An New Unexpected Visitor [OPEN]

Xaver hated days like this.

It wasn't just the fact that he woke up with a bad headache, or the fact that he had a mountain of paperwork to do, or even the fact that a lieutenant dropped a table on his foot earlier that day.

No.

Xaver hated days like this because of the self-righteous gabbing twats who find it fit to invade and ruin his perfectly good day.

When he had gotten the report, he wasn't even in the area. Xaver had been outside of the Seireitei's walls, in the Rukongai, talking to a group of children who he had taken up as his own personal "class" of sorts. Potential shinigami, children with a decent spiritual energy. The class was on focus, on harnessing it, to show you had potential in order to get into the academy. Of course, he was disguised at the time. He couldn't afford to galavant around in the open as the leader of zero division. So instead of his usual blue attire, Xaver opted for a normal shinigami's robes, sandals and all. His usually tied-back hair was let down, hanging around his shoulders and upper back, his bangs brushed over his forehead to cover his right eye. The final touch was a hat, a rather large, straw-hat that fit perfectly over his head. All together, he did look far different than how his subordinates usually saw him.

As he taught the class, he KNEW he felt something amiss. A shadow.. almost like an over-bearing cloud, if anything. It felt.. wrong.. Like everything was about to twist over on its end and fuck itself.

And boy, was he right.

He felt the energy. As the intruder teleported in, he FELT it. Like a rift in all that was peaceful in the world. The zero division leader stood up, scowling in the general direction of the intruder as he kindly informed the children that class was out. He sighed softly, breathing in as he hid his spiritual pressure, disappearing from his present location in a flash of shunpo. In another flash, he appeared a significant distance behind the intruder. He reached out, sensing for an aura. Hm... Demon, definitely..

Xaver looked down. And as he did... he grew more and more pissed off. Slaughter. Ruthless, and mindless slaughter. That's what was occured here. Xaver's eye twitched slightly, somewhere around twenty one shinigami had been slaughtered by this.. monster.. before he could get here.. What.. what had they done? They weren't doing anything except trying to protect their home... Xaver couldn't even get here in time... what kind of a leader was he...?

"Now you were Billy Bad ass before...awww not so much of bad ass right now aren't ya...heh heh but now before you die.....I want some answers....WHERE IS THE FALLEN ONE'S LOCATION? PLUS WHERE IS THE SOUL SOCIETY KEEP MY PERSONAL STOLEN SPELLBOOK ....THE ANGEL IRAMASHA I KILLED AND HER FAMILY YEAH HER SPELLBOOK WAS MINE PROPERTY WHEN I KILLED HER AND HER HUSBAND AT THE ENTRANCE GATES.......then some little fucking iramasha BRAT TAKES IT AWAY before i could do SOME APOCALYPTIC DAMAGE.......SO WHERE IS IT???? YOU BETTER START TALKING BEFORE I FIND WAYS OF TAKING YOUR SOUL OUT AND DESTROYING IT FOR ALL THE SOCIETY TO SEE" He said."

Xaver sighed softly. Typical. He looked at the shinigami that the demon was grilling, closing his eyes in mourning as he watched the light leave his eyes. Bless you, courageous one, Xaver thought. He could only hope the brave unseated would earn a place of honor in the next life.

Xaver's eye twitched again slightly as he looked directly at the demon from behind. "OI, YOU!" He yelled out at the demon, his teeth bared in animalistic rage. "I hear yer questions, ya' piece o' filth. I have yer goddamn answers too. But ye know what? I'm not feeling too terribly generous to th' git who just slaughtered twenty-one o' my men."

Xaver narrowed his eyes, taking the hat off his head and dropping it, letting the feeble material float down to the ground far below.

"I suppose ye' be wonderin' who I am, eh?" Xaver chuckled, flashstepping high into the sky above, extending his right arm outward and flicking his wrist, his signature red lance materializing in his open palm. With a flourish, Xaver span it vertically in a circle, catching the end with his left hand, pointing the dangerous looking spear in the direction of the intruder, a wide smirk on his face. "Ye have th' pleasure of addressin' Xaver Chayton von Bréanainn. Acting Captain Commander in this here Soul Society." He grinned. "And as such, I'll have t' ask ye to kindly fuck th' bloody hell out o' my territory." He said forcefully.

But Xaver wasn't waiting for an answer. In an instant, energy exploded outward from his body. Closing his eyes, Xaver took a deep breath, drawing on the blessing he had been given from birth. His divine right. With this, he centered this energy, concentrating it to increase his speed four-fold. He breathed out slowly, savoring the moment... and disappeared. At a speed that seemed nearly impossible, Xaver rematerialized directly behind the demon, spinning the lance once more and stabbing it toward the intruder, point blank, at the location of his heart from behind. As he did so, he smirked, yelling the spears name out to the heavens...

"Gáe... BOLG!"

As he screamed, the tip of his lance glowed brilliantly with light. The deadly secret of his shikai now active. If the spear managed to connect, then not only would it do its devastating damage, but it would multiply it sevenfold.

This.. would be over quickly.