Dude.. That City is Flying

So today was a day like any other for the man known as Hisoka Setsuna. He was simply exploring for any signs of trouble, or any signs of Hollow activity, and it seemed mostly clear today. Strange as it was, the man would not dwell upon such minor details and decided to come to a rest and take a short break of his patrols, as he often did. There were two reasons for his often breaks, and the first one was just as important as the second one. The first being, he was a rogue of the Gotei. A shinigami who ended up with Hollow powers, known as a Vizard, and upon discovery of such a fact Hisoka decided to not return to the Soul Society. Whether he was assumed dead or a traitor was unknown to him, and as such Hisoka remained cautious. Though, ironically he still wore his Shinigami clothing so he wasn't exactly attempting to hide what he was from anyone. The second reason was that this man loved marijuana, but only the finest of kinds. So as he would sit for his break, the man withdrew a blunt of kush he had rolled earlier this very day, and would place it between his lips. Lighting the blunt with his linger, the man would inhale deeply as he pulled the potent smoke deep into his lungs. A small white fox crawled from within his robes and perched on his shoulder before speaking to him.

"You need to quit that stuff, Hisoka-kun. It messes with your focus."

Those were the words spoken by the little fox, and to anyone spectating the situation it would be strange indeed. The voice held by the fox was easily identified as a woman , and a sweet, caring, and thoughtful woman at that. Though to be exact the woman was Pandora; Hisoka's Zanpaktou spirit. That kind side she was showing was only one of her sides, and Hisoka was lucky to be greeted by such a mood. Though, after centuries together they usually got along pretty well unless Hisoka did something stupid enough to anger her. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, Hisoka would reply, "Eh, its fine.. Besides. it doesn't messed with my foc-- Dude, that's a fucking flying city." Contradicting his own claim of which he was about to make, Hisoka's focus was indeed broken though it was not caused by the weed. No, the cause was the gigantic floating city that had emerged in the clouds off in the distance from Hisoka's current position. He and Pandora would share a glance, both of which knew exactly what it meant. They were going to check it out, but of course Hisoka had to finish his blunt first.

Tossing the roach of the blunt, Hisoka would exhale the last cloud of smoke before vanishing in a swift shunpo, the little fox still clinging to his shoulder. Hisoka would soon arrive atop this floating mass of buildings and specialized.. Air.. Road.. Things. Anyway, it was a fucking city in the sky and it was bad ass. Hisoka would begin to explore this city and all its wonders of buildings, both big and small, some tall, some wide. It was an amazing site to behold, and Hisoka could only wonder what he would encounter. Though that being said, he did not drop his guard. Such a spectacle was sure to attract the attention of others. Pandora was present and ready as well, though she was actually present twice. Once in the form of the little fox perched still atop Hisoka's shoulder, and once on his back in the form of his Zanpaktou. And she in her fox form, served as an excellent lookout.