Slowly, and with a disturbing amount of calmness and bliss, a masked figure with neck-length black hair, and wearing a torn and tattered grey robe with sandals and a blue and black sheathed sword on his left hip, wandered through the forest region of the Seireitei. The voice in his head was that of a strange being that he could vaquely remember, Nikolai Dragovich. "Find...destroy...7th something...." the masked one, now revealed to be that of Rushfia Sureiya, muttered in a drunk like fashion. "Geez....so much effing...violence and shit....." He knew that he wasn't alone...