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Arriving at the warehouse, Tsumuro looked around to notice that everything was still nicely furnished and hidden away from outsiders. Though the outside of the warehouse appeared as one, on the inside there were rooms where the others could rest in each section. One of these rooms was where he brought Raiden to rest. The guy had been through a tough ordeal. The hard part was out of the way, but there was still the vizard training to go through.

"Rest up Raiden. You're gonna need it. Now I need to speak with Rednal about somethings."

He turned and went back to the stocking section of the warehouse. Little did the old man know, the only reason the soul society hadnt't worried about him was because he was no threat to them. The only fact the Soul Society didn't know was probably the fact that Rednal didn't know they were aware of their knowledge on him. The only time they considered him a threat was from his recent hollowficatioin infection in which they would have killed him on sight if it wasn't for Tsumuro convincing him to join him.

"Say Rednal. It's time we gather the Shinigami Vizards. We have no place to go. The Soul Society will greet turn us away and so will Hueco Mundo for our Shinigami lineage. Therefore we will follow our own path."

My Eyes Can't Be Hazed.

"That won't be necessary, at least for my sake." Takashi walked up, hands in his pockets, blank expression on his face. "I don't know about Shiro, but I've been able to smell your scent since I've come here to Earth. A Gift, as it were." His eyes shot at Rednal, then back to Tsumuro. "I'm not here to make friends or join a 'Resistance', or whatever you call this. I'm only here because I was told I could help gain control over this power by a source. The... urges are getting worse every day."

Takashi didn't want to have to resort to others helping him, but at this stage, any help would be accepted in full. He just wanted to be left alone to hunt his target and then disappear from all eyes.

My Soul Can't Be Swayed

~Ouritsu having traveled the world for years finaly came back to the place where it all began seeing that it was now a robust metropolitan city. He looked very different from the rest of the population in terms of clothing. Dawned in a black v-neck sleeveless cloth shirt, with a grey kosode he wears like a cape, black hakamas with a white hakama-himoe at his left side instead in a bow at his front, and white tabi socks with waraji sandals. Coming off the boat that Karakura shipyard Ouritsu slid his zanpakuto into his kosode at his left side. The light caught his hair setting the golden streaks aflame augmenting his hair to that of a lions mane. as he traveled the world he saw things grow and nothing was new to him. He was a stow away of coarse and had to sneak aboard and rush off with the others, though he stuck out in a crowd. Stepping off of the rap onto the cold concrete covered ground he followed a set of railroad tracks that lead him to the industrial warehouse sector of the city. He heard while on his travels that there where more like him. The stories where always half whispered and seemed to come from secondary sources, but none the less he had to see for himself, though arriving at the warehouses was quite ironic and unplanned in every way. As always when he arrived in a new city his first thoughts came to finding a place to sleep during the day lucky for him the place was full of abandoned buildings and seemed very secluded. The breeze pushed against his high ponytail that was draped over his left shoulder but now wafting in the wind. Not wanting to draw attention to himself he kept to the cold shadows that where cast by the large store houses in the late sun that would set in a mater of hours. He looked to the east and saw that the sunset would be quite magnificent this night. Stepping out he of the shadows he came across a smaller warehouse that looked to once upon a time store car parts. Smelling of grease and the smooth concrete floor covered in oil streaks Ouritsu made his way to the far left corner on the west side of the warehouse. Entering the main office he smirked seeing a pullout couch that seemed to be always be in these warehouses. Flopping down onto the torn sofa Ouritsu relaxed on the lumped mattress as the bar dug into his back, but regardless it felt good to not sleep on cold steel that was the ships hull. The boat rise over was three days and it was a rough three days for him. Letting his Zanpakuto rest on the left side of the couch against the arm rest. Resting his head back he instently fell asleep.

~Thrashing in REM sleep his eyes flickered as his neck strained and his jaw tensed. Convulsing in five minute intervals he let loose a yell that echoed through the warehouse and resonating out to the other empty buildings, if his presence was not known before it was now. Waking to a cold sweat he jumped up and slowly flung his legs over the side of the pullout sofa. Leaning over his let his arms rest on his knees with his face in his hands. Slowly he lifted himself up rolling his shoulders after he whipped his face. Looking out he saw a set of stares to the right of the office door. Taking them he noticed his zanpakuto was not at his side, but he did not need it at the moment so there was no need to descended the stairs from the halfway point that he had just crossed. He stood on an iron stairwell and ascended another flight of stairs, these being wooden and reinforced, that lead to the roof. Exiting to the roof he saw the sun was no where to be found and the moon in full bloom. Walking to the edge of the flat roof he leaned over the side with an exhausted look about him. Looking down at the cold concrete he saw only shadows pass as all light faded. He had no idea where to start and knew of no one he could trust. His mind flashed with flames of his nightmares and blood, then came the sadistic laughter that would only subside with Ouritsu emitting a roar demanding obedience from his inner hollow. Shoving the thoughts from his mind he relaxed with a smooth sigh feeling the night soft night breeze corss his being. He let the wind flow through him and lifted his head with a smile as he calmed his mind and felt at ease for the first time in a year.

"I feel so noticed..." Rednal muttered dryly. Well, being unnoticed was basically the goal of his life, so it probably showed that he was doing pretty well with that. He simply settled against the wall and relaxed, waiting for the promised training to begin. He did want to get at least that much out of this; Flandre wasn't terribly aggressive (towards him, anyway... everyone else was a different matter), but there might be some odd quirks of the transformation that he needed to find and get under control. It was best not to use a power you didn't completely understand unless it was the only choice you had, after all.

Raiden lay in the bed he was placed in. There were only two reasons his eyes were still wide open and staring at the plain ceiling. First of which were the many people outside talking. The second of which was that his mind wouldn't stop thinking. Thoughts crossed his mind, most about what was to come, 'Huh. Got what I wanted, just not the way I wanted. Funny how both life and death works. Guess there's only one thing left to once I'm better: Go where death takes me.'

Even if his mind wouldn't shut off, the constant chattering from the rest was annoying. Even more annoying was the arrival of uninvited guests. In his moment of annoyance, he finally snapped and yelled out to the rest of the people, "Hey! If you're gonna talk, at least keep it down! Some of us are trying to get some freaking rest! And since when did this place become a Walk-in Clinic? Nobody even told me."

With that sudden outburst, Raiden turned over in his bed, wincing from the pain of movement, and attempted to finally sleep in peace.

Shigoro sighed and grinned. He wanted in and damn' if some Shinigami Vizard on the run were going to stop him. He had business with them and they were in no condition to say 'no.'

Divide the Heavens, Nanatsu Kagami!" Shigoro's Shikai gre and he turned the blade red. Sticking it into the door, he used the intense heat to start to melt an opening. He'd just use it's ice state to freeze the opening over once he created it.

Shigoro looked at the Vizard standing in front of him. "I put you at about Archon class. Not bad for one of your origin. However, I am a Herald. Let us see how your little fire-type does against my Nanatsu Kagami. Even with a weak element to yours I will still beat you." He removed his mask and crushed it. then he assumed his Hollowfication position, remanifesting his mask whole and undamaged. He intended to be at full power against this foe if a battle was indeed inevitable. "I do not truly wish to fight you. I am here merely to offer you and the others in there who appear to be your comrades an opportunity to learn to control your inner Hollows to a greater extent. However if it is a fight that you want then I am more than happy to oblige."