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Post by Oboro no Kisuke on Feb 25, 2010 18:16:40 GMT 1
Kisuke raised an eyebrow at the friendly gesture shared between the two. 'Those two know each other...?' He wondered as he rolled up the scroll he was looking over, before pocketing it. Truth be told, he didn't know much about the other members, other than some of them could kick his ass eight ways to next week. That didn't matter however. All he was concerned with was finding a solid purpose in life.
'The main reason I joined this group...' Shrugging off the melancholy thoughts, the black-haired teen decided to make his presence known to the two shinigami that had arrived... Completely forgetting the fact that he had absorbed several of their kind in the past, and the ramifications it could have. "Quite a speedy return you've made, Shinigami." He said, looking in Ryoko's direction.
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Kiyoshi
Unseated Shinigami
Squad 8 Captain || Captain BEEEEES
Posts: 13
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Post by Kiyoshi on Mar 7, 2010 22:51:04 GMT 1
The boy rose with a start, sitting up quickly and reaching for his Zanpakutoh, and startling the poor squad member tasked with healing his wounds. Which, in retrospect, weren't many, he found when he came to his senses-- a few bandages lined his thin arms, patches of fur poking out beneath them. The top half of his uniform was off, only a small band of wraps around his abs. "...Nothing too bad... just a few scratches," he mused, lightly touching at the bandages with a ginger touch. But then why was I unconscious, he thought to himself, face twisting into a confused frown. And for that matter...
"Where... am I?" he murmured softly to himself, taking a moment to look at his surroundings. Lots of tables, most with injured bodies being tended to... was he back in the Seireitei? Everything was fuzzy before just now... but that didn't matter. He looked about, both for the familiar yellow-black sword missing from his person, and for anyone near enough to tell him what was going on...
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MidnightOverClouds
Unseated Shinigami
AKA: Saezuru Jiyuu, 8th Squad Vice Captain
Posts: 12
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Post by MidnightOverClouds on Mar 9, 2010 6:15:23 GMT 1
Saezuru groaned and stretched his arms up to the ceiling. Being a Vice-captain didn't use to be so tedious, but since the Eighth division's Captain had been injured, Saezuru had gotten saddled with all the paperwork (the lack of seated officers to shunt the work off on didn't help either). There was currently a stack on his desk that surely weighed more than the Soul Reaper did himself. It seemed that for every one set of papers he fought his way through, three more sets of forms and documents appeared on his desk, printed on red paper (or so he was told) which meant they were urgent and needed to be signed right away. Saezuru was not prone to violence, but he solemnly vowed to hunt down the idiot who thought it was a good idea to color code the Seireitei's documents and give him a severe ass kicking.
Saezuru gritted his teeth as a seated officer came in with another stack of papers, which, to Saezuru, appeared to be in an ambiguous shade of either red or green. Either they were urgent (red), or they were reports issued from the Twelfth division about new scientific findings (green). Surely, all this stress would send him to an early grave (not that he was particularly young, but surely he was meant to live another few centuries before dying, rather than dying the tragically early and undignified death of being smothered by an avalanche of paperwork). Of course, waiting for an attack from the Kyuuketsuki and its merry band of hollows wasn't easing Saezuru's stress. But that was all he could do for now, wait. And drown in paperwork.
How terrible. Saezuru thought, looking over the ominous stack with a look of profound dismay. It suddenly occurred to him that there were still members of the Eighth in the hospital, and that a good Vice-Captain would go and check up on them, to lift their spirits of course. And with that, Saezuru lept out of the open window of his office and off to the hospital in a flurry of shunpo.
edited for innaccuracy.
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Post by Juno on Mar 14, 2010 20:20:45 GMT 1
Juno pulled her hand away, almost reluctantly, and tucked it back away under her heavy blankets. She was at least satisfied that she wasn't dreaming. Hotaru was really there at her side sporting her trademark grin. It was a bit softer than usual, though. Much more caring than flirty and playful. Juno couldn't help but return the look with a weak smile of her own. But the tender moment was short lived. Soon, the medic shinigami from before was with them as well, asking all sorts of questions and giving yet another exam. He really seemed to take his job seriously.
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"That I have." Jin replied, still grinning that sickeningly cocky grin. She idly cracked her knuckles before turning and returning to her seat. She motioned for Tahoshi to follow before pouring yet another glass of sake for herself and another for Tahoshi. She set it down across from herself and leaned back, using an outstretched arm to keep herself upright. It was quite obvious that Jin was one for the casual, as shown by her very informal lounging during such an important meeting.
Chu returned to her customary position standing at Jin's right side, one hand atop the hilt of her sword, the other folded across her chest. Her head was bowed, though she was attentive. The ex-shinigami's eyes were narrowed, trained directly on her former Captain. She knew the man rather well and was almost certain he wouldn't try anything violent... but you could never be too sure.
"So. Your Vice Captain informed me that y'all need my help for something?" Jin asked before taking a sip of sake. "It's gotta be pretty damn big if you're resorting to "scum" and "brigands" like me and my men. What the hell is it? I want all the details."
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Post by Tahoshi on Mar 14, 2010 21:56:25 GMT 1
"It's really easy to get back to Seireitei... and I'm faster than I look..." Ryoko said, replying to Kisuke. She seemed to be looking at him, but her blindfold was still on, which always seemed to make people a little uncomfortable.
Tahoshi smiled at Jin, she'd barely changed. "xiao... You know I've never thought of you as scum or brigands... Did you ever wonder how you got out into the real world? I may have only been a cadet, but I was still strong enough to help you get out." He said, grinning.
"I didn't say that, Ryoko." he said in passing, before turning back to Jin.
"There's a powerful Hollow thats taken the lives of many Shinigami... summoned Menos directly into Seireitei, and threatens to wipe out the remaining weakened Captains. I know how strong you are, so we need your help to end this. This isn't Seireitei asking... This is me."
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MidnightOverClouds
Unseated Shinigami
AKA: Saezuru Jiyuu, 8th Squad Vice Captain
Posts: 12
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Post by MidnightOverClouds on Apr 1, 2010 14:40:33 GMT 1
"Captain!" Saezuru exclaimed upon walking into the room. He hadn't gotten the chance to visit any of the other wounded members of the eighth before a Fourth division medic had flagged him down. "I trust you're well?"
His young captain looked confused, eyes darting wildly about, trying to take in his surroundings. Saezuru shrugged off the strap on his shoulder, taking Kiyoshi's sheathed Zanpakutou by the blade end and offering out the hilt.
"The medics almost had a fit when I said that I wanted to collect your sword for you." Saezuru laughed, "But I figured that you'd want it straight away."
Saezuru was relieved that Kiyoshi had finally woken up. He hadn't been around when Kiyoshi was injured, but the medics said that he'd gone into some sort of coma due to severe head trauma. Kiyoshi's recovery might breathe some life into the eighth division's flagging morale.
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Xiahou_Zhidan
Unseated Shinigami
12th Squad: Captain of the Asylum
Posts: 24
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Post by Xiahou_Zhidan on Apr 3, 2010 22:21:27 GMT 1
12th Captain of the Technological Bureau, Xiahou Zhidan rubbed the small mask that covered where his left eye had once been. He looked up and down at the large suit of armour that was in front of him. Several bits of amour were littered around the room, along with other stranger things. His desk was a mess of experiments and strange equipment, a green haze filled the room.
He sighed heavily. "It's no use Fenriru" He said to his Zanpakutoh, a large horned wild furred black beast, with particularly unpleasant looking metal fangs and eyes that were simmering vortexes of darkness. Fenriru was wolf like in appearance but his back was covered with black scales and his tail was whip like and similarly scaled. "For the amount of protection this armour gives, it uses Reiatsu up way too quickly, somebody using it is in more danger from the armour than anything attacking them."
Zhidan shook out his very dark blue hair, tugging at it's curls. "Not one of your better ideas, Rollup Shinigami! enter into the armour of unconsciousness and fall into dreamless sleep!" Fenriru hissed mockingly.
"Hmm... maybe if I..." Zhidan began to fiddle with the inside of the armour, Fenriru's image dissipated.
One of Zhidan's unseated Shinigami slid the door of Zhidan's office-cum-laboratory to the sight Zhidan being flung across the room. There was a pile of molten metal where a suit of armour had previously been.
"Captain!" The Shinigami yelled. Zhidan got up from the pile of junk he was in. "Hrmm... well that was no good, no good at all, could be the problems are from basing it on Gigai tech... I hope not, then we'd have to start from scratch!" Muttered Zhidan.
"I guess the Deathguard armour is far from completion..." He then noticed his subordinate. "Ah, What do you think?"
The Shinigami was about to enter into debate when she remembered she had an important message to deliver. "Sorry Captain but we just received a message from a hell butterfly" "Call me Zhi, can't stand being called Captain." Zhidan said smiling. "Yes sir!... I mean Yes Zhi" The girl blushed. "Now what's this message?"
The female shinigami opened her left hand and a disheveled hell butterfly flew out. "This is Captain Hirako Tahoshi of the second squad"
Tahoshi... Tahoshi... Zhidan couldn't get the name to ring a bell... T.. t... Takoyaki? no those both began with t but there was no relation there... "I have something important to ask of your squad" The voice continued "but first I need to bring you up to speed on current events, as I expect you and your squad have been absorbed with research"
Xaihou Zhidan listened with increasing horror (and dismay that he had been unable to help) as previous events were laid before him...
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Kiyoshi
Unseated Shinigami
Squad 8 Captain || Captain BEEEEES
Posts: 13
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Post by Kiyoshi on Apr 5, 2010 1:00:49 GMT 1
"Ah..." The boy turned slightly, immediately seeming eased at the familiar voice; as he turned to see a vibrant flash of red hair, he smiled in relief in seeing his VC unharmed.
"Saezuru-san! Good to see a familiar face! And you even brought Dodonpachi..." He took the yellow-black Shirasaya gratefully, opening it just slightly to examine it-- everything about the blade seemed to be in order. "You know me too well... I was hoping they'd at least stand it by the door." He swayed his tails gently as he hopped up and stood, stretching with a slight yawn. It felt like it had been ages since he last moved, and his muscles and joints were stiff, fresh.
"Maybe now that I'm considerably less comatose, I can get some answers... what's the situation? Has anything new developed since the battle?"He frowned, scanning the wounded bodies-- they'd all be fine eventually, but something about there being one of his own out there in the crowd worried him... but he'd visit the rest of the 8th later. Right now, he needed details on what was to happen next.
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MidnightOverClouds
Unseated Shinigami
AKA: Saezuru Jiyuu, 8th Squad Vice Captain
Posts: 12
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Post by MidnightOverClouds on Apr 5, 2010 22:48:16 GMT 1
Saezuru snorted and shook his head, half amused and half irritated by Kiyoshi's formality. He sat on the edge of Kiyoshi's bed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Hmm, not much has happened since the second attack, after the Captain-Commander was killed and the rest of the 1st division was destroyed, the 2nd division enacted martial law. There's been no movement to choose a new Captain-Commander, or repopulate the 1st." Saezuru shrugged. "And, let's see, our fearless leader, Captain Tahoshi's plan seems to hinge on using the Captains and Vice-Captains as bait." It was clearly a feat of Saezuru's will that he was able to keep the derision out of his voice. "Oh! The 12th is still holed up in their barracks, not that that's anything particularly new."
Saezuru sat on the edge of the bed in silence for a bit, staring at the floor with his chin resting on his fist. "It's good to have you back, you know. It's been so...depressing around the barracks lately. It's hard to be my usual happy-go-lucky self when everyone is going on like you died or something. And, I was sure that I was going to be crushed to death by paperwork. Who was the genius who decided that color-coding all the documents was a smart idea? I mean, color blindness is pretty common, you know. You'd think that more officers would have the same problems I do." Saezuru shut his mouth as he realized he was babbling. He paused again, before standing and turning to face Kiyoshi.
"Is there anything else you need, captain?" He asked.
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Post by Juno on Apr 15, 2010 17:11:15 GMT 1
"You shinigami haven't done a thing to help me." She stated "Why should I risk the lives of my men to help? This Hollow that's plaguing you hasn't even shown his face around here." She tapped her fingers against the table "But if this beast is really as strong as you say, I doubt he'll ignore us for much longer..." She shifted in her seat, lifting her glass to her lips once more. "Anything else you can tell me about this bastard, Hirako?" The woman took another long drink "Ahh. I mean, if I'm supposed to make any sort of informed decision, I'd like to know exactly what I'm getting into."
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Xiahou_Zhidan
Unseated Shinigami
12th Squad: Captain of the Asylum
Posts: 24
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Post by Xiahou_Zhidan on Apr 17, 2010 23:41:08 GMT 1
Xiahou Zhidan marched down the labyrinthine passageways of the 12th's laboratories. His Reiatsu flaring with his anger and irritation, he wasn't a man given to angry outbursts, but given some of the things he had just heard... anger was understandable.
The subordinate trailing along behind him winced at the pressure coming from him. "Dead, dead, nearly dead, mind messed with, I get a bit absorbed in a project, and the whole of soul society goes to ruin!" Zhidan muttered. "Damn it!" he shouted, smashing a fist into the wall beside him. "I could have done something, but now, the old man is dead..."
"Sir..." The subordinate began.
Zhidan began to chuckle maniacally. "Reaper of Reapers eh, we'll see about that... yes... reap the reaper of reapers, I sure there's some interesting tests we could do on it..." Zhidan set off again with a sadistic smile plastered on his face. "It's gonna suffer for what it has done..." Zhidan whispered, his subordinate shivered.
Zhidan stopped in front of a large heavy door with warning signs all over it, that wasn't saying much, most doors had warning signs on them in the 12th's labs. Zhidan kicked the door in.
The researchers inside the room were mildly surprised, exploding doors weren't that uncommon, usually they exploded outwards though.
"Ah, Taichou-sama!" One of the researchers exclaimed, waving what seemed to be a collection of tentacles rather than a hand. "Would you like to see the current statistics?" he continued as Zhidan walked over to a strange console that was connected to a hideous monstrosity of pipes and mystic machinery.
Strange lights flickered and glowed from the depths of the mess that took up half the room. Some parts pulsed as if they were alive, they probably were. It produced a kind of nauseating feeling if you looked at it for too long.
Zhidan glanced over it a few times, it had come pretty far from when he last saw it. Lots of projects were ones that he had started and then lost interest in... or forgotten about.
Zhidan pulled a lever next to the console and the flickering glowing and pulsating stopped. The experiment was silent. Zhidan began to take it apart, then he stopped, remembering something.
"We have to set this up in the 4th's headquarters, Oh and put the whole division on alert, and get those bums at the Spiritual Wave Measurement Lab to go over the images from the recent battles... Don't know that those idiots have been doing until now!" he said to no one in particular.
Zhidan turned his head to one side, and scratched his chin. "Oh, yeah some sort of super evil super hollow has completely ripped us a new one, The Captain-Commander is dead..."
Zhidan pointed at the subordinate which had followed him. She squeaked in shock. "You were there when I got the hell butterfly's message, debrief the division" Zhidan commanded and went back to dismantling the experiment with gusto.
What the hell? I'm not even a seated officer! the poor woman thought. A sympathetic tentacled appendage patted her on the shoulder.
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Post by Tahoshi on Apr 18, 2010 17:49:01 GMT 1
"And finally, we know that he can absorb Shinigami, and gain their strengths." Tahoshi finished, after a lengthy explanation of what they knew, and of their encounters with Kyuuketsuki so far.
"If that still doesn't get you interested, then let me say this... Don't help for Seireitei's sake... Help me." He said, looking up at her the way that he used to when they were in Rukongai together.
"I can still see that look in your eye." He added, slowly gliding closer to her on his reiatsu. "The same look we shared the night we applied for the academy... lying under the stars."
They stared at each other, locked at each others gaze...
"We... I mean... I... need you."
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Kiyoshi
Unseated Shinigami
Squad 8 Captain || Captain BEEEEES
Posts: 13
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Post by Kiyoshi on Apr 25, 2010 17:46:15 GMT 1
"I should be fine for now, thanks," Kiyoshi murmured, running a hand through his hair gently. "Don't let the bandages fool you; I've only got a few scratches. It's good to know at least one person was worried about me..." He stretched again, wincing at how... well, new his body felt. Years of living with it in the afterlife, and his muscles all felt like they'd been completely created yesterday... was it all because of the fighting, or...
"Bait, huh..." Kiyo crossed his arms, shaking his head a little. "I don't like the sound of that, but at the same time, there's no way to sugarcoat it, I suppose." He looked back, tilting his head. "What d'you make of it all, Saezuru? This could be the type of thing the 8th needs to get our drive going. That, and it'll get you out of all that document-forwarding nonsense." He slid his sword back into the loop tied for it on his back, resting a hand on the hilt. "...But at the same time, I'm not gonna say I'm not worried about the outcome..."
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MidnightOverClouds
Unseated Shinigami
AKA: Saezuru Jiyuu, 8th Squad Vice Captain
Posts: 12
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Post by MidnightOverClouds on Apr 26, 2010 23:44:37 GMT 1
Saezuru grinned even wider, "That's surely good news, sir. You'll be able to return that much sooner." Kiyoshi's reiatsu pulsed at the edge of his consciousness, a familiar presence that the Vice Captain had been missing the last few weeks.
"I don't know, sir." Saezuru paused, tilting his head to the left and putting one hand on his hip in thought. "There's no way to be certain that the beast will fall for it, or that we'll be able to fight and kill it. It may just suck us all dry, and where will the Seireitei be then?" He paused again. "But surely, Captain Tahoshi has weighed that risk against the danger of the beast attacking again."
Something about Tahoshi made Saezuru uneasy. The captain's confidence was an uncomfortable reminder of Saezuru when he was younger. His plan seemed rushed and ill thought out to Saezuru. But there is no other way. We need more information. Where's the Twelfth's genius captain when you need him? Saezuru's face darkened in thought as he chewed on his lip.
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Xiahou_Zhidan
Unseated Shinigami
12th Squad: Captain of the Asylum
Posts: 24
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Post by Xiahou_Zhidan on Apr 27, 2010 22:40:30 GMT 1
They say if you speak of the devil, he will appear.
Well nobody had spoke of Zhidan as such, but it's the thought that counts. Xiahou Zhidan looked about the 4th's headquarters, his subordinates were beginning to unload the equipment, the parts of the Spirit Masker(as Zhidan liked to call it).
"Hmm... all these injured people will make setting up kinda difficult" He pondered aloud, "What are they all doing here anyway?"
Zhidan scratched his chin.
"Oh... this is the infirmary... isn't it?" He shook his head in dismay, "man we can't set up here..."
A grin sprouted on Zhidan's face, it wasn't the sort of grin a sick or injured person should have to see. "...But if we do set up here, it'll be hard for enemies to find our wounded! perfect! Oh and when they do, hidden among the truly injured will be uninjured shinigami and captains, made to look weakened and wounded!"
Zhidan began to laugh. "Bandages! I must find bandages! Bandages!" he shouted as his men tried to set the Spirit Masker up.
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