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 Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 4:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 4:02 pm
 Yukumi Shizuka
Lt. of Squad One“Honor was never taking the easy way when it was also the wrong one. Never telling a falsehood unless the truth was painful and unnecessary, or a lie was necessary to save others." People were darting to and fro within the halls of the first squadron, everyone bustling far more than an average day as they zipped between rooms. All of them avoiding to the best of their ability being seen in the halls while still trying to do their work. It was the third day Lieutenant Shizuka had been absent in a row and the lack of her skill in paperwork had it piling up on most of the available table and desk space. Various complaints were arising from both the first and other squadrons of timetables missed and supplies not being filled in time. Nothing that couldn't be handled without her, but still it was a sign of what her presence did to make things flow smoothly.
Uncaring, or more likely; unaware of what her lack of attendance was doing to the squadron Shizuka was blowing her nose into one of the many tissues that she'd used lately. All of the work the fourth squadron had done for healing and they lacked a cure for a cold? She might have cursed them if it didn't hurt to speak, instead she started coughing after tossing the used paper in the growing pile of them in the bin. She bent forward a little into the rough raspy cough she'd taken to – she was fairly convinced her lungs were actively trying to force their way free of her body. If the cough and sore throat weren't bad enough, she was congested to the point that her head ached and her body felt weak in general.
It was some small consolation that Renji wasn't there – unlike the last time she was sick many years ago – when he tried to poison her with what he claimed was chicken soup. She was only sicker after his interceding back then...along with half of sixth squadron. She was fairly certain he'd found a vulture instead of a chicken. Back when they were still a part of the sixth squadron and she'd worked for weeks to catch up with what they'd fallen behind on then. Of course, now wasn't really much better – she could imagine how horrible the office would get in her absence. Dion, one of her own personal assistants, kept assuring her that things were running smoothly but she was starting to think that was simply so she didn't try to crawl out of bed and do work while spreading her plague.
Shizuka broke into fit of coughing, covering her mouth as her body convulsed with the strength of her harsh expelling of air. Holding her own chest where it burned with the pain of the sickness, it was frustrating. Health like this was part of why she'd never really been assigned any sort of battle position – couldn't have too many soldiers capable of growing ill. The majority of soul reapers never got sick at all – the lucky bastards – she'd have to find a way to make them all do extra duty. Not that she was sickly much of the time but every so many years or so she would get the flu like any average recruit – she hated it.
Fumbling along her side table she sighed when she found the ice pack for her head was luke-warm – where had Dion disappeared to? He'd left twenty minutes ago to get her a new one – was she going to have to replace him? She was finally starting to like one of the people she'd picked to help her out. Of course, Yukumi didn't know her assistant was off trying to diffuse an issue with the rather explosive tenth squadron while she sat dying.Placement/Time: Shizuka's Quarters
Current Action: Dying
Thoughts: Ow...
Health: 60%
OOC: Heh, poor Shizuka...not that I don't know the feeling. * * *  * * *  * * *  * * *"Never manipulating the truth to serve only yourself. Protecting the weak and helpless; standing fast even when fear made you weak. Keeping your word.”
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