Harupia

Hmm...he could get these for a reasonable price there...it would give some extra kick to the recipe...then some of these herbs should present some interesting effects...and this powder would round it up quite nicely, and he could use some for his later experiments.

What was the scientist up to? Was he brewing some kind of chemical brew to get rid of his skin problems? Working on some kind of new weapon to fend of the pesky Hollow? Well, not at the moment, since ingredients for that type of creations couldn't be really found in the food market. Harupia's experiments were now concerned with...cooking. yes, cooking. The little tryst with the chocolate making Shinigami, as hectic as it was, did have another effect on him besides the itching and other weird famines that fell upon him... as he tasted the chocolates he couldn't help but to think how he'd make the flavor better. He always liked to think about a lot of things at once, judging the texture of the meal, its warmth, how it effected the meal... so he decided to give it a try. Some people did insist he should find himself a hobby.

He didn't really know what their problem was with him preforming his job and working on himself to do it better, but this seemed like a nice idea to do...other things. And it would have some practical usage, since if he would learn to create delicious cuisine, he would distract people from his...appearance with it. Somewhere down the line.

In the meantime, he slink-ed from stand to stand in the bazaar, browsing through the various foods,and quickly making his purchases before moving on. As hooded as he could be, he didn't really feel comfortable out in the open...but it was something he had to deal with everyday,so might as well face it, and hope no one really bothers him

At the same time, the unseated shinigami, Akato, wanders around the area, bag of apples in his hand, with his eyes staring at the ground. Despite how long he has been in the division, so far he has been unable to meet anyone, or do any work for the division. It had gotten to to the point where he barely spent time at the grounds, only returning when he needed to sleep. ”I’m tellin’ ya, buy some booze for the other guys, and you’ll get some buddies real quick-like. There ain’t a better equalizer than booze.” Closing his eyes, he shakes his head and starts muttering to himself.

”No thank you. I still remember that dream where we ended up as a woman and that sheep said to get a kiss fro-” In the middle of his conversation with himself, Akato walks right into Harupia, and he drops his bag to the ground. ”OH NO! Oh no, I am sorry, I am so sorry!”

Ahh, the good ole bumperoo situation...Harupia had to deal with such a situation a few times. But he was well prepared, all of his acquired goods nestled in a bag, secured by the maybe not very advanced, but effective tech of the knot. So the impact with another person did made him stumble forward, his shoulder hitting against the wall of some kind of food stand, but his groceries were fine.

Rubbing his shoulders, hissing out from the slight pain in an instinct he fought hard to rid himself of, he turned around towards the other men who took par tin the accident. Another Shinigami...Well, at least the risk of some commoner soiling his cloths was lower. Sighing a bit to himself, he waved his hand at the other person quickly saying "Its fine, Its fine...happens sometimes...", still rubbing the slightly sore shoulder

Fudari Shigeo stormed into the market area, barely aware of where he was; he was still quite annoyed over the trickery of the Onmitsukidou agents, and his inability to deal with said men's tag-teaming tactics. As such, he simply strode forward at a quick pace, people hurrying to move aside and casting dark looks and angry murmurs at his back. The fifth seat, however, was simply intent on reaching his division grounds and the training area therein, and remained largely ignorant of their grumbling.

Even with his preoccupied state, the towering blonde was brought to a halt by the sight of a...man?...covered in green scales and dressed in a shihakusho, waving away another shinigami -- this one more familiar, the new recruit to the Third Division. Making his way over to the pair, his gaze fixed on the scaled figure with obvious curiosity, he asked, "Is there a problem here...?"

Upon seeing the man rubbing his shoulder, possibly because he bumped into him, Akato continues to panic. ”Oh no, I didn’t do that, did I? I-” ”Fuckin’ hell man, shut up, calm down, and take a goddamn breath! This shit where you get panicky over everythin’ is getting old! Either calm the fuck down, or let me out, take your pick. Either way, you’re less of a pain in my ass.” Listening to Akuta, Akato takes a deep breath to himself, to calm down. ”You’re right, Akuta.” After apologizing, he turns his head towards Harupia, and addresses him directly. “I am sorry, I was in a rush, and did not see anything, are you certain that you are unharmed, and did not drop anything?”

Of course, someone bumped into someone and some burly giant oaf had to come in looking for a "problem"...these damn meat heads always looking for a goddamn fight... Ok, maybe Harupia's thoughts were a bit overexagerated, but he didn't like people butting in where they weren't needed...especially if they seemed intent on trying to look under his hood, which he pulled down deeper on his face while saying "I JUST SAID it was fine...lets just calm down and not start a brawl in the middle of a market people..."

Turning to the smaller Shinigami, who caused the whole mess, he shrugged as he said "I think I'm fine...a minor bruise if anything, doesn't feel like anything is broken. And I got all my purchases packed nicely so nothing dropped out..." while he felt up his bag just to ensure himself, as he said " Shouldn't you be more worried about those apples of yours?"

The towering blonde's visage darkened at the stranger's defensive and very curt reply. This is why I dislike interacting with others, he thought irritably, folding his arms over his broad chest. As the man began pulling his hood further down over his face, Shigeo frowned, stooping slightly in an attempt to see more clearly. "What have you to hide from me, stranger? Show your face, or at least give your name."

Just like Fudari-san had, Akato noticed the man pulling his hood down to cover his face. But while he was taking effort to pry further into his affairs, Akato simply knelt down to pick up the apples, hoping to keep from being noticed by the superior officer. ”Y-yes, well, a little dirt on food is not that big a problem. Just wipe it off, and it is all better. I have eaten worse, gleefully.”

”I’ll just keep my mouth shut for a bit, and watch you flip. Mr. five seat hasn’t run into you since our last meeting, has he, after all?”

Harupia turned to his side to counter the men's attempt to peer under his hood, speaking out in a slightly irate tone "Kaganashi Harupia, 4th Division 3rd Seat. Seeing how I don't see any strap around you're arm, I can tell you not a lieutenant of any of the other branches, and even if you were, I don't see any grounds for you invading my privacy. How would you feel if someone asked you to strip naked in the middle of the market for no apparent reason?!". He did not liking people prying about his looks. Otherwise he would be much calmer now.

Trying to keep a hold of his nerves, he turned to the other guy and said "Oh really?! Ill be taking a wild guess you came from outside of the wall's, right? Something I can relate to...Mind introducing yourself? Since I shared my name it would be a polite thing to o the same..." he said, quickly turning his hooded head towards the blond towering guy. He truly did hope stuff wouldn't get to heated...he just wanted to make some food for the King's sake.