[C] Prep Work [Closed, Osamu]

He was in the training courtyard of the Fifth Division, a place he'd come to frequent while on a quest to hone his swordsmanship, when he'd got word of an mission he had been assigned to. A jigokucho fluttered his direction, catching his attention and pulling him from his training session. He held out his arm, extending a finger for the butterfly to land to transmit its message. A sense of pride swelled in his as he learned his place among a three man detachment. Never had he been part of an official team so small, and so perhaps he was finally being recognized as the powerful asset he was. Or perhaps he was being sent as fodder to accomplish whatever means were beyond his understanding.

Whatever the case, he was instructed to return to the Second for additional briefing. With haste, he excused himself from the Fifth's training grounds and made his way back to his own division. The message had said very little of the other two that would be joining him, so he was plenty eager to learn what position he might occupy among the trio, and was certain they would have ample time to learn of, and learn from one another before they set out on what may end up a perilous assignment.

When he finally arrived at the Second Division's headquarters, he had little time to wipe the sweat from his brow before a squad mate was instructing him to head to another part of the complex to meet up a teammate on his upcoming assignment. Thankfully, he wasn't far from where he had to be, and he relaxed his pace a great deal from what it had been earlier. He took this time to dab the moisture from his face, but that did little to remove the rose from his cheeks, a trait of mild exhaustion only time -- and lots of air conditioning -- would remedy.

He strode into the lobby and saw a few individuals seated, all doing something to occupy their time. None caught his attention except a single individual in particular whose power, even relaxed, seemed to dwarf anyone nearby. There was something about it, and him as he flipped through a collection of papers, eyes trained on their contents. Even while seated, his posture was rigid and defined, a serious and stern look painted across his face. He had a frame that he could tell was similar, if significantly fuller, than his own. He was certain this individual was the one he was meant to meet, and consulted the receptionist for confirmation. She confirmed his suspicion and also gave him a name by which to address him.

He strode across the room, his footsteps silent, or near enough silent, a trait common among the foot soldiers and combat able of the Second, and a trait Osamu was very much proud of. He was confident he'd never even heard him approach before he began speaking.

"Alain Merrick? Sorry to have kept you waiting," he was actually quite proud of the time it took him to cross the distance between the Fifth and Second Divisions, so he doubted he had waited long despite his sentiments. "My name is Osamu Shimazu, and I will be accompanying you and one other on our upcoming assignment," he caught a glance of the contents of the document Alain was sifting through, and he concluded it had something or another to do with a target. He had seen plenty of character reports to spot the difference between a report for someone wanted versus another type of report on an individual.

Truth be told, he knew absolutely nothing about their upcoming mission. By nature, Osamu was always on the move. He took extra patrol shifts his fellow Shinigami managed to give up, or he'd find his time being occupied elsewhere. It was for that reason specifically he hadn't even found out about his mission assignment until however long ago he was at the Fifth's grounds. He assumed Alain was here to get him up to speed, but it seemed Alain was already deep into the nitty gritty details of their assignment. He, for a moment, was disappointed in himself for not being like his peers and staying a little less active, but wrote it all off because he figured he was at least being productive in other ways.

"Come, follow me outside so we can talk," he said, gesturing for Alain to rise and follow him out the door. If they were going to discuss their mission, they'd do it in the absence of enclosed spaces. He much preferred, after all, to stay on the move.

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The duo walked together at an even pace outside and into the warm air of the Seireitei, their sandals clacking against the stone paved streets of their headquarters. They'd made it a good distance away before he'd asked him to continue. He waited a beat or two before answering, "So, what is it we're up against? I only just learned of my assignment, and the details were vague," his eyes flicked to the dossier he was holding in his arms, "but it seems you've had a little more time than I have."

The whole time as they walked, he was observing him head to toe, prying at him with his spiritual sense, trying to gather any relevant information from the way he reacted to him, the way he carried himself, the way he responded. He lived a life practically devoid of sleep, giving him plenty of extra time with which to fill to escape his horrid spirit. In that time, he'd taken to studying the particularities of the individuals surrounding him. How did power and position shape an individual in what was, oversimplified, a superhuman military? While he certainly had power, neither of them had position. Would the gap in power separate them, or would their unity in being rankles unite them in a bid to further themselves, together, to advancement?

He was always intent on proving himself, after all.

"What can you tell me of our target?" The more he knew, the better. He imagined that since he'd read through it already, he could just toss the highlights his way for a quick and painless run through. When he had all the details, he'd have a much clearer idea of where he may fit in among the group, and then preparations could be undertaken towards that end. While they were out and about, it probably would be a good idea to swing by the final teammate at some point, but they'd get there later.

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