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Post by Hiroki Shirai on Mar 13, 2014 17:48:26 GMT -5
ON
THE EDGE,
AND THE LAST STEP BEFORE THE FALL
There was nowhere left to step now. The storm was coming to a head. Lines were being drawn, choices being made. The Soul Society was on the precipice of a war and all Hiro could do is stand around and watch. Not like anything could really be done at this point, nor could he be the one to do it. He'd been around a long time, and had a deal of pull, but at the end of the day he was nothing more than a third seat in a squad that was still missing a Captain. And his opinion carried no more weight than such a station, despite being, for all intents and purposes, the highest active seat in the 9th squad.
There was nothing he could do but wait now, the puff from his last Cigarette having finally faded away. The city was alive, things hadn't changed here, despite the death and calamity the Seireitei had known but just a short time ago. He needed this escape he supposed, the other Captains would anoint someone to his squad soon enough, now all he had to do was wait and keep what was left of the men in line. A simple enough task, but it was growing more and more difficult by the damned day.
Post by Inagaki Yūsuke on Mar 14, 2014 0:55:32 GMT -5
Perseverance was key in attaining power. Without the will to push through adversity it was damn there impossible for one to achieve any type of power beyond that of the common folk. Kosuke had journeyed to the depths of his soul, returning with a power that'd allow him to see to the goal of leading one of the Court Guard Squads.
At its current state the Seireitei was more than pitiful. For the first time in what Shinigami were saying history, the squads lay without a Captain Commander. Not only did the force lack a general, but several squads stood without captains - some even without lieutenants! There was no telling when any faction would rise up against the Soul Reapers, but Kosuke was certain he'd make use of his newfound powers to fill in one of the vacant leadership roles.
After searching through the ranks for a squad of members that suited him, Kosuke landed upon the Kyubantai. They were without a Captain and a Lieutenant, leaving the squad's third seat to handle all high ranked officer affairs. He was dedicated to his squad and this Kosuke needed.
It wasn't hard to find Hiroki amongst a mass of winding bodies. Night life in the city was electric tonight and it seemed there wasn't a single soul occupying their bed. Forcing his way through the crowd, Kosuke landed behind his target with a light hand on his shoulder. The lieutenant stood fully draped in black garbs, his signature black fedora glued to his hat while he stuck out like a sore among the various colors of the crowd.
Post by Hiroki Shirai on Mar 15, 2014 2:48:01 GMT -5
ON
THE EDGE,
AND THE LAST STEP BEFORE THE FALL
"Hiroki Shirai?" The words echoed in his ears. He tightened his grip around Kouketsu, people asking your name in the middle of a crowd? That was a prime indicator that you were about to die in most cases. The light tap on his shoulder was meant to convey a sense of relative ease, hopefully anyway. As he turned to look over the person who'd tried to get his attention, he would know the young Ryuugamine anywhere. That damn fedora was a dead giveaway from a mile away. Not that he'd ever tell someone not to dress for a bit of flair of course, his own trench jacket fluttering in the gusts of wind brought about by the mobs of people passing by.
He'd been in the 11th with him for many years, they rarely talked, they weren't even more than passing acquaintances, if that. After his promotion to the Gobantai he'd honestly forgotten all about the man. The sudden appearance of the young man and his asking Hiro for his name piqued his interest. He wouldn't go out of his way to find the third seat if there wasn't a reason to. And, being the curious man he was, there'd be no harm in hearing what it could be. "That'd be me."