12th Division, The Return of Kisuke Urahara

Wed Dec 19, 2012 1:06 pm

It's been a long time since I was last here. Kisuke Urahara thought as he put his captain robe on, somewhat eager to return after four hundred years. It was strange that they had asked him to return. Him of all people, the one the falsely accused then never bothered to apologize to. It was strange, but the division had been falling apart. He could begin his research again on the level he used to, but even then he knew this place would never feel like home ever again. The wood floor's were still here, the sliding doors, even though Seireitei had advanced so far he kept them for a homey feel. There wasn't a reason to remove them after all and Kisuke didn't like hard metal floors much.

Hmm. I wonder how my division is holding up right now without even the top five seated officers until today?
He had approved Magnolia's position as Vice Captain, but all decisions were finaled by outer means and he had to wait. The girl who's was indebted to him and he hadn't seen he rin some time. Hopefully she was well. There it was, her spiritual pressure. she was here, apparently she was accepted after all.

Thu Dec 20, 2012 1:08 pm

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A lone, alabaster figure was standing at the entrance to squad 12's main set of large double doors. She was slender, obviously feminine and her skin almost gave of a luminescence in the sun's glare. Besides this, she had a badge tied around the slender nape of her neck, but lacked the proper attire most shinigami tended to favor. Instead she wore, shorts - black, still as she did cohere to the color standards- and a black tank-top, which was fashion to look like a cropped version of a shinigami's usual garb.

Of course, she stood there; being recently appointed Vice Captain of Squad 12, recently meaning probably only on the job for- 2 hours? Not long, in any case in the grand scheme of things; though for this moment she was captivated. Captivated by- a familiar presence one that dated back to when she was still in extreme pain. A time that for the majority of the time, she chose to blank out; and generally forget. For that was a time, which was not a happy one; in her life just recently after waking up and failing to kill herself.

Who was this familiar presence though, that was the fixation that broke; her flash from the past. Like pulling up images from a sticky mucus; she began to dig through her memories, even though a majority of them where making her wince; twinges of old pain which had not quite found their way out yet. It, took her a while to figure it out; it sure as hell was not toshiro, or anyone that is normally in the SS. Ruling them out one by one through deduction, finally one of the names stuck; clicking into place.

"Kisuke . . Urahara" . . She whispered, a slight tremor present in her voice while whispering this. Then the Vice Captain broke down - Red bloodied streams welling up from her tear ducts. It was one of those moments that she truly had allowed a glimmer of hope to shine in the depths of her despair. Kisuke was back; something she thought would have never happened. When she had heard kisuke had left; she had been devastated- no more like: she had been heartbroken. She slowly allowed the creeping ghost of a smile; to spread across her face, exposing her luminous white-teeth. Her smile was dazzling, and she was happy; that kisuke had come back, but was also kinda nervous.

"Does he still remember me, after all this time?" She thought to herself, as she had looked up, at the blue clear sky. One thought in her mind now, a thought which had for a moment driven her despair away.

"Kisuke Urahara is back!"

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