Reiki was enjoying the human world very much so till her target literally showed its masked face in Los Angeles "took awhile but gambling here paid off you hollows are all alike and its saddening"said reiki gently watching the hollow fade holding its mask only for it to fade as she sighed letting the dust go before reverting back to her sealed form. She adjusted her mid thigh skirt some,making sure it covered where it needed to before looking around "so I have one more day before I must enter"she spoke to herself "What to do.."She added

While a Captain, they were of the Medical Division. Draiden had been sent to patrol in the same area as backup. While Captain Reiki had eliminated that Hollow, Draiden had been about a block or two away, sheathing his blade after taking care of a second Hollow. He returns to where the Captain was shortly after their monologue. "Two Hollows in one day, it's really getting odd." His sword sheathed, he moves to stand a bit behind the Captain. He was hoping his division could have been given a stable Captain by this point but it wasn't looking likely. So, he was going to observe the Captains and their duties so he could one day take the mantle. He already had training set up for later once he was done with this venture in the Human World. "Captain Reiki, where should we go next? I'm sure there are bound to be more Hollows popping up, and there are a lot of places we haven't been to."

A man in a three-piece suit, the jacket forgone, and a purple button-down was walking casually down the streets of Los Angeles, a strawberry-banana smoothie held in one hand and the other in his pocket. He was handsome, with windswept violet hair and matching eyes, and the way he moved was almost unnaturally smooth, the gait of someone who had practically lived with a blade in hand for longer than he'd care to admit. Everything about him screamed elegance and danger, an unearthly beauty combined with the violence of a storm.

His eyes flicked towards a monster forming in the sky, a frown marring his perfect face before he disappeared in a burst of motion, reappearing on top of a building overlooking a pair of Shinigami, a Captain and a Lieutenant from the looks of things, just as the latter gave a report. Hopping off the building, the man would land on the ground with the grace of a cat, taking a sip from his smoothie before speaking in a soft bass, a British accent subtly making itself known. "I'm not sure how many Hollows you'll find in these parts, Sir Shinigami. After all, I've been personally hunting them down for a couple of weeks now. Gives me an excuse to stretch my legs, you know."

One thing about the man that has yet to be mentioned...His energy was tainted, a melancholic tone to it that marked him as a Sinner, an incredibly strong one. At the moment, he'd seem friendly enough, but the threat remained like a blade hung by a thread.

"Lieutenant Draiden. Please Just call me Rei."She Spoke sheathing her blade before reaching her hands up pulling her hair together flipping it behind her shoulders. "This area holds several more hollows I can sense as the energy of greed and obsession runs in this city quite a bit."She spoke in a very gentle tone before looking up allowing her crimson eyes to follow falling figure down to stick his landing. She didn't seem to hold up a needed guard looking towards the figure listening as her crimson eyes softened before she closed them "Your aura is different. It is tainted...much more and darker than that of a hollow's...It tells me of pain and a lot of sadness hiding something more...Malicious about yourself."She spoke gently reopening her eyes "You're probably the reason the hollows are gathering in this area..."She spoke watching him closely "They follow those of darkness and granting power for more souls...even if it leads to the loss of their own.."She spoke.

Draiden had been about to respond when that tainted energy hit his senses, an a British accent hit his ears. The armored Shinigami turned and felt a bead of sweat trickle down his cheek and curl with the curve of his jaw. This energy... it was more than he could handle for sure. He'd be just a hindrance if a fight took place. However, he was duty and honor bound to stand his ground. He was a warrior, a crusader. His will was unshakable. He hears Reiki speak of the Sinner, not sure what she had planned. "Captain... what's your call?" He whispers, hoping this individual didn't have some sort of heightened hearing.

He wasn't going to be rude, however. Friend or foe, he was honorable and respectful unless someone proved unworthy of such treatment. "Weeks, months, years, time matters little to such empty vessels. More will always come, it is a horrid but undeniable cycle. So long as there are souls, there will be a balance to maintain." His voice held firm and with the authority a Lieutenant should. While probably no threat to this Sinner, a Lieutenant was not a weak position to hold. "You're speaking to Draiden, Lieutenant of Squad Four. Who are you, and why is it you have left Hell?" Hopefully, if he could keep this man talking things might smooth themselves out. The Captain could call for assistance, the Sinner could leave the area, anything could happen from this point. It was in the hands of the two around him, the ones with the power to choose.

Looking at the Captain, the purple-haired man's eyebrow rose in an elegant arc, perfect lips drawing another sip from his smoothie as she spoke, patiently and politely listening as the two spoke to him. The Captain had not introduced herself, but the man who wore familiar armor had. Draiden, was it? Intriguing that a man of the Church had joined the Shinigami in maintaining their balance. He was interesting, although the Sinner's focus remained on the Captain as he politely responded to her admonishment and recognition. "Sadness and pain follows all those who live and die by the sword, milady, although I suppose that one could see I've seen more than my fair share. Hollows may follow that spark of darkness within me, but that same darkness makes the light shine all the brighter, does it not?"

Turning to the man wearing chainmail, he noted the plates covering the joints and the greathelm upon his head, seeming to appreciate the classic set before looking straight into the man's eyes through the slots, intimately familiar with the position. "...My name is Sir Lancelot of the Lake, son of King Ban of Benwick and sworn Knight of the Round Table. I left Hell because while I certainly deserve my punishment, the Kushanada do not seem to care if I stay or go. I'm sure they have their reasons, just as I have my own."

At that, he casually took another drink of his smoothie, as if he hadn't just revealed that the greatest knight to have ever lived, a legend among legends, someone who had nearly achieved the Grail, had been sentenced to Hell.

Reiki opened her eyes watching them both mostly the demonic, sinful energy oozing from the well dressed man before them. "Sada, Reiki Sada. I didn't do much in my past other then tend to the wounded on and off the battlefield. It was a battlefield that claimed my life in horrible sadistic sense. I am Captain of the 8th division...it is nice to meet you sir lancelot but I must request for you to return to hell and not to return. This world no longer requires your help.you can leave us to caring for it"She spoke