Like Teenagers Sneaking Their Curfew {Open to All}

An arrancar had snuck past the karakura barrier. It had escaped detection with its reiatsu suppression. It snuck past the hotspots of shinigami activity and anyone who could find him. It had come in search of a meal and was capable of annihilating lives with such speed that chaos could break out before anyone even knew what was happening. The arrancar now sat atop a streetlight, looking down at the busy people. His eyes were predatory, looking for a perfect target. How many lives would he take tonight? How many souls would be part of him before he was stopped?

The answer, of course, was absolutely none.

Desalmado was looking for candy today. He had run from the wastelands right into the hart of Karakura town, an act that risked his own life if anyone found him, because he wanted some candy and this was the best place to get it. People thought it was safe here. Such people think it's a good place to raise children. Where there is children, there are bribes for children to calm down and be obedient. Candy shops full of complicated confections. Jawbreakers the size of your fist. Swirly lollipops bigger than your head. Jelly beans of over one hundred and seventy five flavors. Gummi worms two pounds heavy and three feet long. Sour gel so sour it would pucker even the most enthused fans. Caramel apples still warm. Brownies with five kinds of chocolate. Chocolate dipped chocolate cookies with chocolate sprinkles on top. The little boy, like all little children, wanted it all at once.

Luckily for him, he had no parents to tell him no. No mother to berate him. No father to offer a less decadent treat instead. He had no budget constraints. He'd never get full and he'd never get cavities. Absolutely no downfalls... except for that small detail that he would be risking his life just from existing here. That, however, was a small and insignificant detail to the rewards offered. He was literally a kid not just one candy store, but all the candy stores of this city.

Desalmado looked up to his companion, eager to begin his raid.

One small detail though. He'd have to steal it all.

His arrival doesn't linger far behind Des'. His eagerness pales in comparison to his though, he himself had never had candy before but judging at the ferocity in which Des sought it out, even Aramand finds himself to at least see what the hub-bub was about. His eyes would move to their far corners, taking a brief recon of the area. His senses expanding as to best differentiate--there were countless humans here, some as he's been told being significant in comparison to the rest. It would be best to be at least partially aware of the surroundings.


Aramand was well aware that an Arrancar's presence here wouldn't exactly be an "Accepted" event, but he personally felt they wouldn't linger long enough for it to matter. They were already within proximity of the objective and Aramand would have nodded a gesture to Des to go ahead and get his candy, "Well....pig out kid. Don't hurt anyone.." Aramand himself would stand there and leave Des to his vices. But more importantly keep an eye out for anything that would seek to investigate Des' being here.

That same spliff was about halfway through it's existence, a plume of smoke would elevate as Aramand played "Look out" while Des indulged himself..

Aramand was sure that this was Taboo. His ranking and position would have it that he should be stopping any Arrancar activity within the world of the living. That may be true, but technically he was never even given an assignment. He's never even been properly acquainted with the captain of his own division. Aramand wasn't "On Duty"so to speak at the moment and this Arrancar was a child, or at least held the mentality of one. He didn't pose a threat unless someone or something threatened him or given him reason for alarm.

Thus far, Weed and Candy have proven way more effective at keeping an Arrancar in check then any show of force to date, and Aramand didn't have to do a thing but stand and supervise. He could admit that god forbid Des actually get ticked off and gets a 1 track mind to start slaughtering humans---if he was as adamant about that, as he is about this candy there would be an issue that Aramand would have to step in on, but this? Nothing. Letting a kid be a kid. When he saw that Des returned with a bounty, his eyes strayed back into the store at the residual effects of his bombardment, they were starting to look for the culprit and Aramand would smirk while turning off and starting to walk away, all the while accepting the massive Lollipop in his hand.

He'd remove the spliff from his mouth and hold it betwen the index and pointer finger of his right hand while breaking a piece of the candy off for sampling, a sampling that's immediately ingested--and enjoyed. "Can't complain, this stuffs not bad at all....let's walk, you've drawn attention.." It was only a matter of time before Des' presence would draw something other then the human nature. And at that time, if needed, Des would be assisted in an escape. He's done nothing wrong. He's offended or killed nobody---considering the traditional Arrancar ethic in places like these, he's a model example of the opposite. Still, Aramand felt it was best to draw him away from crowds, at least so he can enjoy that bounty in piece.

In time, they'd be heading toward a park, "We're gonna take a little R&R near the park...that way you can enjoy your stuff and not draw so many looks and attention.." And granted they' reached it, a bench just on the grass beneath a tree would afford them the semblance of Isolation, As Aramand would stand, leaning against the tree while dissecting the lollipop with his fingers, spliff still in hand the entire time.

The sudden tensing of his comrade was enough to put Aramand into a mode. His eyes would keen, and the entirety of his mood would shift along with the change of tides occurring here and now. It was so over the top. Uncalled for. This trickery going on, and the anomolies that function with it---nothing that impressed or stumped Aramand in the least (For Reasons that will be revealed shortly). He'd exhale some, reluctantly doing away with the last shard of candy, while those Onyx Oculars watched Des take to a near by tree and take a defensive posture.

He'd discard what was left of that spliff, all the while slowly turning around to face the two clones at his back from a distance of 20 meters and presumably closing. He was of obvious skill and understanding to note fakes. Aramands dealings with energy, his closeness to it, his understanding and correlative dynamic with it allowed him an infallible sense of understanding the main source from mere marionettes constructed for the purpose of weeding out something or someone. His voice would snap out to these two, "Spare me the bullshit farce and appear before me in true form..." Sending an entire leigon of humans into a panic for what?? 1 Arrancar? Who wasn't even doing harm but more so indulging in something as harmless as Candy??

Obviously this wasn't a Shinigami---they conducted themselves differently, more professionally and with more reason. This was just senseless targeting and racism at it's finest. Aramands immaculate 6'9" frame towered there waiting for dialogue from the TRUE Objective (Zero), all the while drawing yet another spliff from that pocket, igniting it and pulling the brim down on his hat. He'd turn slightly to toss a glance back to where Des was, A single hand gesturing for him to Remain Calm And that Aramand himself would tend to the situation at hand..