Post by MrDoctorDo on Dec 13, 2015 7:04:48 GMT -5
(OoC: A very hopeful meeting between the notorious Squad 4 Captain, and a possible asset for her Medical Corps. Aside from mutual interest in mind expanding drugs, outlandishly stylish clothes, and medicine...and upbringing, job description, illegal affiliations, and probation officers...seriously, why the f*ck has a thread not happened sooner? Whateves. Training Sesh start now.)
"What the hell is up with this package?!", blurted a 4th Division squadee to his counterpart. The other replying with a groan, "I don't know, and I'm not paid enough to care. Just keep going!" Out came a heave as each of them stumbled and wobbled a rather large parcel through the halls. The destination? The office of none other than Captain Rose, infamous head of the Medical and Support Squad. The delivery itself proved quite troubling for even two able bodied laborers. Despite the cumbersome heft of the item, it was also quite oddly shaped. There is no way around it...it looked like a body. Well, more like a mummy.
A thin looking figure wrapped tightly with packing paper bandages. Too bad this one didn't come with a sarcophagus! One with handles! Maybe! Whatever...postage rates are bulls***. In the end, the fellows were nice enough to get it where it needed to be. Or, close enough. The seating area just outside the Captain's Office. Dropping it down into a spare seat. Making it look like a bundled occupant. From there it was a hurried shuffle that lead the men back to their usual duties. Which left the body alone an unattended, for a while. Thankfully there weren't any smells escaping from it. Can't imagine how that might blow over. Mmm...probably whichever way the cross breeze was flowing through the room. Anyways!
For someone as important and as busy as a Captain, there is a need for constant manpower and assistance. Many commanders utilize their Vice Captains in this respect. A practice growing more and more common among the newer lines of leadership. However, in this regard, Squad 4 was lacking. There was no Vice Captain. No second-in-command or first-in-servitude, if you will. To that end, in accordance with typical Division procedure, there was a contingent of workers. Staffers who alternate the special duty of assisting the Captain in daily functions. Nothing so glamorous as creating edicts, but certainly carrying them out. Answering calls and taking letters. Scheduling appointments and apologizing when they are forgotten or ignored. The boring stuff. Even collecting packages that might be delivered to the Squad or her commander.
Speaking of such responsibilities..."What the f...", Ito whispered under her breath. Hazel eyes staring sternly at the seated corpse. Her stern expression filled with equal parts aggravation, curiosity, and...just utter disgust. I mean, the s*** was really creepy. Ito had consigned to just be bored and annoyed all day. She hated being a secretary. Hated being alone in the waiting area. She even dislikes most of the other people she rotates with. After finally getting a break from catching up on someone else's' laziness, she returns to her post to find a body in a chair! Was it a prank? Was it a person? A doll? An actual cadaver?! She just started, keeping a safe distance and a reception's desk between it and her. She told herself that she could just ignore it. If it was a prank, she wasn't involved. If it was a person, they would get bored with being ignored. If it was a dead guy...well, she hoped it wasn't that.
A little time would pass. No work would get done. No matter what she did to drown out the creepy feeling crawling up and down her spine, nothing worked. Her eyes would dart back up to it every so often. Looking away just as quickly. Sooooo uncomfortable. Finally, she worked up some nerve. Nothing to difficult for a serious person like her. "Hey!" Only enough to yell, though. Not actually get closer. "I don't know what this is, but you should clear out, creep." Silence. Not a sound from the prankster. This only added more ire to Ito's resolve. "Hey! I said clear out! You don't want to be here with the Captain returns." Whenever that was. Keeping tabs on the Captain should be a chore for this duty, but doing so was more of a trial. No one never really knew for sure where their commander might be. In any case, it had no effect on the loiterer.
"You know what, I'm just going to call security." Still, nothing. Not even a fidget. Thus, further rage! "Alright!" Grabbing for the phone, she eagerly dialed in the connection. A streak of joy coming over her at the thought of bringing punishment down on the interloper’s stupid head. The triumph was all the more real once the ringing began. Unfortunately, this moment was cut short. Her eyes, now turned cold with irritation, began to lose their steely edge. Even as the phone rang on and on in her ear, she paid it less and less mind. For she could not bear to think of anything else. Nothing, except the body now shifting beneath the wrappings that bound it. A hooligan losing his nerve? Or...a corpse finding life again? ”Too late, pal. I’m already connected.” She said with righteous courage. ”Security will be coming for you sorry ass any minu…”
With the trailing of Ito’s voice, came a terrible gasp. A sound which cut through the air more like a shrill. An awful, painful noise which crawled out from beneath the packaging, A signal that preceded the parcel’s first real attempt to stand. An attempt...that was very successful. In a grotesque, flailing sort of way. The thin body violently lunged, and found itself falling forward onto the floor. A nasty spill, and yet it was already moving upright again. Awkward shifts and twists, bringing it back onto its feet. A little shuffle, and it was standing. Moving. Coming towards the only sounds in the room. Now, Ito couldn’t hear the phone ringing. All she could hear was the pounding of her heart. It drummed in her ear. Drowning out everything else. Only growing louder as the package creeped ever near.
One shaky, sliding step at a time. That same painful gasp which accompanied its revival repeating. Over and over. Its breaths labored; while Ito’s had stopped completely. Another wobbly step, another agonized breath. Another step, another breath. Closer and closer...”Security.” *gasp* ”FWAAAH!!” The creatures bundled head reared back. Ito’s arm stretched fully in a powerful pose. ”Who’s this?” The wireless phone flung with mighty, desperate force. Striking the beast’s covered face with impressive accuracy. ”Hello?” Delivering a terrible blow to the rogue delivery. Sending the thing flying back onto its ass. ”Seriously...is anyone there?” Clobbered to the ground, and struck motionless again. ”Well...that was very rude.”
A sharp voice spoke, with unbelievable amounts of condescension in the tone. With a jump, Ito turned to face the voice which rose up. An empty teacup gripped tightly in her hand. ”Is that how you treat the disabled around here?” Facing down the porcelain armed secretary was a fellow no less odd than the mummy she just vanquished. A shorter individual who was only barely as tall as her, despite being a boy. He wore the same black Shihakusho that she did, with the exception that his was partially covered by a white robe. The kind issued to SRDI members, to signify their affiliation with the Research division. Unfortunately, this difference in attire was the least noticeable thing about him. His face was covered with a thick foundation of black and white paint. So thick, that his skin was completely concealed from sight. Add to this, the paint was applied in a very intentional pattern.
That of a spiral; which centered itself on his left eye(Reference). The top of his head was shaved down to the scalp. Rather than a smooth cranium devoid of hair follicles, this fellow was rocking something a bit...different. Sprouting from the top of his head where two parallel rows of protrusions. They didn’t seem to break the skin, but certainly they were boney growths beneath it. Abnormalities in his skull that normal Shinigami certainly did not share. On closer examination, someone would notice that similar protrusions were scattered on his face. Obscured by the exaggerative makeup. These features were located exclusively on his cheekbones and chin. Making both sets of features seem sharper than normal. All of it making for one really odd looking hombre, but hey...the goons at the SRDI usually looked at least half this weird. At least this guy had the decency to try and mask the faults with makeup.
There came another moan from the wrapped up heap on the floor. ”What is wrong with him?! Is he with you?” With a sudden scowl, ”Of course not. If anything, it is with me.” The SRDI lackey strutted over and crouched down by the body. Taking a moment to notice the phone that was still ringing...damn security was worthless. All this commotion and they still hadn’t answered. ”FWAAUU!”, the body spewed. ”Why does he keep doing that?!”, she said clenching the teacup tighter. ”It is in pain. Have you never treated the injured before?...Is this not Squad 4?” The scientist reached into his pocket and pulled out a syringe.
Quickly gripping the protective cover in his teeth, and popping it off. Another moment and the needle sank through the paper wrappings. Clear liquid flowing into the flesh beneath. ”I...what are you doing to him?!” Ito spoke with sudden concern; while still unwilling to get closer. From there the groaning began to subside, and with a blank stare the newcomer turned back to her. Surprised a medical divisioner had to ask such a thing. ”It. I am sedating it.” Soon thereafter the body grew totally motionless and still. Watching the disturbing events unfold, Ito found herself having to repeat the key question, and more. ”Answer my questions! Who the hell are you? What the hell is it? And why are you here?!” Looking up with a sigh, the Shinigami reached over towards the package’s face. ”My name is Mika. SRDI researcher. And this…”, with a ripping sound resonating through the room, the body’s head was uncovered. Beneath the paper waited an almost identical face to Mika’s. Just not painted or horned. ”...is me. And we…” His lips curling in a playful smile, ”And we are here to have a long talk with your boss.” Giving a nod of his head, ”Fetch the Captain, would you?”
Meanwhile...inside the 4th Division
"What the hell is up with this package?!", blurted a 4th Division squadee to his counterpart. The other replying with a groan, "I don't know, and I'm not paid enough to care. Just keep going!" Out came a heave as each of them stumbled and wobbled a rather large parcel through the halls. The destination? The office of none other than Captain Rose, infamous head of the Medical and Support Squad. The delivery itself proved quite troubling for even two able bodied laborers. Despite the cumbersome heft of the item, it was also quite oddly shaped. There is no way around it...it looked like a body. Well, more like a mummy.
A thin looking figure wrapped tightly with packing paper bandages. Too bad this one didn't come with a sarcophagus! One with handles! Maybe! Whatever...postage rates are bulls***. In the end, the fellows were nice enough to get it where it needed to be. Or, close enough. The seating area just outside the Captain's Office. Dropping it down into a spare seat. Making it look like a bundled occupant. From there it was a hurried shuffle that lead the men back to their usual duties. Which left the body alone an unattended, for a while. Thankfully there weren't any smells escaping from it. Can't imagine how that might blow over. Mmm...probably whichever way the cross breeze was flowing through the room. Anyways!
For someone as important and as busy as a Captain, there is a need for constant manpower and assistance. Many commanders utilize their Vice Captains in this respect. A practice growing more and more common among the newer lines of leadership. However, in this regard, Squad 4 was lacking. There was no Vice Captain. No second-in-command or first-in-servitude, if you will. To that end, in accordance with typical Division procedure, there was a contingent of workers. Staffers who alternate the special duty of assisting the Captain in daily functions. Nothing so glamorous as creating edicts, but certainly carrying them out. Answering calls and taking letters. Scheduling appointments and apologizing when they are forgotten or ignored. The boring stuff. Even collecting packages that might be delivered to the Squad or her commander.
Speaking of such responsibilities..."What the f...", Ito whispered under her breath. Hazel eyes staring sternly at the seated corpse. Her stern expression filled with equal parts aggravation, curiosity, and...just utter disgust. I mean, the s*** was really creepy. Ito had consigned to just be bored and annoyed all day. She hated being a secretary. Hated being alone in the waiting area. She even dislikes most of the other people she rotates with. After finally getting a break from catching up on someone else's' laziness, she returns to her post to find a body in a chair! Was it a prank? Was it a person? A doll? An actual cadaver?! She just started, keeping a safe distance and a reception's desk between it and her. She told herself that she could just ignore it. If it was a prank, she wasn't involved. If it was a person, they would get bored with being ignored. If it was a dead guy...well, she hoped it wasn't that.
A little time would pass. No work would get done. No matter what she did to drown out the creepy feeling crawling up and down her spine, nothing worked. Her eyes would dart back up to it every so often. Looking away just as quickly. Sooooo uncomfortable. Finally, she worked up some nerve. Nothing to difficult for a serious person like her. "Hey!" Only enough to yell, though. Not actually get closer. "I don't know what this is, but you should clear out, creep." Silence. Not a sound from the prankster. This only added more ire to Ito's resolve. "Hey! I said clear out! You don't want to be here with the Captain returns." Whenever that was. Keeping tabs on the Captain should be a chore for this duty, but doing so was more of a trial. No one never really knew for sure where their commander might be. In any case, it had no effect on the loiterer.
"You know what, I'm just going to call security." Still, nothing. Not even a fidget. Thus, further rage! "Alright!" Grabbing for the phone, she eagerly dialed in the connection. A streak of joy coming over her at the thought of bringing punishment down on the interloper’s stupid head. The triumph was all the more real once the ringing began. Unfortunately, this moment was cut short. Her eyes, now turned cold with irritation, began to lose their steely edge. Even as the phone rang on and on in her ear, she paid it less and less mind. For she could not bear to think of anything else. Nothing, except the body now shifting beneath the wrappings that bound it. A hooligan losing his nerve? Or...a corpse finding life again? ”Too late, pal. I’m already connected.” She said with righteous courage. ”Security will be coming for you sorry ass any minu…”
With the trailing of Ito’s voice, came a terrible gasp. A sound which cut through the air more like a shrill. An awful, painful noise which crawled out from beneath the packaging, A signal that preceded the parcel’s first real attempt to stand. An attempt...that was very successful. In a grotesque, flailing sort of way. The thin body violently lunged, and found itself falling forward onto the floor. A nasty spill, and yet it was already moving upright again. Awkward shifts and twists, bringing it back onto its feet. A little shuffle, and it was standing. Moving. Coming towards the only sounds in the room. Now, Ito couldn’t hear the phone ringing. All she could hear was the pounding of her heart. It drummed in her ear. Drowning out everything else. Only growing louder as the package creeped ever near.
One shaky, sliding step at a time. That same painful gasp which accompanied its revival repeating. Over and over. Its breaths labored; while Ito’s had stopped completely. Another wobbly step, another agonized breath. Another step, another breath. Closer and closer...”Security.” *gasp* ”FWAAAH!!” The creatures bundled head reared back. Ito’s arm stretched fully in a powerful pose. ”Who’s this?” The wireless phone flung with mighty, desperate force. Striking the beast’s covered face with impressive accuracy. ”Hello?” Delivering a terrible blow to the rogue delivery. Sending the thing flying back onto its ass. ”Seriously...is anyone there?” Clobbered to the ground, and struck motionless again. ”Well...that was very rude.”
A sharp voice spoke, with unbelievable amounts of condescension in the tone. With a jump, Ito turned to face the voice which rose up. An empty teacup gripped tightly in her hand. ”Is that how you treat the disabled around here?” Facing down the porcelain armed secretary was a fellow no less odd than the mummy she just vanquished. A shorter individual who was only barely as tall as her, despite being a boy. He wore the same black Shihakusho that she did, with the exception that his was partially covered by a white robe. The kind issued to SRDI members, to signify their affiliation with the Research division. Unfortunately, this difference in attire was the least noticeable thing about him. His face was covered with a thick foundation of black and white paint. So thick, that his skin was completely concealed from sight. Add to this, the paint was applied in a very intentional pattern.
That of a spiral; which centered itself on his left eye(Reference). The top of his head was shaved down to the scalp. Rather than a smooth cranium devoid of hair follicles, this fellow was rocking something a bit...different. Sprouting from the top of his head where two parallel rows of protrusions. They didn’t seem to break the skin, but certainly they were boney growths beneath it. Abnormalities in his skull that normal Shinigami certainly did not share. On closer examination, someone would notice that similar protrusions were scattered on his face. Obscured by the exaggerative makeup. These features were located exclusively on his cheekbones and chin. Making both sets of features seem sharper than normal. All of it making for one really odd looking hombre, but hey...the goons at the SRDI usually looked at least half this weird. At least this guy had the decency to try and mask the faults with makeup.
There came another moan from the wrapped up heap on the floor. ”What is wrong with him?! Is he with you?” With a sudden scowl, ”Of course not. If anything, it is with me.” The SRDI lackey strutted over and crouched down by the body. Taking a moment to notice the phone that was still ringing...damn security was worthless. All this commotion and they still hadn’t answered. ”FWAAUU!”, the body spewed. ”Why does he keep doing that?!”, she said clenching the teacup tighter. ”It is in pain. Have you never treated the injured before?...Is this not Squad 4?” The scientist reached into his pocket and pulled out a syringe.
Quickly gripping the protective cover in his teeth, and popping it off. Another moment and the needle sank through the paper wrappings. Clear liquid flowing into the flesh beneath. ”I...what are you doing to him?!” Ito spoke with sudden concern; while still unwilling to get closer. From there the groaning began to subside, and with a blank stare the newcomer turned back to her. Surprised a medical divisioner had to ask such a thing. ”It. I am sedating it.” Soon thereafter the body grew totally motionless and still. Watching the disturbing events unfold, Ito found herself having to repeat the key question, and more. ”Answer my questions! Who the hell are you? What the hell is it? And why are you here?!” Looking up with a sigh, the Shinigami reached over towards the package’s face. ”My name is Mika. SRDI researcher. And this…”, with a ripping sound resonating through the room, the body’s head was uncovered. Beneath the paper waited an almost identical face to Mika’s. Just not painted or horned. ”...is me. And we…” His lips curling in a playful smile, ”And we are here to have a long talk with your boss.” Giving a nod of his head, ”Fetch the Captain, would you?”