The Beast Arrives

Thu Dec 04, 2014 1:52 pm

Today was a regular evening, the messages had been delivered. Tenth Division was getting a new Captain today, someone who came form the Unabara. Some called him the Heir to Tsubasa's sword styles. He was known to lead the Unabara Clan as well, but little else was known about the mysterious new Captain. Many rumors were moving around the Division about him being some giant monster. That Tsubasa just took a liking too, many of the Unabara family found it rather amusing. His name was Tetsuya Unabara. Not many knew his name was really Tetsuya Tachibana, but adoption does change ones name. The Tenth Division was asked to gather in the room to meet him, he had a mission for the Squad to go over. They had a dangerous task but first it was time for them to meet the man who'd be taking over where Captain Neviah left off. Both of them had family from Zero Division, each had a father who's legacy was impressive. Tetsuya's eyes were serious and fierce, something about them seemed stone cold. It was like looking into the eyes of a demon much like Tsubasa when he came into his own. Tetsuya's ruthless looking orbs scanned the area as he walked calmly too his new job. The White haori fit him well, many had worn this very haori of importance. Captain Neviah, Captain Hitsugaya, many others had dawned the mantle of Tenth. The Unabara Head wearing it was a tad unexpected, the family were skilled and in some cases masters of deception and killing. It wasn't hard to figure out which one he was good at, his reiatsu was massive. Tetsuya had a huge amount of spiritual pressure and reiatsu that he gave off. His frame entered the room, the mumbling and talk came to a halt. His eyes scanned the room as he walked to the front of it. Black eyes with a dark black hair were his features, the male turned and faced the room. He took in each person, sizing them up and measuring them. Tetsuya had a very intimidating presence. He closed his eyes for a moment, his eyes looked for the Lieutenant and Third Seat.

He'd heard about them and had desired to see what the fuss had been about. He knew little background on both, the mission would require skill and tact over most things. "My name is Tetsuya Unabara, I currently lead the Unabara in day to day activities. I'll be taking over the duties for Captain Neviah, we have been given a Mission for tomorrow. The Captain Commander saw fit to release all the prisoners of the Maggots Nest. The result has been escalating over time, we need to recapture if possible the escaped convicts..If not we are to kill them." Tetsuya was formal in some ways, his posture was relaxed and yet something about it seemed to carry a weight. Tetsuya had taken Tsubasa's place not something anyone else would do in sometime. He didn't have the same way of handling things, his Zanpakutō was placed neatly on the right side of his sash. "I will participate in this process, if you have any questions speak freely." Tetsuya's eyes looked at the room, his presence seemed to command a silence. But perhaps that's why Tsubasa chose him for this task, he had his own journey however. His master had finished his journey and made his mark in many ways. It was time for Tetsuya to move forward and show this Gotei 13 it's teeth were sharp. His eyes scanned the room over, he looked at them. Silence was all he got, till a single hand went up. It was something simple as his eyes reacted to the motion. His gaze shifted to the unseated member who had the question. The question was about a topic of interesting nature. "Will anyone else be participating in the mission Captain?" Tetsuya listened calmly and very rationally as the question was asked. " No, each Squad will be handling different areas. We are to handle a couple districts of the Rukongai and some of human world for them. Their should be little interaction with the other Divisions for this particular mission." He answered the question, the room seemed to relax a bit it.

"Dismissed, Seated Officers remain so I may speak with you." Tetsuya said calmly, he smiled softly as it looked almost invisible on his face. He'd done well with this first meeting he supposed. He wasn't one for all this chat, Tetsuya more let his actions in the field show things. He would let a seated officer handle the matter of living world. That required an investigation of sorts, if they didn't wish to do so. It was fine he could have his families spy master look into the situation fully. His eyes closed merely waiting till it was only he and the seated officers within the room.

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Mon Dec 08, 2014 12:37 am

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It had been sometime since Eliah had decided to return from her leave of absence within the Gotei 13. After what had happened within Soul Society numerous people requested time out of the Seireitei to recuperate gain their strength back. However, upon coming back Eliah came across the disturbing news of her Captain leaving, or vanishing, or being kidnapped. She wasn't sure on all the details, as she was never much a listener from the start, but all that mattered was that Neviah was no longer in the Soul Society. As such, Eliah wished to fix that.

It was an uneasy feeling that had come upon Eliah's cold, clammy skin as the man walked into the room. Eliah was seated in a rather relaxed position, but as what looked to be her new captain, based on his kimono, she fixed herself up a bit. Running her hands through her hair and readjusting her pins she came to attention for one reason or another. There wasn't anything different about the man that stood before her, she just was out of sorts from not being around for some time. That being said, she felt the need to be a bit more uptight to make up for lost time.

Tetsuya Unabara, oh boy. The apple definitely didn't fall to far from the tree on this one. Image aside, he seemed to be the exact embodiment of Tsubasa. Not that Eliah was exactly a fan of Tsubasa, either... or anyone for that matter. She liked the idea of being under Neviah, just for the fact that the two were so close. Having anyone else as her Captain just kinda makes her days like what they used to be: boring.

The Captain was very upfront and blunt with what he wanted to be done, and wished for it to be done yesterday. This caused Eliah to roll her eyes and slack her position of attention. She looked off to meet eyes with another individual that she recognized, but never got the time to make a greater acquaintance with, then dragged her eyes back to the Captain. He answered the one question that was asked and then dismissed all but seated officers, provoking another eyeroll from Eliah. She could only imagine that this was going to be some uptight peptalk about how they are the roll-models of the Division and must set the standard, blah blah blah. As far as Eliah was concerned, the Maggots Nest was a waste of space anyway, just kill them and get it over with. No point in letting people live to contemplate what they're going to do when some crazy shit does go down and everyone ends up getting out. Hell, she was surprised that Soul Society hadn't come to mass chaos since then.

The seated members stayed back and Eliah placed her hands to her hips and used her right hand to gesture a downward wave as she spoke. "You're quite the charmer, aren't ya? Well, at least you didn't drag this out to anything too long... It's been a real pleasure, but can we cut the chit chat and get on with all this? I would like my way to a pub later tonight if that is possible." She questioned not even extending a bow to her Captain or an introduction to let him know who she was. She was certain it was not of his interest either way. First impressions were always Eliah's strong point. Let them know you're not so great from the beginning and when you do something right you'll get high praise. That's how she saw it at least, and so far so good...

Mon Dec 08, 2014 2:46 am

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Yaaaawn! As usual, the bright sun of Soul Society never keeps itself at bay to wake someone up when its light cracked into the barracks of the 8th Division, potentially the light quickly shorten its distance between a young man and the open window before it took its opportunity to shoot right against his eyes, forcing him to start up his tiring body from its deep slumber and eyes peeled open to see the light of the day. Grumbling from the middle of the day, he couldn't help but to sit up from his bed and rub his eyes like a little child he was, nothing to take back, nothing to move in. Just the same as always, his only black t-shirt and a pair of white pants was worn on his body, and reaching out for his seemingly white hooded jacket, when worn by the young man, it looks fairly thick to bring in the heat, but since that it was the only clothes he could feel comfortable in, one thing to say, each of these clothings have their own unique symbol that clearly represents himself to the world around him. Hair as thick as the bushes, and white as the snow, violet eyes that can make his stare looks like he's a serious young man, his left eye only left a trademark as it glows even during the day, moving would only leave a smoke-like violet trail of light. Interesting enough, this was a phenomena that may have been induced by his cyberbrain. Fairly enough to guess, this young man is Hisao Yazaki, an adopted son to the Yazaki household and currently, one of the members in the 8th Division is one of his sisters, clearly an annoyance for him when he left the household with his pathetic goodbyes. Seems like its karma for leaving them so quickly when he taken care of by his 'saviour'.

Hisao soon hid his face by covering it under the hood of jacket, it was to prevent others from determining his appearance and possibly looking his data up, and of course, not to make too much of a name for himself as well, only to keep his face from visibility of others, and only his pair of violet eyes and his lips was visible for sight. Picking up a piece of paper from one of the wardrobes, if you don't know about it, it was a mission that Hisao took not too long ago and assigned himself into the mission since this was to arrest or even kill one of the convicts. Interestingly, he previously detained one of them and had an interesting ability. Probably when he fights one of the many convicts he could research their abilities as well. Probably, it won't be a big deal for a 5th seated member of the 8th Division to have only detained one of the prisoners that escaped from the Maggot's nest, namely Tamari whom had given herself in soon and is currently under the supervision of the Gotei 13 from further escape when Hisao himself intervened. He took a quick sprint across each Division before arriving at the 10th Division and entered the room where just about everyone had gathered. Considering himself to be late when the only thing he heard upon arrival was asking the seated members to stay, his steps would soon came into halt before stopping a couple of meters away from the Captain. Of course, being late was not an option for a mission to capture all of the escapees of Maggot's nest, but for him, it was hardly something to care than expanding his research on more outstanding abilities among them and being able to know the reason why they ended up there. Captain Commander sure do love to have people escape from their prisons, does he? Sarcastic enough, Hisao lowered his head with a grin across his lips and spoke in a respectful tone upon the commander's presence, while keeping a minimum sarcasm behind his words.

"I apologize for being late. I hope i didn't miss anything too important other than having the seated members to stay."

Leaving a few seconds for the Captain to finish anything he is about to say at that point, Hisao would continue his words at rest wihout too much to mind about, "The name's Hisao Yazaki, one of the seated officers of the 8th Division who is participating in this mission, pleased to meet cha', Captain-san.". His eyes took a glance at the female who seemed very.. well.. not too interesting to care too much about anyway, wihout needing to greet, bow or anything to even make any type of contact with her per say, he walks right past her with his eyes turned back foward to where he is walking, head tilted downwards and hands in his pockets. He doesn't involve himself with anyone that isn't related to him nor would he even care to trust.

With a grin on his face, Hisao would keep himself mixed amongst the seated officers before sitting down in the group, his head tilted down and obviously, was not facing at the captain himself too much. He doesn't let his eyes see too much of these faces, rather, he keeps his ears open and pick every word he was about to say. Hisao doesn't like to take chit-chats and meetings too seriously since to him, they're just a bunch of words to say but never had been done. Anything important he needs to listen? He'll just remember that specific part and keep it locked in his head for use, otherwise, other things about participations and whatnot wouldn't be paid too much attention about for him.

Fri Dec 12, 2014 4:48 pm

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(OOC NOTE: If Kyle has a problem with me posting ahead of me, then I can remove the post if needed. I am replying to this thread since I signed up for the mission and didn't see his in it. I am assuming he has nothing written up and am proceeding with the post. Hopefully I don't cause conflict.)

Oooooh, is it mission time already, nye?

Those were the first words to come to the mind that belonged to the current holder of the Zaraki title: Miss Ibiki Suika. Lounging in her barracks without a care in the world, the "Gentle Giant" overheard the all-points bulletin issued for some type of colossal mission stemming from the Tenth Division. They had the ample desire, passion and manpower to track down, kill and eliminate the threats to the Soul Society that brewed from the actions of their Captain Commander destroying The Maggots Nest.

Munching on her chips and devouring bottle after bottle of hardened liquor, The Oni-Captain rubbed her chin in a curious manner and a puzzled chain of thought soon began to ensue within the depths of her mind. There hadn't been much interaction between herself and the current leader of the Thirteen Court Squads: Iriko Crow. However, based upon the information The Devil Shinigami possessed, she could determine that this man seemed to one radical figurehead for their people.

This conclusion of Iriko's, quote-on-quote, "radicalness", came about from actions such as wanting to co-exist with the ever-lasting threat of demonkind. Somehow, through one diplomatic means or another, the male had soothed the Heart of The Demon God and thus forged a ceasefire between their people with the calamitous conclusion of the holy-war waged in Khala's wrath. While there had been individuals whom took action of their own accord, The Captain's intentions screamed for peace and understanding between the organizations enemies; a trait that Ibiki found rather peculiar and never before seen in any Captain Commander; yet alone regular Division Leaders.

So as these thoughts spiraled and spiraled around the walls of The Zaraki's mind, she was conflicted on just how to feel. Following Demonic Incursion, The Devil Shinigami did indeed see demon's in a new light from the writings her Captain Commander made about them, but there was still a hatred in her heart for the damage that had been done to her home and people. And watching the questionable actions that took place following the destruction of The Maggots Nest, there was a certain suspicion in Ibiki's train of thought that the male was perhaps too intoxicated on Demon Blood.

Therefore, summing these thoughts together, The Eleventh Division Commander saw fit to live up to her title, make a move of some kind and enforce some brutal beat-downs to otherwise vent off some steam. After all, following the concluding strife against The Former Captain Commander in their bout, the woman still felt baffled that Tsubasa decided to step down and let his children handle the work of the Gotei 13.

In a way, it made her feel rather disappointed in the male's actions; but she'd not let those feelings get in the way of her dream and ambition of somehow bringing forth her own radical dream of mending the damage done to the Thirteen Court Squads and bringing about a brighter day for both her squad and the Soul Society. If Tsubasa wasn't going to put his blade towards that path, then Ibiki would use both of her fist to make up for that sword long since lost to the hells of The Demon God's wrath.

Thus, arising forth from her white mattress on the floor, the blackened blankets that concealed the Captain's bare body were removed and she'd prepare to deal with the audacious task ahead of her on this rather dangerous day. Tapping her horns and chuckling in a soft tone to herself, The Oni Shinigami would remember that couldn't put on or take off clothes like other people of her race with those two knobs sticking out of her head.

Henceforth, from The Zaraki's specialized kido, a low-level custom spell went into effect around her body. Enveloping it in a purple radiance, the garments of The Suika soon became to come into view. First, a tattered pale pink blouse and a pair of fluffy-pink panties materialized over the lower portion of her body; with a duo of black boots laced together with red ribbons and white puffy socks following shortly after. With another burst of dazzling light, a long purple and pink colored skirt unfolded itself around the midsection of Ibiki's body. And as the sounds of shackles echoed into the room, so to did a belt with numerous chains and accessories hanging from it emerged around the The Devil Girl's waistline. The most notable of these accessories being a a red triangle, a green cube and an orange sphere, and a pair of metallic-appearing shackles around Ibiki's wrist that were attached to these three objects.

Lastly, a purple gourd with numerous seals drenched in reddened ink came to find itself in the right hand of Ibiki. With one hardened chuck, the sounds of liquid rushing down The Menacing Devil girl's throat were audible and she'd have her fine-share of booze to deal with the trying day ahead of her. For as a spoofy amber-bow appeared around her ginger-hued hair, Ibiki tied the lower portion of it that extended down to her waist into a white ponytail-wrap and prepared to step forth from her darkened room and into the warm, basking glow of the day's sunlight.

In slip, in a flash and in a hurry, The Menacing Devil Girl took flight and darted throughout the transitions of barracks between the eleventh and tenth to get a quick workout in. Looking back on things, it was quite the amazing sight to see that the size and distance of the Thirteen Divisions of the Seireitei could house millions of spirits; expanding to lengths that could be comparable to mammoth sized cities greater than New York, New York itself. All of the countless buildings, spiraling outlands and construction was impressive to see from the heights she sored to.

As the nimble speed in which The Zaraki Girl's small-framed possessed could be better gauged in real-time. For all of these sights occurred in blurs and spurts to the average person, but Ibiki's vision and perception took it as a long road-trip. After all, moving levels above mach speed required control, precision and a balanced state of mind; lest the woman desired to be a splatter of blood and guts against a stone wall. Ergo, with this synchronization of mind and body, she'd enjoy the sights of the Seireitei mendings its wounds from the god awful invasion of demons it suffered not too long ago before finally arriving to the meeting hall of The Tenth Division Captain.

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Then

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"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING!"

With one one celebratory holler, the cheery aura of The Zaraki smashed into the room that was filled with tension, death and the utmost of seriousness. It caused those who were scared silent by the Unabara's pressure to break free and become filled with emotions. Some were baffled, others felt giddy, a few were quite suspicious, but the general consensus was that the Captain was most indeed welcomed. For who better than a Zaraki to assist on a mission that included beating the ever living tar out of those who threatened the sanctity of the Gotei 13?

So as she hummed, skipped and pranced her way to the front of the manor where her fellow ally-in Captain Arms would await; Ibiki snapped her fingers and called forth the power of her customized kido to begin forming -- cups. Every shinigami in the room received a cup and these cups would be filled with only the finest of alcoholic delights. Power radiated from them, yes, but an overwhelming sense of tenancy and spirit were meant to pull and captivate the bewildered audience to have a drink.

"You all look dead, so have a sip of The Zaraki's booze! I promise you'll be revved up and ready to deliver pain to the baddies awaiting us!" In a lively and bright tone, the chipper voice of The Devil Girl bounced off against the walls and a stronger atmosphere of relaxation, certainty and morale were intended to be reflected within the energy Miss Suika's willpower produced through her reishi. Enough to get these men flared up, believing in their own strength and ready to tackle on the day with a grin, a laugh and a sense of determination forged by the unity of the banner they fought under. That banner, of course, being the Gotei 13.

And, on the subject of bonds, a particular spiritual energy brought forth The Zaraki's attention: Eliah Tsundora. Upon seeing her, thoughts of sadness and despair ached at her heart; for she'd remember the fact that their sister, Neviah Clixx, had been long since considered MIA. Judging from the stories and, how she herself observed Eliah around Neviah, this lost must've been especially hard on the Shinigami to bare. So while Ibiki indeed wanted to cry and mourn the disappearance of her friend, now wasn't the time for that. Thus, instead, her feelings would be channeled into a warm and loving hug as she embraced Eliah from behind and rubbed her sapphire hair through her hands.

"You have plans for the pub? Well count this Captain in! " Snickering with glee behind every word, the overflowing wave of optimism radiating from The Devil Girl's essence was meant to bathe Eliah. By cleansing the scars of sorrow, pessimism and isolation in Miss Tsundora's soul; Ibiki hoped her presence would not be too intruding as she only wished for the best for those whom are considered her ally. Thus, if not thrown away at this point, she'd nuzzle her head against Eliah's neck and then swiftly turn those amber-lit eyes of hers to the cold-stare of Mr.Tetsuya Tachibana.

"So you must be the new C'aptain I've heard a bunch about!" Exclaimed Ibiki with the utmost of enthusiasm behind her voice. "Well, its a pleasure to meet ya' finally and I hope we can have a good time getting to know each other on this mission!" Grinning and showing off those pearly whites that were her teeth, Ibiki extended her hand and wanted to shake Tetsuya's hand; before her face transitioned into that which mimicked a sinister smirk.

"Now have a drink before the sternness of your nature causes your men to become depressive drones!"

Pointing her right thumb back at the Shinigami behind her, Ibiki pointed at how the atmosphere was changing and the officers who did partake in her feast were becoming energized, jovial and more powered by willpower, ambition and a sense that they could pull this off. Something, that for the most, was lacking after the Seireitei took such a critical blow by the Demon Race.

"OKAY! LET US ALL HAVE A TOAST TO VICTORY PLEASE!"

And with one final harrar, an indigo hued light extended from Ibiki's body and pulled over a crimson red saucer filled with alcoholic goodness to her. Opening her mouth, she gave up a thumbs up and a few men in the crowd began cheering as she chugged down the booze and snickered mischievously at the scene that was unfolding before her.

"ESPECIALLY YOU THERE WITH THE MANIC GRIN! DRINK UP!"

In another shout, Ibiki pointed out Hisao Yazaki and wanted him to partake in this festival of celebration as well. She didn't know much about the male, but hoped that this invitation to drink with her would be the icebreaker needed to have him open up a bit. As, from the rows of other division officers, that boy seemed different in particular; hence her singling him out.

"Oh...and this guy has some extra information or something to!" Now pointing at Tetsuya, Ibiki forgot that he extra words to speak before she so abusrdly cut him off. Therefore, she'd snap her fingers, point over towards his position and let him have the floor after that. After all, this was the guy who had assorted this mission altogether, so why not allow the guy have the last word of sorts? How booze corrupts the mind~

"All eyes on ye', Mr.Captain~"

Fri Dec 12, 2014 5:37 pm

[OOC Note. I am posting for the same reason as Frost. It can aslo easly be remove if it creates any conflicts.]

It was strange, walking down the long stretches of Gotei. Around him, many Shinigamis rushing about, each like a Chicken with their heads cut off. Then there was himself, Arron Deoradh, a Shinigami that was not a part of the Gotei. He was a rouge, and for forty years of his life a target for elimination. All because of circumstances that were beyond his fate. Although it was funny if he thought about. The maggots nest was lose; people left and right were trying to regain control. Criminals of the worst kind were lose, and the Gotei needed help. A message was sent out to all members of the Gotei to help recapture this mess. However, one made it way to him, of all people. Arron Deoradh, The Shunned, a man who was concerned a black mark on Division 2, for his ability to outrun them for forty years. Whoever sent the message figured that the years he had spent on the run could help track down other criminals.

They were right of course. He could provide insight on those that are trying to flee, but that is limited to those wrong and who are innocent. The minds of those in the maggots nest were something else. They were twist scum how prayed on the weak and helpless, monsters of the highest degree. It was also the reason Arron headed towards barracks of Division 10. He was going to support the people of the Soul Society, even if it meant he had to work with the Gotei. Arron didn’t have a problem with some Shinigami’s however the Gotei itself was the object of his scorn. Because of that anyone that he might have gotten along with in the past he would treat with spite. This mission however he would tuck that away so he could be useful instead of a hindrance. It was with that thought he also reached the 10th barracks meeting room. However, reaching for the door he heard a commotion on the other side. It was most likely from the type of person that he finds as nails on a chalkboard. No matter how much he felt about those kinds of people he had a mission to join thus he would hopeful set it aside as he opened the door.

As Arron opened the door, the wind picked up. Behind him a swirl of flowers appeared, setting a sense of something that might be found in a romance novel or manga. Arron’s hair, a long ponytail that reached his lower back, flowed in the breeze. His facial feature were devoid of any mark of blemish. Even facial hair was no were to be found. Bright golden eyes scanned the room only to be covered with a moment as a set of full eyelashes. His pale cream skin and subtle facial features looked like that of a priestess in a fairy tale. Even the slightest movements he made were filled with great elegance. Every movement he took Arron seemed to be gliding on air. Even his Shihakushō seemed to be made from the finest silks for some odd reason.

“Forgive my intrusion, my name is Arron Deoradh of no Division, and I have come to offer my support in this mission,” Arron said with a bow before looking for an empty spot to sit. Upon finding one, he would sit down in the traditional style. Keeping with the calm demeanor he always tried to hold.

Thu Dec 18, 2014 11:46 am

[Note: I spoke to Kyle he is withdrawing due to reasons of muse.]

Tetsuya's eyes watched as each one arrived and people spoke. His first concern was of course that of the person who arrived. Tetsuya picked a file up from within the confines of his Haori, he set it down softly on a table. It had the name of of the former Captain of Squad Ten. His eyes were serious and stared a hole almost into the file. I've been looking into this file since they gave me the task, I've also researched the Memory Rosaries heavily in preparation to search for her. But the situation being what it is, I can't do it yet personally, so if you'd like to the seated officers can begin a search for her..I'll aid in the clean up. " Tetsuya said calmly, his eyes on the figure of Ibiki she deserved to know the other bit of news as well. He shook the female's hand during his little news to them. Making sure he got his hand back, which was rough and could of lit matches on the males hand alone. "Captain Ibiki, my father is here. Tsubasa Unabara is currently in the Rukongai area, things are poor right now and it's only gotten worse. I'm not sure on his mindset, but I do know he has come so if you have business with him..Now is your chance to settle that.." T

etsuya said smiling faintly he was giving them the news he could here and now. He knew these people wanted to see Captain Neviah again, her entire situation was weird. But he came into utter chaos, he laid down a map across the table retrieving his file on Neviah's case and the details of the Memory Rosaries. In it's place a map of the entire Rukongai spread over the table he looked down. Tetsuya was concerned about Neviah but he couldn't overlook the current matter. He waited as he watched the figure of Ibiki she had a way with people that was good.

" The situation is pretty bad, the Maggots Nest was let loose by the Head Captain. The prisoners beneath First also got out, my father is in pursuit of them so I doubt they will cause much trouble with him in the mood he's in. A large bulk of the Maggots Nest Prisoners have gathered in one of the Rukon Districts, I'll head to help out our people and recapture them. "

If a mans eyes could look tired and somehow awake at the same time Tetsuya's did it. He'd poured all his being into the research on finding Neviah. His conclusion wasn't good, something happened. He concluded given the research that Neviah and them were stuck somewhere where the Memory Rosaries go too, where this place was he had no idea. Their was nothing he could but wait. He handed the file and all the documents to Eliah letting her have them seemed right. Tetsuya cracked his neck, he looked at the field one more time taking in the details.

"I'll try and keep those with me safe, Captain's Neviah's file is yours I poured in several days of research and came to my conclusion. The rest is up to you and the Seated Members, if I can help in anyway let me know. Any questions regarding the situation? Group A will engage and attempt to put an end to the Maggot's Nest Rebellion, group B will engage and take down the prisoners from under First..You will be working with my father so I suggest people familiar with him go with him.. The rest help me get the innocent people out and prepare afterwards..Some likely are in living world."

Tetsuya finished the final explanation was he good at this whole Captain thing, his words weren't worth anything. Actions spoke louder and his would ring loud as his fathers did when he came. Squad Twelve was his father's first Division, the man found a peace in being that guy who invented somethings. Tetsuya wasn't an inventor or a genius by any means of the word. He was a beast, someone who fought and killed more than most could calculate with his bare hands. Tetsuya took no pride nor honor in the fact he'd spilled so much blood. But the world continued on and blood was a price you paid in his home District.

Father was here, so many questions were on his mind about that. Why was he named the Heir and successor over one of Tsubasa's blood. Why was he named the Head of the Unabara, why had the adopted child gotten the role over the real one. Tsukasa Unabara, his younger brother he couldn't fathom why his father made these choices. But he sensed his father's blood lust from here, his right arm trembled a bit. Though it was hidden beneath his haori and clothing so no one would see it. They wouldn't understand, the training with father wasn't something you could call safe.

Nightmares were common for those who underwent the entire training. He knew people who survived who talked as though they'd gone through a war. The only time his memories and nightmares about the father didn't echo in him something else did. A memory of a time long lost to him, faces that once felt familiar now felt distant. A woman who appeared to be a hollow, why did he dream of such things. Perhaps the simple fact that he was an animal was more clear than he thought sometimes.

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Fri Dec 19, 2014 6:27 pm

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Upon Captain Ibiki's grand entry, Eliah couldn't help but smile and look her way. It was odd that the small devil child was able to bring some sort of joy to Eliah. Though, it may just been the fact that Ibiki was connected to Neviah in some shape or form. In that itself, gave Eliah hope that she might be able to find some answers on the whereabouts of her friend, Neviah and former Captain. It just goes to show that Eliah truly felt deeply for Neviah and was a large part of her life. It was odd that Eliah had such a big connection with Neviah, she was never much of a people person. Especially one to hang around girls and what not, it just was never her thing.

As Ibiki came in she noticed the other two that had come in, but neither of them were of much importance to Eliah, but mainly just important to the mission that was at hand. Which was something that Eliah wasn't entirely too interested in, herself. She was just here to speak with the captain about her former captain's disappearance. Ibiki continuing on her way, yelling and bringing life to the room that seemed to be full of dead folk. Then suddenly, the Captain had brought herself up to Eliah and hugged her, moving her hands through Eliah's soft sapphire hair. Startled at first, Eliah gasped and then grew down into the hug letting her hands come to Ibiki's hands and closing her eyes for a moment. She could tell that there was motive behind the hug, and Eliah could only guess it had something to do with Neviah's absence. The embrace reminded her far too deeply of Neviah, it seemed like same kind of loving personality that Neviah had. The act alone caused Eliah's eyes to start water, she'd resist the tears for now and take a deep breath. Ibiki slid up to Eliah's neck nuzzling her before she began to speak to the Captain.

Eliah couldn't help but feel at ease in Ibiki's presence, she reminded Eliah of Neviah far too much. While it was a bit too much for her at the moment as she had just recently found out about Neviah, she still didn't want to push the gesture. Regardless of how she normally would to Neviah.

The Kenpachi soon had the entire room do a complete 360 as far as morale went. She asked everyone to share in a drink with her. As usual, Eliah was all for taking a drink and just as Ibiki brought her booze back down, Eliah reached down to grab it and take a drink as well. She sighed after taking three hellatious gulps and wiped her mouth. If the Captain didn't decline to her having a drink, she'd be full of glee. Which was unusual for Eliah, but that's what alcohol did for her in times of despair. "Hell yeah, I need to switch squads. This guy is a stiff, I can already tell. Even worse than Neviah, in my opinion." She said with snark and winked at Ibiki, gesturing that she was joking about the new captain.

Once Ibiki was done yelling and what not, she gave the floor back to the Tetsuya. He proceeded on about the mission and what not, Eliah didn't listen much to what he said until he started to speak directly to her. In his hand he held a file that was full of information of some sort. However, once he told her what exactly it was about, she could help but snatch it from his hand and press it against her breasts. "Yeah, yeah, roger. I've got it, I don't need you to explain it anymore than you already have. I will find her Captain, I promise. I have let my friend Neviah down many a times, however, I won't let such things happen this time. No matter what, I will find Neviah." Her eyes began to water once more as she started to get emotional about finding her long lost friend. She looked over to Ibiki for a second and then proceeded on to looking at Tetsuya as he continued to speak about the mission.

She lost herself in his words again, she wasn't able to pay attention. Too much ran through her mind at the moment, she just stared off blankly, grasping the file tightly. The file started to crumble in her hands, but she was unconscious of it, her hands trembled as she thought of the possibility her dear friend had passed.

Emotionless and untethered to anything going on in the room she stared...

Tue Dec 23, 2014 4:41 am

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Tch. His grin broke down when some noisy captain came barging into the room like a drunk geezer she was, and before he had the time to notice it, her spirit and the aura she had created to smooth out the atmosphere had caused an uproar and almost everyone, suddenly gulping down alcohols, some got drunk and some even partied around like some crazy bastards. It was a buzz killer, and he thought this meeting would go the way it should be, quiet, peaceful, with no people just suddenly shouting and screaming like they just came back from a club. Tiresome, annoying; That is what he was thinking when this short captain just hauled herself into this once-a-quiet room. Most got along along with her, a few doesn't as there are some few who preferred silence over noisy bass just ringing all over the room, vibrations just knocking from every solid wall and bounce back right to his eardrums, giving him a one hell of a time to even deal with this kind of noisiness he hasn't experienced for years, and it just.. happened, he supposes.

Sitting himself away from the noisy crowd, the moment his name was called, Hisao couldn't help but feel displeased, gritting his teeth before simply, cold words blurted out of his mouth without even the slightest hesitations of holding it back. This was a kind of person he was, if he isn't involved with someone or anything important, captain or whatnot, he doesn't care in showing disrespectful attitude against the likes of them. "I have no interest in your.. 'party' that you call. Bring your alcoholic face away from me and have fun somewhere else. I have no time to deal with childrens like you.. I just want to get this mission done and over with, to research, get my budget and leave this annoying coon of yours."

Of course, as much as he dislikes it, faces like Ibiki was enough to strike a trauma to his past. The intend to forget about what had happened when he was a child in Rukongai, the cruelty had struck upon his soul like no other people that many, or some, may have went through experiences like this, and honestly, Hisao himself understands that there are survivors who had experienced the pain of experiments, being taken and rebuilt for another purpose, his was no exception to be created as an artificial 'God', a dream among many researchers in this world where only using hands and brain alone can create a god just from.. experiments and drugs, and himself was one of those cases of being tortured before the Yazaki household took him in. No matter how old they are, child-like faces or even statures was enough to shake him into a whole new level, and in maintaining his own composure, he decided to harden his own soul and shake her off like a bug she was. Captain or not, he didn't care much about positions. This world is cruel, and he knows it. All of that knowledge that piled up in his brain, all forcefully and needlessly shoved into his mind like it was needed for experimental purposes, this was a cruel life he went through, and he knew, that himself wasn't the only one as there were many other childrens that were brought together with him, and unluckily on their end, upon his own escape, he bloodied his hands to end their almost pathetic lives, without letting them live anymore from hell they had went through. Yes, Gotei 13, to him, is also a cruel place.

Had anyone tried to force him into this ridiculous party of theirs, his mechanized weapons, Nasods, wouldn't hesitate pointing its barrel against their head under his command. His face remained expressionless, his lips sealed tight and only a straight line across his face, no grin nor remorse, his lips only bent downwards, only shown unpleasant expression and keeping his head on a tough shape so that he wouldn't focus too much on his own past to affect his current performance. What has happened has already been done, nothing to just cry over a spilled milk in this situation. However, it doesn't deny the fact that they are annoying at the least, especially this new captain that barged in earlier ago. He doesn't need pity or empathy, as himself will continue to strive himself to be the strongest, grow more power and change the laws of this world by himself, no matter how much he had to fight for it. And this mission, was just his first step. For the budget to supply his equipments so he can further improve them, and also, a great way to keep himself on the front lines and checked. It may be a long journey, but it won't stop him.

Clearing his throat, he put out his final word, of course, not lightly. His voice wouldn't roar either, but with seriousness that suddenly peaked to his tone, the sound of his voice was enough to echo through the room and pierce through the room's overwhelmingly loud party, in order to get the attention of the captain to hear what he is about to say.

"I'll be entering a group and head to a place where most of the rebels might be at. I don't care for any type of small fries or little numbers, as i will be clearing most of them out. All i need is to research their powers, put a bullet in their head and put those information to use myself. Otherwise, i'll be going if there's nothing else to say, Captain-san."

First step, to his own demise.

Sun Jan 25, 2015 8:12 pm

Artist: Röyksopp - Song: You Don't Have A Clue - Word Count: 2702

"Well hello there, my flowery friend!"

Those were the first words uttered out of The Menacing Devil girl's mouth in response to the new Shinigami figure walking upon their operational meeting. Judging from the male's apparel, it was easy to tell that the male certainly wasn't apart of the Thirteen Court Squads. So, it could be assumed that he was here to help the cause. And to that? Ibiki couldn't be more than happy that they had outsiders from beyond their walls taking such a proactive interest to help better the cause of their organization. Perhaps she could even persuade the male into joining their side; as they certainly needed more firepower to be added to their ranks.

"Nice to meet you, Arron Deoradh of No Division! Have a drink, pump up and prepare to go to battle! As all of us are intending to go to war here in this room of ours!"

And with that, Ibiki materialized a wooden cup upon the lap of the No Division-Having Shinigami. In it? The smell of hard liquor overflowed and urged the Shinigami to partake of its contents. In that way, he'd have his vigor boosted, physical strength augmented and lively energies within boosted to the forefront so that he may have the liquid courage to set the seven seas of combat ablaze.

Alas, though, her attention would be shifted towards more dire concerns as The Captain Commander of the 10th division began his work. In a few moments following her drunken introduction, it seemed that the male pulled up files that were pertaining to the research done in the pursuit of finding Neviah. To that? The Zaraki could only give a long and hard sigh. For a few moments her face would dim away from its happy glow and to an expression that reeked of sadness and lost.

After all, who wouldn't be disheartened by the fact that one of their closest friends had simply -- vanished -- without any trace to be found of them? That reality was very much true for the Oni Shinigami, but she couldn't let herself get consumed by that depressing thought. No. She had a job to do, men to lead and she had to keep up the positivity and hope that would allow her to reach these dreams and goals; and that included ensuring that Neviah is recovered safe and sound. There was just --- too much lost to bare on the Soul Society to even entertain that grim thought of her dying anymore. Not after just burying Former Captain Wolf Lionus.

"I've delved a bit into the file myself, and I'll handle it as time goes on. For now, let's just focus our resources what we can do."

Those words came off as somewhat stern and stiff; considering the girl's once jovial and loose natured attitude. At this point, her face had turned into a neutral and dull expression. From the way events were playing out? It seemed as if the universe just wouldn't let this mission be a simple smash and shoot 'em operation. No. It never was that simple.

After they were finished shaking hands, the fellow Captain seemed to have mentioned that the likes of Tsubasa Unabara was going to be there. That man brought about unnerving feelings within the woman. Why? From the way things have progressed since Australia, it seemed that the The Pale Rider's thoughts were becoming more and more radical by the day. As if he were struggling with some internal decision that could bring him great salvation, or great tragedy; all depending on how, where and when he would raise his blade to fight for what ideal he believed in.

And with his heart becoming further blackened, The Zaraki even began to thought that, perhaps, just maybe, there was nothing she could do for his tragic end. That was a bleak and despairing thought, but it was almost as if the male was pining for his own destruction with the actions he put forth for himself. Wandering from organization to organization, killing souls left and right without any remorse and always causing such strife and causing such hard destruction wherever he went without thinking twice; these decisions -- were lethal.

it could only a matter of time before these chaotic actions would reach the male and bring about his demise. That was indeed a fear that the Menacing Devil Girl had for that man, but it was one they all had to face in this world on the other hand. After all, they fought battles and war on a constant basis. Death was a reality and one they had to have soaked in already to reach their positions of power. Thus, only a sigh could exhale from her lips as she shook her head at this whole sham taking place.

"No...I can't deal with that right now..."

Hurt and shattered, the tone of Ibiki's voice oozed over with heartache and her eyes saddened to where the despair could indeed be seen across her face for those few moments.

"...I'll...deal with him after I am finished assisting you. I signed myself for this mission, and I'll see it through to the end. Dealing with those affairs now...will lower my effectiveness."

Biting down hard on her lip, the Menacing Devil's fist began to curl up into a fist and bleed soon began oozing from her palms and mouth as she held back her fierce nature from within. Perhaps her emotions were clouding her better judgement, but it was better to let them out on the battlefield rather than thrusting herself towards the emotionally deadened endeavour of attempting to bring Tsubasa back. No. That had to be done on her own personal time.

Instead, Ibiki would tap the right side of her ear with her right index finger and motion for The Fellow Captain to gaze upon a shadowy device in her ear. What was it? Easy: a communication device. It connected to her to all of the updates and transmissions occurring among the Gotei 13's own rely systems. In this way, she'd keep up with the constantly changing situations on Earth and the Soul Society. It was made possible through the Research Department of the Thirteen Court Squads. They were in sync with numerous lines of communication, and it was no hard feat for them to transfer this information to one of the most important figures of the Gotei THirteen: Captain Zaraki.

So, to this end, when it came to the subject of Tsubasa, The Menacing Devil Girl was already more than aware of what was going down in the sector he decided to take on. And with what she had heard? She was less than thrilled to deal with him at this point. There were too many powerful forces there to bother with; yet alone the fact The Demon Queen seemed to be assisting them as if they were defenseless.

But, for the sake of their truce, she'd hold her tongue on that subject. For if she did? Circumstances were only going to become further worsened for herself and allies associated with her. Henceforth, in her form of restraint and desire to improve the status of the Soul Society, she'd try and not make matters even more dire for the Gotei Thirteen by going to that location. As, if she went now, there was no telling what The Zaraki would do to either of the parties assembled there.

"Besides, I'm already aware of the situation. They've got a greater handle on it than we can imagine and it would be a waste of resources to go there now. I'm better off here."

[CHANGE TRACKS IN THE YOUTUBE BAR HERE AND PAUSE THE INTRO YOUTUBE BAR]

Those words gruff and to the point, The Zaraki cracked her fist and let out a hard sigh as she knew there was no point in getting worked about it. Not when there were still enemies to crush. So, a faint purple aura emitted from the body of The Menacing Devil Girl and she'd listen in as the Captain went on about the situation. To her? Yeah, some of the prisoners were tough, but she felt tougher. Under her command, she could see that entire area swamped and overpowered in a matter of an hour or so; if that. Since, of course, she had additional assistance from another fellow Captain.

"Then we'll go in for a direct assault, approach them headfirst and crush them with absolute power. We have that kind of potential between the two of us. And with the elixir I gave our friends? They'll see a boost in their strength as well."

And yes, the true purpose of her drink would be unveiled to The Captain at that point. Each cup that was produced in the room, much like the one she gave the rogue shinigami, had been filled with enough potent energy from herself to induce a bolster effect upon those who drunk it. So, if nothing else, their rag-tag team comrades were going to be augmented and made more effective for this mission.

"So forget it; I'm doing this as a true Zaraki would, Tetsuya. Don't stress."

Words rigid, but serene; the eyes of Ibiki peered back to the tired orbs of The Unabara Child's face with the same smile she livened the room up with not to long ago. It didn't take a rocket scientist to deduce that the male had been hard at work with his projects. So, it certainly wasn't that difficult to discern that the male was just as pressured as she was. Thus, to take that burden away, she'd carry his weight on her shoulders and attempt to carry them both through this trying time in the Soul Society. If The Menacing Devil did that, then perhaps some good would come out of this dark day.

As, if nothing else, Ibiki would allow for Eliah to take the documents away from Tetsuya. Why? It was because she understood that The Lackadaisical Snowflake was more than broken up about it then The Menacing Devil girl herself. Perchance, by taking those files, there could have even been a possibility for some type of closure to overflow the girl. At least, that is what The Zaraki's hopeful mind whispered in its state of rejecting positivity; not bending over and falling to the grimness of the situation just yet.

Judging by the way the ice haired girl's body language began to ease up, it was safe to assume that her aura had a calming effect on Eliah. On that sentiment, Ibiki believed that if she continued to cling on as hard as she did to the woman? Maybe she'd absolve the sorrow in her heart, turn it into booze and drink those miserable thoughts into a cold oblivion and store it away as foregone ashes within her gut. Yeah, that sounded ideal right about now.

Henceforth, Ibiki herself would partake in another heavy shot to drown away her own sorrows for the time being. Then, she'd turn her head towards Eliah, snicker and flick her nose. This little bundle of joy joining her squadron? The Zaraki wouldn't have any problems with that!

"Well, I can give you a Captain's recommendation into my squad if you ever want to exchange~"

Winking her eye at both Testuya and then Eliah, although she was joking in nature, The Menacing Devil was equally serious as well. So, if the aqua-haired lass was serious, the winab could indeed join the ranks of the Division Eleven Company.

"And, to help with that stiffness, please take a drink, Mr.Tetusya. It helps ease all of this life's pains and aches. Hootch is the best medicine for any problem, in fact!"

Regaining her jovial tone, The Oni Captain then tossed a cup of her finest liquor towards the direction The Unabara child. If he were to partake in her drink? Then the male too would see temporary boosting effects of his power. It would begin anew by the male regaining a bit of his spiritually vigor. Through this way, the shinigami would see his strength come back two fold in order to ascend to higher plateaus of potential later down the line in his battles with this dangerous operation they were going to take seize in.

"So chin up and don't let that get you down. We'll find her, just you wait. Things always have a way of turning out for the better eventually."

Resting her head upon Eliah's, Ibiki would hold her very tightly in that moment and attempt to transfer more of her calming energies into the mind and body of The Frigid Female. Indeed, one of the special properties that The Oni Shinigami's reishi seemed to possess was the fact that it improved the state of mental health of those with troubled minds. While other Captains could enforce fear through their spiritual pressure raising alone, Ibiki's channeled hers into uplifting the souls of those it affected. Thus, by embracing her with this affection, The Menacing Devil girl hoped to soothe her and bring that troubled stare to a gradual end.

"I am so sorry......."

Whispering those words in a suppressed sob, The Devil Shinigami soon rested her neck against the back of Eliah's for a few moments. To regain her composure, she reversed the wavelength of her energy to reflect back into her mind. In this way, she'd utilize her own spiritual force to calm herself down. Because if she didn't? The Captain would have broke down crying right then and there with all of the tragedies that had accumulated over the past few months. It was so much to bare, but they'd keep moving regardless. Even if she had to drag Eliah kicking and screaming with her; they'd see the dawn of a better day.

Alas, though, those thoughts would be jerked away by the sounds of a cold male's voice among the crowd. Going back to the silver haired shinigami from earlier, it seemed that the likes of Hisao was the source of these harsh and caress words. To her? It seemed like the male was no business and had no interest in partaking in the celebration. So, Ibiki would shrug her shoulders, give out a soft sigh and utter these words to him:

"If you have no interesting in having a bit of fun, then just drink it for the sake of your experiments. It has elements that can increase one's strength and I'd assume someone of your rank can make use out of that."

Her voice was dry and to the point; but she figured that was the kind of discourse this male preferred given his track record.

"And no one likes a spoiled sport, yanno. Geez."

Rolling her eyes at some of the insults Hisao threw out, Ibiki honestly didn't have much time to acknowledge them. Standing up and away from Eliah, Ibiki turned herself towards the doors of the compound. Holding out her right hand, a Senkaimon emerged before them. This gateway portal was wide enough to lead all of them into it, and boy, would they need the space. For, through keeping in contact with the Research Division, The Zaraki Captain was able to bridge open a portal leading into the hellzone awaiting them with this prison break.

"Well, time is wasting. We can keep in contact with each other through hell butterflies; so I'm not worried about the rest. For now? Everyone, TO BATTLE!"

With that load uproaring, the likes of The Menacing Devil girl proceeded to have a large flaring of her spiritual energy explode around her. It was almost like an indigo flame that erupted; overflowing with power enough to make the entire room shake. In this way, she'd have her dynamic entry and thrust herself head first into the wormhole with the utmost of speed. Where she would end up for this mission? She didn't care. But at this point? The girl needed to blow off steam and the bastards who decided to hold this maggots nest prison riot we're going to be her unfortunate targets in this little escapade of theirs. Things -- were about to get feisty with the Zaraki. That was for certain.

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