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YOUKAI KAZUKO ICHIDOUSHIN SHINJI
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|EVENT; crown on the ground; Shinigami. Assemble!|
|Topic Started: Jul 27 2010, 12:57 AM (1,117 Views)|
|Youkai Kazuko||Jul 27 2010, 12:57 AM Post #1|
You never doubted it, you’re so proud of it, there’s no doubt of it…
So this was how it felt to be truly superior? The tingling feeling of being the only one to hold any weight in the situation was fantastic. Hell, if Kazuko was a lesser being, she would have surely been consumed by it. A power hungry Kazuko would really set the old coots of Central reeling. They had a lot of grovelling to do to secure her loyalty, well, she played it up like that. Truth be told it took every ounce of self restraint to keep her from squealing with glee at the announcement that she, Youkai Kazuko, was to be reinstated. Without trial? Without a panel of snooty judges digging up her past and scrutinizing even the most trivial of things about her. At first she had scoffed in the face of the uniformed messenger they had sent for her, her initial disbelief dissipated in the moments they opened a senkaimon and ushered her through. Central wanted her back? Hell. Either they were stuck between a rock and a hard place or they had finally realised that she was one cog their military machine simply could not function without.
The whirlwind events of her beings whisked out of her dingy store, rent from the confines of her doppelganger gigai and issued with a crisp, new Shinigami uniform were all but a blur to the woman’s otherwise keen yellow ochre eyes. Clearly she was taken in by the whole thing. So much so she didn’t utter a sound of protest when she was assisted into her new uniform. A compliant Kazuko meant only one thing. She was simply too distracted to oppose anything or anyone. Her mind filled with the grovelling words of her once upon a time persecutors, her body warmed to the core with the feeling of having them come crawling back to her.
Sometimes, it hurt to be so good.
“Your jacket, ma’am.”
Hmmm? Kazuko grounded herself long enough to see one of her dressers holding out a white garment towards her. She held it as if it were a baby. Or a bomb. Something that wasn’t worthy of her touch. Kazuko grinned from ear to ear, skipping across the room and plucking it from her assistant’s fingers. Yes. A Captain should wear her Captain robe for her welcome (back) party. It was high time these fuckers appreciate her good work, she thought. Kazuko slipped into the robe with a deliberate ease, the soft fabric warming her shoulders and back. She beamed with pride, minds eye looking to the Second division symbol she knew was emblazoned on the back. Ah’yeah. When she had been exiled, she left some massive shoes too fill. Her eavesdropping on the Shinigami’s wires had told her they had struggled to find anyone worthy of filling them.
That struggle was over. Kazuko was back and…
“Don’t you think it’s about that time you made your entrance, ma’am?”
Ah yes. The party. Kazuko could hear the revelry from outside the doors of the main chamber, it was a little surprising since she had always remembered it being an area of tension. Everyone she looked at smiled at her. The proceedings behind the doors began to quieten down and Kazuko chuckled slightly, were they really going to try and ‘surprise,’ her? Oh ho ho. Those Shinigami. What silly gooses they were.
“I think so! Remember and make sure that my good friend Samsara receives hi-her invite.” The hell? She was even being suckered into the whole ‘upper class,’ feel of it all.
With her smile wide and her mind clear of dark thoughts, Kazuko pushed open the doors of the main chamber triumphantly, eager to meet her adoring public.
You never did know, you don't wanna know, there's another show playing in your window
This was a woman of power, nobility and restraint. Noriko possessed all the things the Central looked for in a Commodore, if only she were a little more easily influenced. Unfortunately for them, the woman was wise to their trickery and mind games, she even played games of her own with them. In the past they had shafted her to the Zero Division to do away with the problem, now, it seemed she had matured into the perfect candidate for their saviour. She was old in spirit and mind, but her body looked just as it did the days before her human life ended. No one would guess that she was nearing her 9th Century, to look at her. They might, from her strange colloquialisms and turn of phrase, but what did it matter? It didn’t hinder her ability to be the Gotei’s saving grace. Surely, a creature as ethereal and powerful as she would be just what they needed to get themselves out of the foxhole they were in.
Enemies bore down upon them from the depths of Heuco Mundo, and now even those they sworn to protect wanted them knocked down a peg or two. Noriko would fix it all. Eventually. At the very least, her position as the Commodore would erase any false hope the enemy forces had of kicking the Gotei while they were down. It was sudden, considering that Tatti probably wasn’t even cold yet, but recovering quickly was the way of the Shinigami.
“Shinigami. I present to you Commodore-” the announcer stepped to the side with a bow and an indication that everyone else in the room should follow his lead. “Shinsei, Noriko.” He didn’t have to shout her name, or even raise his voice above that of its average level. This was a woman who needed no introduction.
Unfortunately. As she stepped closer to the edge of the steps, standing three levels above her ‘subjects,’ she wasn’t permitted to have herself an introduction. At the same time she made an attempt to open her mouth by way of a simple ‘hello,’ the previously sealed doors of the Main Chamber were thrown open, their locks rent asunder by the force of the push. Others gasped, some even reached for their blades, but everyone turned to stare at the untimely intruder. Noriko looked above the sea of heads and uniforms, dark eyes honing in on the form of her Second Division Captain and at the same time, she gave a tired sigh, as if she was ill equipped to deal with such antics.
“I suppose I should have forewarned you all about the controversial reinstatement of Captain Youkai.” Cool as ever, Noriko returned order to the room with her mocking tone, even eliciting a few chuckles from the crowd. At Kazuko’s expense of course. Her dark eyes slid to the Central 46 representative to her side, “It’s not often such a disgraced officer is redeemed to the very spot she fell from.” Smiling, the woman descended the trio of steps. “Please enjoy the…party. Consider it a brief reprive from the troubles we have ahead.” With that, Noriko seemed to step out of the spotlight and into the background, giving her Shinigami the go ahead to relax and enjoy themselves.
Edited by Youkai Kazuko, Jul 27 2010, 12:57 AM.
|Tenji||Jul 27 2010, 07:03 PM Post #2|
Looking down on you
These were the sorts of affairs Tenji enjoyed the most. It combined his favorite things in one event: snobbery, fine wine, no work and people-watching. Indeed, if such fancy get-togethers were to be the new norm around here with the commodore then the tactics captain would surely be pleased. Even better, his temporary acts as regent lord in the short gap between commodores appeared to have gone unpunished. Though, considering the lack of talent at Tenji's tier, punishing such a person by putting him out of work would hardly have been a wise move.
Still, there was certainly an uneasy feeling the Shinigami felt. While such fine occasions were always welcome, there was chaos swirling all around them. And if there was one place Tenji never liked to be it was in the eye of the storm. There were no easy escapes from this position and he lacked the conviction to push through such dangers. Well... he could if he had to, Tenji supposed, but that would be horribly irritating to do.
Tenji also couldn't help but notice there was a distinct lack of captain robes in this place. The number of elite Shinigami Soul Society possessed was painful to see. Still, this was hardly the time to voice such concerns aloud (did Tenji ever voice them anyway?). The setting was pleasant, the wine was bountiful and the only thing more dry than the contents in his glass was the conversation.
As the new commodore was announced, Tenji handed his glass over to Rin, his vice captain, and placed his cigarette firmly between his lips to slowly clap to welcome the woman. As luck would have it she was also easy on the eyes. With even more luck, Tenji could flirt his way into a much easier lifestyle. Sadly, any attempts to speak with her seemed unlikely as she was quite literally keeping herself out of reach atop that balcony.
"I suppose we shall be viewing our esteemed commodore as an angel, given the manner in which she appears, hm?" Tenji muttered to Rin as he reached for his wine glass. "Hopefully, she does not intend to continue to keep us at such a distance."
Tenji barely got a sip in before the doors burst open and Kazu came storming in. Given that Rin acted as his personal sword caddy, there was no reflexive reaching at his hip, knowing full well there was nothing there. Instead, he reached for his cigarette, opting to protect it instead. Upon recognizing the harpy, Tenji simply sighed and tapped some loose ash away.
“I suppose I should have forewarned you all about the controversial reinstatement of Captain Youkai.”
"Lovely," Tenji muttered, downing the remains of his glass before handing it back over to Rin, the mental timer going off as he awaited a fresh glass.
Edited by Tenji, Jul 28 2010, 04:23 PM.
|Shinji||Jul 27 2010, 11:06 PM Post #3|
Objects in the Soul Society always appeared grander than they actually were. Here was the announcement of a reinstated and dishonored Captain and the quick, and perhaps mistaken effort to stop the bleeding that was the catastrophic loss of the big man on campus; Tatti. How else could Shinji take this decision? Well was one way, for the kings of the hill to move so quick and impulsively spoke to their own insecurities following the death of their Commodore. This new addition, this woman who had been wholly removed from the Gotei for too long now ran the show and the return of Niato from her exile spelled this out only too well for the sole honored guest of the new old Captain of the Second. Ask yourself this: if Shinji wasn't already calling the vacuous space that was Hueco Mundo home, would he be standing next to his slightly worse half, jostling to garner more attention?
One would think with the revelations centering around her male counterpart, that Kazuko would be secure in being the sole re-up for the Gotei, and yet... The letter had certainly come, and tucked within the rather imposing bust of the purple haired “shinigami” onlooker was where it now stayed. The beckoning home had come a little too late for Shinji, and unforeseen events had seen him take a far more “enviable” position at the head of the Arrancar. His coronation however had not nearly been as gaudy or fantastic as this. Not unless the dazed stares of his soon to be subjects as they watched him suck out the souls of the previous Reyna and Escudo counted as a formal swearing in. Then he had sat down, and the rest had turned back to the meeting and the goal of placing the immature Armada ahead of the established Gotei in the rank and file of the spiritual domain. See? No bells or whistles.
And as the new leader of the gaggle of negative souls in Las Noches and the surrounding areas it was only right that he was here for the crowning of his chief rival. Right? Sandwiched between two of the senators from Central, Shinji's gigai provided the proper disguise for this venture, resplendent as it was in the typical Shinigami's uniform. In one hand was a slightly wrinkled poster board which Kazu had scrawled her desired message for her re-introduction, no doubt some self flattery that would make her feel all the more appreciated when she gazed out on her adoring masses. Shinji had not even bothered to read it, as the content of it could be discerned within three guesses should he care that much. In the other was a half empty bottle of sake, expensive stuff, that the little human Baku had sent along as a present for his mentor. The contents were drained not because of any drastic thirst from the new Captain's number one fan, but more in the interest of silencing the two old bastards that passed the beginning of the ritual by gazing longingly at the false breasts of “Samsara” and asking probing questions about the exact Division of this mysterious and striking woman. Now the endless and persistent questions on just how she got this glow, how she enjoyed her Divisionmates (and wouldn't she like a transfer to their estates as an assistant?) and her seat were drowned in a stupor brought on by half a bottle of the good stuff. Lightweights.
The silence of his assailants came at the perfect moment; right as Kazuko was introduced. What was this? The purple haired woman's brow furrowed as the simmering laughs passed amongst the rest of the gathered crowd at the introduction of Niato as one of them again. Quite the welcome for someone they had went to in order to reclaim as their own. Now Shinji was more than happy all he had gotten was a shocked silence during his takeover. How could the invitee best show his appreciation for the sacrifice of these two women were bringing upon themselves in returning to this starched prison? Out came the permanent marker and the poster that read “KAZUKO FOR KING”, and with a few strokes the recipient of the praise became “Noriko”, whose popularity was much higher and thereby the sign was much more likely to receive positive reactions.
|Youkai Kazuko||Jul 28 2010, 01:17 AM Post #4|
There were no words to describe her disappointment. No actions to fully demonstrate her anger and no sake strong enough to tame her. Who the fuck? No. Really. Who the fuck? Kazuko's impeccable timing had caused her to miss the name this high-seated witch went by, she knew but two things about her. She was her new boss and she was going the right way about a Youkai backhander. Hell, if Kazuko had really wanted too she'd have already broken the bitches glasses. Sure she was pretty secure up on that balcony, but it wasn't anything a hop skip and a jump over the balding heads of Central representatives couldn't fix. Especially for one as dexterous as Kazuko.
Gritting her teeth did little to constrain the wave of rage that swept through her, but punching the overbite of the cackling man beside her did a little to ease her. Seriously, if he was going to chuckle along with those buzzards near the front of the mob, then he really shouldn't have placed himself within striking distance of the joke in question. He'd suffer for his misjudgement...when the alcohol wore off he'd certainly realise the dangling tooth.
"What'reyoulookingat?!" Disgruntled, Kazuko turned on the gob smacked group of witnesses and proceeded to charge at them by ways of dispersing them. Well, her return wasn't going as smoothly as she had hoped. Throughout her little tantrum, she could feel that bug eyed Commodore staring down at her. It was easy to be brave when you were held aloft by nine inches of hard sekkisekki.
She was a Captain, she should probably act like she was some demi-god or at least have some decorum. Unfortunately, that wasn't Kazuko's style. She had never been influenced by rank or position, bug-eyes wouldn't make her shake just because she was the Commodore, and the old Central Reps wouldn't make her comply just because they were the Politicians. Her indifference to reputation stood her in good stead when it came to facing off with the most feared of creatures, she'd never shake in her boots while standing in the shadow of a colossus. At the same time, she didn't change the way she was just because of the robes she wore or the title she held, Kazuko was Kazuko 100% of the time. It didn't matter whose company she was in, she wouldn't chop and change herself to make things easier for others. Besides. She didn't see why she should have to act differently to be seen as a Captain, she hadn't gotten that spot by acting as if she were capable of it. Kazuko just was capable.
Grumbling, Kazuko shook off her displeasure with a shrug of the shoulders and only after giving Tenji a dirty look, she headed off towards the bobbing sign she could see near the fringes of the Main Chamber. When she got within spitting distance of her invitee 'Samsara,' she realised she was the meat in an old man sammich. Ew. Kazuko would have been a tad happier to see the busty fallacy of a woman if it hadn't been for the fact that Samsara was in the midst of replacing her name with the name of that bug-eyed slag. Mouth open, Kazuko inserted herself into that little sicko sammich only to pry the plaque from her 'and guest's,' hand. Turncoat.
"NOBODY FOR KING!" Kazu snapped, obliterating the thing where she stood. She even stomped on it for good measure. All these tantrums made her somewhat parched, so she helped herself to Samsara's glass immediately after laying into the sign. "You better watch it," Kazu growled lowly, her mere presence apparently enough to shake the old cheerleaders from Samsara's side. "If you're not on the Kazu team, then...then...well. You know what'll happen." Naturally, she became a whole lot less intimidating when she couldn't finish her intended threat...
Basically, she'd out Samsara as Shinji if the ho' didn't watch it. Yeah. She really would. Why? Well she wasn't having the best of days, that alone called her to make someone elses a misery.
|Kokuyougan||Jul 28 2010, 04:08 AM Post #5|
There was another guest, an invitee of Shinji apparently; an amber-haired man (not that it could be seen beneath the Onmitsukidou mask that very thoroughly covered his features). Now he was no ordinary man; he was a manly man, with manly features and a manly physique and all other kinds of manliness going on with his manly manhood… Or so any onlookers might think after seeing what was about to happen (the word ‘manly’ in his mind is interchangeable with the word ‘suicidal’ in other people’s minds).
Exactly when had he entered the scene? One couldn’t say, but in no time flat he was already headed towards making a scene. “How,” you ask? Well…
“So, come here often?” The ninja winked through the only slit in the cloth covering his face as he spoke to the recently crowned Commodore. Now how had he arrived at the balcony? Well, he actually reached it in one leap when no one (apparently the two women by the name “Kazuko” and the alias “Samsara” did a very good job of distracting the party’s older attendees) was looking, completely unassisted by shunpo or even just a reishi platform.
Spouting a few more terrible and cliché pick-up lines in the form of questions like “How you doin’?” and “You always look this beautiful?” before she even had a chance to answer the first three; the man seemed quite intent on seducing the older woman out of that robe and that piece of floss Noriko seemed to have mistaken for pants.
Now was there any particular motive for the man to place his balls within such an unsafe distance of a metaphorical guillotine (or a potentially literal pair of scissors this woman called legs)? Probably not. Perhaps he was trying to profile her personality? That seemed unlikely though, given how unprofessionally he’d approached her, not to mention the way he was sitting on the edge of the balcony while talking to her (giving her the perfect opportunity to push him off the edge and straight into a potentially neck-breaking injury).
Edited by Kokuyougan, Jul 28 2010, 04:12 AM.
|Youkai Kazuko||Jul 29 2010, 06:37 PM Post #6|
You never did know, you don't wanna know, there's another show playing in your window
After briefly observing the uncontrollable antics of Captain Youkai, Noriko quickly came to realise what the Gotei had been missing all these years. A mascot. Unfortunately, it went against her character to outwardly chuckle as Kazuko lobbed a poorly coordinated right hook into the closest man shaped target, instead, Noriko turned from the sight and prepared to leave the open balcony. If she expected those shinigami gathered below her to carry out her every whim and fancy, she really should get started with sweet talking them and boosting their loyalty to her. Not to the Gotei, but to her, personally, of course.
However. In the moments it had taken her to pull her attention from the swarm on the floor and decide to join it, Noriko herself was joined by a rather bold individual. And from his attire, she could easily ascertain his being a member of Kazukos so called elite police force. Rather than straight out demand an explanation as to what on earth he thought he was doing, Noriko found herself smiling earnestly at his dodgy one liners. Was every Division as openly demonstrative about their feelings as the Second? Or were they the one bad egg in the Gotei? Whatever the case, if they were all as humorous as this man and his apparent Captain, they’d serve Noriko well as cannon fodder as well as comical relief for when things just got too heavy.
He seemed to be as hasty as his Captain, what with his following each one liner as closely as he could with another, equally as bad one. Noriko eyeballed the man, or as much as she could see of his face, before even trying to reply to his onslaught.
“Do you corner all of the women who take your fancy?” Raising an eyebrow in question, Noriko thought about pushing the man from the ledge he had perched himself so precariously on, but then thought that doing so would reduce her to the likes of Captain Youkai. Instead, she turned from him slightly and stood beside the door her waving hand gesturing the man to open it for her.
“Perhaps you’ll keep the other, lesser, sexual predators at bay if you accompany me to the main hall?” Or perhaps he’d realise that this one was more trouble than she was worth. Then again, she’d come to realise that most men were gluttons for punishment, on top of that, most were even too dense to realise it.
Edited by Youkai Kazuko, Jul 29 2010, 06:38 PM.
|Rin||Jul 31 2010, 04:56 PM Post #7|
The Seventh's Vice-Captain had always been a light eater and a heavy drinker, and while a few wondered why her captain hassled himself with her attendance to any event of class, most were canny to Mizushi's utter helplessness without his minder. Bringing Rin along with him was - ironically - the most responsible thing for him to do.
Still, the kabuki-faced headache's behaviour in an upper-public venue was something starkly changed from when she drank elsewhere. She insulted no mothers and she started no fights, and while it would be untrue to say that she didn't laugh at everything, she clearly made efforts to muffle it into her sleeve with a wide-eyed look of insanity. She sat complacently to her Captain's left, crystalline sword in lap and wine-glass in hand. She drank with her left and tended Mizushi's cigarette with her right, taking the occasional puff of her own for good measure, and when the Seventh's Captain wanted his glass refilled her frequent response was to dump the contents of hers into his and refill her own after, but occasionally some mysterious force roused her to politely pour from the bottle instead, and this she did with exaggerated servitude.
Laughter escaped the Vice-Captain's lips on numerous occasions throughout the new Commodore's introduction, the new Commodore's speech, and the new Commodore's introduction of the newly returned and lately disgraced Captain of the Second. To Tenji's mumbled comments she only laughed some more, "If she's heard of you at all, Captain, I'm sure she'll keep you at several arm's lengths."
Rin's sharp (and sharply-painted) eyes followed Captain Youkai as she concluded her entrance and began her endearing, trademark antics, the Vice-Captain's first opportunity for exposure. An ever-broadening smile grew across her artificially blanched face, baring her teeth across the chamber to Youkai in clear glee and approval of her tantrum. Tenji's impatiently lethargic gestures did nothing to break the spell, and she traded their glasses in a new low of uncaring, with laughter loudly escaping shortly thereafter.
|Kokuyougan||Aug 1 2010, 06:29 AM Post #8|
“Well,” the man started off, “It’s been something like two hundred years since I last took a fancy to a woman.” Taking the hint, the “Onmitsukidou” member opened the door for her and held it as such long enough for the newly crowned Commodore and himself to pass through.
“I certainly wouldn’t make a terrible body-guard. My uh…” What was the proper term again? Oh right, “My hacking skills are up to par.” Nope, the proper term wasn’t “hakuda” at all.
There was definitely something odd about the man, aside from his notoriously bad one-line flirtatious comments. The way he seemed to be constantly observing his surroundings and looking over his shoulder spoke of the training he’d received and the previous battles he’d fought… or how utterly alienated he felt in a place like this (usually the only division members to attend events like this were Captains and their Vices; this man was obviously neither).
“I hope you don’t mind my asking, but why did they choose you for the new Commodore?” He seemed to stutter and back-step his own question, “N-not that I doubt the decision or your credentials or anything. I’m just wondering.”
|Astral||Aug 1 2010, 05:43 PM Post #9|
Stood just beside a group of lecherous old men, was Setsuai. She hadn’t long been a highly ranked member of the Gotei 13, and already she had witnessed more changes than she ever thought possible. The latest was that a new Commander of the Gotei 13 had been selected - an impressive looking woman with an odd desire to be as naked as is socially acceptable. In any case, Setsuai realized her place was not to judge. She clapped the woman’s rise to power, though she wasn’t quite sure why – she’d never heard of anyone else getting a party simply because they'd gotten better at killing things.
While her reaction to the new Commander was to be expected, what followed was not. As the grand doors swung open, everybody’s attention shifted. Clutching the hilt of her Zanpakuto, Setsuai pushed her right foot out in front of her, ready to engage whatever, or indeed whoever had decided to burst in. Unfortunately, Setsuai’s view of the trespasser was completely eclipsed by the oddly spherical man that had waddled in front of her. If she had been more fanciful, she may have marvelled at his form – but, being the cold bitch she thought she was, she began trying to slam him through the nearest wall.
“I suppose I should have forewarned you all about the controversial reinstatement of Captain Youkai.”
Setsuai’s incessant pounding on the immovable blob hibernating in front of her ended abruptly. She was relatively new to the division, yes, but she’d done her research. Captain Youkai – a previous Captain of the Second Division and Commander of the Onmitsukidou. The tar-black pools that were Setsuai’s eyes widened in disbelief, as her mouth hung open. Clouds of confusion rolled across her face, marring it with angled eyebrows, flared nostrils, as well as causing a rise in her heart-rate. Very few things could get the normally stone-cold Vice-Captain to react like this, but being replaced in the crudest of ways... that could certainly do it.
Oblivious to everything since the announcement, Setsuai returned to her senses just in time for her eyes to fall on the platform at the head of the room. A man, dressed in the uniform of the Onmitsukidou, was encroaching upon the brand-spanking new First Division Captain. Nothing seemed too out of place, as Setsuai found it exceedingly difficult to tell one Onmitsukidou member from the next. The only potential problem was the fact that he wasn't supposed to be doing that. Opening her mouth to say something, Setsuai stopped, frozen in the moment. Her eyes wavered just for a second, and then her decision was made. Turning sharply on her heel, she faced away from the podium. .
"No. It isn’t my job anymore. I shall wait for that wom... Captain Youkai to give me my orders" she muttered, still somewhat out of breath.
While her resolve was iron-clad in her own mind, the residual effects of pure unadulterated shock still lingered upon her face - painfully obvious, but only to those that were looking.
|Shinji||Aug 2 2010, 10:31 AM Post #10|
Well this joyous occasion had taken a nosedive, divorced completely from the joyous display of fandom and celebrity that Shinji had planned. No, with plans torn asunder with the fluttering scraps of the poster and with the angry dissenting cries of the old men who had been drinking from the bottle with impunity, Shinji rose to his full...stunted height in the gigai. Right, Samsara had to remember her place and not go all extreme makeover on Kazuko's face with a fist. The shouts of anger that had spurred the Rey incognito had now died down to an awed whisper, as if the men had no interest in upsetting the conditions that had delivered a possible catfight to their very feet. How disappointed they were then when the woman merely achieved more height in order to whisper in the ear of her angered assailant.
Hands pressed against the sturdy shoulders of the reinstated Captain and head angled upwards, the shorter 'Inji' delivered the words that she would by no means be able to give to the Commodore herself; though their current recipient's attention worked just as well. Cryptic in delivery, should there be an uninvited eavesdropper, but the Captain would understand the meaning within the message:
"Congratulations on your title," What limbs would have been offered for severing by certain onlookers to hear the words the cloaked Shinji whispered to Kazuko, "now that we have direction, maybe something can be done about those pesky Arrancar?" A dare perhaps, a challenge that would have most certainly been veiled had it been given to anyone but the sole Shinigami in the room who knew who this purple haired woman was truly. With a firm pat on the crisp new jacket Samsara's hands relinquished their hold and the diminutive woman dropped back to her usual height, a contented smile and mischievous glint in her eye.
|Youkai Kazuko||Aug 2 2010, 12:08 PM Post #11|
You never did know, you don't wanna know, there's another show playing in your window
Noriko peered at the Onmitsukidou curiously. Two hundred years? Thinking on it only made the woman laugh out loud, though softly. What on earth did that mean? Two hundred years since he’d taken a fancy to women. So what had he been fancying before that eureka moment? She did little to fight the climbing arch of her sceptical eyebrow and shook her head slightly before speaking.
“Though interesting, that’s perhaps not an admission you should make out loud.”
She knew what she was insinuating, and from the mans wit (despite how unassuming it had been a few moments ago) she would wager that he knew what she was poking fun at too. The newly anointed Commodore ducked through the open doorway, not as eager as she should be to meet her Shinigami, or the few that she had to actually meet. The Gotei was in a sad state of affairs, which was perhaps the sole reason Captain Youkai had been so immediately reinstated without trial. Similarly, it was probably why Noriko had found herself holding such a heavy title as Commodore. She was old, older than most in the room, but she was a few centuries too young to have a patch on Tatti. It didn’t really matter, she was here to lead and her Shinigami here to follow. She had very little intentions of getting her own hands dirty with such things as Arrancar and renegade Humans.
“Is that part of the selection criteria for Onmitsukidou these days?”
Her tone was dubious, one look at the graceful Second Division Captain told her that the woman was less than computer savvy. Knowing Kazuko, not that she had the misfortune of knowing her beyond professionally, she’d guess that Kazuko’s idea of turning on a computer would include her loosing her temper, raising her voice and taking a stick to it.
As they descended the stairs and faces came more clearly into view, Noriko decided her next stop would be the 7th Division Captain, she should give thanks where thanks was due and she’d heard of his investigative efforts in finding Tatti’s killer. She’d also heard of Kazuko’s cooperation with him on the matter…but she felt Kazuko might get lazy and stop doing her best if she felt she had done something right.
“Hmm? Well that’s really a question you should ask Central 46.” Noriko gave a few polite smiles and mutterings of thanks to those she passed on her way towards the 7th Captain and his Vice. “But I suppose my credentials outweighed those of any other candidate.” Hers was a truly political mind, she’d dance around the questions she didn’t feel comfortable with answering whilst trying not to alienate the person asking them.
“Captain Mizushi,” Noriko addressed the smoking man, before the swaying form of the woman beside him caught her attention, “Rin.” It was only good manners to address them both…rather than ignore one. “I heard about your work in solving Tattis murder. I have some information that may be of some help to your hopefully, continued efforts.” Hopefully such news would dissipate the cloud of sombreness that seemed to cloak the pair of them.
She should really remember the effect Kazuko had on others.
You never doubted it, you’re so proud of it, there’s no doubt of it…
The bitterness in which her reinstatement had been received reminded Kazuko of why she had hop, skipped and jumped her way to her exile all those years ago. Back then though, being a member of the Gotei was made easier by the presence of her Shadow, Shinji. Now, it seemed he had a life of his own and had lost all desire to pad around in the footsteps Kazuko had left for him. No, this time around Kazuko was well and truly alone. There would be no leaning on others to be had, she couldn’t trust her Commodore, she couldn’t trust her fellow Captains (she would never trust Tenji). What was she really here for? Did the Gotei need a scapegoat to pin their mistakes on? Did the want someone to build up and break down later? Or did they need someone who was willing to do work others only spoke about? Whatever the underlying reasons for her being here were, Kazuko would get to the bottom of it, much to the surprise of everyone around her.
Of course the whole sordid affair was made worse by Samsara’s lack of support. Kazuko would remember that…the sting of the paper cuts she had received from destroying Sam’s plaque would make sure of it. Five hundred and fifty years did little to keep Kazuko from pouting like a child in the face of her friends betrayal or shake the rigid cross of her arms or straighten that slump to her back, it didn’t even allow her to accept the much shorter womans congratulatory whisperings with any grace. Instead, Kazuko pushed the little feck back and away from her, a crooked grin appearing as the only crack in her act.
“I think maybe we need some more canon fodder before we go after them.” Maybe, but not really. The Arrancar weren’t really in a better position as the Shinigami, and if the two did come to a head, Kazuko would have to slap Shinji around for the sake of saving face. After all, word was he was the Rey these days and there was no better destroyer of Reys than Kazuko. She couldn’t destroy Shinji though. If she did, she’d be forced to pay the bills for Kazinji alone. Then again, maybe he was worth more dead than he was alive? Now there’s a thought…
Another thought crossed her mind. Why was one of her people following Noriko around? Or was that even one of her people? Just because they wore a uniform didn’t mean they were an officer. As was the case with Samsara. There would be an uproar should anyone successfully pierce the mans busty disguise. Perhaps that man dragging on the heels of the Commodore was one of Shinji’s in case the worst happened. After spotting him, she then caught some chick eyeballing her. Kazuko caught her stare and matched it…in the same way she would stare out a cat or a dog or anything else. It was the ‘establish the alpha,’ stare out.
Unfortunately it turned a little strange when one of Kazuko’s eyes began twitching. Still, she kept staring. Who the hell was that?! Why was she staring at her?! Unless…
“OI! YOU!” Should anyone make a comment about her mannerisms, Kazuko would remind them that she was born before a time of parties and social snobbery. She flung out her arm and pointed directly at the sour-faced girl. ”YEAH YOU!” Just in case Setsuai was in any doubt of who was staring at who.
“GIT HERE!” If that didn’t sound like an official order, Kazuko could be a little more crude.
Edited by Youkai Kazuko, Aug 2 2010, 12:16 PM.
|Tenji||Aug 2 2010, 02:33 PM Post #12|
Looking down on you
The continued antics of not only his fellow captain but of the rank and file Shinigami forced a drawn out sigh from Tenji. Tapping some loose ash away, the expression mirrored something a disappointed father would display before saying something like: "See? This is why we don't have nice things." Still, he had an appearance to maintain... especially if his comrades were collectively going to act so unprofessionally. At the very least he had to seem dignified to bestow some confidence in the military force whose duty it was to protect these blue bloods.
Whether Kazuko noticed or not, she was definitely getting a certain "look." A raised eyebrow and tired expression grew on Tenji's face. It was her first five seconds back in public and she brought along her better half disguised as a woman and some random nobody who approached the commodore in a way that would likely result in him being torn in half. And, since they were brought there at Kazuko's request... by Tenji's estimation, she was accountable for their actions and misbehavior.
Tenji was soon distracted, however, by the entrance of Setsuai. He had seen her once before in the land of the living. The girl appeared to be doing her rounds and his presence disappointingly went unnoticed... not that Tenji made it easy for her to detect him. Nor could he expect the members of the Onmitsukidou to be as top notch as they once were when he led the group. Still, the tactics captain has plans for her, diminished as they were given that she now had a captain.
"There is the girl I was telling you about, dearest Rin," Tenji said, pointing in Setsuai's direction with his cigarette between his fingers, never actually looking at his vice captain. "She seems rather out of place, wouldn't you agree? I imagine you two might have a bit in common. You should introduce yourself sometime soon and give her my best... she shall certainly need it with Kazuko leading her."
A slight smirk was offered before his green and blue eyes rolled over to another direction, just in time to see Noriko approach. Out of respect to the approaching superior, Tenji refrained from taking a drag and exhaling a plume of smoke into her face. He instead took a drag and directed the smoke out of the corner of his mouth in his subordinate's face. What a classy fellow!
“Captain Mizushi. Rin. I heard about your work in solving Tatti's murder. I have some information that may be of some help to your hopefully, continued efforts.”
"You honor us with your presence and kind words, Most Honorable Commodore," Tenji began, going through all the tedious formalities one would come to expect from the snake, ending the statement with his trademarked smirk. "Given the chaotic state I felt it necessary someone put work into the matter. And if you believe the tactics division would be better-suited to handle the investigation, we shall see to the mystery being solved with utmost efficiency."
Tenji placed just a hint of emphasis on the word "tactics." Emphasis enough that it was clear he was not regularly involved with investigating matters. And it would be the greatest amount of protest he would offer, too. Were this assignment to stick, he would do as he was told... even if it was a colossal waste of his incredible talents. Besides, he could always continue to make Kazuko do the work while he took more of a supervisor role... and then the credit. Heh. Who knows? He may actually enjoy this chore...
"And if there is anything I can do for you in the meantime, please, do not hesitate to call upon me," Tenji added, tapping some loose ash away. "I hope to see your sure-to-be-glorious reign as commodore go as smoothly as possible."
Edited by Tenji, Aug 2 2010, 06:35 PM.
|Rin||Aug 2 2010, 03:17 PM Post #13|
Rin's eyes followed the trail (lead by the smoke of the Captain's cigarette, but concluded by the tips of his fingers) pointing out the sullen-looking Setsuai. When nothing to laugh at was found in the other Vice-Captain, Rin offered a sensible nod instead, her own mild hysterics finally quelled. Losing interest in studying the woman further, she turned her attention back to the table and refilled the glass that was previously Tenji's from the bottle, raising it to her lips to sip.
"I'll see about it later, once her ... Leading Kazuko has finished. Looks like that will be taking up a good chuck of her immediate time."
As the words were still being uttered, the Vice-Captain looked up to witness Commodore Noriko's approach, and the idea of shutting up and not finishing what she was saying seemed distinctly like the smarter move for a moment that felt like an eternity. When the moment finally passed, though, all had been said, and Rin suffered instead to offer the Commodore a sarcastic, if somehow apologetic smile, before turning her focus back down to her glass. 'Well that was unfortunate, but hey, what the heck did you expect anyway' was the disparaging sentiment to be read from the woman's painted face.
|Astral||Aug 2 2010, 07:37 PM Post #14|
Keeping her gaze locked on the woman that she would henceforth refer to as Captain, Setsuai waited. It wasn't the kind of wait that was filled with anticipation - in fact, all it did was give Setsuai more time to stew in her uncharacteristic misery. She was also being a bit of a drama queen. While she watched, her Captain became aware of her stare. Had it been anyone else, Setsuai would’ve broken the staring contest right there and then by very deliberately averting her gaze. However, it wasn’t until her Captain’s eyes began to waver that she finally admitted defeat. Despite her bitterness and her ability to hold a grudge, Setsuai still valued respect quite highly. Trying to match a Captain now that she was an ‘official’ Vice-Captain just didn’t sit well with her. Bowing her head, Setsuai softly rested her gaze on the floorboards.
A rush of what could only be described as adrenaline blasted through Setsuai’s body, if only for a moment. The shout had pierced through the general mumbling that accompanied most social gatherings. Lifting her head, she again locked eyes on Captain Youkai.
By this point, it was very clear to the young Vice-Captain that Captain Youkai did nothing by halves. She wouldn’t just make an obnoxious entrance, no no no – she’d maintain a high standard of her decidedly unique brand of pomposity. Still, Setsuai couldn’t help but feel a small thrill from the impending confrontation.
And there it was - her first order from her first proper Captain. A momentous occasion for most, but Setsuai vowed to refrain from noting it down in her diary (which may or may not have existed), since ‘git here’ was hardly something worthy of much note. The brief moment of hesitation was punctuated by a short, sharp sigh, but quickly followed by Setsuai’s resolve again becoming apparent. Locking her arms firmly behind her back, she strode over to her Captain – the relatively sparse crowd parting for the slight girl. That was one of the benefits of shouting at someone – it drew a lot of attention to the person in question.
Upon reaching Kazuko, Setsuai stood steadfast before the woman, mentally sizing her up. She bowed her head a minute amount, in place of an actual greeting. “Hiako Setsuai, Second Division Vice-Captain and Head of the Onmitsukidou’s Reversal Counter Force” raising her head, she widened her stance slightly. Venom seeped into her eyes as she continued “And for the last nine years, acting Captain of both the Second Division and the Onmitsukidou”. The venomous glare she was giving was topped only by the not-very-well-hidden and wholly acidic subtext that accompanied her greeting. “A pleasure to meet you, Captain Youkai...”
Edited by Astral, Aug 3 2010, 07:12 PM.
|Youkai Kazuko||Aug 3 2010, 08:36 PM Post #15|
There was something about Captain Mizushi that reminded Noriko of herself, perhaps that was why she felt a little weary of him, as if there was something about him that was at least slightly sinister. She didn’t generally think of herself as being a sinister presence but something about this man, and perhaps by extension, something about his Vice-Captain put her and her body on alert. Whatever it was, it was instinctual and not something she could train herself away from doing. His formalities stood in stark contrast to the continued informalities of her other accountable Captain. How had Kazuko and Tenji worked together on this? Unless of course Tenji appealed to the hard working nature of the Youkai and used her as something of a mule. He was smart, she could tell that just by the way he interacted with her. Bowing his head slightly, making her feel as a Commodore should; Powerful, and in doing so he was trying to garner her trust.
Well. This one didn’t have any trust to instil into him. You didn’t live for eight-hundred and eighty eight years and miss out on the lesson of how selfish human nature is.
To his words, Noriko smiled politely. She did nothing to discourage him from continuing in the same, overtly respectful manner, instead she allowed him to continue. After all, it was how everyone should address her. Those who didn’t were easily identified as being far too proud for such things, but this Captain of the 7th seemed to adapt easily to being the inferior. Adaptable was good, but it was also something that should be watched carefully. He could easily adapt to thoughts of granduer and seek to usurp Noriko from her perch. The ideals of other, enemy organisations could draw him away if they seemed more appealing. And of course, one should never forget the most glaring of factors that made this man untrustworthy. He was head of the tactics Division.
Snake in the grass was as good a tactic as any.
She found his final comment quite disturbing. What gave him cause to think that her stay as Commodore wouldn’t go smoothly? The impending threat of an Arrancar invasion was nothing new to the Gotei, least of all its operatives. The situation was the humans had been closely watched for some time now, and while the sudden death of Tatti had rattled their cages, Noriko was in as good a position as Tenji himself. She couldn’t see a man of his nature doubting himself, so why did he doubt her?
With such thoughts in mind she decided to rescind her previous comment. “Then again, it does seem like a trivial thing to bother you with, Mizushi.”
He seemed impressionable to greater forces, so sending him on a run of the mill investigatory mission seemed like a waste of talent. Besides, Noriko could think of other more, unsavoury, tasks to bother him with. No, Kazuko would do. Either way she figured Kazuko would be the one doing the work, whether or not Tenji diverted his task to her or Noriko issued it to her herself.
What should she delegate to Tenji? Well as he was so keen to remind her, he was of the tactics Division and should really be the one giving her ideas on how to deal with the situation.
So, this was a Captain ordering a Vice-Captain around? Oh ho ho ho! Kazuko could get used to this! Though from the sour look on her Vice’s face, she probably shouldn’t. Poor Kazuko had never had a functioning Vice-Captain to push around, she had been the Vice-Captain but her initial reign as Second Division Captain had ended as quickly as it had begun. This was a chance for her to do things right this time round! She should cherish every breathing second she had with her caddy. N’yes. Caddy. To think, if Kazuko asked the girl to fetch her a glass of wine, she’d certainly receive a glass of wine! Things had never gone so smoothly for her. Hell, if she asked for a full bottle, she might even get a bottle! Only now could she understand the reason for that hitch in Tenji’s step, and that upturn of his nose as he looked down on others. It was Rin’s fault. He had received a submissive Vice-Captain and immediately a proverbial stick had been lodged up his backside as he began dishing out orders. The thrill of it had simply gone straight to his fat head.
It just went to show that few people could really handle success and remain the same as they had been before it. Lesser beings got carried away with it.
Kazuko wasn’t a lesser anything. Not at all.
The head of the Onmi what now? Oh! The guys in black…that delivery ninja service that Kazuko had once dabbled in. Oh that was right, she was the head of the head of the head of the Onmietcetera now! At first, before Setsuai exposed herself as being a chatty Betty, Kazuko figured that was the reason why she approached her new Captain with some venom. Instead it was because those nine years of doing the work of a Captain had counted for nothing. Well, that’d teach her for showing initiative. If you gave the Central 46 an inch on you, they’d take a mile and a half. Taking advantage was something they excelled in. They would have noticed Setsuai’s desire to become the next acting Captain of her division and they simply capitalized on it to their benefit.
“A pleasure? Hate to hear what you sound like when you’re not happy.” Kazu scoffed, introducing the mahogany red wine in her glass to her stomach. It was hardly easy going down, as disgusting as red wine was, but when one is drinking for free, one cannot be picky. Maybe she’d start talking like Tenji too. She peeked through the crowd at him, and even though she failed to catch sight of him, she guessed he was probably swishing it glass around and sticking his big nose in it to sniff at the wine by ways of testing the flavours. Or some other such wine tasting bullshit.
“Set…sooeye?” Her tone spoke true of her feeble memory for names, and the strained expression was a clear indicator that Setsooeye was Setuai’s new name. “CHEER UP! I’ll still leave all the paper pushing to you.” What a booby prize, but a prize all the same. After another Tenji inspired sniff and swig of her wine, Kazuko decided it was probably high time she gave little Setsooeye some golden advice.
“Y’know the Captain of the-”…shit, that strained expression and confused tone returned to her suddenly. What squad was Tenji Queen bee of? Psh, the lazy, slimy does fuck all squad. But officially, what was it called? “Captain Tenji.” Yes, she disliked him so much she had never put in the time required to learn his surname. “Well you can just write off anything he says to you as complete and utter bullshit. He’s what we call, in the business,-” what business? “A rat-eyed, snake-tongued bastard.” Official terms here.
Kazuko leaned her weight more onto one leg, and raised the other to rest against it, Kazuko shared this one legged stance with such flying creatures as the exotic flamingo, or the diseased ridden seagull. “What I’m saying is, watch him. He’ll say what he thinks you wanna’ hear. And if he’s being nice? Nine times out of ten, he’s after something.” Unfortunately she couldn’t warn Setsooeye away from the mans underling, Rin, even though she was the picture of something you wouldn’t want to bump into in a dark alleyway, she had never given Kazuko cause for real concern. She served under the snake, but either she wasn’t as slippery as he was, or she was just better at masking it. Ha. Masking.
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