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The South Pole is a distant location and a group of Shinigami have been sent out to begin an investigative operation on the location. Given how difficult it is to transport their forces here under normal circumstances a small team has been sent out to arrive on their own terms through whatever method they feel best suited to reaching their goal on time.

In regards to what the team is investigating there have been strange blips and hollow energies emanating from the furthest South point in the world. Though not exactly a point of contention for the Shinigami forces some believe a serious threat exists. Others believe that it is simply the radars going wrong. All in all out of simple caution they have sent you, a team of trained operatives, to find if there is any truth to these wisps of hollow reiatsu.

((I'll run on a one post 7 days thing provided 2 members have posted. I'll post instantly if you all post within the 7 day period))

Satto skid to a stop a few meter behind Linuen, he had arrived only a short time after his comrade. Satto's deep brown eyes surveyed the perimeter first making sure to cover his surroundings first before addressing his teammate. Satto stood a rather tall 6'3" he had a thin tone frame and was a humanoid Doberman Pinscher. "Tsuriba Satto, 2nd squad reporting in." He spoke softly and eloquently. Satto wasn't one to chit chat though he found it necessary to introduce himself to his teammates so that they could properly work together.

Satto was dressed in his usual attire, wearing the classic shinigami robe with his custom captains robe on top. Though the captains robe held no rank Satto seemed to cling to it his desire for rank and order not fading like the necessity for captains had. Satto was also wearing boots over his feet and the sleeves from his robes came down over his hands concealing both his dog like hands and his wakisashi.

Satto stood with his left arm in the sleeve of his right awaiting their other teammate so that they could begin the mission.

Satto's left ear twitched when Linuen began to speak. Satto hadn't finished surveying the premise so his eyes did not waver when he was addressed. After completing his scan of the area Satto turned to Linuen and bowed the exact same depth as Linuen had showing a sign of equal respect to his comrade. "Opinions on the mission differ, some believe it is a waste of time to send us out here and others think that more should have been sent. I can't speculate since I don't know what is out there. Though I don't think our superiors would have intentionally understaffed us if it was something serious" Satto spoke in a phlegmatic tone not being one for small talk. Though with Linuen being the team medic Satto knew it was important to keep him in high spirits so he had done his best to console his comrade.


"Once our other teammate arrives we will move out, I suppose an I formation would be best. Do you have any particular offensive skills or have you been sent mostly for support?" Satto spoke not in an attempt to make small talk but to accurately judge what he had to work with. He needed to know his comrades abilities and specialties so that he could adequately cover their inefficiencies and allow them to excel in the place he himself may be deficient. His eyes seemed a bit softer now but they still conveyed a tone of determination and conviction.

Linuen Frost
Fourth Division, Seireitei, Soul Society
South Pole [3: 375]

Linuen nodded in response to Satto's opinions regarding the mission assignment. Of course, even back at HQ, he had been hearing that the nature of the mission was not-so-highly looked upon; many were actually skeptic about the medic's appointment. Yet, much as he liked to question the importance of the mission, they were actually just about to begin so he had no right to demand such things. "You do have a point, Satto-san. I guess it won't be much of a danger otherwise the Gotei would have sent more people. My bet is that even HQ doesn't know what to do with this phenomenon. What am I saying...! I'm rambling unnecessary opinions." Linuen said and then sighed heavily for his loquaciousness. "I apologize for speaking so much." He added with a silly smile.

The medic did not know why he was acting so strange like this, especially with someone he barely knew. It was so out-of-character, so to say. However, despite the unemotional demeanor of Satto, Linuen found something charming and nice about him - like he was some kind of immovable object of just and bias; Linuen thought Satto was trustworthy (perhaps the image of the canine gave him the thought).

Before Linuen could respond to the question of Satto, their late and last teammate, Konpaku Tetsuga, arrived. This newly arrive member was of lean build and features a tan complexion that Linuen felt he had seen before but could not place when, where, and whose was it. Snapping of his introspection, he bowed at Konpaku and gave him a warm smile so unlike the cold weather of the South Pole. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Tetsuga-san." Linuen greeted. After seeing the man's sign, the medic deduced he was of the Second Division, much like Satto. "So, both of you are from the Second Division, I see." He commented.

Turning to Satto, he proceeded to answer his question earlier. "I'm sorry, Satto-san, but I don't have much talent regarding offensive capabilities. I have only strength to defend myself when needed but I do get resourceful about my skill-set. I am most handicapped in melee combat due to my slow speed and the range of my swordplay; I handle a wakizashi as my Zanpakutō."

Satto's head turned to the north as he heard the walkies and his earpiece speak to him. "Very well" he grumbled under his breathe. Satto didn't look back or acknowledge his other teammate Konpaku. He was a fellow 2nd squad member and Satto had already attained basic information on all of his squad mates making introductions useless. Satto began walking north figuring that the slowest member in their group should set pace and Satto would keep up with ease. Speed and agility were after his specialty.

"For the record, a wakisashi is not an excuse to be bad at swordplay." He spoke this with no tone in his voice which may have come off as intimidating now, but Linuen would find out that Satto himself wielded a wakisashi. He preferred a small sword it allowed his velocity, flexibility, and reflexes to sharpen much more than those with a long sword.

Satto's breathing was slow, as he continued to walk. He was intentionally keeping his heart rate low so that he could conserve energy for when they needed to engage or track whatever it was they were sent here to find. Satto could achieve this lower heart rate because of his fur which would keep him warmer than his squad mates, allowing him to wear less clothes which in turn didn't inhibit his movements like a big bulky ski jacket normally would.

His ears were constantly twitching showing those around him that every little sound was being perceived with ease making it so that Satto would be an excellent lookout, or guard dog in a way.

((Don't worry about any posting order. Since I split apart the posts with a DM post a true posting order need not exist.))

[I'm using this post as a timeskip]

Their walk continued for a while, small interjections from the radio came and went, making sure they kept their walk towards the source of power that was more northerly. It had only been an hour now but from that point onwards the radio had become deadly silent. When they put the radio to their ears not even a noise of static came from it. There was no icy wind blowing right through to the group's bones and a feeling that could only be described as stillness punctuated the air with its' absence of presence. It was as though the whole world had turned into one white blur at once.

A sharper man might've noticed something strange was happening here. That the harsh coldness of the far south had slowly but surely departed and was replaced with a feeling of being neither too hot or too cold but also not contented nor the feeling of discomfort. It was hard to sense mainly due to its' lack of anything. It neither had absence nor presence. However this lack of feeling would not last. Within seconds of it consuming their bodies they were harshly drawn back into reality.

Five huge rusted iron spikes jutted from the ground erupting from the snow at the same spot. They had not just appeared there but only now had their presence been uncovered when Linuen, Satto and Konpaku had been so close that another step would've ended up with them walking into them. On every spike black robed bodies of things that were once Shinigami were held. What was going on here? The temptation to call the base must've been building up and with that harsh awakening back into reality they would find their radios crackling with static again. A frenzied voice on the other end.

"Do you copy! Do you copy! Over." A new voice, different from the two beforehand shouted at them. "Where the ******** are they even." Another voice was shouting from behind. It was strange. How long had they been walking for? When they had begun the journey what seemed like no more than an hour ago the sun was rising. Now it was setting. As if the night couldn't get any worse something shuffled next to them. A body stuck on the great iron spikes had begun to move. Becoming agitated at their arrival. Further investigation would show that it was a still living Shinigami who had not been pierced through any of his vitals and was fortunately very high on the spikes. They could remove him if they were extremely careful. Possibly they might find out just what had been happening.

Konpaku was regretting his decision of signing up for this mission. It was to cold and it was distracting his naturally sharp instincts. Blindly following the squad mates infront of him he had barely noticed the surroundings changing. He had barely noticed the absence of the cold or life. The only thing that Konpaku had really picked up on was the silence of the radio. Even when not in use some constant rumbling should have been heard. He had used the radios enough to know that this wasn't normal.

Walking behind the group he stopped as the others did. Looking up from his feet as his radio sparked back to life. His eyes grew wide at what he saw. This was something out of a horror movie. Bringing him back to his childhood, seeing his parents impaled all over again. This was not the same though. These spikes were much bigger.

Konpaku almost ignored the radio chatter as Satto spoke to them. When he asked their medic for advice Konpaku did the only thing he knew how to. Drawing his sword he started scanning the area. Pulsing his reiatsu slightly to get a feel for the space they were in now. Or that was just his excuse. Stopping quickly as to not draw attention he suppressed his reiatsu. His hands were shaking on his hilt. The images of the night he was chased down by that shingami. Watching his parents being impaled, it all painted in his mind clearly. What ever did this would die, he wouldn't leave a single trace. "Do whatever it is you have to do quickly. My gut is telling me we wont have a lot of time." Konpaku spoke as he continued to scan the area. "By the crashing waves and the silence of the wind I command the deliverance of mine enemies unto me." Laying down a kido Konpaku prepared for a frontal assault. Most hollow were arrogant, if they tried a frontal charge he would meet them before they could get to the others. Rationalizing that he was the best choice to take on the battle while the other two got their friend down.


Active Kido
#1: Hado #7: Buster Blast
#2: Hado #8: Octablade
#3: Hado #19: Air Smasher
#4: Hado #20: Byakurai Orb
#5: Bakudo #10: Speed Barrier
#6: Hado #13: Grey Quake
#7: Bakudo #19: Acclerator Plane
#8: Hado #17: Ashen Sheath

[This'll just be radio for the most part for now. Getting the man off the spikes is another post.]

As the responses from the team came sighs of pent up stress came through the speakers. Clearly something unusual was going on. Even in situations like this the teams in charge of the care of those in the field were not this emotional. However it may have been reassuring to know that someone on the other side even cared at all. The introduction may have shocked them however when they found out who was on the other side.

"This is Lieutenant Arino." This would come as a shock. Something had gone seriously wrong with this mission it seemed to suggest. Arino was the Lieutenant of the eighth squad. An older man with a voice like gravel. However something had got him agitated. "I'm ordering you to withdraw now. You must leave the bodies as you found them. Go back the way you came." An unusual order indeed. To what purpose could he want those bodies left as they are? Was there an internal conflict currently going on? A diplomatic mission? What could possibly be so important that it justified leaving a team mate to die.

However as they contemplated this they would notice that in the darkness something loomed on the horizon. A structure blocked what little light there was but gave off its' own. It seemed to be in the shape of a fort. Was this a new Hueco Mundo here in the ice? Certainly a change from the norm. Did the group dare go deeper into the rabbit hole and disobey orders and would their compassion and curiosity get the better of them?