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.
Post by Rebel Raven on Aug 12, 2009 1:07:26 GMT -5
She looked at the pair to see what they'd do about the noise. She could easily defuse the situation, but she considered herself off duty, and figured it'd be more fun for the two to get to know each other should they decide to fight. Battlefield friendships tended to be rather strong.
She obviously noticed the ruckus, but she said nothing, and continued her meal quietly.
Sayuri ignored the ruckus caused by the 11th Division members while she was finishing off her second grand platter of her rice dish, pouring its large amounts of contents into her mouth scooping up what she could with her chopsticks. Once finished off she calmly set the platter down while picking up one of her two glasses of soy milk and calmly sipped at it holding the glass cradled in both hands washing down what she had just ate.
Looking over her shoulder at last at the 11th Division members, Sayuri when on the topic never exactly hid the fact she has no love for 11th Division. The 4th Division were not the only ones 11th Division would often pick on, the 'Kidou Nerds' of Kidou Corps were also often the target of 11th Division's less intelligent member's mockery and bulling, do to many of them not being very strong martially. Sayuri in time took a certain amount of hidden pleasure in breaking an 11th Division member in two with her Kidou ability alone when she was part of Kidou Corps long ago.
Though, this also presented an opportunity for some observation of her own, her eyes narrowed a little at the 11th Division members as the blustered about loudly, stating quietly to Kamair, "Most use Bakudo spells wrong... or at least... view their possibilities incorrectly... The concealment arts within the Bakudo spells are not limited to just the caster to conceal themselves, but also with the right application can be used to conceal your target from themselves, and a proper assassin should not always require having to see their target to eliminate them.", as she casually extended a hand outward in the direction of the loud, rowdy 11th Division members she uttered, "Remember their placement, and strike as fast as you can.", with a quite, quick utterence almost inaudible to the ear and nearly too swift to even understand what was she what was precisely recited, "Bakudo No. 26 Sekienton", a red smoke cloud suddenly exploded amongst the 11th Division braggarts engulfing the group of them entirely, while Sayuri herself simply was no longer where she sat - it was as if she vanished. But the sounds of men getting the piss beat out of them could quite clearly be heard from within the large crimson smoke cloud. In particular one sound was an ear splitting crack with a man within the cloud screeching in agony directly after the bloodcurdling cracking.
He blinked once... twice. Before allowing his mind to take what she said in. It was true, there was no reason to be merciful to members of the 11th, as they spent much of their time bullying members of other divisions. On top of that, they had a captain who did not deserve to be in the position that he was in. In his opinion, the third method to becoming a captain of the thirteen corp guard squads was simply atrocious.
The man hadn't even achieved his bankai, nor knew the name of his soul slayer. It was somewhat pathetic.
... Somewhere in Seretei...
"AAAACHOOO!!" The tall captain sneezed loudly, causing every trainee around him to stare at him. "... the hell? ... I don't feel sick..."
... Back in Rukongai...
These men deserved to get the crap kicked out of them, if anything, it would allow him to improve himself by learning from someone who truly had more skill then him.
He would also earn points with these higher-ups for going along with them and proving that he could keep up.
Closing his eyes, he too, shunpou'd out of sight.
Only to catch a fist that was flying towards an already badly beaten Shinigami.
"Madame Sayuri." He said solidly, his voice holding a strong resolve. "I must beg you to stop!"
He had his principles.
Though it was true, that members of the 11th squad were barbarians that deserved to get the crud beaten out of the them... here, in this town, at this particular time and with this particular group they had done nothing other than be loud.
They hadn't even begun harrassing anyone yet. Hell, they weren't even drunk yet.
As the smoke cleared, the area revealed an already badly beaten group of Shinigami, a coupe with broken arms. There were about three that remained unharmed, and they still didn't realize what had hit them.
"Please forgive this servant's actions." In this time and place, Kamair's mindset referred to it's past stance. Who was he, a servant, to stop a seated officer? "But if I continue to allow this, then we will be no better then them. I beg you to stop, on this day these men have done nothing."
He winced inwardly and awaited the beating that he would surely receive.
Post by Rebel Raven on Aug 13, 2009 0:15:27 GMT -5
Soifon continued to dine calmly. This time they'd resolve it themselves.
She sipped her tea softly and let them do as they will. If the squads wanted a friendly rivalry, let'em have it. Squad 2 tended to be the only people Squad 11 respected in terms of militant power.
She didn't say a word to them, she didn't try to stop them. If anything, it was nice to have a quiet meal again.
Her slender fingers picked up some fatty tuna and then slid it into her mouth.
Her fist was stopped? When the smoke cleared she saw Kamair before her hand stopped by his hand. She was at first taken aback that an unseated member could stop one of her strikes, sure, she may not have been going full bore... but still... she was a little more internally surprised an unseated member would oppose her. Though, none of this was expressed on her face, her head tilted a little, the long beaded length of hair dangling from her right temple swaying a dash in response to the slight head movement was the only thing that indicated her surprise at most. The expression on her face was as it generally always when in the company of those other than Soifon herself, and when she is in battle or on a mission - just a placid, wooden expression exclaiming nothing - no intensity, no rage, no tangible emotion - all of that was well hidden from view.
Retracting her hand, she looked to the 11th Division members, the ones she got her little mits on - badly beaten - the others, she ignored unless they were to make a motion of their own aginst her. She then simply stated to them with her naturally quiet tone of voice, "Stop being loud... It's late, people live here, let them sleep. It's one of the few peaceful moments they can afford to have in the Rukongai.", she turned her eyes to Kamair, then back to the uninjured 11th Division members, "Take your wounded to the 4th Division infirmary... I'm sure you know where it is...", with another quick glance to Kamair, Sayuri turned and walked back tot he food stand where her third rice dish platter awaited her.
The moment she sat down returning to her food, that placid disposition she possesses seemed to melt away on her as Soifon was once again near. Sayuri regressing into a quiet, shy, and submissive awkward teenage girl in a sense looked to Soifon, and asked quietly with a passive smile trying to be unintrusive as Soifon ate, "Is your meal alright, Soi-sama?"
He blinked... was he not dead? Straightening up, his face glazed over with that same clumsy mask that he seemed to use when he was off-duty. With confusion etched upon his face, he slowly lifted a hand and scratched the back of his head.
Nani? Kamair thought to himself. I thought I was a goner for sure.
He heard a sigh inside his mind. I hoped that pretty lady would beat you silly.
Shut up you old man! He growled mentally.
Looking about, his eyes fell upon the remaining conscious members from squad 11, who shriveled instinctively at his gaze. It puzzled him, why were they so scared of him? It's not like he had done anything, really.
Ignoring them, he turned and began to walk away, returning to his meal and sitting slightly on edge. That way he hopefully would not be caught with his guard down.
Sighing mentally, he hoped that he could read her expression, but she hadn't given him a clue to what she was thinking. For all he knew she could be thinking about how to slit his throat in his sleep.
Or worse, at the match tommorow.
Shuddering mentally, he returned to his food, eating it cautiously with his eye twitching ever so slightly.
Post by Rebel Raven on Aug 13, 2009 1:53:57 GMT -5
"This is an excellent meal," Soifon said in reply to Sayuri's question as if there wasn't any sort of fight at all.
She hoped that they'd be okay for the match tomorrow after such ... excitement.
If the two thought that she didn't care that her squad had just laid a beating on another's they'd be right. It was no secret that Squad 2, and 11 were the most physical, and she knew better than to expect them to stop fighting each other completely, and Squad 4 needed the practice. Despite their vigorous rivalry, she made sure things remained professional over all.
It wasn't like they were crazy glued to their toilets, or had their sake exchanged for vinegar, or other childish things like that.
She sipped her drink deeply, and maintained her relaxed state.
Sayuri's smile widened in response to Soifon's answer, turning back to her own meal - Sayuri begun digging back in on her rice platter - mmmmmmmmm, shrimp... shredded chicken.... fried rice... childhood favorites. The platter half-finished, Sayuri stopped eating for the moment to sip away at her second glass of soy milk.
She side glanced to Kamair who was looking quite tense, her brow furrowed a bit. She thought to herself for a moment, casually she returned to eating nonchalantly, though as she did she stated to the man, "I'm impressed you were able to stop my strike within the smoke like that... not even some of our Seated members could have done."
Returning to taking a couple more sips of her soy milk she continued, "You can relax, Kamair-sama, I'm not angry, you acted out of principal. I can respect that despite my low opinion of 11th Division from the years of dealing with their thuggish antics when I was in Kidou Corps. It's a nice bit of therapy at times to deal it back to them... Besides, I partly consider beating them into silence do to their rowdiness as taking care of a domestic disturbance case for excessive noise... People live in this area - it's late - they should be able sleep peacefully when they can here..."
Though as she calmly set down her glass before returning to her meal, she staed clearly - perhaps a bit out of having followed Soifon around so much these days, Sayuri stated in a clear tone, "However, if we were on duty, I would have been forced to having to break you in two for standing in my way, Kamair-sama.", Sayuri then went right back to happily dining on her meal.
"I'm impressed you were able to stop my strike within the smoke like that... not even some of our Seated members could have done."
He bowed his head shamefully, placing his chopsticks beside his plate. "You are far too kind, Sayuri-San."
And in his mind, she definetly was. He had no blood of nobility, or that of a warrior's. He was simply a servant and deserved no such compliments. After a moment of bowing his head, he simply picked up his chopsticks again and started to eat again. "You can relax, Kamair-sama, I'm not angry, you acted out of principal. I can respect that despite my low opinion of 11th Division from the years of dealing with their thuggish antics when I was in Kidou Corps. It's a nice bit of therapy at times to deal it back to them... Besides, I partly consider beating them into silence do to their rowdiness as taking care of a domestic disturbance case for excessive noise... People live in this area - it's late - they should be able sleep peacefully when they can here..."
"... Vengance is not a pretty thing, Sayuri-san." He said quietly, finally having relaxed completely. He eyed Soifon out of the corner of his eye with an almost knowing look.
Since he had been there all his life, he had seen much of what had happened come to past. When Yourichi left, Soifon was never the same again. And though most people thought it was the utter stress of the situation at hand, Kamair was no fool, he could see the hurt.
Being the observant man that he was, Kamair was not fooled. However, as it was not his place to interject, he could have never dreamed of doing so.
Turning his attention back to his food, he began to eat again, this time a little faster. With all the talking, his food was starting to get cold.
"However, if we were on duty, I would have been forced to having to break you in two for standing in my way, Kamair-sama."
Kamair to the appropriate time to proceed to choke before comically falling sideways off of his chair.
Post by Rebel Raven on Aug 13, 2009 17:49:30 GMT -5
Soifon finally reached the end of her meal as she munched the last bit of sushi calmly even with the sneaky bit of wasabi burned at her sinuses. All in all, she enjoyed it, though she gained no love for the avocado, and Spam sushi which had utterly foreign tastes to them.
She started on her tea calmly and made no indication of being in a hurry, rather she remained relaxed. Likely so the others had no desire to hurry since she wanted them to relax, if Kamair could survive the meal.
"I'm glad you two are getting along, and so much better than most others apparently do," she said all of a sudden with an easy going calm, then she sipped her tea.
