The Hunted (Open)

"He's over there! The traitor is over there!"

Tomix swore quietly under his breath. Even though it was nearly impossible to kill him, he hated having to fight with Giruvargan and Gamma. An Arrancar jumped from behind a bush, at tried to slash him. He blasted him with a cero, and kept walking. His long black trench coat blew in the cold desert wind, and Tomix swore for was likely the 5th time that he'd left his map back at the base.
"It's gonna be a long day..."

OOC:Hey tomix been a while

IC:A rush of air let out, blowing up a bit of dust from in front of the male wearing a trenchcoat, before the space was filled with the body of one pale and shirtless man. Violet hues for eyes, same colored hair and pants, as well as shoes. Seemed to observants he loved this color. Hair spiked up towards the sky, but a bit of the bangs falling to the right of the left eye. Lips were pulled into a seeming straight line, showing only the look of boredom. Stitches adourned three places of his body, this being on his right should, left arm above the elbow, and right side of his waist, under the ridge of muscle on his abdomen. Hands were in his pockets per usual entrance, and the eyes of his bore towards the man approaching.

The landing he had done had actually put him but 5 metres ahead of the striding male. A misconception, but he could work with it. While the man approached, Figeilo silently thought to himself. What to do if this man were an espada? If threatened, he would fight the other man, but he wanted to know what had happened in the last hundred or so years. Truth be told, he had been in hiding, so it was unlikely this other would know of him. Though on the off chance that he was known of: he had stashed his dual kamas on each side of his hips, hidden under a false patch on the pants.

The wind continued, the man was now only a metre or so away from Figeilo and he thought it this time to speak: "Hello! Might I ask your name sir?" The friendliness of this action surprised even Figeilo himself. Though he had a bored look, he couldn't mantain that type of speaking. Silently shrugging this off, Figeilo began to pick up on the other male's emotion. He detected a bit of anger, and what seemed tired discontempt. This caused Figeilo, at his own surprise once more, to swear under his breath, as the man's form grew closer.