Haven't I seen you before?

Snow, cold, and Christmas.

Such was the result of the chilly month of December. To be entirely honest, Toshiro was fairly indifferent to the holiday. It was something that was very beneficial if he were to ever get into a fight, as the snow, ice, and cold in the air would grant him a large edge in combat during this time of year. But, other than that, it was something that Toshiro both didn't particularly care for, but also slightly enjoyed.

Thus, there was a small smile that appeared on the male's face as he stepped throughout the Soul Society, disappearing and reappearing in different places through the use of multiple flash steps, checking on the safety and well-being of the Soul Society. While this was something that he would usually leave for the Realm Enforcement squad, it was something that he felt was a bit more appropriate for him to do. It was winter, there was snow on the ground -- plenty of power for him to draw from if he needed it -- and he was feeling slightly adventurous.

There was rarely anything for him to do within the Veteran's Core aside for wait for an invasion or something of the sort -- the older members of the Gotei had no real job -- something that heavily irritated the Icy Dragoon. Thus, when the news spread that a Senkaimon had opened, Toshiro was immediately on the case. Not just for something to do for himself, but because of the potential threat to Soul Society. Appearing near the outskirts -- where the portal had supposedly opened -- the blue eyes of the male scanned constantly for anything out of place.

Then, he saw the bob of brown hair in the distance. The style of hair was connected to a certain someone that Toshiro was easily able to identify.

Momo.

A soft smile came to Toshiro's face as he saw her out there. Perhaps it was just a false alarm, and Momo had accidentally formed her Senkaimon too high. But, the smile soon faded into a look of concern as he saw her spinning and a flash of red could be seen. A hand softly rested on Hyorinmaru as he launched himself forward in a burst, disappearing and reappearing multiple times through the usage of Hoho, soon appearing near the two, hearing the last few words of the red-haired woman as he stopped in his tracks.

"I assume that you...somehow, came here by accident." The male said, a hand rising to his head as a brief gust of winter wind brushed by the group.

Releasing his grip from his Zanpakuto, the Veteran lowered his arm and turned his attention to Momo.

"Momo, what are you doing out here?" He asked. "I understand that the holidays are nearing, but you need to be more careful. You could get hurt."

Sighing, Toshiro figured that what he was saying was...pretty much pointless. He had known Momo since they were much, much younger. He knew that she was just the slightest bit carefree. He couldn't restrict her from that. No matter how hard he tried, he knew that he couldn't. So, he then turned his attention to the red-haired stranger.

"You are currently in the Soul Society, where many go after death. He explained. "Many people of Shintoism call this place Yomi. Greeks call it Elysium. Christians have noted this to be Heaven. Whatever the name, this is the afterlife for most."

Soon after finishing, the white-haired male crossed his arms. "Why are you here, Ryoka?"