With nothing coming up for missions, Bloodwatch was relatively free of duties around Hueco Mundo and the Living Realm. They had agreed to stay in case something did, but as time went by, that light was getting dimmer and dimmer by the second. In order to interest himself, he was going on a walk around the streets of Rukongai.
A body flew from a nearby building, out of a closed window. Through the shattered glass, a bloodied figure could be seen tumbling into the road, where it was crushed by a moving truck. The truck continued on as if unaffected, continuing to turn the unfortunate soul into pancake on the street.
The man sighed in irritation. It was things like this that disgusted him about this city....
Finally, the red-head's attention turned towards the girl who spoke with the dark-skinned male, and he couldn't help but cock an eyebrow. Idly, he wondered if he should walk up and tell her that talking about her possible persecution openly would leave her a higher chance of getting in trouble. But he simply shrugged, folding his arms across his chest and watching.
"....You have a lot of guts coming up to an armed stranger...." Manaka said dryly, slightly motioning with his head to the sword sheathed in his obi. "Sure you want to approach me so carelessly?"
"What's an untainted soul like you doin' in a shitty cesspool like this?" He asked, looking off to the side and crossing his arms again. "I know you have a blade to defend yourself, but there's really not much to see here...."
