Goths n' Ghouls [Aiko/Open]

The Unrefined Paragon

Tentō Zefā

It began as a whispering in the air. A shift in the presence of the would that...pushed? Burst? Something happened. Opened. Tento's head turned, droplets of water falling from the dome shaped bamboo hat on his head as he turned to well he felt...odd. A ping of familiarity. But what was it? The day had been beautiful and the sky was like a dome of plasma-blue. The clouds had looked like airy anvils drifting under the gleaming disc of sun. Setting away like a lullabies, the break between day and night was soon upon the lingering faces of the world. His body under the branches of a high tree, shifted and moved were nature's limbs as a temporarily tent before the Reaper’s moon of winter appeared over the trees. The moon seemed to turn the leaves into a flaming patchwork of colors: scorching-yellows, lava-reds, burnished-browns and bundling grass green. It added an alien glamour to a perfect scene of relaxation.

He heard a greedy thrush, a soft tapping against branches that moved at a snail like pace off in the distance. Not extremely far away but not close up either. Not one where he could see what was there. His eyes narrowed slightly in focus as he jumped forward, fluttering further into the owl-light of the forest. Stirring the flaps of nature's shield tent as he moved away. A mournful cry of a lonely fox echoed through the vault-still silence of the trees. A huffing wind rose up then, as a realization dawned on him. There were energies present, about. Still. Hollows?

Wait....an Arrancar!?

A tinkling sound came to his ears as the first pearls of rain dropped onto the leaves. And concern. Oh another one. Such a dangerous and stressful time it seemed to be with his luck. The sound his movement was that like the glassy clinking of a champagne flute, lilting and clear. But uneven. He felt...a human's energy. Well, there goes any logic of running away. He gulped; a sheet of rain passed over and the sound intensified. Pouring down now. The noise on the folds of his black and white garbs was like the phut-phut-phut that ripened nuts make when they hit the ground. It wasn’t the soft, sodden, swollen drops of spring that were being heard; it was like ball-bearers were hitting the canvas roof with force. A dance. Pressing and begging for a release, to fall below to swash the untouched soil.

From his distance he could see it now. A beam of light pulling a, dog? Into it before closing. Wait, that felt, like a Hollow's energy. There was another Hollow? It retreated? Why? Just what was going on here with this Arrancar and Human? What was that smell was that....blood! Death? Arriving though he would only get more confusion and concerned, his hand held on the hilt of his blade as she landed out of the covering joining Aiko's and Kanako's presence. Turning quickly he would-

OH MY LORD THIS WOMAN TALL.

If Tento could have his mouth drop to the floor that was pratically what happened. The curtain of rain hitting again. An explosion of birdsong erupted from the dripping trees and it was if the silence of the scene had never happened. Up and down his eyes went, just...wow. Internally Tento could hear his Zanpatuko's groan with what was going on through their master's head. How could he be...THIS. While fully aware of the energy he was sensing and the heavy stench of a hunter. The storm had begun to lighten is shine, its pressure but there was much in Tento's mind at the...unease about this. Why. Was. She. So. CUTE!?

Ahem.

The flashes of lightening clapping with the conducting sound of thunder slowed, showing the calmness that threatened to come. The energies now clear as ever. The tall, fit, giant before him was most certainty an Arrancar. And the other one, the Gothic looking...wait, was that a halo? Red? Sniff sniff sniff. BLOOD!? Okay, weird very weird. Was a human, a high spec human? At least he thought that was the term he was taught. He blinked, back and forth. A bit, apprehensive about the beauty of both ladies, and the seriousness that threated to make him draw his sword at a moments notice. Only blinking. "Sooooooo....a blood Halo holding human woman, and a...what, 8 foot? Tall Arrancar??", he gave a soft smack of his lips with a sigh. Pretty much hold a 'I AM SO CONFUSED' vibe going on.

The Unrefined Paragon

Tentō Zefā

Tentoe eyes shifted, head turning sieways to get a better look at the other woman who was here alongside the. Different, Areancar. The shy sheepish voice tickling his ears as she pointed to him. Black strands flowing down, pressured by the fall of the cold rain. He was in for a weird time huh? Well....that did not sound like she was scared, at least in the way of I'M IN DANGER, HEEEEELP. A cough coming with a wave that was responded with a halfway grin. Light and soft as it was partially hidden under the shadow of his hat. "Tento. Greetings Madam Aiko", he said in a polite usage of words that was contrast to his very friendly voice. He may have been looking to Aiko at first but the response was also aimed at Kanako.

He then turned, keeping that warm smile under the shade of his large bamboo hat. Hand in the his Zanpakutô, loose in all regardless of hostility. There es as really none, just a preparation. A presence. Strangely enough the light grin on his face did not change when he his went back to the Arrancar. "And you are miss?", he asked her after giving both of them his name.

It was a bit strange, what in the world were doing out here? In the rain that was pouring down a bit. He felt no energy of battle, had he come before it could start? Or was there a mystery afoot!!? Well, either way, it was -WHY ARE THEIR CLOTHES SO WET.

Focus lad. Focus. Pretty ladies second. Duties first. Will power. Will power.

"Is all well? It is not often an Arrancar comes out for a stroll. I do thank you for doing it in an uncrowded place though", he said showing a bit of politeness.