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[Gobantai Hirako Shinji]

Shinigami Hollow Vizard
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Despite Shinji's frustration, he knew Grimmjow was right. If Yamamoto had decided it, there was little to nothing he could do about it. It pissed him off, and he wasn't alright with the decision, but it was something he'd have to accept, being back under someone else's command again.

"Whatever," he finally scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest, "but there's no way in hell I'm takin' 'im as my lieutenant." Again, though, if that had been Yamamoto's choice, there was a reason behind it. Perhaps this was some sort of second chance? Or perhaps the old fart was more sadistic than they all realized.

Shinji's eyes nearly narrowed at Grimmjow, not in quite an angry manner, but more in a way of concentrating. His lips pulled down in a grimace, another irritated sound escaped his throat as Aizen came back into his line of vision. He did look different-- younger, more innocent, and honestly not an evil character-- but Shinji didn't trust a thing he saw around the traitor. He even ignored the pit in his gut that told him this Aizen really was different. There was absolutely nothing that would cause him to forgive or accept Aizen again.

Suddenly, the blonde's head cocked in the direction of Aizen and Ichigo, his gaze wandering past both males. A semi-familiar presence started leaking its way toward him and he eventually recognized it well enough to call out the name he associated with that particular brand of spiritual pressure. "Oi, Ayano! What're ya hidin' for? Get on out here!"

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An' damn proud of it.

[Allorain]

★»» Fidgeting uncomfortably, she looked at her fellow lieutenant, imagining how it would feel to be subjected to this type of attitude. She had read files, in the archives when she had originally been in the fourth division. That had been one of her favorite jobs, taking care of the library and archives. She had remembered getting odd chills when reading the file on the past lord. There was also a list of names of past arrancar, and particularly the espada, her name had been on that list. When she had been reading it it was just a thought to store for later use, it did not matter that different dreams plagued her about her past life, she was no longer that person. She barely remembered her dreams in the first place, and cast them off as a random figment of her imagination, but now. Now, it was different.

She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and glanced at her captain, that had been why he had wanted her to leave. She racked her brain for possible memories, anything that she could remember from her past life. She glanced at Aizen as she concentrated; suddenly, a quick flash of the man standing in front of her, but with a cold smirk and a feeling of immense fear hit her so hard, that she began to shake. She came back to the current situation, and realized that she was shaking so badly, that the bells attached to the crimson ribbons in her hair were making a small racket.

[Charlee PandaBear]

AYANO TENJOUGA



Ayano cringed before mentally slapping herself, realizing she had let her Reiatsu become known. She stepped from around the corner, managing a weary smile to each of them, her dual-colored eyes finally landing on Shinji.

"It's an old habit of mine, I suppose." She told him, her right arm still hidden under her Haori to hold her left arm as she forced herself to ignore the pain. "I never really lost my old habits from when I was just a random kid in Squad Eleven." She added, her Haori shifting as she rubbed her arm to try and ease the pain.

Ayano looked around the group again. She could place a name with everyone but the other female, having never assiociated herself with much of anyone but the men around her. "It has been a while though, Shinji-san." She mentioned, looking back over to him.



SQUAD THIRTEEN TAICHOU

[Gaacha]

Mayuri Kurotsuchi / General Freak / Captain of Squad 12

< I Want to Dissect You >
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"Irritating, Irritating." How did this even happen? All that work for nothing. He'd been working on this for weeks. And now it all went to nothing. The blue-haired man threw a beaker, hard to his left, the glass shattering against a hard stone wall; a odd red-pink liquid bubbling outwards, making a horrid steaming sound, bubbling and oozing horribly as it slid down to the ground, thanks to gravity. The Area on the wall where the substance touched burned and corroded almost immediately.

The Blue-haired Individual would get Akon or Rin to clean it up later. He wasn't going to touch it. Hell; who knows what it would do if it was handled without some sort of protection?

Mayuri smiled at the thought of what might happen, a slight Giggle bobbing in His throat.
Turning away from his desk, he stands and runs a hand through his messy, dark-blue hair. He Should really Just cut it all off again. But at the rate in which his heavily modified body made it grow, it really wouldn't be worth the effort. And after ruining his long-worked on experiment, he really wasn't in the Mood to Do much of anything that would take actual effort anymore.

Including Actually putting the hour or so effort into putting paint on his face, as he did ritualistically every other day.

Mayuri Kicks a piece of equipment on the floor as he walks idly by it, some sort of broken machine used for something he really didn't give a damn for. The whole Research lab was a mess. He'd have to make a note to beat Nemu later and make her clean the entire thing. It was so damn /Irritating./

He Had to clear his head. Perhaps a walk through the Sereitei would cool him off. Spy on a few of his fellow soul reapers. Perhaps Initiate a bit of mental torture to a few of the seated officers or newer recruits. Something interesting, or at least distracting to get rid of this general feeling of anger.

He Strode out of the Squad 12 Research Headquarters, walking at a slow, almost lazy pace, Blinking hard twice when the bright sun within the cheery sky hit him square in the face. He Reaches a hand up to shade his eyes for a moment, allowing them to adjust, and he makes a loud 'Tsk' sound between his straight teeth. Golden eyes against an almost impossibly pale face, messy blue hair framing it messily.

Perhaps he should have brought a hat. He forgot how sickeningly bright the Seretei was. Not that it needed to be. Most of the weather, and even the light within soul society was fake. But Realistic Enough to still bother the human mind when it Rained, was dark outside...

And sometimes even snow.

"....Irritating." He Said again, As if he didn't know any other words. He continued walking, no real Destination in mind, His hands swinging Idly at his sides, zanpakutou hung on his belt, and his captain's jacket flowing around him almost like a cape.
He Felt a little naked without his usual mask and makeup on. But that, like everything else, could go ignored in time. not like it mattered any.

The Seretei was oddly quiet today. Mayuri passed by a few low-ranked soul reapers, but nobody who really caught his eye. A Few of them he gave his best Mad-Scientist look, followed by a small surge of his spiritual pressure to send them running off, but nothing fun at all.

After About a good Twenty minutes of walking, he almost considered going back to his headquarters to find someone to scream at. But That's when he Heard voices. A Few Yells, and the sound of someone getting hit.

Hard.

Mayuri realized he had made his way into the squad 11's area in his Absent-walking. And of course, there was something going on. The Squad 11's were all a bunch of rambunctious fools, and they were probably just fighting among themselves again.

But then he heard a voice he recognized. The one belonging to that Human soul reaper. Kurosachi? Kurosuki? Mayuri Really didn't care enough to remember the kid's name. All he could really remember was The rough, childish sound of his Voice, and that really annoyingly-bright hair color.

Well; this was going to be interesting. He Always wanted to Experiment on That kid. Seeing as his Origins were strange. He Wanted to know about the Whole Mask-Business too; and picking him apart would probably help him understand it a bit better.

Silently peeking in to the scene from around a corner, he watches the uncanny group who had gathered. He Grins. The group consisted of quite a few people he wouldn't mind locking up and testing. Including Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, Ex-Espada-now-Captain, Hirako Shinji, A Soul Reaper whom he had met over 600 years ago, who he still didn't like very much, That 'Kurosatchi' Person, and a few Women.

The Last Person was a subject of extreme interest for Mayuri. Aizen Sousuke. The Man Who Had Almost ******** Everything Up for the entire Human World and Soul Society years and years ago. Turns out the kid was Reborn, and that he was, once again, accepted into soul society? And not only that, under a rank such as Lieutenant? The source of the yelling and scuffling Was Between Hirako and Sousuke. Seems that Grudge never did go away.

Mayuri can't help But let out a giggle, and he continues to watch the scene in front of him.
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Come, Be My Experiment. I Promise not to Mess With you *Too* Much....

[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･✿.｡

The light tap on the forehead caused Rangiku's vision to blur uncontrollably. Almost about to trip over herself, she felt her body being lifted onto the man's shoulders. Too dizzy to object, the woman slowly closed her eyes feeling a wave of familiar warmth consume her. Being held closely like this reminded her of Gin's gentle touch on her skin. A smile appeared on her lips at the thought, memories of being loved that she had cherished forever. "Gin..." She whispered, curling her arms up to cover the sudden pain in her chest.

A half an hour or so passed when Rangiku's dizziness from the strong liquor faded, growing sober once more. It didn't take long for soul reapers to recover from such things, especially for a lady who did these sort of things on a daily bases. Her eyes shot back open suddenly remembering everything that had happened. Glancing over her shoulder, she looked down seeing the Arrancar carry her like some sort of luggage and immediately started to protest before the sight of the city that lay before them caught her attention. "The Seireitei...?" She mumbled under her breath.

Reaching out, the feisty lieutenant caught the side of a tavern as they passed it. Grabbing the side, she attempted to pull herself off him, but the wood slipped from her grasp before pricking her finger. Rangiku yelped snatching back her hand, quick to put the finger in her mouth, sucking the sudden dripping blood that trickled from the tiny wound. "Owy! Look at what you made me do!" She growled forcing him to look at the small cut on her finger.

"Let me down!" Rangiku flailed about ruthlessly. She found it odd for a hollow to show such manners, although she'd never admit it, she was impressed at how he took care of her while she was intoxicated. But none the less, now that they we're at the heart of Soul Society, she had to put a stop to him as soon as possible. Pushing off his body hard, she lept backwards into the sky. Surely she had planned to land gracefully on the ground in front of him then say some cool one liner to impress him, but alas, she lost her balance and ended up falling onto the ground face first. Eep!

"Tch! Ow! Ow! Ow!" Cursing under her breath, Rangiku dusted herself off and stumbled back up. So far, throughout this entire encounter, the only injuries she was receiving we're all self inflicted wounds. How she managed to stay alive this long without her Captain by her side was a miracle within it's self. But then again, by the way she burned threw her life, it wasn't like she was trying to live, quite the opposite.

"Alright, play time's over. Time for the blood shed to really fly." Rangiku said coldly, still slightly embarrassed. In one single motion, she unsheathed her Zanpakuto once more. Her cat like eyes flickered with excitement as she dashed forward, suddenly attacking the man. In the back of her mind, she wanted to purify his soul, for selfish reasons. So without hesitation, she shot a few quick swipes at him. The wind around the two suddenly picked up causing her long hair to sweep upwards as she moved in closer to him.

(( EDIT: I'm going to be pretty busy on Christmas eve and Christmas, so I won't be able to post until this weekend, sorry! >3<; ))

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

[iGrimmjow]

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

Ichigo paused feeling something eerie linger in the air. He brushed off the feeling then glanced down at his shivering lieutenant. Thinking she was cold he plopped his Captain's jacket over the girl, then crossed his arms with a sigh. "So from now on there's no room to discuss Aizen's placement. It's troublesome to accuse a man of actions he didn't necessarily commit. So moving on..." Ichigo twitched not feeling comfortable being around so many people at once while he specifically only wanted one person, he walked out of the group and made his way back out of the Divisions grounds to look for Rukia.

As he reached the entrance though he spotted a dark blue haired Captain watching them. Not paying him much mind, Ichigo walked passed him causally. A flickering moment in his mind caused him to suddenly recognized the man, making the orange haired Captain stop in his tracks immediately, halting his movements to do a double take then proceeded to point at the other Captain in an overly dramatic fashion. "Dude!!! Mayuri!!! Is that really you!?! The hell happened to you're face!?! You almost look normal!!!" He yelped taking a step back before bursting out in heavy laughter.

This was indeed the first time Ichigo ever witnessed the mad scientist without his heavy 'clown' makeup. He never knew Mayuri out of all people was competition, looks wise. "Quick! Put a paper bag over your face! I don't want the ladies to see!" He joked not able to stop laughing at the shocking appearance.

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[Tenshu Aizen-Sama]

A role model as always, captain.

The group that had formed seemed to slowly disband in one way or another. Shinji's attention was, thankfully, directed toward another captain (whose presence, if Aizen had to be honest, was a bit unnerving just because of the overbearing ratio of captains to lieutenants), Ichigo seemed on his way to leave before his attention was caught by yet one more captain (this really was getting absurd), and the only other lieutenant involved seemed rather secluded in her own world.

If anything, Aizen shared the sentiment Shinji expressed-- he didn't wish to follow his new captain anywhere-- though for extremely different reasoning. Shinji detested Aizen, and because of that Aizen, rather honestly, didn't feel safe. Shinji had already attacked him openly in the presence of others, so what was stopping him from doing the same (or worse) behind closed doors? If office tension had ever existed, Aizen was positive it would now.

Regardless of his feelings on the situation, however, he was bound by duty and direct orders from the Captain Commander. They were painfully absolute and inarguable, and so Aizen regrettably had no choice in the matter. Adjusting his glasses once more-- they didn't quite sit right on his nose, likely from the swelling that had already begun to build-- Aizen cast a tentative gaze toward Grimmjow before bowing briefly to him and turning to reluctantly join Shinji's side. This would be his place for however long he remained in the Eighth Division, so he adjusted his mind to begin adapting to the unease he felt in the other man's presence.

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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Grimmjow was starting to feel distinctly crowded at this point, and the look Shinji gave him wasn't doing the blue-haired captain any favors either. He was used to dirty looks though, and made do.

Ichigo's spontaneity was a source of annoyance, as was the shaking of Yukiko, and it was at that point that he decided he was quite done with all this bullshit and was going to do his paperwork. Anything other than this would be satisfactory. Besides, he still had to deal with the fact that Aizen was a part of his world once again, and he didn't like it. It left a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach, an ironic expression that he usually found amusing at the worst of times. But not today.

Shinji's concerns were definitely not falling on deaf ears. Grimmjow wouldn't ever trust Aizen, there was too much bad blood there. But then again, he didn't fully trust Shinigami in general either.

Without drawing attention to Yukiko--he figured if she still wanted to come, then she would--he walked off on his own without another word. When Aizen bowed respectfully to him, he couldn't help but feel tickled and inclined his own head a fraction in return.

As he passed Hirako, he spoke a friendly warning.

"Don't repeat those actions, eh? You could get in trou--"

Suddenly, a chill passed down Grimmjow's spine and his features tightened. Something had entered the Seireitei, and it was not a Soul Reaper. It wasn't a plus...it wasn't anything benevolent at all.

What he felt was a Hollow. And not a weak one either.

What the hell? Is no one doing their job?! he thought angrily, his fingers gliding over Pantera's hilt momentarily.

"Do any of you feel that?" he said, turning back and referring more to his fellow captains than to anyone else. And thankfully, there were quite a few to hear him. If he was the only one who had felt the presence enter the Seireitei, he wouldn't be pleased. Soul Reapers were meant to sense Hollows, dammit!

The question isn't just about sensing the goddamn thing. It's about how the ******** it got here...

He was perceptive, but not quite so much that he could pinpoint a power level on this individual. It felt like a Menos from what he could tell so far.

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La Sexta Espada

[iGrimmjow]

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

Ichigo nodded hearing Grimmjow's statement. "Yeah, I felt it too." He replied in a serious tone. He turned to look up at where the energy source was coming from, then shrugged. "But seeing as it's not much of a threat right now, I assumed the lower units were already taking care of it."

Ichigo knew that Soul Society was quick to clean out any disturbances asap. Why should this case be any exception? "None the less I can go check it out for you, if it scares ya' that much, kitten." Ichigo glanced back at the blue haired Captain with a smirk, taunting his rival.

There was something odd about this situation, however. Normally, he'd also feel the reiatsu from the other soul reapers, but he only felt one familiar one. Although it was faint, he had been around her for so long it was almost impossible for him to ignore her presence.

Ichigo brushed a hand through his hair wondering if she was alright taking on a Hollow alone. "...Rangiku..." He groaned wondering why the hell she was alone in the first place.

"...She's hogging all the excitement..." Ichigo couldn't just stand there and let that happen, and it gave him an excuse to save the damsel in distress and be the hero, like always.

That thought in mind, the man almost felt giddy as he spun around and started practically skipping out to the Seireitei before breaking into a sprint, wanting to be the first one to reach Rangiku. His mind raced with sly remarks he planned to say after making a dramatic entrance.

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[Allorain]

★»» Yukiko blinked confusedly, why did she have her captains' cloak on? It took her a minute to realize, and pull her from her thoughts, she was almost dwarfed by the large piece of white material. She could not really refute Ichigo's comments about being short any more. She hoped that she had not missed much that had transpired, while she was caught up in her thoughts. Glancing once more at her fellow lieutenant with a smile she gave a small nod to him, she did not care who he used to be, he was different now and that was all that mattered in her book. Turning, she was about to follow Grimmjow, when he stopped. She now noticed what he was talking about, she did not know why she had not felt it before he made it apparent. It was probably because she was simply a lieutenant and had not honed her reiatsu locating skills yet.

She groaned inwardly as her captain began to head toward the area of the hollow. She turned, almost tripping on the white material, and quickly caught up to him. She was soon matching his sprinting pace. As she ran, she readjusted Shinku Sutoringusu, her thin black zanpakuto that rested on her back, to be readily accessible if a fight should arise. "I am here to back you up Kurosaki-Taichou!" She said with a smile. She was ready to stand by her captain no matter what was waiting to be dealt with.

{{Wow, I just realized that Yukiko should be calling captains by their last names. Dx Fail.}}

[Gaacha]

Mayuri Kurotsuchi / General Freak / Captain of Squad 12

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How Irritating. Mayuri frowns deeply at him, and scratches his cheek with his longest fingernail. "Don't adress me so formally," Mayuri says, giving him a flat, deadpan look. "It's Kurotsuchi-sama to you. And I Expect to be called that from now on."

The Teen kept babbling at him unnessesarily, commenting on his looks and Insulting him quite efficently. Mayuri stands there, Just staring at the berry-headed boy, looking every bit uninterested and unconcerned with the words coming out of his mouth. Because he was just that.

the bag comment made Mayuri blink, and his stance Changed, taking a step forward, a grin on his Not-so-frightening face, but Still a creepy look nonetheless. "Perhaps, Berry-head, you will lend me your paper bag? The one You normally use when you go out in public?"

His Words were meant to be scathing and Insulting, But it really didn't matter in the end, for there was a loud rise in Riatsu that quite efficently Inturrupted the vauge, but present conversation.

Mauri's gold-brown eyes turn to look in the direction where the commotion was coming from, not batting an eyelash when the red-head ran off towards whatever the hell it was. Mayuri's frown deepens. "Kuh. What a pain." was All he said, folding his arms about his chest, and turning to look at the Espada-Turned-Soul-Reaper-Turned-Captain.

He Walked in to the little group that was made, and gave Grimmjow a very meaningful stare, Tilting his head to the side, The Usually Painted-up captain grins. "So, Captain Jaegerjaques," Mayuri Says, His Words dripping like poison.

"Instead of just standing here Idly and asking us if we felt anything, Why not follow young Berry-head's lead and jump in without thinkin'?

Mayuri Sure as hell wouldn't be the first to Follow Kurosaki. No. He'd Wait for everyone else to leave before he would, take a few minutes to analyze exactly what the enemy was capable of, and only then would he make an attempt to neutralize whatever the obstacle was.

It was only practical, Afterall, to send the violence-Loving idiots who didn't think before they acted in first. They'd prove useful later. Better safe then Sorry afterall.

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Come, Be My Experiment. I Promise not to Mess With you *Too* Much....

[TheRambleMaster]

>>>Bakuya

What a silly girl, he seemed somewhat amused by the female but simply kept her on his shoulder as he walked. Staying silent as he walked, the blade at his side simply humming to itself due to the awkward situation. It wasn't like everyday that Bakuya picked up a stray and was nice to it, so it was something that the blade had to watch and listen about to understand. After sometime the female came to, trying to get off him instantly. Well he could have let her down gently but she seemed to have other ideas. Passing a nearby house the vixen grabbed on to only splinter the wood against her fingers; shifting to show him the result. That had been a bad idea as the blood haired male befell the open cut in a lusting manner; blood was one of those things that easily est him off. The smell, taste and touch could easily force him to act if it was intoxicating enough for him. With a little more walking the female had had enough, her body pushing hard against his as if to stop him while leaping backward. Not any of this had really startled him or the like as she tried to come off as supposedly 'cool' but failed miserably by making a face plant followed by a few complains. That was about it before the girl got serious, drawing her zanpaktou and swiping at the air to strike him. The cat eyed woman needed better control and aim, the liquor still in her system from the look of her somewhat poorly aimed attacks. Each being dodged by a hair's length as he shifted, his red eyes watched her for a moment before simply side stepping her. No, he wasn't in the mood to fight now- he had showed that somewhat clearly already. Otherwise the female would have been badly injured at this point.

The thought of snapping the girl's blade or limbs had come to mind, but that would have been a messy procedure; so due to his current temperament and his original plan for the place he simply went to bypass the female- using sonido to create a consider amount of area between her and him. It would probably turn into an all out chase within a matter of minutes- him going towards Seireitei with the use of sonido and her chasing him with shunpo to catch up. Regardless it would still help him with the purpose of coming here, just to see what had possibly changed in Seireitei. "Catch me if you can~" he spoke with a cruel tone that seemed a bit more childish than previously before he started to sonido forward, using the rooftops along with the ground to gain mileage.

The Primera Espada<<<

[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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"Kurosaki shoulda taken off sooner than that," Grimmjow said, the hair on his neck rising a little. He really didn't like Captain Kurotsuchi at all. The man had a way of completely freaking him out, whether it was because he looked at Grimmjow like an experiment or just the way his teeth and eyes and just about everything stood out to the blue-haired captain. Lack of make-up didn't help.

"And you shut yer mouth. Jumpin' in doesn't mean I don't think," he added darkly, before heading after Ichigo. He hated when he was called an idiot, indirectly or otherwise. He'd spent a lot of time trying to learn impulse control over the past few years. Granted, it didn't work, but he wasn't going in sword drawn screaming that he'd kill anyone.

...At least not immediately.

Exhaling sharply to himself, he began to Shunpo his way towards the disturbance, hoping it wasn't as bad as it really could be.

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La Sexta Espada

[Gobantai Hirako Shinji]

Shinigami Hollow Vizard
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A slight pit of nostalgia in Shinji's stomach made him feel rather ill. A group of captains rushing off to explore a strange, yet powerful, hollow presence? Of course, it couldn't possibly be a repeat of his own history-- the man responsible for that was standing right at his side. Irritating close to his side, actually. Wrinkling his nose, almost in distaste, Shinji took a few steps away from Aizen, tucking his arms into the sleeves of his haori.

"They'll be fine," he determined, making an excuse for himself not to join the party. "After all, s'just a hollow." If those two couldn't take care of a measly hollow, no matter what class, then he'd be damned if he could help any.

The look he received from the brunette near him (still a bit too near, he realized, and took another step away), however, told him differently. Ah, hell.

"Damn." His eye twitching just barely, Shinji's mouth pulled down in a wide frown, a perfect upper row of white teeth peeking through. Even if it wasn't a major threat, there was no one to say that whatever had invaded their society was alone, or if it was, would remain so. In fact, more likely than not, where there was one hollow, there were plenty more.

"C'mon, Sousuke," the captain muttered, straightening his stance a bit as his head cocked to the side, hazel brown eyes studying his-- ugh -- lieutenant. He still had high suspicions about Aizen, and wouldn't be surprised if the traitor was using this as a distraction for something. No way in hell was Shinji letting him out of his sight that easily. Without another word, the veteran shinigami sprinted after Ichigo and Grimmjow in a burst of shunpo.

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An' damn proud of it.

[Charlee PandaBear]

AYANO TENJOUGA



Ayano watched as the other captains hurried off, which left her alone with Mayuri. This bugged her only slightly, though she tried not to show it. She gave off a small sigh, debating on whether or not she should go.

Well...three captains and two lieutenants are already headed that way, and it is just one of them...

She finally came to the conclusion that she would just stay behind, pulling her hair over one of her shoulders as she looked in the direction everyone else had dashed off in, her blue and green eyes occasionally darting over to Mayuri. She fiddled with her hair out of sheer nervousness. It has always been an obvious sign that knew her, whether they knew her just a little bit, or like an entire open book.

She was an obvious person to read, unless it came to a battle. You would never know what to expect from her then. Always changing up her ideas and ways in general.



SQUAD THIRTEEN TAICHOU