Come at me!

So that's what the elevator does when it ain't working right. Wasn't bad.

Don't suppose anyone know how long it's been? Or if Blood or Squall are still around? Dunno how the disappearing thing goes.

The alleyway was dark and small, with thin-walled buildings on either side. People moved on the street just past the mouth of the alley, dark forms whose faces he couldn’t see.

He heard a giggle up ahead and got up, letting a dark cloth fall from his shoulders. It wasn’t right for him anyway. There was something else he should be wearing, something light and ragged.

Another giggle came from the street. It sounded like a little girl, and he wasn’t sure why he was following it. It just seemed right. He became aware of the fact that he was holding a sword, and that was even more right.

Walking into the street he failed to see anyone who looked familiar. It didn’t bother him. It was just a crowd. Crowds were boring if they didn’t have anyone or anything exciting. Excitement. He wanted some; this was boring.

“Anyone good enough ta come at me?” After calling out to the crowd, he looked around. There were flashes of features here and there, fleeting, glimpses. A bald head. Orange and yellow feathers. For a moment it looked like someone had six arms. Another man wore a visor. Was that a fox? And then, up ahead, a flash of pink. He focused, heading for the pink.

There were other strange glimpses. Fiery red hair, spiked up. A man with shades and a small mustache. Bright orange hair. A large person, missing a leg. Something told him that many of these were related to his announced challenge. Many of them had come at him. Most of them had lost, but he’d had his fun.

The pink was just ahead, and Kenpachi reached it, unable to make more of the shape out. He just knew that wherever he was in press and crush of Rukongai, when he was with pink, he was in the right place.

[Kenpachi's relaxing, eyeing the network, looking like he's actually thinking before talking. Finally he shrugs.]

Figure there's a point ta be made. Figure it ain't bein' made.

Difference between loyalty an' closin' yer eyes ta every one else ta only hear wha' ya wanna. If ya decide wha' ya want before gettin' facts, course there's gonna be problems.

Ignorin' people 'cause ya don't like wha' they have ta say instead o' thinkin'... Ain't smart. Heh. [He chuckles and grins.] An' if it's someone tha' ain't all tha' smart tellin' ya this, ya got a bigger problem'n I figured.

Don't matter ta me wha' ya do. Ain't my problem.

Figure tha people 'round ya care, but ya keep ignorin' them an' don't figure they'll wanna keep hurtin' themselves an' carin'.

So I'm settin' up one o' tha treepods fer us. Me an' Yachiru. Only problem is, we ain't got sturdy furniture. An' when ya got someone as energetic as 'Chiru runnin' 'round, ya need things tha' can stand up ta her.

Gonna spruce up tha workout warehouse. Anyone lookin' fer any additions ta it? Got a ring, got an area fer practicin' kidou an' spells. It's a' [x,y], swing by an' take a look.

Unohana? Wha's goin' on wi' ya?

Seems there's a difference 'tween seein' someone an' goin' out. Didn't know.

But if there is...

Retsu. Go out wi' me? Heh. Now I'm a kid again.

Animus. Fight me. Just before we go. One bit o' fun before I come back ta life back home.

[Kenpachi's adapting, it's what he does. He's got a plate and he's standing outside, having dodged the bubbly rain. He manages to catch a slice of ham with something almost resembling skill, and then dodges a few that are trying to land on his head.

As the rain switches to green beans Kenpachi's ducking back under the eaves of the house, watching. The green beans stop falling, and Kenpachi shrugs, ready to head back inside, walking out into the open.

This is when the lumpy potatoes fall, with several lumps winding up skewered on his spikes. He tilts his head back to try to see them, feeling the weight but unable to see what's on his head.]

...Great.

[Kenpachi is standing in the ruins of a messed-up building.]

Huh. Thought tha' was Nnoitra. Wasn't. Guess tha'd explain why I ain't injured. Anyone seen an Espada wi' wha' looks like a spoon behind his head runnin' 'round? He's mine if he's really here.

[He shrugs, grins, puts his blade back on his shoulder, and scoops up the PCD before wandering off.]

...Huh. A' least I ain't gonna be gettin' lost this week. Small thing. Dunno why I got stuck wi' a kid tha' seems scared an' a guy tha' ain't much better. I couldn't've gotten someone who wanted ta spar form time ta time? Outta all tha people. Heh, even coulda gotten stuck wi' tha Espada, tha' would o' been interestin'.

Huh. Oi. Espada. Wha' house 're ya in?

[Kenpachi's polishing his zanpakutou before looking at the screen, a very serious expression on his face.]

Ain't gonna tell ya ta pick on someone yer own size, 'cause I'm likely tha biggest in tha city. Gonna challenge ya ta take on someone who could fight back. Though it don't seem like ya got tha balls fer it.

[Seemingly satisfied with his work, he puts the cloth down and rests the blade on his shoulder, sharpened-edge facing upwards.]

Goin' huntin'. Hope yer worth it. Wanna have some fun, not run inta a coward tha' don't know how ta fight.

[Kenpachi is sitting in front of a mirror, trying fruitlessly to get his spikes to stand up. Each time it looks like one is set, the another falls down. For a moment he simply stares at the mirror before shaking his head.]

Better be an event, all I'm sayin'. Ain't goin' back ta this on a normal basis.

[He topples the remaining hair spike, attaching bells to the ends of the groups of hair anyway, before he leaves his hair down.]

Maybe some sort o' wire'd fix it.

[Standing up, Kenpachi grabs the zanpakutou that had been leaning against the wall and his PCD. He pushes a button, making the PCD squeak in protest, before blinking.]

Already on. Huh. 'kay. Neji, we got room fer more water? I'll look while I'm out if we do, see wha' I can bring back.

Anyone else need anythin'? Might as well try a' stuff while I'm out. No tellin' wha' I'll run inta. Goes fer ya too, Mustang. Whoever.