Crack. The sound of thunder slammed across the otherwise quite streets. What little light tried to permeate the city distorted by the rain and mist, it was a very dark evening in Karakura. The sun had long gone and night was settling in. Not so late that even late partiers were going to bed, but the first wave of Karakura residents was hitting the beds. There were many with varying opinions. Some people loved the rain. Some people hated it. Some people didn't care. However, there was one particular group of people that was different from the others. Few fit into this group, but to them, rain was an excuse for self-pity and wallowing in misery. As if they didn't want people to think they were wallowing unless they had SOME reason, any excuse at all. Most were harmless, at least to anyone who wasn't themselves. They would go to bars, into alleys, anywhere they could get away with it and begin to drink or inject themselves into a stupor. They made bar owners and drug dealers money, but otherwise were nothing but a pathetic hassle. Born from self-pity and loathing, before the stupor begins it many a time escalated in violent ways. Perhaps they had reason to be sad, but no one would argue they had no self control or ability to channel their feelings properly. There was one bar in particular that was in for a treat. A rather average man sat in a rather average location and drank his 10th shot from a rather average, but strong, alcohol. This mediocre man was not large, but he still looked like he could hold his own. Muscle, but not overbearing or excessive. Tall, but not excessively so. His hair was short, but as far as short hair styles went it's length wasn't super short or long enough to almost be medium. He was drunk, very drunk. He may have been drinking before he even got to that bar. However, he'd seem like anything but average after he decided to send another man through a table.
"I aught'a kill you!" He shouted at the rather large man he had sent through said table. The other man was large and covered in muscle, but otherwise harmless. The poor man didn't know what he had accidentally gotten himself into. A mere suggestion it was. Stop sitting in the bar drinking yourself silly. You aren't a pathetic man, so don't drink like one. These words of advice fell on deaf, or rather drunk, ears and things had turned sour. The average man stood over the other and began to slam his fist repeatedly into his face. "I'll teaf you to call meh vamin!" The man's speech was slurred. Something in the large man's skull may have cracked. Two more men began to try and pry him off, but he elbowed both of them in the forbidden zone as hard as he could. His strength was great for his size so they ended up going down. Quickly grabbing one of the bar stools, he slammed it over one of the downed men's heads. "Dun frek wit me!" He was destroying the place quickly, if not stopped soon the bar owner might have been forced to shut down temporarily until she can get more tables and chairs and repair potential damage to the walls, bar, and just about anything. The offending ne'er-do-well was actually a man from the organization known as the Vizard Squadron, unarmed and in a gigai. However, it was quite obvious that he was breaking every code the leader put in place when it came to conduct.
Somewhere else in Karakura, a rather tall blonde man walked through the rain. It was a tad windy out, so the combination gave him quite the chill. Wearing a light coat to keep warm over his usual clothes, the man, no Vizard, was utterly soaked. He didn't mind too much, if it wasn't for being stuck with this wind chill, it'd be quite refreshing to be out and about. He took a deep breath as he walked, hands casually in his pockets. Every so often there was a tad skip in his step. He was just generally in a good mood. Today seemed like a great day. Who knows what would happen. No hollow attacks, no crimes were even reported. He had nothing to do and he was reveling in the peace. This Vizard, the leader of the Vizard Squadron Snopy Saika, was wondering if he should hit a restaurant and grab a bite to eat. Maybe fast food would be easier. When he got home he might enjoy some music, or hell, even just sit in front of the fireplace. One great thing about this rain is it'd make the fireplace even more heavenly. That's when his codec began to ring. With a slight click he answered the call. "I hope this is important Yumi." He liked Yumi and all, she was a good worker and not bad to talk to, but she had a slight problem of calling him over insignificant things that he doesn't need to deal with. Her definition of emergency was just different. "It actually is important this time. I'm actually downtown...and Yukie has gone crazy, he's tearing up the bar I'm in front of!" Yukie? He called out sick. Was he really out drinking again? Snopy let out an incredibly irritated sigh. Not only did he lie and not do his work, but now Snopy's nice day now had to involve damage control, compensation to the bar owner for destruction, and an incredibly pissed off boss chewing out his subordinate. "I have to deal with this crap again, where is he? And expect a small bonus in your next paycheck since you're off the clock." Again, even if she called over trivial things, she did her job well and a bonus has been overdue. He knew she couldn't stop him since she was actually a normal human, one who could see spirits and that was it. Once he got the location he cut the transmission and began to head to stop his crazed subordinate.
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