CivilWars02: Wildcard (Closed; Seijirou)

At the very moment, Seijirou had no such time to games. Rather, head resting across the surface of his desk as he seemed to slumber, it couldn't be told for certain whether he was actually in a state of consciousness, or rather, he were faking his appearance. No matter the answer, her presence did not go unnoticed, the measures she went through previously giving his head slightly rise as he set half-lidded gaze upon her form. While he could remember most with a simple passing gaze after minutes on end, she came as an oddity. He knew not who she was, nor did he care for her presence in the slightest. Still, she had arrived— without appointment apparently, which meant that she was either lacking in commonsense, or rather, she was gutsy. He parted his lips, they hidden behind arms.

"And you are?"

There was no question about his tone. Rather, as he sat himself up in full within chair, he gave off not the slightest bit of confusion. Rather, he seemed to know what she was here for in way, or instead of running her off, he allowed her passage further into his quarters. Spiritual pressure kept at a low as he blinked at her with his gaze not leaving her in the slightest, he motioned briefly to one of the two cushions stationed before his work area, right hand tapping briefly against saya that rested against his lap. For a while know his contact with Bushido had been limited— almost severely. If she wished to utilize his strength in any form or fashion, it would be harder than she thought. Still, he wanted to hear what she had to say nonetheless.

"You may speak. First however... introductions and your reasoning for disturbing me. If I haven't chased you out by then... tea." He didn't appear to be joking. Rather, he spoke with an air of truthfulness. 

"Poor, poor Kazuma..."

These were the words he chose to speak in response to her statements. No matter who she thought she was or her position, she was still in his court. She was within his quarters, standing— sitting mayhaps— speaking of sides and war to come. She thought she knew of the outcome, and fully expected that she could win. Did she also think she could sway him to joining her side— her cause? Did she believe that it would be as simple as a wave of her hand to call him forth? If so, she was surely misled, the same as the information given to her about him. There seemed something strange about him, almost unnatural in his mannerisms and actions overall. No more did he appear in the least tired. Rather, he seemed to be as alert as possible, usual bags under eyes gone and replaced with the most attentive gaze possible. Half-lidded as usual, his irises surveyed her with the lightest flutter of lashes. She was Kazuma's successor? In all honestly, he didn't think much of her.

"... Tea," Seijirou said, attendant sliding doors open before rushing forth, platter set upon desk. He returning to previous waiting position behind the side doors for further orders, Seijirou waited until all was quiet before taking a cup into hold, sipping. "You speak of sides my lady... yet you fail to understand that I stand by the Seireitei as a whole, as do my members." Did this answer her question in the slightest? Surely not. Rather, it could lead to slight confusion, or could warrant further clarification. As such, he continued.

"There are no sides in this. Rather, the Seireitei's goal will remain the same no matter who is in control. You could say I assume a neutral position, but this is but the case. My blade has always been lifted to protect those of the Seireitei. Thus..." His gaze found its way upon her once more, locked upon her face and features.

"If any seek to destroy the Soul Society, I shall do battle. Otherwise, I will refrain from any sort of action. Hina will be missed, but if she is gone or dead, it is her own weakness that led to such an end. Hina..." His voice seemed to trail off near the end, gaze falling as he set down his cup. He'd always joked about teaching her a thing or two, but... for her to actually be gone? It irked him. The order of the Seireitei at the moment was less than pleasurable, though he had to make do. In all honesty, he didn't want to fight at all. Not against Yuu, Sojiro, Itada, Kariya, or even Maiko.