– @albinosin.
Even with his powers as affected by this city as they were, there was absolutely no doubt in Tensa’s mind as to when someone else he knew had showed up. He’d heard the talks, the rumours that people could come and go, that powers would be returned over time – but he’d experienced none of it firsthand. He had none of the answers for himself.
So when suddenly… suddenly, he could feel one of the other Zangetsus here, even if only barely, even if only faintly–
–well, it didn’t take Tensa long to find him.
Even with them both manifested here like this it seemed their connection was unsevered, given how little difficulty Tensa had in tracking the hollow down.
“–Zangetsu.”
Perhaps he had been here before. Perhaps he had been here for some time and only now was Tensa able to sense him. No matter the situation, the hollow certainly looked to be better off than Tensa was, albeit huffing around with some level of indignation. Nothing out of the ordinary.
That didn’t stop Tensa from closing the distance between them with a quick Shunpo, his hand shooting up to grab a hold of Zangetsu’s shihakushou fabric to tug the hollow down. His eyes narrowed as he gave his face a once-over, then his grip loosened and he took a step back.
“It seems to be you as much as it can be. Intriguing, how they brought you here as well.”
It’s easy enough to follow, that lingering trace of someone he was more than familiar with despite how faint it may currently be. Not as if it was unknown to him, how this world seemed to work. He’s seen it -- overheard, even -- how powers and strength and stripped away. Taken and kept. Yet, there seemed to be fortune on his side -- he kept all of his.
There’s an inkling of something in the back of his mind; a constant feeling of ‘you’ve done this all before’. But he can neither confirm or deny it. True as it may feel, partially, he can’t fully recall.
... but, if it won’t stick, he won’t worry over it.
Besides, there’s something that chooses to flash into his vision and pull him out of that small cloud of thought and cause already furrowed brows to knit together even tighter. Confused, at first, but hardly surprised once coming face to face with the holder of that oh-so-familiar spiritual signature.
‘ Zangetsu ‘ he hears, and holds half a mind to give a retort before the grip upon him falters and pulls away. Allowing him to pull himself back up, slowly.
“What, no ‘hello’ kiss while ya had me down there?”
The hollows joke is personally humored with a snort.
It wasn’t long before the jest is pushed aside with a crossing of his arms, eyes now trained downward a few inches to meet the blues of the other zanpakutou.
“Say it like that ya make it sound like my bein’ here’s a problem. Seems to be as much you, too, if that greeting was anythin’ to go by.” Irises of gold give a short roll, “ -- ya seem lighter, too. Not as fortunate to keep everythin’, huh?”