The Twilight Dusk Meeting [CLOSED/Kidou Club A/fourth div]

The wound in his chest was still troubling him but the healers of the Third had worked their magic and nothing remained but a dull ache from his nearly fatal encounter with the Quincy woman. The short fight between Shinigami and Mortal had forever changed the martial artist's views on those bow wielding spiritualists, where he had once defended their existence he now found his views beginning to align with some of the more extremist anti-Quincy opinions in the Gotei.

Realising he was frowning Feng took a deep breath and let himself relax as he pulled his attention back to the present and glanced around the unfamiliar corridors of the Fourth. It was odd that this Division had been picked to host the Kidō club after all it was the Third that was well known for their sorcerous abilities. Then again that Fourth Division guy had took over the Squad after the previous President had went AWOL in terms of running the club, of course she was likely just busy with her duties as she'd been an Officer or something from what Feng remembered.

Glancing down at the leaflet in his hand Feng frowned, the meeting was occurring in 'Shini-Sec's Right Wing Room 009' wherever that was supposed to be. He shook his head realising how stupid he had been, he had no idea what the layout of the Fourth was.

"I should have sent a message to Shinsei and asked him to meet me here." he muttered with a sigh. The Fourth Division Shinigami had been a member of the previous reincarnation of the Club and had also helped Feng get himself sorted when he had been assigned a Gigai.

A bit late now though. Luckily Feng had little on his plate right now having been assigned light duties as he healed up and so out of sheer boredom he'd left early for the meeting giving him time to recover from being lost and hopefully make it on time, he was painfully aware that he'd arrived somewhat late for the last meeting and didn't want to make a poor impression. Punctuality was important after all.

The unassigned Shinigami was looking forward to the club meeting truth be told, due to his injuries he'd fallen behind on his training and most importantly he'd failed to progress with the development of his Shunkō. Hopefully meeting with skilled and talented Kidō enthusiasts would give him the opportunity to advance his own Kidō abilities especially Hadō as this directly fed into his own personal undeveloped form of Shunkō.

Finally after nearly half an hour of blind wandering Feng came across a young woman in the corridors who was able to direct him to the meeting location and soon after he found himself standing down the hall from where the classroom supposedly was, luckily there was a small table sitting outside one room with a figure sitting at it which assured Feng he had managed to find the correct room at last.

Striding down the hall he saw a familiar blonde man sitting a short distance from him, smiling warmly he nodded and approached the other Soul Reaper "Shinsei, it's a pleasure to see you again."

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The fourth division, Malix never had a reason to visit before. Any assignments on earth he preffered to do without a gigai. With the second start up of the Kidou club he found reason to attend. Unlike last time, he made sure not to come straight from training.

That didn't stop the front desk from staring as he signed in on his way to the meeting. Hushed tones questioning the validity of a 5th member being interested in kido. Undoubtedly the more gossip oriented would know his name as the man who brushed the dust off the Spellblade title.

The position hopefully would bring new interest into spell combat. Unfortunately Malix did not think his current level was good enough, so to go along with others to improve his abilities would help him ease into this new role with less resistance.

Wandering the halls he hoped to get himself familiarized with the building in case he needed to come by regularly. Circling the area a few times he finally approached the reserved room and peered inside. With three faces from the last meeting inside it was very unlikely he was in the wrong place.

The first thing he noticed was a lack of familiarity amongst each other. Brief and generally automatic responses were traded. As he now entered the room, Malix slinked off to an empty corner to stand in. With a full view of the room he waited for others to show, to be acknowledged, or the meeting to officially start. 

His arms folded as he crossed them in front of his chest. Leaning back against the corner he let out a sigh. Social activities always irked the man, but they were usually necessary. This would help solidify his position, and bring some more welcomed attention. Especially after the last kid who earned a position. The thought of that made his side tingle in memory of the bout they had a while back.

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"Hmmm, classroom 009 in the West Wing", the woman murmured to herself as she trailed along the ancient corridors of the Shini-Sec. She hadn't been in this section of the complex since right after her academy days learning all about the scientific method over four centuries ago. Clearly this was one of her least fond memories for she hadn't set foot in the place since her orientation to the division. Such rudimentary lectures had nearly bored her to death. In passing she wondered if today's recruits were still held to that old curriculum or if the process had been modernized since her introductory days.

Striding down the hallways, clad in the traditional garb of the Shinigami, Zâbel also pondered the wisdom in joining this Kidou club this evening. A creature of habit, more accurately termed obsessive reclusivity, she had determined to make a change in her existence and that including mingling. The prospect filled her with heaps of apprehension, however. Would she be called upon to recite facts about herself and make brags about her accomplishments as some sort of ice breaker exercise? What was there really to say? 'Hello, my name is Zâbel and I love hiding in my laboratory and spending decades in fruitless ventures. In my spare time I carve toys for the kiddies in Rukongai and reminisce about the good old days of poverty and deprivation among the pleebs.' She snorted softly at her mental tangent thinking that would certainly make an impression.

Although she was not too thrilled to be 'going in amongst them', as she termed such social gatherings, she did have hopes that it would be a productive venture. She had been so obsessed with her research in trying to locate the reincarnation spot of her father that she had neglected her abilities. It had been nearly criminal of her, and even the leaving of her brother had not awakened her to her folly. It was not until Obsession's attack that she woke up to reality. Her nature had been to fall into self recriminations for a while. Had she been focusing her considerable energies and talents toward something less selfish, such as security, then perhaps a lot of the horrors that had been visited upon them could have been diminished. Even so, to prolong such feelings would only feed into more worthless ventures, so she had pulled herself up and vowed to make some serious renovations in her life.

Her eyes fastened to the scene playing out before her as she rounded the corner and came upon the classroom for tonight's meeting. A small gathering, thankfully, from what she could see outside by the registration table. How did one do these things again? Ah yes, it seemed that names tags were being handed out. Moving forward she would wait for break in the conversation to present herself saying to the blond at the table, "Hello, my name is Kohara Zâbel. I am here to join the Kidou Club."

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His ear perked when the doors slid open and the first arrival spoke. It was his fellow fourth squad, Shinsei Madarame. A chair was neatly righted before facing him with a neatly formed smile and a small, polite greeting, “Madarame, it is nice to see you, Thank you for volunteering with the registration.”

In all in honesty, Moriya felt a little nervous, perhaps more when he first set up his information gathering business centuries ago. Thankfully years of experience of dealing with the nervous situation helped him become composed steeled except only his facial features. A light tap against the back of the chair, to affirm the chair remain as it is. He gave him a polite nod and a curt smile. It’s best not to interrupt his role he wanted to do. He was just as surprised to see someone wanted to get involved into making Hanabi’s dream into reality. It reminds him that not all had selfish gains.

He began to wonder his role. Was it right for him to take the president of the Kidou club? One side of him was that it is right for him to do so, especially considering the time and money he’s putting in, but there’s other side of him that making him think that perhaps it is better if he should stand aside and take up the role of an advisor rather than be the president. Only time will tell once the meeting progress.
Shinsei tended to the new arrival, feeling their presence from afar, he started to try and familiarise them, trying to suss out what they look like on how they wield their spiritual pressure.

His small habit began to creep in like a spider in exploration. His index finger began to stand, balancing itself against the end of the chair, swaying back and forth with his gaze locked at the table in front of him. He visualised just how the meeting goes. He would even go far to visualising the appearance of each trace of unique individual reiastu swirling around each of the table’s chair, most of which are faceless. Soon, he’ll be able to picture their face with their spiritual presence but two had a face. One was his fellow comrade that showed promise, and the other is…

The sudden jolt of his reflex caused the mental vision to snap and dissipate, Moriya craned back, tipping the wooden chair onto its hind legs followed by a loud thud as the held up legs come crashing down to the ground. With a sigh, he felt a slight tinge of discomfort, ‘so she is here?’ he wondered as the familiar reiastu comes blaring though his senses.

He composed himself, shutting away his feelings and retained his professionalism. He look over to the open door and with a raise of his right palm, five digits spread out to pass on the message to the impressive Shinsei.

‘Five minutes till the club start’

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Tachi had barely noticed the passage of time as he studied a few documents he could dig up on a couple of barrier spells. Once he returned to his bunk at the barracks and was sorting through the documents he glanced at the clock on the wall. Something pulled at the back of the young man's mind before it clicked into place and in return a panic rose up in the young shinigami. “The meeting!!” A few others in the barracks looked over to Tachi as he bolted from the barracks. Once he had gotten outside he took a metal case out of his jacket, still moving at a quick pace he removed a cigarette from the case lighting it . He rushed with the smoke trailing behind like a trail, Tachi knew he wasn't moving fast enough. The fourth wasn't even close to where he was, thankfully Tachi had a gift for flash step and was willing to put it to good use. Pushing off with a soft swish as he rushed along rooftops quickly nearing the fourth division, the smoke trail unable to keep up with the man as he stopped outside the building the meeting was to be held in. Pulling the smoke from his mouth he realized it had not stood up to the wind as he ran.

Throwing the ruined thing from his hand to the ground and grinding it down with his heel before striding into the building. He saw the man sitting at the desk who appeared to be handing out tags, “Tachi Omoki, Second division.” He introduced himself as he signed in and received his tag, he scanned the room both with his eyes and his more spiritually inclined senses. He didn't know anyone here until he picked up on a familiar reiatsu, his eyes moving to see exactly the man he expected to see except this time he wasn't covered in injuries. “Malix!” He moved over to the man from the fifth division, “It's good to see you again. How have your studies gone? Has your hand to hand gotten any better? I'm always down for more sparring.” He grinned as he went for a playful jab at Malix, turning to motion to the rest of the room. “You know any of these guys?”

He took a seat as he reached into a pocket pulling out the few pages of the barrier spell he had been looking at back at the barracks, “Whoops, well at least I brought some reading material to the club I guess.” If anything the spell contained within the pages would be useful should any practical examples have to be used, the spell made a barrier which could contain combat to within the confines created, however Tachi had yet to actually find a way to make the barrier strong enough to keep in anything near the level of combat that a shinigami could fight at. He turned to tap Malix on the shoulder, turning the document towards his neighbor. “You think you could perform this?”

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It hadn't been that long since he had been to his last meeting of this club, but so much had changed since then. Originally signing up out of obligation, he was now the one handing out the seemingly pointless assignments to the poor rank and file records staff. Utamuro's tardiness was just the tip of the iceberg, and was well past time that he actually start enacting some discipline.

It was because of this that he had made a point of scouting out the Kido Club yet again. Arriving early, as he did his first time at just such an event, he hung around a nearby window having a quick smoke and watching the passers by. The inclusion of Tachi and Moriya worried him. His brief interactions with both men had been particularly unpleasant, but it wasn't as if he could avoid them forever. In addition to them, plenty of old hands, as well as a few other new ones he didn't recognize, walked to a table with what seemed to be name tags and a sign-in sheet. Well, at least they had learned from the administrative debacle last time!

Stamping his cigarette butt out and trudging up to the table, he grabbed a namecard and scribbled his first name on it and the sign in sheet, voluntarily leaving either of his surnames and his title off. Walkren had the right idea the last time about keeping things at least somewhat casual, and the last thing he needed was to get stuck with any more work just because of his position.

Sneaking in as the last of the latecomers outside entered, Murat quietly took a place at the table, deliberately avoiding the two Shinigami he had concerns over, and rifling through some papers he had brought along until he found the minutes from the last meeting. Giving them a quick once over for accuracy before sliding them down to the head of the table, he said formally, "Last meeting's minutes, for acceptance into the club record."

Glancing around the room, he wasn't surprised to see a certain someone had yet to enter. They had discussed her making an appearance during the meeting, but it seemed as though she must have wanted to wait until everyone was assembled. Kicking back, a knowing smirk on his face, he relaxed and kept his eye on the door. Walkren showing up at the last meeting was shock enough for the young Kido specialists. This was gonna be good.

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With a quick pace she made her way through the halls with Shinigami taking a step or two back here and there. While she smiled toward some, and nodded toward others, she couldn’t help but to think about her first time in the Fourth. Even after all this time she hadn’t figured out the exact reason why they had been keeping her. The first thing that had come to mind was the link between her and her abilities as a human. Perhaps they had hoped to see if those who’ve had certain skills would regain them after their death? She wouldn’t put it past the Fourth, certainly not. There was a logic behind it, and she couldn’t go against it anymore. Human life was so fragile and fleeting; those strong enough to be of use after their passing on should be absorbed into the Gotei the way she had been.

Makes you wonder if she’s had motives like that.., the white-haired Shinigami silently wondered.

Now that she knew how much was asked from a Captain, some things were put in a different light. Not that they ruined her memories or feelings in any way. She understood that making choices was hard. Just like deciding to see Hanabi hadn’t been easy. A part of her was still afraid of being rejected. Their friendship had turned into ashes, and while the dark haired Shinigami would certainly hide any hard feelings for Kasumi in the public, the latter knew it didn’t solve a lot. They would have to talk. Soon. In private.

While taking the woman away from her Kidō club wasn’t the best solution, Kasumi had figured that it was better than dragging her away from her lab. There were plenty of things which had to be done. Hence, drinking tea and discussing spells would need to wait. The Commander had no doubt that the Shinigami present would find their own way without their chairwoman.

With the folded piece of paper still in her hand, Kasumi quietly appeared at the entrance of the room. Her eyes scanned the area, taking in the happy Shinigami who’ve gathered so far. To her great disappointment Hanabi didn’t appear to be there. It looked like fate wasn’t on her side today; it was something she would have to deal with.

“Hello, everyone.” The Captain firmly spoke, masking her disappointment with a light smile and a quick nod. There were some familiar faces out there, and soon her eyes stopped on the young man from the Second. Alexander’s report on him had been troublesome. Obviously they would need to keep a good eye on the potential Vaizard, and luckily, the man up to the task was also present.

“Glad to see that I’m not interrupting,” apologizing had never been her strongest trait. “Officer Pasha, can I have a moment of your time?” Waiting for him to move toward the hallway, she reached out with a sleeveless arm and picked up one of the empty name tags. Perhaps she could put her name on it and stick around for the first half.


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Feng nodded to Shinsei. "I attending last time although I don't believe it took off? Although I have been hospitalised for some time so maybe I just missed it." he admitted.

Leaning down he signed his name swiftly without the blonde Shinigami needing to ask. Taking a name tag he swiftly placed it on and chuckled softly at his friend's request and nodded. It was strange but he guessed he did consider the other man a friend...strange considering they barely knew one another.

"Of course, I'll meet you in there." he replied as a slim dark haried woman came up behind him to register, a Kohara Zâbel...wait that name was familiar. Glancing down at the folded up leaflet he'd brought with him the man saw it had been signed by a Kohara Moriya, were they relatives? Huh small world.

Stepping past Shinsei's registration desk he entered the room properly and cast his gaze around the occupants. He recognised one immediately, a sandy haired man, he had been at the original club meeting. A Fifth Division member...Feng's memory was generally very good but that individual had particularly stood out as he came from a Division that Feng had not expected to find a Kidō enthusiast in. Malix...something...Katur? Kateer? Well his memory was good, not perfect.

The other two he didn't recognise. One had approached Malix and was speaking with him while the other stood off on his own and give a off a somewhat severe presence. He was quite the professional looking man. Perhaps he was the host? Or perhaps he was just very serious, who knew? Feng considered approaching one of the others to introduce himself but he realised he had a far more important objective first. Walking over to the table he fetched a plate of cookies, Feng didn't have much of a sweet tooth so he just gathered a couple for his friend. He then retrieved two cups of tea and carefully balancing the plate of cookies on top of one of the cups he found a place to sit in silence.

A few minutes later his Fourth Division friend joined him. As Shinsei silently took a seat Feng give the man a warm smile and handed him the tea and cookies. "I'm not sure if you like tea or not but here you go." he said.

A moment later Feng's attention was stolen as a another member arrived, another from the original Kidō group. He'd been a friend of the then Lieutenant Dekharr had he not? He'd also been somewhat memorable, not just for his overly familiar attitude with his superiors but the man had also not seemed entirely sober. Murat...Peshe...Posh....something. Huh he really wasn't the best with these foreign sounding surnames. He'd been First Division, an administrator of some sort if he was remembering right, it seemed appropriate as he brought with him the minutes from the last meeting. However his attitude confused Feng, why was the man smirking to himself in the corner?

The question was answered a moment later as the familiar form of the highest ranked Shinigami in existence stepped into the classroom. Feng was so shocked at the woman's casual appearance that he compltely forgot to stand up and bow.

Firing a glance at Shinsei he spoke in a hushed tone. "Did you know she was coming?"


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Despite the awkward silence hidden beneath the idle chatter Malix felt relaxed, yes it was a small gathering and the social implications were still an issue. He felt like this time things might actually happen this time around.


Though the silence for him was broken when Tachi popped in, immediately he was faced with a greeting. "Eh, I've been training a bit. Mostly focused on getting things back in order." He responded as his voice cracked a bit from the sudden response. "I'm sure we can find some time for another match after all this." Waving his hand to the room he gestured towards the few he recognized from the first meeting. "only a few I met once, so not really."

Taking this time he made note of the newer faces. "The only ones I haven't seen before here are you and the woman there." Feeling the tap on his shoulder he looked to his side to read the paper Tachi had displayed for him, it looked like Bakudo. Unfortunately anything outside of Hado was still foreign to him, so he quickly shook his head in response to the question. "Sorry bud, unless it involves blowing things ups you'll have to ask someone else."

Returning his gaze to the room he noticed the Captain Commander pop her head in for a moment, which made him remember the strain from the other day he'd put on himself. Quick moments of the training flashed through his mind as he waited for more of Tachi's questions, or the club to finally start. Waiting he was good at, small talk though was a bit problematic still.

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While her brother had excellent Reiatsu perception, the same could not be said for Zâbel. For all intents and purposes one might even say she was no better than a raw recruit in the Academy. She had performed the bare minimums during her training phase and focused her talents, such as they were, upon those areas that she found to be of interest. In her more youthful days this seemed like the way to approach her life, but as is so often the case time was teaching her the error of her ways. But damn it was hard to make the changes after such a long and unproductive century of being stuck in her ways.

'Manners, yes. Those are certainly of use', she advised herself internally. Murmuring her thanks to Shinsei for the name tag, she slipped the lanyard over her head, her hands flipping up her pony tail in the back to hang without hindrance down between her shoulders. She let her grey eyes scan the room as she walked into the classroom but before she finished her cursory glance, she received quite the surprise. Despite her weak perceptions, she did detect Moriya before she saw him. Were it possible for her skin to become a whiter shade of pale, she certainly would have been the color of driven snow. How she managed to cross the room and take a seat at one of the desks she could never really say. It was fortunate though for it was doubtful she would have done other than to stand in the way of the Captain Commander, blocking the door like an immovable statue, when the woman arrived unexpectedly.

The people whispering to each other over the sudden arrival of Kasumi, those already discussing topics of interest or munching on the free cookies, all went unnoticed by the reclusive woman as her mind filled with a furious serious of questions. 'What was he doing here? When did he become a Shinigami? Where has he been all these years?' were only but a few. Why he didn't immediately greet her never came to mind. Why he never let her know he had returned was not something she had to wonder either for she knew the answer to both. Her lips set into a thin line, pursed together severely as she gathered her thoughts and recovered her composure. Despite her internal panic at running into her brother for the first time in such a public place, in the midst of those who held authority over herself or had not squandered their existence but had rather honed their skills far surpassing her own, she did not bolt from the room.

A cleansing breath; inhaled slowly and let to slip back out from her lips as they eased into a more relaxed pose, she brought her hands together in her lap and clenched her fingers together. 'Public appearances were important, weren't they', she advised herself once more. 'Be...professional...observe, gather data and comment on topic when appropriate', she ticked off her plan of attack for the situation even while the laughter of her inner spirit venting his amusement caused her skin to flush.

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Tachi, relaxed into his seat, while his outward appearance was open and friendly, within his brain was taking everyone in and judging a measuring them. His sixth sense made the hairs on the back of his head stand up as he felt Murat approach the room, his eyes instantly shifting to the doorway as pigeon hole was filled with said pigeon. The young shinigami was still unsure of the older man, while he had been extremely helpful in the defence of the academy, he was also the reason Tachi refused to use his shikai. The nightmares he had brought forth from him were shocking to say the least, he caught Malix's words just as he snapped back to focus. “Ohh, right. I forgot you specialize in the more... explosive aspects of kidou.” He gave a friendly smile accompanied by a soft chuckle just as he felt waves of energy coming through the hall, a small lump of saliva formed in his throat as small bits of sweat beaded upon his brow.
He had sensed her reiatsu before, there was only one shinigami he knew like this, Kasumi. He quickly stood just as Kasumi popped into the room, giving a bow to the Captain Commander even with his head down he could almost feel her gaze upon him. He wondered just how much she knew, it was Alexander's job to report directly to her so he wouldn't be terribly surprised if she knew his little secret. He quickly went back into his seat and leaned back balancing on two legs, “Well Malix, I mean I'm not the greatest at bakudo but I could show you a few basic things if your interested. It could come in handy in combat.” He avoided the topic of the Captain Commander like the plaque and hoped his 'friend' wouldn't push the topic on him.
He gave the room another scan, the group was composed of a pretty good range of shinigami from different walks of life. A small smirk appeared on Tachi's face even against his will, a small tic of his that he could never really suppress or at least not for very long. “Wonder when things are going to start?” His gaze turned to Moriya who seemed to be in charge keeping tabs for a signal that things were about to start. Tachi was thankful that so far his spirit had decided not to interrupt and for once he might get to enjoy a afternoon with a few peers.

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" Really? Nobody's gonna run up to kiss ass to the Captain Commander? Kids these days," lamented Murat as he watched the room murmur. Grunting as he got up from his seat, holding his risen position in a brief respectful bow, he couldn't help but wonder if they were simply too scared to approach her. He sure as hell had been a little intimidated by her presence when they first met, and she was 'just' a seated officer in Second at that time.

"Right away, ma'am," he said as he strode over to meet her in the doorway, nodding to the table in apology as he walked. Shuffling past a dark-haired female Shinigami he did not particularly recognize and offering a smile, he made his way out to the hallway and found Kasumi at the registration desk.

"I must say, they are a slight bit more organized than last time I attended one of these things. This might well prove to be a useful resource for training some of our in-need members," he mused, coming to stop in front of her. Looking up at his Commander, an act which he had gotten used to in the last few months, he shrugged and said, "At least I hope as much. Regardless, is there anything I can assist you with?"

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OOC: Didn't realize I was up/holding the thread up! Sorry about that! Might touch this up a bit with some more internal musings, but the key information is necessary to continue!

The only one who seemed to react to her presence was ironically enough Tachi. She gave the young Shinigami a faint smile before making room for Murat to exit the room. Some eyes had been looking into her direction but she was used to being seen by now. “That’s good to hear,” she nodded. While the Third had to be the one to be busy with Kidō related things, she could imagine that there were those from other divisions interested in the matter and felt something like a club less pressing to attend during their free time.

“Yes, in fact you can.” A little smile crossed her lips. The thought appeared like one of the type who would bring things to fruition, hence, she didn’t let it go. “Seeing that you’re attending this gathering, I need you to look out for someone.” Indicating for him to follow her so they wouldn’t be standing at the door – besides, she didn’t need for the whole room to know what she was about to ask her Fourth seat.

Once there was sufficient space between them and the entrance to the club room, she stopped and turned to face the officer. Her eyes gave away the fact that this had to stay between them. While her gaze wasn’t icy, it wasn’t shining mischievously like it sometimes did.

“Omoki Tachi, is the one you’ll have to pay some extra attention to. If he shows any signs of.. being different then I want to hear about it.” Crossing her arms in front of her chest she waited for Murat to either wordlessly agree or pose his questions. If Alexander had been doing his job then she wouldn’t have to ask this of Murat right now. Unfortunately, as things were, she didn’t trust for the other officer to have made the necessary arrangements. Just thinking about it caused her a headache. If the man would keep up being as reckless and unprofessional as he was, then he would be looking at another department quite quickly.

Luckily, Murat knew how things worked.


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Ooc: if someone wants to talk to Kas, feel free to do so~
[Not sure if they’ve met yet with Fang at this point?]

"No problem." Feng replied distractedly as Shinsei took the tea and cookies from him. Even as he spoke Feng was still glancing towards the Captain Commander. She was speaking with that man, the First Division Member, Murat before they both left the room. Probably to discuss more secretive matters that required the attention of both the leader of the Gotei and one of her officers. Curiosity clawed at his mind as he wondered what they man and woman could be talking about. Feng wasn't an ambitious man certainly not when it came to rank and well it was hard to be when he was just out of the Academy. Still being higher up the totem poll would mean getting easier access to the going ons of the Gotei. Something which he was immensely inquisitive about.

It occurred to the martial artist that Murat was very well connected. During the first meeting he arrived with the former Captain of the Third Division in tow, Walkren Dekharr, and now he came to the second meeting with Captain-Commander Kasumi Shinoda, or Chinda depending on who you asked. This man certainly liked to fly high and Feng couldn't help but be a little envious of that. How much influence did having the ears of such powerful people give him? How much danger did it put him in? No doubt the benefits came with equal disadvantages.

With the woman and the officer both out of sight Feng turned his attention back to his companion. He smiled with amusement as Shinsei tried to respond while eating causing the man to shake his head slightly. "Yes I imagine it must be." he agreed. "Although what would be so important that the two of them would knowingly meet here. I mean the Officer clearly was aware that the Captain-Commander would be coming." he noted.

Feng ran his gaze over the room with a curious expression. Had it something to do with the Kidō Club? That didn't seem like the most likely reason. More likely the Captain, or rather Acting Captain, of the Third would be the one who'd have interest in such a gathering. In fact Feng had come here today hoping to see Shigure but that hope didn't seem to be coming to fruition. So then why? Was she, or rather were they both, here to keep an eye on someone? On multiple someones? He couldn't imagine anyone in this room was significant enough. From the meeting organiser right down to Feng himself there didn't appear to be any Shinigami of importance.

A finger tapped rhythmically, albeit gently, against the cup of tea he was holding. Ultimately however he wasn't going to work it out, he had neither enough information to work out what was happening and possibly he wasn't shrewd enough to decipher it either. It wasn't as if Feng was an adept political analyst and if he was honest with himself he didn't even know how the senior Shinigami thought, their way of seeing the world was likely very different from his own.

Mentally casting it aside for now he turned his gaze to Moriya who had been exceedingly quiet and passive during the gathering so far. Nodding towards the male Kohara he nudged Shinsei with his elbow.

"Do you know much about him?" he asked quietly "He hasn't said anything and I'm not sure how much longer he is going to wait before he even addresses those who've gathered here never mind start the meeting itself."

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Total WC: 1658

OOC: Let's say Feng and Kas have met by this point to keep things simple.

Everyone is in place and the turnout was everything as he would expect. Not too big to shout over, but not too small to warrant a class closure. The issues now were that of two people: Her sister and the Captain Commander. Although it is possible that the Captain Commander was here for other reasons, but her presence edged him ever so slightly towards nervousness.

With a heavy sigh and a gaze at the notes made, fixing the list of paper before using his palms as a bracket before finally tapping the desk with his right. He righted himself and with a sharp gaze he began his dialogue.

“Thank you all for coming. The club today is going to be one hour long, but it is very likely that it will be reduced pending on questions,” he spoke clearly and formal. His eyes gazed at the group but he couldn’t help but wondering that he is missing something.

“My name Kohara Moriya and welcome.” He extend his arm out at Shinsei, “we will be going around in clockwise and I would like you all to introduce yourself, what squad you hail from and which Kidou would you like to improve or innovate?”

His speech was short and precise. What he mostly cares for was information. He wanted to know all these people who have arrived today, their potential skill. He felt the need to make a passing mention to her sister, Zabel but he felt it was wrong and disastrous to spill family issues into something good.

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