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Soujirou simply nodded and started to follow the man named Meluk. "Equals..." He said to himself, as he thought about the importance of this word. Before he stepped into the glowing portal of glowingness, he turned around to look at his good friend, Herieo. He smiled and said, "Alright Herieo! We're going back to Hell!" With that, he took one step backward and went through the portal.

[Exit]

Quincy Song Keilo was walking around. He was short, with messy brown hair, and two different colored eyes. One brown, and the other gold. Right now he had sunglasses tucked into the pocket of his skinnyjeans, which were black. He had on a tight black no-sleeve shirt, and a long white jacket. A long studded grey belt was worn over the shirt, sideways, and a cross, with a silver heart locket dangling next to it.

((Entrance from the Gate to Earth in Las Noches))

Jumping from the portal to the ground, Jan looked around a little. Not much had changed since he had left the area, and if he didn't find Yamoto right away, he could just assume that his ally had already gone back to the Soul Society.

Jan was sure that the incident that had prompted his investigation was yet to be resolved. However, he had no working leads now with the Shinigami gone, so he would simply have to wait for a new opportunity to present itself.

"No. No...look, I am in Japan right now on a pressing emergency because my parents are stuck somewhere in the Congo helping starving children. I can't be in Calgary in two hours. Call my brother, he'll be there in an hour and a half and use the last half hour to rewrite your presentation into something five times as amazing." Micheal was walking through Karakura Park, dealing with a business call. His 'emergency business' in Japan had little -- almost nothing, really -- to do with his corporate empire, but such calls could come at inopportune times as always. "Yes, I know. Don't worry, you can call the Vancouver division and ask them if you're really not that sure. Yes. Yes I know. Don't worry, he'll come out if you need him that bad." I'll give you two a call in the afternoon, say...5:30, your time. You're very welcome, and you too."

That done with, he continued his walk. It was twilight out here, meaning that back in Calgary it was the early hours of the morning, but business was business -- things often happened in the mornings. Business here, too, was business, albeit of a different sort. It was the sort that his 'brother' (an adopted human that he was grooming to take care of his human business while he dealt with his other business) and the man in Calgary did not concern themselves with at all.

Micheal would of course appear out of place here. He was not Japanese; his skin was a soft pale and his eyes were black, as was his hair. Distinctly European, and he spoke with a slight French inflection. But he did the best he could, and since he currently appeared about sixteen it wasn't hard to appear as a student -- albeit, a particularly rich one, who could drive courtesy of a licence that he had gotten by pulling some strings at British Columbia's Ministry of Transportation.

Money was fun, damn it. It always had been, ever since the Volstead Act came into force.

He also kept his powers hidden. It wasn't shinigami he worried about, so much as sending the random humans that could feel it to the ground. Shinigami could be dealt with, but it was not fun to walk around and have people dropping to the ground at random times. Worse yet, he couldn't have the continuous presence of his power cause an influx of humans with their own. That would be a very bad thing.

Turning a corner, Micheal came into sight of a girl practicing with a wooden sword not more than thirty feet away. He stood for a moment and began to watch. It appeared that she was just starting today's session, but the art of swordsmanship was always fun to watch almost regardless of skill.

The wind began to whip furiously around Fleur as she meandered through park. The sun had already sunk behind the horizon and little sunlight permeated through the night sky. In the distance, the faint clicking and buzzing of the street lamps as they lit themselves resonated through the quiet air. During this hour of evening few people wandered through the park and Fleur had only passed two or three individuals as they crossed through the park on their ways home. Not unlike the people who hurried along, Fleur was not strolling through the park without intent. Tonight, Fleur would test the extent of her Quincy powers and simultaneously exterminate a few lingering hollows. Surprisingly, it had been months since she'd even attempted to summon her Quincy bow; in fact, she'd hardly even noticed the Quincy cross on her right ring finger, which in some way had lost all meaning and simply become another accessory. Since Fleur had arrived in Karakura town she'd made the impossible decision to renounce all aspects of her Quincy lineage. Up until recently, she'd all but acted and, in many ways, become a normal human being. As of late, however, a few select incidents had drawn her attention,simple humans on solitary strolls through Karakura town suddenly struck down in the streets and sucked dry of their souls. Each situation was similar and reeked of Hollow and it wasn't until yesterday that Fleur decided to take any action. Upon hearing of a young boy found lying in alley, drank clean of all life, in the morning news, she'd vowed to bring the boy, as well as the other victims, swift justice.

Now in the Karakua park, completely isolated, Fleur stuffed her left hand into the pocket of her shorts. With her thumb and forefinger she plucked from the skimpy-plaid bottoms a small round disk. Taking a moment to ensure that she indeed all alone, she clutched the disk in her palm and squeezed until the bait was turned to dust. Closing her eyes and focusing her energies, Fleur released the powder from her left with a gentle sweeping motion and turned her head eastward to the howling wind. Several moments passed and suddenly the spiritual pressure in the area became thick and dense. There was a rippling sensation that spawned from two hundred meters before her and without having to open her eyes, she sensed the tearing of space and felt an unnatural being claw it's way from the depths of darkness. Still with her eyes clutched shut, Fleur felt a small familiar prickling along her neck and spine. Shivering from the rush of adrenaline into her bloodstream, Fleur leaned forward, leading with her breasts and just before she fell, her right leg shot forth and carried her weight ahead. Breaking out into a light but quick dash, she blindly darted for the Hollow, it's massive body almost completely birthed into the park. Tearing her eyes open, Fleur smiled with a delicate delight, I'm going to have fun, tonight.