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[Allorain]

★»» Yukiko shrugged, "He is okay. He does seem odd at times but, he is a good guy." She looked up at him with a small smile. "I will be sure to let him know that he needs to deliver 'his own s**t'. I will make sure that next time he does it himself. It bugs the s**t out of me when I'm just about to go 'home', maybe pick up something to eat on the way and he wants me to come bother you. Seems to have it in his head that I like you or something." She rolled her eyes, at the very idea. She had never told anyone her, well, feelings for the blue haired captain, and she had kept it that way. So how the hell had her captain found out?! This was what pissed her off the most. She scoffed at the very idea, the idea of her not denying her feelings. As her captain apparently wanted to emerge. Oddly enough, her captain seemed to like the idea of teasing people, specifically her. She sighed, "Ichigo-Taichou is...odd." She concluded.

[ShadowKrat]

G.r.i.m.m.j.o.w - J.e.a.g.e.r.j.a.q.u.e.s
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"Odd's not the word I would use for him," Grimmjow said plaintively, slipping the folder under his left arm, then eying Yukiko curiously. "But you don't, right?"

He was asking to gauge her reaction, see what she said and how she said it. And, he was going to do something decent for her too, to show he was better than that p***k Kurosaki. But he wanted to know the answer first.

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La Sexta Espada

[Allorain]

★»» Yukiko's eyes flickered up to meet his as she hurriedly replied, "Of course not." She said not looking at him, but rather at the folder. She was never good at lying, but it was worth a shot. "And what is the word you use for him?" She asked after a short period of time, that felt a lot longer. Looking up at him with her greyish-blue eyes as she awaited an answer. She felt very awkward in this zen garden, and vaguely wished that she had wandered the gardens to a bit more of an extent, they would be gorgeous in the winter, as well as during a rainstorm.

[ShadowKrat]

G.r.i.m.m.j.o.w - J.e.a.g.e.r.j.a.q.u.e.s
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Grimmjow smirked softly to himself. Well, that was interesting. An amusing answer indeed...but he kind of felt sorry for Yukiko all the more. He wasn't a very lovey person, and to know someone might have feelings for him was odd...

"Ahh, there's too many words that could work for Kurosaki. Asshat, douchebag, ******** your pick," he said, shrugging. "But anyway, seeing as he's sent you to me and prob'ly interrupted whatever the hell you were gonna do, what do you say I treat you to food?"

Grimmjow didn't technically have to eat as much as he did, but he still enjoyed doing it. It was an Arrancar habit, actually. They got hungry every once in a while, but eating was really more to fill an emptiness that he had felt in his soul, and as a Shinigami, he didn't have that problem. Didn't mean he disliked eating. With as much as he trained and worked out, he needed the nourishment anyway.

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[Allorain]

★»» Smiling she let out a small laugh. "I suppose you could use any of those words, but I think he is actually nice most of the time. He just doesn't seem to like you, as much as you dislike him." She did not remember her previous life as an arrancar. The memories of the two's conflicts had been lost to her, few remembered her in turn, but it was quite sad, how the mind forgets.
She shrugged, brushing off the odd feeling like she should know the reason for the squabbles. "You don't have to do that. It should be him who is treating me. But sure, I was going to get a bit to eat after I was allowed to go home."

[Gobantai Hirako Shinji]

Shinigami Hollow Vizard
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Clean, white tabi padded lightly along the wooden floorboards of the Eighth Division's headquarters. A light sigh elicited from slightly-parted lips and a bored expression regarded the world around him. Hirako Shinji had been initiated back into the Gotei 13, claiming Shunsui Kyouraku's (who had advanced even further to the Zero Squad) position as captain. He was currently heading to meet the newest member of his division, though he had been ill-informed, and so he remained oblivious to the individual's name, or even their appearance. Seeing as how he didn't take much time to know his subordinates entirely well, he had a feeling he wouldn't be able to pick this newcomer out of the sea of only slightly-familiar faces.

Oh well.

Though it had been six-hundred years since Shinji actually set foot in Seireitei, everything felt familiar-- like a home he had finally returned to after a long, exhausting trip. He was much older now, and much wiser, though his natural charm and sense of humor couldn't be denied beneath the slightly-hardened exterior he'd built.

There was, however, one issue that presented a greater challenge to him than anything else. More so than the adjustment to the looser-fitting robes that were mandatory, more than the exact memorization of a new layout due to his new division, more than winning over a new group of subordinates and establishing himself as a dominant figure, even more than the paperwork that he had been so thankful to be rid of during his days as an outcast. Compared to this task, all of that was as simple as breathing: The task of appointing a lieutenant.

Shinji's mistrust of his former lieutenant led to bad feelings even considering carrying through the action. Perhaps he could mimic Ukitake's former structure, and simply have no real lieutenant. Though, he would then have to rely on the next highest-ranked member, and nothing much would change. No, the idea alone of relying on anyone else was almost a frightening one. It was protocol, though, and Shinji had agreed to take on the responsibilities of a captain again-- all of them.

He knew the time was coming, too. The deadline for his submission of his chosen candidate. That person would then be approached and offered the position, to which they would likely agree. After all, almost no one opposed the honor of being a lieutenant, especially to a captain who had seen and done it all, and really seemed to know what he was doing.

Begrudgingly, Shinji had examined his choices-- the members of his own division and even a few from others-- and ran into an even bigger problem, as if he needed one. Despite their talents and friendly personalities, there wasn't a single soul (no pun intended) that struck him as lieutenant material. They were either stuck-up, brown-nosers, slackers, or just plain idiots. None of them even compared to the lieutenant Aizen had been before he betrayed everyone. Perhaps the embodiment of perfection, the brunette had created a bar so high it would be difficult to surpass. He was polite, well-mannered, respectful, and never complained. His calm, warm demeanor was a pleasant and needed contrast to Shinji's abrasive, vulgar personality. That was what Shinji wanted again, without the hidden deception and all. It was also, very possibly, something he would never find.

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An' damn proud of it.

[TheRambleMaster]

Silence echoed deftly, the lack of sound rattling idly upon his eardrums as he stared up at the same sky that forever cursed the landscape. To be frank, the area was rather dull for anyone's tastes and would soon become a bore at the sight of white sand rolling idly to and fro, the dead trees jutting out here and there, barely helping the desolate area's view. Vibrations tended to be non-existent majority of the time, though on occasion the rustling of sand under the feet of newcomers caught the attention of those that lived here. As rare is it was, that seemed to not deter the void of endless silence that reigned over the land just like the never ending night. Staring up at the sky idly, letting his eyes rolling over the moon; he couldn't help but muse to himself. Peace was in of itself something that the male hated, the sole thing that he cursed from the inner most secret areas of his being. All because of what had happened before.

Through the ages the ill feelings towards the Soul Society had started to fester growing darker and more irrational with every turn, but to him they appeared to stay the same at the core; they had done wrong and I must avenge it. There had been no reason in his eyes as to why Kin his beloved friend had to be killed, the details for his killing had been unbeknown to him; yet the simple fact of the other's death had driven him to insanity and further. Not in a million years had he thought such a thing would happen, hell he had thought the war would have stopped soon enough and things would have gone back to normal; but instead everything was turned on its ear. That along with the blade the other had been guarding had been given to him- the blade that now hung sleekly on his hip- resonating a dark aura about itself as it rattled angrily in its cage. Wanting to be free to feast and live again, but unable. There was no reason for him to unsheathe the blade, save for its bickering that seemed to never stop- the pleading and cursing tones that passed through the sword's mind to Bakuya's continued to drone on, pestering the male to such lengths that days he chucked the thing into the sand, watching as the grains rolled over it; the blade in a rage. Today was no different than that as he unhitched the sheathed to his side and tossed the blade in, the bickering of Mestubou getting louder at the feel of the sand so close. "You Idiot! Get me out of this sand and out of this sheathe! Do you know how long I've been waiting to be out of this damn thing, just unsheathe me already- BUT GET ME OUT OF THIS SANNDDD!" wailed the blade in a slightly higher pitched tone due to the fear of being lost in the turning sands.

Staring idly towards the area of the blade, he couldn't help but ignore it fully as he thought things out; his long blood red hair dancing in a passing breeze as he planned his next course of action. There was no point in sitting around and waiting for the others, albeit it would be nice. Idling himself wasn't something he was for entirely, but all the same he was one for thought out plans, even if they didn't involve anyone but himself. Yet for now he seemed positively geared towards simply seeing how Soul Society had progressed in his time of absence. Had many things changed or had they become as dull as the sands rolling about before him? He snapped out of it to the gurgled sounds of the sword in its sheathe screaming profanity at him, the hilt about to go under. With a swift leap he was gone, appearing beside the hilt to draw it out to hear the sword bicker at him for incompetence and disregard for things of great valuable. Staring down at the encased blade he simply went to shake the thing about in the air, trying to free some of the sand from around its sheathe before holding the hilt up to his mouth. "Silence.." he spoke in a low cruel voice to the blade making the sword vibrate in its sheathe at his tone. It was rare for the arrancar to speak, so even with all the bickering that the sword gave it, it was a wonder that Bakuya wasn't more inclined to give the other back what he was given; a whole huece mondo filled bag of insults and complaints.

Slowly strapping the sword to his side he gave the area one last glance, just about ready to leave and check out Soul Society on his own.

[ShadowKrat]

G.r.i.m.m.j.o.w - J.e.a.g.e.r.j.a.q.u.e.s
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"Then it's all relative. You're gonna eat, I'm gonna eat, might as well save time and go together, right?" Grimmjow asked Yukiko. "Unless you didn't wanna go eat with me, and would rather eat with your own Taichou."

He wrinkled his nose, apparently unconvinced that anyone would be able to tolerate Ichigo's presence for long enough to sit through a meal with him.

Regardless, he began heading back the way he'd initially come. He had to deal with this paperwork at his division now to be done with it. He didn't want to deal with it later, when more would undoubtedly pile up.

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La Sexta Espada

[Tenshu Aizen-Sama]

A role model as always, captain.

The trials Aizen had been put through during his orientation into the Gotei had left him insanely curious about what had happened here, in the past. The Captain Commander had been less than forthcoming with any information and, in general, most shinigami avoided him. It wasn't quite an alienation, but more of an awkward politeness that came about when two parties that didn't truly enjoy each other's company were forced to associate.

That was how it had been in the Twelfth Division, anyway. Aizen remained hopeful, however, that his new captain in the Eighth Division-- Shinji Hirako, he recalled his name was-- would be more welcoming, and perhaps recognize the potential he knew he had.

Aizen was currently making his way from the First Division's office toward his new home in the Eighth Division. He had just been officially reassigned, and ordered to make his way to his new captain's office at once for further direction. However, as haphazardly and inconsistently as the division quarters were aligned, he had quite a trek, finding it necessary to pass by his former division, as well as the Fifth and Eleventh Divisions before reaching his destination.

The brunette had just entered the grounds of the latter division when the sounds of low voices reached his ears. The insistence that he report straight to his new captain lingered in the back of his mind, but his overwhelming curiosity got the better of him. Cautiously, he headed toward the sound-- what seemed, to him, to be a male and female talking back and forth; the male's voice much more aggressive and angry compared to the female's softer tones.

It took only a few minutes of searching before Aizen finally rounded a corner that had him facing what he had been seeking out. Sure enough, the brunette found himself face-to-face with a captain and a lieutenant. He didn't necessarily recognize either of them-- due to his own squad members' suspicion of him, he had limited the number of outings he made to other divisions-- but still remained rather in awe of their overwhelming power. Almost frozen to the spot in their presence, more so the captain's than the lieutenant's, he couldn't help but simply stand and stare ahead at them.

I'm glad to see you once again chose to take the high road.

[ShadowKrat]

G.r.i.m.m.j.o.w - J.e.a.g.e.r.j.a.q.u.e.s
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Grimmjow hadn't been expecting any other surprises, though to be honest...he hadn't been expecting Yukiko either. So when he felt yet another individual approaching, he had to wonder who it was. The reiatsu was not unfamiliar, and yet it wasn't something he readily remembered. Or at least...it wasn't something he could easily identify.

When Aizen turned the corner, Grimmjow stiffened immediately. Now there was a face he didn't ever expect to see again. True, with his hair down the man appeared more youthful and far less imposing, but the former Espada had not forgotten what Aizen had put him through. Memories of crushing spiritual pressure, cruel manipulations, and the pain of losing his arm, if even for a short while.

His eyes narrowed, and flicked to the Lieutenant's badge on Aizen's arm. Well well well...so here the Espada's God stood, finally lower than Grimmjow, his servant. He couldn't help but smirk at Aizen's expression, at that. He looked like he might actually respect Grimmjow now, a thought that tickled him.

"Oi, what're you staring at? Can I help you?" he asked, crossing his arms and sounding only slightly abrasive. Perhaps it was a force of habit dredged up by seeing a man who he'd once spoken to with relative respect, sometimes against his will, but always for his self-interest. He tried to get a better look at the badge from his vantage, so he might figure out which squad Aizen belonged to. A rash thought crossed his mind to ask how Aizen had died, and rub it in his face...

But normal Shinigami didn't usually retain their memories, and if he'd been this obscure to Grimmjow's eyes till now, Aizen most likely didn't remember anything from his sordid past life. Which also explained why he was even in the Gotei 13; or else why would they make the same mistake?

Or are they just making the same damn mistakes again?

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[Allorain]

★»» Yukiko had shrugged and begun to follow the blue haired captain, when the newcomer had appeared. She curiously looked at the brunette, the bells in her hair tinkling as she moved her head abruptly. He definitely seemed familiar, but she did not know why. She had long forgotten her past life, but underneath her curiosity her soul seemed to tremble. As if afraid of something, she could not quite place why she felt this way around someone she had never met, but she knew for sure that she wanted to know why.
"Have I meet you before? You seem oddly familiar- I am sorry, I did not catch your name," She asked with a smile, as she stepped forward slightly.
(Short Dx)

[Tenshu Aizen-Sama]

A role model as always, captain.

Bespectacled eyes focused intently on the captain as he spoke, his words brief and demanding. He most certainly fit the role of Kenpachi, and Aizen could have likely confessed himself to be intimidated by the other man. One other things disturbed him more than anything, though-- this man, this captain reacted quite the same way most others had. He seemed... shocked. Though, not nearly as hesitant or wary as everyone else.

"My apologies," were the first words that passed through his lips. He stooped into a polite bow, aimed at Grimmjow, a streak of concern running across his features at his questionable behavior. "I was simply walking past when I heard voices. I became curious, so I investigated." It wasn't much of an excuse, when it was laid out so lamely, but it was nothing less than the truth.

Nearly forgotten about, from the encompassing presence of the captain, the lieutenant stepped forward and spoke. Aizen's eyes shifted to her as she made herself known, his brow furrowing at her words. Certainly, what she spoke was more troubling than anything. He was familiar? Once more, the newly-appointed lieutenant stooped himself into a bow-- it was proper, in the presence of one's senior, despite their identical rank.

"I am Aizen Sousuke," he introduced, peeking up from his bow to grant the pair a warm smile-- an honest one, at that, "the new lieutenant of the Eighth Division." Though, to be fair, he hadn't formally met with his captain, yet.

That disturbed him just slightly. He had been appointed lieutenant by way of higher authority than his own, but the process seemed very suspicious. Or, perhaps, he was simply ill-informed in the ways of the Gotei's promotional tactics. He couldn't complain, though-- he had wished to advance, and advance he had.

I'm glad to see you once again have chose to take the high road.

[ShadowKrat]

G.r.i.m.m.j.o.w - J.e.a.g.e.r.j.a.q.u.e.s
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Eighth Division...under Hirako, huh?

Now there was another person Grimmjow couldn't say he liked that much. It wasn't an active or open dislike as with Ichigo, but you lose to a guy one time, you get sore. Or at least that's how Grimmjow operated. As far as he was concerned, better Shinji deal with Aizen then he himself.

"I see. Well it's fine," the taichou said dismissively. He decided that was all he really had to say on that. He wasn't sure how to behave around this Aizen. And it really was a different Aizen...polite, honest-sounding...and he didn't have that look in his eyes. The look that screamed deceit half a millenia ago, even to his "dear Espada."

He thought to himself as to whether he'd be able to work well with the Eight Division now. Not that he played incredibly well with others, nor did they ever have to work together a lot. Things had really died down.

But it was still a plausible concern in his mind.

Another concern was how Yukiko might have recognized Aizen. He admittedly didn't know much about her; he'd been wrapped in his own life for too long to take much more than a passing glance at the others around him.

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[iGrimmjow]

׺°”˜`”°º× The name is Ichigo. ׺°”˜`”°º×
I'm the one who's gonna beat your a**. How's it goin'?

((Thanks for giving me permission to post even though my profile isn't up yet. XD ))

Ichigo let out a deep sigh feeling the wind rush to cool off his over heated body. He had been training on a cliff that over looked Seireitei all morning, escaping the ruckus of his normal daily life. He swung his massive zanpakuto to his side then sheathed the blade in one quick motion. "I wonder if that girl is done running my errands yet...." He mumbled to him self stretching his arms out. He fought the urge to lay down in the grass and rest a bit, and walked over to his white Captain's coat that was laying on the ground next to a well grown tree.

With a flick of his wrist, the orange haired man slipped the jacket on a bit overly dramatically and leaped down off the cliff, skidding back down into Rukongai. The black jacket under his Captain's coat, that resembled Zangetsu, was open revealing his heavily bandaged wrapped chest. He ignored the glances of women with lustful stares as he walked around strutting down the streets of Soul Society. He figured he'd look for his Lieutenant and make her buy him some food.

Walking past the entrance, reaching the 5th Divisions grounds, he paused before turning around the corner hearing familiar voices. He narrowed his eyes not wanting to deal with Grimmjow, the Captain spun around on his heels and headed away, but then glanced back hearing Aizen. What's he doing here? He thought to himself wondering if he had any business or paperwork to give him. Grunting, he walked back, turning around the corner with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"What brings you here, Aizen?" Ichigo asked casually, suddenly walking up to the group, he kept his burning eyes on the brunette, pushing his Lieutenant and the stupid cat aside. "Do you need anything?" He was giving off an immense '******** you' vibe trying to ignore Grimmjow's irritating presence. He had no intention sticking around too long. "Yukiko." He glanced down at the small girl over his shoulder. "Don't you have work to do?" He asked not particular found of her hanging out aimlessly around such dangerous men. They may be no threat now, but standing before him were two of his oldest enemies from back in the day, he couldn't help but feel a little protective of his Lieutenant. "You should get going."

Ichigo turned his attention back to Aizen, a man he now pitied. "Ah, that's right, you were just reassigned, congrats." He said, attempting to be nice. "Then that's where you're heading too, give your Captain my regards." Ichigo smirked, scratching the back of his head. "Oh yea, hold that thought." Ichigo turned almost forgetting to tease his Lieutenant. "Heads up shorty!" He called out before tossing a small package at the girl.

A gift from the real world, where he had recently just returned from. "Remember to be safe!" He laughed. What he had thrown was a sealed condom, hinting a vulgar relationship between she and Grimmjow. That was sure to get her red, he chuckled and glanced back at Aizen with a mischievous smirk. He never got tired of teasing his Lieutenant ruthlessly, after all, lately that was the only way he could get any entertainment.

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[Tia Halibel]

☾* Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray thy Lord my soul to keep. *☽

｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.｡Rangiku Matsumoto｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.｡

Rangiku's limp arm fell to the floor as she lounged across the couch in her Captain's office. She brushed her other hand through her beautiful ginger blond hair and sighed. Another sleepless night... Rangiku thought to herself. These past couple days her body was restless, she felt as though it was trying to warn her of an evil presence was about to emerge. She could almost feel it in the air.

Her Captain was nowhere to be seen, probably on a mission. She remembered him mentioning it to her, but she obviously forgot everything he had said. Her thoughts were always wandering, not able to focus. She glanced over her shoulder at the empty liquor bottle and whined. "Aww, I have no money to buy more..." She pouted sitting up.

"Guess I'll have to get the guys to buy me some more drinks today." Rangiku glanced across the room at her reflection in the mirror, then smirked, winking at herself before leaving the quiet office. The woman stepped out into the sunlight, then felt a sharp jolt in her back, causing her to shiver. Her sharp eyes narrowed knowing whatever was lurking out there, was targeting Soul Society. Rangiku wanted to report the disturbance to Captain Hitsugaya, but alas she had no idea where he was located.

She shrugged the feeling off and figured she could use another drink, sashaying off into the Seireitei. The cunning vixen waved down some cute soul reapers, and forced them to escort her to a nearby bar. Well known in the area, everyone in the bar eagerly greeted her and offered her drinks. She laughed taking a hold of a glass and held it up, giving a toast before chugging it down in response to the cheers.

The now intoxicated woman slammed down her last empty glace, joking around with some of the men. Her cheeks felt warm and as the taste of strong liquor lingered in her mouth, she felt relaxed once more. Feeling hot, Rangiku lowered the collar of her robes a little more, revealing her bare shoulders. A couple men took the hint and started fanning her with napkins causing everyone to laugh. She chuckled too, although in the back of her head a strange vision of blood shed kept appearing, causing her to grow nervous.

☾* Should I die before I wake, I pray thy Lord my soul to take. *☽