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Post by Watt Johnson on Apr 16, 2013 20:06:47 GMT -5
“Be a member of Squad Four, they said. It’ll be perfect for your talents, they said. And what am I doing? Sweeping the BLOODY GROUNDS.”
Though it was a task expected of the members of his squad, Watt still felt that doing this sort of task was demeaning. He was a combat medic – a healing soldier. He wasn’t a cleaner, and nor was he a handyman. In fact, he had only been called a handyman a few times, and that was only because he fixed some piping. And even that was only fixed because he kicked it accidentally. He sighed, and continued sweeping.
Two Squad Eleven members pacing by sniggered at him as they came out of the infirmary – a common occurrence, given how the medical teams were looked down upon for being weak. It made no difference to how Watt did his job, but given that they were two unseated members, and Watt was the fourth seat and training himself to be eligible for a promotion, he felt it would be quite possible to beat some sense through their thick skulls. But, he was a healer, not a fighter. He enjoyed action, but his Zanpakutō was more a self-defence and support weapon, not being particularly powerful.
Watt reflected upon his current actions, and purely for the menial amount of amusement it would provide, he imagined what his Zanpakutō spirit would be saying if he got the chance to right now. A slight chuckle passed his lips at the notion of a strangely monotone tirade being delivered, the words themselves sharper than any blade. The fantasy was short-lived, however. The tedium of chores always seemed to get through to him, permeating the shields of his best efforts to stave off boredom, putting him in the position of once again being bored stiff. However, the chore was at east done, and he didn’t have to do the sewage works today.
That was next week.
Today was a slow day – the most anybody had actually come by for so far was to visit a loved one, and they weren’t even critically ill. Not that he wished harm, it was just that the day was dull, and he needed to do something – anything – to pass the time. His friends, if he could call them that, were all busy with their work, and his colleagues (bar the ones doing the actual proper healing) were either doing chores, or helping out in the infirmary.
“Maybe I should take a nap… Yeah. I’ll take a nap. It’s not as if anybody’ll notice.”
Watt’s incoherent mumblings were unable to be understood by even the most acute of listeners – simply because it sounded more like he was groaning, than actually saying something. With no small measure of lethargy, he leant against a wall, and dozed off just as quickly.
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Post by Shinda Chinmoku on Apr 17, 2013 1:56:57 GMT -5
Shinda Chinmoku chuckled softly, jumping over the barracks and walls of Division Two. He pressed against a wall as a few of the unseated members passed him, and he smirked. Today was supposed to be difficult training day, and those words worked like magic on his ears. Without a word he had grabbed one of the various drinking sets he had all over Division Two, and had sped off towards the exit.
He smirks wider as he leaps on the walls, running along them. The large gate wall to Division Two lays only a few yards away from him. He grins, and stops, preparing his legs. "Alright, this wall and then I'm home free." He grins, and begins to run, jumping along the walls before leaping at the gate. His eyes widen and he begins to panic that he won't catch it, but sighs as he manages to get a hold upon the wall. He grins, and pulls himself up, before leaping from the top of the gate to the other side.
He smirks, dropping into a roll and standing. He looks around, and sighs, the coast clear. He Shunpo's, heading down the hallways and passages, not really having any intented spot to go. His mind wanders with his body, as he drifts slowly around.
After traversing the terrain for a while, his feet lead him to Division Four. He blinks, looking at the gate, before shrugging. "Heck, why not?" He walks into the Division barracks, heading down the halls, before stopping. He spots a strange man, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. Shinda cocks his head, before approaching the man. He looks at him closely, and smirks. "Wow, and I thought I was the only slacker." He chuckles. "Hey, wake up buddy."
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Post by Watt Johnson on Apr 17, 2013 18:20:45 GMT -5
The situation was dire, the sort of thing that even the most hardened of Shinigami would balk at wading into. And somehow, Watt had found himself slap-bang in the middle of such a situation, running for dear life. He didn’t recall having this much stamina, nor did he recall being able to move at such speed – however, he didn’t bother to think too hard about it, given that the situation required both. Instead, he continued to run along the cobbled stone path, his feet pounding against it, as he did what he could to stay a sufficient distance ahead of the massive stone doughnut rolling along behind him, threatening to turn him into a macabre pile of spiritual pâté.
“…the only slacker. Hey, wake up buddy.”
Having not succumbed to slumber any long measure of time ago, Watt could have been roused easily. As it turned out, Shinda’s light-hearted quips were enough, and his eyelids gradually began to lift. Squinting blankly at Shinda, Watt issued a grunt befitting someone whose sleep had just been disturbed, obviously annoyed that he was no longer resting up.
“Who’re you calling slacker?” He grumbled, his mood evident in his tone, “I just did the cleaning. I have nap rights, and I’ll use them whenever I want to. What kind of person disturbs napping people, anyway?”
Still, there was little point in pursuing the matter any further. He was woken, and given that they were in different squads, and that Watt was still a little groggy from just waking up, lashing out would inevitably lead to unfavourable consequences. He glanced tiredly over Shinda, not bothering to even conjure any more effort to be even remotely annoyed, unable to work up the motivation to do so. The simple fact of the matter was that he was tired – not lazy, or a slacker.
“Mate, I just finished cleaning after working into the wee hours of the morning, fixing up some rookies who couldn’t tell what their limits are. I believe I’m entitled to a nap.”
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Post by Shinda Chinmoku on Apr 17, 2013 19:30:10 GMT -5
Shinda blinked, and smiles as the man begins to wake up. He grins as the man's eyes open groggily, before he snaps tiredly at Shin. He blinks, pulling back a little, and let's out a small chuckle. "Yeah, I think I am going to like you. I can't let a fellow like you get in trouble for sleeping on the job. Did you think what would happen if you were caught? You would probably have to work your ass of through the night. Listen, if you want to sleep on the job or off the job, you gotta clean up your steps a bit. And believe me, I've been dodging around work enough to have quite a few spots set up."
Shin stands up straight as the man explains. He nods. "Fair enough. But do you really want to sleep against the wall of the Fourth Division? I don't think so. Listen, I have a few spots set up in the Sereitei and Rukongai where a few people can crash. Why don't you come with me and I'll lend you one of the places I got? I need to get away from work and drink anyway, so there is something in it for me." He grins, and raises his hand. "And by the way, I'm Shinda Chinmoku, Fourth Seat of the Second Division."
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Post by Watt Johnson on Apr 19, 2013 17:25:23 GMT -5
Still a little groggy, with his head spinning and his perception of the world skewed just enough to make it seem like he’d already been drinking before somebody had passed him the rice wine, Watt somehow managed to understand the fact that a hand was being raised. Generally, this was meant as a form of greeting, usually to make someone out to be friendly, or at least approachable. Or maybe just polite. Extending his own arm, rather awkwardly, Watt shook his new acquaintance’s, with the bleary look in his eyes still refusing to budge. It was ironic – the slacking drinker was in a better state, and mood, than the doctor.
“Watt Johnson. Squad Four, fourth seat, combat medic. I’d say it’s a pleasure to meet you, but it generally isn’t nice to meet someone. But that’s beside the point. Just lead me somewhere I can sleep.”
In all honesty, he could have done with a drink as well. There were a lot of times when he felt a drink would be necessary, and given his age, he was no stranger to alcohol. He was not quite as friendly with it as Shin seemed to be, but he had been to a fair amount of drinking sessions, and wound up in more than one compromising situation, not always with a woman lying next to him when he came to.
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Post by Shinda Chinmoku on Apr 20, 2013 12:22:28 GMT -5
Shinda frowns. Huh, this guy is pretty rude, and straightforward. Although to be honest, usually one wasn't very happy when woken up, especially by a complete stranger. He shrugged internally. Eh, he could let this one time slide. After all, he needed friends around here, and this guy might just become a good friend. He smiled, at the thought of having a new friend.
Shinda nods. "Follow me, we have got a bit of Shunpoing to do." He turns, and Shunpo's out the door, heading for the gates to the Rukongai. His pace is slow, and he checks back every little while or so to make sure Watt is following. After making sure the man is, he feels better, and begins to go at a faster pace, approaching the gate rapidly. "Alright, after we get through the gate, we need to head north, until we are at the edge of the forest. From there I will have to look myself, it's been a while after all."
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Post by Watt Johnson on Apr 21, 2013 16:52:25 GMT -5
“What part of ‘Squad Four’ did you not understand? I’m a doctor, not a speedster…”
Watt cursed under his breath, and followed suit. Were it not for the fact that his acquaintance had no apparent intention of stopping, and was so arrogant as to presume that he would follow without question – without giving him a chance to even protest – he would have walked at a leisurely pace, or just gone to the barracks. Hell, he would have picked a street corner, if nobody was looking. He was following for a little while, but the effort he needed to put into it was more than it was worth. So, instead of following, he decided to walk behind, at a pace more suited to a person who needed to conserve energy.
Watt hadn’t been keeping track of how long it had taken him to get to the spot where Shinda had stopped, and he wasn’t particularly bothered about whether he was still there or not. He only knew he was there, because somebody had mentioned it while he was wandering about. Finishing off the last of some indeterminate baked good, he glanced about the area, muttering to himself about how people kept expecting too much of him.
“So,” he finally spoke, “Is this it? Also, slow down next time. I’m a combat medic because I can defend myself, not because I’m a master of whatever techniques you can name.”
((Long story short? I control my characters. If Watt follows, I say so, not you.))
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Post by Shinda Chinmoku on Apr 23, 2013 1:56:35 GMT -5
Shinda leaned against the tree, his eyes darting up to the sky, before snapping back to look at Watt. He blinks, and chuckles, grinning sheepishly. "Ah, sorry. I'm used to people being able to catch up to me, and catch me. Usually it's my Captain or Lieutenant when I sneak out." He laughs slightly, a nostalgic look crossing his face. "Even though I hated the training, running like that sure was good times..." He shakes his head. "Anyway, no, we aren't there yet. It's down this path, through the brush over there." He points, indicating a large amount of bushes, easily able to cover and hide anything as large as a small hut from here.
He turns, looking back at Watt. "Alright, I'll head in. I gotta make sure that no one broke in while I was gone. I haven't been here for a couple months, and sometimes the residents of the Rukongai, nice as they are, need a place to stay. And more often then not, the ones who break in are usually either a poor family or a bunch of thugs." He turns, and walks forward along the path, before passing into the bush. A few minutes of silence go by, before he calls out. "It's clear!"
(Alright, sorry if I offended or made you angry then o.o)
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Post by Watt Johnson on Apr 23, 2013 18:52:23 GMT -5
Shinda received naught but a nonchalant shrug in the way of a response. Watt, by and large had calmed down, and wasn’t particularly hungry. Heck, he’d have bought some cheap alcohol on the way if he had the money, but all he had on him was enough pocket change to buy a snack. Not that he regretted it – It was a tasty snack, one that he always bought if he passed by the right area. Shinda mentioned that he was constantly running from his captain and lieutenant, but again, all that was received as a response was something fairly non-committal – namely, a raised eyebrow.
Shinda scouted the area, and though Watt would have just gone in with him normally, he was feeling particularly lazy that day. Not to mention that what little sleep he had gotten was not enough to give him much more energy than a jelly bean, he felt overworked and lethargic, and Squad Eleven was still drawing moustaches on places where moustaches should never be drawn. Some places were silly, others were just plain disturbing. One of the nurse’s expressions was horrifying, but utterly priceless. The captain’s reaction as a result? Horrifying, but not as priceless. Watt shuddered internally at the memory, scared stiff of the wolf in sheep’s clothing that was his squad’s leader.
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Post by Tsubaki Tasori on Apr 30, 2013 21:52:40 GMT -5
Tsubaki had been watching Shinda since early that morning, knowing his propensity to slack off, so she had watched him grab his drink set and set off to attempt to escape his training. Alcohol, disgusting, give me tea any day. Tsubaki then effortlessly and silently followed her errant subordinate as he ran towards the fourth division at what Tsubaki assumed was a fast pace for him.
She remained in the shadows as her 'prey' began to strike up a conversation with...what appeared to be a sleeping member of the fourth squad. The fact that not only was her own subordinate slacking off, but he had found another to shirk with irked her somewhat, especially since his new 'partner in crime' was a member of the Fourth Squad, a squad she had a good bit of respect for, knowing first hand how difficult making remedies and medicines could be. Well, if he's going to get another with him, then I'll just get them both for shirking duty. Tsubaki listened as Shinda proposed they go to one of his 'hidden hideaways' to sleep and drink, and took not of the direction that they left to go to their designated relaxation house.
Tsubaki then followed the pair, staying far enough behind that the two in front of her would never see her without really looking, but close enough she could keep tabs on them. Eventually she stepped onto a roof across from an old path in the rukongai, where one could see a building just beyond the brush, and watched silently as the her squad member went to check the area. This has gone on long enough, I'm putting a stop to it. Tsubaki pulled out a small note pad and a pen, and wrote a message on it "Go back out to the squad four member and wait. -your lt.", she then took out a throwing knife she had concealed in her sleeve, and checking to make sure that there was no poison in the compartment, tied the note to the base of the knife. She then looked back down at the building, and saw the form of her errant squad member, silhouetted against a tree. Quickly Tsubaki took aim for the alcohol set that Shinda was carrying, and let fly, the knife speeding towards it's goal. |
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Post by Shinda Chinmoku on May 1, 2013 16:29:50 GMT -5
Shinda smiled, looking at the small shack in front of him. It had been a while since he had been to this one, a few months to be exact, and he was very pleased to see that it hadn't been busted in. The windows were intact, and the door was still locked. That was usually a good sign, unless someone had picked the lock. Then they could have stolen anything they wanted without alerting him until it was too late. It had happened a few times before, unfortunately, but that was to be expected since it was in the Rukongai.
As he prepared to walk forward more, the sound of something whistling through the air made him pause, and jump backwards as the dagger hit the tray of the sake set, sending everything up into the air. Shin's eyes widen, and his hand shot out, grabbing the sake bottle as everything else smashed against the ground. He looked towards where the dagger had come from, trying to find the owner, before looking back to the dagger. He picked it up, and saw the note. Paling some, he opened it, and paled more. His lieutenant. Shit, he thought he had been in the clear! He sighed, and walked out of the brush towards Watt. "We've been busted."
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Post by Watt Johnson on May 1, 2013 17:28:52 GMT -5
The shack looked more like a large shed, than anything else, to Watt. However, he was willing to ignore the fact that he was currently looking a gift horse dead in the mouth for the sheer fact that it meant he was able to get some rest. He was never particularly fond of alcohol, and currently he only saw It as a way to knock himself out long enough to shut out every other miserable sword-swinger that was intent on pushing him to his limit, and laughing as he collapsed on the floor out of sheer exhaustion. He was almost happy, but given the fact that he was only happy when he’d actually finished work that was satisfying, the closest thing he could feel to happy right now was vaguely satisfied.
Unfortunately for this feeling of mild satisfaction, John received the – rather unwanted – news that they had been rumbled. It wasn’t a great leap to assume that it was one of the higher-ups, likely one of Shinda’s squad members, that had forced him to turn back. It wasn’t an unexpected conclusion, but the fact of the matter was that he was now deprived of even more of his nap time, and depriving Watt of his nap time made him rather grumpy. And, when he was grumpy, procedures tended to botch themselves, and the offending party would usually receive some sort of death threat in the post, or would have a few drops of Shinten in their tea. Around fifty, usually.
Watt cursed, in response to Shinda informing him of the situation. Loudly.
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Post by Tsubaki Tasori on May 1, 2013 21:22:06 GMT -5
Tsubaki watched silently as Shinda walked back out to the squad four member and relayed the news that they had been busted, and frowned at the mans...explicit...reaction. Tsubaki didn't approve a grown shinigami cursing out like a small child stomps their foot, but then again, she didn't approve of a lot of things she was seeing.
She just sat in the shadows for a few moments, letting the two stew in the sun before she leaped off of the roof she on, landing directly in front of the two shinigami.
At first she didn't say anything, she just stood there and watched the two with a face that revealed no emotion as she deliberately reached into her sleeve and pulled out a pair of intricately crafted metal chopsticks and started spinning them in her hand. To most people this would seem like a nonchalant motion, more like a nervous habit than anything else, but to anyone who had been in contact with her for an extended period of time knew that close up, these were weapons of choice. Finally, looking at Shinda she spoke. You, stay there until I say so. Next she turned to the other Shinigami, You, I don't have as much authority over, but I will say this. You are squad four, so show some pride, and because I have respect for your squad, and because as far as I'm aware you don't make a habit of this, Tsubaki shot a glare at Shinda, I won't report this to those who you do have to answer to, in other words, don't let me catch you again.
Next she turned to Shinda, You on the other hand, I do have authority over, and I plan to use it, and first action of that authority today is this, hand over the sake. |
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Post by Shinda Chinmoku on May 1, 2013 21:44:35 GMT -5
Shinda sweated a little as Watt cursed out loud. Well, that wasn't really the reaction Shin had been expecting, but who's to blame the guy? Shinda had woken him up, pulled him out of his barracks, and took him to a place out all the way in the Rukongai, just to have his lieutenant come and ruin his chance of having at least a decent sleep. And honestly, that kind of made him a bit angry, at himself and at his lieutenant. If only he was stronger, he might be able to have noticed her, or slipped by unnoticed.
He frowned, not even surprised at the appearance of his lieutenant. His anger began to rise a little more as she began to lecture them both. She reprimanded Watt first, telling him that he would get off easy this time, but next time no. And that made him snap. "Excuse me, Leiutenant, but you don't know about the situation. This guy had finished all his work, and when I found him he was sleeping against the wall. That didn't seem right to me, and while it is true that I was slacking off, he was doing the opposite and had accomplished all of his work, so you have no right to reprimand him for something he didn't do, Lieutenant Tasori." He stared at her, the anger quickly subsiding, but his determined look not. He wasn't going to let this guy take the heat for his own slacking ways.
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Post by Watt Johnson on May 11, 2013 18:25:42 GMT -5
Drugged up and drowsy, Watt was beginning to reach the end of his – rather short – tether. He had been pushed about by eleventh division members cleaned the barracks and some of the immediate area around it, gone through the night saving some poor sods’ limbs, and was now being chided for trying to get some rest. Currently, his – normally logical – brain was not functioning to the best of its ability, being deprived of rest, and pretty much everything it really needed. As a result, it was highly likely that he would not bother to think things through, and would just unleash a pseudo-drunken slur whenever he felt like it.
“You know what? To HELL with all of this. I did my shift. I hauled some greenhorns out of trouble – some of YOUR squad members included – and healed them up, ALL NIGHT. Then, I accept my cleaning duties, which had not been written off, as an extra pair of hands were needed to heal last night, and I was the only one available, so it didn’t count towards my break periods. Throughout this, I’ve been pestered by squad eleven members, who I would gladly strangle with their own INTESTINES. I think, after all this, I deserve to take a powernap wherever the [redacted] I damn well want.”
Making good of this statement, Watt collapsed backwards, snoring lightly before he even hit the ground.
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