Drawn to attention

It wasn't long until Cocaine noticed that his entity was back in the Soul Society. His escapades and various trail through the times of disparity and lackadaisical onslaught seem to be on hold. He was lost, in fact, he was simply abiding in the Soul Society for some time. He had no idea who it would be to finally find him or discover his appearance, but he strolled through the incoherent grounds of the not so impressive army of the Gotei 13. There had been many occasions where he encountered meaningless skirmishes from time to time. The bount found himself displaces between a rock and a hard spot as he walked through the empty chamber. He was under the impression that there was meant to be some sort of Council here, the large chamber oddly shaped as the old Roman architecture of a meeting hell. Similar to the Senate of the United states. Cocaine stopped short as he walked up into one of the booths, the man lying back as he simply rested in the empty meeting place.

Central Room 46. It wasn't often that Byakuya went there. In fact, he hardly went there at all. But Byakuya was bored. The captain of the 6th division wasn't easily bored. He usually had lots of paperwork to do, since for some reason, Jin, the head captain, had been giving out more than usual lately. But Byakuya always liked to get his turned in early, so he had worked on it late into last night, finishing just before midnight.

Today he figured he would have more to do, but to his surprise when he entered the office that morning there were no new papers on his desk. Surprised (but glad) he had decided to take a walk. Everything was in order at his manor, so he thought he would enjoy the good weather as long as it lasted.

Unfortunately though, when he stepped outside, there seemed to be many more people than usual. Byakuya disliked crowds almost as much as he disliked getting his clothes dirty. The captain was a bit of a loner, and he preferred calm, quiet places with as little people as possible to big crowds. Sighing, Byakuya headed north, trying to find a quiet place. Once he realized he wasn't going to find one, at least not outside, the captain decided to head for Central Room 46. Although it was underground and Byakuya wouldn't be able to enjoy the nice day, it was something to do.

The raven haired captain entered the chamber and looked around. It was just as he remembered. Walking through the slightly cool chamber, he caught sight of something out of the corner of his eyes. Turning quickly, he walked toward a booth and looked down into it. Byakuya's eyes widened slightly when he saw Cocaine. It wasn't normal to find a man laying down in one of the booths. Byakuya's hand went immediately to his sword. This man was obviously not a shinigami, for Byakuya couldn't feel any spiritual energy. And what would a human be doing here? A Bount... that must be it. Byakuya drew his sword and stared at the other, waiting for him to give some sort or sign that he had seen Byakuya.

It wasn't that hard to notice the steady footsteps that grew louder form the narrows halls that lead to the main camber. The bount's eyes lazily lifted as he took notice to the growing shadow as it melded with it's owner. A seemingly legend int he parks of Soul Society, Byakuya Kuchiki it was who made their callus entrance in the underground Chamber. Was it his presence that he had noticed? That wouldn't be the case because if he was detected, a simple alarm would be more that sufficient to notify all available division members. Cocaine's faux slate of altruism was one that filled within the bount's body, he watched as the man drew his sword as if he posed a threat to him, Cocaine's eyebrow slightly raising from within his mask. Should the bount feel honored that the Mighty Kuchiki saw him as a threat, or offended of his impure intentions within his presence. Cocaine took upon the role of the abolotionist as h slowly rose.

There was no illicit movements in the Bount's stature as he arose; Cocaine himself standing completely erect as he peered down to Byakuya's figure. The bount's slowly movement down the steps to meet the other face to face. He posed to following options: kill the man in front of him and then be on the endless chase once more from the Society of Souls, or ease his own boredom with the hobby of commonfolk. The bount was more than aware of the sane reaction of insanity but Cocaine couldn't help but force another to think in the way he wanted them to think, a manipulative mindset fitting the stereotype deviant to the book.

He approached the armed man across from him their distance within a dangerous level within each other. He stood two meters away form the other as his unfurled dark cloak pressed deep within his arms as they hung ominously. He spoke, his voice being filtered through his mask as the deep corralling bass seemed to be oddly distorted in nature with the bount's ebonic voice book rang deep throat the echoing dome. <<Care to tell me where I am? I seem to be lost Mr...?>> Cocaine decided to test the other individual, feigning ignorance to see the untimely reaction poised against him.