A Dog Among The Dead (Open)

On top of the mosulem is were he slept... sitting next to the angels were they wept. The Shinigami nodded off for a few winks, but was soon rested up for the nights nice blinks. Ryou sat there Zanpaktou in hand... wacthing over the grave stone covered land. The young Shinigami sat there grumbling to himsef. Ryou wasn't exactlly to fond of what he called 'The Graveyard Shift'. No... sitting around and wacthing over a human grave site was not his ideal of a fun night. Hunting criminals seemed like a better use of his time. Or at least training. Sighing to himself he stared up at the full moon and cackled softly. Well at least the view was nice today, plus the fact it was Tiacho-sama's orders after all. Just like everything thing else that his captian told him to do. Ryou was a 'how high do you want me to jump?' person. He had earned his respect egough that the Dog part of his insult of a nickname certianly could discribe his loyalty. Of course there was inkling recently that he had heard that some of the newer unseated had another name for him... 'Dark Toymaker'.

The thought of the sound of such a nickname for a moment. He most certianly enjoyed being called the 'Mad Puppeteer'. Such a name certianly discibed his darling In'ei, plus that was it's name after all. He himself... well he was the 'Mad' part of the equation. Though 'Dark Toymaker'... that was certianly intresting. He figured that it probably had somthing to do with his habit of making toys of everyones shadows...and they where dark. Well... 'If the shoe fits', as the old human saying went. Spending a little time in the human world allowed one to hear such things, espeically here in this part of the world. He prefered though to be near were the action was. He wanted to be able to protect his Divison, and also get back to protecting the kids. Well at least he would be done with this assigment by tommorrow and then could move on to the next. Sitting up for a moment he looked around the graveyard as he figured that it might be good to do another round. To see if any ghost were wondering by. He had found two last night, sinice they seemed to like to come and visit there old bodies.

So with a quick little jump the Shinigami landed on the ground next to the stone building and began to walk bettewen the rows of graves. He moved a bit into the 'Mad Dog' routine at this point. Walking with that hunch to his shoulders and his hair hanging down in front of his face. This was also a place were hollows came to hunt, and frankly that was the real reason he was here. He had not encountered any yet, but he hoped he would before the night was up. Plus the air didn't feel right. It was that sense one got when somthing wasn't exactlly right. In fact the feeling fustrated him so much that he began to tap on his sword more and more as he drug his fingers gently along the grave tops. Little did he know or was thinking about was that the bad feeling he was getting, was the fact he wasn't doing to good of a job hiding himself.

Azale's ears perked up at the sound of metal constantly tapping against something. The sound was annoying, it irked his ears to no end. It was loud, piercing , and annoying. It made him shoot straight up from his laid back position. " What the hell is that sound ?!? " he mumbled, rubbing his drowsy eyes. He couldn't for the life of him understand who or what would be up making that sound at this time of night. He brought his ragged cloak from off his body and wrapped it snugging around his neck. It fluttered with the night's wind and revealed his torn shinigami uniform He walked to the ledge of the mausoleum to look over the graveyard's entirety.

Azale was never that good at sensing reiatsu but he knew when a spiritual being was nearby. He brought his sandaled down and grinned towards the grave yard. " Seems like we have a visitor my sweet abode. " He leaped from the roof and into a random row of graves. Being over exaggerated as usual, he rolled like a agent and slammed against the back of a tomb. He mumbled the " secret agent man " tone to himself as he crept from the stone to stone. His ragged cloak made subtle sounds when he rushed against the wind. " I'm gonna find this guy. And then.. " he started, before rolling to another grave. " I'm gonna introduce myself to him. " he ended cheerily. A giant smile decorated the youth's face.