Butterflies and Ravens (Ojo/Henrex)

Another dummy, beaten and left wayward. At this rate, Ojo will have nothing left but air to swing at. However, this is the norm for the short Shinigami. She is known for being overly critical while training, making sure she perfects a move before moving on. That means everything she uses as a means to grow is left worn and torn at the end of the day. Some find it something to look up to while others fear that critical eye turning on them. Everyone knows the Suika is not a force to simply ignore, and everyone treats her with due respect. Give what you want, and she follows that to a T.

Now, her current dilemma is the issue of what to do next. She could continue training, but anymore, and she'll leave everyone else with little for themselves. Maybe she should find someone to test her current theories on. Though, who'd be brave enough for that? Hmm... Finding herself perplexed, she busied herself with sitting down and meditating. The answer to her situation should come eventually. However, all that came was some Zzz's as she found herself slipping into a daze. Guess training took more out of her than she thought.

Time had gotten the better of him, among other things, and had prevented him from meeting some of his members, something he deeply regretted. However, now was as good a time as ever -- sensing someone outside the Division's barracks. It didn't take long to navigate the grounds, though, he wasn't expecting to see the person slumped over, asleep.

He chuckled softly, silently approaching her and crouching down, next to her. He recognized her, Ojo Koga -- as well as the name, recalling it from some of the records in the Shinigami Archives. He had read the notes of the rather extreme heights that some of the tribes possessed, but he hadn't expected this. Nevertheless, he gently shook her to try and get her to awaken.

"Miss Koga? This is hardly the place to sleep. I'm certain there's more suitable places to nap than in the middle of the training grounds."

Stirred, she moved, her hand already on the hilt of her Zanpakuto. Her arms swung, her blade unsheathing before her eyes even opened. However, as her small form jumped up, she immediately paused, that urgent sense of danger already fading as she realized her mistake. One second, she had a look that'd strike that an unprotected man. The next, she's wide-eyed, already knowing what had occurred. Her face scrunched with guilt before she growled and groaned and shook her head.

"Ojo! Dammit. You did it again! How many times before you stop falling asleep!?"

In her own begrudging scolding, she had completely ignored the man who had pulled her from her slumber. Though, he did not go unnoticed for long. It would be hard to simply mistake her Captain, and her face lit up like a bleeding Christmas tree.

"C-Captain!" She yelped, hating that out of everyone, it was him who found her in dreamland. Already, she's trying to tidy herself up: her straightened, Zanpakuto sheathed, hair prettified. The only thing she missed was a light speck of drool on the corner of her lips that barely made known her heinous acts.

"What brings you here, Captain?"

Well, if there was one thing he hadn't been expecting, it was for one of his members to stir from their sleep and nearly start attacking him. In the blink of an eye, a hand was already on his Zanpakuto, ready to draw and defend himself if necessary. But, as she suddenly got up and berated herself, he rose, looking down at the considerably shorter woman.

As she finished scolding herself, he went to say something, but didn't even get a word out before she came to realize who had woken her, and she immediately went to tidying herself up. She sheathed her sword, fixed her hair, though she had missed wiping her mouth -- though, it was hardly noticeable.

"Well, time has been rather unkind to me lately, and I haven't had the chance to meet some of the other, newer faces to the division compared to when I was...away. So, I wanted to amend that. It's nice to finally meet you face-to-face, Miss Koga, and admittedly in a more casual setting."

"Casuality is no excuse for lackadaisical behavior," Ojo replied, understanding the situation. It's not her business to become interested in the personal affairs of those she is not assigned to, but rumors are rumors for a reason. However, she has hardly any care for the past of the man before her. He is her Captain as it stands, just like the one before and the one to come will be.

"Is there anything you wish to know. I will relate anything that I find suitable."

Still, being proper does not mean one cannot share casual conversation.

Mm. That didn't feel right. In spite of the casual nature of this happenstance meeting, she didn't believe there was an excuse for her behavior. She was being proper and formal -- but, there was something off about it.

She almost sounded robotic with the way that she spoke, the words she chose. His expression shifted as he took a moment to think of how to respond, before smiling softly, gently patting her on the shoulder.

"Relax, Ojo. You don't need to be so formal all the time."

Silently pulling out a handkerchief, he held it out for her. In doing this, his warm smile slowly shifted, expressing awkwardness as he gently tapped the side of his lip where her drool would be.

"Here. You might want to clean that up. As for anything I wish to know, I suppose I should ask about your progress and training. Is there anything you're struggling with where I could help?"

It may have been a militant organization, but that was hardly an excuse for him to ignore his subordinates. If Murasaki wanted the strongest version of the Gotei, then he would ensure that those in his division would do their best and reach their best.

Mmm? A handkerchief? Whatever could that be for? Obviously not for her. She would never have anything on her face that embarrassing. Never in a million years. Nope. Her bother telling her that she drools would never come up at all in public, especially when her Captain is involved. Well, to say the least, her face turned as red as a pimple as she turned away, snatching the handkerchief in shame. Oh god. That is drool. Well, good on Henrex for pointing it out. Bad on him for pointing it out. She'd had preferred blissful ignorance to having her day rocked by her spastic nature.

"Thank you, Captain," She grumbled, refusing to face him as his other concerns were made clear. She doesn't feel a want for any training as it stands, but that's just the butterflies in her stomach bullying her for her earlier blunder. If anything, she'd want nothing more than to acquire a fraction of the skill a Captain possessed, but that left too many things she'd want to go over with him. He's a Captain. His time shouldn't be exhausted by her whims. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, her brain got busy being a mess as she began to sway with indecision, the worst kind of swaying.

As she snatched the handkerchief from his hand and suddenly whipped around, the Captain sighed softly. It was hardly a surprise that she was embarrassed about something like that happening. But, it wasn't something that bothered him -- there weren't a great many things that did, these days. Nevertheless, he patiently stood there, even as she remained facing away from him.

"If there's anything I can help you with, you need only ask. I may be a Captain, but I still have the time and ability to help my subordinates."

Outside of being an effective leader, he wanted to be someone that others could look toward, a figure that gave people hope, a pillar that they could rely on. Above all, he wanted to ensure that his members were doing and reaching their best. To that end, what better way to reach those heights than to train and learn under their Captain? After all, he was an instructor at the academy as well.

"Like I said, if there's anything I can help you with, you only need to ask. I'm more than willing to give you whatever guidance I can."

As her brother put it, you never create anything without stepping out of your comfort and breaking something. She'd be comfortable with reassuring Henrex that everything's alright and leave him to his busy schedule, but if he's offering generously enough to ask her twice, she should just jump on this chance. Besides, one rarely gets to see a Captain fight, especially one who's job is to be incognito. If everyone knew his moves, he'd not have that element of surprise, but if she knew his moves, then she'd gain that cool brooding element of surprise fighting prowess. Ooh! She's brimming with drive now, like a steer plowing through fields.

"Alright! Captain! Let's go!" Spinning on the spot, her wide eyes gleamed with excitement, her Zanpakuto ready for combat. "Of course, I'll go easy on you, so make sure you take it slow and steady, so I can see and copy- I mean, learn exactly how a Captain makes the dreamwork."

Well, someone certainly changed their tune. As Ojo turned around, glimmering and practically bursting with excitement, the Captain smiled softly, chuckling lightly at the sudden shift in attitude. Perhaps she was simply hesitant to ask about such things. Though, perhaps it was a fitting trait for someone in the Stealth Force. As she drew her sword, Henrex would, in turn, draw his as well.

"Wonderful, I'm glad to see you show such excitement toward it. However, don't feel the need to hold back against me. I can handle a lot more than you may think."

Holding his sword at his side, he kept an open stance, with one foot set in front of the other and the back foot lifted slightly. It was a surprisingly simple stance, and seemingly left nothing to hide. His arms lay relaxed at his sides, gripping his sword without much intensity.

"You can have the first move."