Bleach Hereafter RPG

Vance got the call the second a dam flare appeared on some pencil pusher's screen in the OGA. An annoying voice on the other end mentioned a garganta and a portal to hell, again. That was a bit too much for his tastes. People really need to get their shit under control. The distributor sighed inward as he brought up the navigation on his phone.

It shouted at him to turn left and he did in his rented car, barely managing to dodge some car that thought yellow meant speed up as he did so. He continued driving for another half mile before half jumping a corner to "Park" the thing, which was a strong word for nearly slamming into a sidewalk and bricking the chassis. "Agent on Scene, gearing up now." Vance stated into his phone and popped the trunk, he got out of the car and went to the open trunk.

In a matter of moments he had his ginto tube belt strapped on along with his other firearm and made sure his armor was ready to go before giving his cowboy hat a pinch and flourish along the rim. He then pulled up his phone again and called in. "Directions to targets?" He asked and pulled his badge out of his pocket and placed it in the slot holder on his belt and slid an earpiece in.

"Confirmed." He said as he walked towards the end of the block, and began to smell sulfur. "Moving. Standard cover." He said into the earpiece. He checked the slide on his FnX then pulled out the clip and dumped the contents of a ginto tube on it before splashing it to his other clips. The smell was getting worse as he moved up.

He slapped the clip back in and racked a round with practiced ease before coming to the underpass. "Confirm, arrancar on site." He whispered as he watched the thing taunt the demon. Well, at least he could pawn this off on someone else. He thought as his soul began to slowly tear away, hiding as he saw more of the pack move.

Vance stood around the corner watching by putting his phone around the corner and relaying the image to himself. Thank Doctor Fredricks for useful technology, his soul was already going into a bad count of overdrive and it was going to cause more problems the longer he was here. This arrancar could solve the problem. Vance was thinking before he pulled the phone back and looked back up towards the other side as a few more hellhounds sniffed and looked at him.

He pocketed the phone and an annoyed look he stared the two down for a second before the howled and charged. He shifted his weight as they ran past the arrancar and his hand glided down to the cross draw and grabbed his Model three and six shots rang out in a percussive set of claps. His off-hand was above the hammer, gripping the breach he flared the gun and the spent shells ejected and he pulled out six more and began reloading.

He flicked the breach back up and backed up as he pointed the firearm in the direction of the arrancar and the hounds. "Shoot it, or recruit it." He said under his breath as he waited to see who would come out the winner of the fight.

"Actually, they seem to be eating you right now." Vance pointed out as he holstered the Model 3 and pulled his FnX up and pulled the trigger on a hound a ways away as the Arrancar tried to slash at him. Vance could not sense anything because of his soul distribution and instinctively brought up a ginto tube and popped it open to dissipate the damage. Which probably probably not helpful but Vance could not use his own energy so playing it safe was better than playing it dead. Or that's how he thought anyway.

"Why would I give a truce to a literal dimensional invader that doesn't work for or with my organization?" He stated as he rolled out of the way of the last hellhound and. What was odd was that Vance, was not superhuman, he wasn't faster or stronger. His actions were just that of someone who had been doing this with no advantage for a long time. Soul Distribution was a curse, a really bad one at times. While Vance was in combat, or just near other spirituals, his soul was actually being torn apart to supply them with healing and power. So, as the Arrancar fought harder, regardless of if Vance thought he was friend or foe, he would get stronger and heal and Vance would get weaker. So, this had to be quick, plus he had to recruit or shoot the Arrancar after the dam hounds were dealt with, at least the last one, anyway.

Vance unmuted his phone when the last hellhound went down. His soul was quickly streaming from his body now as he grunted and pulled out another tube to dissipate the energy flowing outwards. It would not delay it long, but it would give him a slight advantage in staying upright for a time. He still had to deal with other problems. "Nothing personal but I do have a day job and unfortunately the rules are quite clear. Shoot it, or Recruit it. If you really believe you are from here then it happens to be time to prove it."

Vance stated as he pulled out his OGA badge from his belt and held it up. "On behalf of the OGA, humanity, and this dimension, you now work for my boss. That way I don't have to shoot you." Vance said making the decision for the arrancar. The gunfighter seemed to not care at all about what the arrancar had to say on the subject and he pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of the man before tossing him a special phone. "Glad we had this discussion, or you could always go back to being some number's bitch in a never-ending desert. When you realize that isn't interesting, there's a single number in there, just tell the operator Vance sent you." He stated before walking back up the side of the underpass towards his car, singing.

"Just my rifle, my pony, and me."