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 Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 5:59 pm
"You're the Boss." Rednal answered immediately. It was only a suggestion, after all, delivered as requested to the man who could make the decisions. Rednal scribbled a note down so he could file the report on it later. I wonder if I should mention for the sake of correctness that his authority is, and always has been, second to that of Lord Reiou, our King? ...Nah, it'd probably just piss him off, and while that might be fun, I have better things to do than annoy one of the few people whose power is actually at a decent level. On the other hand, isn't one's Hollow side the other half of their soul? So it would almost be like relying on yourself even more... huh. Semantics. None of his thoughts showed on his face, the result of plenty of experience with keeping to himself. Still, I do understand the limits of our kind better than others... So why not help them? This is their time, Flandre, not mine. What they need is somebody like me; somebody with power that has to be respected. It might be time to find a disciple and train them up a bit. Soul Society doesn't just need warriors, it needs a hero. Somebody to rally behind, and who's strong enough to fight the most powerful foes, and keep them at bay if nothing else. Wishful thinking... Maybe. But heroes don't always come out of nowhere. If we can find someone good enough, maybe they can be what Soul Society needs. Time to go, I think. Rednal bowed to the Captain-Commander and left the chamber, deep in thought.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 1:30 pm
. Gat’s Says . Billy followed him towards the castle, and as they gained on the bellowing structure she shifted her attention towards him. She wondered why he wasn't using shunpo, as they stood at the foot of the giant castle she gasped at the real sheer size of it wondering if you could see the curve of the soul society from the top of it. "So, whom did we come here for?" Again like normally when she talked there wasn't much stimulation in her, monotone if you like.  . Blue Shoes Is Not Meant To Be Funny! .
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 1:38 pm
"Old man Yata . . . you don't know who he is? He's just about the grand daddy, no pun intended, of Soul Society. There's the King and the council, but no one ever sees them . . . whatever you do, while we're inside, show nothing but the utmost respect," Kaigen replied, setting foot within the castle. Knowing full well she could keep up, he used Shunpo to reach Yata's chamber much faster.
He knocked on the door thrice, waiting to be let in or at least told to get lost, he hoped it wouldn't be the latter. "Yata-sama, Eleventh division, Third Seat Jasutin Kaigen, and Twelfth seat Billy Purkiss. We were hoping to speak with you about a matter most pressing," he announced, hoping Yata would see fit to see them.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 3:51 pm
 Yata's voice echoed out from the edges of the building "enter and make your business quick. I Have man pressing matters to attend to." Which was very much so true. If they were to walk through into the building, they would see Yata at the far end, seated on the floor, his body heavily bandaged from his legs to his upper chest. Across his lap lay his old staff as he puffed on his old pipe, his old eyes stareing out into nothing as he allowed his thoughts to wander as to what steps he should take next.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 4:08 pm
Had it been anyone else, Kaigen would be worried for a man bandaged uo so much, but it being Old Man Yata, the most powerful Shinigami mainstream, his concern was diminished . . . the man could take it.
"Yata-sama, I know this time is not an easy one, though I do not know it's full extent . . . it comes to our attention that a lot of damage could have been avoided had the proper division taken care of things, but that is simply impossible under the circumstances we faced then and still face now. We are left without a Lieutenant and our Captain has been MIA for far too long. The eleventh division is, as any army, severely lacking without such form of leadership."
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 4:15 pm
Old Yata looked up towards the young shinigami with one eye opened, only giving a small nod in agreement. "I understand your worry well. To much as happened with the recent betrayal of our society. Many of our corner stones have been lost, leaving many squads without a competent leader. Which is why I shall be approving of squad transfers to those that have a captain to lead."
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 5:11 pm
"Transfers . . . I see . . . but are you sure that splitting the main forces up between divisions?" Kaigen of course meant no disrespect, but they were supposed to be fortifying, not scrambling.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 5:35 pm
Old yata just puffed on his pipe for a few moments before answering " I don't recall saying that I was forcing transfers if that is indeed what you are implying. I only said that I would be approving of them for those who wished to be transferred to a squad that still held a captain. To those in divisions without one, they are free to wait until one is able to take up the task. However, those who have none will be answering directly to me until one can otherwise be found."
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 6:00 pm
Kaigen took his own moment to process. "Yata-sama . . . If you would allow, I will take charge of division eleven at least until another can be found." Kaigen just acted completely against himself by offering to take charge, but he couldn't help it. Without a captain, want or not, the eleventh would crumble, and he could . . . would not see that happen if he could help it. He was quite literally days training away from achieving Bankai under normal duress.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 6:12 pm
Yata just shook his head, his old eyes pierceing into young Kaigen. " Let me pose this question to you boy. Depending on your answer, I will give your question consideration. " Old yata puffed on his pipe, taking his time to blow smoke into the air before continuing. " Say you happened to end up in a strange town. While in this town you happen upon an execution taking place. A man is to be executed for commiting a most cruel crime. The man murdered one of his own blood, his brother. Now the man proclaims that he is innocent. He proclaims that the brother killed his most dearest loved one, his wife and in vengeance took the life of his brother. Now then boy, answer me this. Would you choose to respect the laws of the village you know nothing of and let the execution take place, or would you attempt to save the man that you also know nothing of."
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 6:46 pm
"He claims innocence, yet he committed murder. He took the law into his own hands yet he regrets his decision. Not only does he defy the convention of his government but the convention of his own heart by refusing to hold fast to his convictions. Crime of passion is still in itself crime, and so, he must accept that which he had brought upon himself." Kaigen replied. It was a bit cold, but it was what he really believed, and unlike the unknown man, he wouldn't betray his convictions.
"However his crime is not in a legal sense. Instead, he should be saved from death, and sentenced to question and knowing. Questioning who he was, and knowing what he has done, thus should be his punishment.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 7:58 pm
A golden door known as Shiro's personal portal, the only untraceable portal in soul society opened in the middle of the room just as Yata posed his question. "Funny, I would save him with minimal damage to the people and find out if here telling the truth or not. If he was lying to save himself I would end him myself. If he weren't i would probably teach him a better way to fight and bring him with me. In this way you would get true Justice, and an ally rather than a corpse that no one can benefit from." This is why he was the only one who could balance out old man Yata, he spoke logically yet there was emotion in what he said as well as an obvious military thought.
((Your bush I'm Obama b***h SLAP... lol liberal is always more fun to play))
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 11:20 am
Old Yata only nodded and hmmed as Young Kaigen made his answer, a small smile playing upon his lips. "Very thought out, a very good answer. " Yata puffed on his pipe abit more, taking some time to consider his answer before looking Young Kaigen dead in the eyes with his own. "Very well, As the first Division captain of the 13 squads I here by appoint you as acting captain of your division. However, this is only a temporary appointment until you are either able to prove you can shoulder the responsibility properly or we find someone else who can. I do not need to say it, but every action you take will be your responsibility to bare for better or worse." Old Yata then turned his eyes down, looking through a scroll at his side as he resumed puffing on his old pipe.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:56 pm
 "Madness...? Do you fear me...?" ╰☆╮ Λguaмarιиa ╰☆╮
"Are you afraid of what I may do...? What I can do...?" "What an interesting reaction... Do you find it encumbering...?" The air grew still almost, as the smoking wisp of Yata's Pipe began to form into the shape of a butterfly. It fluttered close to his face, then around the room as if to survey the area before a voice came from the smoke-colored butterfly. "Old man Yata... A not-so surprise to see you still among the living. So to speak..."
The butterfly fluttered toward one end of the room, before with a clap if its wings, the smoke apparition created a blue, oval light. It was then, that Aguamarina's presence appeared from that faint blue light, transparent at first, but slowly, her body came into hue, and she fully arrived within the room. The smoke butterfly fluttered over the girl's head, before settling down upon her head, and transformed itself into the butterfly-shaped hair pin upon her bonnet.
"Lord Yata..." she picked up the ends of her dress, and fanned it out in a bow. Though the gesture was polite, the air around her was a slate of a grey as stone. "It's been quite some time since we last saw each other upon much easier circumstances, considering after all, our differences. But I digress. How has Soul Society been maintaining itself since I was here, not-so-long ago?" Earlier, she came with the giant beast, Ganga and attacked a member of the Gotei. However, her demeanor now, though still high and tense as it was usually around her, was not hostile. It seemed apparent that she knew the old man from somewhere or sometime ago.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 1:54 pm
A little boy no taler than five feet and no older than 15 rushed into the room Old Yata and the rest were conversating in. He was breathing heavily and sweat pouring down his face. There was blood splashed on his clothes. "Anyone!? There's a g-guy in our house that needs h-elp! I was told to c...come here. His name is...Takashi Masaru."
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