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[Log][Ongoing][Rangiku and Sands]

When: Day after truth Day, afternoon
Rating: PG-13 for language
Characters: Matsumoto Rangiku (

10thdiv_haineko) and Agent Sands (

blind_shot)
Summary: Ran and Sands have a talk

It isn’t difficult for Ran to find where he lives. After all, he’s not the only one that’s skilled at snooping. The rooftops fly under her feet as she skims along them, intent on her destination. With a smile, she drops down to the front of the building and pokes her head in the door, eyes scanning the room.

Blue eyes settle on him, but she doesn’t move any closer, just watching for a moment. Finally, she slides into the lobby and strides over to him. “So, do you plan on running out on me this time?”

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Sands leans against the wall with a newspaper in his hand and sunglasses on. This is how he's decided to fit in despite the fact almost everyone knows he has no eyes.
For the record he is dressed accordingly. Not knowing where she's going to lead him he decided to be a touch less assholish and throw on something decent. Besides, Jan did all his laundry so why not?
He has on a black button down shirt and pants and looks quite spiffy. Not looking like total white trash for this is his way of saying sorry for leaving in a huff the night before.

When she speaks his finger twitches a little and he frowns. This is the equivalent of him being surprised. Sands was listening but didn't hear her approach at all. He doesn't like that.
"Only after I've eaten."

Reaching down to the thermos at his feet he hands it over.
"Special hangover remedy. Passed down from my alcoholic grandfather."

She can't help but chuckle at his answer. Her quick vision didn't miss the movement of his hand, but she decided it isn't a good idea to say anything about it. Instead, she gratefully wraps thin fingers around the thermos and slides it into a hidden pocket inside the slightly larger sleeves of her robes.

"Nice to know I'll have some company until then at least."

It obvious he's making an effort to be at least semi polite, so she walks closer to him, making sure to shuffle her feet as she goes. "You can relax. The only thing I have on me is Haineko... if it'll make you feel better, I'll let you carry her while we walk."

It's a stretch for her to offer, and she's sure he can probably hear the strain in her voice as she does so.

He hears it. And appreciates it as he revels in it. He would never offer to let her carry his gun. But his politeness only goes so far.

"Do what the nice officer tells you and take the position." He makes a circle with his finger motioning her to turn.
"Grab a wall and spread 'em, sweet cheeks."

He's not taking her word for the fact she's not packing more then her sword. And doesn't intend to pass up the offer to carry it there either. Unfortunately this is how he is with almost everyone. Not even Jack gets his absolute trust. Being with Sands is a constant flip flop between being treated like a retarded lackey and having him bestow compliments and good manners at seemingly random moments.
Sands actually works on a very complicated system of reward and punish.

Barking out a short laugh, she folds her arms over her chest and cocks her head to one side.

"You're telling a Death God to... 'spread 'em'? I haven't even see many Hollows with balls like that."

She admires his courage, but pride isn't an easy thing to let go of. Especially for a woman like her.

"So, let me guess. I get fondled and I have to pay for dinner. What's in this for me?"

"Hollow? Is that what I am?" He wears a tight smile trying to keep a full out grin off his face. Adjusting his huge balls he makes the turn around motion again.

"You get fondled. Pretend I'm Jack and we'll call it even. I'll even do the accent."
Sands is easily amused and can do this all day. He speaks in a perfect Jack Sparrow impression.
"Come now, luv. Give us a feel."

Still laughing a little, she slides her hand down Haineko's saya and pulls it free from the losely tied fabric around her waist. Slowly, she sets the sheathed blade on the top of her foot, out of immediate reach, but easily accessible in case she needs her.

Turning, she rests her hands against the wall, smirking as she murmurs, "you know, if I wanted Captain Sparrow to fondle me, I'd go ask him. I don't need to pretend anything."

His hand goes to the middle of her back. He pushes her forward and off balance as he kicks her feet apart. He's completely by the book for once and not rude about it. She's letting him do this and he knows it. The sword falls over and he bends to pick it up- keeping his hand on her back. Sands leans it against the back of her leg instead. Unarming her would probably give him trouble later- as much as he doesn't want her to have a weapon he feels like it's best to just let that go.
The rest of the search is done quick. He's completely professional despite his joking.
"I think I heard him weeping over the fact you weren't asking."

He picks up the sword again and backs up out of her personal space. Sands isn't sure he wants her to carry this thing to the restaurant.
"What's a Death God?"

Her hands clench on the wall for a brief instant before she relaxes them, allowing the brusque handling. Any other time, whoever was so forward would at least be on the floor, if not missing parts, but she didn't complain out loud.

When his hands move, she pushes away from the wall and brushes a hand down the front of her robes, then turns to face him. "Tis a shame... all he has to do is ask nicely."

Immediately, her gaze is pulled down to the blade in his hands.

"You didn't know you'd be dining with an angel of death tonight? My associates and I are from Seireitei, which is the governing city over Soul Society. Some might call Soul Society heaven, or hell, or even purgatory, but it's really just a large city departed souls go when they die. If they don't go, or the souls are corrupted somehow, we're dispatched to retrieve or purify them."

It seems like a simple explanation, but she's not sure if he'll take it at face value.

"Now, since I trusted you enough to allow you to manhandle me, do you trust me enough to allow me to carry my blade?"

I didn't plan on it, no." Sands gets the gist of what she's saying. It's so hard to tell when people here are something big or they are just crazy. Unknown to him- he is one of the most crazy people here.
"What about the dead here?"

He makes no move to give her the sword at first.
"I don't trust you at all."
He begrudgingly hands it over. She's the bigger meaner animal here. He can feel it. he takes the folded up white cane from his pocket. With a flick of his wrist it's straight at his side. He turns and starts walking slowly toward the door, holding it open for her.

"If you didn't trust me at all, you would've kept her."

She murmurs her gratitude and slides the sword back under her belt and passes through the door, pausing to wait for her companion. Once he's at her side, she cautiously places a hand on his arm and starts walking. "I still have a good deal of power here, but it isn't the level I'm used to. I can tell you who's dead here and who's not, but I can't release the souls from their bondage here."

She's used to the diminished feeling, but not the frustration of not being powerful enough to resolve a situation.

Sands mouths silently with his back turned to her- 'No I wouldn't'. He's a spiteful little prick. Giving back the sword was acknowledgment of her being more powerful and probably able to kill him just fine without it anyway.

The hand on his arm makes him nervous. But it's so much easier to be guided and listen for trouble (from her or anywhere else) then judging his direction from her voice and listening for danger at the same time.
Newly blind, Sands balance is not what it used to be. Though he adapted much faster then most people should he still tends to walk in zigzags as if he was drunk. The hand on his arm keeps him from doing that so he's thankful for it even though he'd rather not be touched.
"How else are you different from a human? Stronger? Faster? Can you suck my soul out or anything?"
This is how me makes conversation.

Ran chuckles as she walks. It's not often she has a chance to talk to a living human, unless you could a certain few individuals that break the barriers with their own unique gifts.

"If a soul is still attached to a body, I can't do much other than to sever the connection. I don't 'suck souls' or anything like that. Shinigami are much stronger and faster than living beings, but we've all been trained for battle, both with our blades and what you might consider 'spells' or 'magic'. Mostly, we're... guardians. We protect the Lower World from things like Hollows and the Arrancar."

Her voice drops away as a flash of memory surfaces at the mention of the Arrancar.

"It's inconvenient, us being here... it keeps us from doing our job."

"What's the lower world? And what are Hollows and the Arrancar?"
It's not that he doesn't pick up on her sadness. He just cares more about the answer to his question.

"I felt the same way. But then I decided I could do my job from here. And when I get out and if this isn't all some kind of mental health issue- then I'm looking at a seriously lofty position in my field. Try to look on my bright side of life. Like Monty Python."

"The Lower World is just that... where living humans live. Hollows are corrupt souls that devour living souls and cause all kinds of problems... we purify them and send them to Soul Society to live out the rest of their time. Arrancar... well. They're... difficult."

It isn't an easy subject for Rangiku to discuss.

"They're a mix of shinigami and Hollows, controled by the same traitors that threw my home into chaos. That gives them an advantage. The three traitors were Captain rank and knew enough about everything to cause major damage when they left."

She pauses a moment, turning a look on Sands. "It's odd, hearing you try and spout off positives... and who exactly is this... Monty Python?"

"You called me that once. Hallow. It was apt when I imaged what it meant but more so now. What's Soul Society? A cross between middle class summer camp and a work house?"

"So you got caught up in the losing side of Le Revolution. Are we there yet?"
Sands hears someone walking past his other side and purposely bumps them with his shoulder on the way past.
"Pardon."

"Monty Python is a group of learned philosophers who slap one another with fish. One of those things I'll miss seeing. Along with naked bodies, sunsets, and the look on a man's face when he catches fire."

She doesn't answer him for a moment, instead bowing her head to the person he'd bumped into before steering them through an open door and into the cafe that had some of the more decent food in the city. Before she lets him go, she makes sure the back of his knees are brushing against a chair so he knows where it's at, then moves to the other end of the table to settle herself.

She remains quiet for a moment, then smiles absently. "I think Shunsui would like that Monty Python. It sounds like something he'd enjoy." As per what their agreement, she removes Haineko and sets it on the table between them, making sure it was easily heard.

"And no, we weren't on the losing end, but we did suffer some misery after they left, but that's another story I'm not sharing. You'll find such sights as you mentioned don't change all that often."

He's cooperatave and says thank you as she ushers him into his chair. He loves having people do things for him. Sheldon is a little sad about the fact that he'll have to work with her and finding a way to communicate where things are instead of just going on like this.
His mouth runs up at the corner as she sets the sword down on the table. Don't mind us. Just two weird assassins on lunch. It never stopped amusing him the places you could be completely out in the open in. It was really the only thing he liked about Mexico. Though he did get a little too used to it at times...

"Clocks." He uses his pointer finger to make a circle. "When you need to tell me where something is use the clock method. For instance, 'Haineko is at 12:00'."
He listens for another example and hears a tray being piled with dishes from another table.
"Bus boy at three o clock. Savvy?"

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