Post by Kurosawa Ryou on Feb 11, 2016 21:49:56 GMT -6
A shadow cast itself over the window sill of Lihn’s broken office. A figure slowly slipped out of the portal as the shadow shrunk in size again. Sighing softly the man twirled his fingers and his bladed gloved turned back into his Zanpakuto before he slipped it back into its scabbard. ”Security was so much more effective when Xiao-sama was alive. Ah well, makes it easier to get to Lihn I guess. Sun-Sung always said leaving a trail of knocked out ‘kids’ in our wake was never a good thing.” The image of knocked out ‘kids’ brought back a lot of memories… none of which were very pleasant at the moment. His reason for coming was not a diplomatic one, nor was a social call, but instead it was simply a matter of honor for the former fourth seat. Ryou had heard that the squads were trying to round up the Zanpakuto of anyone who had fallen during the civil war. So needless to say he had strapped to his back about ten blades which he had been able to find that he was positive belonged to former members of the Second Division.
The reason he had brought them to the First Division headquarters and not delivered them himself was that he had not been able to find the blade he had been looking for, nor had he gotten a straight answer on the whereabouts of Mistress Soi-Fon. He cared for his former Captain as much as he had Xiao and Halibel… and if she were dead because like Halibel and Xiao he had failed as the guard dog he claimed to be… then he wanted to know about it. Any of the members of the House of Shihoin were his concern, and he had not blooded his hands over the house he remembered being once ruled over by Yoruichi… a woman he admired as much as his former Captain. As he stood there in the office watching the door, and waiting for his discovery… every breath that came out of his lips was labored. Ryou had controlled himself while slaughtering the hollows who dared defiled the corpses of his comrades, and it showed. He had worn his old shinigami garbs to help disguise who he was, but the man knew well enough that Lihn would be able to pick him out in a heartbeat. As well as anyone skilled enough to tell he was much more powerful than his uniform implied. This was especially the case now that a lot of the skilled Captains had fallen…
Limping slightly over to the desk Ryou accidently bumped against it, dropping his load on top, and creating enough noise that it would have normally gotten him a crack over the head from Soi-Fon for making the Squad look stupid. Chuckling slightly at his better memories the Shinigami coughed and noted the slight stain of blood on his hand… it seemed he had been wounded even worse than he thought. No matter, his mission to bring home his comrades beloved blades was far more important… he couldn’t… no he wouldn’t fail at this. Especially the task of figuring out what if anything had happened to his former Captain, given how much time his newest conflict had kept him out of reach… the answer could be anything at this point.
The reason he had brought them to the First Division headquarters and not delivered them himself was that he had not been able to find the blade he had been looking for, nor had he gotten a straight answer on the whereabouts of Mistress Soi-Fon. He cared for his former Captain as much as he had Xiao and Halibel… and if she were dead because like Halibel and Xiao he had failed as the guard dog he claimed to be… then he wanted to know about it. Any of the members of the House of Shihoin were his concern, and he had not blooded his hands over the house he remembered being once ruled over by Yoruichi… a woman he admired as much as his former Captain. As he stood there in the office watching the door, and waiting for his discovery… every breath that came out of his lips was labored. Ryou had controlled himself while slaughtering the hollows who dared defiled the corpses of his comrades, and it showed. He had worn his old shinigami garbs to help disguise who he was, but the man knew well enough that Lihn would be able to pick him out in a heartbeat. As well as anyone skilled enough to tell he was much more powerful than his uniform implied. This was especially the case now that a lot of the skilled Captains had fallen…
Limping slightly over to the desk Ryou accidently bumped against it, dropping his load on top, and creating enough noise that it would have normally gotten him a crack over the head from Soi-Fon for making the Squad look stupid. Chuckling slightly at his better memories the Shinigami coughed and noted the slight stain of blood on his hand… it seemed he had been wounded even worse than he thought. No matter, his mission to bring home his comrades beloved blades was far more important… he couldn’t… no he wouldn’t fail at this. Especially the task of figuring out what if anything had happened to his former Captain, given how much time his newest conflict had kept him out of reach… the answer could be anything at this point.
