[Set in the wee hours of the morning of the 8th, when it's still quite dark.]
[The NV comes on with a jolt, clearly unintentional. It skids along the ground, giving a view of what caused it to fall. Though it's dark out, the street lamps give enough light to see the blade of a sword lash out and bat aside an incoming monstrous body with its flat. Hitsugaya comes into view, pushing himself to his feet. His face looks obviously grim and annoyed, but even more obvious than the grim annoyance is the bright stain of blood on the side of his white haori.]
[When he speaks, it's obvious that he's unaware that the NV has turned on, as he's addressing no one but himself.] Damn it. What the hell?
[There's a beastly roar nearby, gradually getting closer, and he heads offscreen to intercept it. Sounds of combat briefly fill the air, along with the odd muttered curse.]
[OOC: So.
Death becoming mortal is messing with Hitsugaya's powers. He's not hurt too badly, but still. Any reply from him will come about four or five minutes after the fighting sounds stop, since it'll take him that long to realize he's dropped the NV and find it.]