Night 62: Mission #1 [Daemon Sadi and Abarai Renji]

[norainu]

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Renji stared out over the frozen landscape, shoulders hunching up as the first punch of icy wind hit him. He wasn't a guy that was used to the cold, not like this. It didn't get like this in Soul Society, ever. And that was for the best as far as he was concerned.

Only those complaints fell away an instant later as his hand dropped to his side, fingers wrapping around the hilt of...

Zabimaru.

Renji looked down, not quite willing to believe, with his fingers muffled by gloves. But the sword was there. The missing part of his soul was back. He frowned, though, as he searched through his own feelings, finding the familiar tension of a power limiter. How the hell could these people even do that?

"Hey Daemon... you got your... uh... thingies back too?"

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[thesadist]

Daemon kept his thoughts carefully from his expression as he shifted his grip on the unconscious male once more and guided the young woman left in his care up the hill towards where the rendezvous location had been left on his map. All the while, he kept his attention - both physical and magical - on his surroundings, probing for a trap, even as he kept an eye on the Shinigami. Renji had wasted no time in launching into the fight, if the bursts and sparks of power he could feel were any indication. It made him impatient - and nervous - as he pushed the pace with a little more urgency than he normally would.

Topping the rise, he squinted against a gust of snow the kicked up, momentarily blinding him. Were they supposed to meet someone here? Would there be another doorway? The map hadn't indicated what he should be looking for here.

"Do you see anything out of the ordinary?" he called to her over the wind as he rubbed a gloved hand over watering eyes.

[damned_soldiers]

[Sorry for the delay!]

The question prompted Melissa to lift her head, forcing all of her attention on their surroundings. It was difficult to see clearly in the storm; the wind kept throwing snow into her eyes, rendering proper vision near impossible. Still, the young woman tried what she could.

Her attempt soon paid off. In the distance, she caught the ends of something indistinguishable--something resembling closest to a metal pole. "There?" she called back as she pointed toward the object.