Bleach Hereafter RPG

Bea was already sitting near Lazarus' desk when he showed up. She was standing next to it, after all at her size a little office chair would have shattered. Luckily, the ceilings were high in the OGA's building. The massive woman referred to as "the Bride" had a folder under her arm and was wearing a much larger version of the suit that all agents wore. Though, like most of the PD, she did not need to wear it.

"Agent Jaeger, your presence has been requested at the PD Headquarters." She stated when he showed up as she handed him the folder with a temporary scan badge for the 42 level of the building. The large woman then nodded politely to him and started to get back to her regularly scheduled job. Which today was getting back on the trail of one of the less than savory characters that were into some new ritual to blow up the dimension or summon some elder powerful monster that would eat D6 investigators per round. Which, was actually not a lot now that she thought about it.

The trek to the PD HQ would be boring, the usual bustle of the floor up to the elevator being the only thing really going on. The elevator would open to a large room that almost looked like a makeshift hanger, with a bunch of desks here and there, some rather large for the members of the PD who sat in them, each was more unique than the last.

A young woman in her blue summer dress was sitting back in her chair pushing her feet against the side of a kitchen knife that sat in the center of her desk, lodged in. The chair liable to fall backwards at any time. Her desk was mahogany and had knife marks all over it, pills scattered over the top of it. She had the sunken eyes and skin of a generic junkie and she leaked her shinigami reiatsu much like a miasma as she hummed a tune.

In contrast, the desk nearest to her, was immaculate. Johan Saint sat behind it typing away at his computer in his suit that did not quite fit but was still regulation with a number of chemicals on a desk behind him bubbling every which way.

Prometheus was smoking a stogie and let out a massive layer of smoke that should not have been possible for human lungs. His desk was more or less something you would find at an old cigar lounge, it oddly had a cigarette lighter from a car wired near it, and it had an identical desk next to it with Bea's name on the nameplate. After all, he still had issues with pure fire. It wasn't entirely clean and he had papers askew probably from some work he was actually working on.

There were various other desks but their occupants were out. A desk surrounded by layer walls of paintings and portraits of individuals over history, though they all had the same look if you ignored the hair. A desk that had a piano and a number of jars containing sickly glowing eyes. Another that looked straight out of a Sci-Fi movie, complete with a massive gun that looked like it could shoot though someone, and the five steel walls behind them. Still another that looked like it belonged to a generic witch with scrollwork of pentagrams, jars labeled ominous things like essence of llama, toad's teeth, and tail of a rat.

Johan and the young woman looked over at Lazarus as he walked in. "Fresh meat." The young woman stated.

Lazarus offered little more than a raised brow and a polite nod in return to the information given to him along with the folder, opting not to break his neck trying to lean back far enough to make eye contact. He plucked the temporary badge from the folder and kept the folder itself under his arm, his walk to the elevator unperturbed by those around him as he moved. This wasn't a floor he had been to before, nor was it one he was entirely familiar with, so when the elevator doors opened to the sight before him, he would pause for just a moment. Stepping through the doorway into the large office space, the first thing he did was scan the area, taking in as much information as possible in the brief moments before he stood before this group of people.

He knew that the organization employed all sorts, and the higher up you went the more 'eccentric' the people got, or at least that's the way he say it since joining. In comparison to the personalities here he looked like a random civilian you might find on any city sidewalk, so it confused him a little as to why he would be here of all places, but he didn't bother asking those kinds of questions. Instead he'd simply hold up the badge and folder with a relatively neutral expression, hearing the woman's words before speaking his own.

"Lazarus Jeager, I was told my presence was requested on this floor."

This truly was something out of a movie if anyone could see it, he felt out of place in this room, which was saying something considering he had adapted well to the environment here since he started. Amber eyes affixed themselves on the woman who addressed him, though he wasn't so much sure if that was a statement to him or the others around him, or what it implied. Whatever the case may be, it definitely sparked an interest in him about what people such as this could want from a nobody like himself.

Prometheus did not move, then again he did not seem to care at all. It was not his job for things like this, they fell on Johan and the Armorer. He thought about why they had waited so long, it had been a while anyway.

The other one, the girl fell backwards and looked up at the ceiling, which if anyone else had bothered to look would have seen the odd spiral over her desk for just such occasions. She seemed to loose herself in it as Johan stood up and walked over to Lazarus. "Ignore the riff-raff, she's high, then again I fear the day she ever gets sober." He stated while offering a hand. "Welcome to the PD. It's been a while since we've had a promotion in house. You were also called here because we actually have a mission for you." Johan stated, a bit more polite and less eccentric than the others in the PD, though if you considered what he was, it might be that he was simply the most eccentric that he went full circle.

He handed Lazarus a file with information on an arrancar that was using the earth as a basis for experiments on humans with powers, call them whatever you wanted. Just the same they were on Earth and they had a few OGA agents in their clutches. "We get the jobs that overwhelm other agents. We are plan B. Find our Agents, dead or alive, or otherwise, and bring them back. Any questions?" Johan said handing Lazarus a new badge. Unlike the normal ones carried by the OGA the PD badges just said PD on them, to mortals they would look like whatever government agency was the least likely to ask questions and anyone looking into it would be met with heavy 'get the hell out of their way' speeches.

His attention went from the woman who fell towards the one addressing him directly and offering his hand, to which Lazarus would take and shake twice before retracting his own. His expression showed minor surprise when given the news that he had been promoted, as it was something he hadn't really heard about or even talked with anyone about, though it was a happy surprise none the less.

The information about the job he was to go on was rather unsettling, the idea of an arrancar having the means to perform experiments at all was enough to make his skin crawl, and targeting humans just meant it was likely still learning how to do whatever it was that the hollow was doing. Lazarus understood the gravity of the potential situation, if left unchecked the creature might turn it's sights on something more powerful, or just end up creating some monstrosity that could rival other spiritual races, neither option being a good one. He took the file and his new badge, opening said file to read through some of the information as he spoke.

"A couple questions about the job, a couple about the promotion. Do I report here now instead of that small cubical I was working at before, and is there more or less paperwork involved in these kinds of jobs?"

A pause to allow the man to answer before he continued, flipping to another page in the file with a raised brow and slight look of disgust.

"Is this Arrancar working or is it still under the sway of their 'Queen', and do we know anything about the humans it's taken, are they spiritually aware humans or does it appear to be random abductions?"

Johan shrugged and looked around the room, paperwork? The Armorer usually did everyone's paperwork besides Johan's mainly because the rest did not care, or were too eccentric to really be able to grasp something like that. For hell's sake they had a junkie rolling on the floor who couldn't even be bothered to explain anything besides her next fix. "You report here from now on, the badge will get you access to this floor, the Armory and our private lounge."

Vance stated and then he went on. "Leave the paperwork to the Armorer, around here I think only me and Jacob do anything like that the rest can't or really just don't care at all." Prometheus gave a nod at the comment, which proved that the monster really did have some incredible parts. Then he went back to enjoying his cigar and pretending like he was out of the conversation.

The woman, still loopy and a bit out of it sat back up simply by bending her frame forward. It looked inhuman, or really strong, with a rock of her feet she stood up, and her hair fell down in front of her face giving her ring vibes before, in a single breath, she simply blew it back into place.

She grabbed the chair and set it back up and yawned as she sat down. Johan went back to speaking after she finally stopped making noise. Some people had no respect for conversation. "Honestly, the Queen, like your, joke of a whiny child Emperor, rarely does anything aside from claim to be in power. What everyone else does as far as the Hollow community do seems to be more or less, organized. OGA agents are about half and half, having the sight, and being powerful enough to do anything are two completely different ends of the spectrum. In most cases, they use things enhance their watery vision as it were. But one or two had minor talents."

Given the amount of information given and what was in the notes in the file, Lazarus had a fairly decent idea of the bigger picture. Bringing the agents back regardless of condition was a bit odd but he'd leave the specifics to whoever handled the bodies later, he didn't need every detail about what might go on after his part was played.

"Working on the assumption I should be taking out the Arrancar, or should I attempt to apprehend and bring it back as well?"

Closing the file Lazarus finally made eye contact with the person he'd been speaking with, who he just realized he hadn't gotten the name of, something he'll likely acquire as they worded in proximity to one another. the area in question wasn't a place he had been too before, though it was close enough to another location that he'd be within a reason distance. Holding his palm up, his mind concentrated on the location in his mind, and a black ichor like reishi would seep from his shadow upwards. The portal itself would show nothing but darkness inside, but he knew it would take him where he wanted to go, and from there it would just be travel time.

"If there's nothing else I'll be going then?"

Johan stared at Lazarus. "Shoot it, or recruit it." He stated in the motto of the OGA. He relaxed and pointed at the woman now shaving her arms with the odd looking chef's knife. "Allison Liddell, and the Vorpal Blade." She looked over at Lazarus and smiled at him, though it was as half assed as everything else she seemed to be doing.

"If you meet a pretty boy that looks like a bunch of historical figures, that's Grey. The big man and his sister are Prometheus and Bea, they are more commonly known throughout history as Frankenstein's Monster and Bride." Prometheus lifted his cigar at Lazarus like a welcoming glass.

"The six fingered blood mage is Jacob Whateley. The Armorer just likes to be referred to as such as she hates her name. When she's contracted we get some odd fae chick named nilo? Nooji? To do jobs as well and that's the PD. It stands for Penny Dreadfuls, we didn't come up with it, Frankenstein did, but don't mention him. He's a sore spot for a lot of people here. For good reason." Johan stated and then walked back to his desk watching the ichor rise.

"That's cool."

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It wouldn't take long to realize, that the entire city that Lazarus had stepped into, was now a ghost town.

The portal itself lead him to the town in his minds eyes, stepping out to witness nobody on the streets around him. The ripples in the black ichor would fade and settle as he stood there, taking in his surroundings before letting the portal dissipate into the air, slowly breaking into parts too small to see. Lazarus would open his mind to the spiritual world around him, trying to sense anything in the area, to no avail.

"This Arrancar has been busy, let's go pay a visit then..."

Given his location in relation to where the file had put the Arrancar's rough vicinity, it would take maybe an hour of travel time for the Quincy. With nobody around it would be easier to travel though, not having to hide and keep to the shadows or alleyways to travel in non-human ways. The small reishi platform that he had grown accustomed to riding would form under his feet, lifting him up into the sky and angling so that it may push him forward toward his destination. As he traveled he'd think about the best approach to this creature, should he go straight for the recruit angle and try and get the agents bodies back that way, or was this going to go the way it normally went. Lazarus wasn't above attacking and killing the creature, but if he could help it he wanted to get the agents back before having to do that, though the idea felt far fetched even as he thought of it.

Though he could have used threads to just follow anything around, quick sensing was something the arrancar in question had learned to avoid. He was inside a school chemistry lab that it had outfitted with a number of supplimental things from the local hospital and other which places. A number of patients had already been disposed of or consumed following the results of his little experiments. Though the monster had no idea there were humans like the ones he had taken earlier. They wore glasses that seemed to see him, and had phones that could track him.

He was disassembling one now to figure out how it had managed to do that and his current victim was strapped to a bed being tortured by some unknown force that was actually just concentrated reishi from a hollow that he had extracted using roughly the same methods at an earlier time. With the arrival of a Quincy however the arrancar grunted as its pesquisa pulsed like a radar. The issue with active radar was that it required sound to use so by throwing it, you could also see back.

Lazarus would feel the massive wash of reiatsu from the pesquisa pulse as it radiated outwards from the local school.

He could never quite get used to that feeling of reiatsu washing over him, while it made sense for a species as survival driven as the hollows were, it also had the effect of making ones skin crawl just a bit when they came within range. It would be hard to tell at this range how strong this Arrancar actually was, but then again it didn't matter much in the scale of release states and such. Given the edge of the 'radar' of reiatsu as it were, Lazarus would quickly zero in on the center of it, or what he could best assume was it's center. It wasn't like he was going unnoticed, and with that in mind he would keep one hand in his pocket, rolling a few silver tubes between his fingers as he traveled onward towards the target.

His feet would touch solid ground once more as he got just a block away from the school in question, the disc of reishi fading away behind him as he continued forward. Lazarus would keep his senses open to the world around him, though it would be a bit more difficult to pinpoint the Arrancar itself amidst the reiatsu already around him, though finding something else lurking about would be easier as it would stand out against what was already there. His steps would fall short as he came to the precipice of the schools gate, standing a moment to see if anything would happen, if anyone would come out to greet him or not.

The masked monster looked up as the pesquisa radiated the power of poison back at it and it blinked. Most of the humans it had caught were, minor talents at best and this one was much bigger. It looked back towards where the ping had come from and grunted as it went back to torturing its current victim as a few other hollow approached it. "Master, shall we deal with the intruder?" They asked.

The arrancar grunted and the hollow all slunk away towards their new prey. They would meet the Quincy in the main foyer of the school and immediately attack them, a combination of their lower power and virtually not status causing them to be more of an assault annoyance to take up time for their master to continue to give him time to take things apart in order to continue his studies.

Once defeated, a few more would attack drawn by the energy in the air though most would be dispatched in the easiest of fashions. Mostly more time being wasted as the arrancar continued his insane experiments. Though after it would be an easy shot to the makeshift chem lab that had been modified with stolen medical tech and some arrancar tech that was unrecognizable along with the curdling screams of the victims.

The presence of other hollows wasn't too unexpected, from his readings on Arrancar in general he knew they had a sort of hierarchy that involved weaker hollows serving under stronger ones at that stage in their evolution. The fight itself would be less an actual fight and more Lazarus tossing around a bunch of hollows like ragdolls until he could get a clean shot off and end their existence. More coming out to challenge him simply irritated him, as he could somewhat hear the sounds of the victims as the next batch of hollows would make their way towards him. He'd waste less time than before, opting to simply put a lightning bolt of energy through their skulls and be done with it, walking past their evaporating corpses with little to no second thoughts.

Lazarus made his way down a set of stairs and through some hallways, reishi blade at the ready if he were to get ambushed by anything on his way to the primary target. So far things were going smoothly, but given the nature of the job and how it was framed, along with his new promotion, he had the feeling it wasn't going to be as simple as it felt. Finding the pair of doors that would lead into the would be lab, he pushed one open with his foot slowly, leaning in to look left and right before continuing forward. The sounds of screams were an easy indicator of where this was all taking place, and while it made him grit his teeth, the Quincy would continue onward, wanting to find this Arrancar and get to the worst of the jobs objectives. He'd glance at the machinery as he moved, raising a brow at some unfamiliar pieces of equipment with confusing, making a mental note to document that if possible once this was over.

"What kind of child dares to enter?" A booming and hysterical voice stated as the Arrancar looked up from behind a multitude of organs and hospital equipment at Lazarus. The remainder of his mask was over his left cheek in a protruding structure that looked almost like an ant's mandible. He looked over Lazarus again and grinned. "Another experiment? Oh my word, they just like handing themselves over don't they? Though you're not like the others, you have more meat on your soul. Maybe I'll just eat you. After all you are interrupting my research to get into the most prominent spiritual lab community there is."

The arrancar pointed out, rather annoyed that Lazarus was there before he could finish his theorem that would get him access to the files of the most dangerous mind in spiritual history as he saw it. That made all of this worth the time and effort, it did not matter who he was hurting so long as he got to the end of the road and all of them ended up injured and out of his way. "I wonder how many organs I can take out of you before I consume your soul. Though keeping it might be a decent bargaining chip for Victor."

He grabbed the blade off the top of one of the shelves and with the usual seismic sound, he appeared near Lazarus striking out.