would only be fair if she joined. She was wearing a Military-like Uniform; based around a sleeveless white overcoat over a brown turtle-neck-like shirt and green metallic pauldron with yellow stripes symbolizing her unspecified rank. She had a shoulder guard on one shoulder and padded gloves. Notably, she also wears a red cape attached to her back on the left side, a long black sleeve over her left arm, knee-high leather boots, and a brown mini-skirt over high-topped black shorts.

She jumped down from her area and near the strange group; her eyes were closed at first as she walked towards them, she was on neither one of their sides and so did not care who side she fought on. “Seeing as though there are only five of you, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if I joined in the fight.” She said in a soft and calm voice as her eyes finally open to look at them in the face, her gaze completely avoided the pink haired quincy as she unsheathed her sword like doll in preparation for the fight.

(OOC: Um...probably unnecessary...since Rai does have Full Vizard Form at his beck and call...)

Raiden frowned and pouted. "I don't do team battles unless it is with someone just as strong or stronger than I am. Anyone else would just get in my way..." Another jumped out, and offered to partake in the mass fight. Rai's mismatched eyes looked at her. "Ms. Bounto, there isn't going to be a team battle. Everyone here is in the upper vice captain level except me and the elder quincy. Both of which are at the upper captain level of power. Only thing you guys will do is slow us down and get in our way. If you wanna fight and do a team battle, do it elsewhere and don't cause a whole lot of trouble. Or others of my kind will be showing up to teach you a thing or two. Since I will be preoccupied and there is no way to tell a battle's outcome." He basically growled at the new arrival. Seriously, when did all of these people get here? And why were all of them this strong? He didn't like it. But at least he had some entertainment. Rai was never too keen on team battles. If you rely too much on a team, you'll grow weak. Everyone needs to be at the same level or close enough, even to the leader, or else you would only get in the way. He's seen that much too often in his days as a Shinigami...