There were some moments where the tension could literally be cut with a knife and this was frankly one of them, the air was almost charged with the heavy levels of various clashing Reiatsu from the veritable horde of people that had proverbially “come out to play”. Someone was lurking behind her, a power that could likely get at least a tiny handle upon her Reiatsu signature, another power level, though not one as worrisome, was approaching the shop as well; it was another of those horrible new feelings, a sensation that seemed mockingly human yet at the same time not… that would be the third new entry in her little bestiary at home if she got out of this place alive. Not to mention the thing above her, instilling even her cold hunter’s demeanour with a heady measure of fear and concern for her own personal safety. Frankly it was a more than intimidating situation for the Demoness, there were many powers here and, if she were completely and utterly honest with herself, the one behind her and the one above her were the only true concerns, none of the others were quite in her league. Suddenly she found her thoughts derailed though by a battle cry that was akin to ones she had heard many times before upon the fields of war, the battle cry of the resolute and absolute hero and by “hero” she naturally meant “suicidal idiot” because frankly the terms were about synonymous in her many years of combat experience. Almost as if by some grand design, ordained by fates with an almost sadistic sense of humour, Tariel met her first ever shinigami in her over half a millennia of existence.

It was almost comical really; the way the figure swathed in black cloth sailed through the doorway, not through the open doorway but rather literally THROUGH the door, in a highly dramatic fashion, issuing the blood curdling cry of someone leaping into what they earnestly thought was situation where they would be torn to pieces. Oh it would have been a wonderful manoeuvre had it not been for them falling flat on their face, landing on the wet alley floor directly at her feet; it was as if the shinigami, really…if this was a shinigami how the hell was Iona afraid of them again? It was unfathomable to her how a creature like that managed to inspire such unimaginable level of fear in the darling mod soul, the black robed thing pulling itself up to its…no…his knees, it was quite evidently male, even if it had a look in its eyes as though everything within had died a death. Slowly the shinigami looked up towards the happy looking child on the roof, managing to give it a greeting before commenting blankly that he must have gone crazy. The poor thing looked as if it had lost its mind as he walked over into a corner, facing the blank, cold, unforgiving grey walls and giggling to themselves as they announced that if they could not see the power sources then neither could the sources see them. Oh she had seen such things before, the dead eyes and nervous laughter of men staring at a figure soaked in the very life essence of their rather ironically named brothers in blood… a part of her wanted to coldly put him out of his misery, but really she just wanted to give the man a hug, his mannerisms right now were almost child like and she was, if anything, big on kids.

Of course there were bigger issues right now than some broken bloke in a rather morbid black getup… for example the OTHER bloke in the same uniformed morbid black getup; oh when it rained it poured! Five hundred and forty five years of life and not a single shinigami had appeared before her, despite the killings and the slaughtering of hollow, which Iona said they had nearly committed genocide over in the past; but now, simply because she had gone out to fetch flour, two of them had shown up! Slowly the woman turned to face the one that had stepped forward and raised his voice, unintentionally shouting uncomfortably close to her ear, the man literally just and just outside of the caul’s crystalline envelope; Tariel scurried forwards towards the markedly weaker and thus substantially safer shinigami. The potent one was certainly loud, but from his words was also quite the intelligent one… it appeared he had no desire to cause unnescercary bloodshed and would even go so far as to defend her should something attack, which was at once comforting and perhaps a ploy to lure her out? If it was a ploy then the man had a devious mind… but if he did not then it was an offer of security that she could ill afford to turn down. With a measure of calm thought she decided to simply watch on and see what happened… slipping the mask off she leaned quietly against the wall beside the “hiding” shinigami, the icy crystals that had been bending the light around her parting so that he and he alone could see her face.
“Hey, points for style shinigami, points for style. You are a shinigami, right? I’ve never met one before… so yeah, you don’t seem to be the evil, genocidal monsters I was told about.” Her tone was pleasant, almost conversational albeit a little on the cold side, as if the voice’s owner was still ready to defend herself should the need arise. Quietly she watched the child form above descend upon the alleyway, talking in an almost adorable manner; with his speech patterns the fear of him almost melted away, replaced entirely by the almost overwhelming urge to give him a cuddle and call him the cutest little thing she had ever laid eyes upon.

“Okay… that might be pretty creepy actually…” She commented more to herself than anything else as she watched both the child and the more potent shinigami talk amongst themselves. “…I really aught to see someone about that sort of thing, it is starting to get a little out of hand. Perhaps I need a pet… a dog, a cat… perhaps even a---” Tariel’s mind suddenly registered what she had heard the child say a few moments ago and she reacted almost on instinct, raising her voice so that she was certain she could be heard, perhaps even by the owner of the odd Reiatsu in the shop.
“I am NOT evil! Well…okay, classically I am… but I’m lawful evil! I only kill the things that’d hurt the villagers! I’m not a bad person! I’m…..” Her voice suddenly trailed off as she realised that her rather vaunted stealth ars had just been rendered more or less worthless, the crystals fading away and the pervading demonic taint in the area vanishing with them; leaving the woman stood there clutching the bag of flour tightly to her rather lack lustre chest. “…so stupid for shouting. Gods below that was dumb.” She looked at the two high-powered figures with a rather hopelessly embarrassed look adorning her face. “Erm… Hi there.” She said with a small laugh, the faint and nervous laugh of someone who would sorely love to turn back the flow of time by a few moments so that they could give this thing known as “silence” another chance.

Durza froze as he heard the voice in the air, so it appeared that those with stronger abilities were trying to take advantage of the situation. I can't go outside or I will surely be killed, I am only here to just look at the woman to see if she poses a threat, if she is innocent then it looks like I'm going to have to help her Durza hated these situations, he never wanted to go on an all out brawl in the middle of the city streets.

It seemed that one of the members in the store was quite intimidated. Durza could sense the fear practically seeping from the tiny shinigami. WHen he watched the man fall to his feet Durza could not help but try to help him up. Althought he went invisible Durza could clearly sense him, he chuckled to him self, he was not a threat to no one and he would not try to harm him anymore than he would try to harm a child. He looked towards the area were the shinigami was and smiled and nodded his head, the smile disolved the intimidaiting presence he was giving off and create a sense of kindness and warmth. He then quickly turned to the girl in order to fully understand what her intentions where.

Durza followed her he knew she could sense him but he tried his best to convey he meant no harm unless she caused harm to others. He stayed a good distance and listened to the coversation she had with the others outside. In the end it seemed she could be trusted, Durza smiled and gave a long sigh, it was good to finally meet a Demon that actually cared about the world. He decided it best to introduce her and to try and make sure no harm came to her.

He stepped out side and looked at the Arrancar who gave off a frightful presence, Durza sighed, it seemed where ever he went this one would always be there to cause problems, the other was a man he had never met, and he did not want to give off a bad firs impression. "Greetings gentelmen and fair lady" of course the way he talked was a bit old fashioned but Durza was a man of Scotland, and he used to be a noble warrior, he would not let the old ways fall in with the new world. "I see that we have come to a bit of a cross roads, surely we all don't need to start figthing, for you two could clearly end my life" Durza extened his arms and smiled "I do not want to see anyone get hurt here, and the fair lady means no harm to anyone. I to came here to be sure of her intentions, although it was rather rude of me to spy I intend to tzke my leave".

Durza turned to the woman and smiled, he gave a slight bow to her, he wanted her to know he meant her no harm. He then took his attention to the Arrancar and Shinigami "now gentlemen, we are all reasonable men, lets let this girl go, once she goes home we can go our sepereate ways. I do not want to see her get hurt for a cut will surely look bad on her, and the action wont shine to well on you now will it?" Durza knew that they couldn't just attack her, there were ancient laws in place, if she was causing chaos then, yes, they would have to inact justice. But she was just buying supplies no need for anything hasty. Of course Durza could sense his Doll wanting to rip them in two, but Klaus would have to restrain him self just this once.

"Now can we let the lady go home? If you do try to harm the lady I will try to stop you even at the cost of my own life" Durza's voice went stern, he did not care if he died in a battle, in fact he longed for death, ever since Anna had been- well that was something he could not think about, there were more important matters at hand.

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