Good day Sunshine [OPEN|TBTP]

What do you know? It wasn't everyday for the pro-wrestler to be leaning atop a high rise building. Back against the fence and eyes gazing out - it's a beautiful view to behold. The sun was setting, shades of orange streaked across the horizon and chilled orange flavoured sparkling water resting on his stiff hand. He hates to admit, but he feels like a high-schooler on his lunch break.

"Going to spook the other side of the world?" His gravelly voice reverbs against the can. He had long since forsaken alcohol - too miserable to consume, too difficult to get rid of. "Well shine on, sunshine," he followed it up with a raise of his can to the parting light, bleeding into the horizon and the darkness branching down from above. He finished the can and its empty content slipped back into his small icebox. His renewed muscular form flexed, leaning over to pick up a cold bottle of water.

His new business had been improving. He had good people employed and Quincy's rarely been seen. There's barely any dialogue or any action since the upstarts' meeting. Time moved on and he's found himself feeling heavy. "All talk and no action, huh?" Irvine mused. A thin white tube produced from the box, hanging from the edge of his firm fingers. If they're not going to do anything, then he will. The end of the tube dimmed a red glow, a mist of smoke expired outward and then discarded. It was a little invention he worked on: Sooner or later a small blip of shinigami signature will be sensed. This was his third attempt, the last two met with a smatter of hollow, a few small fries, nothing of concern.

With a twist of his cap from his bottled water, he heard an arrival. He only wanted to speak to Shinigami, but he spoke as if he addressed all races.        

"Good evening. I am here in peace."