With a smash a large black
Gate seemed to fall from space slamming into the air as though it had hit an invisible floor. The gate rested their on spirit particles, smoke seemed to be coming off of it from this great trip. Between its two posts a light shimmered and out walked a white haired shinigami, with a captain's robe re-designed as a labcoat, and a green aura wrapping around his entire body.
"Holy Crap" The white haired man said to himself turning his head into the back of his wrist and coughing. The green glow jetted away from him and towards his left waste turning back into a sword encased in its sheath, black with a
strange handle design on both of them. This was the twelfth squad captain,
Charles Itzi.
Turning around the zipped up sports bag he had brought with him so it sat in front of him he began shuffling through it looking for the receptors. The gate was brand new and could have brought him anywhere in the world, but it had to bring him here.
'100 years without a janitor, that place is all gewwy and disgusting... if i didn't use Uki to push the spirit goo away from me i woulda died... guess its lucky i got a zanpaktou thats so damn awesome Right Uki?!' He spoke mentally to his zanpaktou spirit, a small
puppy dog resting on his head.