The sun had long since set on Karakura Town, streetlights casting light upon the streets below. As Shiori peered around her perch on top of a 3 story building, she exhaled slowly in exasperation. She'd come here to investigate the disappearance of several shinigami that had been deployed to this area for one reason or another. Instead of risk another member of another division or her own, she'd opted to come out her herself and tend to the investigation personally. Her eyes scanned the streets below as she constantly tried to scan for anything out of the ordinary. Any sounds out of place, any reiatsu that didn't belong, any shinigami unauthorized to be deployed in the area, anything.

"Damn... Nothing. You'd think a place with so many disappearances would have some kind of clue. A trace of something." As far as she could tell, there wasn't a damn thing nearby, not even a hollow. Something was definitely off here, she just wished she could find a shred of evidence as to what. As someone currently working as the acting Captain of the 6th Division, it would make sense that her of all people would be able to figure something out, but the investigation was going slow. With a furrowed brow and a puff from her kiseru, Shiori decided to move on, try a different vantage point. Maybe the park nearby had something she'd somehow missed. Leaping along the rooftops, she finally came to rest on a light post near the center of the park, exhaling a bit of smoke as she took a look around.

Ken had protected this town from Hollows for years. His green hair stood out even in the night air and it was clear to anyone with eyes that he was a pretty big fan of physical fitness. Muscles bulged out of any tight article of clothing that ordained his body, and the three sword combo he was currently working with would be enough to announce his presence to anyone interested in knowing he was there. Unfortunately, it seemed like someone was interested, and they were heading his way.

Ken left his blades sheathed and immediately caught a glimpse of some samurai woman jumping around on the roofs. As she darted away he shouted out "Hey! Get back here!" and immediately took off after her.

Upon catching up to her, Ken would smirk a bit in her general direction. "You know I've seen your kind around here in the last few days, watched two of them get killed by one of those masked monsters running around. Speaking of, what're you doing here and what are they doing here eh?"

For now, Ken would give her the chance to answer. If she gave him an answer he liked? He'd be more than happy to deescalate the situation. If she didn't? Let's not worry about that for now...

For the past few blocks, a human had been following Shiori's movements as she moved from rooftop to rooftop. She had no reason to believe he was chasing her, which would imply he could see her in the first place. This was highly unlikely, so she'd opted to assume he was chasing a dog or something that happened to be moving in the same direction. Now dogs had more of a chance of catching wind of her, but this human?

Unfortunately for her, once she'd arrived at her destination, the human stopped as well, barking in her direction about what she assumed were hollows and other shinigami. Damn, he could see her. Her eyes narrowed as he spoke, his words carrying a hint of the answers she'd come for. Using her Zanpakuto as an armrest for her left arm, she figured it best to address him

"Oh boy, the Neighborhood Watch is here. It's safe to assume that because you're talking to me, that you can see me and by extent, hollows." Remaining on her perch, Shiori turned to get a better look at the man. The man was built like a truck, likely strong enough to give a weak hollow a run for its money with his physical strength alone even without specialized equipment. "You said you witnessed the deaths of "my kind" correct? I need you to tell me what the Hollow that did this looks like so it can be death with immediately."

The girl's decision to make a smart ass response her first reply to Ken's arrival was less than ideal for both of them. Ken's blood heated up and he did his best to contain himself, listening as the girl continued to babble on. As she turned to face him, she'd find him with his arms crossed wearing a fairly irritated scowl. The girl then asked for a favor, something Ken was admittedly a bit reluctant to grant her given their current status as strangers. "I don't know if I can just give out the details of my neighborhood watching to strangers. Doesn't seem like I'd be a good fit to patrol the community at that rate hm? Perhaps we can start over and work on formalities, and then I'll give you your info."


A sarcastic grin ordained Grin's face as he kept his eyes closed, ready to bring forth a response from the samurai woman in front of him. "My name is Ken, I'd like you to state yours and the purpose of your business here."

Though a bit thick and bullheaded, this Ken fellow seemed driven by a strong sense of duty and obligation. He could evidently see hollows and had the strength to fight them, so he was using it to protect his fellow Man. Admirable traits that she found preferable for those seeking to join her division. Perhaps if his antics got him killed, she could recruit him once he reached the Soul Society.

"I suppose I could give you something of an answer. You may call me Shiori Ashina. It is the job of myself and those like me to help souls pass on from this world to the afterlife. We also are tasked with the purification of hollows, or those masked creatures you've been seeing." Shiori finally jumped down from her post, landing gently on the ground below. After straightening her outfit, she eyed the oddly muscular man, right ha d resting on her hip. "Now if you could tell me what you know about the hollow that's been rampaging around here, if greatly appreciate it."