I was used to writing speech between "-" marks and thoughts between '-'marks, I hope this isn't all too different from how it's done on this forum. Also, I included little dialogue and combat in the sample, if you want me to still add those I will.
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It was night. Now, this it is certainly not unusual, it being a night and all. Most certainly not, however, walking trough the eleventh division at night was a completely different matter. Had you attempted to do this, say, a thousand years earlier a lot of harsh eyes would have been following your every step.
Not this night though, nor the last one or any other for the past years. It was a while ago that the eleventh had been the rough, hard backbone it was supposed to be. Although the squad had not lost much of its strength, the effects of years of what the tough guys called 'babysitting' had taken the edge of their blades.
Osamu both did and didn't care about this change. In his eyes, whether there were a bunch of die-hard mid- and high-ranking members around with a love for honest battle was no objection to wandering about at this hour. They didn't scare him, they couldn't. Even if Osamu could be scared they still wouldn't be much of a challenge.
While taking a stroll trough the deserted grounds where every spot that the moon's fragile rays couldn't reach was black and cold Osamu wondered about the state of things. It was a well known fact that their captain was a skilled old man, a ferocious opponent even when the illness left him hardly any air to breathe. Sadly for the man it was at least as well spread that he had only a handful of the high-ranking staff that would follow him into battle.
Ichiru, the squads eleventh seat was Osamu's best informed friend on such matters. Ichiru was most likely worthy one of the single-digit seats, yet would cut off his arm before handing over the eleventh seat of the eleventh division to a weaker guy than himself. Osamu valued this mentality highly and had he not passed on to the third position in a single leap he would happily have fought Ichiru for the spot.
It would be unfair to say Ichiru knew everything about the eleventh division, as he had a godawful dislike of paperwork and other 'trivial' matters. Though, if Osamu came to him asking for a troop of men to do some heavy work with or for him the list of likely volunteers, where they could be found, what their strengths were and who they could best be matched up with was impressive.
Stopping just within reach of the dojo's doors Osamu recited the names he had been given that afternoon. There were five of them, the only few who Osamu hadn't known of whether they would be transferred to another division or not. Their attitude was wrong, their power leaned on kidou too much but the old captain favoured them highly and thus Osamu couldn't continue with the reformation of the squad.
Near invisible in the long shadows behind him was one of them Osamu knew and a smile crept over Osamu's face when he thought of several ways to make clear he was not pleased to be kept an eye on. “Old man,” Osamu silently muttered while eyeing the only window from where light still shone, before raising his voice and telling his undesired companion:
“Having a shadow follow me is useless. I have been loyal to the division and it definitely is not mý fault the men prefer to follow me into hell rather than to have yet another of our Captain's weak training sessions. And..”
One flash step and a twist of the wrist had Osamu standing at the other side of the clearing with a short bald man lift up in the air. Smiling, as he knew the next thing would hurt the poor fellow in an.. educative way.
“..Perhaps you would like to report that to the respectable old man on a shortened notice?” Osamu asked but even had the poor fellow been able to speak the he most likely would have recognised the question as being retoric before feeling an almighty jerk on his robes send him sailing trough the night sky.
'Now, where was I?' Osamu thought as he resumed his stroll, 'Right, the division's decennial reformation.. I think that if the captain recognises incapability as extensive as being slung in trough a window on a stealth mission, he'll agree to sign the transfer.' Osamu's mind pondered over the other four on his list while he again got to the dojo's doors and, once inside, had a hell butterfly sent to Ichiru advising him to kindly look after his own pursuer too.
The next day they were both sent out for an extensive hollow eradication in the Rukongai that they enjoyed very much. Even if it was but a vein attempt to keep them as far away from the eleventh as possible, it was refreshing to be covered in hollow-blood as early the morning.
Of course neither of them used his shikai, Osamu didn't bother because it would make things too easy and they would be sent on another assignment as soon as they returned and Ichiru fought with his sealed sword, well, because Osamu didn't, really.
Wed Jan 02, 2013 5:26 am by 
