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Mikhail was no one special. Upon Boelba-Taichou's request for an audience he had initially no thought but had hoped he'd done nothing wrong. Knowing that for the time being he should be in the green Mikhail decided that he'd be best to stay on her good side and see the invitation through. Walking into the office building he anxiously rapped against the hardwood door. His big tattooed hand lightly tapped three times, a firm clacking resonating on either side of the door. Mikhail stood silent now as he usually did seeing no reason to open his mouth if no one had directed any question towards him.

Strutting in Mikhail carefully gave his Captain a once over and then a double take. Boelba-Taichou looked stressed, he could physically feel her energies making a forced attempt at relaxation. Taking in these emotions, he tried to absorb much of the emotion in the room, a stale stagnant taste washing over him. Despite Boelba-Taichou's mixed emotions he cared not how she made her out to be for Mikhail felt very strong in his Captain, that she was strong albeit possibly new to this type of commanding position. He for one was not about to doubt her, if anything he was here to lift her higher.

Walking casually over to one of the chairs, the 6'7" Russian, porcelain skinned, tatooed from head to toe Shinigami rested both of his big hands on the back of the lush fabric. Standing behind the chair Mikhail cared not to take a seat unless specifically directed by Boelba herself. "I feel I can speak for the both of us assuming that we are both here to fulfill your request of an audience." Maintaining his stoic and regal attitude, Mikhail's chiseled face remained unaffected by emotion, ungraced by expression all the while he spoke.

Mikhail had not taken a seat. Despite being requested to, he couldn't be bothered in doing so. Standing was fine for this meeting would be brief as Captain Boelba had already finished up. All the while Boelba-Taichou had been speaking Mikhail had been silently soaking it all in and held a type of regal, respectful and equally respectable presence.

The whole while he'd been listening to Eme, only one thing had stricken him as offsetting. "Odds are most of you aren't that strong..." The statement, in Mikhail's case, was drastically false. Either she hadn't read much into his paperwork or she simply had not cared that Mikhail was a former Vice Captain. It did not matter at this point however. Arguing with his Captain would only show insubordinance and Mikhail was hoping that he could faithfully earn her full trust. Naturally, Mikhail was hoping to be liked but either way being liked was not an actual goal of his.

"Thank you for your time." Leaning forward ever so slightly Mikhail made his usual attempt at a bow and with a nod he turned on his heels and exited the office. 'Clear and concise. I hope all meetings with her are like that.' Deeply immersed in his thoughts Mikhail strolled casually down the pathways of the Second Division towards the training grounds where he would hopefully find some sort of peaceful salvation and momentary solitude for a quiet reflection on his first day in the division.

Her eyebrows perked up for a moment, being slightly caught off guard by his accent. It was especially thick compared to most.

"I suppose that may be true, but you can still speak for yourself. Anyways, besides all that... I did call for you to come here. I just wanted to take a moment to at least see all of my squad mates and take a gander at their abilities if need be. However, it seems that you don't have your shikai as of yet, do you? We'll have to work on that once we get the first squad training done. As of now, I can't exactly use you for anything in particular until you do get your shikai. I hope you understand.

If you have any questions, then feel free to ask them, otherwise, you're dismissed." She said, directing her attention from Naru and to the stack of folders holding his and the other profiles who have showed up so far. She got up to the file cabinet to file them. After doing that, she closed the drawer and looked him, motioning him to speak.

(( I was going to post last night, but My dad kicked me off the computer half way through it mad ))

As Veltex made his way through the doors to his Captain's office, he couldn't help but gaze around, taking in his surroundings. After some time reality snapped back into him, and he started walking towards the door, where he hoped the Captain was. As he neared it, he heard voices, which confirmed his hunches. Giving it a resounding knock, to alert them of his presence, he opened the door, and walked in. Giving a deep bow to the captain, he moved over to where the other's were. He was told to meet over here, but really had no idea as to why. Silently he cursed for not paying attention, thus looking like a fool when everyone was to do what they were ordered. Figuring he might as well hear what they were going to do, he simply stared at the captain, with a shut mouth.

A little dumbfound by how the Captain all ready knew him, he made no haste is following behind her, so that he could figure out where he was supposed to go. "Perhaps she is showing us to the Barracks?" He thought to himself. "No use in jumping to conclusions though, so I suppose I'll just follow her."

"Oy!" Herieo's voice echoed outside of the office itself, the child looking at the door with an expression of confusion. He quizzically scratched the back of his head, tilting it sideways as he arched an eyebrow. ". . . Maybe I should break it down, instead'a knockin'." OBJECTION! ".. Kid', wait'a second! Don't go breakin' down doors.. Especially in here!" The familiar tone of voice came from a few yards behind the boy, the source being a small stuffed animal. Pokken, Herieo's mod soul, stood wearily and panting. It would seem he'd followed the boy here.. "Dammit, Herieo! You fricken forgot me on top'a that big marble block thingy at the training grounds! You and Hitsugaya left me o'er there! You know how scary it is when your, like, a foot tall and standing on top'a something fifteen feet tall?! It's pretty damn scary!" At that point, the little animal pounced upwards. It landed atop Herieo's right shoulder, taking a seat and folding it's arms once it found stable footing. ".. But that's unimportant. It's time for you to talk to miss Emily, correct..? That means no breaking down of doors. Ya' gotta be proper, seeing as though she's a Captain and whatnot... Breaking her office door is equal to asking for an a** kicking. Now, politely knock and then await her approval of entra-" The animal's mouth suddenly grew agape, Herieo simply pushing himself in through the doorway. "Any'buddy hooommeee?!" All smiles, the boy stood just within the door frame, head turning every which way in an attempt to spot the women... Noone in this room. "GOSHDARNIT, KID! If she were right there in that desk, then you'd probably be marked a dead man. NOW HURRY UP AN' GET THE FROCKZ OUT!" Herieo seemed to be ignoring the little animal, examining the room from where he stood. Eventually, he folded both arms and cocked his head to the left, sniffing twice and then closing his eyes. He went idle for but seven seconds, eyes reopening soon after he broke this subtle trance. "Nup, she's here.. In fact, she was in that desk a few hours ago.. Now she's in the room on'side'a here.. You, of all people, should have known Pokken~.." Herieo spoke with confidence, making reference to the fact that Pokken's abbilities relied on his amazing tracking traits.. Herieo, however, needed not to rely on this. Instead, he simply fished out the spiritual (ribbon) sensory ability he'd picked up months ago when he first started out as a spiritually aware being. "Now, the question is, if we should knock on that door an' wake'er up.."

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