Late in the day in a small tavern on a hill in the countryside of Brazil, the bartender was surprised to see two foreigners stride in through his doors with jaunty familiarity, and make their way to a table with a fine view of the village. Their dress was outlandish in the extreme, and they were laughing and joking loudly in a language which he had never heard before.
<"Bartender!"> the darker of the two managed in passable Portuguese, "<"Two flagons of your finest local brew if you please!">
How... archaic, mused the man, as he went to the barrel.
"I'm telling you, Jyuu, you're going to love it," said Shunsui with some enthusiasm, as the two sat down.
"You always tell me that," said Ukitake mournfully, as he removed his long white coat, and carefully folded it.
"Yeah, but check out that sunset."
The two watched for a while as the blazing clouds hugged the horizon closer and closer. Ukitake smiled and relaxed a little, and Shunsui put his straw hat upon the table.
"So whom did you invite?" asked Ukitake, with a faint note of apprehension in his voice.
"Oh, you know. I just spread the word. Figured anybody interested would drop in."
"Right," murmured Ukitake. "So you basically told Matsumoto-san and hoped the rest would follow?"
"It's been an effective battle-plan for the last century. You can't ask me to quit now, Jyuushii."
Ukitake supposed he couldn't really fault Shunsui for expecting people to listen to Matsumoto-san. She certainly had notable... assets.