Falling So Slow -Private, Light, Ulqui-

As if it hadn't been enough of a depressing day, it had begun raining to further bring on his glum mood. Sure the day prior he had run into another visored, even let himself have fun in a good sparring (which might have possibly gone too far, but that wasn't important). Even still had had gone home and spent the night mourning over his latest lost girlfriend as well as his broken headphones. He didn't let go of things easily, that much was clear. Thinking a walk could clear his head, Roro set out early in the morning, wandering across town as he began to survey damages that he stumbled upon. He hadn't been paying attention to the news but he had felt it before. Now things seemed a little calmer and he took the chance to investigate, not thinking shinigami would be around. He wasn't ready to go back yet.

Much to his misfortune he had reached the peak of his travels when small rain droplets to fall, slowly at first but then there had been a steady downpour, a downpour he was stuck in the middle of. He made a mad dash for the nearest bus stop, but even that hadn't freed him from the fate of getting soaked. Now he was ringing out his black beanie, looking down at the damp, wrinkled hat with distaste. A lot of good it was going to do him now. Even still he put it back on, covering up his wet, pink hair except for that long enough to peak out from under it.

He was about to sit down but was stopped short when he heard a scream. He looked up instantly, eyes scanning the street ahead of him. He didn't see anything at first but he could tell where it was coming from. No longer that concerned about the rain, the visored darted out from the glass cover of the bus stop, running full speed in the direction a hollow screech was now echoing from. Just as he turned the corner a man flew past him, obviously taking a hit from the large hollow that presented itself with another loud roar. Looking back over his shoulder Roro saw the man wasn't moving at first and grit his teeth, turning a yellow eyes glared toward the hollow. With a seat he had within the metal holder on his glove, Roro released himself from the gigai that bound him. The lifeless Gigai fell to the street, getting even more soaked as it feel right into a puddle, something that made the pink haired man give a bitter face. His jacket was going to be ruined.

Either way the hollow giving another annoying screech got his attention once again. Roro reached to his side, unsheathing his wakizashi with a rather angry looking face. He ran forward, in which case the hollow made a move backward. Roro had expected as much and the next time his foot hit the ground, he launched himself forward in a shunpo, appearing before it at eye level. with a quick move, he brought his hand down, slicing right down the center of the bone white mask the hollow wore. Almost immediately the hollow began to fade into black ash, crying out once more before it was gone completely.

Roro landed with a splash, returning Mizki to her place at his side. that was when he turned to the man from before again. He turned, giving him a look over, noting he was still in the same place. The visored turned, walking to his gigai first which he picked up form its sprawled out position on the ground, moving it to a bench. It didn't need to get any dirtier. That done he made his trip to the man, topping at the edge of the side walk. That was quite the weapon the man had. Roro could tell he was human though. That was interesting.

"You alright?" he asked, not moving from his spot. He stayed standing, slightly slouched forward with his hands at his hips. Even if he wasn't in a foul of a mood anymore but his voice didn't give that away really, still slightly bitter sounding, though it was more from his onset of depression over having his heart broken again. He offered a hand to the man then realized...he couldn't see him. He had a blindfold over his eyes. He really was an interesting one to look at... Even still, Roro kept his hand extended. The man must have had some way to sense thing so surely he could sense that little offer.

With the man now standing, Roro took his hand back, making sure he was stable before letting it fall to his side. It didn't surprise him that he could 'feel' his hand out the way he did. there was no way the man could fight with that big scythe if he didn't have some way to tell how his opponent was moving. Senses tended to be stronger when one was nonexistent. "Ah, there's no need to thank me" he said, sounding as though he really didn't care all that much. even if he wasn't directly in contact with the soul society then, it was still his job to kill off troublesome hollows. Not to mention it might have just slightly helped his mood just a little bit in the form of stress relief. "I take it you rely on sound a lot. Thats quite the problem when its raining like this" he murmured as if trying to give the man some excuse for himself. It wasn't really needed. the hollow hadn't proved to be much trouble.

Roro hadn't planned on sticking around that long. His gigai was still in the process of getting soaked, as he was now outside of it too. Not to mention he wasn't one for being overly social. Something caught his interest though just as he had started to make that move to turn away. God wasn't letting him down? He had 'seen' all of this before and knew what would happen? Roro had stopped immediately, arching his brow with skepticism . What was this guy talking about? And then he had the knowledge of what he was without having to see the shinigami for himself, able to pick out what he was based on his other senses alone. Clearly there was something about this guy.

"Roro.." he spoke plainly, not giving any indication of what the word meant, just expecting it to be taken as his name. He shifted his weight on his knees, giving the man another once over. "Thats quite a weapon for a human...Ty.." he commented, trying out the name he had been given at the same time. He was indirectly asking for some kind of explanation. Humans didn't walk around with scythes and go around fighting hollows. Normal humans wouldn't have been able to see him let alone know right away what he was. With so many happenings in the last few hours it was hard to just walk away from something so odd to him.

OOC: Sorry I drew Blank Dx

Roro really wasn't sure how to take the quick story behind the male's weapon. Honestly nothing would be surprising at this point. It was a blind human fighting hollows with and impressively sized scythe. Nothing was very believable about any of it. Why couldn't it get a little bit stranger?

"I wouldn't sorry too much about my body. Its not going to be the one of us thats gets sick out in weather like this" he looked back over his shoulder, eyeing his flopped over gigai that looked like it was fast asleep like some drenched bum. At least in was in a back street. No one he ever knew was going to see it in such a state, then walk up to it and find it lifeless. That would be troublesome. Though something else troublesome came up. What was he doing here? Roro made a bit of a face, looking back to the male he had helped. "I've been doing a bit of training here in the human world" He answered. It wasn't a lie. That was how he was spending a majority of the time. He just didn't find it necessary to include how he was...temporarily cut off from the soul society.

"Hell?" That caught his attention. What would beings from hell do out in the human world. How would they even get out there? He arched his brow making a confused look which the man wouldn't even be able to see but that didn't seem to stop the visored. Maybe being cut off wasn't the best thing now. Had something happened with Hell since he had gone? "I haven't seen any..." Not that he had known to be on the look out before now.

As he said those last words he noticed how Ty seemed to be taking in what fraction of the world he was capable of. Roro saw the sad look his features took and it wasn't hard to understand what could possibly be bothering him. It was only confirmed with the question he had asked. Roro looked around the street. It was rather gloomy looking, rain pouring down from the dark skies and falling into growing puddles that eventually dragged dirty water down to the drains. The man didn't have to know it wasn't a lovely sight to behold though. "It's very nice" he said in his same, monotone voice. It would seem impossible to sense the deception in the unchanging tone. "Though staying out here much longer wouldn't be good for either of us" he added in, sure that a human body was more at risk for illness than his own, even if it was as odd a human as this one.