Just a bartender (Open)

After a quick shot of whiskey, Phoenix glazed as the Irish man walked into the room and took a seat at the bar. She smirked but then quickly sensed the young man's reiatsu was higher than a normal human but said nothing as she silently slid her Zanpakuto blades slightly out of their sheaths. Putting the glass aside she noticed as the man ordered and pulled out her phone. Phoenix was annoyed as most people come to a bar to socialize yet he decided to stare at his devices. "Bloody hell, these humans sometimes really infuriate me.". Pulling a glass from under the counter, she started to poor him a bottle of Diet Pepsi and started to pour him a glass.

However as the young man was starting to realize what she was, she smirked as she wasn't gonna hide anything. After he asked the question, she decided it was best to give him a visual cue as she pulled out her Wakizashi and walked towards the end of the bar and opened the mini-fridge and took out a lime. Walking halfway back over she dropped the lime on the bar so the Irishman could see. In a quick motion she singlehandedly sliced it into several wedges. Taking out one, she put the rest on a cloth and back in the fridge. She wedged the lime piece right into the glass of coke before sliding it towards Fionn.

Smirking, she put her blade back under the bar next to the katana. "Hmmm, I think that kinda proved I am. No Shinigami would ever use their Zanny as a kitchen tool. Trust me, the Shinigami's Zanpakuto freak out when they're used like that." Phoenix reached for the young mans wrist as she would gently guide it down to the counter, trying to get the young man's attention away from his phone. Since she was exposed, there was no point in hiding it. Phoenix spoke in an almost seductive tone as she was curious as to what the Quincy was thinking. "Now that you've seen through my cover and called on it, no point in trying to distract yourself from me."

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Phoenix watched as the young man slipped his wrist out of her grasp, which she allowed as he soon grabbed her own. Phoenix knew at this moment from the grasp of the gloved hand and as his other traced her own. She knew that she had him at this moment as for one reason or another he was enamored with the appearance of what he can only speculate as a dead woman. However she was a bit annoyed that he was more interested in the bar than her. 

"Oh, this place? I had this for a couple years, mostly just tired old men who want a drink after a long day, or their young coworkers who want to make a pass at me. Very rarely those with high reiatsu as I usually conceal mine."

Phoenix then relaxed her muscles as she let the young man do as he pleased, letting him believe he was in control all the while subtly holding the cards. She figured that better to have him as an ally or at least a puppet.

Phoenix shifted her tone to add a bit of shame to reinforce the belief that Fionn had the upper hand. Curious to see what he can offer, and what he's like. She really started to have interest in something for the longest time. "But dear me, you've seem to catch me on an off day. Which leaves the question, what are you gonna do about me?"


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Phoenix wanted to scoff and roll her eyes at being compared to a piece of art, but kept her feelings buried as she paid close attention to the young man. She let his arm travel up hers as she didn't object. She would've said gloves are starting to come off, but that already happened. She could feel his warmth through the cold flesh of the false body as he spoke the rest of his cheesy thought. However she focused on his metaphor and deciding to make it more real and beautiful.

"Would you still appreciate a beauty when you prick on a thorn? I've seen it time and time again when young men gaze at a rose with awe, gently sliding their fingers down until their fingers get cut on a thorn. Then the look of awe turns into a furious stare and they want no more to do with it after the first prick."


Phoenix ran her other hand along Fionn's hand reaching up her own, lightly touching as she wanted to test him in several ways. However the cheesy line was starting to work as she was getting intrigued by the young man. She wondered how he would react to seeing her beyond the fake flesh but stayed inside for now, wondering how much he saw of Arrrancars while continuing her thought.

"You can always remove a thorn, a rose is still a rose, but it's beauty is defiled. It takes a truly gentle soul to appreciate a rose for everything it is, not what they want it to be. Tell me, if you pricked your finger on a rose, could you still appreciate it's beauty? After all, souls plagued of chaos are known for their thorns."

Phoenix knew she was being a little bit direct but she didn't care, she was just curious as to gauge the man's reaction. "At this rate I'll either have a fun toy, or a fun night. I think I'm leaning towards the former, he looks like he's got tricks up his sleeve."

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It was hard to tell what was worse, the culture shock from what he thought the world was like compared to his first trip there. Or his reacclimation to the world after isolation for the last few years. Even though they held him in recovery for several months with mandatory psyche evaluations, the lack of numbers required Malix to dive right back into things.

Clearing out just a small section of a city went from mostly recon to mandatory fighting due to the sheer numbers of the Hollow now lurking in every shadow. Which of course meant that he had no choice but to push himself despite being out of practice. Now exhausted from the past week he now found himself wandering the streets wearing a Gigai for the first time since he became a Shinigami.

Pushing open the door of the first bar he came across the man enters to see what looked like some casual flirting between bartender and customer. At least the place was otherwise empty, meant some peace for a brief moment as he took a seat away from the two and waited for service.

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Phoenix was starting to like the young man as he was starting to appeal to her, and now was making her wonder what she wanted with him. At this point she figured she can get a good service for a while, or a night that might satisfy the dullness that has plagued her existence for half a decade. She was hoping that she could get a few more minutes alone with him but unfortunately that was not to last as she could sense reiatsu approaching the bar before an individual walked in.

Her eye traced the Shinigami as he too was donning a false body. As much as she wanted to keep things going with Fionn, she was still a bartender. That didn't mean she couldn't have fun while leaving the book open to return to later. Her gaze returned back to the quincy as she softly responded to him. "A little pain is no way to have fun. If you close off what you're willing to go to, there's no way you can enjoy what you have."

Leaning in closer, her eyelids gently shut as she gotten close to the young man, her lips coming into contact with his. She could feel the warmth of his meet the cold, lifeless, and to only the well trained senses fake lips. After a moment she pulled away with a devious smile on her face, her eyes opened halfway while gently leading Fionn's hand off her own body and too the counter top. "Wait here my dear Quincy. I shall be back for you."

Slowly walking to the other side of the counter, she made sure to let her hips sway slightly in an attempt to captivate the quincy, and perhaps off put the shinigami. Slowly approaching the man as she gazed at him. "I should be asking for identification, but I don't think you have any on you, Shinigami."

Phoenix folded her arms as she was curious to know what he was doing, keeping in mind where her Zanpakuto are. She wondered what was going through his mind. "Did the Gotei send you to finally end me? Shame, things were finally getting interesting in a way other than making this body. If not, what are you having?"

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Tired and worn eyes glazed over the contents of the bar shelves, mulling over the options as the bartender approached. He was mostly ignoring her words until she said Shinigami. Darting his gaze over her his first instinct was to recall anything he was wearing or possibly doing that would have given him away. Did he wear a badge or was he simply in the presence of an individual that would sense and read spiritual energy? The latter seemed much more likely, and Malix gritted his teeth at that thought. Never did he put any focus or effort into learning that trick for himself, or how to suppress his own spiritual signature.

Then the quip about being sent to end her, that was unexpected. Yes there were missions that send them to hunt down specific wanted or dangerous individuals, and mention of making the body would surely make her a high value target. Was she a deserter, or have the Arrancar developed their own Gigai? Uncertainty washed over the gentleman as he mulled it all over in his mind. 

"I came for a Scotch, neat." Reaching behind to pull out the wallet, Malix pulled several twenties from it and left it on the counter. "Leave the bottle and I'll leave you to your business ma'am" Keeping to himself was always the goal, but with such a strange interaction, he needed to collect information. He hated having to work during a moment of reprieve, but at this point he was left with no choice. 

The woman had implied she had made the body, and that made him think of Kirito. The former comrade had been involved with a woman who made the gigai's and then went missing during the invasion. A breach might have occurred where the woman might have been turned, or the information was extracted somehow. The name though, the name is what escaped him, so he needed to figure it out without making his intentions known. just wait, he thought to himself. Let her go about her business and take in what happens, a clue is bound to emerge. 

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"Primary target located," a female voice whispered from the concealment of a room overlooking the seedy little bar. "Katir has made contact. Besides Katir there are two other persons in the bar along with the target. The two appear to be alive. One appears to be quincy the other is unknown." Silence enveloped the space as the female peered out into the dying light of the sun. A gentle buzzing came from the ear piece she wore giving the go ahead for the assault. "Affirmative, beginning attack run."

Carefully she set the headset aside and stood. "Guide my hand Mars. May I strike true and clean," the female muttered as she phased through the wall. Setting her heals against the wall she crouched back. Something was to be said about being dead and a ghost in some ways. Clinging to walls at impossible angles. Impossible strength and speed. The capacity to withstand horrific wounds. All of that to just do battle with these damnable creatures.

She tensed her muscles and breathed deeply. Setting her mind to the task she exhaled slowly. Carefully, she felt out the targets signature and made certain she had a clear line. Then she exploded from her perch with all the speed she could muster. She was across the street in the amount of time it took to blink and was phased through the wall of the bar and closing the distance with the target by the time those passing the bar had finished their breath..

Her blonde ponytail streamed behind her. Whipping about as she made her last step towards the arrancar her right arm up and back ready to deliver the kinetic energy load it carried. The females face was a grim mask that spoke of years of experience and untold numbers of battles. This spiritual being, this hollow breed, this monster, this beast in human skin, this abomination, was nothing but a target. No emotion. No attachment. Nothing. Cold focus and determination spilled from her green eyes.

Her lead foot planted and the females body unloaded like a coiled spring. Sharp and efficient in its delivery the right hand flew from its position and streaked for the arrancars head. Destroy the brain case and even these beasts couldn't come back was the thought behind it. The fist connected with enough force to shatter concrete and in this case spiritual bone. The fist completed it's arc and where once had been a head was now nothing. A spattering of blood glistened on the wall as the now headless corpse dropped to the floor its red life fluids gushing out. False bodies bled. They had to be believable in some situations. In this case, she wagered, it was both. Both the human formed beasts own blood and the false bodies blood. Another soul purified and sent on to the walls of the gotei.

In all the attack had taken place in just a few heart beats. The female shinigami straightened the light finally illuminating her features completely showing off the numerous scars, the olive skin and the yellow lieutenants badge she wore pinned to the left side of her halter top its black lacquered symbol for the fifth division glistening in the light having gotten some of the blood from the beast on it. Turning the female address the nearest male, the other shinigami as it were, "On your feet Katir. Your leave is over."

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Phoenix sighed as the Shinigami was not even trying to fake some sort of decent mood. She couldn't help but be annoyed at the fact that all he wanted to do was drink whatever his problem was that everything seemed to blend together as she placed a bottle down on the counter for Malix. In a flash she noticed the blonde female who had entered the bar through unknown means, another Shinigami. Phoenix knew this time, it was for her own life. 

Not even bothering with her act, she willed her body to start to move towards her Zanpakutos but it was too late, the Shinigami had grabbed her already. For those last few moments, time seemed to slow down as it seemed too real. Phoenix stopped fighting at this point as she understood, she had no hope for her. She doomed herself in every lifetime. The last sensation she experienced was the seemingly slow death as her head exploded. She had no regrets, she made her choices and screwed up. As her mind faded into the darkness in an instant, she wondered what kind of future was ahead of her, until she realized there was no light at the end of the tunnel. Her story was done.

"Guess I'm clocking out for good this time...:

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