Post by Hazuki Tsukimiya on Jul 16, 2016 11:52:03 GMT -5
Compromise was not something Hazuki was particularly good at. She typically got things her way, be it through physical force, intimidation, or authority.
Today, however, she had agreed to a “reasonable” middle ground. Her initial idea had been to show up in the Third, proceed to bully and intimidate her way into the captain’s office, and then bully and intimidate Wakahisa into giving Hazuki access to the Forbidden Library. She imagined the conversation would have ended with Hazuki telling the Third’s commanding officer that she could either give Hazuki what she wanted or she could be dragged outside by her hair and humiliated in front of the members of her division once again. She further imagined that the threat of that happening would have been enough to force her to kowtow to Hazuki’s authority, and then, just to spite her, Hazuki imagined she would have done it anyway. Miyuki Wakahisa’s performance had been a monumental letdown, and despite Hazuki’s previous attempts to spur the girl into action, she had done very little to improve herself. The Third was still the laughing stock of the Gotei, its leadership pathetic shadows of the men and women who had commanded it in the past. That would end today, and the Third would retake its place as a division that commanded the respect of all Shinigami. Sakurazuki, however, had recommended—strongly—against that particular course of action, and after hefty debate Hazuki had agreed to a slightly more moderate approach.
The challenge had been issued, and just as before, Hazuki waited in the courtyard along with most of the Third’s personnel for the diminutive captain to appear and start mouthing off about pointless inanities like priorities or the inherent wrongness of violence.
If there was one thing Hazuki had learned the last time she had been here in this capacity, it was that the vacuous cavern that occupied the space where Miyuki Wakahisa’s brain would otherwise have been was limitless. She was nothing but a vapid harlot, and her misguided attempts at being what Hazuki was certain she imagined was a good captain would come to a very abrupt conclusion here and now. There was no room in Seireitei for people like Wakahisa, their naiveté was a danger to themselves and those around them, and Hazuki had absolutely no intention of suffering her presence when the Third was hers.
Like last time, Hazuki stood with arms crossed as she waited, but now there were two swords at her waist and a conspicuous absence of any lieutenant’s badge on her belt. More than that, though, there was an intent in Hazuki’s actions that had been missing last she was here. This time, she wasn’t here to make a point, to set an example.
This time, she was here to take the captaincy.
When Wakahisa finally appeared, Hazuki cut right to the point, her voice a tired drone as she recited a dull speech she had prepared beforehand:
‘Miyuki Wakahisa. I am here to relieve you of your command, effective immediately. I’m giving you the option of unconditional surrender and you will be allowed to leave the Third immediately without harm coming to you. I recommend you accept this offer to spare yourself further injury and humiliation.’
Her left hand fell to her swords as she spoke, pushing Sakurazuki out just a fraction to clear the hilt from the saya. Hazuki knew full well Wakahisa wouldn’t take her (extremely generous) offer—she was far too selfish and conceited for that—which meant bloodshed was imminent.
Oh well, she thought. Wakahisa had been given her chance at the captaincy, and she had chosen to squander it. Now it was Hazuki’s turn.
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Today, however, she had agreed to a “reasonable” middle ground. Her initial idea had been to show up in the Third, proceed to bully and intimidate her way into the captain’s office, and then bully and intimidate Wakahisa into giving Hazuki access to the Forbidden Library. She imagined the conversation would have ended with Hazuki telling the Third’s commanding officer that she could either give Hazuki what she wanted or she could be dragged outside by her hair and humiliated in front of the members of her division once again. She further imagined that the threat of that happening would have been enough to force her to kowtow to Hazuki’s authority, and then, just to spite her, Hazuki imagined she would have done it anyway. Miyuki Wakahisa’s performance had been a monumental letdown, and despite Hazuki’s previous attempts to spur the girl into action, she had done very little to improve herself. The Third was still the laughing stock of the Gotei, its leadership pathetic shadows of the men and women who had commanded it in the past. That would end today, and the Third would retake its place as a division that commanded the respect of all Shinigami. Sakurazuki, however, had recommended—strongly—against that particular course of action, and after hefty debate Hazuki had agreed to a slightly more moderate approach.
The challenge had been issued, and just as before, Hazuki waited in the courtyard along with most of the Third’s personnel for the diminutive captain to appear and start mouthing off about pointless inanities like priorities or the inherent wrongness of violence.
If there was one thing Hazuki had learned the last time she had been here in this capacity, it was that the vacuous cavern that occupied the space where Miyuki Wakahisa’s brain would otherwise have been was limitless. She was nothing but a vapid harlot, and her misguided attempts at being what Hazuki was certain she imagined was a good captain would come to a very abrupt conclusion here and now. There was no room in Seireitei for people like Wakahisa, their naiveté was a danger to themselves and those around them, and Hazuki had absolutely no intention of suffering her presence when the Third was hers.
Like last time, Hazuki stood with arms crossed as she waited, but now there were two swords at her waist and a conspicuous absence of any lieutenant’s badge on her belt. More than that, though, there was an intent in Hazuki’s actions that had been missing last she was here. This time, she wasn’t here to make a point, to set an example.
This time, she was here to take the captaincy.
When Wakahisa finally appeared, Hazuki cut right to the point, her voice a tired drone as she recited a dull speech she had prepared beforehand:
‘Miyuki Wakahisa. I am here to relieve you of your command, effective immediately. I’m giving you the option of unconditional surrender and you will be allowed to leave the Third immediately without harm coming to you. I recommend you accept this offer to spare yourself further injury and humiliation.’
Her left hand fell to her swords as she spoke, pushing Sakurazuki out just a fraction to clear the hilt from the saya. Hazuki knew full well Wakahisa wouldn’t take her (extremely generous) offer—she was far too selfish and conceited for that—which meant bloodshed was imminent.
Oh well, she thought. Wakahisa had been given her chance at the captaincy, and she had chosen to squander it. Now it was Hazuki’s turn.
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