Insert Creative Title for Getting Out of Here...Here.

Kamui was taking the momentary opportunity to lie down before he was forced, thankfully, to take off again. Kamui had been given temporary lodging in the Eleventh Division barracks and it was about as comfortable as you'd imagine. With their reputation, you would expect their barracks to be rather spartan in nature and that truth persisted. Kamui was given a hard bed and empty walls off in the corner of the barracks, a fact he was considerably grumpy about. It was a pretty consistent source of agitation that whenever his mother sent him somewhere he ended up caught serving some strange human paramilitary organization, cleaning up after marauding bands of rebels or, now, sleeping on a hard as a rock mattress after a day of trying to teach nuance to a band of muscleheaded shinigami. This trip was useful for something at least, his previous presumption about Shinigami turned out to be fairly accurate, they weren't an especially interesting people and he doubted that they would have any especially prominent role in the days to come. They were linear, limited, and not to mention way to self-important. The fact that most of them responded to Kamui's words with scorn was evidence of that. Well...most of the. Kamui's mind lingered back to the one student, the one that mattered.

She was interesting. It was rare to see such a concentrated form of ability, potential, genetics and attitude in one package. She was intelligent, but not too intelligent, strong but not too brash, impulsive but not compulsive, and she had all the genetic advantages to make up for her relatively lacking racial affinity. A soft contented sigh radiated through the room as Kamui mulled over just what kind of warrior he could have made her if only she was born a Sugiura. Then again, he wasn't even sure he actually introduced himself to her properly. She didn't even really know what he was, did she? Well, that probably carried more advantages to it than disadvantages. The fewer people in Seireitei who could place the member of the Sugiuran Royalty there, the better. He only wanted the networked and informed to know he was there, he didn't need any more attention than that.

The man rolled his head back to look up at the equally barren ceiling. It was a shame really, little Yuki was interesting and it was almost worth it to kidnap her just to see how her story would unfold, but Kamui was still on a clock to a degree. He could not afford to spend too much time looking after another tag along, he already had enough to worry about with the cadre of little followers he had now. They got a bit unwieldy at times, keeping track of Sasha, Shi, Blank, and potentially Thea was rather daunting in and of itself, and they at least all served a specific purpose. He wasn't sure what he'd be able to use Yuki for even if he did take her and it wasn't right to try and rip her away from this place to serve little purpose past sating Kamui's curiosity. Not because he was especially worried about her well being, no, Kamui was far too ego-centric to actually empathize with someone, but abducting a Shinigami, even a lesser one, was going to draw undue attention to himself, especially since he had made a very, very public show about his presence in Seireitei. Regrettably, it wasn't much of an option at the moment.

Kamui reached over to the small end table and grabbed the small piece of paper that he had spent the most time with during his stay here in Soul Society. It was a more complicated seal and one he had not drawn with any frequency. He'd finish the circle with a small flourish before adding the tiny details around the inner ring before giving the creation another once over. The outside was two woven lines, encircling around the perimeters with three thirty degree lines sprouting from the center of each quadrant before weaving in together. Inbetween the lines contained words in sanskrit, a faint glove escaping them as Kamui ran his fingers over the parchment and a soft smile escaping him in response. Kamui reached down below his rocky bed and placed the paper against the frame of the bed, the paper latching on and clinging to the wood as Kamui swung his legs over the side of the bed.

He reached the travel bag that he had brought with him and finished collecting his effects, storing the various effects he had brought with him honestly in an attempt to seem like he had, in fact, needed something at all. His capacity for indiscriminate travel did not really need to be common knowledge. Slinging the bag over his shoulder, Kamui turned toward the door. He needed to be seen leaving, that was important as well. He needed Soul Society officials to have distinct time stamps for his arrival and departure if this was going to work out. While he was here, the first attacks needed to be happening, he needed some form of alibi, and being in Soul Society under observation was the perfect one. He was almost out of there, just a little, itsy, bitsy, further.