With the Captains suffering casualties and heavy injuries on their side, all hope seemed to be lost... until Shinji Hirako appeared, along with the rest of the former Shinigami. Though the aid of the Vizards certainly helped to draw the battle in their favor, it seemed Aizen's power alone proved too much for them.
Free time seemed like a waste to Sanmaru. With a quite emotionless expression, the twelth division shinigami stepped outside and began to walk. It was early in the morning, so the air was crisp and cool. Sanmaru made a mental note of this, and contiued to walk aimlessly.
His hair was tied back, as usual, though he wasn't wearing his glasses at the moment, and his vision was blured. Well, the option was blurred vision or fogged glasses, seeing as the air was mostly damp.
He stepped towards a corner, and a thought rang in his mind, as did the sound of footsteps. "Hm?
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Makuro Fumaseki had been on a late night patrol of Seiretei. He liked late night duty preffering the night to the day. It was possible this was why he got on so well with his zanpakutoh spirit who was cosmic based. He swept a hand through his icy blue emo style hair. He glanced about with his strange night-sky looking eyes. The mist had been constant all night and was only just fading. It had ruined his night view completely. He yawned loudly and then saw someone in the mist walking round the corner. He didn't recognise them. "Hey." he said raising a hand in greeting. His voice reeked of tiredness. Good job he was pretty much nocturnal otherwise these late nights would be killing him. "What you doing out so early?" he asked politely.
From in front of him. That's where he assumed the noise was coming from, the mist plus his inability to see clearly without his glasses was a great hinderance. Emotionless gray eyes feebly searching for the source of the noise, Sanmaru found that most of what he could see was a mash of colors. Blue and black and another color, probably that of flesh.
Sighing, and deciding the guessing games weren't worth the effort, Sanmaru removed his glasses from their hiding place, beside his zanpakuto, and slipped them onto his face. "I might ask the same question of you."
Letting a pause form between his words, Sanmaru finished, "I am walking, nothing more."
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"I am returning from patrol duty." Makuro replied with a smile. "And no need to get defensive. I was just making conversation." Makuro extended a hand to the shinigami. "The name's Fumaseki Makuro. I'm 5th seat of the seventh squad." This ended with him making it obvious he expected an introduction by the tone of his voice. He had observed the fact that the shinigami had put on his glasses and noticed them fogging up. What a choice: blurred vision or fogged up glasses. "Ya know you should really invest in some contacts."
Accepting the handshake, the stoic shinigami nodded. In a motonous voice, he replied, "Takeme Sanmaru, eighth seat of the twelth division."
Unable to catch a clear glimpse at the man before him, Sanmaru narrowed his eyes slightly. It was frustrating to be unable to see, but more frustrating to be told that he should switch to contacts. Of course, Sanmaru saw no reason for this, especially when they were more impracticle than normal glasses.
Especially considering the nature of his zanpakuto; acidic in every way. Considering his own acid could get him if he wasn't careful and controlled, he would rather retain his glasses. "I wear my glasses because they are practicle."
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"Easy to break though...unless you've got reinforced ones." he replied with a shrug. "Still I suppose as a twelth squadder glasses are better for the job." Then realised that the other shinigami ,now known to him as Sanmaru, still couldn't see him very well. "Maybe you should have some contacts for when the weather is like this or invest in something to stop the glasses fogging up." He thought about the fog. "Want to get out of this fog, go to a bar or something?" he suggested. The fog was dampening as well as blinding. It would be good to get somewhere warm so they could dry off and chat with the ability to see. Plus sake would wake him up a bit. "Up to you though."
The seventh squadder thought about where they were and where the nearest bar was. Thinking about it, his own dorm room was closer then the nearest bar, but he didn't invite strangers to his room, only friends. That meant the nearest bar was the Dragon's Maw. It was quite a high class bar and the drinks were a bit more expensive, but you didn't get the rowdy crowds of other places.
Mist floated through the air as Azuki Shimamori returned from personal training. The morning sun couldn't penetrate the moisture, crafting a reality of its own. It comforted her after the long workout. As she walked towards her dorm, voices floated to her. There is no way that people could actually be up at this hour, she thought to herself. As she edged closer, there were surely a couple of shinigami up and about. How curious, she thought.
"Hello out there," Azuki called out into the mist. "This is Azuki Shinamori. Who is out there?" She looked around, hoping that they were friendly.
"Takeme Sanmaru," the steely-eyed shinigami replied again, responding to the girl's voice before he did to Makuro. Not bothering to clear the fog from his glasses, Sanmaru shifted his feet slightly. It was irritating to be unsure of the situation, but, if they did go to a bar, he would be able to more accurately analyze Makuro's personality.
Turning his attention back to Makuro's essence, Sanmaru let a nod and his voice carry through the mist as best as it could. "I have some time, I believe."
Truly, Sanmaru didn't believe he had time. He believed this was time that could be spent working, or mentally reviewing methods for quickly dispatching hollows. Even those humanoid hollows. That thought, how much he despised hollows, ran through his mind again. Of course, on his emotionless face, nothing crossed. This was as fast as a blink of an eye, and the only hint of anything were Sanmaru's own slate-colored eyes blinking.
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"Takeme Sanmaru, is it?" Azuki echoed. "Nice to make your acquaintance." She hated not knowing who she spoke to. His face, for the voice was male, eyes, height, nothing! She couldn't tell through this blasted fog that stuck to everything like flour. Maybe if she went with him, and this other Sanmaru character, but that would be awkward. Invading isn't generally smiled upon. With that, she edged forward, hoping she could see the two people in front of her.
"Time is not owned by us. We just live in it," Azuki pointed out. Why do I always do that? She asked her self, mentally slapping her head.
Makuro looked up. "The name's Fumaseki Makuro, 5th seat of the third squad." he stated with a smile. "Nice to meet you Azuki. Fancy coming with me and Sanmaru to the Dragon's Maw?" He thought about this fog for a moment. "We can dry off and get out of this horrible fog." He turned and began to head towards the bar without waiting an answer. "Follow me if your coming." he added as he began to shunpo towards the bar. He wondered if anyone would be there.
