The First Step, Rio Grande

''Shi--!''

The sound resonated from the sky above as a, what looked to be, human fell from the bright light that breached the darkness of the night's sky between two Japanese-style doors, the Senkaimon. The light being closed off just seconds from the grueling curse that bellowed from the lungs of the inexperienced rogue Shinigami falling from the sky, leaving those in the area around it slightly disoriented in terms of night vision due to the blaring beams. A Jigokucho, or a hell's butterfly, gracefully spanned it's wings and took off toward the skies after just making it from the clutches of the Senkaimon. Progressing toward the ground beneath the Senkaimon, Seiko quickly pivoted his body to get a view of what was below, ensuring that he wasn't going to be injured through this unexpected fall. However, this wouldn't be case for this venture. Damn that stupid butterfly, it thinks it can mock me! Now here I am about eat shit! Thoughts bounced in the walls of his cranium as he began to process, quickly, what he was about to do. At first he assumed the two would move, but with the glaring light above it would make it difficult for either of them to see before his body was close enough to make impact with their own. "You better move!" Emphasizing on the word move to get the point across that there wasn't much that he could do in the situation. His positioning would land him between the two girls, granted they moved away from one another.

A loud thud cast from the impact as a cloud of sand sprawled from the crevices between himself and the earth. An elongated moan of pain and agony escaped his mouth, but was muffled by the sand that had buried his face as well as half of his body. He was parallel with the ground, but sank ever so much due to the force of impact. Seiko rolled over, his shirt slightly lifted up toward his chest and his other being crumpled up beneath his back. He slowly opened his eyes, caked with sand, and batted them a few times in attempts to remove the grains that remain upon the eye's surface. He attempted to use his finger at first, but immediately removed it from his visage's vicinity after remembering his whole body was covered in grainy substance that made up the terrain. Sitting up, he shook his head and removed the excess sand that covered him before getting up to his feet and dusting himself off in random places before giving up hope on removing all of it from his body's surface. Damn it, this shit's everywhere. He sighed and then exchanged glances with the two that were near him. "Well, well... what are a couple of broads such as yourself doing here. Aren't you worried about getting sand in certain places?" Puffing up his chest as he began to speak and releasing a creepy smile that had it's effects on some women, but most likely not to these two. He looked the two up and down, the biker seemed was alright judging by the curves she held and nothing else and the other was rather odd and had obviously but a lot of work on trying to make her face consisted of primarily metal. He jerked his head back slightly at the sight of the numerous piercings the girl had upon her face, in doing so more sand fell from his hair and into his mouth. In result he projected his tongue from it's rightful sitting place and vibrated it with a gust of air that escaped from his bottom lip, making a flatulent like sound. Becoming frustrated with the sand and how it was beginning to make its way to uncomfortable places he looked around for a solution.

Upon seeing the river he was slightly shocked that luck was with him today, minus the whole sand dilemma. "Alright, hell yeah. Who's up for a dip?" He queried in a smooth tone as he began to jog toward the location, but stopped seconds after his first few strides and took a low stance in order to prevent more sand from falling into his mouth or eyes. He walked similar to that of a crab, comically ensuring each and every step he took resulted in no upper body movement of any sort. As he reached the water's edge he began to undress as he whipped his closes with his face turned away before throwing them away with loads of sand still hiding within them. The water splashed up at him as his nude body flailed its way into the water, once he became knee deep he flopped down and disappeared from the sights of the two lost by the glare cast from the moonlit sky. Bubbles reached the surface of the water revealing his position before he sprang up from the water, noticing that there was a strong current he placed his feet into the sand below to heed him from moving. "Damn, this water is cold as hell! So what's up? You guys getting in or what?" He scoffed and continued to remove the sand from the "hard to get" areas. Taking another dip into the water before emerging near the dry land, climbing his way back to his clothes. Putting them on without drying himself due to a lack of a towel, the clothes absorbed the water and stuck to his body. He wasn't sure which was worse, the sand or the feeling of wet clothes.

Proceeding back to the two women's position he was kind of curious as to where he wound up after all. He had never used the Senkaimon before, and to be honest he didn't even know what the hell it was. He was just trying to catch that damned butterfly, it mocked him so moving so swiftly each time he tried to get it in his grasps. His thoughts drifted away from his current location as he became questionable with the two that shared his location. "So what's the deal with you two? You guys gonna fight or something, if so I call winner." Curious as to why there seemed to be some sort of hostility drifting in the air. He wasn't familiar with mortal beings or any other beings besides those that resided in Soul Society. This was his first trip outside of that area since he had passed away, and he wasn't even aware of his departure from Soul Society. "So where the hell are we anyway? This place looks vaguely familiar..." His words drifted as he began to think about what it was that was so familiar about the place, but couldn't put his finger on it...