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Kei Aoi
Captain, Fourth Division
Sereitei, Soul Society

Kei Aoi looked at the facial expressions of Arashi; the man was decided. He was sure that he NEEDED to do this unless otherwise some things might happen to him. Of course, as a medic, Kei Aoi needed to tell him to sit down as they looked for a way to remove it; however, it looked like it was only Arashi might be able to fix the things that he started. He wanted to yell at him to tell him how foolish it was, but he stopped himself. After all, there were many things that one has to accomplish, with each varying reasons.

The captain nodded. "I understand, Arashi-sama." Kei Aoi simply said. "Do what you have to do... But don't be hesitant to call our help if you're hurt; we'll be here to assist you." He added and then walked to the other end of the room, to the desk, and then began his paperwork. Deep inside him, he wished Arashi the best of luck for the rather "foolish" act.

Kei Aoi
Captain, Fourth Division
Sereitei, Soul Society
Arashi Reiryoku Restoration [1/1]

"Falhannah..."

At once, Kei Aoi's Shikai activated upon calling his Zanpakuto's name. There was a short release of light reiatsu and then the captain pulled out his wakizashi. At once, the short blade slowly transformed into a longer one and then formed into a double-bladed straight sword. There was a soft chime that sounded from the small charm attached at the end of the hilt and then the captain walked to the side of Arashi.

Upon looking at the man, he immediately noticed that the man was internally exhausted. Shaking his head in disapproval, he gave Arashi a grave look. This man's stubbornness was a bit too much for his own good. And because of that, he needed to replace all the strength he lost from his earlier stunt. Casually flicking his hand, Kei released a short burst of reiryoku which caused Arashi to be pushed back into his cot by the strong force that came from the captain.

"Do not move, Arashi-sama. And don't complain. You caused me too much headache this time for you to complain." Kei Aoi said stiffly. "And no more requests from you." He added and then waved his blade towards Arashi. Then, the blade began to disperse into a light mist around the area.

Within moments, Falhannah's powers began to work. Slowly but surely, Arashi's lost reiryoku began to replenish. Kei sighed in frustration as he looked at his patient. "Silly, Arashi-sama." He added.

After what seemed to be several minutes, the healing was done. With a snap from Kei's fingers, his Zanpakuto disappeared from view and then reformed in his hand once again. A moment passed and the mist became a wakizashi again. Carefully sheathing it back to his back (where he usually keeps his Zanpakuto in work), Kei Aoi ruffled Arashi's hair. "Take a good rest and then you're free to go, Arashi-kun." He said and then intentionally changed his call of Arashi to indicate, perhaps, a sign of affection to the Tenth Division member.

Then, the captain turned to the desk again to rest. With a smile.

Kei Aoi
Captain, Fourth Division
Sereitei, Soul Society

Kei Aoi checked Arashi's basic vital statistics and signs for normality and then sighed to himself as soon as he was done. He then gave him one tired look as the captain was positioned beside him the whole time. "Looks like you're all fully rested now, Arashi-sama." The captain said and then nodded. "You've been here for a rather long time, aren't you? It's about to leave now. Please, don't hesitate to come by the division from time to time, 'kay?" The captain added and then smiled at the Tenth Division member. Truly, Arashi has been spending quite some time in the healing facility; he needed things to do, after all.

Then, the captain turned to the flowers by the cots around the room, checking for their freshness. He didn't want the healing room to smell so "clinical", too.

[This will be a very short post as the majority of the entrance took place in the First Division via a prp. Should you want a more elaborate entrance, check there. *The puppeting was approved of before creating this post.]

In a blur of carmine clothes, two men appeared in the Day Time Relief Facility, the larger and older of the two carrying the younger. Tears fell down his face, accompanied by what could only have been laughter. Both parties were covered in blood with the smaller of the two collapsed against the other.

Fefnir stood holding Lerato after what had started as a very routine training exercise. After gingerly handing over the crumpled remains of Lerato to the healers, the Red Captain stepped back, walking quietly over to the waiting area so the fourth division could do what they did best; heal the injured.

[Short post is short sad ]

(( Posting from my phone ))

The giant was silent. He heard the words of the captain of fourth division, but they fell upon his ears like rain; each drop he felt, but on the whole it was indecipherable to him, just so many letters jumbled together with the noises of the world. He didn't move, didn't seem to breathe, eyes empty red like a corpse, but hadn't they always been like that? Fefnir couldn't pull together a thought, not with the body injured student still in his eyeline. Only worry was visible, and remorse. That much was clear.

"His lights are on, but nobody's home, child,"

The mouth had moved, the body shifted awkwardly like a marionette with an inept master pulling the strings. Then, with a sudden shudder, composure, clarity, a calm grace and politician's silver tongue, his body became something else. The whole of the room raised its temperature a few degrees as the captain's form seemed to glow with a soft red aura, and it was clear to any who could observe that someone else was in control, something else forcing his action. A deep baritone voice unlike the usual tenor and with the distinct candor and accent of an Englishman issued forth from rough lips and stained the assembly with its uncaring view.

"No, it's not quite the one you're used to. More like it's his truer perspective. Allow me to fill in the blanks while my boy here recouperates." He found a seat with arms which were suitable for his effect and sat down, each arm resting equal to his midsection, and he leaned back, crossing his legs at the knee. All and all, he was a perfect picture of a gentleman in act, though it was quite aparent he were not so in his words. "See," he continued with the tone of someone greatly annoyed, "I've always been a bit of an... idealist, if you will. And my ideals are the type that calls a spade a spade. These two were fighting for god knows what reason, though knowing this one you can assume it was stupid, and the one on the table happened to push just the wrong button at just the wrong time. I was more than happy to make him quite aware of the mistake in the simplest way possible, and it seems that-" there was special emphasis here, forceful and directed to something unseen, "-SOMEone got carried away. To say the least, the one you call Fefnir has far too much of his bloodthirsty teacher in him. He enjoys the pain he inflicts, revels in it like some delicacy, but he's not too much a fan of that notion. It offends him, or some such nonsense."

He brought his left leg off of the right and set it squarely on the floor, then took the other and placed it overtop the first, again at the knee. "That, dear child, is why, we are here, today." He took care to punctuate the phrase just enough to get the condescending air across, folded his hand with interlaced fingers, and placed them on the juncture of his legs. "Now I would suggest you tend to that failure on the slab. He certainly needs treatment more than answers."

The words were those of Fefnir's zanpokuto spirit. Kaji was in control for now.

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The bird was not pleased. The body he was using seemed to bristle, like he were fluffing nonexistant feathers, puffing up to intimidate his target. The effect wasn't so striking without the red-gold plumage, but the accompanying flare of reiatsu, though slight, was easily recognizable. Kaji had been ignored, and he was incensed at the notion that his words weren't heeded as the gospel had been amongst the chivalry of middle ages England. He was firmly entrenched in the idea that everyone in the general vicinity should drop whatever they were doing and listen intently when he spoke, and that they should then shower him in praise for just how amazing his speech had been before going back to their work. He paid no heed to the severely injured, likely dead boy on the table. He just wanted his attention, and he wanted it now.

However, he did relent after a moment. A heavy hand wins no friends... the bird thought, a slight smile creeping across his host's face as the anger faded slightly, So far as he knows, I've got control of the most powerful man around for a good, long while. If I wanted, I could have him... displaced. I could even do it myself, and nothing would come of it at all. No official inquiry, no questions asked, and that would just be the end of him. But what does that do for me? It nets me an enemy, if he manages to live, and I catch a lot of flack, maybe even get this boy decommissioned. No, I think I'll play from the advantage. Or at least, that's how he justified being put in his place.

"Fefnir" raised his hands, as if to say, you win. The room dropped to its normal temperature, pulled slowly inward to the still blood covered captain's body. If anyone were paying close attention, they'd realize that the leather of the chair he was seated in had started to give off the smell of something lightly singed. "Silly boy..." Kaji cooed, his voice smooth and measured, "Haven't they taught you properly? I AM Fefnir, the truest Fefnir you can imagine. In fact, I'm more Fefnir than he can claim to be. If he's back in by the time you're done with that... -is he a corpse yet? I don't know, let's go with corpse.- ...corpse, feel free to talk with him. He's far less interesting than I am, though."

The claws of his shikai were still out, though their heat was held at bay. The brother outside couldn't use them without the brother inside's permission. To pass the time, he tapped the back of the right gauntlet with the sharp fingers of the left in triplets; tik-tik-tik tik-tik-tik tik-tik-tik. When that grew wearisome, he switched the rhythm to match a song he'd heard recently as the actual tune passed through his brain uninterrupted.

For a minute or two, at least. Then the older brother spoke through Fefnir's mouth, distinctly English and American English at that. "Is the boy going to be alright?" It sounded serene, almost as if the dragon attached to it paid it no more mind to the things going on than a passing fly. The tapping stopped abruptly, and the body sat up, stunned. Kaji hadn't counted on the fact that Arthion could do the same thing he was, and that oversight was his downfall. The bird attempted to move the mouth, but it was locked closed by something stronger than himself. Kaji's time was over. Arthion's time had begun.

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Though darkness still clouded his vision, Lerato was able to break through the haze to catch glimpses of the outside world. A few speckles of color, a splash of light, but never a definitive shape. The young Vice Captain could even feel the slight temperature change through the cooling effect of the healing kidou. There was banter going on outside. Back and fourth they went, a tangible hostility between them. The voices sounded off, though. Hollow perhaps. Empty of the usual vitality that normally filled them to the brink. 'Captain Aio?' He had to strain to tell who it was, but the man's need for proper manners set him apart from any of the other shinigami he had encountered, especially when they were faced with a captain. The second voice was harder to place though. It held a vague semblance to Fefnir's but the way it spoke was different. Two accent's that the boy had never heard the carmine man speak in before. 'What the hell is going on?'

'Can you speak yet, Lerato?' Her voice was soft, distant in his ears, but he could still hear her worry. He could feel her warmth, her energy. 'They're waiting for you, child. They're waiting for you to acknowledge your life. So, what'll it be? Are you going to snap out of this, or will you let the reaper take the reigns of life and steer you to his underworld?' Something within him stirred. A slight shiver running down his body as if a chill had hit his spine. 'I'm cold.' A wave of icy blackness encompassed him. It was almost suffocating in it's absoluteness. ‘What are you doing child? Answer me!’ Her voice broke through to him like no one else could. Her voice alone gave him reason to breath in this oppressive place. 'Do you really want to die? To let go, and prove to all of them that they were right? That you couldn't cut it as a shinigami?’ He wanted to respond. Oh, how desperately he tried, struggling against the bondage that the darkness ensnared him in. ‘If you really are that weak, then I'll understand. I will accept my fate as the lowly zanpukatou of a child who was unfit for power. All you have to do is say the word and I'm gone, and you can find your peace in this after life.’ Her voice carried to him on the softest of winds, but it crashed into him like a tidal wave. Silence once more. Lerato beat against the invisible chains that shackled him to the ground, doing his best to muster his voice to call out to her. He wanted to live. No. He needed to live. He needed to prove his worth. ‘I guess silence is better than a yes. Do me a favor then. When you get back to your body, thank that brute of a teacher for me. Perhaps he'll make you a fighter yet.’

A small twitch moved across the young man's face, though whether it was an attempt to smile, or a natural reaction to the pain he was in was left to be examined. How long had they been at work? It was impossible for him to tell. Through the pain and the drug induced haze, Lerato opened his mouth. One favor. One thing to do before he could lay back and try to relax. "Th...thank you... Fef-nir." His words came out as a harsh whisper, but they were as clear as he could make them before he finally let himself rest and be healed, reveling in the pain of the training session. “And thank you…. Captain Aoi…” Closing his eyes he let the small twitch spread into a full blown grin. “Captain…” To which captain he was referring didn’t matter. All that mattered was that his message got through. “…please; I wish to keep my trophies. They will help me remember the battle for years to come.”

[Yes, part of this was copied from the other thread so that we could tie them together at last.]