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[ the video reveals an older man, thin nearly to the point of being skeletal, dressed sharply in a black suit and with his black hair slicked back. he's sitting neatly on a bench somewhere under a street-light, surrounded by the darkness. he seems comfortable enough with it, though-- it suits him.

there's a silver-headed cane propped against the bench beside him, a drink in a paper cup next to his thigh, and he's balling up the foil from what looks to have been some kind of chili-dog. there's no telling how his device is propped up, because it simply seems to be hovering in the air.

he finally glances up at it, black eyes strange and somehow terrifying despite his relatively harmless appearance and mild expression. long fingers curl around the cup and he takes a sip through the straw before seeming to settle on what he wants to say, his words deliberate and tone even, hinting at no particular emotion beyond perhaps the faintest trace of annoyance. ]

Well. So much for the star that I was rather occupied with. How is it I wind up on this dismal little planet so often.

[ he licks his thumb, setting aside the foil. ]

I suppose I could blame it on a certain significant other--[ chuck, he's looking at you. 8| ]--being rather himself. Or the Winchesters, perhaps, given their remarkable lack of self-preservation as a family. Or the little winged children bickering so much.

[ a pause, gaze lifting again, intense and disturbing. ]

Well. Shall we all coexist peacefully, then, or will I need to turn someone over my knee?

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I was, quite briefly.

[ a long, even, unblinking stare. this isn't one of his reapers, but-- nevertheless, he's a reaper. in a way, that makes him one of death's regardless of what reality he's from. ]

.. One of mine, I take it.

[That gets him a very calm slowly arched eyebrow. It's slightly incredulous, because, what?]

One of yours?

I'm not so far removed from Earth that I don't recognize a reaper, even from some other reality.

You are familiar with Shinigami?

[Now you're interesting. Which isn't a bad thing because he's aloof and arrogant with everyone. Even those he respects.]

[ a slightly arch glance, lifting his cane and using it to gesture to the video. ]

You already know that I am. If you stop to consider it, I think you'll realize precisely what I am.

[A moment, before it sparks in his grey eyes. Though, he does nothing save incline his head just slightly. A sign of respect.]

I am unfamiliar with you in this persona.

Yes, I imagine so. I wear it for convenience alone.

[ a thoughtful pause. ] .. An introduction is in order, I believe?

[Another incline of the head. And you actually get the entire thing:]

I am Kuchiki Byakuya, taichou of the Sixth Division of the Gotei 13 and 28th head of the Kuchiki Clan.

[ my, what an organized group of reapers these are. ]

A pleasure, then, Byakuya. [ honesty, because reapers are reapers regardless of where they're from. ] .. Quite a title.

[Only from Death would he accept such familiarity.]

Well earned.

[Simple fact, nothing more.]

[ which is good, since death is familiar with everyone. ]

Indeed, I suspect so. I must admit to being somewhat curious about your organization.

[It's also that little OUTRANKING thing. A tiny thing really.]

I will endeavor to answer your questions.

[Meaning there are some things he will not answer. Not over an open network, anyway.]

Over tea?

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