A fun in wonderland

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So there were two people, well three, not counting Byron, but if that's the case, it'd be two with an excluded third. It was a Captain, who had been strapped to an operating surgical metal table with straps that weigh about a ton, and being constrained extremely with several leather straps and duct tapes, along with ropes, and even a chain that is locked by a twist-about lock. All of these things to constrain Tetsuya, but his mouth is left untaped, yet his neck constrained, so he may not perform many movements, basically by now, his feet are regenerated but not his strength completely. His entire body save for his head, strapped by all of those.

Sai on the other hand, was tied to a chair by his entire body as well 'cept his head, and duct taped to it, combined with some ropes, their Zanpakuto's were put on a locker outside the 50 square foot tiled marble room on some ramp that is next to some tracks, yet in between Sai, and Tetsuya, who were sitting next to each other yet separated by 5 feet, was a table with all kinds of torture brainwashing tools, including drugs, a rubber duck, and an inflated balloon along with a water bottle... with water. Both of them would be unable to break free without help, and Byron fully intends to torture them. Also, Tetsuya's and Sai's tongues are pulled out to the fullest length, with two sticks tied to it by five rubber bands, so their tongues can't go back into their mouth, most definitely giving them a very horrible lisp and mispronunciation, kinda like daffy duck from Looney Tunes were they to speak. Also having taken extra precautions, Byron inspected Tetsuya and Sai for any hidden tools they might have, and taken away anything to break them loose, not like Tetsuya will at any time given how much constrains he is on.

Of course, against a wall was a TV on a wooden stand opposite of the prisoners, with all Disney animated classics put on top of the VCR that's on top of the TV. Byron rubbing his hands against each other sinisterly as he would stand in front of the Shinigami duo, separated by a bit of space but shaded by a lack of light, as there was a single light on top of Sai and Tetsuya in this rather reclusive and underground room in Karakura town's subway station, pretty much hidden from view. No interference, and a load of torturous fun. The shade did offer a rather savvy appearance for Byron, making him look sinister, and mysterious. And Byron himself was in his mufti, no longer wearing the monkey suit or the Shinigami disguise, having left it in his house and hid the Zanpakuto's taken from Alex and the Kido guns from 12th Division in a super secret location which isn't his house, henceforth cannot be found without Byron's guide. Instead, he was wearing his normal attire he most often wears, and that Kevlar vest. Whilst Tetsuya and Sai were clothed in only a pair of jeans, to preserve some modesty but leave them vulnerable to the dampiness of the room provided by Byron's gas. Well, it was foggy anyways in the room save for the light, it cleared some of it, but it had that reddish tint to it all over the place, and made it look like some Japanese horror movie.

"Well well, fanny bandit, and metrosexual, how do ya fancy my real noice palace? To sum it up, I am going to brutally bang yer mind up, torture you without even laying a finger on you, and you will be... erm... tortured, right. So be prepared to be... TORTURED! This is brought to you by Gatorade. Anyways, any questions?" Byron asked the both of them, as he turns around to plug the TV's cord into the plug, along with the VCR's plug, preparing it for his evil torture before standing up, turning around once more to look at the two prisoners. Turning the TV and VCR on as they were unhampered by the moistness of the room.

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As Sai wondered why he was in a chair he looked and saw monkey man. He was so confused as to what was going on and he had a couple of questions. As he began to speak the man cut him off "Well well, fanny bandit, and metrosexual, how do ya fancy my real noice palace? To sum it up, I am going to brutally bang yer mind up, torture you without even laying a finger on you, and you will be... erm... tortured, right. So be prepared to be... TORTURED! This is brought to you by Gatorade. Anyways, any questions?" Sai looked at this man in disbelief and said to him. "What the fuck are you talking about?. Me an ass bandit? Your the one who is holding 2 men hostage in your house. Now i demand to be set free and i want some answers on why we are here."

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Tetsuya's body laid there, heavily strapped to the operating surgical metal table. The male himself still unconscious. His vision nothing more than a blur as his consciousness started gradually returning. There were no dreams or anything. Only the darkness of sleep. He had absolutely no idea what had happened. He knew that Sai went towards the realm of the living for some reason, stepping out through the Senkaimon. But everything after that was nothing more than a blank void. Something happened to him. But the hell the traumatic experience was, he didn't remember. What a pain. His whole body was feeling stiff and constricted. Attempting groaning, the male Captain finally tried opening his eyes for real. He tried getting up. But nothing happened. At first he thought it was but simple weakness. Then reality struck. Even by using more strength he couldn't get up. And all of his voices were nothing more than slurred echoes. His tongue also constrained in an unnatural position. His eyes opened in a haste, now taking a careful look at his dreadful situation.

His instincts were warning him of everything at that moment. A drop of cold sweat dropping through his forehead. But the male shut his eyes for a couple of seconds, calming himself down. In an instant, his personality going through a shift. Rather than his usually irritable and easy to provoke self. He was trying to take it in a calm and cold way. His eyes now slowly scanning over the room like miniature surveillance cameras. The room was sort of boring, mostly made out of marble. It was fairly large too. His eyes turned to the left, now glaring at Sai. He was binded to a chair much like he was to the table. Yet, he noticed that their constraints were of a whole other level. He could only make very little movements. His toes and eyes, everything else was tightly shut. In between them, a table filled with. Whatever that equipment was for. He didn't want to think about it yet. Right next to the wall... Maybe a television. He couldn't see there properly yet. The fog and the absence of light, apart from the one hanging above of him clouding his vision. His best guess was that the mental ward escapee, or potential candidate for going into one, had kidnapped the two of them at some point somehow. And his guess was right, his eyes having not met a familiar silhouette.

Now it was the time for his ears to act. The man now calling out to them. Fanny bandit and a metrosexual? He wondered why the mysterious being called them that. Perhaps to annoy them. Or maybe he actually had a legit reason? Some men can be very judgmental and easily misguided after all. His strapped tongue moving around, Tetsuya could barely touch below his lower lip with it. A five o'clock shadow having grown over the time he spent being healed, dragged around, and kidnapped. The word torture came up. It's quite obvious that the Captain wasn't amused. Especially by the way how the male tried advertising Gatorade to the readers of this thread. Seriously, is the company sponsoring Dandy or something? The response of Sai also making him slightly sweatdrop. He was only provoking their mysterious captor. The hell are you doing... Just keep your calm and keep your mouth shut, he thought to himself in irritation. An uncaring "Hmph" being the best he had to say. That is, until curiosity got the better of him. "What was that about Gatorade?" his voice calm and clear, almost serene. Unfitting of the situation.

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(Shouldn't the both of you be speaking in a lisp?)

Byron simply stared at Sai, scratching his hatted head as he was wondering what the Hell the Shinigami was yammering on about, considering that Sai is sprouting on a bunch of nonsense. Afterwards Byron scratched his stubbly chin, and then his cheeks, and then his armpits before shaking his head suddenly. NO, he was not going to adopt the ways of the beast, he is man, and man does not do beasts, well, monkeys are men too, BUT NONETHELESS, it is all a matter of principles. His sunglass shaded eyes looked at the stupid Shinigami before shaking his head in denial at the man's statement which was accompanied by an extreme lisp.

"You're the doctor dre that massaged your Captain's Johnny, faggot, like the Americans say, in fact, just bein' around you creeps me aahhht." Byron reasoned, initially it was had an inspiring effect of shutting the ass bandit up in Byron's eyes, satisfied perfectly with himself as he felt pride swell up in his mighty New Zealander chest that makes a lion shy and overcompensate were it to see Byron. Besides, Byron spoke with an unusual accent and words that make no sense in Japanese, a mix of Romaji and Japanese. But he opened up his hand to reveal his palm, and briefly backsmacked Sai to the face for his insolence, after walking up to Sai and going back to standing near the TV and thusly, the door. Leaving a mark of red on Sai's face in the shape of a hand on the back side, it didn't knock the fastening thingies on the tongue off though.

Then his eyes shifted it's gaze over vilely at the stubbly white haired Captain, to which now Byron produced a more favorable smile, endearing and pleasant, aye, it was to the metrosexual turned male man, no longer was he a metro for the stubble symbolized manhood.

"Well, Eff Wy Ayy (FYI), this company Gatorade, a HUMAN company which ISN'T Shinigami, happens to pay me every lemon and lime I say that." Byron explained with butterscotch poisonous tone (means he said it really mean-like), well, maybe he still didn't see Tetsuya in a positive light, scratch that, definitely, "Okay, I answered you a few sandwiches short of a picnic questions, like me young teachers say, there ain't nah such thin's as a stupid questions, only batty and absolutely 'tarded people, so, I shall allow yoos a time for torture. Beware and wary be, be afraid, very afraid."

Stepping back, he takes out a tape of... *queue gasp* THE LITTLE MERMAID. The very aura of the tape contained every fathomable evil in the universe contained in one tiny object of insignificance. To the Shinigami, an ascending aura of purple darkness ascended from the tape as even the foggy interior of the room could not conceal the evilness present in such a tape such as this. Byron himself was shaking from holding such an evil object, beads of sweat rolling from him suddenly and constantly as an air of coldness appeared within the room, enough to give shivers, which was to say mild coldness at most.

Shaking heavily, Byron takes the tape out of it's covers, and exposes it to be nude, fitting the tape into the VCR already linked to the TV as it would soon play the tape. Byron quickly opens the door to the room's exit, opens it up and closes it behind himself as he ran off from the place after passing the threshold, and onwards to some Subway platform to which he would go back home, all safe and cozy, after a bit of train dodging, that he would spend time there and left the two for two days in that room, with the Little Mermaid playing in constant loops.

It begins....

Tape: "Squak squak ERF!"

And so, the tape played the movie with the starting of some dolphins jumping around, whenever the credit rolled, it played again, and it kept going in an eternal cycle... until someone actually turned the motion picture TV off. With no way out of this Hellhole, that even Kido is prevented by the lisp makers with the tongue, which would eventually give a permanently temporary lisp to Tetsuya and Sai, which would typically last for a day at least were the fastening removed.

-2 days later-

After 2 days of the Little Mermaid playing constantly, the dubbed edition anyways, it began to be played so much, that taking it away from whoever watched it for TWO days would be seen as act of benevolent mercy... though...

Byron spent these two days watching TV, going out, banging a few chicks, when it implies banging, it means he is riddling them with bullet holes, and not the sticky sort, and distracting himself with little fun that ultimately drifted him away from his hunt. Also there was that scandal involving a 14 year old girl a day ago involving a rubber duck and Byron, but it went off after a while. It was just his day off despite his passion, it was like a vacation for him, even hunters of humans need time off before they can continue the hunt, but whilst Byron was in walking around on the street sidewalk amidst the crowds, a sudden spark of thought hit him.

"What am I exactly missin' here? It had ta do somethin' with buttin' in, but who always butt in everywhere in Soccer? SHINGUARDS, they often deflect soccer balls, manipulate them and move'em around, so what often is related ta butting in and manipulating things? Shinguards... Shinguam.... SHINIGAMI! But what does Shinigami have to do with this? Hrm... it has to do with them having a special relationship with monks... monks... ones who pray to an afterlife which is going to this other dimension... and monks are human, but who are the genetic ancestors of humans...? MONKEYS! And I remember having went around in a monkey suit, and monkey suit is synonymous with... METROSEXUALS! AHA! I remember now, I brought in a metrosexual and an ass bandit, but where I leave them? Hrm... faggots are always known to stick their Johnnies where the sun don't shine... and where else doesn't the sun shine and goes under like an asshole? A SUBWAY! AHA! Now I remember!" Thought Byron, accents changing somehow in his thought monologues which are in fact in English, otherwise if they were in Japanese, they'd make no sense whatsoever.

Upon his conclusion, knowing this to be true, Byron punched a police officer in the face that was actually in front of the vampire as he suddenly ran up to a motorcycle with a man mounting it, grabs him, throws him to the ground, gets on the vacant then occupied motorcycle and pulls on the acceleration pedal, speeds away and goes down a flight of stairs after dodging all potential hazards on the road including coppers, running over a couple of people with the Harley Davidson as he would speed off from the pursuers, and suddenly would go over some obstacles by using some old man as a ramp for his bike, and goes to the subway platform on the bike where he finds himself chased by a Subway train. It was catching up to the Harley, so he jumps off of the Harley, and incidentally lands on the platform apart from the track, the Harley itself was hit by the train as the Harley itself was flattened and the train itself de-railed because of what was on the tracks. The train started swirving after getting a good couple of feet away from the location upon Byron is on, and goes off the track and collides against another train, which leads to it being sprung inwards and each train car going in a snaky zig zag pattern upon the crash. Basically causing £13 million worth of damage to the Subway, outright deaths of 16 passengers, and injuring 40 of them, most fatally, and only 3 minor ones, causing outright panic and pretty much destruction, but even he didn't know why the Hell he did that, it just felt like he had to do it, like an inner beast wanting to come out known as being a dare devil in such antics.

To which, Byron stands up from his stomach down position, and dusts himself off as he fixes his Akubra hat, stretching as he smirks to look cool... to apparently nobody, apart from the extremely injured passengers. Apparently he had luckily landed on the platform that housed the secretive room to which nobody really goes to in this dark part of the Subway, and somehow Byron can see in such dim conditions despite having sunglasses, which really gives off a clue that he indeed is an enhanced human. But still, the Bounto was amazed at how he survived all of that reckless endeavor without actually losing a limb... or... *GASP* his sunglasses, which he wears, even when he sleeps, henceforth why he always sleeps face up.

"BOOYAH! I gotta try that again, this feels like a cherry goes pop pop pop the first time around. Now time to go check on those two."

Upon entering, Byron finds himself in a credit roll where the movie ended... for the FIFTIETH TIME. There was a degree of red fog coming out of the room as he stepped inside, presses on the power switch of the TV but it turned out it wasn't working, so Byron pulls the cord from the plug facet. Turning the TV off. Turning around to face them as walked first over to Tetsuya, taking several minutes to open up all of a malnourished Tetsuya's locks for his straps, until all were off, unlocking the fasteners and all that until the man was free and pretty much healed up, but probably really thirsty and by then, had grown a full beard in such a short span of time. Taking a step back from Tetsuya as he gave off a smile to the now fully manly metrosexual. The TV having went past the whole fog limiting view restriction by piercing through the obscurity with the light provided from it as it would show the entire video clearly so.

"So kiddies, FRET NOT, I have come ta save yoos from this boobtube, I had a change of heart and decided ta uncharacteristically be your saviour from a doom that would otherwise consume the bloody fibers of your soul... and stuff. So say yoos guys want to join me in doin' thin's, would you want to also act bloody uncharacteristically and do that too? " Byron offered like a manly man, only pansies and pussies would refuse such offers, and decides that it's best to do something later about Sai's strapping, maybe bring the boy by dragging the chair along, duct tapes are awfully hard to cut without scissors.

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His eyes scanned the room in worry. The message about Gatorade, and the statements about torture throwing him off. Trying to anticipate what was in store for the two of them. Perhaps enduring severe punishment from the frightening equipment. Little did he know it would something much, much more evil. Byron reaching out for a tape. One with an unmistakable evil aura around of it. This horror being the vile creation of. Wait for it. The Japanese dub of The Little Mermaid. A Disney classic meant for children to enjoy. Entirely dubbed in Japanese. Tetsu could clearly see the aura of darkness spreading in the room. Yet he didn't know what kind of vile horrors the tape would contain. Nothing could prepare him for the events to come. His head was pointed straight for the TV. Whatever the movie could be, he wouldn't have any chances to look away from it. His anticipation getting worse by the moment. Yet kept completely under the wraps, apart from a drop of cold sweat running through his forehead. Tensing his whole body up as the moment began drawing close.

The television was turned on. Blurred up static filling the screen and echoing in the room. The aura of evilness piercing the VHS player. Byron was long gone. Away from the room, off to his own devices. This gave the young Captain a very bad feeling. A different light now coming through the set. Lighting up the whole room. The title came as a shock and surprise. "The Little Mermaid" all written in Japanese kanji. Being a shinigami and all, Tetsuya could easily read it. Understanding every word. Yet the music. Oh god the music. The childish music starting to ring through his ears. Echoing a silly tone and warning his brains. But. Wait a sec. Something was off. This is considered torture? A few minutes passed. He was still holding out. But then the speaking started. The Japanese language spoken by the ones living in the sea. The singing that began soon after. It really bugged him the wrong way. It was so forced, and tried to make as childish as possible. Wait what. The king of the undersea kingdom. His voice was so godly and overpowering. His ear-drums felt like blowing out.

Just like so. The longest one and a half hour in Tetsuya's life had passed. He managed to watch the entire film and credits through once for the sake of the plot, without any involuntarily body reactions. He could now see why kids liked the original English version. It was a fairly amusing look, if you were still a child. But he was frustrated. He didn't like films like these. They held no depth for him. And oh god do not mention the horrible voice acting. This was a nice way of trolling someone. A film critic would rage after such torment for sure. Sighing once, he prepared for silence. Only to suffer a slight shock. The movie started playing. Again. Alright then... Perhaps this was the eccentric one's idea of torture? It sure was. Unique. Time passed. The man kept watching. At times he tried closing his eyes and having a rest. But the voice was on too loud. The songs coming with such an absurd Japanese tone rubbing his ear off the wrong way. But he could handle it. He wouldn't fall into a state of blind rage or depression from so little. But as the second time passed the man realized something with a yawn. The movie was looping... This would get troublesome.

How to deal with such a situation. A memory coming to mind. It was some decades ago. The time when Tetsuya was still serving as a Lieutenant of a certain squad. Still defending Seireitei from intruders and hunting down dangerous criminals and such. Yet he always had more time for training. His memory relating to the day he learned his bankai. The training in particular. Unlike most others, he didn't have to fight against his Zanpakutou spirit. In fact, he now knew for a fact that his Zanpakutou didn't take upon any forms other than the illusions of his subconsciousness. His training was awfully simple. The moment he manifested the spirit in the real world. He was surrounded by nothingness. Only darkness surrounding him. He couldn't escape. He couldn't see what there was, for there was nothing. He couldn't hear anything, apart from his own voice. There, his conscious mind spent a hundred years. Dropping him hints at understanding his weapon at himself. The test was to endure a hundred years of complete solitude without losing one's inner path and sanity. In order to learn what he truly was. A test he succeeded through his own personal determination. The man closed his eyes and focused. During this test, which went on for two days in the real world, he had learned how to isolate himself from the world around of him. Now locking himself inside of his own personal little world for the time being.

~Two days later~

Unfamiliar sounds could be heard. The darkness in his mind disappearing once more. The door was opened, their captor now returning to the room once more. Tetsuya left out a very loud yawn before opening his eyes. While he could isolate his direct consciousness, he could still hear the songs over and over again. Having now memorized certain lyrics much to his own annoyance. The movie was finally turned off, his own restrictions now released. Still yawning, he stood up slowly. His whole body was feeling heavy, due to being completely still for two days. His hands now going to stroke at his beard. In the time of only two days, it had already grown to a decent shape and size. Very surprising for someone of mostly Japanese heritage. He took a very pissed off look towards the man. Yet he did no violence. Sighing deeply, before standing up straight. "The hell you got in your mind? I should punch you in the face or something, but I don't even feel like doing that anymore", his voice was full of irritation and grumpiness, yet showed no more signs of violence.

He took a look around. The same mist was still there. Shaking his head a little to clear his mind. This man was a danger to his organization. His motives completely unclear. Yet this situation too was dangerous. His disadvantage unbelievable. Luckily, it seemed like the captor wanted no more harm. A chance to figure out why he did what he did and get his stuff back. Oh yes. Where the hell was his Zanpakuto? "Oi. If we're gonna talk shit over. Give me my sword back. I need to get shaved", his way of speech rather informal and full of swears, very different from the usual Japanese mannerisms. He was obviously a man of direct action and roughness. His outlook almost disrespectful, yet not giving off that rebel image. He was just brooding. Most likely an amusing sight to the New Zealander who had called him a metrosexual earlier. He turned his head around, looking at Sai. The one who was still strapped. Yet he said nothing. His gracious host still wanted to do something with him. For now it was best to just shut up and comply.

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As the Lieutenant scanned the room with those shiny eyes of his he listened to Tetsuya about the gatorade and do his captor about the torture. This made the Lieutenant feel very uneasy about his current position and what would happen to him. Was he going to be brainwashed, was he going to be killed? Or was this torture just from the hell of it. The lieutenant began to wonder what was going on in the soul society and began to question if he made a good decision coming to Karakura to handle his problems with this man. As Sai pondered some more then thought in his head came up. "Was this man an arrancar? Was he a rogue shinigami? Was he a bounto or a superhuman? Only the mystery man could answer those questions and Sai would be the one to ask. As Sai began to open his mouth to speak he was cut off by the sound of a tv coming on. It was just static and buzzing at first then it was a calm black color. Soon after the man began to put a tape in, this tape looked to be something that humans called the little mermaid. Sai was not known to know any Japanese and this was really a drag for him. The tape began to play and Sai began to get angry, this noise that people called "talking" in Japanese was rather annoying and had no clue how people could do it. All Sai was hearing is something that seemed to be a song. Some thing like "オーストラリア出身のDA海。オーストラリア出身のDA海" Sai noticed that at the bottom of the screen there was some words and they read "UNDA DA SEA. UNDA DA SEA". Sai was trying to figure out why a Jamaican crab was singing a song like that to a mermaid nor did he want to know. Sai fell into a trance from watching the movie. After about a day Sai's eyes were still wide open and a trickle of blood fell from his left eye down into all the sweat on his face and it just looked of a bright red color by the time it met his chin. Sai was rather astonished and had no other movement left in his body. This is where the magic came in at, Sai began to sleep with his eyes open. He was well aware of his surroundings because of the light sleep he was in and he was still watching the little mermaid.

1 day later.

About a day later Sai was well aware of his well being and was rather hypnotized and was lost in the space of his head. As he noticed his captor came back he said something and Sais reply was "Well. What do you have in mind? As Sai said that he began to phase through the duck tape and rope. He had forgotten he was a shinigami for some time and he was able to do things like that which was a great benefit in some situations. Now standing Sai stretched his muscles and began to ask. "Can i be my zanpatou back if we are going to talk business" Upon saying this Sai let out a silver type color of reiatsu spur around him like his aura or some sort. Now that the tv was off and him and Tetsuya were free Sai was ready to handle business and get his shit started.

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(OOC: Sai, it was TWO DAYS, not one, but I'll treat you as if you went through it in two.)

Now now, both of them are ready, well, maybe not ready. Byron has no fucking clue what he is doing anyways, he just wants to sound smart by appearing to have a plan he never planned to begin with. Quickly thinking... AHEM, QUICKLY THINKING, Byron shook his head as thoughts flowed through, stepped back, as he let his mass push back the door, briefly strafing to open up the lockers as he passed the threshold marked as exit, and opened up the lockers he didn't even bother locking. Screams of agony and despair filled his ears as he almost smiled. ALMOST. He palm #1 at Tetsuya's Zanpakuto, and his right palm, palm #2, at Sai's Zanpakuto, and in a sudden angst, he steps to his right as he earlier stepped left strafing to meet his locker, now seeing through the open door, and thrown it to the floor to embed them there... but that didn't really work. Not to mention the aura that came out from Sai was diluted if not absolutely shrunk by the evil aura of the evil tape still present in this room as they speak.

Basically he just thrown the blades unto the marble floor that bounced around and almost whacked Tetsuya, but not Sai, due to just trying to act spiffy and cool, both Zanpakuto's now on the floor after just TWO BOUNCES. But looking at the Kapitan, the man certainly no longer looks like a metrosexual but more like a hobo. But during his freetime earlier, Byron was smart enough to make up a plan that DIDN'T involve them, but now thinks about it, perfectly involves that beardless Shinigami, so therefore, to act smart, Byron noted that he had a roll of a paper in his pocket earlier that he could've given it to the Shinigami, since he IS brainwashed after all. Back in the Korean wars, a lack of abuse says that you are a nice bloke, which brings up the whole nasty Swede Stockholm Syndrome into mind. That metrosexual shows the most changes, from a metrosexual, he turned into a swearing topsy turvy hobo, which looks like he came out of 'Nam or some other war, or maybe he just wants to get drunk and forget whatever happened in this dastardly room.

"Alright then, seems I got a job for the both of you, job for the pipsqueak ass bandit involves him deliverin' a MESSAGE ta his leader, and then callin' me later on a mobile phone, as for the job for the hobo... it involves me teaching him ta adopt the ways of the HUMANS, as he will gain a new found appreciation of human culture, and try to integrate with us, stop violence, and become a man of the humans or whatever the plot of Pocahuntus by Disney involved. Also, I reckon we better get the fuck out of here, the cops might come along soon enough... because I kinda caused twenty million Euros worth of damage in Japan, and I have nah idea how much that'd be in Yen, but probably not something I have. So hobo, follow me, and take up your sword, and yoos there, Munty, take up yours and get your clothing and go back to your mastah, and maybe later we tinnie have a smoke o' Jeffrey. For now, we shall talk elsewhere besides this DUMP! Oh yeah, ass bandito, my phone number is in the red roll." Byron says suavely in his foreigner's Japanese.

As so, Byron gestures for the Hobo to follow, pulls out a roll of TWO letters not written by him but by another, and is covered not in Byron's prints but of an ineligible one, most likely one who has no finger prints, giving it was done by holding it by palm and excluding his fingers to leave no evidences or any traces, the only traces is a Hollow scent to it from their pheromones gathered through very unhealthy and odd means, one roll of paper is his phone number for his mobile which is in the red paper roll, and the other the message, which is in the white, handing it over to Sai by placing them on his palms from his own palms that clutched them, in their first steps towards friendship, or something just as cheesy. Turning around, running out the door, jumping below the platform, and running along the now-fully trainless tracks due to the accident that happened earlier, running to the nearest Subway pick up platform, avoiding the cops on there after climbing it, and now just walking along the streets with maybe the hobo (Tetsuya) close by.

[EXIT]

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So, their captor really did have a change of heart. Tetsuya didn't like the way how the unknown stranger treated their weapons. Despite being made out of such strong materials, Zanpakutou were delicate weapons on their own right. Swords and the like were things you should always take good care of. He knew, having years upon years of experience at smithing. Frowning a little distastefully, he dealt with it, and crouched down a little. Now picking up the sheathe and the sword inside of it, after the two bounces. What was this silly feeling he was getting. He felt no more animosity towards the very person who blew his freaking feet off. Stockholm Syndrome. Shaking his head, he thought that he would get his just desserts later. For now, it would be best to hear what this creepy rider had in mind for them.

Yet, he ended up ignoring the vast majority of his words. Rather focusing on his own itchy chin and the beginning of a mustache. He took a careful look towards the. Erm. Australian, or New Zealandian? Trying to show his next actions meant no offense. He sighed. He didn't really care anymore either way. "Forge, Souzou No Kensei", he called, a silver light surrounding him for a short moment. A single kodachi in hand, five other swords strapped around of him. The blade began shaking, making voices similar to a razor. The young Captain swiping the sword once over his face, without once touching his own skin. His beard was mostly shaved off, apart from small sideburns he left. His mustache disappearing entirely. He then sheathed the kodachi too, now carrying the six sword with him. That was the release of his Zanpakutou. Nothing much more than his valued collection of swords.

The man groaned, his face brought to his face one more. As usual, he was facepalming in an attempt to control his frustration. Much to no avail. "The hell do you want with us anyways? No. Who the hell are you? I'll follow you... Just do some goddamn explaining while we're at it", he mumbled in an irritated tone afterwards, following after his former captor. Seriously. For the damages the guy did, as the leader of the 9th Division, he should try killing the guy even if it kills himself. But that was nothing more than duty. A duty he didn't even like very much. Now following in his steps. He was curious as well. To figure out the meaning behind all of this. Either everything was planned. Or this guy was constantly running on some crazy indy ploys to mess with the world.

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OOC: No type of inspiration

Sai felt itchy, but nodded and took the rolls of papers and smudged it with HIS own finger prints.
Sai then decided to follow himself out of the door, instead of the nutty New Zealander.
Sai also took his sword and his uniform, and sheathed his swords after he picked them up with his hands.
Sai afterwards left and saw a train wreckage out at the tracks, and shivered at seeing how many souls are out there.
Sai thought how this guy was a monster, but also thought it was hilarious and felt some respect for the sunglassed guy's antics. So Sai left the place and went top side.

Exit.

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As everyone left the room, life sprung from the TV as a sinister aura floods the room once more... but this time, the TV would show a circular ring within the screen, with dozens of red orbs flickering to life. Water of black putrid essence flooding out of the unplugged electronic equipment's screen, arms emerging out of the TV as they set to grab whatever edge there is around to help pull themselves out. They were naked human-like arms, with a fish-like texture to them.

And out of the TV-screen emerged an evil so great, that even Hollows shy away... they were creations of Disney.

"URF URF BARF!" A dolphin squealed, as the characters of the Little Mermaid movie flooded out of the TV by the dozens. Perhaps this is a prelude to a disaster? It was made certain as a girl of black hair and a corpse-like appearance was devoured by these creatures of pure and utter evil, the original inhabitant of the TV meaning to get out before these horrors. True monsters in their own rights unleashed upon the world to spread mischief, havoc and all round carnage under mysterious circumstances.