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Emerging from the Senkaimon, Vice-Captain Hinata stepped lightly onto the pavement at the head of her squad. It was a damp day- a slight drizzle and cloud cover would be a minor impairment to vision, but otherwise perfect for assessing hollow-hunting skills. This would be a great opportunity to see how well the members of her squad, old and new alike, worked with each other. She would input into the locating and fighting as she wished, but otherwise allow everyone a chance to prove themselves. That's why she had taken the request in the first place.

Extending her senses casually, the female shinigami noticed that she couldn't feel any strong reiatsu. Either the hollow was weak (which was unlikely, since it had already escaped Sereitei's clutches for a number of years), or it was hiding its reiatsu. Whether she was able to sense it or not- well, she wasn't really trying too hard. She decided not to probe further, to allow her fellow shinigami their opinion first.

"Right. One hollow, here we come, but first we'll have to locate it. It should be somewhere in the vicinity if they've got the co-ordinates right, but it may be a tricky little blighter. Sense any reiatsu, anyone?" Hinata asked calmly while the rest of her squad emerged behind her.

Telemachus followed the two and stalked off a ways to their right. His hood was pulled up to shadow his feline features as crouched by the crater, sniffing for any remnant of the Hollow's scent. After a few seconds, and Sayuri's comment, the Leopard-man straightened and strode over to his young comrade.

"Sensing Reiatsu is not the only way to track a Hollow, Sayuri, Fuku-Taicho. I've caught his scent, but it's fading fast. And It smells like Athletes Foot combined with dirty socks. This is not going to be a fun mission if the Hollow's scent is stronger than it is at the moment." His feline nose wrinkled in distaste and disgust as he crouched once again next to Hinata, resting his sculpted and furred arms on his knees. He threw back his hood and swiveled his ears in their full range of motion, as though he were listening for distant sounds. Suddenly, he reached up and scratched under his chin and resumed speaking.

"The Hollow, this Shockster, headed South by South-west, towards the Shopping District, if I'm correct about the bearing of his scent. Shall we begin the Hunt, Fuku-Taicho Kuzuki?" His enthusiasm in this mission was evident, as well as the fact that this was his first true mission to the World of the Living.

Orsumil walked out the Seikamon, heard before he could be seen, each step with a clinking sound, every movement except for the tiniest, the type which Orsumil did not make.

He stood with Asuko, purposely, to make sure he had company and that shiver had tipped Orsumil off, he was either cold or there was something worrying him, these kinds of people were the best to be with. They seemed to always have a story to tell or something to say and when on a mission, on the off chance that they never found the Hollow then it would be preferable to have an ally whose company you enjoyed. Asuko seemed like the prime candidate.

"Good morning" Orsumil directed the comment to the entire group, but in a way only to Asuko as that was who he had his eyes fixated on, it was just the loudness of his words that implied he was actually saying it to everyone.

Weird bunch that they were, some crazy little girl giving Orsumil orders, a girl in a silly purple robe and a leopard man. They really didn't go well together in Orsumil's opinion, it was kind of strange mix. Didn't really go at all. His eyes gave away his disapproval for a brief moment before quickly going back to how they usually looked.

"We already got a lead hey?" Orsumil said, not waiting for everyone else to pay attention to his earlier good morning, instead just deciding to get right on with this. Didn't matter that he was among a bunch of weirdos, he liked weirdos and this seemed like it could be a fun day out with weirdos.

(Sorry...)

Alder stepped from the Senkai Gate with relative ease. "I don't feel anything...." He mused on the thought; most of the members of Squad Thirteen fighting a single Hollow. "I take it that we'll have to do some looking...."

On that note, Alder heard Telemachus talk about the scent of the Hollow. "Once we get into a certain range, we should be able to feel his reiatsu, so you won't have to smell for long after we get into range." Alder didn't even draw his katana; he stood, just waiting for Hinata to tell them what to do next.

Instead of replying, Telemachus crept forward relatively fast for being in a crouch. Every few meters, he'd stop and sniff the air, searching for any deviaton in their prey's course. So far, the Hollow seemed to have just headed toward the Shopping District.

The feline Shinigami stopped when the wind blew straight into his face, carrying the fetid stench of the big-footed Hollow. Fighting back the urge to release his last meal, Telemchus stood and placed a hand over his nose. "It's close, but if this wind keeps blwing this way, I'm afraid I might lose my stomach. Does anybody have any cloth? Or some kind of scarf so I may block the scent from my nostrils?" He was obviously perturbed by the, to him, noxious scent of Shockster and beneath his his fur, he was visibly pale.

Last to step out of the Senkaimon, Hibiki hung to the back. Hinata was leading this mission, so despite his seat, he was mostly along as a regular squad member. As the others tried to sense the Hollow they were sent to eradicate, he glanced around to take in the surroundings, memorizing the cross streets, buildings and surrounding structures. His cloak blew about him with the strength of the wind. He considered putting up his hood since he intended to take up the back support anyways and didn't need talk much to anyone besides calling out if there was an attack to the rear. He decided against it, deciding it would just look dumb to do so to be anti-social.

Watching with interest as the feline shinigami sought out the Hollow's scent, the redheaded shinigami idly rested on his sword's hilt. So they already had someone to lead then. Speaking up as Sayuri was handing her ribbon to Telemachu, Hibiki asked Hinata, "Hinata-fukutai, would it be alright if I take up the rear of the party?"

Hearing her name, Hinata turned and saw Hibiki had also arrived from the Senkaimon.

"I think that would be a sensible idea, Hibiki-san," she said in reply to his suggestion, "I'm counting on you to take any attacks from behind!" With a fleeting smile, she turned back to observe Telemachus, who had been lent a ribbon by Sayuri to mask the stench of the hollow.

Just as they neared a corner, a tiny trace of irregular reiatsu perturbed her fine senses. Casting a glance around, she saw no signs that anyone else had registered this as a potential danger, but decided to keep an eye on the trace of reiatsu anyway. After seven years on Earth dealing with these petty troubles, she had learnt not to let any disturbance slip- the result could be fatal.

"Stop." As the group halted, Hinata stepped up next to Telemachus. "Close... What do you think? I think it's getting enraged... It's probably because of us." By now, she was sure many others in the group could probably detect the faintest traces of reiatsu as well; none of them seemed bad at sensing reiatsu. However, she remembered that this was some shinigami's first time tracking a hollow properly on Earth. In addition, she doubted anyone had been stranded on Earth for seven years' worth of experience like her. "It's letting its defence slip. A common mistake." She had definitely dealt with worse, but remembered that the point of this exercise was to work strategically in a group.