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A Reunion of the Not-Jenova Sort (Open)

Character(s): Kenpachi, Yachiru, Rangiku, and the folk at Morem o Lisboa
Content: See Ichigo! They didn't get lost!
Setting: Morem o Lisboa
Time: Tuesday, glorious Tuesday!
Warnings: Kenpachi and Ichigo in one room. So probably swearing and lots of death-threats.

Okay, so he still couldn't say the name of the place properly, but at least they were here. Morem o Lisboa. And it was about damned time too. Kenpachi was tired of trudging around in the weather. Shaking his head in a tinkling of bells and a spray of water and chips of ice, he nudged open the door, ducking to get in. It was a fairly warm and cheerful place - better than sleeping outside in an alley at any rate.

Not really caring that their trek from Muspelheim to the hotel had soaked him to the bone, he stood inside the doorway, allowing barely enough room for Matsumoto to get in. Drip-drip-dropping water into sizable puddles on the floor, Kenpachi resisted the urge to shake like a dog to get dry. Craning his neck to look at Matsumoto and Yachiru, Kenpachi smirked, looking pleased with himself. Now all he had to do was find Kurosaki. The rematch he'd wanted since his loss in Soul Society would have to wait. ...not like he'd play it nice or anything, especially after the shit Kurosaki'd given him on his journey here, but at least he wouldn't haul off and smash the kid once he laid eyes on him.

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She wasn't quite sure if it was that she was drenched in water or that they'd wandered the entire day before just searching for this place, but Rangiku was just very glad to be indoors. She wished she could've said that the rain outside had come from nowhere, but that would be lying and doing so wouldn't change things anyway.

Pushing past her rather large companion she let out a small wince as she ran one hand through her hair to find her fingers snagging in the soaked and matted tendrils.

Oh well, she sighed as she felt about her robes searching for wherever she'd stuffed the little journal-contraption. She was a little afraid that it had gotten wet in the process of getting to the hotel, and when as she pulled it out, the vice-captain tried not to look too worried that the cover was moist...

...or that the little buttons were pretty much in the same condition.

"Kami-sama help me if I broke it," she fretted softly, trying to get it to turn on.

Luffy, Roxas and the rest had all split up after breakfast, and Ichigo had taken to lounging around on one of the sofas in the lobby waiting for the other 3 shinigami. A quick look through one of the nearby windows told him it was raining heavily, and he anticipated all three to show up completely drenched. He 'ch-ed; it definitely wasn't going to be good for the carpet. Thank goodness he wasn't the one paying.

A familiar sound of bells alerted him to turn towards its source somewhere near the door, and he saw the three of them- or rather, just Kenpachi, his huge form filling the whole doorway with Yachiru clinging to his shoulder, as always, and Matsumoto not far behind. Admittedly, while they were hiding behind screens and talking on the network it was all fine and dandy, but Zaraki's physical presence here still made him rather apprehensive. Still, he couldn't say that familiar faces weren't a welcome sight.

"Oi, Matsumoto, Zaraki, Kusajishi!!"

After a short moment in her room to jot down some notes in her journal, Penny was hit by a wave of power akin to a brick wall. It made her neck hair stand on end and her fingers clench, a fearsome presence indeed. Must be Ichigo's friends. Penny took a moment to compose herself and erect spritual shields around her person, then gathered up her dress and started down the stairs, calling to the orange haired spirit.

"Ichigo? I assume that this massive influx of spiritual power is the doing of your group of friends, yes?"

Having heard her name called by a voice that seemed to register in her memory as that of Kurosaki Ichigo, Rangiku looked up from seeing to her journal to spot the orange-haired boy sitting on a couch not too far away. She felt a smirk toy on her lips, Well, he's comfortable, to say the least. She then paused, inwardly concerned though her face betrayed nothing as she looked up at the captain at her side to check his expression.

Suddenly she was just a nervous that the two were in the same area together. Given what she'd heard about their previous meeting in Soul Society, Rangiku swallowed and pressed her tongue to the inner wall of her cheek as she spared a second sidewards glance to the boy on the couch, prepping herself to come between them just in case Zaraki-taicho let his interest in fighting come before anything else.

He'd been busy wringing out the hem of his Captain's jacket, twitching at the way icy water ran from the collar straight down his back, when his name was called. Amazing how he hadn't even realized Ichigo was there - the kid's orange hair stuck out like a grossly infected hangnail-ridden sore thumb.

A slow smile formed on his face then, one of his leering smiles that accompanied an exhalation of breath that could be misconstrued as a hiss. The massive hands wrapped in his jacket constricted with a liberal gush of rainwater between the fingers, as if he were tightening his grip on the hilt of his sword. Yet the sword was tucked away safely in the sash of his hakama, and so far Kenpachi hadn't made a move to grab it yet. The promise he'd made to not start the Battle Royale Rematch was barely holding on. He'd been wanting to brawl since he'd landed in Paixao (not like he wasn't constantly ready for a fight or anything), and the fact that the only person to defeat him was sitting nice and smug on the couch wasn't helping.

But still, they'd only just arrived, and Kenpachi wasn't about to destroy the only building he'd set foot in so far - not when the weather was as miserable as it was, and when he was hungry enough to eat something Menos-sized. He'd wait until after a meal, then. ...or at least until he was given a reason to attack. The Division Captain's eyebrows raised a fraction, giving his broad menacing grin a distinctly mad tinge. He spoke as evenly as he could muster, but it still sounded rather like a hiss. "Oi. ... Kurosaki."

Ichigo looked up towards Penny as she descended the staircase, and nodded.

"I suppose you guys all got lost," he remarked, turning back to the trio. No surprises there, the heads of the 11th Division were notorious for having an awful sense of direction.

His being apprehensive when Zaraki was around was justified; the expression on the man's face right now was nothing less than downright maniacal. The guy definitely wanted a rematch after what had happened in Soul Society... Ichigo just hoped it wouldn't be here and now; he did want to keep the place in one piece after all.

"So... you guys probably need a room, huh?" "Did any of you bring any cash at all?"

Ding. Ding-ding. What the hell was that noise? The huge frame of Kenpachi blocked a certain pirate from view who stood behind the Shinigami, playing with the bells.

"Hey Bell-guy!" he said, laughing. Luffy never seemed know when to quit.

Zack had lazed around toying with the journal system after breakfast, which had served to reassure him a bit of Cloud's safety but also subjected him to someone else from his world who was even crazier than Hojo, if that was possible. He looked up as the door swung open, admitting a gust of icy wind to the room, and grinned at the giant of a man who appeared in the doorway. Definitely not Paixao natives, which meant these must be the friends Ichigo had been expecting.

These people actually looked like competent fighters, which was more than he could say for some of his newfound friends. He had been feeling kind of guilty about dragging a bunch of kids off to storm Ansem's base, which was probably some kind of overblown fortress of darkness, considering what Sora had said about him.

Zack had no idea why the reinforcements were accompanied by a small pink-haired girl, but that really wasn't any weirder than him hanging out with a rubber man and two very clueless boys with keys for swords.

"So these are your friends, Ichigo?" he asked, looking over at the red-haired youth on the couch beside his. "Don't envy you guys walking around in the crap weather we're having outside. You all look like you drowned and froze to death simultaneously."

Easing up on the death-grip of his jacket, letting the fabric hang in damp wrinkles shaped to his fingers, Kenpachi opened his mouth to reply to Ichigo, getting out a "No...", when suddenly his bells went DING! of their own volition. Jerking his head around at the voice, Kenpachi would have liked to faint when his eyes landed on the straw-hatted rubber-kid who'd given him a hard time when he'd first come to Paixao. "Oh hell. Not you again." Rolling his head to the side as a withering expression crossed his face, Kenpachi instead concentrated on the others talking to Kurosaki.

The mention of weather from the spikey-haired one made Kenpachi aware of just how soaked he was. Using the flat of his hand to try and smooth the water off of his neck, Kenpachi grunted an agreeance. "It's a regular shitstorm out there." And as for everyone using the term 'friends' in relation to he and Kurosaki, he merely shrugged, slipping into one of his creepy smiles again. "Right. We're old pals. Ne, Kurosaki~?"

Penny strolled into the lobby properly and made herself comfortable next to Zack, smoothing out her funeral gown as she sat. Yep, Ichigo's friends were definitely spirits, perhaps dead. They weren't human, or at least not mortal in any case. There had to be some way for her to use the massive amount of Spiritual pwoer bleeding from the young man as a source of Quintessence, but how to pull off a spell like that was beyond Penny. She pondered the point for a while as she sat, cast-iron lunchbox sitting primly on her knees.

Mr. M came walking grumpily down the stairs after a while, scratching his spiky black hair and blinking bleary eyes.

"Mistress, I hate being human. Waking up is HARD. And so is eating, you have to use utensils and all that nonsense..."

Penny rolled her eyes.

"All this coming from a cat spirit who can drive my car..."

Rangiku blinked as the threads of conversation went on around her. She took in the sight: Kurosaki, a boy with a straw hat, a man with spiky brown hair and a girl speaking with a new arrival. Adding herself, and Zaraki with Yachiru on his shoulder, she reserved her own amused thoughts on how everyone looked.

She glanced briefly outside the windows of the hotel, narrowing her eyes just a bit as she considered the weather before she turned back to the scene presented before her, ready to note any interesting for future reference. She couldn't help but cast a discreet sideways glance to the girl in black, though as she was albeit a mite fascinated with the girl's dress-style.

The shinigami spoke nothing of her thoughts though and settled to listening to the exchange between the men, her expression briefly holding a look of brief wariness at the 11th Division captain's slightly maniacal smile.

Ichigo shifted uncomfortably at the expression of pure insanity on Kenpachi's face, and coughed. "... Uh... yeah, if you say so," he sort of mumbled out distractedly, in response to the 11th Division Captain.

Great, now that everyone was here, they could probably start working out a plan to get Zack's friend back.

Rangiku took note of the rather veiled look of discomfort that passed over Kurosaki Ichigo's face and took it upon herself to broach the subject lightly. In the time that they -- herself, Kanpachi and Yachiru -- had wandered about for the span of a day, she had reread the dialogues posted on the 11th Division captain's journal with the same analytical quality that she would have used to close-read reports that her own captain would have asked for her back in Soul Society. She'd also ventured into investigating whatever she could through the network of journals (Kurosaki's being the central source that would web out into wviours strains) in order to come up to date with whatever events had transpired.

She had come out with very little, since her understanding of the others that had come into contact with the boy was fairly little.

So yes, it was high time to ask:

"We have nothing that can count as currency with us at the moment," she scratched the back of her head, an apologetic look crossing her face. "Though I suspect that we could post up notices to advertise ourselves for job options. That should help, at the least..."

She sighed, pausing a moment as she considered her words before saying them.

"But that can... wait for later," she angled her head to one side. "You said something about needing our help."

Penny tapped her chin and her lunchbox at the same time with black painted nails. Mr. M had taken up surly residence in between her and Zack on the couch, jostling the mercenary if needed to get his space.

"My source of currency is dreadfully tired and drained, I'm afraid. He's a Wealth Spirit, you see. I can't be using him up or he'll die. I'm afraid for lodgings you'll need to find your own money. Or use a less savory method to get a room or two."

It didn't bother Penny when someone else stole or used force. You needed what you needed, even if you had to take it from someone else. She certainly couldn't judge, seeing as how many of her magical shinies were stolen. And there was that incident with the Golden Pear, but then that wall safe was fairly obvious behind the false bricks in the fireplace under that painting she had to jimmy open with a screwdriver.

Hn, stealing? Not exactly Ichigo's cup of tea, but then again he wasn't the one who was in need of the cash at the moment. That aside, Matsumoto reminded him of the main reason why he'd asked them to come over to the Morem o Lisboa in the first place.

"Uh, yeah... I think you guys needa get dry and sit down or something, cause this is a kinda long story."

Zack winced as the money issue came up again. He was definitely going to need a job once this mess was over.

"Eh, what's to explain?" he said to Ichigo and the rest. "We all got our asses handed to us by this really lame villain-type, he kidnapped my friend, and I want him back. I say we head out of here and track him down. I don't want to waste any more time when I don't know what's happening to Cloud."

Rangiku nodded to the girl sagely, "We'll find a way. I'm sure there are people out there in need of a bodyguard or two," she glanced briefly at Kenpachi and Yachiru, the tall captain still towering where he stood. Turning back to Ichigo and his two friends she set one hand on her hip and paused a moment as she gathered her thoughts.

"Do you know why your friend was taken?" She shifted her weight and gestured that Zaraki approach, which he did. "Or where he might be now?" She looked back to the dark-haired man. "At least a plan of sorts. And we'll try to help as best we can." Besides, if this turned into something that could lead to a fight, the shinigami figured it would temporarily derail Zaraki's thought from going one-on-one with their orange-haired friend.

Dripping wet, and somewhat tired, Yachiru had barely said a word since she, Rangiku, and Zaraki had made their entrance. Wide eyes carefully studied Ichigo's companions, there was girl, a man with spiky hair that even rivaled Ken~chan's, and a boy with a straw hat that seemed to irk Zaraki to no end.

Rubbing at her eyes with her sleeve, Yachiru gave a small sigh, the only thing that the pink-haired girl could care about at the moment was getting dry, as Zaraki seemed to be content with the prospect of a good fight in the near future. Wiggling around, the tiny vice-captain decided that she had enough of being wet, with a sudden flare of pink, Yachiru found herself to be comfortably dry. Reiatsu came in handy at times.

Smile returning to her face, she then looked toward Rangiku and the spiky-haired guy that the blonde was talking to, catching a bit of their conversation. "Na, your friend might have been stupid enough t'get captured, but we'll get 'im back, no problem!" Yachiru nodded sagely after the statement, before shifting her position once again, and looked to Ken~chan for confirmation.

Unsavory means. Two words that were music to Kenpachi's ears. Of course, when you came from an area that was full of nothing but murderers and other assorted low-lifes, you tended to pick up a bit on other habits. While Kenpachi wasn't big on out-and-out theft, there wasn't any much harm in ill-gotten gains acquired in ... oh ... say ... a mysterious death or two. As much as Soul Society'd tried to polish up their manic and brutish 11th Division Captain, Kenpachi was still a product of his upbringing, both as a human that got him sorted into Area 80, and the resulting life of a soul in said area. This was one Shinigami that wouldn't change for man nor Hollow.

The pink flare that would have liked to singe his ear off gave Kenpachi not only a start, but an idea as well. Yachiru's stroke of genius to use reiatsu to dry oneself off didn't go uncopied. Of course, Kenpachi opted to dry himself on the lowest setting. Not only for the avoidance of shrinkage in his already-dilapidated robes, but because he didn't wanna run the risk of blowing the hotel up. Yeah. That'd go over well. A brief red-gold flash, looking and sounding much like a match-head being lit, surrounded Kenpachi for the briefest of instants before receeding, leaving him slightly damp and his hair-bells jingling.

He snorted in response to Yachiru's question, accompanied with one of his 'damn right' expressions. Having enough of standing, Kenpachi decided to forgo the odd furniture, instead parking himself on the carpet. Drawing one knee up to lean on it, he cracked the joints of his fingers noisily, looking over both Kurosaki and the man who's friend had gone missing. "Hn. Got your asses kicked, ne? Can't say I blame ya. 'tween the two of you it looks like the pair of you couldn't win a fight with a bowl of soba." Of course, he had no clue as to how strong the other was, and had already lost to Kurosaki. Once again he was just instigating. Just being Zaraki Kenpachi, the biggest asshole anyone'd ever have the misfortune of meeting.

"," Ichigo muttered, wasting no time in shooting a look straight back at the Captain. "I'd like to see you take him on, Zaraki."

Not that he doubted Kenpachi's ability to kick anyone's ass, but Ansem was in a whole different league altogether. Brute force just wasn't going to be the key to defeating him. Hell, that guy was probably twice as dangerous as Aizen- Scrap that, he thought, let's just leave it around the twenty mark, maybe...

"So, then... what's our plan of action?"

"Eh, I'm not a strategist," said Zack with a shrug. "But you said you could sense mister tall, dark, and evil, so maybe we should head out of the city in search of him and think more about plans once we know where he is and what kinda defenses he has."

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Kenpachi just shrugged nonchalantly at Kurosaki, wearing that same manic grin. A chance to fight, even if Kurosaki said that they were outclassed, was something Kenpachi would welcome eagerly. It'd be a welcome challenge, to test how strong he had gotten, and to test the mettle of the group he'd gotten involved in. At any rate, it'd be proof to see if this enemy was anything like a Hollow. The possibility of battling something stronger than even a Menos had him nearly salivating. He looked from Kurosaki to the other warrior with a half-lidded stare, remaining silent.

"I'm just the dense musclebrain, right? The rest of you can do the plannin'."

As soon as Zaraki had seated himself on the floor, Yachiru abandoned her position on the Captain's shoulder. Dropping the short distance to the ground the pink-haired girl landed neatly on her feat, and moved to stand to the right of the large man. Twirling around absently, Yachiru found herself with a new burst of energy, for the majority of the day the small girl had chosen to stay on Ken~chan's shoulder, and now that she was dry and had a chance to stretch her legs Yachiru was more than ready to wander off, and explore the hotel that they had arrived at.

Though Zaraki was sitting down, Yachiru still had to tilt her head upward to get a good look at the man, following the Captain's gaze, Yachiru looked to Icchi~Icchi, and then back to Ken~chan once again. Perhaps before they went off to save Spiky-san's friend, Ichigo and Zaraki could fight, the look on Zaraki's face told her that the man was just itching for combat, and a spar with Icchi~Icchi would be a good warm up for the Captain.

Yachiru stuck one foot out and circled it round, "Plannin' s'always so boring though." Both Spiky-san's and Ken~chan's comments had earned slight pout from the tiny Vice Captain.

Yachiru's comments were nothing short of what Rangiku would have expected from the little girl. Patience for the more tactical side of battle wasn't exactly the 11th Division's strongest point -- or at least, that was the joke between the other shinigami who weren't under Zaraki's command.

Still, some things had to be done before others. While Zaraki and Yachiru may be content to run headfirst into the battle with their courage and strength, Rangiku would really feel safer if there was some sort of plan -- even one that simply meant collecting information and then using said information on the spot.

"Well then, gentlemen," she murmured softly and low, her hands settling on Yachiru's small shoulders as if to calm her energetic friend. "Since you've decided, maybe we can call it a day for now and rest?" She spared a glance out the window, her lips in a slight frown. The weather was bad, and she had never been one for rain. "I don't think there's much we can do until this lets up." She turned back to Kurosaki and his friends, "Shall we agree then to save the search for tomorrow?"

Zack shrugged. "Why not? One more day can't hurt all that much, and I doubt you three want to head back outside right away. Guess we should get some rest, if we're gonna kick Ansem's creepy ass tomorrow." He leaned back into the couch with a sigh. "I'm definitely leaving in the morning though, whether anyone else does or not "

"Fine by me, I guess." Ichigo got to his feet, stretching. "So that's settled, right? I'm probably heading back up... see you guys tomorrow, then."

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