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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Although directly connected to <a href="http://www.mangaden.net/forum/showthread.php?38190-Week-296-Waking-Up-Routine" target="_blank" class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/xf/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.mangaden.net%2Fforum%2Fshowthread.php%3F38190-Week-296-Waking-Up-Routine&hash=9856f02336532b56e649a20ed8914532" rel="nofollow noopener">this</a>, this is a funny incident for Ole to meet as many shinigami as possible and viceversa.</div>
This is not how he had expected to be received from his fellow brothers at arms or how he had expected to start his first day back as a shinigami. Higonyuudou, one of the Four Great Seireimon Gatekeepers, was being adamant about nothing more than a quibble and even a bit irrational when all is said and done. It was true that Ole was temporarily not in possess of the document that stated that he had been re-allocated as a shinigami in the Eighth Division, but not allowing him free passage inside Seireitei was a notch going overboard.<br />
“As I told you,” the grey-eyed Soul Reaper repeated, “I just had a bit of a glitch with pickpockets on the way here. That’s why I don’t have that document with me...”<br />
“I can hear you pretty well, soul,” the giant gatekeeper consented, “but how could I believe that a noble shinigami could let himself be robbed by mere Rokungai thieves?”<br />
“You would be astonished by what they are capable of,” Ole commented sourly, “and, moreover, they are friends...”<br />
“You, who consort with thieves and robbers,” Higonyuudou thundered, “how could I possibly believe your words and grant you passage through the Red Hollow Gate of the South?”<br />
“Don’t you see that I’m dressed in a shihakusho?” the former monk pointed out, “how could I possibly have one?”<br />
“Robbers and thieves don’t need much to obtain the required disguise of their trade,” the humongous gatekeeper said with iron determination.<br />
The future spellwaiver gave that some thought. He could see the aforementioned gang of pilferers just around the corner of a building, waving the loot of their wrongdoing and making faces. Even though he would have felt an incredibly childish joy, Ole reflected that unleashing the gargantuan gatekeeper on some malnourished kids from outer Rokungai would not be good for his karma. On the other hand, they would just run like hell now and he would need a lot of time to flush them out. That was a leisure that he could not afford, if he was to reach the Headquarters of his new Division on time.<br />
A voice called out, running a distance behind Ole, running towards the former monk and the giant. The voice became a figure and the figure became a female. A female from the Eighth, and proud of it as she'd often say. Nevada Tegishahara finally stopped, screeching to a halt just before colliding with the titan of a Gatekeeper's toe. Thank god. She didn't want to be cleaning giant toe jam from her lovely blonde locks for the next week.
"It's okay, Mr. Giant, he's one of us. You are a new recruit, right?" the young blonde asked in a hushed voice towards Ole. She was simply assuming that the two were arguing about the former monk not being allowed, and the blonde even further assumed he was part of the batch of new shinigami recruits having misplaced his papers.
<div class="bbWrapper">The giant regarded the female shinigami with interest, but shook his head in disagreement.<br />
“I’m sorry young lady,” Higonyuudou bellowed from high above the ground, “I do respect your post, but unless you know this man in person, I cannot allow him to pass.” To underline that statement, the gatekeeper crossed his huge arms on his chest, before commenting, “And you do not.”<br />
Ole shook his head in turn. His brain was momentarily blank, and it was not producing any useful plan to solve the issue at hand. In an effort to give it a break, the mathematician turned towards the new arrival, considering her for a moment. Blonde and pretty, the female shinigami was quite young, at least in appearance. The Russian could not recognize any symbol of power or authority, yet it was with a certain surprise that he realized that the girl was a spellbinder as he had become recently.<br />
At the same time, though, as he momentarily narrowed his eye in an involuntarily nervous contraction, his mind gave him a virtual tug, <i>Why exactly is she so eager to help out? She doesn’t know me.</i> Nonetheless, a more logic part of his head battled with his snake cortex and subdued it. Higher functions were still in charge.<br />
“I thank you very much,” Ole said with a bow, “but it seems that the colossus is not going to desist so easily...” Then, after a second he realized something and added, “I haven’t presented myself. My name is Ole Bishoff, new addition to the Eighth Division.”<br />
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The voice rang out from high above the little gathering, but there appeared to be no one there. Not a single entity inhabited the skies above their heads, save for a brilliantly colored falcon with feathers of ebony and ivory. A raptor's cry sounded above them as the beast suddenly plunged downward at a speed only achievable by a peregrine falcon. In the blink of an eye, the beast was flaring its wings to bring it to a screeching halt in front of the guardian. Its stormy grey eyes fixed the giant with a look of great intensity.
"You there!" the strangely-colored bird of prey boomed toward the guardian before roosting on the ground before him. Hoping that the two junior shinigami had strong stomachs, the Mystic began his transformation back into humanoid form.
The thin legs of the bird began to thicken and elongate, gaining a distinctly more human shape. Its wings lengthened and the feathers joined together, creating skin and then sprouting fingers from the tips. The small head of the eagle grew and shifted, sprouting an afro before its face began to change into that of a more humanoid appearance. A tattoo composed of granite flecks decorated his neck with the shape of a sixteenth note.
This Taidan, the signature visual cue of the Mystics, could only be acquired from the Captain of the Tenth herself. It was the reason that no Mystic ever bothered carrying identification; that mark served as the only identification they would ever need during their time in the Tenth.
"This is Toride Satoru, Fourth Seat of the Tenth Division," he said to the hulking man in a voice that held both an amused curiosity and a pointed authority. "I heard the entire exchange on my way back to Sereitei, and I do know them personally. Nevada Tegishihara is a sibling of my subordinate, Ren Tegishihara of the Tenth. Will you continue to stand in their way or should I notify the higher-ups?"
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Satoru was using Animagus, which allows the user to transform into a preset animal form. Peregrine falcons have incredibly keen sense (save for taste and smell). You lucked out! Satoru was on a flight for fun and he noticed the little squabble between you three. Do with that what you will!
Another shinigami noticed the ruckus, particularly the falcon. Coming to stand next to Satoru, a thin shinigami with dark purple cat ears spoke up. "Hello, Gatekeeper-san!" Looking around, she noticed the two unfamiliar faces. "Oh, are you new spellblades?" She asked. "I'm Pierce Adele, Tenth Seat of the Tenth Division. It's a pleasure to meet you both, what are your names?"
The young woman didn't appear very powerful. She had a slender figure, large blue eyes that contrasted with her brown skin, and an innocent look about her that implied she wouldn't (or couldn't) harm a fly. Even her reiatsu signature didn't feel very strong since she kept it neatly compressed. Despite her appearance, she was not only the Tenth Seat of her division, but a noble as well.
The emerald eyed Spellblade offered a soft smile to the one eyed monk. She truly wished to help him, but it seemed that not knowing him was keeping Nevada from helping him past the gargantuan guardian. She opened her mouth to introduce herself, only to clap her hands over her ears at the loud cry of the falcon. When it landed before them, it spoke. And more than that, the falcon also started it's grotesque transformation. A sickened 'bluh' came from the blonde woman as she turned her head to the side.
When the afro'd shinigami admitted to knowing the blonde's sister, she chimed in, grabbing at his shoulder.
"You know Ren?" she asked with a great smile, proud that her sister was known by someone of higher rank. And someone else was there too? Adele Pierce, the noblewoman friend of Ren, was there as well, perhaps accompanying the Fourth Seated Mystic. She offered another joyful grin, speaking with confidence to answer Adele and her one eyed squadmate. "I'm Nevada Tegishahara! Unseated member of the Eighth Division!"
<div class="bbWrapper">Ole had covered his head when the falcon had arrived. Not for fear of the animal <i>per se</i>, but it had seemed a bad omen enough. It had been with a mixture of awe and a certain sense of nausea that the Russian had observed the bird of prey transform into the humanoid form of a shinigami. <i>What the fuck!</i> he had simply commented in his mind. It was clear that Fourth Seats possessed something more than air in their body.<br />
The blonde mathematician had started contemplating that afro man, when another cuter shinigami appeared out of nowhere. She had a posture and a bearing that Ole remembered from somewhere else, but could not narrow down his memories to a single person or event. <br />
“Thank you very much for you helpfulness, Satoru-san,” the Russian said, bowing stiffly, with a smile that did not touch his eye. “Goodmorning, Adele Pierce,” he continued, turning to the other Soul Reaper, “my name is Ole Bischoff, and I’ve been just re-assigned to active duty.”<br />
“Oh my,” the colossus exclaimed, smiling a naughty childish smile, “I’m offered no choice, then. Fourth Seat, I think that if you are so eager, it is your duty to escort this uncommon recruit to his Headquarters.”<br />
That said, with incredible grace for such a gargantuan figure, the gatekeeper stepped aside. Hence, applying his body strength as a whole to the Red Hollow Gate itself, opened it without a grunt. <br />
“You have been granted passage, punk,” Higonyuudou bellowed, “now, begone!”<br />
The spellbinder looked curious towards the rest of the small crowd that had gathered there.<br />
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Ren... Tegishahara? I've never heard of that name. I've heard of Adele, but Adele Pierce? That's something new.
It was with the aid of Phantom Walker that she was able to follow Satoru's reiatsu signature this far. Why she had come to follow the bitter officer, she didn't know. Then again, she was able to train her new feat and come to catch a few tidbits of information.
Now, if Satoru flew overhead and she walked, how did she come to hear them? Through the small door in the gate, which, due to the distraction by this commotion, had been easily missed. She was supposed to go through, but then, someone was bound to notice if it suddenly opened and closed without anyone coming either in or out, so she settled on leaving it ajar, her back comfortably pressed against the smooth surface of this massive sekkiseki wall. It was perhaps then that the effects of Glass Veil disappeared, revealing her presence that lingered beyond.
...For a short while, at least.
A small, muffled yelp escaped her lips out of sheer surprise, feeling the smooth surface shift at her back. Her body seemingly moved by itself, leaping forward to detach herself from the enormous construct. And when she turned on her heel, it was then that she found herself facing the crowd that had gathered outside.
"Hi there!" she spoke cheerfully, accompanied by a small wave. "And oh! Toride-san. Fancy seeing you here~" As if I didn't really know you were here~
And while the familiar flare of her reiatsu gave out her identity to Toride, the panda head costume she donned definitely didn't-- at least for those who didn't know her.
A certain spiky-headed spellblade by the name of Miyazaki, had been lying on top of the hollow gate, hoping to get some sleep before he went to wait for Adele's training. Sadly however he wouldn't get much, due to the unsettling sensation of the ground moving beneath him. So the mage ended up falling from his high perch, and into the large group of people below, bouncing off the gatekeepers head, and then landing abruptly on the hard ground.
The impact shook him back into consciousness, though his mind had not quite caught up with his body yet. Hikaru looked around at the colorful cast of people surrounding him, Adele the nekogami, some chic who looked like Ren, a one-eyed pirate monk thing, and the afro'd Satoru, "Whab thu hellb ib dis," The drowsy mage asked rather loudly as he slowly rose to his feet, "Wherb amb I?"
Adele nodded at the new shinigamis' introductions. "Welcome to the Gotei Thirteen, Bischoffe-san!" She smiled. Then she addressed Nevada, "Oh, you must be Ren-chan's sister, it's nice to meet you Nevada-san. If you're in the Eighth have you met my apprentice-" speak of the devil and the devil will appear. Adele looked down at her apprentice, who had fallen from the sky right before she could mention his name, "Miyazaki Hikaru-kun...." How embarrassing.
"Miyazaki..." The nekogami began, a hint of irritation in her tone, "don't swear publicly, especially not in front of strangers! It's uncouth. And please do stand up. You're getting dirt all over yourself and in your current state, it will be impossible to appear to have any semblance of poise while covered in dust," she chided, though in a polite manner. If they weren't in public, she might have smacked the boy.
Why me? The lady Mystic thought plaintively before her Taidan pulsed. Satoru-kun, is this how you felt when you first began instructing me? I haven't even begun the first training session with Miyazaki and I already feel like he's a handful.
Suddenly, two more lovely people showed up. One, dressed in a panda outfit? What? And the other was just ever so gracefully falling from the top of the gate the two Spellblades were trying to gain access through. The blonde Tegishahara simply blinked. She paid little attention to the ever so elegant Hikaru, giving the mysterious panda person all the attention she could muster. Which wasn't much, but she still had the right to stare like a peeping tom.
"Panda!" she cried out before running up to the Mystic, hugging the stuffing from their costume and possibly the nonexistent life from their body.
Then, Adele mentioned Ren. The blonde gave the nekogami a bit of attention before nodding her head excitedly. A lot of people knew her sister? What good luck! The sibling bowed her head before speaking to the Mystic, Adele, a tone of pride in her sister coming to fruition.
"Yep! The mysterious masked Mystic is my big sibling! You know Ren too, Adele-cha-" her words were cut off when Adele chided her apparent apprentice in front of everyone. Talk about embarassing. The group, panda costumed and all, was quite a show to watch. She only hoped their chatting and introductions weren't testing the patience of Mr. Giant, as he may have closed the gate on the crowd. "Ole-kun, we hafta go get you to the Eighth! Or to a place to get your paperwork. I think Kago-taichou might have your paperwork actually. Maybe he knows all about you. Ooh, that's cool and creepy at the same time!"
Someone, please, get the ductape out for this woman's mouth.
The graceful mage quickly rose from his position on the ground, and stood at military attention staring straight ahead at his bossy superior, She has every right to be bossy, you look like an idiot, the boy's black zanpakutou chided not so gently, If I were flesh I'd slap you myself!
Oh shut up, I've already got Adele-chan riding me. There's only enough for one of you, and she hasn't gotten off yet. the stiff mage growled, "Aye aye, captain" he yawned.Then the giant panda behind him caught his eye when, the blonde girl tackled it. Hm, she looks a lot like Ren-chan, I wonder if they're related... and where the hell did that panda come from?
<div class="bbWrapper">How lively the scene had become! Ole was quite astonished about the fact. Moreover, it seemed that the stronger you were, the weirder you became. <i>Am I sure I want to be a part of this?</i> the mathematician pondered, <i>again</i>? Looking at the serene almost friendly faces of all the other shinigami and how they had stood up for him, he decided that it would not be that bad if he could share something like that bond with as many comrades as possible. <br />
Considering the panda-costumed Soul Reaper, the Russian did not know if it was better to be worried or amused. Nonetheless, it bowed to this new arrival with the same chivalrous approach as ever, “It is a pleasure to meet you too, my name is Ole Bishoff.” And straightening up, he added, “I hope it is not a too personal question, but... why the costume?”<br />
Maybe that much had to be paid off to karma, for a meteor just rammed down between them, Ole almost getting caught in the impact. Reality was quite less dramatic, since the unidentified fallen object was nothing more another drowsy shinigami. “Are you a member of the Eighth Division as well, da?” the one-eyed spellbinder asked, hoping that not all his closest companions were that clumsy. Even the gatekeeper was chuckling under his breath, which was almost like a full-throttle engine of the Second World War.<br />
“Yes, Nevada,” the spellweaver commented, smiling in turn, “we’ll need to get going sooner or later...”<br />
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The raven haired boy turned and faced his comrade, "Yeah, I'm eighth, what are you?" Hikaru asked twisting his dark blue highlights between his fingers, "Another tenth division spell weaver or something, you certainly look the part."
Hikaru turned to face the young monk, taking in his features he committed them to memory, I might have to ask a favor of him sometime, and it'd be rude to forget him. "I'm Miyazaki Hikaru, but my friends call me Hikaru."
Then turning to the girl and panda from earlier the young looking mage rubbed his chin and asked,"You look like a friend of mine," he gestured to his hair, "Are you related to Ren-chan somehow?"
The spellblade blonde grinned wide, turning to Hikaru with a wide ear to ear smile. So he was the infamous Hikaru Miyazaki. The one Ren talked about often enough and trained with just as much. Sometimes the gossip about Hikaru was praise, sometimes it was the very opposite. But the blonde knew Hikaru well despite having never met him.
She ran a hand through a handful of her own straight blonde locks, releasing the pandagami, Yuurei, from her grasp at the same time. "Yeah. Ren's my big sister. She joined the Gotei Thirteen because of me, of course! I never knew we looked similar though. She has black hair, right, or is that another illusion?" the Japanese-American allowed a look of deep thought and curiosity to crawl onto her features. Then that went away faster than Nana Amateratsu's shunpo. The blonde smiled, remembering her manners that Ren taught her.
The blonde offered a bow, walking between the nekogami and her protogé to very 'gently' hug the holy hell from Hikaru's body. "You're Hikaru-kun, I guess. Ren told me about you and how goofy you are. And how weird. And how perverted. And..." the list of Hikaru's bad points went on for a brief moment, "but she tells me you're a good friend despite all that stuff. Keep being a good friend to my big sister."
With the words coming from her mouth like an endless waterfall, the Spellblade nearly forgot the purpose of staying here for so long. To get the new one-eyed man to the Eighth. "Ole-kun, ready to go?" she asked in a sort of hurried tone. They didn't have to go so soon, but she figured with all the people and panda costumed people being in the same place, Ole would have been happy to go to his new home.
The spiky headed mage was surprised by the strength the girl held in her small body especially with such a small spiritual pressure, and he remembered a recent time when his spiritual pressure was that small.Though thinking without air was difficult, and the boy was quickly running out. As Hikaru's face began steadily turning a dangerously dark shade of blue he managed to choke out, "Air! Can't- breathe..."
The boy's zanpakutou cackled with laughter, inside her gloomy realm resounding loud and clear through his oxygen deprived brain. Oh, I do believe I'm enjoying myself too much maybe, the wavy-haired, woman said wiping tears from her eyes, Laughter would be wrong in this situation. Though the choking mage could feel her holding back laughter.
"Oh hey, um... Nevada? Yeah. I'm sorry for my unseemly outfit. It's just because my zanpakutou gave me a queer challenge.I have to wear this around for at least a few more days," she replied to the Russian spellblade, patting the enormous lump of furry cloth wrapped around her head.
"She said she wants me to be like her, or something. I told her she was cute and all, but she asked me, 'What's the point of being cute when it's hard to move around?'. I kinda get that point now, but it's still fun being a panda. But then again, a costume is definitely harder on the body that having to move with your original bulky body, so... isn't this kinda cheating?" A hearty laugh followed her speech as she walked side by side with the other shinigami. Oh, it was fun, having a long walk with other people. When was the last time she did it anyway?
Shut up, Yuurei! The panda chided in her head, almost in a tone that the mystic visualized her zanpakutou spirit smacking her on the head, if it was ever physically there.
"But you really are cheating with this!' she whined back to the spirit.
<div class="bbWrapper">Although he would have liked to enjoy that moment of gathering some more, Ole knew that he had already been stalled more than acceptable. The time of his rendezvous was quite vague, yet he was going to get to his Captain’s office late if he did not get a move. In his mind, he rated weirdest of the weird the panda-chick, followed by a single measure by his young comrade in the Eighth Division. He hoped he was going to see them again shortly, but he tried to get as much details as possible about them with his good eye nonetheless.<br />
“Yeah, Nevada, I’m almost ready,” the blonde mathematician replied to his female companion. “I hope I’m going to see you all again, guys,” he said bowing in the general direction of the rest of the crowd, “and girls...”<br />
“Hikaru, why don’t we put up a little show in the near future?” he asked with a certain thrill in his voice, “that might be fun... I’ll see you at the Headquarters, anyway.”<br />
“Adele, I’d like to talk more about you and your Division,” the Russian pointed out, turning toward the Mystic, “last time I was around, the Tenth was of a different sort.”<br />
“Satoru-san, thank you very much for your intervention,” Ole thanked, bowing more deeply and grinning, “I hope we will have an exchange of opinions in the next future...”<br />
“Panda-san, I’ve not gotten your name,” the one-eyed shinigami commented, “but I hope we will be able to see again soon.”<br />
“Mister Gatekeeper, goodbye,” the spellbinder shouted in the direction of the head of the colossus above them, “next time, you should not be as stubborn and unreasonable as you have been this time... You could never know who is dressing in a sheep’s skin!”<br />
Another bow to the assembled congregation and then he courteously gestured Nevada to accompany him through the gate and towards his new home. There was a sense of accomplishment in that which was pretty inexplicable, but was still a very satisfying feeling.<br />
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The spellswordstress giggled at the chivalrous gesture from the single eyed monk, following side by side with him. Suddenly, she turned around and ran back quickly to the group and offered an excited wave to the group with both arms flailing about. "It was nice to meet you all, especially you, Panda-chan!" she called out, pointing out the weirdest of them all being the panda costume wearing Yuurei. She turned on her heel and ran back to the newest spellblade, accompanying him to the Eighth to meet the captain the two would serve under.
The Mystic retained his seemingly jovial aura, but remained uncharacteristically silent during the encounter. A little known fact about Satoru was that groups of people troubled him immensely. He was not necessarily antisocial, but his curiosity always made him try and figure out how people worked. It was hard enough trying to break down the personality and motivations of one person at a time, but having so many stimuli (or people, as he supposed they were called) in one area was challenging to ignore. Adele was a known quantity and so was and Hikaru, but Ren, Ole, the Gatekeeper, the younger Tegishihara, and the ever-elusive Yuurei were all unknowns.
Why was Ole stuck outside the gate? Spellswords usually didn't run patrols, as that was the job of the Thirteenth.
Why was Yuurei decidedly visible for once? And wearing an incredibly confusing animal-theme costume to boot!
Why was Adele berating Hikaru as if she were his trainer? That was supposed to be his job.
What was Ren's sister doing here? He'd normally only seen her buzzing about the Tenth during the last week or so to bug Ren.
The Mystic simply shook his head at the mass of social interaction while hanging at the back of the pack. If he ever thought that he was bored before, it seemed this new crop of soul reapers would be keeping him busy with new questions. It didn't help that there was still one that went unresolved. He knew that he was destined to have a true conversation with Yuurei, but today was not that day. He remained silent to avoid giving his conflicted emotions the slightest avenue of expression.
Instead, his attention refocused on Ole. The spellsword was right about one thing, after all.
"An exchange of opinions sounds like fun!" he responded.
With an amused smirk, he diverted his eyes toward Hikaru for a short moment as he said, "I haven't talked to a competent Enchanted Blade before."
It was then that he vanished, both in sight and in spirit.