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[barkathemoon]

WHO: Renji, Hehsebamon
WHAT: Take a hike, encounter a church, Hehsebamon is there. What do, Renji?
WHEN: Day 23, sometime after Ichigo goes missing from the TV
WHERE: Forest
RATING: PG-13?

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[hehsebamon]

[The man, his overly tall frame bent awkwardly over the altar to light candles, looked up as the doors were thrown open. Straightening easily, he shook the long match he'd been using to put out the flame, and set it on the altar, in about the middle of the dark blood stain.

Ichigo was nowhere to be seen.

But the man only drew another match, withdrawing a few steps to light candles along the sides of the room. He struck it absently. And the low, thrumming chuckle lead easily into his words.]

I had not expected the pleasure.

[barkathemoon]

[Renji immediately brandished Zabimaru, calling it into Shikai before the man could utter another word. Ichigo wasn't here, and that was the only thing that kept him from immediately lashing out. He needed the freak to tell him where his friend was before Renji beat the guy's ass seven ways to Sunday.]

Where is he and what the hell have you done to him?

[hehsebamon]

I'm afraid I've no idea what you're talking about.

[If the sight of Renji's zanpakutou inspired any emotional reaction, he didn't show it, setting his hands on the edge of the altar.]

[barkathemoon]

I'm not playin' nice for too much longer, asshole. Where's Ichigo?!

[hehsebamon]

What a curious sword you have.

[Slipping around the alter, Hehsebamon strode toward Renji.]

[barkathemoon]

You wanna see it up close and personal?

[Renji immediately whipped Zabimaru forward, making sure, even though pissed off beyond normal realms, that the strike wouldn't hit anything vital.]

[hehsebamon]

[He taken's one step to the side, but it's not enough to dodge the strike. He doesn't have to, because his arm snaps out in a line that intersects the aim of the strike, his first and third fingers touching his thumb. Bizarrely, it's as effective at deflecting Zabimaru and carrying the blade harmlessly to the side as if the motion was carried out with a zanpakutou.

And he's still smiling.]

By all means, I want to see. The others can wait.

[barkathemoon]

[Renji wasn't exactly expecting that, although he's seen a couple zanpakutou fended off with a hand alone, but it still leaves a sinking feeling in his stomach. Never mind the fact that something is terribly wrong with him.

The moment Zabimaru was released, he felt as if someone or something was sucking the energy right from his body. Renji ignores it, whipping Zabimaru forward for another strike, this one with more intent to kill than the last.]

[hehsebamon]

[The smile spreads wider, his lips splitting open against white teeth, and he laughs, throaty and low.

But this time he doesn't move. He doesn't dodge or raise a hand. He just stands there and takes the hit with barely a shudder to his frame. And still he smiles, even as the zanpakutou tears into him and blood wells.]

[barkathemoon]

[The way the freak just stood there, taking the abuse, made it painfully obvious that, whoever this guy was, he was just playing Renji.]

I don't have time to play around!

[Renji wasn't entirely sure how well his next action would play out, but if the bastard was just going to stand there, smiling, then it was time to break out a bigger gun. He could stand there and eat a giant ball of reiatsu for all Renji cared.

The process of moving into Bankai did make him feel inordinately exhausted, but the giant form of Zabimaru made him suddenly feel more at ease. The snake's head was focused on the target, ready to strike.]

Last chance!

[hehsebamon]

[Hehsebamon does nothing but raise a hand, fingers loosely curled as if offering something to Renji. His shoulders tip forward, and he whispers.]

Hahnabeh kuht.

[His wrist twists two inches counter-clockwise. His eyes close. And the world moves on.]

[barkathemoon]

[Renji really notices none of this, already commanding Zabimaru forward. The giant snake hisses and opens its giant jaws, ready to snap close on Hehsebamon.]

[hehsebamon]

[And he does nothing to prevent this. Nothing more in any case.

The flesh of his shoulder is already knitting closed. He isn't concerned about damage he's already redirected.]