Meeting of the Captains

((Before I begin, a note. Any captain who doesn't post in this topic without a DAMN good reason will be demoted. This will double as the first Captain activity check. Have fun with it. -Wave-))

And thus, he would be a lot more composed than earlier. His face would be it's normal color, his hair bound tightly and neatly, laying along his back. His Haori was now joined by his kosode, and his pants were much more...kempt. All in all, he looked much less like a man who'd been disturbed in the middle of something and alot more like a man who's ready to make some pretty universal decision.

His tall frame would propel itself down the back halls of the 1st division. Not known to many, there is a nice little passageway leading from his office to the Captain's assembly hall. It's ridiculously useful to him, allowing him to get there faster than people think he should be able to. Good for keeping up an air of respect, and of dignity.

He would step the last few steps out of the hallway, clearing his thoughts, surely the captains had all, or at least some, made their way there while he was chasing his underwear. But nay, as he stepped out into the hall, he was alone. He'd sigh, knowing that at least now he can look composed when they get there. He'd move to the end of the room, away from the door, and the little windows along the side, sitting in a rather fancy chair, even though he detests such thing he can't very well change the chair that's been there for longer than his fat ass has been alive. He'd rest his elbows on the arms, lacing his fingers in his lap as he straightened his back. Gotta look at least semi-put together. He would then simply sit there, and wait.

(You can stop reading here if you want, I just feel like writing some more.)

As he waited, he would think, and as he thought, he would reminisce. It'd been a good while since something big enough had happened to cause him to call a captains meeting, not counting those ones that he has to call to promote a captain or just check on people. Fuckin' snore fests they are. "Captain Commander, everything is going as it should" "Good to hear, go do it some more" How is that useful to anyone? It isn't. Just a damn status check wasting everyone's time by being buried under pomp and ceremony.

All this damn thinking of the past got him thinking back to the meeting called when Hunter Kaze, his captain, and that damn lieutenant Ryohei disappeared. Which of the captains now where even there? He couldn't think of but four. Kaizen Jushiro, or Izanagi as many called him. That bastard had been captain longer than Tadashii'd been Sotaicho. Course, Tadashii'd been captain longer than that bastard'd been alive. He'd briefly muse upon Izanagi's birth, and upon his parents, before continuing on his mental list. The next would be his brother of course, Yoshito Adachi. Unless Tadashii is mistaken, His brother is the second oldest captain in the Gotei thirteen, nearly three millennia. It's been a long life, that's for sure. He's been blessed with more than most humans dream of, but that is of course, depending on your idea of a blessing. He'd prefer some kind of drinking paradise as a blessing, personally, but no man ever gets what he wants anymore. And then there's Suo and Katsu, two captains he doesn't associate himself an extraordinary amount with, but that he does know well.

He yawn softly, still alone in his ruminations, continuing to think about that one meeting, 500 years ago. It was demanded, and enacted, that they send a search party into to HM to retrieve them. He himself was a member, as was the captain of the fourth at the time, and Jushiro Kaizen...Jushiro requested to go, stating since his damn research on the garganta was the only reason they could go, he was damn well going with them, and something else about important research. He's always muttering about research, or about the beautiful unicorns and stars, depending on how much weed he's had. The three would arrive, Jushiro's invention working flawlessly, and they searched, finding only a scrap of a Haori of the tenth division captain. They reported the three dead after another day of searching.

As Tadashii remembers, that's the last emergency meeting he called..Or is it? Meh, he's smoked weed in the past twenty four hours. Heavy remembering isn't his utmost trait currently.

Blurring through the halls, or shunpoing as one might call it, Hunter arrived at the First Division Headquarters. It felt a bit weird and it gave of an ominous feeling every time he came here. Back when he was an unseated officer, he'd normally spend his time here drinking with the lieutenants and he lost his money the next day when he woke up naked at the garden of the Tenth Division. Bastards. How could they steal his money like that? And so, he hated coming here, but all those lieutenants probably were either dead or a captain. Since it's well known that captains were normally former lieutenants that gained Bankai through a couple of decades. Hah, Hunter had been well on his way when he was just starting as a Lieutenant.

Being invited to a captain's meeting was great. It was interesting since normally, lieutenants couldn't up. Well, he wasn't exactly your average lieutenant like the others, but more of the average joe that lived in the Menos Forest for five hundred years. The experience he acquired through all his years there was epic. He treasured it greatly, but best of all... Fourth Division guys really shouldn't invent things! Just look at Ryohei. A member of the Fourth Division that was well on his way to becoming captain as well, but he was still a pansy ass bastard that Hunter wanted to gut.

Arriving at the hall, he saw the Captain Commander sitting on the chair as Hunter walked to the right side of the room and faced the other side. Through spying and talking with his captain, he knew the correct manner to stand during a captain's meeting and all the captains would face each other while the Head Captain sat in his chair at the front. The man known as Hunter did not know what to do. Was he to stand in the corner or was he to do the same as the other captains? He wasn't a captain yet even though he spent FIVE HUNDRED FUCKING YEARS IN THAT FUCKING PLACE! Man, that steamed him.

He'd watch Hunter walk in. The boy looked a bit unsure as to what to do, which was understandable. He'd never been to one of these before, and they had all this ceremony..For now, Tadashii had a simple solution. He would cough, drawing attention to himself, before speaking. Go stand along the wall, in the dark. I don't want the captains to notice you too early. It'll be fun to watch some of the older ones realized you held your shit in hueco mundo for 500 years. He'd laugh, before falling silent again, apparently contemplating.

Laughing at that, he saluted with his right hand and said " Aye, Captain." it wasn't like him to be obedient, but he knew full well the strength of this person. Living for all these years as the Captain Commander was epic and he was strong back then, but he probably is stronger now cause of the experience. Walking toward the the dark corner where the light seemed to go out, the door was to his right and the commander was in a diagonal from the corner. He waited with his arms folded.

Kano stopped at the doors leading to the meeting room of the captains. For some reason, actually walking inside was a hell of a lot more nerve racking than peeking through a window to eavesdrop on them. The silence, the impenetrable quiet that surrounded the place seemed to suffocate him as he stood their, his heart sounding like a beating war drum, and Kano was mildly surprised that it didn't echo around the hall around him.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he walked inside, pushing the door open with both hands. He saw the Captain commander sitting down straight in front of him, hands laced, and Kano couldn't help but feel intimidated. It sort of reminding him of his grandfather, he too had a very imposing atmosphere that surrounded him and almost seemed to demand obedience and respect. Kano didn't notice the man standing in the corner right next to the door, he had been far too nervous to look around that much and, even if he had glanced over, the darkness was just enough to disguise Hunter from any casual observers.

Walking more into the middle of the room, he managed to say something to the Captain Commander, though was shocked by how much his lone voice echoed in the room, as if he were shouting in a library. But he steeled his nerves and continued talking, saying, "Um, I've never been to one of these, so where exactly do I stand?"

(Summary: Kano gets to the door of the captain's meeting room, gets nervous, walks in anyways, and asks where to stand. Doesn't notice Hunter is also in the room)

A tapping noise resounded throughout the first divisions hallway as the blue captain made his hurried way to the captain's meeting. The Hell Butterfly had intercepted his path and he had immediately altered his course to go to the meeting. These were not usually called on such short notice.

The tapping stopped as he reached the entrance to the hall which they would be having their super important meeting. He looked forward to it as they tended to be interesting when they were not scheduled. His huge grin on his face he stepped into the room arms wide open.

"Honey i'm home!" he yelled in a jovial tone, with a slight cackle right after it. After finishing his entrance he then tipped up his hat to look around the room properly, still with a grin he said, "Oh it is only you Sotaicho-sama, how lovely. We seem to have a newcomer here at the captain's meeting without our super white cape, he looks a little lost. Try and find a spot with a number on it from your division if not split it up between 2-7 or 8-13, then find a place.

Happy with himself he did a little jig into his position and stood there waiting, he hated being one of the first to these meetings it was no fun, at least he could enjoy the awkwardness. However one thing did change his big grin into a small smirk that was hidden beneath his straw hat. A man with an impressive spiritual pressure was standing in the room, in a place that was quite dark. It was hard to pick out around Tadashi's Reiatsu but it was there nonethless, but if he was here and not in plain sight Daizai knew it was for a reason, but he could have hidden better.

To try and help Daizai made a very subtle motion with his hand to try and signal the decrease of spiritual pressure, if he wanted to hide he would need to cover that up in the future.

Finally, people were starting to enter the meeting hall. The first entrant was Captain Daizai, who seemed to be in quite the good mood. Kano looked at him oddly as he entered the room and acted like the CC was his wife. Semi-amusing, Kano thought, though the main thing it did for him was relax him, happy to find a captain who didn't seem all serious like the Captain Commander was being.

Taking his advice, he soon noticed the small numbers etched into the floor, representing a spot for each division to stand. Finding the number 7, he stood behind it, standing up straight and waiting for the rest of the division Captains to arrive.

The next one to walk in was Captain Maria, a beauty with a not so hidden attitude, one that was broadcast to even Kano as she walked in with her right hand on her waist. However, she was respectful enough to bow to the captain, and took her place across from Kano as the Captain of Division 13.

Kano had to admit he liked the view he had, having such a beautiful Captain to stand across from him. He merely wished that she wasn't incredible uptight like some captains could be. Normally Kano would be smiling and goofing off, but given that he wasn't actually a Captain at a Captain's meeting made him shape up and be respectful and quiet, the opposite of his normal personality. But he didn't want to act like a fool or give reason for him to be removed from the meeting. Above all he didn't want to make Lucky look bad for making him represent the division in the Captain's meeting, and that was the main reason for his good behavior, even if it was the typical new person thing to do.

(Summary: Kano observes Captain Daizai and Maria enter, and muses on why he's acting the way he's acting)

The captain stands before his division after making the necessary adjustments. Not too long ago, he had arrived and checked in with his subordinates, also having assigned a few of the many underlings the task to unravel the mystery and objective of the recent disturbance in soul society. The captain clasps the grip of his Zanpakutou as he comes about to be deep in thought. But the rampant gaudy buzzing resonating across soul society was evidently an obstacle in his way. He couldn’t think clearly amidst this noise; without a doubt he could still ponder. This contemporary flustering process was brought to an end as a hell butterfly comes within his reach and delivers an urgent message to the captain.

A captain’s meeting being held while an invasion on soul society is in progress. The captain commander, as the actions currently executed by Him demonstrated, has a bizarre and capricious personality; not quite impulsive, but His calm front much like the purple-haired captain makes Him seem mysterious – unpredictable. The captain of the third division did not expect it, but had little to no decision on the matter. Of course, he could choose to continue his search on these troublemakers, but what good would that do? He was sure he wouldn’t find them without delay, and after he was unsuccessful in doing so, he would have to look toward to answering to the captain commander; the man was capable of many things.

The captain abandons all he did at the moment, like he usually did when the captain commander requests his presence, and navigates over to the place of meeting. In an act of respect, he uses brisk movements to get there, in order to be there in due time and not face the consequences and wrath of the captain commander. Did the captain commander even care about tardiness, especially considering situation at hand? The man was unpredictable and it was best for the captain to pursue the safe alternative, which he does, shown by his exploit of the flash step technique. He arrives at the first division headquarters in little time.

The echoes of sandals clattering against the wooden floor would be perceived by the ears of those within the chamber of where the Captain's Meeting would take place. Approaching from the exterior, the blank-faced Captain made his appearance. He stretches out his limbs as he attempts to relax his muscles. These stretches weren’t those long-standing dire ones, they were short-lived. He takes in a deep breath before exhaling and resuming his standard breathing. The captain enters the room and takes his position. A brief eye contact would be established with the captain commander, if the captain commander was to return the captain’s gaze. He immediately noticed the out of the ordinary in the meeting room, but paid little mind to it. If the captain commander had no problem with it, then he was in no position to do so.

Well, he wasn’t late... and now waiting for the other captains to arrive.

[In case you were wondering about the whole alarm thing, visit the following links:

https://bleachlife.rpg-board.net/the-seireitei-f44/a-psycho-is-born-t492.htm
https://bleachlife.rpg-board.net/the-seireitei-f44/get-over-err-you-t341-15.htm#3073 )

Yuki was the "new guy". The newest appointed Captain and as such no one really knew what to think of her. For Yuki, first impressions were everything, and as the new 2nd Division Captain, she decided earlier on that when she appeared places she would not make her presence known at first. It was simply a way to establish a picture of who she was in the minds of her comrades. So it was that when Yuki arrived at her first Captain's Meeting, she shunpoed into the room and seemed to quietly "appear" near Suo. There was no sound involved in her movement, it simply happened. She took a quick glance around the room, keeping composure while in the presence of people she had once called her superiors. It was strange to finally be one of the top shinigami but Yuki did not doubt for a moment that she would more than be able to handle her responsibilities. This was the first place she had gone since becoming a Captain though and had no time to issue orders to her division or even introduce herself to them. Well there would be time for all of that later on.

At the moment she was busy scrutinizing her fellow Captains, getting a first look at them before even talking to them. They each seemed to have their own calm and collected mannerism as far as she could tell. Each held a certain amount of confidence in themselves, all of them seemingly wanting to get started with the meeting. She said nothing though and if looked at would steadily meet the gaze of those that looked, unblinking. It was Yuki's way of having a little fun by seeing who there would become uncomfortable or not.

Open doors are the devil's favorite...

Making his way down the white hall as the king of the savannah, the bleeding shinigami laid his Zanpakuto to rest on his shoulders, blade running down the entire length of his backs. The psychotropich battle he had just been a part of with some old and dead captain of the 11th Division meant nothing for the type of action the beast wanted to produce right now. He wanted to go hard and deep into what one could call as the perfect animal, what he thought to be his imagination's creation just until years after joining the Seireitei as a full fledged Death God.
And he was a God, a giant walking among petty deities and others of the sort. Even though the guy respected and loved, there was still so much one could take to make what one finds to be right and bright. Things didn't go very well until now, but jibberish did the work and made the being be reborn as a lion and a beast and an animal and a monster and a divine aid for his lover.
Lover was the one that hid herself behind the white clothing of silly Taicho rank. He did not care, for the moment that was to come would proportion him with the drug needed to keep going, his favorite drug and friend. One that supported him through the times of D-Tox, but not like in the movie. Sylvester Stallone did a sucky movie that shouldn't be mentioned nor rewarded with anything but a slap to the face of that giant marsupial that had this odd accent and manboobs.
The Soul Reaper of Souls entered the room and saw all of them talking and talking. This was no time to talk, it was a time to act. Act mad, act crazy, act sexual.
He told all his thoughts to fuck off for the only things he believed in were Ryoku, the Bushido and his lust for that free spirit. His bloodied and scarred body was washed by rags of Fuman's white robe of sort. The shinigami's eyes focused on the woman with the indigo dress, if it was still an indigo dress, or maybe he was just imagining it. His heart raced at a thousand miles per second, not per hour because that's just too slow.

"Fuman is dead. I am the new Kenpaichi..." He stated, walking freely throughout the room and ignoring all until he reached that indigo dress wearing female who was no more than a personification of everything good there was about leaving chemicals and getting addicted to natural drugs such as the Perfect One.
He leaned forward and did not stop until his rough lips pressed against her soft flesh. His teeth now gripped the bottom lip of the woman and applied a passionate amount of pressure that could only be designated as fucking love or probably not that much. Maybe something terribly more powerful than he could imagine. Devotion and a pinch of lunacy. He was so high right now there was no sight of clouds or atmosphere or stars. He was in the edge of the Universe with the only soul he wanted so much. And that much was more than enough to start whatever he wanted to start.

The beast let out a dark smile as it took one step back, its Zanpakuto ascending towards the air and then falling in one powerful slashing motion. The woman's indigo dress was cut in half, along with any piece of clothing she was wearing. It was a clean cut, doing nothing to damage her perfect body and pure spirit. The brute shinigami ripped his own clothes to shreds and moved on an impulse, his body thrusting forward with a severe impact on the atmosphere around him.
The energy flowed from his body like cascading water. He stumbled upon the virgin's body, his deadly stare falling upon Maria's eyes. His momentum increased with every powerful impulse his feet took from the ground and, even before she could finish her sentence, the beast was already on top of hear, leaning his scarred flesh against her soft and warm body.
Her little hands, when connected with his chest, had set off a chain of reactions inside the shinigami's body that would lead him to the pursuit of this moment. He let his Zanpakuto be sheathed on his backs and followed that action by wrapping his arms around the female's thighs.
He pulled her up and spread her legs, forcing them around his waist. His revigorated youth throbbed as he stopped for a timeless moment to see her one last time as an unique essence of purity and divinity.
His own essence starved to be inside her, for it was all that mattered to him in that instant.
He guessed that he'd be beside her no matter how hard he fell. He was so lost yet he could find her. And it didn't matter how deep the womb was, for the beast was now inside of her in one single piercing motion, his left arm supporting her light form with the strength of a lion. The Death God of Souls found it so intriguing for the female to let this brute beast dessecrate her body. It was as if she wanted him as much, but he couldn't understand the connection.
The Shinigami known as Rekkan did not want to lose himself to the faint possibility of having his love being corresponded. In fact, he simply focused on releasing the energy of his entire feeling into her, one thrust after the other.
The clarity that invaded his soul was in such a way devastating that he though he would die on the spot. But it did not happen. Instead, Rekkan's desire grew further... He wanted more.

In her moment of shock, heart hammering within her chest, pounding loudly in her ears. She caught the glance of the dark smile on the shinigami's lips, watching him grab his own zanpaktou. Has she angered him? She grabbed her fan at her side, parting her lips to release her own zanpaktou before she saw the blade fall down, cutting her. She flinched momentarily as she panicked for a couple moments before shivering once. Glancing down, she had noticed her body was now revealed, her blush deepening to a rose hue as she dropped the fan at her side, her own virgin mind now being stolen, the first step. Just as the fan came into impact onto the ground, she felt the beast's body against her's, she was falling.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips as her back landed onto the ground, followed by a small whimper by the innocent captain. Her aquamarine gaze lifted up, to meet the male's own gaze. She squirmed slightly after she had finished her question, feeling his body against her bare one. Her heart picked up speed, possibly because she was frightened. She was sure that the male against her could feel those fluttering heartbeats of her's. As she glanced down, she saw his own arms wrap around her thighs, another whimper escaping her lips as she glanced back up at the male. She was confused. Did she do something to deserve this? Was Fate punishing her for her prideful actions?

As her body was pulled upwards, and her legs forced wrap around his waist, a more fearful gaze awakened in her aquamarine irises, her rose colored lips parting, "N-no.. D-don't do that..." Just as she finished her sentence, her back arched suddenly, her eyes closing tightly as a pained sound escaped her lips. His arm was supporting her back as she arched it, as she began to whimper in pain. She sank her nails into the palm of her hands as tears gathered up behind the girl's closed eyes, a sharp pain being ignited within her petite body. However, it did not stop there. The girl's virginity was stolen by this male, the brute beast who had appeared out of nowhere.

A single tear slid down her rose tinted cheeks, small whimpers still escaping her lips as he began to move within her body, the pain still screaming in her mind that slowly died down.

And thus the captains would slowly arrive. As expected, some noticed the man in the corner, but that was fine. It was too dark in the pretty corner to recognize him so a surprise could still be enacted. Four captains had shown up. That of the Fifth, that of the Thirteenth, that of the Third, and that of the second. He had been waiting for a while and only four captains can show up? Well, the new decrees about to be handed out by Central 46 will help up attendance.

There would be nothing out of the ordinary about their entrances, Daizai's being random, Maria's french, Suo's silent, but a gaze shared between them indicating their mutual respect, and Yuki's was flashy, yet silent. He was a bit perturbed that more captains hadn't shown, but willing to wait a little longer. It wouldn't be long before another captain would show up, that of...Hrm. He doesn't recognize him. The Haori is Fuman's, and appears to have blood on it, so it's not too hard to figure out what happened. The eleventh had been killed or beaten, a new rising to take his place. He wouldn't aim for his spot however, somehow aiming for that of Maria's and then.. A kiss. He'd raise his eyebrow, resisting a chuckle. It was rather a musing, He was mildly hoping she'd slap him. But it'd escalate quickly, do to Maria's inaction. Despicable, not only the actions of the soon to be thwarted rapist, or of the woman who refuses to defend herself.

Moving faster than anyone in the room would be able to see, his sword would be drawn, mid-shunpo, and cleaving. Unlike the sword of the new captain, his would aim to hit flesh, and due to the lustful concentration of the new captain it most likely would, and if it did, it would be slicing deep into flesh and bone even as Maria's clothing fell to the floor. The actions of the Sotaicho would spray the girl with blood, though that's probably less traumatic then what was about to happen. His powerful arm would drive the blade deep, all the way to Rekkan's right hip from it's entrance at his left shoulder, nearly bifurcating the man but instead getting his sword halted finally by the hip bone. His own lust would prove to be the blade in his back, figurative to Tadashii's own real katana, firmly held by two hands.

He would pull his blade back, out of the now falling man's body. He'd be most likely dead, and even if he wasn't he'd be unable to move. The Sotaicho's eyes, their jade hue now cold, would fall upon Maria, though the words which are about to fall from his lips may be colder. A man raises his blade at you and you stand there like a stunned deer? Pick up your things and leave. We will discuss you keeping your rank at a later time.

The indigo dress floated down towards the floor as a sword was drawn, its blade grinding out of the scabbard with aggression and violence.
The woman's naked body was a vision to the obsessed shinigami, but the presence that stood before him was more important than anything. The sotaicho's sealed Zanpakuto was flying through the air in a downward motion, its cutting edge ripping through the atmosphere in a perfect cut. It was getting dangerously close to the flesh of the death god, most likely going to torn him apart not too soon nor too late.
He stood motionless for that moment that decides everything, remembering his afterlife ever since the moment he met that soul reaper in the Living World. The spiritual pressure that man emanated was not as grand as the Captain Commander's, but it was more valorful and courageous.
How cowardly it was to attack a fellow warrior from behind. Ryoku roared from the inside of His Zanpakuto, trying to convince his companion into releasing him. But Rekkan was not the same as his former self in the Living World. No, he chose the virtuous path of the Bushido.
His backs arched forward, feet pushing the body to the left. Tadashii's blade would cut, but not the flesh and much less the bone.
Rekkan could feel the edge of his opponent's Zanpakuto slicing through strings of hair above him. He looked right through the corner of his eyes, noticing how his opponent's blade was marching towards nothing. His left foot stomped the ground and carried the entire body to turn to the right. The muscles on Rekkan's left thigh tightened, demonstrating the force that the turn needed to be completed.

Rekkan's Zanpakuto rose up from its position, inches away from the ground, and climbed up the stairs of wind. The shinigami's right foot slid in harmony with his body's turn, landing in front of the death god as the upwards slash was being carried out.
The Sotaicho's defense was wide open. His entire body was turned to the right due to the power of his failed slash, leaving the left unguarded.
It would be a nice cut, but not enough to cut through bone, nor pierce flesh that hard. Rekkan was merely using his right arm to perform the swing, and he knew that he did not have the strength to unleash a deadly blow. No, his blade would slice through the first layers of Tadashii's flesh if it was ever able to touch him. That object made of spiritual energy would cut from the left side of the waist up to the left armpit of the Sotaicho, exiting from the rear. It would cause enough pain and create a gap big enough for blood to gash out from the wound with an average level of seriousness.

"I can see why Fuman died. You strays can't fight with honor." Growled Rekkan, holding a relaxed grip on Ryoku with his right hand as his left forearm was in front of him at the level of his left shoulder. "As long as there is no honor, the Seireitei is doomed to be a citadel of hipocrisy and ignorance."

((Rekkan, are you high?

There is literally no way for you to dodge it, and the actions you posted, even if you had done them fast enough, wouldn't have saved you. You've mentioned several times your fixation upon Maria, even in the post in which you dodged. Thus, you wouldn't have noticed me, even if I had stood up and walked normally. But I didn't. It was a shunpo attacked, the blade drawn and hacked in mid shunpo. You basically had a split second which there is no way you could have exploited, because you were fixated on Maria. As for your dodge, The way it's worded, it seems as if you seem to think my attack is horizontal..It's diagonal, buddy. Even if you had managed to lean forward, my blade would have cut into your body, possibly not at your shoulder, but still into it.

So basically, you failed. Sorry mate. Next time, try making your first post not raping someone in the middle of a captains meeting.))

The blade would hit as intended, slicing through flesh and bone, fueled by the outrage of the man. A criminal must be struck down, and stripped of whatever perverted sense of honor he might have. A criminal doesn't deserve to face his killer, as he has lost his honor, he doesn't deserve to be fought with honor. Thus, the newest Kenpachi would be struck down in the same day he acquired the title, killed by his own lust, by his lack of honor, and his ignorance and hypocrisy.

Tadashii would pull his blade back, out of the now falling naked man's body. He'd be most likely dead, and even if he wasn't he'd be unable to move. The Sotaicho's eyes, their jade hue now cold, would fall upon Maria, though the words which are about to fall from his lips may be colder. A man raises his blade at you and you stand there like a stunned deer? Pick up your things and leave. We will discuss you keeping your rank at a later time.

((Oh and, Izanagi agrees.))

[OOC: LMFAO; hence why I bend my knees and move left. Your attack is from left to right, from the shoulder to the thigh. I arch my torso forward, meaning it would hit my back and follow down to my right hip. However, I also motion left, having your blade simply slice through a small part of my hair.

Don't come with the bullshit that my fixation in Maria is so strong I can't realize a Captain Commander who did not suppress his Reiatsu at all came up behind me, even with the speed of a shunpo. The shunpo only made you appear behind me, you did not move your arms in the speed of shunpo.

NOTE FOR IDIOTS: Shunpo literally means "Flash Step". Considering this, speed is only enhanced in the legs, not arms. Look at any anime episode or read any manga chapter. No one has ever moved his/her arms with the speed of a flash step because flash "step" is a fast "step". Step = Movement of your feet.

My dodge is rational and logic. Your dumbness isn't. It seems you read like a noob and and edit like an admin idiot.

Yes, I have my own share of information. Don't deny it, hoe. Now post accordingly.]

((If you guys really want to take this further, I suggest visiting the OCC area. There we can make a judgment and deal with this))

((So, the issue has been resolved. Rekkans dodge is completely void, my hit hit as I described. Continue on with this posting order.

Maria
Dazai
Yuki
Hunter
Tanaka
Me

Sound good? Good.))

She backed away. Step by step. Moving further away from what had happened, only to remember that the now fallen male had sliced her dress off. Eyes narrowing, she wrapped her Captains Robe around her nude body, her vision becoming blurred momentarily as she heard the words of that blasted Captain Commander. Her fan in her right hand, she did not speak a word, but what she did was stupid for herself as well as quite brave at the same time, she had glared at the man, directly at his eyes. Her once calm aquamarine hued optics that glittered and shimmered within the light now had a burning flame of hatred, that also flickered dangerously within her soul.

Her gaze fixating on his, she slowly bent down, grabbing the cut indigo dress before she flashed him a nasty grin of some sort. A mysterious one at that, one could conclude. "You do not need to speak to me of my rank, Monsieur Captain Commander. Au revior," Maria simply stated as she turned on her right heel, her golden locks of hair bouncing with every step as she silently left the meeting hall. Within her mind a plan already began to bubble up, almost tipping over the edge, similar to boiling water. The hatred that was now burned deep within her soul could not make anyone change her decision. Her decision was her's, and her's alone.

So. The once caged bird left.

[Exit]

Watching all the events unfold, the captain kept to himself. He did not even bother to move or react physically to the situation at hand. Mentally, he did so. His mind was at work. His lips remained sealed. There was a disturbance amongst the captains... that was clearly visible. All this was the cause of what? A small invasion? This was just down-right absurd. The snobbish female captain took her leave. She too, he assumed, would be dead soon. One life had been lost and another immediately. The irony in all this... amusing was sufficient enough for the whole situation. He glanced to the captain commander. It was not time for chit-chat... the meeting needed to move on and be over with.

[Sorry Tadashii... couldn't be bothered to type out a well-planned post. I'll make up for it. :] )

She was tense, such a dissent among the upper echelon of the Soul Society was unheard of. Captains should not be fighting other Captains for senseless reasons. Captains are the main military force the Soul Society has and killing each other senselessly only weakened them. Instead of standing together, they simply seemed divided. Not one, but two Captain class shinigami had been struck down in one day and it seemed that they were about to lose another as Yuki watched the woman walk out of the room. Her hand was on the hilt of her zanpaktou ready to be drawn on a moments notice, with all the tension in the room Yuki wasn't sure she wouldn't have to use it. She too glanced at the Captian Commander weary already of what was happening on her first few days as Captain. The events of the past few seconds were strange, unexpected and above all unwanted. She fully sheathed her sword and frowned questioning the choices that had been made. It was a steady downhill turn of events and yet here there were in a meeting where no work was actually being done. This was a time for action, not talk. Yuki became ever more frustrated by the second and the longer she stood there the more she wanted to leave and attend to her division. Instead she continued to look around and gauge the reactions of the few other Captains in the room.

The blue haired captain did nothing during the whole ordeal. None of it was out of control of their captain commander, plus the Sotaicho's reaction to it had been a split second before his own, so he could not have done anything even if he had wanted to. His loopy grin sat on his face as he crossed his arms watching the apparently new captain fall already. Trash. Not worth their title or perhaps just tired from his earlier fight.

The atttempted rape also matttered little to him, despite him knowing that it was wrong and such but she had done nothing to stop him, the so called captain had the power to oppose him yet she stood there. Although the loony blue hair did admire his taste in women there was a time and place for it. Plus the only woman he ever needed in his life was his beloved Mo Fubuki who was hanging gracefuly around his waist in the form of two beautiful wakizashi.

After the offended captain left Daizai then clapped to his Sotaicho, his smile ever-present. He tried to break the tension in the room with his friendliest feel to his reiatsu which was only being a restricted enough to save him from Tadashi's Reiatsu.

"Very good show Sotaicho-sama, I guess that we will be needing another 11th division captain. They will be so dissapointed when they learn that they can not fight for their title of 'Kenpachi'. Unless you decide to take it of course." he jovially announced to everyone in the room countinuing with his happy tone in the still faint hint of an english accent, "Perhaps with all trivialities asside, we need to get down to the serious matter at hand?"