Tuskagee showdown

The whole day was overcast with weather as the bustling area of Rokungai marked District 80 West of Seireitei had it's share of violence as usual. But what had separated this day out of all others is that a spacial vortex ripping through the continuum of time, a gateway in other words resembling a Garganta had ripped open through a corridor of small buildings as it was split in half. Out of that gateway emerged an Arrancar with blood sliding down both sides of his mouth as he gasped for air through a pathetic wheeze. The Arrancar dropped to the ground, dead, as he stained the dirt whilst a man in what appears to be military garbs emerged. His right hand clasping what used to be the Ressurecíon of the Arrancar, now turned into a normal blade with the death of it's owner. The blade dripping with blade as the man whipped it unto the floor, leaving a trail of blood off of the Katana.

The Reishi around Seireitei was quite potent remarkably as Creedy had a better sensory of things, and not to mention that he felt an increase of his Reiryoku, though Reiatsu was at an all time low so to help keep a better grip on things, and due to the fact his entire visit was uninvited and perhaps viewed as a hostile act. Now in this realm, he is a Ryoka, and as such, he is enemy of Seireitei. Though he had avoided the Dangai tunnels through the usage of an Arrancar, stealth element should be quite toppled to the denizens around the area and a disturbance would be sensed, as such, Creedy had sought to look for a disguise.

The denizens of Rokungai district 80 were around and in a sort of shock. Some were smiling at the sight of a new opponent, the bloodthirsty denizens, whilst others were simply backing out. Though there was an inaudible barking in a language Creedy does not understand, which is to say Japanese, he turned his gaze at the loud mouthed man... it seems it was a challenge he wants. Not one to refuse an occasion like this, Creedy paced towards the man with the katana, the enemy spreads his legs as he held his blade at waist level, taking the Iaiju stance. The crowds of onlookers were quite plenty, the booing do-gooders, the cheering Yakuza-like elements encouraging their member, and then the silent shying bystanders. Though a long battle would seem to be the case, Creedy stopped dead in his tracks, reached for his holster and answered the challenged with a finish by a single bullet to the man's forehead squarely in between the eyes.

"Never bring a sword to a gunfight, old boy." The Mi6 agent taunted in his English, pacing over to the dead man as he waved his Mauser C96 pistol around threatingly, dispersing the crowds. A finishing touch followed by a blow of wind from his lips unto the smoke emerging from the barrel's end. Inserting his pistol unto his holster whilst dragging the man unto a house to which the tenants fled. Minutes later, in a garb resembling an oversized Haori to which underneath it his military garb is cloaked, and his red beret concealed by a hood he is wearing over it. The only things which stands out are the boots but it is highly unlikely someone would pay attention to footwear. The Katana strapped to the sheathe he took off of the Arrancar's corpse, hung from his belt.

The Englishman continued onwards to make his way in his disguise to the highest points of building appearing in the vast distances present between Rokungai and Seireitei; his destination. Already well on his way to a vast space with little amount of buildings in the area labeled District 79.

Already shunpoing on his way to the scene followed by several other members of the onmitsukido was the third seat of the second squad Ryuunosuke Daichi. He had been given a top priority alert as soon as the garganta opened. As a high level shinigami who was easily vice-captain class if not captain-class due to his bankai he soon arrived on the scene to find a dead body. He nodded to the others he had brought with him. He made a few signals with his hands and they nodded before scattering. Two of them remained. Ryuunosuke entered the building where screams were coming from and bent down near the dead resident before saying a few words and closed the eyes of the dead citizen. One onmitsukido member lifted him up and took him off for burial. The other took the arrancar to 12th squad for analysis. The third seat shook his head. "Bullets. Is a human here? Or a bount?" he said quietly before shunpoing away to scout out the area.

Though walking towards Seireitei, Creedy had found that Shinigami are already blockading the whole district to look for suspects. Fast and efficient as always the Englishman would think. Though he believes that his best ticket into Seireitei isn't dressed up as some Rokungai resident but rather, as a Shinigami. Thus he found himself obligated to steal a disguise from one of them. Problem is that he can't speak Japanese, at least not for now, and that he might as well act as a mute. They are donning clothing that are quite similar to ninja, several of them at least, but one of them has a standard Shinigami uniform that would prove most invaluable.

Pacing up to the Shinigami, under the persona of a mute person, Creedy puts on a face of an agitated and concerned person, a facade which he plays quite well under. Pointing towards the direction of an isolated alleyway, though the Shinigami had not understood him at first, he nods, responding in a foreign language the Englishman doesn't know. Oblivious to the knowledge that Creedy IS the intruder. But the hood provided the appearance of a leper or some sort of sick person to which it made him more liable to pitiful treatments.

From the alleyway, a single crack was heard but drowned out from the crowd's chatter. The British man had walked out with a new set of disguise of that of a Shinigami, his old set of clothing were discarded as the disguise was placed over his original clothing. His beret now seen along with his scarf, boots and black gloves, but at least those are seen as accessories, something quite common with the Shinigami. The second blade he had gotten, which used to be a Zanpakuto but the departed spirit of it's owner had left it vacant, and now a normal blade. Both swords were resting in two distinctive sheath, both on his obi sash hanging from the same side.

The man had continued his journey towards Seireitei once more, his Reiatsu low as usual, whilst another dead body was left in his wake, which would no doubt be discovered. The face mutilated beyond recognition as to slow down the pursuers of who their compatriot who died is, and to buy Creedy a little more time to slip in. Creedy himself smirking as always at how easy it is to dispatch the Shinigami if one puts up the face of helplessness.

Ryuunosuke was soon speaking to one of his subordinates. The report made him sigh. A shinigami had been killed and his uniform stolen. This guy was smart. He whistled again and was instantly surrounded by five onmitsukido members. "Report to the blockades. Tell them to not let anyone through till their reiatsu has been checked. Someone is posing as a shinigami." he ordered. The ninja-like beings nodded and shunpoed away to go and follow the orders. "Posing as a shinigami. Target: Seireitei." he whispered. It was the only thing he could think of. Perhaps a jail break or something. Either way he was heading the nearest gate to seireitei to order the guard to be doubled. He would do this for each gate. He shunpoed towards the southern gate. The closest to them.

Once he had issued his orders to all four of the gate guards he headed to the southern gate to add to the guard there. He hid behind the large gate-guard hiding his own reiatsu as much as possible. Now all he could do was wait.

Toshiro heard of what happed and rushed over to the scene of the crime and tried to follow the weird reishi track that was of a humen but it was very hard for him to do so.he shunpoed out the scene in a flash and jumped upon roofs of houses and tried very hard and focused very hard to track him.

The feeling of a high Reiatsu around the area, at least by a singular value was strong. Thankfully Creedy had taken care to have a lack of Reiatsu left around, something to condition with sneaking around in a den of Shinigami. Though as he was on his way to the gates, he spotted himself gate guards, behemoths all guarding one gate, therefore he decided instead of having to actually get in that gate and attract attention, he might as well create himself a distraction.

Moments passed as an explosion was set off from the South East district of Rokungai as an elaborate measure to attract attention. It worked well fairly so to say as Creedy was slipping by entirely on the other way to go to the other gate, which should take some time, but it's well worth it to gain access to Seireitei than to fight and waste resources and energy on killing the Shinigami. It would be seen as a hostile act as it is and warrant full attention if that were the case.

Though the man himself had taken his time to go for the unexpected, the gate all the way on the other side as it would be most logical to assume it's the least guarded, and most likely the easiest point of access into Seireitei. Creedy having advanced towards the gate in long strides so to illicit no attention with running, and to move rather fast into the location. Having caught attention of no Shinigami stationed around the districts so to say. Northern gate designated as destination indeed.

Most people would of gone towards the explosion, but this shinigami knew better. If someone had placed such an obvious 'I am here' sign as an explosion there then it was likely that they wanted attention drawn towards that area to reduce in another point. He thought about what he would do in the situation, someone skilled in infiltration, he damn well wouldn't go to the nearest and most obvious gate. He would go to the least likely gate, that meant the northern gate. Thankfully he had an edge. This intruder would have to go round whereas he would go right through. He shunpoed across seireitei and exited the northern gate. "Bakudo 26: Kyokko." he whispered focusing his reiatsu. This ability allowed him to totally hide his presence and his reiatsu. Soon this intruder would be captured and imprisoned. He ordered the gate guards to go guard the other gates. He would deal with this alone. The behemoth-guards were slow, also, it would be a safeguard incase his target didn't do what he thought and went to another gate.

Toshiro jumped really high and and focused reatsu into his feet and walked on the air and seached all over for the ryoka he found some one he did not reconized waring a 10th division soul reaper uniform Toshiro then said "are you a ryoka because i don't recongnise you.

The presence of the white haired kid speaking a language Creedy does not understand only prompted him to shake his head to represent disagreement or simply summed up as "no". Though he wasn't aware of what is being said in that man's Japanese. A nostalgic feeling punched him squarely in the stomach as he had seen a face he would recognize anywhere. Chocolatey in texture with that infamous mask of his, it was no other than Mr. Blenbornes. A man whom his agency would note to be simply by the codename of the Haitian. Nonetheless, he simply pulled out his M9 Baretta pistol out of it's holster hidden underneath his robes and took aim from the iron sights, before firmly pulling the trigger, the slide backs away on the Baretta as the shell ejects, whilst the bullet itself exits from the end of the barrel for it's aligned path directed towards the white haired one's temple. At least squarely in between the eyes. He kept his watch at the white haired one with amusement of what would happen next, as the next course of action will be rather quick and grueling. The Englishman himself had felt an urge on his nose, the urge to sneeze, but he held it in, though the urge was still there. It was perhaps the Reishi messing around with his mucus within his nasal bridge to which problems arise. The way things are, Creedy was standing 15 feet away from Toushiro, facing him whilst the other man would elope towards the abdomen which is to say he is safe from the path of the projectile, meaning things will go rather smoothly in comparison to how things will go for his rather dull adversary. But he shouldn't be the only one who would cause problems, there are still some others from the feeling of Reiatsu, Shinigami were stationed all over Rokungai, so such a thing like this would most likely attract attention, unwanted attention.

"So that's how it is... that juvenile Captain is as dull a man as King James I of England was... truly a bloody twat." The agent had thought, the open space behind him feeling a bit breezy just as the front, but that's perhaps due to the dust filled wind that irritates his nostrils. There are houses to his left and right he could use to make a quick getaway if it was necessary to do so.

The second squad third seat sensed a flare of reiatsu. The icy tinge to it was easily recognisable as that of Toushiro Hitsugaya. Perhaps he had found the ryoka. He whistled and two onmitsukido members appeared in front of him. He released the bakudo, but only on his face. "Go find Hitsugaya-Taichou and see if he has located the ryoka. Then report to me" The two members nodded and shunpoed away to find the 10th squad captain. They would report soon, however it would take time so just incase the ryoka did come his way he reactivated his bakudo to full level so he was completely hidden.

toushiro shunpoed and avoided the bullets easly and said "sit upon frozen heavens hyorinmaru" as he tried he used his communicator and stated where he was and that he was fighting a ryoka.thinking in his head" how was abel to kill all those soul reapers". he told the ryoka "i am the tenth division captain and who are you and what are you doing in the soul socity.

[OOC: I attacked you by a simple thrust to the stomach. Since you have seemed to ignore such an attack (addressing only the bullets Creedy fired), I will go ahead and connect it.]

The sword impaled the impostor captain in the stomach as the force of the blow allowed the man to skid across the hard floor for a while, Cocaine himself chocked at the situation of the irony in front of him. The water on the blade expanded, the sword blowing up form the inside of the Captain. The water exploding while the sword was still lodged into his body. Cocaine backed up form the captain as he looked at the other man who had sent the shots of consequence, at the impostor of a Captain, the bount himself feeling the sense of a wavering Spiritual pressure. It being some unnamed shinigami who seemed to be on the pursuit of both of us as he heard the captain talk. Such an obligation to listen was one that fell on deaf ears of the bount. He himself wasn't goign to doubt the attention drawn as Cocaine attempted to slay the "fake" 10th division captain while the Bount himself played as the unknown. And in this case the lucky unseated member who happened to do his civic damn duty.

Ryuunosuke appeared on the scene. He had recieved word via his onmitsukido now. As he arrived he quickly assesed the situation. Toshiro was struggling to fight two people. He sighed deeply and aimed one finger on his left hand at cocaine and one finger on his other at the gun user. "Hado 4: Byakurai." he stated almost emotionessly as he launched a bolt of white lightning at each of them. He did not give warning. He was not here to capture. He was here to kill. If the ryoka survived the battle, but was knock unconcious he would be interrogated, but right now it was a kill mission.

(OOC: Meh, oh well, Toshiro's dead.)

The Captain was impaled through by his ally to which he was promptly ignored for that time by the white haired man due to his lack of attention to the fact there are more than one opponents. Though he had dodged the bullets, he had not dodged the speedy thrust, which just leaves them to the advantage. Sadly Creedy wanted to take the Captain's Haori without staining it with the crimson of blood as an easy way to fool the gate guards. Giant guards don't tend to be smart as history proves and experience. The death of the Captain will have to do for now than to attract anymore attention from the Shinigami.

"Bloody and gory as always, eh Mister Haitian? You make it ever so easy as always." The man said in his British English, chuckling at the mess he had made with Toshiro, the gore that once was a Captain of the Seireitei's Gotei 13. The Englishman had continued, "It seems there is an uninvited guests in the vicinity we must deal with, Haitian old chap. I say we indulge them in their own game before tilly-tallying off." It was in referral to a presence he felt.

The British man heard the cracking and cackling of the white lightning had stimulated him to fall on his front flat on the ground as the lightning had shot past him, blowing a hole into some tenant's stony house. It was aimed at Creedy's head, but luckily averted, Creedy himself standing back up. As the residues of the lightning pass, with attention given to where it was shot from, a mist of red would originate from the British Ryoka intruder as it envelopes the Englishman and the entire corridor of the street. The mist soon clears but it starts raining instead, dramatic, very dramatic indeed as liquid beady drops of crimson showers the whole block. Creedy himself soaked in the rain.

"Bugger... I got my bloody suit wet which costs like me a bomb all wet now." Muttered the British inaudibly amidst the rain.

The lightning however was only his primary attack. He had suspected a ryoka capable of killing shinigami to be able to dodge such a simple kido. Therefore he had followed it up with the words. "Bakudo 9: horin." he stated launching an orange rope along the same tracjectory. The mist irritated him, but it also gave him some cover so he activated bakudo hyakko to turn invisible and completely mask his presence. He slowly stalked through the mist searching for his target. He went not by sight which was obscured, but by ear.

[OOC: You do know that Bount cannot be sensed, as in they emit no signature? Which is why they had to create those little mod souls puppets to follow them and find them, correct? Ah well, the more you know.]

Cocaine couldn't help it when he heard the Goodfellow speak in reference to the man killing the captain. His blade struck deep into the captains chest, the water exploding him form inside out. His body appendages flickered to the most outward directions as the initial blast of dead captain-ness had collided into the White lightening sent at him. The pungent stench of burning flesh gratified in the area as the bount flicked off the blood which engulfed the stolen katana. Picking up Hitsugaya's Zanpaktou Cocaine absorbed Hitsugaya's soul into his body. The bount collecting his entity into a well placed ball as he ate on it. The bount took a pleasure in absorbing it's power into his own. Cocaine gaining knowledge about the boy as he absorbed his soul. The bount began to laugh slowly at the plot that the boy made against this Aizen person, Cociane took a good sense of what the Soul Society is as he pushed the snow globe button that lied in his pocket. A subsequent snicker displaced on his mouth when he became aware to the change in setting around him, although the bount himself jumped into the air, his body escaping the Bakudo the Bount saw came from nowhere. He thought he was targeted by the invisible foe, Cocaine escaping the well place trap via air. Cocaine saw the man who had entered, knowing who he was had no claim to the situation. He translated accordingly, being well acquainted with the Japanese language. <<Mr. Creedy, such a speech came along the lines of; " The Soul Society is the property of the French, you damn Brit." Such a nice place this is, don't you think?>>

(OOC: Erm... now it's raining. The mist disappeared in the same post to go for rain.)

A twitch hit Creedy on the eye from the sound of an Brit's worst enemy; the French. He had wondered why the old setting around in this area, but now he had figured it out that due to this being the property of the French, it is indeed a knob jockey's den as seen from the poor state of things handled around here. Though he had raised an eyebrow at the Horin rope heading towards that same said trajectory as the concentrated lightning (given that it wasn't specified which trajectory, I'll assume it's at me). Kicking a table stand to face up vertical by a simple stomp, the British man followed it up by thrusting forth his leg unto the table as his advanced combat training had enabled him to separate the table from himself by a considerable distance. The Kido entangling unto the table but it also bought him a bit of time as he had slid his feet along the muddy ground. Doing so fast enough to obscure his form as he no longer stood there anymore, simply a blink of an after-image. The rope having missed it's mark.

Holstering his pistol within his real suit instead of the disguise, he gripped the handle of the stolen blade, whipping his arm out as the blade left the confines of the sheath. Pacing close by the Haitian as a quick exchange of words ensued. "Let's tilly-tally off this knob jockey's dump, these bloody French minges ain't worth our time for an anti-clockwise or a runt. I say Haitian old chap, let's go further away like they do it in Manc."

That said, the rain around the area had left a trail of explosion that was not near Creedy but more at Ryuunosuke, the rain drops having exposed his location as it should be, it was all done under a whim thus no warnings were given out. But this also meant it was done at Byakuya as well. Choking smoke was left to clog up the entire area as houses were destroyed, and Creedy himself having snatched his Haitian friend were out of sight. The wide-scale destruction costed families to whom the British considers French knob jockey's, their homes. The death of a Captain and several Shinigami... and now an extra list which is to say the gate guard meant that the intruders have made it clear that hostile intentions were clear... or simply misunderstood so to say due to the language barrier and the Haitian's fluent handling of Japanese.

----> Seireitei with Haitian snatched along for the trip.

Ryuunosuke backflipped and shunpoed up landing away from the explosion. As the rope was tangled around a table he had decided to use it. So as he backflipped he flung the table via the horin rope towards the haitian. He looked over at Byakuya and then shunpoed over to him. "Byakuya-taichou." he said with a small flicker of a smile that faded almost instantly. This would make things a lot easier. "If you can distract them I will take them both down with my shikai. Agreed?" He whispered into the captain's ear. Whether or not the captain agreed Ryuunosuke would activate his shikai. "Dissapear, Latentaglios" As he did this his zanpakutoh appeared to vanish, but under his sleeves two bracers had formed. He waited for Byakuya to reply, but moved so that they weren't right next to eachother. That would leave them open to being wiped out at once.

[OOC: I guess you didn't see that Creedy took me away when the explosion occurred, Ryuunosuke? Making your attack miss completely. Lawl. Also, don't worry about the size of the posts, things will come.]


Now into the glamorous walls of the Seireitei, Cocaine found the situation more dire as they freely pranced around. Cocaine himself killing a few shinigami with Toushiro's sealed Zanpaktou. Such knowledge of areas around him gave him a new perspective of Soul society. Such a place Cocaine had already visited many tiems before in the past, Cocaine took his time to kick down a tile on the floor, leaving it open on purpose as he dragged down Creedy to the sewers of the Seireitei. He marched forward in the water faster, his steadfast plot beginning to be put into motion. Cocaine mentioned Creedy to follow, knowing he had the business for him to attend to as well. Cocaine knew that the shingiami would be on his trail sooner or later and he didn't care weather they followed him or not. Afterall, there wasn't that much they can do to stop him. Cocaine sheathed the zanpaktou at his back, in the same matter as the dead captain did; the bount taking his time to walk through the underground area of the Soul Soceity.

Ryuunosuke shunpoed after the two assailants and whistled summoning a group of onmitsukido. These he sent to try and surround the two ryoka and contain them so he could take them down without them running away. He also sent a group of them to alert the second sqaud captain and leader of the executive militia. This was really more their style. He could see them ahead of him and launched a shot of white lightning to try and slow them down.

(OOC: Erm... Toshiro is dust, if a Bounto ate him, he should be nothing more than dust since he doesn't have a soul, and since I've blown up that area of Rokungai, it should've scattered into the skies and intermixed with the smoke and debris scatter. Oh, and since I couldn't recognize where Ryuu is at besides pursuing us with Shunpo, and firing the white lightning thingy, I will assume he was at the top side as we went down into the waterworks since the post was vague and all that besides the pursuing parts.)

Creedy saw that same concentrated lightning beam or whatever it was he shot at him once again. Missing him as he was taken by Cocaine into the waterworks of Seireitei by leaping into the hole along with the chocolate themed man, the shot firing right above his head as it didn't hit him. Pacing along with Cocaine, he looked back as it was dark, generating a constant flame from the tip of his thumb as he had used it as a torch to see around the absolutely dark area, each steps taking into the water left it stained with red. Looking occasionally back as he had sheathed his stolen sword as well.

"Well that was inconveniencing, bunch of bloody wankers following this close to our bums, I could've sworn they were a bunch of nancy's, but doesn't matter, let's focus ahead." He looked around in the sewers, spotting how it was pretty much repetitive in appearance, "Have any dodgy ideas about where we are dilly-dallying at? Rosbifs are coming closer, we are lost in some sewer and I don't speak a lick of their snarky language."

OOC: I apologise for my poor quality post that was rather vague. I admit i skim read the previous posts and missed vital details. From now on I will ready them in more detail.

Ryuunosuke stopped at the entrance to the sewers. He knew from maps made that the underground water ways of seireitei were a maze equal to any in the real world. He hesitated as he stood there. Entering those water ways was almost suicidal, but if they had inside knowledge they would be able to find there way to anywhere and do so much damage. He stopped for a moment and shook his head. Hesitation? Him? It was so strange a feeling he actually smiled for a brief second before he whistled. He was surrounded by a large group of onmitsukido. "I want you in groups of two to guard as many entrances to the sewer system as possible." he whispered. They nodded and vanished to obey his orders. He however went to find Byakuya. His shikai would be able to flood the sewers...wait...flood the sewers, not with abilities, but with water. That could solve it, but he'd need authorisation from the top level and it would have to be quick. He shunpoed towards Byakuya. "Byakuya-taichou. The enemy have entered the sewer network." he said almost emotionlessly. "I suggest a mass flood of the sewer system. For that we need captain-commander authorisation"