Post by Alain Merrick on Sept 29, 2017 14:37:41 GMT -5
Fifteen minutes after eight o’clock and his shift had finally ended. It had been eight long, boring hours of routine check ups and pointless meetings. Fortunately, he had been able to spend part of his time reading, reviewing notes and tending to private medical matters. The Vaizard information was still being denied to him, but other avenues had presented themselves. Specifically, there was the captive which he had taken into his possession after the assault on lab station six. He was still sifting through the information which he had learned from the man prior to turning them over to Second Division. Alain would also like to know what they may have discovered, but it was unlikely that they would be willing to share information with an unseated member of another division. This was why he had to interrogate the man alone. How fortunate he had been to be in the human world at the time. Even having to work with a hollow had wound up working to his benefit. It would have been much harder hiding his prisoner in Soul Society and amongst the prying eyes of his peers.
When he rounded the corner to the barracks entrance, the sun was already high overhead and shining brightly. In other words, it was blinding and pissing him off as he hustled to duck inside the building. The Third Division medic wanted nothing more than to get some sleep as he marched along the corridor to his room, the last door on the right. Glancing at the handle as always, it appeared to be undisturbed. Despite the lack of damage to the doorknob and lock, he was still curious if any of his peers had went snooping. Besides, a careful thief would adequately cover their tracks leaving no damage whatsoever. It wasn’t like the lock was designed to keep people out anyway. Merrick didn't consider himself paranoid, but he made certain to keep any sensitive material hidden at Josephine’s house. He was relatively confident that her residence was still a secret even if he could be one hundred percent sure. More importantly, he felt that his connection to it, remained unknown.
He honestly didn’t know why he even bothered to lock the door. Perhaps it was simply habit at this point. Unlocking the door swiftly, he turned the handle and stepped inside. The curtains of his lone window were closed, doing their utmost to keep the morning light from invading his domain. Removing the new satchel from his shoulder, he tossed it on the bed. His aim was off slightly, so instead of landing in the center, the canvas bag hit closer to the edge, rebounding slightly as it fell to the floor. Dammit. As he leaned down to retrieve the bag, he noticed a folded piece of parchment on the ground. “Hmm.” He let the satchel remain on the floor as he scooped up the paper. Why someone would choose to contact him at his quarters over the hospital was beyond him. Let us see what bad news awaits me.
And here I was hoping to get some sleep. Glancing at the desk clock, he saw he had about forty minutes until nine if he wanted to take the woman up on her offer. He really would have preferred to rest, but how often did opportunities like this come along. Likewise, his efforts fixing her home were probably fresh on her mind. This would probably translate to her trying harder for his benefit. He would be foolish to waste their current dynamic. However, the words “hope to see you soon” left him confused. To the best of his recollection, no one hoped to see him. It made him wonder why she would be any different. Perhaps he would ask her about it if the answer didn’t become apparent upon seeing her again. She had also been promoted. That tidbit of information left him conflicted, but he quickly pushed it from his thoughts. Guess I should grab a quick bite to eat. After grabbing Yui’s book, Merrick swung by the Third Division commissary for a small breakfast. When the wall clock read ten minutes until nine, he exited the building. A few flash steps later, he was standing outside the door of her tiny home. It was every bit as pitiful of a structure as he remembered. Rapping on the hard wooden surface, he was surprised that it could withstand the force.
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When he rounded the corner to the barracks entrance, the sun was already high overhead and shining brightly. In other words, it was blinding and pissing him off as he hustled to duck inside the building. The Third Division medic wanted nothing more than to get some sleep as he marched along the corridor to his room, the last door on the right. Glancing at the handle as always, it appeared to be undisturbed. Despite the lack of damage to the doorknob and lock, he was still curious if any of his peers had went snooping. Besides, a careful thief would adequately cover their tracks leaving no damage whatsoever. It wasn’t like the lock was designed to keep people out anyway. Merrick didn't consider himself paranoid, but he made certain to keep any sensitive material hidden at Josephine’s house. He was relatively confident that her residence was still a secret even if he could be one hundred percent sure. More importantly, he felt that his connection to it, remained unknown.
He honestly didn’t know why he even bothered to lock the door. Perhaps it was simply habit at this point. Unlocking the door swiftly, he turned the handle and stepped inside. The curtains of his lone window were closed, doing their utmost to keep the morning light from invading his domain. Removing the new satchel from his shoulder, he tossed it on the bed. His aim was off slightly, so instead of landing in the center, the canvas bag hit closer to the edge, rebounding slightly as it fell to the floor. Dammit. As he leaned down to retrieve the bag, he noticed a folded piece of parchment on the ground. “Hmm.” He let the satchel remain on the floor as he scooped up the paper. Why someone would choose to contact him at his quarters over the hospital was beyond him. Let us see what bad news awaits me.
Hello again, it’s Yui. I wonder if you have time today (around nine) for those cooking lessons I owe you, because I know I have been busy lately and have today off. I’d also like to know if you are done with my book perhaps? No rush, but I hope to see you soon.
Yui Shokotsuki
Seated Officer of the Second Division
Yui Shokotsuki
Seated Officer of the Second Division
And here I was hoping to get some sleep. Glancing at the desk clock, he saw he had about forty minutes until nine if he wanted to take the woman up on her offer. He really would have preferred to rest, but how often did opportunities like this come along. Likewise, his efforts fixing her home were probably fresh on her mind. This would probably translate to her trying harder for his benefit. He would be foolish to waste their current dynamic. However, the words “hope to see you soon” left him confused. To the best of his recollection, no one hoped to see him. It made him wonder why she would be any different. Perhaps he would ask her about it if the answer didn’t become apparent upon seeing her again. She had also been promoted. That tidbit of information left him conflicted, but he quickly pushed it from his thoughts. Guess I should grab a quick bite to eat. After grabbing Yui’s book, Merrick swung by the Third Division commissary for a small breakfast. When the wall clock read ten minutes until nine, he exited the building. A few flash steps later, he was standing outside the door of her tiny home. It was every bit as pitiful of a structure as he remembered. Rapping on the hard wooden surface, he was surprised that it could withstand the force.
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