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Jin sat on the porch and watch as everything played out. His VC was taken by a giant fox, there is a guy who is chained and is a prisoner of his squad who almost killed him, and he's back to being alone again. Over the last couple of days Jin has helped more wounded Shinigami than he can remember. He has taken many notes in his note book about how he helped them and what procedures he has learned.

Looking in his medic bag he see's that he needs more medical supplies and has no clue where to get them from. Jin gets up and grabs his bag and heads out looking for some ...

[oh my goodness @_@ sooo crowded ><']

The area swarmed with shinigami, making Kurai uncomfortable. Fights were breaking out, and there was very little apparent order. Some of her own squad members were picking said fights, and that did little to lighten her mood.

Still, some, like Kayne, had the right idea. He'd avoided the chaos and settled down, apparently to meditate with his sword across his knees. Kurai envied his calm. Others were not so willing to compose themselves.

That's it...

"Second Division, we're getting out of here," Kurai called, knowing her squad would hear. It was better to organize her squad before things got messier. They would be able to send messangers between this house and the squad's new location, so they wouldn't be left out of the loop. At the same time, any training they wanted could be done, and rest could be easily sought.

Trusting her squad members to be able to trace her path, Kurai glanced around the house and its surrounding property once before bounding through the trees and out of site. The temporary camp would be close by to ensure swift communication.

[Assuming you're all in agreement (my squad, that is, I'm making a new thread called Second Division Camp. I'm doing this so I can keep track of my own and maybe thin the crowd here... Feel free to follow (or stay if the mood takes you...)]

Standing up from the spot he had been laying down. On Igaru was breathing heavily from so much laughing. Looking around Igrau noticed a lot had gone on while he was laughing."Holy crap."He muttered in disbelief he must have black out or something cause he didn't remember all this stuff going on. Hearing Kurai then Kayne, Igaru looked over to the barn. With a small laugh he watched as the rest of his squad started piling out of the barn.

Not wanting to get caught in the pile up Igaru raced off towards Kayne, and Kurai hoping he wouldn't lose them on the way.

((exits))

Matsu observed the fight as it reached an end. He shook his head and climbed down the ladder, leading others through the small hallway that came to a halt at a small door. It revealed a room full of many shinigami, making it very crowded. He scanned the room for the various and changing routes that could be used to move about the room.

He ran off into the crowd, completely disappearing from sight within a matter of seconds. He reached the other side of the room pretty quickly, grabbing a small green bag that seemed to have moved from its previous location. 'Someone must have moved it...' he thought.

He made his way through the crowd again, though it took him longer than it did before.

He walked up to Junichiro and the rest. "This place is extremely crowded. Now that the danger is over, we can go back outside and camp there. We can also use it to stand guard for other shinigami or any enemies. Also, I have some stuff here that could be used. So, if we do camp, there's nothing to worry about."

He waited for their reply. He was already getting used to the cold. Plus, he didn't mind camping. He had done it a couple of times before arriving here. Although he had taken an airplane, he still had to walk for three days before getting here.

Hikari had taken a tour about the town, bored, and for the first time noticed a house with a note on the door. It was so strange of her to intrude yet she stepped closer and read the note, eyes widening.
Okay, then, she thought and walked around to the pump. There she tapped her foot. The ground seemed to open and she stepped inside.
It was packed. No, beyond packed. People stood about, some picking fights and others not. And the funny thing was, they were all shinigami.
Hikari felt vaguely uncomfortable in her gigai but decided not to take it off. There was too little space as it was.
She did not recognize anyone and wondered if her squad mates were even there. I seemed possible that she was the only member of squad 11 present.
"Hey!" she shouted above the din. "What the hell is going on? The gotei 13 have never been known to be so violent! I'm in squad 11 and even I wouldn't contrive to attack my allies. Here's a thought: calm down!"

Nicholas politely raised his hand, a dull look of boredom on his face as behind him a couple of non-important NPC Shinigami freaked the ******** out about something or another.

"What." He said. "Just happened?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, the beginnings of a sneer forming at the side of his mouth

"People are screaming all over the place about an attack, everyone seems to be fighting each other and I'm this close" He held up his finger and thumb, which were a millimetre or so apart "To turning Shikai and setting everyone here on fire out of sheer frustration. I need information. Now."

He glared at this point, letting off a small amount of his reiatsu pressure. Okay, sure he was bluffing now. Most of the people here could kick his a**, bend him over and whale on him until the cows came home, but his patience and self-control were being sorely tested at this point, and his sheer helplessness was beginning to bother him.

"It seems," he muttered sadly "No matter how much training we do, we'll never be able to reach powers like these guys"

"Junichiro," he said with sigh, fingers clamped down on his nose while his eyes screwed shut, fighting off an impending headache. "Listen to what Matsu's saying. We need ta' move. Now. Too many injured people here, meaning we won't be allowed to fight."

His casual tone made the line even more creepy, as though this was a matter as trivial as some kind of everyday event

"I want bloodshed. Guarding people probably won't be enough, but it should do to eliminate some of my boredom."

He reached for the blade at his back with his spare hand, grasping the handle.

"Come on, as the highest ranking officer here, you're in charge." He paused, tilting his head forward "Sir."

Calm down, you'll get your chance soon enough... A dark voice whispered in his mind, sweet offerings of power and glory flashing through his mind

He shook his head, clearing his mind of such thoughts. Blood, what he needed now was blood...

Oh, it was temping, oh so very tempting. But he had more pressing issues at this point. He increased his spiritual pressure slightly more, eyes still closed in mild annoyance. It wasn't enough to wet the pants for except maybe an unseated Shinigami, but it was enough to make sure he got his point across.

And then he exhaled, the pressure disappearing in an instant, and he became just Nicholas again, a simple and exhausted looking Shinigami, a man who looked far older then his outer appearance suggested. Quiet and calculating, he had become much more dangerous than his old self would have ever become. There was no more happy-go-lucky innocence in him anymore it seemed...

((I totally should play Dead and Gone right ******** I'm bored))

''It is about time someone feels like listning to the chain of command...'' Junichiro turned around heading for the back of the small convoy of shinigami. ''Alright Matsu we are going back up, we are going to set camp up at the end of the premisis of the house. Junichiro climbed back up the ladder and awaited his team mates to follow him. ''How many tents do do we have anyway? My lab needs setting up, Matsu has a tent, anyone else?'' Junichiro scratched the back of his head in frustration as he tried to organise the group.

''Well I suppose we will just set up the two tents until the rest of our squad arrives, maybe they will have some sort of camping gear or equipment with them to help even out how many living quarters we can have.'' Junichiro sat on a bench near the ladder pondering a plan for setting up a base camp of operations for the squad he was for the time being leading. The thinking gave Junichiro a small headache as he was not given such responsibilities for a rather long time, it was back when he first met Matsu and Nicholas properly and had to defend an injured female shinigami from several hollow waves. Junichiro remaniced over it as he waited.

((Fun times aye, that was such a long time ago thinking about it now xd Back then only you two really listened to me while Michiko was trying to get to us on the front lines everyone else ignored chain of command. At least our squad is at least socialy tied to eachother in terms of respecting such chains now....I hope stare ))