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theseireitei2014-10-05 01:46 am
yanagiissui) wrote in theseireitei2014-10-05 01:46 am
[the seireitei]
It's been hectic lately. Issui's glad it's time for lunch and that Shinobu's back from her assignment. It's a relief to get out of her squad even for a little while. Issui shuffles along towards the Eleventh Division and hopes no one between there and here remembers she's in 13. She's going to be answering enough questions over lunch without stopping to please gossipmongers on the way.
Even with the distance between the two divisions, Issui travels this path often enough that it doesn't take her long. She doesn't even get much of a response from the men out in the training yard, which she has to walk around to get to the offices. Hopefully Shinobu is actually done enough with her post-mission paperwork load to leave. Maybe she should have brought takeout instead. Hmm.
On her way in, she passes... what was his name? One of the tenth seats, she thinks. He stammers a greeting at her and she nods. He's always struck her as a little weird. She knocks on the door, but enters without waiting. Issui shuffles to Shinobu's desk and bows deeply. Almost too deeply, actually. Don't overbalance and fall, Yanagi. That's ridiculous. "Good afternoon, Akiyama," she says gravely. "I hope you're well today."
Even with the distance between the two divisions, Issui travels this path often enough that it doesn't take her long. She doesn't even get much of a response from the men out in the training yard, which she has to walk around to get to the offices. Hopefully Shinobu is actually done enough with her post-mission paperwork load to leave. Maybe she should have brought takeout instead. Hmm.
On her way in, she passes... what was his name? One of the tenth seats, she thinks. He stammers a greeting at her and she nods. He's always struck her as a little weird. She knocks on the door, but enters without waiting. Issui shuffles to Shinobu's desk and bows deeply. Almost too deeply, actually. Don't overbalance and fall, Yanagi. That's ridiculous. "Good afternoon, Akiyama," she says gravely. "I hope you're well today."
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Akiyama tries to shove Ikkaku away, to little avail. "Get off my feet, shithead."
"That's 'get off my feet, Third Seat Shithead'," He corrects before moving on. Yanagi's answer is... not quite what he was going for. He narrows his eyes more. "What'd she do? Yachiru told me she stole 40 pies or something, but that doesn't sound legitimate."
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Which is even true. It's also true that she probably wouldn't share any details even if she had them. Issui doesn't know Kuchiki well, but she's always been polite and easy to work with. That's good enough for her where her squad mates are concerned.
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"Fine," He relents, after a moment, folding his arms across his chest and actually moves so that they can pass. "You can go to lunch, Akiyama. But don't be late coming back - you're still on duty."
"Sure, sure," Shinobu replies with a dismissive wave, taking the moment to drag Issui along with her, past Madarame.
She doesn't bother to talk again until Ikkaku is well out of earshot. "Did you really not hear anything?"
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"Not much," she replies finally. "There are a lot of rumors going around, but none of them sound likely to me. The only thing anyone can agree on is that Kuchiki is apparently facing a death sentence." Issui shrugs. She can't imagine Rukia doing anything to deserve that, but this is the Soul Society. The standards here are... strange.
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She's actually not even sure if he knows what happened. The third seats are... very protective. Issui wouldn't put it past them to keep news from him if they thought it would make him sicker.