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 Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 10:33 pm
"You must Fight for what is right....and believe in it..."
Eizo's face brightened up as she saw her blades and he began to have a face like he was day dreaming. "Oh Captain the rumors i have heard are true, your blade is truely beautiful even in it's sealed state!!!" he shouted as he could not take his eyes off her beautiful blades for a second. "The guard is such a perfect design, no the whole Zanpacktou." he began to say as he got up a kneeled about a foot and ahlf away to get a closer look. "I bet the spirit of this blade is as beautiful as the blade itself." he said as a smile came on his face. He than pulled his blade off his back and still in it's case. "I still have a long way to go before he/ or she accepts me worthy enough to weild it's power, but I will try no matter what and no matter how hard..." he said looking as his blade, it was a bit short than the average katana. "Look at me babble on..." he said laughing a bit scratching the back of his head, as he put his blade back in it's origianl place on his back. "Oh Captain i was wondering, would you mind training with me for a while?" he asked. "But if you busy or tired than I will understand..." he added quickly as he smiled
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 11:27 pm
Michiko was a bit surprised at his enthusiasm at Takahishou's sealed form, but kept it from her expression. She never though much of the appearance of it, since when she thought of her zanpaktou her thoughts were carried to that of the very spirit who so often taunted her. But apparently this guy could at least appreciate the swords themselves, the odd guard shape included. As he got closer, and made the comment about the beauty of the spirit, Michiko couldn't help but let a tiny laugh slip before covering it up. SHe could already feel Takahishou's discontent with the subject radiating from the sheathes. Still, beautiful could describe the great hawk, but more so it embodied the feel of power. Though the one time she'd seen his humanoid form, maybe...
The way he talked about gaining his zanpaktou's worth, Michiko found herself wondering how different each test a spirit has must be. She could assume hers had been rather unorthodox from others she'd heard described. Pushing the thoughts away as pointless, she turned her attention to his request for training. Putting a finger to her lip and drumming it there a moment as she thought, she spoke again, and said, "I think I can find some time for a spar if that's the sort of thing you're looking for for now."
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 10:10 am
"You must Fight for what is right....and believe in it..."
Eizo saw he smile and laugher and blushed a bit seeing that he made her laugh a bit. He began to think he was a bit of a bother to her as he stood up and smiled.
Eizo after hearing her answer quickly gave a bow as he had a smile on his face. "Thank you Captain.!" he shouted as he bowed to her with his happy grin on his face. "It's a great honor to be able to train with you..." he said as he than stood up straight and look at hism captain with a smile. "Um...I guess that is it...thank you, it was a honor to meet and speak with you Captain Michiko." he said as he than looked aroudn teh office one more time. "Well, I will be at the training field waiting Captian, when you are ready I will be ready..." he said giving another bow . "If you could please excuse me.." he said before opening the door and walking out. As he did he quietly shut the door behind himself and headed to the Training grounds to work on his form and skills before the Captain decited to head over.
[Exited to Training Grounds]
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 12:13 pm
Nodding as the chipper new shinigami excited her office and headed out to the training grounds, the absence of talk now had her tiredness rushing back. Not wanting to succumb to it and fall asleep again, Michiko stretched out her arms behind her head, trying to get the tense muscles to warm up a bit. Reaching down on the couch, she snatched up her scarf, and hung it around her neck. Heading back towards her desk, she picked up the stack of papers for her. Most were transfers, that needed her to sign them. She'd gotten to most, but the one on the bottom seemed to be someone coming into the squad from the 5th. Satisfying herself looking it down she pulled out a pen and signed it along with the others and left the stack there for the time being. Left hand massaging her temple, she put down the pen and headed across the room towards the door, opening it gently, and closing it behind her.
[exits]
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 1:07 pm
Quiet footsteps sounded down the hall, the young captain making her way back towards her office. Her lucky scarf was covering the lower half of her face, her eyes the only really visible feature, which were forward set towards her door ahead. She noted a smoky smell in the hall as she made it to her door, but she dismissed it, unlocking the office and stepping in. Michiko pulled her scarf off to hang on her hat rack and straightened her haori. Quietly, she made her way to her desk, wand began to sort through the paperwork she had brought in with her.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 10:05 pm
a deep breathe was released out of mira's chest as she stood right behind the door that lead to the third companys taicho's office. She did her best to clear her mind of discontent. However she coulden't help it with her nerves wracking up in side her. She raised her fist about to knock but it quickly fell again. She thought about turning back but then got herself together and managed to knock.
She had figured that if she didint have the balls to even knock on a door she wasnt good enough to be considered an asset. She hated that thought she decided six years ago when she first joined the academy that she was going to stop being a waste of space. Taking a deep breathe she waited paitiently for some sort of signal to leave or stay.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 10:17 am
Ink well on desk, pen in hand, the captain went about the tedious job of replying to reports, signing approval for squad specifics, and confirming applications of shinigami to her squad. As each one made its way from the in pile to the out, the content in them was beginning to blur to her eyes. She was hovering over an application of a shinigami who had just been admitted to the 3rd squad when the nib of the pen fell out and spattered ink across the file, making a great mess of things. "Oh shoot," Michiko said to herself, putting the pen aside and attempting to dab away the rain of ink with her black gloved hand. Her attempts only worsened it, smudging the original document. Her fingers were now also coated in inky black blotches. Looking for somewhere to wipe them off, she was interrupted by a small knock at the door.
"Oh, uh come on in, it's unlocked," Michiko called out, her inky hand sliding to her side, below her desk to hide her mistake. She forgot however to move the smudged up file on her desk, evidence of her clumsiness.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 7:01 am
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In the roomy office everything is quiet, as no one is there. The usually open curtains are drawn to block the pervading sunlight, giving it a dimmer feel, shadows falling across the couch beneath the window. The paperwork remains on the cedar wood desk, but stowed a bit to the side.
Sitting in the center of the desk is a folded royal blue scarf, faded a bit on the frayed and torn edges, neatly placed in a square. Placed lightly on top of it is an envelope with scrawling writing across it's front that reads 'Nicholas'. It sits there sealed. On the coat rack by the door hangs a familiar sleeveless haori with the third squad's insignia on its back.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 6:18 pm
Knock knock.
"Oro? Captain Michi? You here?"
The door was pushed gently, and to Nicholas' great surprise it slid open easily. Taking a tentative step in, he scanned the dark room, the sliver of light provided by his intrusion illuminating the letter on the desk.
Raising an eyebrow he approached the desk, and picked up the letter there. To his surprise, he found his name scrawled across it in an all too familiar handwriting. He read the page quickly, hands clenching and unclenching as he did so, before setting the letter down, eyes closed.
When he opened them, they were glistening wet with unshed tears, and Nicholas wiped furiously at his eyes. It was very, very unmanly for a person of his stature to cry, and he got the feeling a certain red head would bag him out for it if he could see him.
He picked up the blue scarf left to his name sake, and stored the letter away into his front pocket. He left the haori, closing the door behind him with an almost deafening click.
"Only a Captain may be allowed to wear that Captain." He said formally, bowing once towards the door. "When I have reached that level I'll return for it."
"Thank you very much."
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