Games Without Frontiers [TBTP | Closed]

All he could think about was the crestfallen word from the patriarch of O'Donovan from his private telephone call. It was true that the Gabhine family were a nomad, but their Irish roots still bound into the earth of The Emerald Isle and sang to all the families - both noble or no. The stress from it all swayed towards the embrace of cigarettes.

The Quincy meeting prior had bothered him. Half dozen of Quincy popped up and the Welsh schoolgirl decided to make a stand. He was mulling over the words uttered from her rosy lips: Introduction, followed by fluff and then declaration. It was a soapbox moment and that annoyed Irvine the most - why on earth would you want to waste time? Why does her bratty opinion - he mulled onto this for too long. rustle of the chained and bound hollow stirred in volatile hunger caused the retired wrestler to respond. He could've chew the girl out if it wasn't for discovery of O'Donovan's capture

The park at night had always been a good place for gathering - after all the quincy having used it the prior night. Dimly lit and the night's clear, even the moon shared its shine.

'Easy there,' he spoke with a muted tone, 'it'd all be over soon'. The large hollow with a rabbit like mask wandered into the park looking for prey. Despite its size the fight was brief. He trapped the monster in a series of white chains, snaked and coiled from the earth - a technique of his. He had wondered if anyone would be coming tonight? He hated the thought of killing hollows but if any shinigami don't come, he'd be making hard decisions in the end.

'Come on, man,' he exhaled. Smoke swarmed from his lips. It was not like Irvine to be impatient.