Once Upon a Time in Mexico (Open)

Steiner had arrived in Mexico for unknown reasons. Be it some kind of cosmic coincidence or some sort of twist of fate, it really didn't matter at that point. The only thing that mattered was that he was here and he was going to make the most of his first experience on the other side of the planet. In truth this was the first time he had ever really been in the "West", sure he had been to Europe once, but this was truly the "West", and he didn't know much about this area in general. Yet, he seemed to enjoy the brisk walk through the evening air, which was chilly, but a welcome change the to the warm climate he had been hanging out in over the last few weeks. Are we sight seeing or are we going to do something that actually matters? Like looking for the thing that called you here in the first place?

Steiner could easily discern the irritation of his partner and though he could tell that Valus was uneasy, he continued forward trying his best to ignore the frustrated Ziamichi spirit to the best of his ability. To be honest, he needed some time off. A break away from the daily grind of "slash this tree" or "run through this obstacle course" that had become his life. It wasn't that he minded training, it was just that a guy needed a break every once and a while, and this was his opportunity to not only get a real vacation, but to also get some peace of mind. After all, he had been called here for a reason, right? He kept walking forward, tightening the collar of his coat against a rather random gust of cold night wind. He shivered a bit, trying his best to bundle himself up more in his own coat, but failing to do so. It wasn't like Steiner's clothes were remarkably capable of keeping him warm. In fact, most of his clothes had holes in them from his training exercises, or rather, his failed attempts at certain exercises. He didn't mind though, it wasn't like he really cared about much more than his coat.

His prized possession was his foster father's coat, an old-world military jacket that had been handed down to him by his own father. Steiner loved this jacket and when it got scuffed up or needed stitches he made sure to give it the attention it deserved. It was the least he could do because he had been given something so precious. It was at that moment that a particularly strong gust of wind caused Steiner to have to turn his face away from the direction he was facing, and in that moment he fell victim to a dirty prank.

BAM! Steiner Franz received a face full of scabbard and fell back on to his rear, his hands instantly jumping up to grab a hold of his nose which had been the center piece of the assault. As he held his nose, Steiner's eyes filling with tears, not because he was upset, but because of the stinging of the wound, he would look to see his assailant. It was a young lady and oddly, he could not sense her energy. The trip may have been worth it after all! Shut it. Steiner got back up to his feet, rubbing his nose and glaring holes into the face of the lady who had only moments ago struck him out of the blue.

She looked like a prototypical human, but the fact that he couldn't feel her energy, and the sword in her hand made him question that logic. Just what was she? Another Arrancar? No, this girl had no bone protrusions and lacked the Hollow hole which most Arrancar showed off like a badge of honor. As his mind raced through the possibilities of what she could be, he continued to stare at her, awkwardly. A few moments passed until Steiner realized what he was doing, shook his head, and then looked away. "What was that for?", Steiner said to her, still feeling his nose, but less now than before. The pain was subsiding, but Steiner still felt that his pride was hit by the attack more than his physical body. That is what made this particular meeting even more painful. "Normally people don't hit each other out of the blue, you know?", he continued as he removed his hand from his nose.

Steiner put his hands in his pockets, mainly to try, and get any warmth that he possibly could, and secondly to try and look tougher. He had already got off on the wrong foot with his assaulter, but he was not going to allow himself to seem like he was weak. Heroes didn't look weak after all and they always had to look like they were strong even in their moments of weakness. So, Steiner decided to try his hand at bravado as he awaited her response. Smooth move.