The fourth division barracks are considered by many to be the modest of the entire 13 Court Guard Squads, as the men and women of this division are often out on the field, giving medical attention to those who are in need of it.
It was definitely well deserved. Coming into the barracks which where empty besides a few that seemed to be leaving. Tanka hadn't slept in a real bed for quite some time. She usually found herself knocked out in the complex like in a room. She didn't have an office for some odd reason. The only office was that of the Captain's and she thought the Lieutenants. Wouldn't it be wise to have an office for her? She thought she was rather important. Suppose not huh? Tanka wished she had her own small office so she could crash there. It was odd sleeping in a place where the vibrations could disturb her.
Tanka stretched her arms above her head, stretching her abdominal region. It felt awesome. Sighing Tanka found a bed that she would now claim as hers and plopped down on it. Crossing her arms underneath her head. She smiled happily as it was rather comfy. Closing her lavender eyes and slowly fell asleep.
Accoмpanιed By: Tanka Locaтιon: Fourth Division, Barracks Mood: Exasperated/Vexed Tнoυgнтѕ: "It must be natural." ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ It often proved difficult to make a member of the Shibusa Clan frustrated, due to their extremely arrogant and stubborn nature. It was rare to see even one, amongst them, become vexed by another individual, without forcing their own truthful opinion [the only kind to possibly exist] unto the opposition. The lot were renowned for their pride in everything that occurred within their lives, and while their words did not always sing authenticity, the person speaking was incapable of being put to shame by another. This was considered both an asset and a flaw of the family, though their capabilities as conversationalists and liars often proved the most false of statements correct in the mind of the person listening. There was a perfectly explanatory and proper reason as to the justification towards why it was that the Shibusa were incapable of being incorrect, even in the slightest of amounts. Beyond the more commonly known fact that the group consisted of an indefinite amount of notorious gamblers, it was always their further level of intellect that made it so that they could openly fool the minds of others when under broad daylight that allowed them to become who it was that they were known as: geniuses. There were, of course, other, more derogatory, terms, but those were often to be ignored if heard. It was rare that a Shibusa would be troubled by others, let alone themselves. This was the worry of Sagishi: he was failing as a member of the clan in, seemingly, every aspect. Despite having fooled everyone surrounding him that the proper head of the family, Chishio Aka Shibusa- otherwise guised by the name Sagishi Aoi Yinbara-, was missing, there existed conflict within himself that he had difficulty confronting. It was true that he abandoned his own brethren for personal reasons, much as any other amongst the lot would do, and though he, once, believed it to be for the better, it came to mind that, perhaps, the household would be able to stabilise if he were to reclaim his position and reveal his identity. The concept may have seemed ridiculous, at a more previous date, however his logical mind was now surpassing his instinctive mind. The decision would have to be made in its due time, and this much was known. Continuing his contemplation, a realisation struck Sagishi. It was not a thought, however a physicality that ceased the constant movement within his brain. He had left the gardens some time ago, and allowing his body to move as it freely would [having memorised simply the general feel of the landscape, from one location to the next], his current residence was hardly distanced from the desired destination. To his surprise, the journey from the gardens to the barracks seemed to be extremely short, compared to most of his endeavours, though the reasoning was easily to be identified by the amount of activity within the preoccupied mind of the male. He was unsure as to whether or not he preferred this. Of course, now, he remained unable to complain of having to endure the dull, long trek, however that was removed at the cost of gaining an uncertain and unsteady mind. Considering the matter, he came to the conclusion that he would prefer being bothered by the endless travel. The latter did not require more work, however it put a greater toll unto himself, in the longer run.
Entering the barracks, Sagishi made no immediate thought to those others who may have potentially been resting within. The number of people, by his calculations, should have been no more than zero, excluding himself. After having stepped through its entrance, he, very abruptly and without subtlety, closed the door, causing a sound that would have been loud enough to be noticed more so than usual, had there been someone to hear it. From his previous speculation, though, as- very literally- every member of the Fourth Division had been located within the gardens, that meant that there was not a soul to be found anywhere else within the confines of the squadron. For such a hypothesis to prove false would have been simply absurd, with no otherwise comments to be made. These, of course, were his thoughts until, upon gaining few more steps further the room, noticing the widespread sea of magenta, pink, and purple lain upon the bed belonging to the Third Seat Sword that was Tanka, the director of the Fourth's very own Underground Hospital Complex. If anything, the first thought to come to mind was only the fact that his considerations on the matter of location of persons was now proven incorrect. This was only to be, then, pursued by the detail that his resting place was being ignorantly inhabited by another. Sighing, allowing his tension to briefly relieve itself from him, he determined that the matter would be tolerable, so long as remained unbothered. Wandering towards the wall beside his now-occupied cot, Sagishi took hold of his staff of a Zanpakutō, prior to relocating, elsewhere. Wanting to use as little energy as possible, he simply claimed the bed parallel his former. Reclining himself into it, though with his back and head propped against the adjacent wall, he began, subconsciously, speaking aloud, though with quietude. By this point, it was oblivious to him, whether or not Tanka was earnestly asleep in her place. He might have cared, but then again, he might not have. "Quoth," seemed to be the first word to leave the male's mouth. While unusual for someone of his stature, the simple recitation of random, memorised verses from even the most irrelevant compositions allowed himself to think in a more linear fashion. Though unfinished, he would have begun speaking the well renowned piece, "The Raven", written by Edgar Allan Poe. If he'd been capable, a spot of alcohol would have easily replaced that distraction, though by the fault of a certain Clay, Sagishi was without his favourite beverage. Still somewhat affected by his previous drunken venture, it seemed impossible for the Sword to properly collect his mind; thoughts failed to forme as he pleased them to. At that, he simply sat, seemingly absorbing the silence, transforming it into something of a failed attempt at indulgence.
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It seemed that sleeping should be changed in the dictionary for Tanka wasn't going to be getting any. It was only about 20 minutes into the sleep when vibrations made note in Tanka's ears. Though it did no wake her for it was only one man, but upon getting closer, the movements where loud and obviously didn't care for someone whom might be sleeping.
Taka furrowed her brows however didn't open her eyes, hoping whomever entered the chambers would keep quite and sleep just the same as her. Nearly drifting back off to sleep, she was awoke by the rude sounds of Sagishi. Finally, she decided to open her eyes, already telling by the Tanka cleared her throat before speaking "Have I disturbed you, sir?" Tanka said in a sarcastic manner. She laid on the bed, unknown that it wasn't her's to lay on.
Bringing her head around to look in the direction of Sagishi, but the eyes met nowhere but empty space. "It seemed you're determined to not let a women rest." Tanka stated as she puffed out her lower lip in a pouting motion, obviously disturbed by the man. All she did was wish for some peaceful sleep, however it seemed another small conversation was needed before doing so.
Accoмpanιed By: Tanka Locaтιon: Fourth Division, Barracks Mood: Vexed Tнoυgнтѕ: "Consideration would be best." ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ With enough time, even the most skilled of liars would forget their mistrust, either revealing it or losing it, completely, and a Chishio Aka Shibusa- or, perhaps, Sagishi Aoi Yinbara- proved to be no exception. His history was certainly something unique, however others claimed it to be no reason for the Clan Head of the Shibusa Noble House to leave. In all earnestness, it was the only justification that he'd possessed, at the time. Upon leaving, he did provide another excuse, though of less truth. For four-hundred-some-odd-years had the male been incognito within the Shield and Sword Initiative of the Fourth Division. With only two persons having been aware of the fact, Sagishi had provided his secrecy with decent longevity. Between Jousake Hiroshi- his own brother-in-law, of whom assisted his escape from nobility- and Hae Rin Shin, his dearest friend and partner within the Gotei Thirteen, there existed two people that were unlikely to speak of his actuality. Of course, as a Shibusa, the masterful prowess of lying was simply innate and instinctive, and the Sword had done an efficient job of proving it. He had adorned a fake identity for approximately three quarters of his life, and had left his own brethren without a leader for the precise same amount of time. Naturally, he shouldn't have been guilty. The lot managed perfectly fine without someone to guide them, and as they had displayed, if the individual in command is not suitable, they will be removed from power. Sagishi had claimed to have left, only to return when the family understood that being reckless and unleashed was not the best possible event to occur. However, in actuality, the only reason for his absence was that of grief and regret. It was himself that he had blamed for the death of his father, mother, sister, and uncle, despite the fact that he had, at the time, not possessed the strength to prevent any of their passings. If he were to have made the attempt, he, too, would have lost his life.
Having allowed the female's words to simply travel about him without reply, Sagishi was absorbed in thought. Without immediately consulting his logical mind, he began speaking. Whether or not Tanka cared meant nothing, and his words were for only his own relief. The Sword- the Englishman, the Shibusa- had survived an empty life, and perhaps his conversing vaguely with another would be enough to allow him quietude for the next few hundred years, if it was necessary. "I fail to know," were the first words to leave his mouth. Odd, as well, for it was uncommon, to say the least, for him to ever admit lack of knowledge, "as of late, I have lingered on the history that is mine." That was nothing less than the truth, if "recently" included the previous decades that had passed. With a hesitant and low voice he spoke, perhaps for the words to not reach the ears of his conversational partner, so they emanated no further than himself, but naturally, with her attentiveness, that would not be possible. "The act is not an attempt to regain my memories, but, he paused, taking a moment to consider the words that would next be uttered. The male had always been of an eloquent nature, however, there were times when disruptions could temporarily alter the fact. "the sensation that seeps from my person makes myself seem to move by its own command... are those my truly my emotions?" the question went to empty space, neither himself nor Tanka. In an instance, his words transitioned in tone to be evident that he was then discussing the matter with his own self, and perhaps the Zanpakutō that he held close. Responses unaware to the female Shinigami would be heard only by Sagishi. It was rare that the two would discuss, despite their close relationship, but each had experienced the same scenario as the other. Unlike different individuals, the pair was bound. "When the time comes that I admit to remembering everything, will I still be me?" another inquiry left to wander the space betwixt the air, itself. "I realise that I must settle my own problems, and that I cannot be consumed by my own wicked memories, in the process of doing so." What the director of the Underground Hospital Complex was witnessing proved to be something that no other could say that they understood from the male. On a casual and common basis, his thoughts were safely stored within his own mind, leaving any such insecurities behind. However, such a happenstance where this was not possible should have provided blatant evidence that something- perhaps unknown- was not as it was meant to be. "I know that I failed to save my family, but..." he had, indeed, not succeeded in the rescuing of the lives of his immediate relatives. Despite other conjured excuses as to his disappearance from the Shibusa Clan, this was, in reality, the only justification that existed behind his actions. At that, his recollection of Tanka's presence returned to him. Taking a moment to return his gaze to the feminine figure lain across his position, Sagishi reorganised his thoughts. Now exiting his talkative- or rather, more so than usual- demeanor, he rose from his seat. Misleadingly, he then walked in the direction of the individual, only to place his Zanpakutō in its proper place. This was, perhaps, significant of the fact that his bed was being occupied, as well as his preparation towards leaving. He, at this point in time, cared not if she had anything to say; his ignorant- his usual- persona was making a reappearance. Not hesitating any further, he began moving more towards the doorway in which he came, though only to lean upon its frame. "Feel free to return to sleep. You've been bothered, enough." Not leaving just then, taking her into consideration her actual person, Sagishi remained in his position. Perhaps not to Tanka- his ramblings may have been of no importance to her- but, at that moment, the male was prepared to reclaim his title as the Head of the Shibusa Clan. Though, not betraying of his logical mind, he would spend more time in lesser contemplation to ensure his readiness.
[[ OOC: I apologise for the late post. I've been a bit busier than I would like to be. ]]
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Despite not being able to gaze upon Sageshi's eyes and his body, she could tell with every breath that his mind was not at ease. It seemed to her that he had bottled up his emotions for far too long and was about time to express them. Tanka just happened to be there. He spoke to himself, it wasn't his intention to tell her his problems.
Curiously looking toward the man she listened in, obvious to his words and demeanor. Her ears where perked up as Sagishi continued his small rant. It seemed like he had some internal confusion with a certain event. It took a while to actually understand the man. Yes, Tanka was a rather bright women, but people fail to remember where she came from. Being from a tribe, her vocabulary, or lack of caught people off guard. However Sagishi was an English man, something her vocabulary had a little trouble with. His speech pattern was different and more diverse than the Japanese or of her own.
Tanking into account to what he said, Tanka had finally come to the conclusion that an accident happened within his family, one which caused the downfall of them all. It seemed that Sagishi would be the cause of it, or felt as if he could have prevented it in some way. Tanka definitely understood that pain.
Tanka felt the vibrations of Sagishi move toward her. It became known to her that perhaps this was occupied by someone else, someone by the name of Sagishi. However she did move for it seemed like Sagishi was ready to leave upon dropping off to what she could only assume was his zanpakuto.
Licking her lips a voice made itself known shortly after the last sentence "I know the feeling." Tanka straightened her head out to "look up" at the ceiling. "I feel that the death of my people was somehow my fault. I could have done something to save my mother or the children of our village."
Accoмpanιed By: Tanka Locaтιon: Barracks, Fourth Division [Leaving] Mood: Laborious/Ponderous Tнoυgнтѕ: "Right, tallyho." ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ While death was a commonality within the Shibusa household, it proved to become especially more evident after the reign of the tyrannical Katsuo, the third Clan Head, after Cheshā, and prior to Chishio. The man, very simply, was well renowned as a despot and murderer [both outside and within the surname that he claimed to be his own]. During the time of his rule, the family was learned very little beyond of the boundaries and confines of combat and warfare, with it being a tradition- or rather, in the eyes of many, a requirement- that a member must create, at minimum, one custom Kidō during their time alive, lest they be- not judged, but very officially as a part of their identity- a disgrace amongst the lot. As the outlying clan amongst the Seireitei, it was rare that a Shibusa might ever partake in the Shinigami arts, let alone forme such unique works out of sheer aptitude and creativity. On average, one out of every twenty-three individuals might show some interest or virtuous potential toward the lifestyle, or anything associated with it. Their skill was often used casually to defeat others, seldom formally. As a result, much of the clan was ridiculed for their apparent lack of capability throughout the duration of the man's rule. Though viewed poorly- and with good reason-, this was nothing more than an attempt to gain military power amongst the noble houses, perhaps striving to outmatch those of vast capability as the Hiroshi, but through the technique of Katsuo, it was an evidently substandard system to attempt acquisition of such an invisible possession. As was to be assumed, it failed, and was only a burden unto the family. This, however, was only the first of many statutes forced upon the nobility, and considerably, one of the lesser. Beyond the fact that Katsuo- the self-proclaimed "Lewis Carroll" in the family, a simple epithet that emanated his apparent dominance- considered himself the executive, judicial, and legislative branches of power within the Shibusa, placing whichever demands that his whim so desired, he also understood his person as being the only individual capable of possessing any formidable amount of competence. In fear of being overthrown, despite it being inevitable, he murdered all and any that appeared to be a potential threat, including his brothers, niece, and sister-in-law, or in the eyes of a-once Chishio Aoi Shibusa, a father, mother, sister, and uncle. While many others lost their lives, depleting much of the Shinigami force that he so desired to put to fruition, these were the most significant, in regards to the future of the family. It were these deaths that forced the leave of the successor to the man after his execution, abandoning the Shibusa, in entirety, claiming a new name, and falling incognito within a division of the Gotei Thirteen. This was the distraught past of the male known as Sagishi Aoi Yinbara, soon to be reshaped into something more pleasant to the eyes. His intentions were now changed.
Listening to Tanka empathise with himself was somewhat pleasurable, though it was nothing that the male desired. If in his right state of mind, the conversation between the two would never have- and would not be- occurring, in the first place. The female was, yes, firm in her own manners, however Sagishi was never the person to speak openly his mind to anyone. He was an Englishman of whom was, certainly, fond of moping to himself, accompanied by the methodology and thoughts that would fuel his active mind, failing to communicate very frequently- or, even in the slightest- with others. Even during his time as a child within the Shibusa clan, this was the disposition that overruled any outside influence, though to varying degree. As a result, throughout his four-hundred-some-odd years spent in the Fourth Division, the only earnest friend that he would admit to being his came to be Hae Rin Shin, with no other names coming to mind, only hers being regarded. It was true that he values those camaraderie relationships that came into his possession, with none higher than her, however it was rare that such interaction would occur, to begin with. Thus, despite what Tanka may have been understanding- having, as per usual, duly noted her heightened capabilities- it was only true that the event was taking place for the reasoning that the Sword's mind was not as it most commonly should have been or, for that matter, was. The fact that he had seldom spoken with her only emphasised the fact. This did not mean that he failed to provide respect where it was due, though simply that his personal respect was not placed in the same areas as his casual respect, already very thinned, as it was. Raising his head, along with the uncrossing of arms, Sagishi non-verbally signalled the fact that he was finally prepared to take his leave, after moments of silence between the current time and the female's words of, not comfort, but empathy. The fact remained that he disliked it, or, possibly, was merely unused to receiving such a thing- the matter was left in open space, as he cared not for it. Spanning his vision, momentarily, across Tanka, it seemed unlikely that one could possibly assume them to be capable of forming a friendly relationship, with, alone, brief analysis of their physical appearance. Then again, that was perfectly same with Rin. Attempting to recollect his scattered thoughts, the Sword moved fully from his place of relaxation on the door's frame. Taking into consideration the knowledge at hand, he, backtracking, returned to the space next to the Director of the Underground Hospital Complex to retrieve his Zanpakutō; perhaps after several decades of having not trained with it, a change could be made. "I will be excusing myself," he spoke, abruptly, in a tone that was evidently more firm than had previously been. Still moderately out of his proper mindset, he considered adding "more death occurs by my hands than necessary", however refrained. The woman had witnessed more of the Sword's mind than most others, and she had had her fill, by his own definition, influenced by no others. In regards to the male's standards, after this encounter, the two would return to nothing more than what they had been, previously: acquaintances, to say the most. It was true that the Third Seat was apathetic and cold, however he'd had fine justification of which proved to take a standing beyond perfection. Turning towards the entrance- in this scenario, the exit- of the barracks, he simply began walking.
Name: Tanka Hollow Division: Four Rank: Director of U.H.C Mood: Relaxed Location: Division's Barracks Thoughts: Guess I should have kept quite Credit:Amsbtiz
The silence was obvious. It seemed like whatever she said, was the incorrect thing to say. She couldn't tell what was going on in his head, but excusing himself she knew they'd go back to being just simply acquaintance's as it seemed like he wasn't the type to trust easily. Feeling vibration, his sword was picked up and he made his haste leave.
Tanka would keep whatever he said to herself, there was no need to tell. What exactly was the need? Whatever, Tanka was once again left alone which gave her the perfect chance to sleep once more. However knowing that this was someone's bed, one that she knew at least made her change beds. Sagishi didn't lash out on her, it seemed like he didn't mind it, but surely he wasn't that found of it.
Taking refuge on another bed Tanka sighed lightly and got comfy. Soon drifted off back to sleep, regardless of who's bed it was.
Tanka awoke to the sound of her buzzer. A vibration at her hip indicated she was needed at the complex. Sighing Tanka moved hastily out to figure out what was wrong. Typically it was nearly nothing. But once someone was emitted into the complex, she was to check the patient over. [Exit to complex]
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