Lurking amongst the confines of thickly casted shadows was Ubaga. Slowly, but surely the sun was setting and soon the land would be cloaked in darkness. It was within that time that he trekked the borderlands in search of a prey to hunt. In the rubble of an old run-down house were two adjuchas, scrapping it out for a small bird carcass. "Heh," smirks Ubaga in a low, hushed voice as he identifies the scrappers as two reptilians. Momentarily he leaves them to their business while he goes and rummages through the the broken down rocks of the neighboring building. It was within the abandoned pile of rubble that he finds an old rusty knife thats handle is barely intact, looked fairly good for a single strike. In his free hand he equips a nearby, palm sized rock and goes back to the scene. It seemed the two were still having a pissing contest, a lot of hissing, not really much attacking from either side.

It was when one of the two reptiles spits a goo onto the other that Ubaga raises a brow. It seems that when trying to move after being struck with the liquid, it acts as a binding agent, restricting the lizard to it's position. As the victor goes onto claim it's spoils, Ubaga makes his move. His slender figures manuevers from the shadows and he lunges down upon the distracted lizard's back, delivering onto him a reasonable strike upon the abdomen. Releasing a shriek was all it could do in it's final moments before dying out under Ubaga's knife. Ubaga shifts his eyes onto the bound Adjuchas, clenching the rock in his hand tightly. It is almost as if the Adjuchas could feel the tensity radiating off Ubaga because just as Ubaga meets the things eyes, it releases screech that was pitched high enough to cause Ubaga to stumble back. As he winces and covers an ear with his free hand, he chucks the rock awkwardly at the lizard and because he was currently being handicapped, his throw was not direct but still a success. It hits the ground directly in front of the reptile and barrels forward into it, clipping it just enough to cause it's screech to be halted. In the small window of time between that and it building up to screech again, Ubaga takes two long steps forward, ending with a wide set kick to the Adjuchas' face, breaking it's fragile neck and killing it on the spot.

Ubaga groans softly, rubbing his ear, "Annoying." He turns around and bends over to retrieve the firstly killed reptile, removing and discarding the knife he utilized to kill it. "At least I found some bait~" he chimes joyfully before heading out of the rubble and toward more intact area of the 4th.

And there was a wall, a cracked rugged, dilapidated wall. And on this wall was a man who was tall. And this tall man on the wall was clad in a shawl.

Work did slow down this time of year, ergo he had nowhere in particular to be. Nor did many others, ergo there was much hustling and bustling. And thus there was much noise outside the Watson residence, ergo Yoshiya decided to go to the quiet areas of the fourth.

His misanthropic tendencies had lead him to this dead land, perched upon this wall, resting in the cool air. He absorbed the air of death, and left himself to fate. If he lived he lived, if he died today, then he died. Not that he was being reckless or anything, he had a good vantage point up here, so it was unlikely that anything would see him. And it was fairly hard to reach him, yet easy for him to leap down to escape. Besides, he had his staff with him.

Still, the sun was setting, and the temperature was falling below what was comfortable. He guessed he would have to go home soon for dinner.

Through the shadowy cracks of the barely standing buildings are eyes that, while creepy, are but watchful. Sure, occasionally there would be one thug or rebel who would try something stupid, but every time one did it only displayed his battling prowess to the other might-be attackers. Ubaga was never much for brawling, but he sure did expirence scrapping. And not with just Humans, there were Hollow and even once, a Shinigami. As he makes way through poor excuse of a district, something develops in his mind. The thought came so clear and swiftly, like that of an arrow between the eyes. The idea however is raw and basic, it needs a little tweaking. See, unraveling so delicately within his mind, at first, was reconstruction, but because the percentage of investors willing to put forth the necissary funds for resources is so frighteningly low, it'd probably be a failed venture if sought alone or with the minimal help. That's when he begins adjusting the reconstruction for the reinhabitance of this land to the reconstruction of the defense this land provides. Surely that would interest more.

Deep down Ubaga knows that this land was lost to the Hollow, it was almost like the Rukongai's shield; an extended fence. There were few stragglers, mostly rebels, thugs and those that have cast off from society. Pretty much the voices of those that no one is listening to. Still, it wouldn't be right to swoop in and literally take them from there homes. That wasn't right and the very thought makes Ubaga cringe. Ubaga heads over to a broken down fountain, sitting on the one edge that was still intact. While his eyes remain vigilant, his thoughts remain the same. "I wonder how much gold it'd take just to move out the inhabitance." Ubaga began multiplying the lowest cost of rent against the estimated number of people living in the 4th. After obtaining that number he subtracts it from from the general funds, and then seperately fro mthe resources funds before giving a direct comparison of the latest two results. It seems both funds have sufficient funds, though as good as his math was, he still had to double check against other projects because the amount of gold within both of those deposits are constantly going up and down due to his cycle of projects.

"Well, if I can come up with the gold then I just might be able to pull this off." he says before fetching a jug of water dangling off the waist of his pants. Pressing the rim to his lips, he takes a small swig. After so he caps the jug and let's fall back to his side. "Hmmmm." he looks around. There was a lot of rubble out here. A lot. Like.. almost as if no one has thought to harvest it for reusage. Ubaga shoots up and down the street, noticing that a lot of the land was thick with the remnants of rundown and barely standing buildings. "Good ole Filbert would love to hear about this." he says in a low chuckle. he knew that most of this rubble was uneeded for the rebuilding of this land. But because this land was long ago cast away from the Rukongai and utilized as a borderlands, Ubaga intended to make it a true defense. It would serve as both a prison and battlefield.

Most people think that a Hollow can not be restrained with the normal binds used on Humans, such as trope, chains and the linke. However this was untrue. It was just an extremely delicate siutation. Back in his home land they would stalk, knock out and bring back bound Adjuchas. Restrain them physically and then peck away at them mentally. The tribe conducted expirements, tests, rituals, they even put curses on Hollow. On many occasions, only during their first attempts, there were Adjuchas that could escape the binds. But with increased efforts and having learned the hard way, they were able to contrust a multi-layer binding method that has since proven to be one-hundred percent efficient. But even with an acceptable method of inprisonment, there was still the need of why. Why would one want to capture and restrain a Hollow? Well for one: torture. One can easily argue that punishment for tresspassing and attempting to commit murder would be the swift, most commonly known approach of death. But what about a slow death? Then it hits him, while he's thinking of death. Why even kill them? They could serve a higher-lower purpose such as bait or target practice. He needed to dwell further on these thoughts and this was not really the time or place to do it.

Just when he turns down the next dirt path he hears a light hissing noice. It was faint and coming from behind him. He keeps his pace steady as to not alert a possible stalker, his right hand slowly slides upwards toward the talisman dangling around his neck. A sweat slowly breaks down the side of his face.

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still no comp, forgive my crappy spelling~ D:

Atop his perch Yoshiya heard a male's voice, mumbling about reconstruction or something. He couldn't quite make it out, but from his vantage point he did see the man wandering about in the open.

But then something spooked the man, and he clasped the necklace he was wearing. Unfortunately Yoshiya could neither see nor hear the source of the man's terror. He wouldn't act quite just yet, but he did get ready to move, planning the route he would take to get to him if he had to.

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As it's been a week without update, Dect is being exited in accorance with Activity Rules here. As those rules state, because he posted an absence and presumably has been incapable of posting for a week, he will not be docked points. However, it is to be noted that Box presence is grounds for waiver of Absence, so next time, it would be wise to update the absence thread when making an appearance.

Because only one other person was present in the thread, the thread is closed; points are as follows.

Ubaga - 2

Yoshiya - 2

Points added.