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Report? I'll Give you your Stinkin Report![Shatari]
Fri Oct 02, 2015 10:08 pm
Artist: Mogeko Castle - Song: MaouDamashii Town 10 - Word Count:
Kamui did not want to answer to someone. He hated the idea. He understood, to some extent that simply being in the position he was in would mandate him answering to Azure Iramasha, a name which in and of itself sounded more like a description than a proper name. Perhaps he had cousins, Kamui would very much like to meet Purple Iramasha and Poo Brown Iramasha. That was not who he was answering to however. Kamui had to answer to a name he knew and a name he was both surprised and a little angry to find here. He knew the name Yuudeshi and, by extent, a little bit of their capabilities. His father had taken one as a disciple some time ago and simply by living with him for an extended period of time had informed by his father to a degree about the capabilities of the Yuudeshi and their network. It was probably the single greatest threat he could face to his operations on Earth and it had, ultimately, caused Karakura to be completely written as a prospective target. It wasn't so much that the place was populated with the strongest goody two shoes on the planet that was deterring him, that'd even make Kamui's ultimate goal more profitable. No it was the fact that the Yuudeshi Network was infallible and the only means by which to circumvent it was to not do something that it could construe as a threat. It was frustrating, but it had been what forced Kamui to behave while in Karakura and that in and of itself had been proving to be a rather profitable venture.
As well, getting close to someone with potential access to the Yuudeshi network could yield so, so many benefits. He'd need to tread especially carefully with this line of thought, any potential mistake was going to be magnified twenty times over if he began to put himself in the the Yuudeshi clan's spotlight, but the potential benefit of being able to track what the Yuudeshi network knew was worth the risk. He also had a potential inside track as a relative of Sagumi who, while never actually meeting Shadin Yuudeshi himself, had enjoyed heavy dealings with the clan as a whole as well as the close bond he shared with young Kaito. There was a healthy amount to be gained from dealing with him and he hoped to be able to use that with whatever Yuudeshi representative or, ideally, Yuudeshi themselves, was coming to speak with him. Consequently, he still needed to tread carefully but he was rather full of optimism.
Kamui was looking at the files that were on the table in his office. It was something he had inherited from his father, unfortunately. It wasn't that he could not understand computer and electronics, far from it. Kamui could very easily be considered a genius intellect and that applied to learning to utilize technology however recently it was developed, but he still held on to his preferences. In this case, Kamui preferred paper documents to electronic ones, enjoying being able to simply open a folder and look at what he needed to know about. Fussing with computers and loading times, however trivial modern technology had made them, were things he was inherently not fond of. He had been given a very vague description as to what he was going to be reporting on to his "supervisor," but he knew that in general it would involve the squad he had put together and what their intended purpose was going to be, a question whose answer would require a fair bit of truth mixed with a fair bit of deception, which was Kamui's specialty. The man walked over toward the corner of the room which had a large monitor attached to it. The Vanguard had supplied him with the means to show the videos he would ultimately need, but they did seem to be lacking in the concept of comfort. Kamui had been given all of five fold-out chairs to use and that simply was not going to cut it. The man knelt down and place his outstretched palm along the cool metal floor and concentrated. Within moments, a flood of black, seemingly ink, seemed to stretch out from his hand and arranged itself in to a large circle on the floor. A soft inhale echoed throughout the room and then, a moment later, seemingly appearing from nowhere on the seal was an extremely comfortable looking L couch. Kamui erected himself back to full posture and looked down at his work. Pulling objects from so far away, especially ones the size of the couch, was difficult...extremely so, but a lot of the physical ramifications he'd need to endure for such magic were mitigated considerably by the Fuuinjutsu. Kamui let that pent up air leave him in a heavy exhale as he put his hand on the soft, microfiber back of the couch. All that he had left to do was to wait for whomever ever was to receive his report to show up.
[THEFROST]