It had been many years now since Akane had been wandering the wastes of Hueco Mundo, stuck in that endless desert where every day was nothing but survival. At least until she had met a shinigami who had been seeking a bit of solo training. Thanks to him she was able to escape, but unfortunately it wasn't to where she had wanted. Instead of the Shinigami run city of Seireitei, she had ended up in some jungle.. She wasn't about to try and explain how these gates between worlds worked, but it was getting ridiculous she just couldn't get home.

Brushing herself off, the shinigami would sigh and just continue wandering again. It seemed like Earth as far as she could tell. No hollows around to bother her, but no people either. Maybe she could find some uncontacted tribe in this jungle and just live with them as an eternal protector or something...

Little did Akane know, she was headed directly towards the base for an old comrade of sorts. Which was certainly going to be setting off some alarms, with the sheer spiritual pressure she radiated naturally being quite a bit more intense than the average. Though, as it wasn't part of her plan, she didn't feel the need to try and hide now and instead just focus on moving forwards to find civilization.

Why in the fuck was the Reitsu equivalent to the Atom Bomb wandering around Bogota aimlessly at six AM in the morning? This was the thought that stuck in Ika's mind the minute he felt whatever the fuck was going on. It frankly put Ika on edge almost immediately, at least that was until he recognized the presence based on one past encounter.. That WMD of Reitsu he was feeling was the former Captain Commander Akane Makishima, and beyond just being alive she was for some reason in Bogota. As tired as Ika was, he knew that he would regret not at least attempting to recruit her and so he set out on a walk. Slowly but surely working his way towards his old friend, with a silly shit-eating grin etched across his face from ear to ear.

Ika had a cigarette pursed between his lips as he approached, yet when he went to light it he was more than a bit annoyed to find that his cigarette began to dissipate and blow away in the breeze, a simple by-product of the woman's border-line nuclear Spiritual Pressure. Ika grimaced a bit, shaking his head lightly before piping up. "Man you really know how to make an entrance eh?.. What brings you here Sou-Taichou Makishima? Last I heard you were dead or something like that." Ika raised a curious eyebrow and eagerly awaited her response.

Having been stuck in such a hostile environment for so long had left the shinigami a little jumpy, feeling a powerful spiritual presence approaching had her hand dart directly to her zanpakuto. Though when the presence revealed itself she seemed to relax. "Ika? Didn't think I'd see you here" She hadn't seen the man for quite a while, though it was good to see someone who didn't want to try and kill her... well she hoped. "I uh... well it's a long story I guess. People think I'm dead?" that was concerning. It did explain why no one had been sent for her... plus the way she had gone out it was only natural to assume she didn't make it. So at this stage 'sou-taichou' didn't really apply for her anymore...

She crossed her arms, pondering for a moment. Her uniform seemed a little worse for wear, a little frayed in places and torn in others. With the only remnants of her previous title being the tattered remains of her division one haori she had been using for a scarf. "So... where are we? Earth?" it didn't seem like anywhere in the spirit world, or earth if she was honest, having never really traveled outside of Japan while she was living.