Drinks to Celebrate! Amon/Hanako

"Hell yeah I want some!" Amon quips happily, taking the bottle and pouring it into a small glass given to him. He was dropping formalities. He might have a new drinking buddy, although this was for a different reason.

Amon was the second to take a sip. The sake was warm and went down smoothly, though he preferred cold liquor, but this would work too. He listened to Hanako and raised his brows for a moment not realizing she had been there, and Vegas of all places?! Lucky! He then says, "Nevada, huh? Shit, I been to Missouri, Oklahoma, Kansas… Texas wasn't so bad. Oh yeah, just to clarify the confusion there, those are all states with what Kansas, Missouri being mid states, Oklahoma being more South and Texas just below it, there's fifty in total. Mexico's a country separate from the United States."

Amon then again listened as he straight downed half his shot. He wanted more of it but he knew he'd need to take his time, damn Japanese knew how to make their alcohol right, so he didn't want to be on his ass laughing. Yet. He started to wonder of that would ever happen to the young Texan, if he'd forget who he was, where he was born, it was unsettling to Amon almost that something like that could happen. But perhaps years upon years of the afterlife can do that to you, yeah?

Amon didn't touch on that subject of Hanako, he'd figure he would let herself figure out that one but what caught his attention were the fact she thought that she didn't know what guns were! The horror! Amon then said, "Alright, lemme lay it out for ya."

The Shinigami then took a pencil and some paper and started to draw a stick of dynamite, "Okay, so dynamite is an explosive, made from two primary minerals, potassium nitrate and silver mainly found in caves. You can put this stuff together by trapping the contents in a hard paper, or rather cardboard, cylinder container, but before you close it up you need to have a fuse that goes from the powder mix about a few inches outside the container. You can then close it up, light the fuse and toss it, very dangerous stuff in fir quarry and mining operations to help blast rock apart."

Then Amon started to draw a pistol, "What you're thinking is a Zanpacto or similar in nature it is not what you think at all. Let's take a firearm or as we call it a gun, there are various types from small single handed weapons to two handed automatic ones. Let's start with the pistol for example
A semi-automatic pistol is a type of handgun that uses a single chamber and barrel. The pistol fires a chambered round, extracts and ejects the empty casing and then loads a new round into the chamber with each trigger pull. These fire bullets, which… is another topic for another day, but essentially what happens inside the gun is that the hammer," He pointed to an almost perfect schematic of the innards of the weapon, "Is cocked back, clicking the trigger releases the locking mechanism, which the releases the hammer and it collides with the back of the bullet itself. An internal explosion happens that propels the bullet, from a nine millimeter pistol that can travel about… fifteen hundred feet per second, and the gun ejects the bullet shell from… Well, don't let me take up your time on this. There are various kinds of bullets that act as different kinds of ammunition for a firearm."

Finishing off his sake, Amon poured more into his glass, "Don't mind me… I used to have friends I can talk to about stuff like that. Lotta Texas was reclaimed by nature, so a lot more life like deer and other things like that roamed around a lot more. We used to hunt, fish, hell we preferred using bow and arrows for our huntin', lot more funner that way..."

Amon stopped for a moment then, almost as of he made up his mind, downed the complete glass of sake he had before pouring a third one, his tone went from a slight country slur to a full Texan accent (deep southern) as if he'd switch gears, "You know- Fuck it. You know how I talked earlier 'bout being an accountant? I'd like to try my hand at that, if ya' wouldn't mind?"

The Big Woman

Hanako Yamada

Hanako shrugged slightly when Amon seemed to be somewhat impressed with the few places she had been. It appeared as if his knowledge of these places was just a tad outdated.

“Well…the city they called Las Vegas doesn’t exist anymore. No idea what happened, but it’s all glassed over now.”

Hanako made a motion with her hand where she drew an imaginary, horizontal line, symbolising that the area had been levelled by something. Hanako hoped that destroyed cities in Amon’s home country weren’t a touchy topic for him. But then again, it wasn’t his home country any more. He was living now in Soul Society, as a soul. His home was this now. Hanako wondered if she’d think the same way would she be able to remember more than the vague image of a village and her name.

From the first moments when Amon started about dynamite and weapons she realised she’d better not have touched this topic. It was obviously something Amon was very…passionate about it. He fired a barrage of facts at her and at one point Hanako was reasonably sure that there was smoke curling out of her ears. Impressive. She couldn’t even remember how she came to the Sereitei and he remembered such minute details. Hanako could barely follow. At least until she realised that his drawings were not that bad. No, they were actually pretty good. They were detailed and exact and after a few more moments Hanako began to believe that she understood some of the principles he had laid out for her.

“Wait a moment.” said Hanako and pointed at the drawing in general. “So mortals consider this as military grade. A small piece of metal that is propelled by a tiny explosion. Can’t imagine that those are very powerful.”

She took a bite of her food and a sip of sake. It warmed her insides in a most pleasant way.

“Don’t know, never really tried it out, but we can do a lot more damage without even drawing our Zanpakutos. Probably reduce a building to rubble with our bare hands, maybe even more.”

Hana realised that Amon reacted a bit more strongly to the sake than she did. And here she was thinking that stuff wasn’t particularly strong. Shouldn’t that mean something from a woman who drank mostly tea? Anyway, maybe it was just that he wasn’t used to rice wine. Or that Hanako had about 6 inches on Amon and her being bigger just let her cope with the alcohol better.
That was what she was thinking. However, even though it didn’t slur her speech, Hanako was indeed affected herself. She became more relaxed and maybe even a bit more…bold where she usually was restrained in social interactions.

“Do you mean that?” she said, raising her right eyebrow in question. “Accounting? Do you know how many entries the Fourth has alone because of damaged or destroyed training facilities? Honestly, I don’t mind at all. On the contrary, I would appreciate it, Amon.”

She stopped and thought a moment.

“I hope you don’t mind, but is Amon your real name? I mean, is it the name you always had, in this world as in the last, or some name you or someone else came up with here in Soul Society? Just curious.”