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"Is this how all shinigamis act? Why are they so harsh with each other?" Kaela said just under her breath, enough for the girl next to her to hear. She felt like she was seeing a book being played out and worried that she wouldn't even be able to keep up. It seems things would keep getting more interesting. For this student who has yet to have her zanpaktou, what part would she play?

arrow Saigo

Saigo can only watch as the strange man bursts into the room. His boasting... She almost scoffs at how it reminds her of Jigoku. Were there really people like this in Seireitei? At least it got attention off of her for the moment. Maybe Shunketsu and Kaosu would forget their questioning her, especially the...complicated story of how she had been sent by Aikou as one of his warriors. She can only watch as things unfold before her, from a medical woman calling a little girl to help her...to the little girl using a kidou as a healing spell!




arrow Hikari

Hikari can only blink and watch as the entire...fiasco breaks out. As the offensive man shows arrogant pride, she feels something unfamiliar. She knows the bloodlust all too well, but the desire to tear every piece of flesh from his body so that nothing remains... She usually desired to keep strong sparring partners around. She usually only wanted to kill and render hollow to lifeless meat sacks. Not her thoughts per say... Sumizome's really. Hikari, nonetheless, is already reaching to separate katana from sheath and call her shikai when she hears Medixia's voice. "Hai... Ban-chan." She quickly stands and wanders over to Haro's supine body.

With a deep breath, she easily recites the incantation for the first chiyu. "Great whales, white and gray, spurting water of the living from holes of mammals, healing the scalding words of the wise. Chiyu no Ichi, Ichiban a Chiyu." She can only hope that her second casting will have an added effect on Haro's healing. She looks at him for a moment before turning her attention to Medixia. She leans down to whisper something to him. "You should really listen to Ban-chan, Sukonku-baka. I don't think she likes watching people bleed and die." It's a rather...obvious statement.

[2/5]

Tensions were definitely flaring up between the nobleman and Kaosu (who was technically a nobleman, but well, he wasn't really born into it ._. so he's on a whole different class). Tsai still didn't speak as he saw Haro being carried off at the corner of his eye. "First we have a major battle with the peasants of Soul Society, now we have a battle going on here amoungst our own ranks. This may be the end of Soul Society as we know it," Tsai chuckled silently to his joke showing only a smile as he watched the two continue their 'conversation'. It would be interesting to see how much Kaosu had gained while Tsai was in the mortal world but against a nobleman like the one infront of him, with such a small trace of reiatsu compared to most of the people in the room, it would be overkill even if Kaosu was unarmed. Tsai was prepared to stop the fight if one was to break out. A few others in the room would to. Knowing Kaosu, he'd probably throw a punch or two at the nobleman as soon as he decided to accept the challenge and strike forward. It was bad enough that we had suffered casualties, now our morale was starting to drop as well.

The man stopped, but didn't turn around. "Stop your blabbing, Braggart-The fact that you would fight me here shows your in-ability to accept the truth-That you are nothing without wishing to show off your non-existant skill. Had you shown that same spirit before, Perhaps NONE of those in the Rukongai would have DIED!!!"

The man finally made a motion, reaching for his sword, and the wind began to pick up. The tensity in the air, as Reiatsu silently flooded the ground beneath his feet, made the soon-to-be battleground, "Or is that all you are-One who would merely fight those that he believes provoke less of a challenge? If that be the case, you are truly a coward indeed-For while men, women and children bleed in the streets, you brandish your sword before a man who would give his life to save those of lesser rank. Cowardice know no better name than yours." And as he turned, about to drop into stance, he heard a voice, softly upon the wind-But it was not one that others could hear...it was one meant for none but his own ears. A voice from his past, a memory from the back of his mind, began to play through his ears, as a familiar face now gone from sight flashed before his eye's...that of a beautiful red-haired vixen

"You love it here, don't you?"

And as the memory surged through him, he let out a light gasp, a name barely audible to anyone passing his lips for but a moment...

"Saiyuri..."

And at that moment, he felt the heat leave his anger, looking down at his sword. He seemed to study it, as if it were some alien object...examining the chips and nicks along the blade, the light layer of rust decorating much of the sword. "How many battles...has this sword seen, before it came to one such as I...?" The question wasn't asked to anyone in particular-It was more...a pondering thought, one that seemed to baffle his mind in that moment of clarity. Truly, this sword could have found a better owner...and yet, it chose him. Why? Was it a gift from God? No...that was a name that he had long since been spoken with revere...now it was but a word he used in spiteful contempt. There was no God...the world was empty of such a force. Perhaps...it was merely happenstance. Some mistaken act of fate. But he no longer believed in fate, either. There was no such thing...there was only the here, and the now. Fate was a tool used by the almighty, once...but God had since left this plane. What sense was there in watching over those who would gladly slaughter one another without just cause, merely because of a simple belief that they believed would move the masses to their will?

As the man finally finished the inspection of his sword, he began to raise it up-Pointing at the one who would dare challenge him. "Quiet your tongue of this ill-manner of speech. If you wish to rouse anger with me, I will no longer comply. There is no sense in slaughtering one another, when these blades were meant to spare the innocent of pain." And with that, he lowered his sword, returning it to it's sheath. "A man is only as noble as his actions dictate...And I will not sully my hands with offenses just because another man's foolhardy sense of honor was tarnished." And with that, he tugged at his robes, slowly turning on his heel. "You'd do well...just to stay out of my path." And without a second glance, he began walking forward once again...Perhaps there was still a part of him that was the Wind Emperor left, the part that tried to make him Noble. But all he ruled was a house full of thieves and b*****d children-Though he would never deem them to be such. They were his people...his friends...his brothers and sisters...They were his family, once...But lo would be the day he ever considered these honor-bound fools worthy of his trust...or at least, so he believed...

Kenji walked over to Kaosu. "Don't let thouse nobles get under your skin my friend it's not worth it one day we will get them but for now we have more pressing matters like dealing with this new threat, we have much work ahead of us."

Haro growled as he felt his collar being pulled back by Medixia. He had done absolutely nothing wrong, so it was kind of baffling as to why he was being pulled backwards like this. He had only been gently grabbing Kaosu's shoulder and tellign him that he should not be like this, and then she took him back so violently and kicked him?! What was her problem, he had needed balance so he had gripped a little tighter, but that was the only thing he was guilty of. He felt the kick as if it were a truck running over his rib-cage. He was injured and she was going to do this for trying to prevent conflict!? His anger flared as he lay on the ground, but it turned into nothing but sorrowful frustrations. Why did he seem to be pushed back by the peers around him, it seemed Kaosu was his only friend, and it had seemed that they drifted apart since how they used to be. He shook his head as he looked at the scar on his hand with now disgust...what a silly thing he had done. He looked around him and then down to his black skin once again and he shook his head as he stared at everyone around him, especially up at Medixia. "I have done nothing!" He screamed as he finally gained his wit. "I know exactly what is going on, and we need not figh amidst ourselves right now. It's a hard time and mouthy brat or not, eventually he will realize by himself that he is nothing compared to us except what he preaches....a coward. He doesn't need that beaten into him, and I sure as hell don't need to be beaten for trying to keep peace around here." He yelled as he slammed his fist into the floor with frustration, the tiles cracking and a loud snap sounding out as his index and ring finger's both snapped in half. He gritted his teeth and he shook his head. "Pardon me." He said with venom in his voice as he stood up and brushed past her, his shoulder roughly knocking against hers as he walked to the other side of the room.