Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Kalama, Open to 1)

It was rare to come across someone who thought similarly to her these days and Kalama was somewhat unused to it. That being said, the purple eyed woman was rather appreciative of the way the other woman spoke and a smile was gracing her features again. She wanted it. To butcher his staff, to destroy his beloved mansion, to make his family suffer while he could do nothing but watch from afar. It was so appealing and the assassin knew that the high it would give her would be far greater than any drug or narcotic. Chaos and murder were what got her off, as it'd always had.

“Colour me convinced.” The Shinigami replied, a brief crackle of spiritual energy surrounding her form, as if it was reacting to her bloodlust. “If you want to join in on the fun yourself then I’m not going to say no. Such things are more fun when shared.”

There was something to be admired about the sadism of Hollows and Kalama had to admit that she found the fact that a lot of Arrancar seemed to lose that when evolving rather sad. To find that Kurai actually seemed to be just as excited about her plan as she was caused the assassin’s smile to grow, a potent reminder that not all Arrancar dulled during their growth. Thank fucking god for that. The world needed all the chaos bringers it could get.

When the hand was stretched out, Kalama instinctively reached out her own, as if she was drawn to the eagerness that the Arrancar was now displaying. The assassin couldn’t help but wonder just what Kurai was capable of and was actually rather looking forward to seeing. The green haired woman was certain that there'd be plenty of targets for the pair of them to have their fun with.

“Kalama.” She replied with a dark laugh of her own. “I have no doubt that you can and I admit that I’ve got a morbid curiosity when it comes to the powers of your kind. So cruel, so heartless.” It wasn’t a dig and if anything, her tone would contain a hint of jealousy.

She’d then turn her head to the left, nodding her head in the direction. “His mansion isn’t that far off and we’ll be able to get there in no time with our high speed movement.” Kalama assumed that Kurai was skilled in such things. “I don’t want to fuck about so we go now and have our fun.”

The speed of her shunpo was considerable and Kalama moved with a certain grace as she swiftly led her companion for the day towards their target. There had been no lie in her words and it was only a few minutes before the assassin would come to a halt, safely inside the walls of her employer's grand manor, shrubbery and trees hiding their forms from the pair of guards that would be standing by the front door. The pair of spiritual beings were far enough away to remain undetected but easily in range to attack when the time came.

The mansion looked as advertised, with expensive cars parked outside, completely spotless and without a speck of dirt. It looked all too perfect and as Kalama stared, her fists would clench. Just gazing upon it pissed her off and the sooner she and Kurai had their fun the better. She honestly doubted that her employer had bothered to hire anyone competent to protect the place. The fucker would rather spend his money on another car. Typical.

Flicking her gaze to the Arrancar, she’d whisper. “There it is. I don’t know how much he’s spent on this place but all of his cash has gone into it. If his family are around, you’ll know them when you see them. All of them are blonde and like to talk a load of shit. I doubt killing his guards will frighten him but if we make sure the cameras are watching when we find a family member and that’ll change fast. Blowing up his beloved cars will no doubt help too. Loves the fucking things.”

It took an awful lot for the assassin to simply not go in and start making a mess but she was just about able to rein in her instincts long enough to watch Kurai at work. The Arrancar was pretty graceful herself and as Kalama watched, her eyes would occasionally rise to see whether the guards noticed. That didn’t seem to be the case and the green haired woman rolled her eyes a touch. They didn’t even seem to be all that alert, judging from their body language and Kalama wondered if they truly gave a shit. It didn’t matter though, they’d made an error in their choice of bosses and the Shinigami was oh so keen to show them the reason why.

As she watched Kurai, she cottoned on somewhat to what the redhead was up to and a sadistic smile grew. Fire, huh? Well, that was certainly a fun element to play around with, one that Kalama rather enjoyed using too when she was in the mood. No doubt the result was going to be one hell of a bang and as the Arrancar returned to her, Kurai might just have heard a twisted chuckle escape the assassin.

“I like your style.” She commented briefly.

Any further words were rather effectively filtered out as a massive explosion erupted into life right at that moment, destroying the cars and sending pieces of debris in every direction. It was a lovely display and the pair of guards at the front door were thrown to the ground by the force of it. They were wide open and Kalama wasted no time, using her potent movement to flash step into close range, delivering a powerful combination of Hakuda infused strikes to them. Fluid, yet savage, a style that she’d developed over the long years.

When they were down, she’d beckon to the Arrancar, her tone a combination of almost uncontrollable fury and sadistic amusement. “Let’s have some fun!”

To finally cut loose was so pleasurable and as Kalama bodily hurled the two motionless bodies out of the way and put her foot through the front door, the sounds of screaming could be heard from inside. The assassin somewhat knew the layout of the mansion, her employer having been stupid enough to actually reveal such things when asked. What kind of moron would reveal such a thing to a potential future enemy? Surely he didn’t think Kalama would remain loyal forever? What a fucking idiot if that was the case.

On entry, she’d encounter a few more guards, who’d come running at the sounds of trouble. They didn’t seem to be any more than grunts and Kalama couldn’t help but feel a sense of disappointment. Such weak fools wouldn’t allow her to get out much of her rage and since her boss didn’t care for them, there was little to gain from torture or anything like that. There was nothing else for it, she’d just have to get rid of them quickly.

With her skills, it was a mismatch and with just her basic martial abilities and a touch of Hakuda, Kalama gracefully delivered a beating to her foes. Her strikes hit the fools with more than enough force to deal with them. The three would soon enough be a helpless pile on the floor, before Kalama would graciously clean up the mess by hurling the three out of the front door onto their peers.

It was oh so easy so far but as she moved, something began to tug at the back of her mind. She could feel a specific spiritual pressure, one that she remembered from a long time ago. It was powerful, heavy and thick, bringing back memories from long ago. The fuck was this? He died long ago…by her hand. What the hell was going on?