The New Transfer [Social, Closed]

The morning was fairly usual one for Alexander Kuma-Hebi, Captain of Squad 3. Breakfast, training, orange juice, paper work. That was how it went every day, so why would it be any different today? But it would. In his office, Alexander took a seat, and pulled out his ledger. The office itself was not too spacious one. Both left and right walls were covered with book shelves, though only right ones held books. left ones held folders and everything. Records. Basically all paperwork of Squad 3 that was done by Alerxander was kept there, a copy of it at least. Third wall, which was opposite of the door, was plain wall with a big window. In front of window was chair, not unlike the chairs that top managers and head honchos of big Human World companies used themselves. There was a mighty, big wooden desk that was accompanying it, because Alexander needed to write somewhere. Directly in front of it, there were two armchairs. They were set to face each other, touching Alexander's desk with one side. Between them, was a small table, and on it, a glass chess set. Red carpet which covered entire floor was there to give a subtle finish to Alexander's beloved office. Really, that was it, save for one thing. Behind Alexander's chair, on the wall with window, there were a bunch of swords hung, at least a piece of every type of sword ever used. It was crowded, really, by the swords, so to say. But, there were main decoration. Swords. And Gotei 13 insignias. There were a lot of them everywhere.

But, lets get back to Alexander's "ledger". it was a small black book, and a centerpiece of his entire planning. Everything he did, he wrote in there. He also wrote stuff in advance, to serve as a reminder. It was practical, and made things easier. He often forgot small time stuff he had to do, which he couldn't just drop on his subordinates. So he kept track of it like this. Opening page with today's date, Alexander read through list he wrote. It consisted of writing monthly report for Captain Commander, filling a requisition form for new training equipment, and a note about new Third Seat transfer, Kisaku Oroki. Alexander sighed. He got the urge to facepalm himself. He forgot about that transfer he signed. He summoned a Squad meeber who was serving as his attendant, and ordered him to relay the request for meeting to Kisaku. After he sent of his attendant, he went and dug through folders and files on shelves until he fount what he looked for. Record of Kisaku Oroki. It was a thing Alexander always did. He had records of every single of his Squad members. As he read through Kisaki's, he even realized why was it that he accepted transfer. It was because he wanted to award him, so to speak, for being strong Shinigami, rising in ranks already, better than many, while having a disability of being blind.

To Alexander, that was a proof of good talent, and hard work. High potential too. That was why he decided to take Kisaku Oroki in. To make him grow to the height of his powers. One would expect of elitist, xenophobe, racist like Alexander to be cruel and reject such men. He was never like that. To him, it was from another perspective. You have disability and you still have become a Shinigami? That means you got potential. Serious potential. If you got that, then you may end up being a factor in reestablishing Shinigami supremacy. With such line of thoughts in his head, Alexander awaited his new Third Seat. He was running late, but Alexander was not annoyed. Punctuality wasn't his thing either, so he never called others out for lack of it. Eventually, though, Kisaki showed up. He opened door in eastern manner, because, well, Alexander never bothered changing door to a normal western door. So he found Kisaki kneeling, bowing his head, and addressing him: "Forgive my lateness, Captain. I am Oroki, Kisaku. Your new Third Seat." Well, Alexander was glad he showed up. Now he had a chance to analyze his new Third Seat. A file could only say so much. Conversation could tell so much more.

A man before him was young, slender, of small stature. To Alexander, it already indicated he was not a Hakuda fighter, but rather a Kido user. But it was not that important. Conversation was. "There is nothing to apologize for Kisaku." Alexander spoke that out softly. His tone of voice was welcoming, caring. "Get up, please. Come in and sit. One step to the left, six steps forward. It's were you will find an armchair. And please, close the door behind you." Alexander was already patronizing. Well, he couldn't do anything about it. He card for his subordinates after all. At least until they got in his way in the middle of fight. But they all knew not to interfere with his fights already. Giving Kisaku time to settle in armchair, Alexander sketched out a few questions he wanted answered in his head. "Now, I will be straight. We need to know about each other. Once we accomplish that, chain of command will grow stronger, and we will be more efficient. And also, I don't want to have an officer I do not trust. So, If you are okay with it, we can do it like this. For every my question you answer, you can ask me one. Shall we begin? Lets then begin with a simple one: Why did you request transfer to Squad 3 to become Third Seat? You could have just get promoted in your previous squad."

OOC: Alexander speaks in seagreen.

Kisaku's answer was not entirely what Alexander expected. "I wanted to expand my experience in working with different kinds of people, sir. New experiences keep the mind sharp, I think..." That was an amusing way to put the reasons for joining Squad 3, the Cursed Squad. It was a squad where people usually didn't last long, due to it's line of duties, and particularly because all previous Captains recently were just dying, and not managing to create a system to keep people alive. They allowed people getting seated positions while being on a level that was not adequate. That is why Alexander was trying to change things, break the curse. He set up rules and stuff, regarding promotions too. But, one thing was definite. And he said that to Kisaku. "Different kinds of people? In our Squad, and it's line of duties, I see only two kinds. Those who know how to survive, and those who don't. Living people, and walking dead. It might sound scary, but in reality, it is like it is. You cannot change that." It was indeed like that. Getting sent to Human World these days without knowing what awaits you... It was a death sentence unless you know exactly what you are doing. And Squad 3 personnel was always being sent out like that. It was their duty. It was undeniable. And deadly, often. Casualties were numerous.

But having said all that, Alexander keenly awaited to hear what Kisaku would ask him, the choice of question would be a great indicator to Alexander regarding personality of his new officer. "Why did you accept my transfer to be your officer?" That was in line. In line with what Alexander expected. That kind of question was a good prelude for more serious conversation. Alexander had no trouble answering it though, not in the slightest. "It's simple, really. I accepted you because of your talent. Do not be surprised, really. It is not easy at all to rise to the rank of Third Seat. And with your condition, difficulty is multiplied by ten. So, if you got that far, I will take you with me, even farther. Don't let this scare you, but I will pull out every ounce of potential from you and make you improve. Whether you like it... or not. But that in just one reason. There is another. You are blind. You may think of it as a curse. But in these cursed days of bloodshed... It is a blessing, not to see it." Alexander's tone, while still soft, grew a bit darker during those last few sentences. He sighed, and then continued. "Those were my reasons... No more, no less. Now it is my turn to ask, so please tell me... How do you fight? What is your strongest, and what is your weakest area?"