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Setting:

The room is dingy, and dark, with only computer screens lighting up the place and a few lamps scattered willy nilly. Tables litter the research laboratory, and papers are found all over the place in stacks. There are coat hangers around the lab stations, each with lab coats and googles. They make people look so professional and that's hot.

Not many people can tell how large the research laboratory is, or how deep underground it goes. "Rumors fuel the imagination" The squad captain states with a amused grin on her face. Obviously, it would be a large laboratory to accommodate the many members of squad twelve, right?

It really doesn't have a welcoming feeling for those who are visiting. There are seriously way better places than the lab to tour. Just saying. The members even made it easier to just leave a letter at the door and leave, with the box propped up near the entrance that says INBOX in big letters.

The captain has a separate room to do her own experimentation, no duh. The black door is always locked. Inside, there is a large, heavy looking table in the middle of the room which takes up most of the space, and a black leather sofa is placed right against the wall in attempt to preserve room. A bookcase right beside the sofa, with little books on the shelves as the books are all over the floor. Paperwork and other papers find themselves lying down next to their leather-bound cousins. It was like a tornado wreaked the place. She doesn't have the time to organize.

Dorobo paraded down a small causeway, before finding himself at the door. He hummed a small tune, light and airy to it's core. After having finished the s**t Division Three had to do, Dorobo had of course decided to go a-knocking and see one of the few people he got along with regularly, Ameratsu. The man knocked on the door gingerly, creating a large rapping sound that echoed through most of the complex. Dorobo waited a second, looking at the faint burn marks on the tips of his fingers. Owarinaku had been something else today, and managed to leave soot all over a portion of his office, including him. The woman tended to rouse his anger, letting it fuel her own inner strength. The Slut.

With waiting enough, Dorobo opened the door with a small gesture, and walked into the area, before setting off for the Captain's office. Hell if Ameratsu would spend time with her squad, she didn't give a flying ******** about them. She was surely locked into her own room, doing god knows what to some poor beast. Dorobo found the door easily, having walked the way before. Ever present was his light humming.

Dorobo came to the door, and knocked again. Instead of waiting, as normal people would have, Dorobo opened the door a few seconds after his knock. A knock was the rule around here, after some pesky brat had walked in, trying to seduce Ameratsu. He paid with much worse than his life, if Dorobo recalled.

Unlike what he had thought, Ameratsu was freaking asleep. the woman probably had no idea that he had just walked into her room! Dorobo had only one thing to do, and it would probably end with a scalpel in his arm. Dorobo chuckled into his hand, and snuck ever so carefully over to where the Captain lady slept on a couch. " Pile Driver! " Dorobo yelled at the top of his lungs, before flopping on top of the woman, pinning her to the couch. It wasn't a real pile driver, by any streak of luck. Dorobo was smart enough to know that by stabbing her with his elbow would end with his gonads being turned into a necklace for Ameratsu to wear.

Dorobo landed on top of Ameratsu, definitely rousing her from the sleep she was probably enjoying. On top of her, Dorobo let out a chorus of laughter, his voice light in the still air. " Ehh, woke you up b***h, didn't I? " He said in a sing-song voice before smirking wide. This would go down in the books.

Dorobo let out a screech of pain as his ear was clamped down hard by the not-sleeping-anymore captain. He felt a wetness fall down his lobe, right at the end of his squawk. Blood, she had ******** bloodied him! " God dammit, Harpy-Slut! " He would shout emphatically, before whipping off of the woman and her couch in one fell swoop. Her nail dragged on his ear, only causing more pain, but not breaking more skin. Skin was nice like that. It was squishy, soft in fact. It would move around an object if only a small amount of force was presented.

Dorobo landed on his feet, about a foot away from the couch, and glaring harshly at the woman. He felt anger rise in his throat, clenching it tightly, and making his eyes dazzle with an inner color. " I came for a ********' chat, Wench. " He nigh upon shouted to her. Owarinaku Honoo had to be simply fawning in the momentary anger. Already he could hear her voice breaching the walls of his mind, tempting him further into anger. " Baby... Come one, I know you have it in you~ " She conjectured, blowing heat and fury into Dorobo. The man was smarter than that though, being far from the days where the fire inside of him manipulated him. He shut her down with a swift mental command. " Why the ******** do you keep doing this to me? You're a ******** sack of s**t. " Dorobo felt her retreat from his mind, hiding herself from him. It didn't matter.

Dorobo continued staring down at Ame, one hand reflexively rubbing his cut ear. He calmed down within the space of a second, and his eyes cleared. " Whatever. It looks like we have a party now, beautiful. " He said lightly, before dropping his hand, and looking to the man who burst into the room.

Personally, Dorobo prided himself on knowing all the goings on of the Gotei. For instance, new people, and new power structures. While obviously the Head Captain didn't know Dorobo or Ameratsu, Dorobo knew the Head Captain. A relatively young Shinigami, much younger than Dorobo himself. Dorobo let out a sigh with the mans reaction. Such an itchy trigger finger was better suited for Division Three, where you could be almost as hot-headed as the Division Eleven chaps. Dorobo set his chin on his free hand, and shook his head. " You should know us by now, Fair Captain. It's your job you know. " He said, frowning lightly. Normally, Dorobo was polite, well manner, almost kind. When faced with incompetency, that faded to black in a moment. Dorobo continued. " I am Dorobo Hason, The Captain of Division Three. " He gestured lamely to himself with a mock wave, and closed eyelids. " This harpy, " Dorobo said in a sing-song voice, " Is who you've come to probably see, like myself. She goes by the name of Ameratsu Maeda. " Dorobo gave Ameratsu a small look, and smirked. He looked back to the Head Captain a moment later.

" I already know who you are, so I'll just be the cutesy announcer. " Dorobo said blandly, letting his chin fall from his hand, and waving it in a small circle. " You are Shimuza Kazuma, With the Zanpakuto type of weather itself. A veritable Susuno'O in the flesh. " Dorobo offered a small smile, a fleck of emotion. He did good damn work.

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Whenever a mass shooting happened, only a single thing came to mind when thinking about bullet-ridden bodies. Death. Suddenly, the end no longer seemed to be so far away. With bombs, the impression of death was still there, but now it's accompanied with another idea. Scale. Size. Power. Bombings were different beasts from shootings altogether; they not only took away lives but did so to a greater extent. That's the thing with bombings. They're meant to be theatrical in the presentation. They want to show off that power. That's what came to Jasper's mind this morning during his rituals. A young man, fitted in black sweat pants and a workout shirt, lifted his lower body off the ground with his hands clutching onto the seats of two dining chairs that stood on their rear legs. His arms tightened from the pressure of having kept up the weight for the past 9 minutes, but he was relentless in staying the course. As his body and breath maintained form, his ears and eyes remained fixated at the glow of his flatscreen. In Jasper's experience, the news didn't have to be trustworthy in order to be useful. [color=#A60000][b]"The length some would go through to be top dog,"[/b][/color] he commented just as the alarm on his phone went off. He had passed his desired mark. In a simple huff, Jasper pushed himself off of the chairs effortlessly and landed nimbly on his feet like a cat. He picked up a towel to dry himself off, all the while still attentive to the incoming broadcast. [color=#A60000][b]"I knew this city always had a history with gang violence, but this is starting to sound more like terrorists were responsible."[/b][/color] Havoc. When the name came up, Jasper's mind started turn its cogs. Even as he showered and freshened up, he never strayed too far from the topic. Only time he did so was when he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, observing his face. It was something he did every day. Even now, his face looked so transparent. So mundane. So fake. His fingers reached up and brushed his cheek, as if wanting so desparately to find out if the layer of flesh he was seeing was real. He knew he was touching it. Yet he felt nothing. With a hopeless sigh, he resumed getting ready for work while attempting to get back to the topic. Jasper put on his work attire, taking with him his standard issued items. He realized a nice and peaceful breakfast at home wasn't going to have room in today's schedule, what with him being a litte behind. In fact, he was an hour late at this point, meaning that he'd have to get ready to get an earful from some of the higher-ups, and that wasn't including Grace. [color=#A60000][i]It's fine,[/i][/color] he thought to himself as he exited out of his apartment. [color=#A60000][i]I'll pick up some bagels on the way. Enough for everyone. It won't get me off the hook, but it'll make for an easy morning given what's being dealt with.[/i][/color] Fortune favored the prepared. It was a mantra that Jasper committed himself to. It made things flow more smoothly. It made things more tolerable. It was around 10 am and Jasper had arrived at the department. Just before getting out his car, he sat for a second for a deep breath as if bracing for something. He had to melt away his mannequin like expression and bring in workplace Jasper. As soon as he emerged from out of his car, one of the nearby officers gave a shoutout to him. [color=black][b]"Detective, what happened? Ya hit the snooze?"[/b][/color] he teased. Before long, he stopped dead in his tracks, his sniffer catching wind of freshly baked goods. [color=black][b]"Damn. What ya got there?"[/b][/color] Workplace Jasper laughed sheepishly, dressing himself up with the air of embarrassment. Inwardly, he was smug with having selected the better option. [color=#A60000][b]"Bagels. I don't think it'd send a decent I'm-sorry message,"[/b][/color] he explained himself. [color=#A60000][b]"But I figured it'll help lighten up the mood. Got enough for everyone. Here, take one!"[/b][/color] Like that socially awkward but good natured stock character in a TV show, Jasper handed over a bagel to the officer before trotting into the precinct with two bags more of them. It didn't matter if there was a suprise bombing that had just recently happened. Jasper was confident in the fact that it was hard for anyone to pass up food, especially if it's already been paid for. That was typical for humans and even moreso if they were from New York City. By the time he got to the taskforce briefing room, he was down to a half filled bag with only handful of bagels remaining. However, he made sure this set was preserved for his colleagues with particular tastes. [color=#A60000][b]"Figured I'd try to brighten up the station a bit today, seeing what's happened,"[/b][/color] he said, his persona trying to shy away from the fact that he was expected an hour earlier. It didn't matter if they believed him or not though. What mattered was that this Jasper was the only one they were dealing with. It was believable enough as far he was considered. What only mattered was the case. He only sought to ask himself how Havoc fit into all this? [/size][/color] [/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list]

As Ameratsu spoke, Dorobo made small movements with his mouth, obviously mocking her. She was going on one of her self-entitled rants again. She thought herself a queen sitting in her castle. She could be likened to one, in reality. Bloodthirsty, Cruel, a living Marie Antoinette. Her beauty only bellied this small factor, pasting in her mind the idea that she was royalty, and everyone around her nothing but a jester. Dorobo was her Mimus, the Jester with Donkey ears. Dorobo almost hated when she got like this. She was spoiled, so used to being alone that she wouldn't have it any other way. It was almost disgusting, the way she could treat other people. At the same time, Dorobo loved it at the same time. She commanded, just as the Head Captain himself SHOULD command, and got what she wanted. She had a power, something most men fawned over. With a small glanced to Shimizu, Dorobo saw the exact look he had made when first introduced to the lunatic Ameratsu. A Maleficent respect, hiding an inner lust. Dorobo's flaming personality had made it so much worse than this boy had ever experienced, so hell if Dorobo would warn him against it.

" Well, I'm not leaving. It's to early to be drinking. " Dorobo said sullenly, before flopping down on Ameratsu's couch with a small huff of air. Across from him, the Head Captain did much the same thing, leaning against the wall. While Dorobo would be put up with, simply for the fact he offered her a freak of a person, this relatively new Head Captain would be not welcome for long. Ameratsu had no respect for higher rank, much like Dorobo himself. Quietly polite, Dorobo never hastened such a serious thing as respect. Someone had to earn that. Ameratsu rarely had any room to respect anyone in the world. Not even herself. Dorobo knew it would be soon that this man was shunned from the room, no matter if he was the Head Captain.

" Ame, Darling, please be nice to the boy. " Dorobo said, knowing that his request would fall on deaf ears. He said it to maintain the idea that he respected the man, even though Shimizu had yet to earn it. Dorobo looked over at Ameratsu, smirking lightly.

" I'd like to talk to you, if you don't mind. It's sorta... private. " Dorobo passed a small look over to Shimizu, before looking back to Ameratsu. It was the polite way of saying, " Get the ******** out, The popular kids are talking now. " Dorobo could be an a*****e, he really could. His kind face, and normally kind disposition made it hard for it to show on a normal basis. Dorobo calmly pushed some of his green hair from his face, before simply leaning back further into the seat. " It's important, sugar. " Dorobo seethed. Owarinaku came back from the recess in Dorobo's mind, feeling the slight tension. Her cooing voice begged for him to become angry again, just like before. If anything, the b***h sounded like a woman wishing for a hard-lovemaking. " Do it, do it just like last time... All those years ago... " Dorobo only smirked, letting her desire and his stone heart do battle. She would be fine, happy with herself for not being shut out, and letting herself feed on the tension in his mind.