[center][b]Seireitei[/b]
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Captain Akihiko nodded as Tomoko issued her orders, motioning for lieutenant Nekketsu to follow with a few odd gestures before disappearing in a small cloud of dust as he flash stepped away. A Jigokuchō was summoned by the reporting soul reaper, fluttering gently in the air above his palm with an ethereal glow emanating from it's wings. "Attention squad 1! The head captain has issued commands to mobilize and deploy to rukon districts 77 through 80!..." Once the message was completed and the hell butterfly was released, it didn't take long for several shinigami troops move out from the seireitei and begin proceeding with haste toward their new objective. 

[b]Rukongai[/b]
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A warm breeze blew vacantly across the dirt road, wafting dust into the air. Creaky wood cried out as the destitute shacks and huts bared against the wind. "Sqa-crrrcht-13 report! Som-crzztt-espond! Do you rea-czzzrtt-?!" Static riddled voices echoed out from the shattered ear piece of a shinigami communicator laying on the ground in a dusty heap next to a smattering of blood. The sound was quickly silenced as the weight of a booted foot crushed the device into bits. A rather massive, begrudged looking man with thuggish features and a darkened mullish visage, lugged forward, dragging behind him a fairly large and jagged sword stained with crimson liquid. Behind the ample form of the large man were three others, all just as large and brutish as the first. 

The flimsy frame of a wood and paper Shoji was easily smashed to make way for one of the hefty goons. Huddled in a corner was a woman and a young boy. The sounds of violence and destruction echoed through the windows while the heavy steps of of the intruder grew closer. Most crimes in this part of the rukon were limited to the streets after dark. This mid day invasion had caught everyone off guard, including the residents of the near by homes, who scrambled and screamed as they suffered the assault. "Please, what do you want?!" Cried the fearful woman, holding the young boy behind her. But there was no response. The expression on the strange men's faces was blank and emotionless. "Stop! Please!" Screamed the woman again as the closest thug raised his bloody blade into the air.

[b]Ikijigoku Pub[/b]
"I'll take you on." Spoke a low voice from across the pool table as a young man in a black suit and tie approached. "If you're up to facing someone who isn't piss drunk that is." Judging by the level of inebriation Baldir's current opponent had, it didn't seem like there would be much of a challenge in dealing with him swiftly. Grabbing a cue stick off the rack on side of the wall, the suited man leaned against a table and awaited the answer to his challenge. 

Across the room, a few laughs were shared between Alexander and his guest as the joked over their drinks. It was a regular date for the most part, despite the circumstances. Though they both knew the time they had was limited. "Well...I can't be here too much longer." Reluctantly declared Asuna as she gazed at the bottom of her empty glass. "Do you?" Asked Alexander, hoping for a bit more time. But he too knew time was short. Asuna smiled. "I wish I could bring back a bottle of sake. Drinks from the world of the living always taste better then the stuff back home." She said, standing from the booth. Alexander lingered at the table for a moment, sliding the ice around in his glass as he simply looked at the red haired young woman. "What?" She asked, shooting him a confused glance. "It's nothing." He replied, standing up and leaving a few bills on the table.

Walking out together, Alexander and Asuna stayed weary. "Take care of yourself." Said Alexander through a smile. "I know you can't stay out of trouble...but at least try to avoid it." Replied Asuna, lightly punching him in the shoulder with a grin on her face. They gave their final goodbyes before subtly parting ways. Once out of view, both disappeared, flash stepping into the night.

[b]Mashiba Warehouse[/b]
It didn't take long for Junko, with the assistance of her two helpers, to whip up a delectable assortment of dishes for dinner including gyuniku donburi, curry udon, and nikujaga. Piece by piece, mismatching plates and hard plastic platters were set out onto the worn old oak living room table. Amongst them was the finished food ready to be distributed. Ezekiel was eager to grab his seat, even though he didn't really show it. Junko looked at her watch and then stepped over to a dusty window. A slightly worried expression crossed her face as she looked over the cement and asphalt scenery. "Where's that damn idiot?" She asked, lightly biting at her thumb nail. "Hey!" Spoke Ezekiel suddenly, chop sticks in hand. "Can we eat already or what?"[/center]