IF KARIN DECIDED TO TELL GIN ABOUT HOW HE WAS DUBBED AN 'OKAY GUY' IN HER MIND, HE MIGHT'VE LAUGHED HIS ASS OFF -- or something like that, at least. It still amused him to no end that others flocked to him when he could very well still, on a whim or on command, see himself at peace with lopping their heads clean off their shoulders. The duality of being nice and playful even with the same people Gin had been content to hunt down and kill ---- it sometimes didn't sit right with him, like one or the other part of him was the true self and the other side of things was just an act. Was he really good, or was he simply good at pretending to be good?
Sometimes that question haunted him. The restlessness of good behavior, the uncertainty of whether or not he'd snap, somehow, like a beast with a trigger. Even now he had to idly wonder whether or not he'd care if he got her somehow accidentally killed. Well, Rangiku wouldn't be too happy with him ---- and neither would Ichigo, certainly, but he dealt with the boy in battle twice and he'd do so again if need be. That all said, he wasn't feeling particularly negligent or murderous -- so the likelihood of something befalling the young Kurosaki currently under his wing was low, even as he opened the Garganta and stepped inside after allowing her to shoot a quick text.
There was no reception within the liminal space between worlds or within Hueco Mundo itself when one attempted to text a recipient within the World of the Living, so it was best for her to do that now. He swayed within that ripped portion of the air, the mouth of the Garganta patient and waiting, the darkness that resided within near-swallowing were it not for the pale haori on his back and the beaming brightness of white reiatsu-enforced flooring spawned beneath his feet.
His grin reached pre-Winter War levels of strength at the inkling of a threat thrown his way; she wanted to use his head for target practice, is that it? Cute, he'd seen how Quincy worked and determined that his best anti-Quincy move of disarming them was a quite literal take on the matter -- Ulquiorra had it right, after all. Can't draw a bow if they were missing that arm, no? He'd have to teach her about that very clear and present weakness, archery was a two-handed ordeal, she needed to realize that the moment she had her phone in her hand -- or something else within her grasp -- it set her back several seconds worth of vital time in drawing her bow, something that could cost her severely.
❝ Ah, I wouldn't dare leave ya there, wouldn't wanna cause ya to hit somebody else after y'miss my head. ❞
He figured she couldn't regulate her reiatsu enough to walk on air, yet -- or within the abyss of the Garganta he stood inside of now. Hence why he took the lead, awaiting her with a slow and fluid step forward which materialized more pale white flooring beneath them both.
❝ I ain't a maniac like Urahara Kisuke, I know how to aim these. ❞ Senkaimon and Garganta alike, yes, Gin could be very precise when he wanted to be, which was why Aizen seemed so perturbed when Gin's Senkaimon spat them out far away from the true Karakura Town. Intentionally, of course, to delay his destruction of it and get him alone in transit, but he played it off as a mistake from those Sweeper shenanigans within the Dangai.
The tunnel wasn't too terribly long, either -- a quick trip through the swimming blackness around them had Gin stepping out onto the sands just outside of the Menos forest Tousen once oversaw. He figured he could start big ---- in terms of target, at least, and see how Karin's skills were from there on whether or not to lure out smaller more nimble Hollow from the depths of their hiding places throughout the surrounding dunes.
❝ -- aaaaaalright, before we head in there, a few pointers; Menos're weakest if ya hit'em between the eyes, that's usually th' truth with everybody and everythin' -- but y'fire anyplace else on'em and they can jus' deflect it or regenerate th' damage dealt. So y'wanna aim for the head. ❞
Smiling, Gin turned to face her, a playful tilt of his head to one side. Behind him, past the sharp rock structures and deeper into the cavern they were placed before, the guttural howling and wails of dozens of Menos Grande echoed and mixed into the dry, desolate winds that billowed through the reinstated captain's haori and the empty black sleeve at his right.
❝ Let's see those scary headshots y'threatened me with, eh? Then maybe I won't leave ya stranded here. ❞
The kicker? The Menos within recognized Gin the moment he stepped into their domain, curious akin to semi-domesticated wild animals recognizing the keeper who fed them once upon a time. The howling lowered into more of a cooing sort of sound, ringing against the jagged rocks and darkness they huddled within, towering beasts and gnashing masked mouths not knowing what to do with this Shinigami who was once their master. Did Menos have a concept of double-crossing, did they know he'd see them slain now?
Karin was their executioner, not him, and thus they waited, they watched, they even so much as loomed forward toward them both with their lanky cloak-esque figures, pointed noses sniffing, and piercing red eyes aglow, curious, curious and so stupidly unaware. Only when her bow was drawn would they reel backward and lash out in retaliation regardless of Gin's presence beside her.
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