[BSD-RP] Human World: Naruki City

[Shinigami]

Violent were the flames that spewed from the mouth of the hound, coiling upward, taking shape, separating into spiral of singular pyres that ignited independently from the native flame that was Kuro. He needed to be faster, more agile, he had to get there before more lives were lost. The winter wonderland was adorned by statue-like figurines, sculptures of the frozen souls laid to rest in the heart of Naruki City. Close inspection would reveal the trickling of water down the humans’ limbs who came close to Kuro’s warmth. His very presence caused them to thaw at an expeditious rate which still ran a steady course, freeing them from their icy prisons just moments after he’d passed them by. Vehicles, buildings, the very street itself- all of which fell under Kuro’s sun, turning to liquid when faced with the might of his smoldering core.
As his Reiatsu continued to peak and the path before him grew shorter, what he thought would be a task he could handle independently had transpired into a dangerous quest; a quartet of buildings surrounded a small street, each signature there becoming more prominent as his lackluster sensing ability was put to more use at this distance. If he could just make it around the corn-
BOOOOOM
The quartet of buildings is immediately leveled, several chunks of debris large enough to subdue a small crowd were sent flying in a multitude of directions. The whirring of pressure and the sounds of glass, concrete and metal being ravaged collided in the airways, drowning all else out for the briefest of moments. A roar follows, and it is in Kuro’s deductive nature to immediately identify it. A hollow? I would’ve felt it. An experiment gone wrong? I haven’t heard from the 12th division since my report, couldn’t be. And then there was the voice, loud and brazen while jolly at heart; there was joy in the havoc it caused.
“You’ve been a naughty little brat. I will stain these streets red with your blood, and ride victorious on a sleigh made of your bones!”
Santa? No deduction could have prepared him for this, and in the same breath where his confusion and disbelief came it had also left, his focus solely on ending the Saint’s tyrannical warpath. He hadn’t spotted Kuro, or at least it seemed, his reiatsu possibly getting lost in the torrent of energy surrounding this very spot. Then who was he talking t-
And then it catches him, the stature of the Shinigami responsible for the enemy’s anger; he undoubtedly roughed him up just a bit, but not nearly enough.
“Hngh!”
Not a single word planned to come out, but if there was, it couldn’t now. Teeth gritted against each other, biting against cheek and lip next, rivers of red flowing down the side of his mouth. His face would read anguish, pain, a frigid disposition on the entirety of his body language. Wh- what was this? His body felt as if his very blood was frozen. All-while he felt everything, and then he felt nothing. A numbness overcame him, the clashing of vibrant white light against the night sky ascending towards the darkened clouds of the heavens, an arrow’s launch following suit. If he could just exert even more of his spiritual pressure he could move, walk, attack, something. He could hardly think. The howling ensues, a spectral aura encapsulating the Saint, ghosts of the souls he’d spent eons devouring fueling his very existence in this moment. As he formulates a ball of energy within his hands, preparing its release, Kuro can only pray for its target.
"Yeah, this Santa Klaus guy we know is actually not really a living thing at all. He doesn't have the signature of a Hollow, Shinigami, Human, or a Quincy and he's been consuming souls as a treat just by judging from his energy! This thing is a Bount! and he's immortal!"
I- Immortal?? A bount?? the wheels began to turn, spinning against each other like cogs in a machine, fueling the shinigami’s upheaval. He was familiar with the bount creatures through study but haven’t encountered one himself, he had to tread carefully. When the pressure of the Saint’s blast subsided at the Teal-haired shinigami’s location, there was a window where Kuro could further exhaust his Reiatsu in a simple effort to keep up, and he succeeded, able to move again, feel the tingling of the nerves in his fingers once more. The heat of his own Reiryoku warmed him inside and out, coating his body in a thin protective layer of heat against the ferocious cold.
“ Raimei Yōshiki” (雷鳴様式 , Thunder Stance)”
hm? As kuro opted to step forward and welcome himself into the fight now free of the frigid bonds of the enemy, there was yelling accompanied by a blinding flash. The stranger Shinigami was its epicenter, a massive shockwave pulsed out in layers, sending Kuro a few feet backward as his sandals skid against the melting ice. Roaring thunder caused his eardrums to shake and rattle, a pain at the brink of his temples shaking his brain against his skull. This power... It was unbelievably strong, and for a moment was enough to cause him to question his purpose in this endeavor. It wasn’t until the clearing of the smoke that he understood it quite well. The man had seemingly released his blade, lightning coiling around his body in sporadic trails of condensed heat. His clothes had been completely incinerated on one side of his body, his tan skin blemished as he held his new weapon in hand. The area around him dispersed into crater-like form, showing no proof of prior occupation by anything other than the Shinigami man. That blast was enough to kill, no- to destroy any and everything in its path, but somehow this Shinigami had matched its destructive power with his own? Incredible, Tch. He was somewhat envious, but his pride couldn’t allow someone of this person’s caliber deal with things in his jurisdiction. If this was to happen, Kuro demanded he had a foot in. Now was the time to strike. His right hand caressed the auburn flesh of his zanpakuto’s hilt. The previously wild nature of his reiatsu now tame and controlled, the slightest of whispers rolling over his lips.

“Pour, Kaitomoshi”
Oddly enough, the blade remained in its sheath, an ominous black liquid secreting through the edges between the scabbard and the tsuba. From it came a deep steam, and heat that bordered boiling, both of which did not seem to faze young Kuro. A fluctuating increase in his own reiatsu could be felt just slightly, the release of his zanpakuto aiding in his ability to fight against the cold. While his right hand remained on the weapon’s hilt, his left hand rose to point two fingers towards the Saint, words once again bleeding through.
“Hikaji Ashikase!” (日火事足かせ; Lit. Sunfire Shackles)
“Hainawa!”
Intentional or not, the pair were working in tandem. As the binding rope came from the stranger’s hand in an attempt to ensnare and restrict the newly-revealed bount, Coils of a fire composition wrapped themselves around jolly nick, appearing seamlessly from each direction around him pulling his arms to his side and even trailing down the side of his thighs and legs. A successful landing of the bakudo would have the saint drop his dangerous bag before the stranger’s Hainawa finished its travel time. If Klaus had been a bit larger, or if there was more than just him to deal with, the full incantation would possibly be needed. Even still, the oppressive display of the Saint’s spiritual pressure was enough to confirm that he had the ability to possibly break out of both spells with the proper outlet, but even that would make the Saint’s favorite night more difficult for him. Now, as the two of them doused Klaus with fragments of their own spiritual essence, Kuro’s true functionality would come to surface. Festering, boiling, cooking in the depths of his blade’s scabbard was the bellwether of its usage. His left hand fell to comfort his right, tightly gripping at his zanpakuto. Kuro’s feet planted firmly into the ground, not an ounce of snow limiting the friction between himself and the asphalt. His right was firmly ahead of the left, his knee bent at a proper 110 degree angle for maximum launch power. In an instant, he vanished

A single step forward had propelled him into shunpo, his figure bleeding from view as his frame visually tore apart from the speed. In an instant he took the former gap between himself and klaus—which was close to about 35 feet—and dwindled it to a mere 10 feet. His reemergence showed him now with his sword drawn overhead, a massive trail of the black liquid flowing behind him, its thick coating hiding the serrated points of the blade’s edge. By now Klaus would surely have realized Kuro was here, and in this attempt he’d even expect him to make the gap even smaller; seemingly someone moving a great speed with their sword drawn had intentions on striking down their foe. Negative. The ten foot distance was precisely enough, and while tightening the muscles of his shoulders, biceps and triceps, he brought his sword down with an indisputable swiftness. The moment the blade was swung so was the entire wave of the thick black liquid, heading towards Klaus indefinitely. If both spells had been successful before, the moment the oil touched the contents of either one—which was a near inevitability considering the amount—the saint would burst into an inextinguishable column of flame that would continue to burn at Kuro’s whim.
Some distance away were those Kuro would classify as bystanders, their help more passive than anything, and although he remained aware of his surroundings and those who occupied them, his primary focus was subduing Klaus. With the Shinigami displaying some control of the situation, how would the Seiretei’s finest and The Wanderer take down The Saint and his Kingdom of Quartz.

 

[Shinigami]

The snow was all he could see after he shot off his blast and it went straight through the giant deer. He recoiled back and lost track of Tsukane and Fred. Feeling a stabbing pain in his shoulder he took a knee and allowed his eye to spin around and look at the wound. Sure enough the black frost had stopped in its tracks. This would be bothersome as Avi would have to keep his eye focused on this until he dealt with the source. He stood up and looked out with his arms covering his face to look for the others.
It took him a while until he was able to feel something other than the cold and the constant drip of reiatsu he had to spend activating his eye. Walking through the blizzard was even harder due to the eye keeping his body free of this special frost bite. Finally emerging into a clearing Avillio could see a few silhouettes in the snow.
There he faintly saw the ominous red glow, all of a sudden the red glow vanished as it hurled forward into the snow. Avillio kept track of it as best he could. Almost losing track of it until the area was lit up with electric blue light and the sound of cannon fire. Avillio's ears were filled with the discharge of a huge blast. This reiatsu tinged when Avililo felt it and he knew instantly this was Fred. Binding on the souls underneath him, Avillio shifted instantly and was to the side of Fred in a clap of green thunder and lighting. He looked around at the mire of destruction Fred caused and saw the recoil of the blast just in time. Tsukane was adhering to his wounds in an odd but effective way.
"You guys holdin' on alright?" He would say as he stood in the middle of the two. Allowing the heat to wash over him he looked over to Tsukane specifically. " I'm going to teach you about Bringer Bonding. With this i can amplify my power with yours, then in turn send that bonding towards Fred's gun. So if this thing isn't out for the count, We can get a second surprise shot out that should decimate the first one in destructive power. " He knew this explanation would be a little over the top for the Fry cook, but he knew Fred would catch on to exactly what Avillio was talking about. " Tsukane when this thing comes at us again, funnel all of your anger and heat into me. Think back to when i mouthed off in your kitchen, or about this thing rendering your powers useless. Think about the destruction it will cause to the flower shop and the restaurant. Get mad and send it all at me. Just focus and use me as a center for it, i will manipulate the flames from there. I can take it." He would then turn his head.
"Fred, Get ready to absorb probably the largest amount of energy you'd have ever been exposed to. This should do the trick." Avillio would then focus on the area around him and await the attack. He knew it couldn't be over just yet, i t was too soon. Preparing to ambush this thing, he wouldn't be taken by surprise and neither should the group now. They were aware of this trickery and of the ambush tactics. They could dodge and then find the glowing one again. Then, he would see the power of those he dare impede on.

 

[Shinigami]

“Breathe, or you’ll miss your mark.”

Karakura Town ———————————— traveling to ———————————— Naruki City
“It’s cold...”
A sharp hiss escaped, and from it, a puff of air to follow as it whipped around her head. The closer she had drawn to Naruki’s city limits, she could see the sheen gleam of ice that covered areas to an unimaginable scale. Those frozen bodies that lie beneath the ice, pained and shocked from the attack that no one would have ever seen coming. Blume brought herself down to the top of one of the buildings, unmarked and unharmed by the initial outburst, close to just the outskirts of Naruki nearly one-hundred miles off from the center.
“...Is that Santa?”
Ahead of her, thunderous booms and explosions shook the frozen city. Pushing herself forward, she skated across the icy stalks until she managed to get close enough. Guiding herself up and into the air thirty miles above them, to observe just who was present, but a bead of sweat trickled down her cheek. In this world, some things shouldn’t surprise her considering her spiritual upbringing, but to see a large man with the appearance of a child’s joyous tale wreaking havoc… Sigh. She’d managed to find the high ground again, gazing down as Quincy, Fullbringer, and Shinigami measure their pride in an attempt to take down the beast and his pet.

Outside of Fredrick, there was another Quincy, tall and lanky with rustic white hair, dressed rather unconventionally. There was an air about him, not so much noble, but something along the lines of the new money support system. Meanwhile, another extremity was added to the fray, masked, and practically fighting for his life as they all were. She’d caught him lurking back in Karakura after her tussle against Fred and the others, but said nothing. Who else would possess such a similar presence than one of her regulars? However, remedial moves to gauge the enemy so outright wasn’t going to do anything. Give or take, she may have to make the final blow, but for now, she would sit quietly in wait.
With her eyes now falling on the two shinigami, watching them work in sync with one another was far higher than the scrambling of the other five in the party. Against a common enemy, joining forces wasn’t a bad idea. And it eventually came to be, though a silent agreement, it was set in stone nonetheless between Silas and the shinigami. That masked one was busy fighting against himself, isolated and away from the others as they came together. She didn't have any eyes on those three visitors from earlier though... Could they have perished?
It was a stretch, but hopefully, the story ahead of them would finally reach its end. In front of her, Blume extended her hand out, palm up to the sky. In the center of her hand, a miniature ball of golden energy flickered in her hand. She kept it small and stretched it out, thinning and shaping it into a four-inch rod only an inch-and-a-half wide, one end sharpened to a point. Twirling it in between her fingers, she could only look at the tiny projectile that possessed the ability to implode and create holes the size of soccer balls through anything it pierces.
Hidden by the looming clouds, no one would be able to notice her unless they looked closely. Not as if she was hiding from them, but they had other things to worry about. With her occupied hand resting at her side, twiddling at the rod, the other brushed back a stray lock of hair back behind her ear. Peering down as they scrambled, she thought to herself. Why was she here in the first place? With no relations to Naruki, she could've left it alone… But curiosity got the better of her, and maybe her greed. Or it might have been the kindness that sat inside of her, unwilling to watch unlawful deaths come. It was her first step of freedom without the Court Elders breathing down her neck. The time would come when she would have to take part in a battle; maybe it would be today that she would step through that door. For now, she would wait until the call of the wild came to challenge her.

 

[Shinigami]

How many years has it been? How many centuries, since Klaus first encountered that despicable raven haired Shinigami. The curse that brat placed upon him confined him to a dimension of ice for three hundred and sixty four days, and eighteen hours. Leaving the infamous Bount with only six meager hours of freedom. One night. That is all he has, each year, to gather enough souls to replenish himself, to restore his stockpile of sustenance for another year. In years past, he had done so discreetly, hoping to avoid another encounter. However, after almost half a millenia now, the Saint was sick of being sealed. Tonight he sought more than meager replenishment, he sought power. He hoped to gather an abundance of souls, enough to increase his strength to the point that he can break free of his bounds, and return to a life of terror. This year, there was no Shinigami in sight. Now, there were two, and then some. Since when did humans possess such power? The power of Hollows, the power of the Soul King? Since when had humans been anything other than fuel?
"That was strong one right there fat ass!"

The saint’s muscles flex as, enraged, he releases a mighty roar. The heat of Shizuka’s Shikai is nothing to the wave of souls that erupt from the man’s mouth. An attack in itself, though without aim, this cero-like blast of concentrated souls is simply a release of Klaus’s energy. The beam of red exploding from the creature’s jaws fires off towards Shizuka. However, as Klaus’ attention turns to the Quincy known as Silas, so too does his head. The beam of souls moves with him, carving seemingly endlessly through the city. Every building in its path, for as far as the eye can see, is cut through cleanly like butter around a hot knife, until the beam ends its trajectory against Silas himself. Finally, Klaus stops his roar, his attention turning back to Shizuka as the Shinigami speaks once more.
"Hainawa!"
A rope of pure energy springs forth from the Shinigami’s hand, lashing out towards Klaus like a viper’s strike. Yet, it would not reach its target as intended. Klaus watches as the coil comes for him, his massive arm blurring before him in a burst of motion. He catches the viper by its head, clutching the Bakudo spell in his hand as it constricts harmlessly around his arm. The rage felt by the Bount becomes palpable, heat and flames emitting from his body. Perhaps this is why he remains ignorant of the plethora of foreign fire that begins forming around him. He pulls at the rope, hoping to yank the Shinigami towards him, his free hand posed for a devastating strike should Shizuka’s trajectory line up as planned.
“No haori Shinigami? Here I was hoping for a white Christmas. Do you really believe the power of your meager little blade enough to stop m-”
His taunt is cut short almost immediately by the several strands of fire that now form around him. His rage-induced ignorance being his undoing, he falls completely for Kuro’s trap. Bindings of flame suddenly restrict his arms and legs, wrapping around his chest. Immediately, his hands open as a reaction to this sudden burning restriction. With this he drops both his mysteriously dangerous leather sack, and his grip on Shizuka’s spell. Upon being released, Shizuka’s kido rushes to fulfil its function, coiling around Klaus and tightening to further constrict his movements. He seeths in rage, flexing every ounce of his muscle, and yet his power feels incredibly weakened. Without the bag to beckon to, he cannot replenish the twenty percent of power he has lost to Kuro’s spell.
Then, a smile crosses his face. Taking a deep breath, he gathers himself, his silence and calm becoming fierceful eerie giving his boisterous and loud nature up to this point. Then, in one massive burst of energy, he flexes his muscles to tear through Kuro’s binding flames with a single movement. He bursts into laughter, but only for a moment, right until he bursts into flame. Unaware of the cost of breaking through his bindings, Klaus receives some poetic justice. His body igniting with the same effects his coal provided previously. He screams in pain, unable to flail or put out the flames due to the rope of spiritual energy that wraps around him.
“AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH”
Little did the Saint know that these flames were a mere matchstick compared to what is to come. Engulfed in flame and light, Klaus still remains collected, even through his pain, enough to stay aware of his surroundings. Through it all, he spots the source of his burning hell, another Shinigami. He should have figured the weak would hunt in packs. As Kuro suddenly appears before him, swinging down a tidal wave of black liquid, Klaus wastes no time. The moment his eyes land on Kuro, he spits forth a chunk of familiar black rock. A piece of coal, flying from his mouth like a bullet, headed straight towards the Shinigami scum. It moves too fast to react, having given even the experienced Silas a run for his money. The coal is meant to pierce through the black ooze, and straight through the Shinigami’s chest. However, it serves only to further the Saint’s torment.
Unaware of Kuro’s Zanpakuto ability, Klaus hammered in the final nail to his coffin. The moment the black chunk of coal meets the black wave of Kuro’s attack, the oil ginites. Being made of reishi, it is susceptible to Klaus’ flame. While the coal does continue along its trajectory like a bullet, headed straight towards and ideally through Kuro’s chest, so too does Kuro’s attack continue its path towards Klaus. The wave of oil and flame collides against the Bount’s already burning body. Causing an explosion of heat and flame that bursts into the skies above, enough so that even the onlooker Blume may feel its heat up in the clouds. Enough that even the reminiscing Masked Avenger may be snapped out of his mental lock.
Klaus’ screams become a gurgle, inhuman, monstrous….beastly. The primal sounds emitted from this unfathomable pain are only silenced by Silas’s planned attack. A sitting duck, he has no way of avoiding whatever onslaught the Quincy had initiated. Truly, this had to be it. Shizuka’s kido kept him bound, Kuro’s flames occupied his mind with pain and destroyed his body, and Sila’s attack collides with no resistance at all. Yet still, still the Bount presses on. He truly is immortal, refusing to die, refusing to lose. Not tonight. Not on his night. His voice cries out once more, no longer a boom, it is a mere whimper.
“Zeige Di….Zi...z…ZIEG DI….ZEIG DICH! REVEAL YOURSELF!”
WOOOOOOOOOOSH

“PANZER!” CLIIIICKKKKK BOOOOOOOM!!! “SCHUSS!!!”
Fredrick the Quincy, true to his title, soldiers on. His wound grievous, his hopes slim, his chances of survival fading. The other Fullbringers struggle to maintain their wounds, confused by their faulty offenses, they conspire to work together. Fredrick however, has had enough. Charging his ultimate technique, he releases forth a burst of pure Quincy energy from his Spirit Weapon. His raw power reveals itself in this devastating barrage, and yet, even this is hopeless. The light from his attack is blinding, creating a flash of blue in this land of white. It appears to completely disintegrate his target, as the end of his assault reveals the deer to be no more, completely erased. However, this is a mere misconception. As further inspection might once again reveal that not even the snow is damaged or melted in any capacity. If even frozen water yields unrelenting against such a charge, then surely the creature did not perish, but vanish. So where could it be?
"D-did we get it yet?"
Tsukune cries out, his own energy beginning to dwindle. He is the only one to successfully negate the frostbite of his wound. Fortunate to be born with such flaming power, perhaps his abilities would have been of use against Klaus, but not here. Still, this does not stop the only other Fullbringer, Avillio from realizing that his sole hope of survival is to cooperate with Tsukune and borrow such a power. Does he not realize that he is only postponing the inevitable? Has he not concluded that here in this world of ice and blinding flurry, there is only one king?
Their moment of silence ends, with a booming roar. This time, not of the deer that haunts them. Surely they brace for another assault, from what angle will the beast strike? With what pattern, if any? Unable to sense its approach, unable to see its attacks, they remain sitting ducks, lambs for the slaughter. Perhaps they place their backs to one another, having already set aside their differences for hopes of survival. It would not matter.
REVEAL YOURSELF!”
Klaus voice calls thunderously throughout the barren landscape. It is as though the voice of god, shattering the heavens it echoes throughout the frozen tundra with an ear splitting sonic boom. Suddenly, this very same tundra fades from before their eyes. Was this it then? Is this death? Their vision blurring, at first all they can see is blinding white. This white transitions to a glowing red, condensing before each of their eyes into a single small circle. Like a wisp, this bright red orb of light hovers further and further from their faces, growing farther and farther away. Until finally, the light fades out, leaving each of them in a world of pure black, a dimension of utter darkness.
Then they wake up. Each of them stands back in the apartment where they first confronted Klaus. All three of them standing right where they were when they witnessed the red glow come from the Bount’s bag. The wreckage and rubble of their initial assault against Klaus remains, the family of corpses left behind by his wild hunt still untouched. Had this all been a dream, or a mere illusion?
Had any of it been real?
The pain comes back to them now. Their wounds from the frozen tundra remain. It is now that the two Fullbringers and one Quincy may realize that they are standing in puddles of their own blood. Tsukune’s wounds remain cauterized, however Avillio and Fredrick may be relieved to see that the frostbite encroaching the flesh has come to a halt, though their wounds remain. Perhaps through the pain, a relief might now wash over them, with no enemy in sight, neither deer nor saint pose immediate threat.
Through the windows they may notice two burning rooftops. On one of which, the roaring flames engulf a masked and peculiar looking Fullbringer, seemingly lost in thought. Was he too under some type of illusion? If so, those flames may pose a threat to his very life. The time comes to immediately assess whether the man is friend or foe, and if the remaining humans can withstand the pain of their wounds, then now would be the time to act. That is, until a familiar rushing of wind echoes from the street below, demanding their attention as they watch the scene unfold in front of their very eyes.

Of all the things to happen, this is likely to be one of the more surprising. Upon the utterance of his peculiar phrase, Klaus’ bag once again sprung to life. A whirlpool of blizzard like winds rushes forth from the opening, now all too familiar to those observing. The blizard swirls around Klaus, carrying with it a cold and icy power. It freezes the very flames that burn across his body, allowing him sweet relief from the inferno that torments him. His body pulsates, and he once again tears through his bindings, shattering the rope of light that constricts him into thousands of luminescent pieces. However, his strength exhausted, his supply of souls depleted, he falls to his knees and catches his breath.
What is perhaps most troubling about this sight, is that the bag, instead of releasing a plethora of souls for the Saint to consume, releases something...else.

Towering before Klaus is a massive creature. One may be forgiven for mistaking this being as a Hollow, and yet, like Klaus, it emits no spiritual energy nor signs of life. It stands between its master and the foes that quelled him. Heeding the Saint’s call, it reveals itself, appearing from nothing to protect him from any new onslaught. It’s dead and doll-like eyes not moving to lock upon any particular target, it merely stands there, until its red nose begins to glow.
The two Shinigami, the three Quincy, and the three Fullbringers, all of which are now undoubtedly looking upon the creature, notice a shift in atmosphere. The very air itself begins to blur, as a flurry of snow surrounds the area. The ground starts to shake, becoming obscured form vision, it phases and fades from concrete to white tundra.
Their dimension begins to shif-
“Wait.”
Klaus outstretches an arm, mustering what strength he has to mutter an order to his doll. Immediately, the Deer’s nose ceases its glow, and the perspective world pulsates once more, fading back to its original state. They once again find themselves on the streets and rooftops of Naruki City.

A cold steam seeps out of Klaus’ mouth, seemingly a final breath, a last exhale of souls or power. There appears to be no fight left in him. He watches the steam spread through the cold air, slowly engulfing his person.
”Ho-ho-how can this be?”
He says to himself, his voice is only a whisper now. His callous face cracks a smile as he begins to chuckle to himself. Then, this chuckle turns to an all out maniacal laugh. His mind seemingly breaking with anger, he releases one final bellow, one final roar of booming rage, as he flings his hands back, throwing his head up towards the sky to curse the very heavens.
“DAMN YOU RUKIA KUCHIKI! DAMN YOU SHINIGAMI! COME NEXT YEAR, I WILL MAKE A FEAST OF YOUR FLESH. AND YOU, HUMANS! DO YOU HEAR ME, FOOD?! I WILL-”
The steam freezes, encapsulating Kalus’ body in ice. The titanic figure of the man suddenly turns to a frozen statue, his enraged final words cut short. The sun, which has long been missed throughout this cold night, begins to rise across the horizon. The moment a single beam of light touches the frozen Bount, his body begins to crack. These cracks spread, and then shatter, fragmenting the ice as it collides harmlessly against the ground and melts. The Reindeer roars, as a gust of wind blows his body into harmless snow. The bag, fades from existence, seemingly turning to nothing. The ice and snow which encapsulates the city, melts to harmless water, then evaporates. Those poor souls whose bodies had been turned to ice, now find themselves able to move once again, free of their imprisonment. They have no recollection of the night's events beyond a massive snowstorm, and look to each other confused.
All that remains of what transpired this night, is a single snowflake. Engraved across its microscopic pattern is a series of incantations, invisible to the naked eye. The snowflake catches a breeze, and soars harmlessly into the heavens above, to disappear amongst the clouds for another year.
The sun rises.
It is a peaceful Christmas morning.

 

[Shinigami]

It was funny to him even in a serious situation such as this, that Tsukune would attempt to grab onto him. No eagerness to save himself, but rather save someone he barely even knew, he was caught by the white haired male, and his reaitsu at this point wasn’t effecting him as much, if only because he had kept his blunt vene out, though he wondered how much longer can he sustain this without a resh supply of Reshi, as this area contained none. though thanfully he was able to feel the heat of the fullbringer’s reiatsu. It was certainly welcoming in this cold hell, though his way of healing himself was a bit… interesting… if not effective.
"D-did we get it yet?"
He did not respond as the white haired male only as he was attaching the reshi magazine onto his Spirit weapon, that tone he used was fearful, and it was rightfully so, as this beast was for the most part something he never encountered. He was about to say something when Avillio made his appearance between the two.
"You guys holdin' on alright?"
His head turned towards his long time friend before pulling back the bolt handle back to as he could load the bullet into the chamber, before looking back at his injury and the Blue vene lines covering it entirely. His head shook before looking back at Avi to speak.
“No, but I can continue to fight for a little while longer.”
His tone was serious no jokes, no laughs and no smiling came from him. Highly unlike Fred that Avillio knew as he was always one to be happy, and cheerful without much care in the world; but what stood before him was a more serious and ready to fight what was to come Fredrick.
" I'm going to teach you about Bringer Bonding. With this i can amplify my power with yours, then in turn send that bonding towards Fred's gun. So if this thing isn't out for the count, We can get a second surprise shot out that should decimate the first one in destructive power… Tsukane when this thing comes at us again, funnel all of your anger and heat into me. Think back to when i mouthed off in your kitchen, or about this thing rendering your powers useless. Think about the destruction it will cause to the flower shop and the restaurant. Get mad and send it all at me. Just focus and use me as a center for it, i will manipulate the flames from there. I can take it. "
Now his curiosity had gotten the better of him, listening closely as Avillio explained that he wanted to pour this amount of Reiryoku into his gun, releasing a similar if not stronger blast then the Panzer Schuss he had just used earlier his trump card that would more than likely blow away anything that was normal. This raised his eyebrow at the thought taking in Reiryoku into his gun and releasing another powerful shot, if anything it excited him, and some part of him wanted the beast to reappear once again.
His wish would come true as a roar echoed through out the frozen hell they were placed in, his heart skipped a beat, before backing up he was ready but that doesn’t mean he knew what fear was. This beast was unpredictable and could at anytime appear anywhere, but then another voice would come out. It was the fatman himself Chris Kringle yelling out.
“REVEAL YOURSELF!”
It was louder than the roar itself, and soon they would see the tundra begin to fade away, Great… Now what was going to happen to them? his vision began to blur, everything wasn’t fading to black but white, before a red orb became the only source of light to come out, though that too began to leave them. Now it was only black… Was this death? No….

His eyes had opened up where he would be found laying upon the floor of the apartment where they had all ambushed the not so saint nick to attempt to stop him from consuming more souls. There he would push himself up his body not sending the signal that he was injured just yet. His head twisted around looking for anything, it seems as though everything was untouched… Even the dead family at their feet… along with blood? From their bodies?!?! Now he turned towards the injury he sustained, where they were was real. And it seemed they were severly injured, and the frost bite haulted, thankfully it was the Blut Vene that helped it. Now that he was in the material world, he was finally able to gather a fresh supply of Reshi, allowing him to be able to move, and his blood to remain within his body.
He had no time to worry about the dead, he would only care about protecting the rest who were alive. And it appeared that someone else was in danger, a man on fire upon the roof. He couldn’t do much to save this man, as he was ill equipped to douse the flames, though his head turned towards the white haired male, before pointing at him.
“Are you able to douse the flames upon that man?” he had pointed at the flaming induvial, and with out waiting for answer he broke the window and lept out, where he began to look for anyone with a reaitsu signature. Thankfully he was able to pick up the ones from before they had survived as well, and three new ones. Two Shinigami,
With a quick Hirenkyaku he would appear on the right side of the Shinigami and santa himself and by the time he arrived, he had saw the sight of the claus looking defeated, releasing steam from his mouth, before mumbling to himself. Before yelling out
“DAMN YOU RUKIA KUCHIKI! DAMN YOU SHINIGAMI! COME NEXT YEAR, I WILL MAKE A FEAST OF YOUR FLESH. AND YOU, HUMANS! DO YOU HEAR ME, FOOD?! I WILL-”
Rukia Kuchiki? Even his family had heard of that captain, that was long ago…. Though the last words of Santa had caused him to shudder… One year… that was more than enough time to prepare… his head shook as he began to look at the sky, daybreak… it had been a long night but well fought. Heros even if it was only time that had saved them. Who knows if this twisted version of Santa continued on his rampage this night he might have wiped this cities population. A sigh came from him before he would finally turn towards the two Shinigami.
It finally happened he met two Shinigami, both dressed in their standard outfits, one long black haired that kept it tied up, and the other short with dark blue. Both seemed like they had came in just at the right time, if only to make up for the lack of force himself, Avillio and the white haired could not provide, due to them brought into another world. Now his smile began to return and his excitement was to much to contain.
“HEY! You two! Infact everyone! Is anyone up for a little celebration? I don’t know about you but I want to get a drink in with the heros of the city before we head to our respective homes.”
His laughter returned, and he had hopped everyone had heard him, even the male quincy from earlier, he had not known whether or not the young female came in, but if she did show up his offer would extend to her.