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Post by Hattori Heiji on Dec 19, 2013 1:44:02 GMT -5
"You could sooner ask me to cut out my heart and live on," Heiji disregarded the request of his captain, for she asked the impossible of him. "However, I'll pray in silence. Until these sinners speak up again.." Letting his gaze wander to the hair-models, he crossed his arms. He'd keep a close eye on the red-haired fellow and bring judgement to the Nanabantai-taichou in due time.
Even though he remained stubborn, Heiji had proven that he was capable of silence, given the fact that all throughout the captains' bickering, he hadn't so much as intruded upon them with a thought. It wasn't that he hadn't heard them. He heared everything. Be it the whisper of a mouse or the roar of thunder miles away.
He'd had simply nothing to mention. A fukutaichou shouldn't address a captain commander when regular captains were present. There was a chain of command, after all. God had willed it.
Additionally, their personal history was lost on him. Everyone had one.
He couldn't hope to give a shit about the history they shared.
Looking to the sky, he had to chuckle darkly. With both the kenpachi and the fukutaichou gone for a couple of days, if not a week, this division of theirs would lose themselves and cause quite the mess. There would be more than one sake-induced rampage, he figured. But such was the turn of things.
"Oi, taichou. That's pathetic, though. Asking of us to sneak in. How about we let the 7th handle that and focus on the killing instead.."
Post by ASHTON ARTERIUS on Dec 19, 2013 2:21:51 GMT -5
Needless to say, it was of no astonishment that the Kenpachi’s office environment mirrored that of a tornado scene. The way one treated their habitat often represented the way they externally exposed themselves to the public. Internally, however, was a different stream to delve into. From his previous encounter with Kenpachi, he easily picked up on the way her tone conveyed special contempt for his captain; the apparent man of her past. The Soutaichou’s reiteration of the romance implied that it was more than just a fling. Resting his back with a crossing of the arms, the smirk-bearing Shinigami policed a chuckle from escaping lips. Reading and deciphering what exactly made Itada tick was quite the task, the thought of the feat formerly belonged to the multi-colored brute was something to delve into. He could see the appeal of the Seiryuu, however. Itada’s Lieutenant had casually romanced quite a few of the women in the captain’s family tree. This was, of course, knowledge that he dare not audit.
Although his mind had a torrent among other topics, his attention was caught at the mentioning of Rukongai’s feared depths, and the fallen nobility. This consideration that was physically displayed by the tilt of the head, amplified by the downward angling of his left eyebrow. Ashton himself originated and grew up on the 79th Rukongai District. There were a lot of skeletons lying about due to his actions there; he knew how injustice was a common way of life there. And he knew how much of a jungle was beyond his home district. As far as he was concerned, anyone beyond that line was a thorn in the side of peace and order, a fire that almost begged to be extinguished. He would gladly partake in the annihilation of such transgressions.
Forwarding his visual target from the Commander to his own Captain, he began to formulate the tactics to cleanse this infection, and making a four-man team out of the officers within the room only amped the difficulty of the task. There were unwanted variables in the equation, but like everything else, they could be contained with enough mental capability. Everyone seemed to have thoughts and concerns to speak, Ashton Arterius remained silent of his speculations for the time being, even if some of their words regarded him.