Doubt?[Nathaniel]

The man would find himself not alone. For he was not the only creature that found themselves a creature of the night. Nathaniel, squad six's fukutaichou, kept to the shadows. His tattered cloak formed around him, effortlessly flowing behind as he kept up an equal, yet stealth like pace with the moss haired man. Nathaniel was tasked with one simple, yet exhausting goal: recruit. Seemingly pouring himself over days of paperwork, not asking to be disturbed, was him actually sorting through the files of shinigami. He sought out only those who could provide a means to an end. Whether it be they were too weak or their death would me a martyr for their cause, mattered little. So long as the plan worked. He had come across many stricken my family envy and others who were 'too good' to know that what was the happening- the complacency and lack of apathy for the world of the living- was a virus that needed to be weeded out. Kosuke fit the bill for the latter.

The fukutaichou's senses were nearly owl like in the dark. Unlike the seaweed haired man, he had no thoughts that weighed heavily, distracting him as he moved. A smile formed at the left most corner of his mouth, knowing the specific area where he was turning led to a dead end. Following him endlessly had granted him little options in terms of anonymity, though, this would do just fine. Taking advantage of his carelessness, Nathaniel found himself on the ground, standing at the entrance to the alley, and silhouetted by any natural light that should remain. His visage, covered in head to toe with a black cloak and a hood strewn over half his face, he appeared as a true manifestation of death.

"You have doubts," he said, his callous voice becoming monotone under the twilight, not wishing to give himself away should he fail. "Do not attempt to hide it from me." Beneath the hood he watched him, enough to reveal the lowest point of his eye, though not that Kosuke would see. "The commander's vision of the Seireitei would leave us all to ruin. You see that, don't you?" This time he left the question to linger. He would have to come to answer himself.

Nathaniels lips pursed upwards into a small smirk. His reaction was expected. He too would reach for his blade should he be stumbled upon in the darkness, however, unlike the other fukutaichou, he wouldn't have been so careless. "I did not ask about others," the cloaked man stated firmly. He was deflecting the question in an effort to broaden it. Nathaniel suspected the man before him didn't want to admit his doubts or treasonous thoughts on the off chance this was some form of test. Perhaps if he had more patience he'd respect the mans hesitation, but, not now. Time was of the essence. Through the darkness and peering at Kosuke's outline he could just tell the man before him was tense, muscles ready to act as if fully geared waiting on an order. This was where he would need to decide if being delicate or stern would win the day. While he was more then confident he could take the vice captain, he'd rather not have his death spur an investigation; less tension around the seireitei the better.

"You cannot cover up the uncertainty that leaks from your words, a deadly poison that would sooner consume you then be forgotten." The cold pierced the air around him, sending his hot breathe outwards in the form of a mist like smoke. "You seek answers yet know not the questions to ask; lost and confused you wander like a spirit seeking redemption." Carefully he reached into his coat and pulled out an index card sized note, the envelope sealed with an unfamiliar symbol. "Everything you seek lies within'," Nathaniel started, his eyes narrowing underneath the cloaked hood, "are you willing to risk it all to save whats left of this wretched place?"

The profound silence spoke volumes about the green haired vice captain before him. No doubt he too would be contemplating the ramifications of Nathaniel's presence. To be approached with no understanding of who, or why, and talking about treason much less. It probably would force anyone to rethink their motives and their words carefully. "The very fact you must ask that question speaks volumes about your intentions." The shadowed figure mused. Between thin fingers he held the envelope loosely, as if a breeze itself could sweep it away at a moments notice. Notice that he would be approaching fell on uncaring ears, a slight flick throwing the envelope to the ground a mere foot away from the other vice captain.

"All the information you would require," Nathan said, watching carefully for the slightest movement his way, "resides inside." It was then Nathan stepped back, to gain distance and to allow himself free movement. In a flash of movement he was gone, cloak envoloping him in it's death reaper like visage. No trace of him would remain, nor would any trail lead to his escape. In truth he was as quick and silent as the wind itself, a memory being the only thing to ever know he was there.