Dieter Monch-Quincy (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a1/Bleach_-_Dieter_Falk_Monch-Quincy_%28small%29.jpg), once called Fukusu by his friends, when younger, hefted his small plastic bag in his hands from the electronics store, slowing down as he passed the cafe and considering stopping to buy himself a drink.  As he slowed to a stop, he realized he was in the way of other people on the sidewalk, and excusing himself, he stepped off to one side, casually glancing about.  Working at the computer shop nearby in this neighborhood, he was aware of the abnormally high amount of oddly focused reiatsu, spiritual energy, in the area; as a result he had to constantly exchange the Ginto containers hidden inside his bracelet-shaped Quincy Bangles for empty ones.<em>Five of them full already</em>; not to mention the sixth always-full one he always carried in a pocket as a spare.<em>The rate they're filling up is definitely increasing.</em><br/><br/>He looked around, noticing the people who looked his way; he got plenty of looks for his hairstyle, but lately he had been getting the feeling that some of the people weren't looking at his hair... he kept trying to tell himself that people just liked his style, but--as a<em>Quincy</em>he was getting suspicious.  He rarely liked to ignore his instincts.  As he raised a hand to shield the lenses of his glasses from the sun's burning glare--he didn't need to wear them all the time, but he preferred it, especially recently--something seemed to pop out at him as he turned his head.  With the steadily increasing level of spiritual activity in Hamanatsu Town, he was able to stifle his surprise and attract little, if any, attention, simply because it had been happening so often.  His glasses, called<em>Seele Brille</em>by the Quincy, could quadruple the distance at which he could see spiritual objects and souls; he scanned the area before him from the hilltop and quickly located the spirit again.<br/><br/>A small child-ghost was crying, sitting on the ground and staring up at another man in the small road; his first thought was that perhaps the man had attacked the spirit, but he quickly saw otherwise--only adding to Dieter's list of questions.  He checked his back, right-side pocket, knowing his Quincy cross-and-glove were there, but feeling better now that he double-checked.  Still trying to remain casual, he started to look about for a convenient place to fire a Quincy Arrow from, just in case that young ghost was crying for the same reason the last ghost he saw was.  Almost regrettably, his eyes ended up settling, upwards, on the cafe's roof.