Post by Hazuki Tsukimiya on Dec 31, 2017 20:59:59 GMT -5
Routine had defined Hazuki’s day thus far; the dull grind of prescheduled administrative activity that, while necessary, didn’t require much thought. The Public Safety Office simply functioned, and like any machine it only required any real attention when something went wrong. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours, and while the monotony may have frayed at the edges of a lesser mind, Hazuki soldiered on in silence. Case notes were reviewed and stamped with approval, mid-level warrants for arrests were issued, and the constant gnawing at the back of her mind was ignored.
Not, as it happened, so successfully.
The sudden and inexplicable homesickness had lingered long after her brief and unsatisfying encounter with the ambitious but misguided Second Division officer, so much that Hazuki had actually decided to take a dose of Sakurazuki’s petals that evening in order to take her mind off it. It hadn’t helped. Quite the opposite, in fact—her Zanpakutō had insisted on talking about it, which is precisely what they ended up doing.
She had been in a strange state of mind ever since. It was as if a thick pane of glass had materialized, separating her from the rest of Seireitei at large, insulating her. Now, more than when she had first arrived at this alien Seireitei, she felt like she was a stranger in a strange land.
Growing ever more distant. Preoccupied.
She sighed, the pen in her hand hovering an inch above the paper she was supposed to sign. The muted bustle of one of Seireitei’s main thoroughfares outside filled the room and her mind wandered.
‘Director?’
She snapped to attention with a sharp intake of breath, grey eyes flicking to the head poking in through the door.
‘Visitor for you. Should I send him in?’
Hazuki set the pen down softly, eyeing her desk almost suspiciously.
‘No,’ she said, after a brief pause. ‘Have him meet me in the courtyard.’
The officer nodded and disappeared, leaving the door slightly ajar. In a way, Hazuki welcomed the distraction, though it wasn’t as if she hadn’t known it was coming, it had just... Slipped her mind. She personally screened all applicants, after all, and this appointment had been scheduled well in advance.
She screwed the cap back onto the pen and tucked it into the folds of her uniform, then rose from her seat, relishing the opportunity to move around. The laps in the pool she had done as usual that morning seemed like an age ago, and she took a long and steady breath before reaching for her sword, suddenly aware of an idle desire to use it.
Later, she thought to herself and headed out, closing the door of her office behind her before setting off in the direction of the main lobby.
The midday sunlight was a welcome change, as was the slight chill in the air. Sheathed sword in hand, she stopped just outside the door and closed her eyes, letting the cool air fill her lungs once, twice, three times. When at last she opened her eyes again—the dark circles underneath as prominent as ever—she felt refreshed. She made for a nearby bench and sat down, awaiting her visitor.
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Not, as it happened, so successfully.
The sudden and inexplicable homesickness had lingered long after her brief and unsatisfying encounter with the ambitious but misguided Second Division officer, so much that Hazuki had actually decided to take a dose of Sakurazuki’s petals that evening in order to take her mind off it. It hadn’t helped. Quite the opposite, in fact—her Zanpakutō had insisted on talking about it, which is precisely what they ended up doing.
She had been in a strange state of mind ever since. It was as if a thick pane of glass had materialized, separating her from the rest of Seireitei at large, insulating her. Now, more than when she had first arrived at this alien Seireitei, she felt like she was a stranger in a strange land.
Growing ever more distant. Preoccupied.
She sighed, the pen in her hand hovering an inch above the paper she was supposed to sign. The muted bustle of one of Seireitei’s main thoroughfares outside filled the room and her mind wandered.
‘Director?’
She snapped to attention with a sharp intake of breath, grey eyes flicking to the head poking in through the door.
‘Visitor for you. Should I send him in?’
Hazuki set the pen down softly, eyeing her desk almost suspiciously.
‘No,’ she said, after a brief pause. ‘Have him meet me in the courtyard.’
The officer nodded and disappeared, leaving the door slightly ajar. In a way, Hazuki welcomed the distraction, though it wasn’t as if she hadn’t known it was coming, it had just... Slipped her mind. She personally screened all applicants, after all, and this appointment had been scheduled well in advance.
She screwed the cap back onto the pen and tucked it into the folds of her uniform, then rose from her seat, relishing the opportunity to move around. The laps in the pool she had done as usual that morning seemed like an age ago, and she took a long and steady breath before reaching for her sword, suddenly aware of an idle desire to use it.
Later, she thought to herself and headed out, closing the door of her office behind her before setting off in the direction of the main lobby.
The midday sunlight was a welcome change, as was the slight chill in the air. Sheathed sword in hand, she stopped just outside the door and closed her eyes, letting the cool air fill her lungs once, twice, three times. When at last she opened her eyes again—the dark circles underneath as prominent as ever—she felt refreshed. She made for a nearby bench and sat down, awaiting her visitor.
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