Bleach Hereafter RPG

His trips to the human realm were becoming more frequent as time went on, whether for one reason or another Lazarus found himself among humans and other races often. A buzzing came from his pocket, he'd open the little flip phone and listen to the other end, raising a brow at what he had just heard, opting to just close the phone and take to the sky. He would rise through the sky effortlessly, passing over buildings several stories high before clearing the majority of them, looking around for a moment before his eyes locked onto the problem in question. He had never personally seen one, nor was he liking the idea of getting within blasting range of it, then again he might be able to work his way out of that second favor if he played his cards right.



"This is going to be far more work than I'd planned for today...."



As if the problem couldn't get any worse, from behind another building he saw another of the massive hollows, where there were two, there were more. With an exaggerated sigh he'd summon his spiritual weapons, making his way through the sky towards the menos number two, taking a pot shot at it's arm to gains its attention. He'd move quicker once it noticed him, quickly finding and passing his arrancar friend, motioning behind him as the sound of another gillian approached.



"Care to explain why these things are just strolling around tokyo without a care in the world?!"

Somewhere in the SI

Vance looked at the clocks on the walls. They displayed the times in various major cities around the globe and grunted. He had been on shift for nearly nine hours and was getting annoyed at all the paperwork he was doing. Since the incident with the human hollow worshipping, or maybe fate worshipping depending on who you asked, he had been given much more paperwork out of a natural fear that someone would turn him into a battery. That in and of itself was a bad thing, add the fact that there were idiots from anywhere trying to allow wish bound sociopaths to recreate the world and half the OGA was on standing orders.

Hell, Vance was sure they would have sounded general quarters years ago if they had realized everything would go to shit that fast. Though his boss, in their infinite wisdom, had not, so they probably had some kind of plan for this shit. Speak of the devil. Vance looked at the notification on his desktop as his phone buzzed. He sighed and stood up, grabbing his jacket and sliding it on before checking his firearms. He tossed the gun belt with his model three around his waist and latched it up as he headed for the elevator.

Somewhere in Tokyo...

Vance came out behind some convince store. He raised his hand and looked around before pulling out his phone on reflex and checking the SI application for the location of one, two garganta. He sighed and pocketed the phone as he heard the hollow scream and began walking leisurely towards the garganta before grabbing his chest. Power was leaking like a sieve. Too many things were already attaching to him.

"Just another day at the flipping office." Vance grunted in English before swapping to Japanese and moving towards the garganta. He came out just in time to dive out of the way of a menos that nearly hit him just by running into him, backpedaling and running, at a completely human speed away as he grabbed a small tube from his belt and quickly dumped the contents on his clips and FnX.

He turned at the sound of the sonic pulse and pulled his gun in a fluid motion but the thing had moved out of sight, a stream of brilliant light then erupted between one of the menos and something that Vance didn't get a look at as he shielded his eyes. He felt a harder tug at his chest as something else geared up for battle, stealing more of his soul as he realized it was a bright blue sword and something he saw on the man's arm. That one was a Quincy not from earth, Vance had met him but that was it. The other was the Arrancar that already had been helping himself to Vance's soul. "What in the- Oh you have GOT to be kidding me!"

Vance said as he looked back at another menos and a crackle of arcanik power began to form at it's mask, and most of the power seemed to be streaming towards the now forming ball, from Vance himself. "SHIT SHIT SHIT!" He stated as he reached for a set of tubes and pressed the 'mist' function and threw them in front of himself before diving behind a nearby corner. Light surged in a sound that seemed twisted as the power that hammered into the mist of Reishi and still managed to to press forward, though dissipated and Vance flew back into the wall despite his hiding spot, hammering back and falling forward like a stuntman in a bad B flick. He managed to pick himself up, but only barely, his soul hurt, his body hurt, he was tired, and today officially sucked.

"Time to do what we do, Shoot it, or recruit it." He stated out loud as he came out from behind the corner and leveled the gun.  It barked and slammed into the large and very easy to hit target at random.  Though it did about as much as a makeshift weapon against the dark could, which was to say it was more or less like throwing pebbles at a giant.  Not only that but a Giant that was currently feeding off Vance's soul, just like everything else here.

Lazarus more or less flipped from the arrancars grasp as they appeared near the other Quincy, giving them an a nod of recognition before looking up to see a third reason as to why he considered never coming back to the human realm again. With a sigh he'd hold up the small bow and fire another shot at the third one, watching the arrow find its mark just bellow the mask. Too his expectation, and dismay, he watched the massive tower of hollowness turn its attention to them. He mulled over a couple of options in his mind before opening his mouth, already starting to make his way away from the buildings and closer to the beacons of death.



"Well I don't have anything like that on me so I guess I'll help herd them along, Vance you got anything from that cool department of yours to get them to follow us, maybe hollow catnip?"



It was a shot in the dark but he figured he'd ask, and with that he'd use hirenkyaku to get back up into the sky, taking a shot at each of the behemoths to maintain attention before backpedaling away while sky bound. While they turned to see what the disturbance was, they weren't eagerly coming towards him just yet, though they were menacing none the less. Every fiber of his being was telling him this was a suicide mission and he was a fool for helping, but he couldn't justify just leaving after getting involved, and he had never been this close to menos before. If nothing else he'd have something to talk about when he got back, worst case scenario he'd be bagged and tossed out with tomorrows trash.

"Oh, that's gonna leave a mark." Vance said as he moved away from the blast zone by moseying off to the side and pulling out his phone and looking around. "Vance, not Lance. I ain't no fuckin backstreet boy." Vance stated as he pulled up the Armorer on his phone and then realized his soul, was definitely being used for something again.

"Using a bait would just bring a lot more." Vance pointed out and was silently glad Lazarus had not brought any with him, that would have ended really badly. Then again, just like people from other dimensions to not care about Earth. Vance hit the send button before he heard a voice pick u-"Hold please." Vance said as he ran from menos nearly crushing him. Unlike the teleporters, Vance relied on run away shrieking.

"Fredricks, I need something that would get menos away from here." He stated and then ran again. "I really don't like the idea of being subjected to anything you want to do to me." Vance said angrily into the phone as he fired his FnX a few times at one of the Menos, which was still doing nothing.

Vance then realized, he had hollow catnip, unfortunately, he realized it staring at the hollow that were now surrounding him. "Well, that's really not good." He said and screamed into the phone. "Fredricks, send me shells, 3s and 8s." Vance yelled and turned and started running as the hollows screamed, one slamming into his side and sending him flying again.

Lazarus looked at the situation and nodded, holding his hand up palm forward, bracing it with the other as runic quincy symbols swirled around his forearm and hand. They appeared to almost crystalize as he muttered some spell under his break before releasing a large gust of icy wind onto one of the menos, ice building up on one of its legs and arms, meanwhile the other hand swinging wildly at the air bound quincy. Having been distracted from trying to cast the spell he had no easy way to dodge, and the ashen palm would swat him like a fly through the air, his body launched towards one of the many buildings around them. Lazarus would flip through the air and form a reishi platform just before crashing through a building and getting shrapnel in his ass. Pushing off of it he would aim two shots at the same gillian, forming stepping platforms as he made his way towards the garganta in the sky.



"Why do they have to be so god damn big, seriously what is the point of being that massive?!"



He was holding his right arm at the elbow, a small trail of blood dripping down both his head and arm as he stop in the sky, switching from groaning and panting from the newly injured arm and head. He'd hold off on using the bait until absolutely necessary, if it didn't do what it was intended for they would be up a certain creek with no paddles. His normally calm demeanor was slowly turning to anger, and while he didn't want to cause more trouble, these things were far harder to herd than sheep.

Vance pushed a button on his phone and a small hole opened up in reality and he reached into it and quickly pulled out six shells for his model three and then pulled it out of the holster and with a practiced skill, threw the breach open. His phone disappeared into his pocket as he slid each shell into different chambers, alternating the numbers on the rims. A three then an eight, until all six chambers were loaded and he locked the breach with a flick of his wrist.

That was when the arrancar threw up a giant wall as a cero fired, and Vance nearly toppled over as his soul was thrown against itself in a contest of wills that he had no say in. He gasped to catch his breath and used his free hand to steady himself. On the bright side, as far as healing went, using Vance's soul was basically free heals all day, for everyone and everything. Though Nez had the advantage of having it work before. He was more used to it. Vance leveled the gun at the final menos and thumbed back the hammer. He stopped for a split second to put a second hand to stop the recoil and gently squeezed the trigger.

A percussive clap of sonic wave radiated from the barrel as a bright flash of sickly blue energy streaked out of the gun and instead of acting like a bullet, it acted more like a bolt of ravenous energy, slashing along the body of the menos, but still doing very little. The menos turned to Vance and screamed. Vance squeezed the trigger again. This time, a boom, like a thunder strike in the distance sounded out and the menos jerked back about ten feet. Vance's arms were shaking from the vibrations and strain on his muscles.

The fact that his soul was in ten different places, was not helping. He could barely hold steady as a piece of debris hid him in the side from something he hadn't had his gunsligner's focus on. His arms lost their focus and he grabbed his side. "Yea, definitively putting in for hazard pay."

Well thanks to his little antics a moment ago, one of the two remaining menos was focused in on him, though from the throbbing in his arm and head, he couldn't exactly say he enjoyed the attention. He'd continue to back pedal towards the garganta, the massive gillain following in tow as it swung it's arm at him once again. A deft and much needed hirenkyaku got him free of harms way, though the towering behemoths response to him moving as to lift its leg. While terrified of the idea of being crushed by the beast, it did spark a lightbulb in Lazarus' head, and with one more hirenkyaku he was behind the beast that raised it's leg.



"This better work or I'm gonna be on the wrong end of a falling menos...."



A quick flourish of his blade and he'd charge forward, his aim being the back of the knee, hoping that with enough force and damage he could get the beast to stagger and fall forward into the massive tear in the sky just ahead. The first cut was barely enough to cut flesh, but it elicited a cry from the beast above, this didn't stop him from spinning on his heels and heaving the blade with his full body weight for a second swing. a much deeper cut and a louder cry from it as it's knee began to buckle and bend, though it wasn't quite falling yet. An outstretched finger would seal the deal, as he focused his reishi and fired a concentrated beam of energy that mimicked electricity straight through the beasts knee. There was a brief moment when the towering mass swayed backwards, panic quickly spreading through Lazarus from head to toe as he went to pivot and try and get out of the way. Alas it was unneeded, as with a much larger sway in the opposite direction the gillian would fall towards the tear in the sky, catching wind of the hollow bait inside.

Vance took out one of his tubes, this one labeled with a medic cross and chugged it. He put the tube back on his belt and grunted in a very distraught tone as his body shifted a bone he hadn't realized was broken back into place. "Okay, we're broken." Vance said and took a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. He shrugged his shoulders and realized something very bad, he had no idea if his limbs would let him fire another sonic shell.

"I'm barely not passing out, man, this shit is on you two." Vance said and started trying to get away from ground zero. He needed to stop bleeding energy before he fell unconscious from the strain of the drain as it were. Though, if nothing else, he had helped get rid of one and that was about the most Vance could do without calling in the PD. Vance, unlike some field agents in the OGA, kept that for only when something that could destroy an entire city showed up.

It was odd, though, the two would notice they would have to power their own abilities more with Vance not there to essentially act as a battery for everything, and the menos ability to use Cero would probably diminish as well. He took out a flask when he got a bit away and took a swig. "Oh, case of the mondays."

Lazarus had found himself in a 'out of the frying pan and into the fire' moment, as now that there was only one menos to deal with, it happened to turn it's attention fully to him, and the red light emanating from its mouth spelled near certain death for him. He was aching pretty much all over that this point, muscles close to spent, and fatigue was getting the better of him. He was more so a deer in the headlights at this point, his brain telling his legs to move, but his body not finding the strength to do so. His vision of the monolith like beast was obscured, eyes widening as he realized Nezuel was in front of him, chanting something he couldn't quite focus on. Saved from certain death from a hollow by another more powerful one, there was probably some sort of irony there, but he was too tired to look for it. He felt the other root around for something in his pocket before speaking again, his brows drawn together in slight confusion before witnessing what Nezuel meant.



"Wait..!"



It was all he could muster before watching the final gillian follow the second bait into the maw of dimensional fog, the sky closing behind the beast. As quickly as it had happened and it was over, while some of his wounds were healed a bit by Vance's power, a majority of them still racked his body, and with a pained grunt he would fall against the one of the buildings beside him. While he wanted to look for Vance, he knew that it was likely bad to get close as he might drain the remaining reishi the other had left. He opted to stumble into an alley dark enough to keep him hidden, collapsing onto the cold concrete and letting out a labored sigh. He'd rest long enough to heal his wounds and get out of here, having enough of the human would for the time being.