Post by MrDoctorDo on Dec 16, 2015 11:04:09 GMT -5
(OoC: Getting a meeting with Royalty can be a real trial. Things can go wrong, and not in the embarrassing fashion. Herein lies such and example. The moral...don't piss of the SIA.)
Enjoying the early morning light that poured into his eastern office; Section Chief Kobayashi sipped placidly at a warm cup of tea. A successful operator within the Sixth Division, Kobayashi often enjoyed mornings in the office. Some quiet time before the business of the day came to bother him. Not getting these few minutes of silence and introspection often proved the downfall of the day. Ruining his mood, and by extension, the lives of those in his section. However, today was shaping up to be quite lovel…*BEEEP*..ly shit.
A sudden alert triggered on his office phone. The loud shrill of the dutiful device nearly making the older fellow choke on his tea. *kuk kuk kek* ”Hauuh…”, a deep sigh clearing the refreshment from his lungs. His wrinkled hand reaching to collect the receiver from its base. ”What is it?”, his tired voice gave out with a grumbling tone. From the other end of the line a voice paused, knowing the sound of irritation all too well. ”Kobayashi-sama. There is a matter which requires your presence. Room G12.” Eyes squinting in sudden frustration. ”I am coming down.”
There was no need for anything more to be said over the line. Even secure lines had other ears on them, and not all topics are open for discussion. The very mention of level G was such a topic. In addition to its sensitivity, it was also quite the serious affair. Knowing just where he was needed almost justified Kobayashi’s near choking. Rising quickly from his cushion, the director was on his feet and soon to his bookcase. Sliding back the shoji that hide the scrolls and volumes from view; Kobayashi reached for a discrete switch.
Holding it for a few seconds produced a slight vibration. Confirmation of his request. With a few moments more passed, the bookcase slid slowly into the floor. Revealed behind it were the closed doors of an elevator. They parted just as swiftly as they were revealed and inside an armed division member awaited as escort. ”Good morning, Kobayashi-dono.” With a huff, he boarded the elevator. ”Good morning, Kino. You’d best watch the tone, I haven’t had my tea yet.”
There are many places in the Seireitei that often go unseen. Less popular locales lacking the vitality of more busy thoroughfares. One such location are the gridded halls of Squad 6’s underbelly. A catacomb of varying halls and offices, each with a different design and layout than the next. Despite being designed so that each level might serve a different, specific purpose...they all shared a few important qualities. They were all pristine, stylishly decorated, and minimally staffed. These were the neurons of the Records Division. The very brains of the Seireitei. They were impressive, orderly...and under the direct control of the Kuchiki household...ergo classy beyond compare.
And it was into these halls that Kobayashi was deposited. The elevator rushing him to the sixth floor of the sprawling complex. ”Here you are. Have a nice day, Kobayashi-domo.” Giving the cheeky attendant a glare and threatening point of the finger, Kobayashi chuckled and strode from the lift. Quickly heading down the near empty passageway. Not expecting to see another face before his destination. After all, work in this department was highly...delicate. There were only a handful of individuals in the whole of the Soul Society who could be of use down here. There were requirements of excellence and exceptionalism to be considered. Quality and professionalism had to be maintained in the information bank. Not to mention a dire need for...discretion.
Even the architecture kept secrets. None of the hallways were marked. There were no maps placed for reference. Hell, even the doors went unlabeled. ”6...8…” To get around, one simply had to know they way. Something taught. Something intentionally hard to remember. ”10...and here we are.” A solemn door. Nothing different than all of the gray counterparts he had passed to arrive here. Yet, Kobayashi knew it was where he was expected. He also knew that the door had no handle. That instead of pushing it open, he had to knock…
With a coded rap of his knuckles on the steely barricade, Kobayashi sent a nonverbal message. It took a moment before a reply came back through. More knocks. A code which the older fellow knew all too well how to reply to. In doing so, he earned entrance into the chamber beyond. The door itself not opening, but instead, diffusing into a semi-solid form. The structure was comprised of Reishi that could be commanded to fluctuate between solid and permeable upon the whim of those on the other side. Now that access had been given, Kobayashi stepped into his final destination.
There waiting for him were more members of Squad 6. None of allowed to deviate from the standard issue garb. All of them armed. Each and every one of them suddenly dipped in a respectful bow. ”Kobayashi-sama. Thank you for coming. We are having complications.” Taking note of the faces in the rather cramped room, the superior gave a single nod in acknowledgment. ”Just tell me what you are dealing with. What is the situation?” The lead subordinate held out a folder simply brimming with documentation. ”Fresh case. Collected from Squad 12. Low security risk. It was supposed to be a rush, but we have been working all night. It would seem we’re stuck. We were hopeful you might have something to input.”
Giving a nod, Kobayashi flipped through the packet and processed the situation at hand. ”Let me take a look, I suppose. Nothing I can do without giving it a once over.” Bowing again, one of the Squad members moved to the side to offer Kobayashi a way forward. The other member quickly reached to slide open yet another shoji screen that kept the room divided into two. In front of the screen was the entryway where they had been standing. The traditional Japanese style, with tatami mats and cushions. Behind this thin curtain was a much wider space. One where the tatami floors ended. Where slanted tile floors spread openly.
Hanging from the ceiling were various bright lights and even hoses and spigots. At the center of the polished portion was a single, broad drain. Around it was a thin level of water, yet drained. Floating in said water were rather meaty clots of red. Above it...a sturdy metal chair, and a bloodied body. From the overall shape of it, a young man. Smaller and sickly thin. Dressed in plain white robes that are most often assigned to the criminals of the Seireitei. Though, they weren’t too white anymore. No, they had become quite colorful with all the blood smeared and sprayed onto them. Shades of red and pink spreading far from the collar. The body draped by the cheap robes slumped low in the chair. Seemingly lifeless. The whole of it a very pitiful display, even by the usual standards.
Being offered a chair of his own, Kobayashi stepped into the tiled section. Taking his seat mere steps from the body in the center. At first he just stared at the motionless figure. Then he lost interest in doing so and returned to the file in his hands. With a few more purposeful glances at the pages, he began to tap on one sheet in particular. On it was a picture of a mangled limb, missing about half of its traditional anatomy. ”His arm, it was like that before you got him?”
Stepping closer with a slight nod, ”Yes sir. We checked his medical records, it is preexisting.” Looking back to the file, having been given relief from his concern, Kobayashi returned to reading. ”I see. Good. That would have been sloppy.” He read on. Tilting his glasses downward to keep them from slipping off and into the murky layer of water that rested just ahead of his feet. I went on like this for a few minutes, before finally Kobayashi raised his head. Reaching for his spectacles, pocketing them before turning to the lifeless...guest.
”What is your name?”, his voice uttered in a most cold tone. Completely empty of all life or pity. A question that was given no response, and so, repeated. ”What is...your name?” Upon a second utterance, one of the attending members opened up a house on the body. Spraying with great force, the water nearly threw the young man’s head back. In doing so it revealed the face once lowered too far to see. The formerly round structure of his bone now exacerbated by the massive swelling. On every inch was a new cut or a different, distinguishable bruise. Eyes were swollen shut. Lips split, and still dripping blood.
His skin a most odd color. Though very thoroughly stained by blood...the epidermis still appeared the matte, golden hue it always was. Something that caught the eye of Kobayashi. The senior turning to the others with a curious expression on his face, to which they responded with gestures towards the files. With a glance back to the medical documents, Kobayashi gave a little sigh and moved on. No time to learn everything about this corpse. Kobayashi motioned for the water to be halted. ”Your name is Mika Kurosawa...is it not?” More silence in the seconds to follow.
”You live in Dorm 17. 5-11. 12th Division member. Assigned to the Bioapplications Department, under Director...Yuun?” The older man’s tone grew more complacent now. Nonchalant even. ”How is that…”, folding over some pages in the file, ”...how is the work on endemic Hollow influenza going?", speech slowed to carefully sound out the words. "Sounds interesting. Bet you can’t wait to get back to that...and the rest of your life.”
Kobayashi lounged into his chair, struggling to get comfy on the unpleasant metal. Mika, however, remained still. His one arm tied up behind his back. Hoisted by his own neck, to both pin and irritate his neck at the same time. Ankles strapped to the chair legs. Feet cooling in the freezing cold pool beneath them. ”Well, you could go back to it all. You know?" Trying to sound gentle, like a concerned friend. "You can go home, once we clear up some confusion we are having.” Koba lied, very plainly. ”See, we are having trouble understanding why you borrowed all of that equipment from the SRDI.” His head tilted too look for Mika’s line of sight. ”We also need to know what you did with the samples you stole from the genealogy facility.” The interrogator’s voice becoming more severe.
”Lastly, and most importantly…” Kobayashi leaned forward in his chair into a most aggressive posture. ”We need to know why you tried to access our network...and who supplied you with the pass codes you used.” And yet, there was still no answer or even acknowledgement from the detained. A fact that had tea-less Kobayashi quite unhappy. Enough so that a single glance to one of his counterparts was sufficient...to have that same gentleman’s fist slam into Mika’s diaphragm. The force of said blow intending to knock enough noise out of the boy to confirm he was still alive and alert. An effort that proved fruitful. Just not in the way intended. For when the strike landed, more than a breath was pushed out of Mika. There was, indeed, a hearty laugh. One that belied they the his physical condition. Followed by a voice. Possessing some measure of strength in the face of such opposition.
”Simple...it is the only way I could get your boss’ attention.”, he said with a continued slew of chuckles. To this act of retaliation, a Squad member to interject. ”Then you should be talking, because this is the boss.” Kobayashi’s eyes narrowed, as Mika turned his head to face the superior. With a long and studious stare, the scientist tilted his head and gave it a shake. ”No. Not this one…” A grin growing rather wide, oozing with fresh blood. ”Your Captain, Kuchiki-shi. That’s the one I mea-” Another fall of the fist, this time to the side of his jaw. A rather rookie maneuver actually. One that Koba scorned with a sudden cut of his eyes. Mika, on the other hand, just gave a little groan. ”Might I inquire who taught you how to punch...was it your husband?"
Another slam to his stomach shut the scientist up again. With a heavy sigh Kobayashi adjusted in his seat. Giving it a moment or two, before speaking aloud. ”Why did you steal from the SRDI?” Another punch, some more chuckles. ”Why did you steal the samples?” Another blast of water, and some garbled noises. ”Who helped you attack our network?” Yet more beatings. ”Just let the old man have a turn. I’m starting to falling asleep again.” And more questions. And more...and more, and more. On and on. Until such time that either Mika’s demands were met, or he became a corpse for them to clean.
Enjoying the early morning light that poured into his eastern office; Section Chief Kobayashi sipped placidly at a warm cup of tea. A successful operator within the Sixth Division, Kobayashi often enjoyed mornings in the office. Some quiet time before the business of the day came to bother him. Not getting these few minutes of silence and introspection often proved the downfall of the day. Ruining his mood, and by extension, the lives of those in his section. However, today was shaping up to be quite lovel…*BEEEP*..ly shit.
A sudden alert triggered on his office phone. The loud shrill of the dutiful device nearly making the older fellow choke on his tea. *kuk kuk kek* ”Hauuh…”, a deep sigh clearing the refreshment from his lungs. His wrinkled hand reaching to collect the receiver from its base. ”What is it?”, his tired voice gave out with a grumbling tone. From the other end of the line a voice paused, knowing the sound of irritation all too well. ”Kobayashi-sama. There is a matter which requires your presence. Room G12.” Eyes squinting in sudden frustration. ”I am coming down.”
There was no need for anything more to be said over the line. Even secure lines had other ears on them, and not all topics are open for discussion. The very mention of level G was such a topic. In addition to its sensitivity, it was also quite the serious affair. Knowing just where he was needed almost justified Kobayashi’s near choking. Rising quickly from his cushion, the director was on his feet and soon to his bookcase. Sliding back the shoji that hide the scrolls and volumes from view; Kobayashi reached for a discrete switch.
Holding it for a few seconds produced a slight vibration. Confirmation of his request. With a few moments more passed, the bookcase slid slowly into the floor. Revealed behind it were the closed doors of an elevator. They parted just as swiftly as they were revealed and inside an armed division member awaited as escort. ”Good morning, Kobayashi-dono.” With a huff, he boarded the elevator. ”Good morning, Kino. You’d best watch the tone, I haven’t had my tea yet.”
There are many places in the Seireitei that often go unseen. Less popular locales lacking the vitality of more busy thoroughfares. One such location are the gridded halls of Squad 6’s underbelly. A catacomb of varying halls and offices, each with a different design and layout than the next. Despite being designed so that each level might serve a different, specific purpose...they all shared a few important qualities. They were all pristine, stylishly decorated, and minimally staffed. These were the neurons of the Records Division. The very brains of the Seireitei. They were impressive, orderly...and under the direct control of the Kuchiki household...ergo classy beyond compare.
And it was into these halls that Kobayashi was deposited. The elevator rushing him to the sixth floor of the sprawling complex. ”Here you are. Have a nice day, Kobayashi-domo.” Giving the cheeky attendant a glare and threatening point of the finger, Kobayashi chuckled and strode from the lift. Quickly heading down the near empty passageway. Not expecting to see another face before his destination. After all, work in this department was highly...delicate. There were only a handful of individuals in the whole of the Soul Society who could be of use down here. There were requirements of excellence and exceptionalism to be considered. Quality and professionalism had to be maintained in the information bank. Not to mention a dire need for...discretion.
Even the architecture kept secrets. None of the hallways were marked. There were no maps placed for reference. Hell, even the doors went unlabeled. ”6...8…” To get around, one simply had to know they way. Something taught. Something intentionally hard to remember. ”10...and here we are.” A solemn door. Nothing different than all of the gray counterparts he had passed to arrive here. Yet, Kobayashi knew it was where he was expected. He also knew that the door had no handle. That instead of pushing it open, he had to knock…
With a coded rap of his knuckles on the steely barricade, Kobayashi sent a nonverbal message. It took a moment before a reply came back through. More knocks. A code which the older fellow knew all too well how to reply to. In doing so, he earned entrance into the chamber beyond. The door itself not opening, but instead, diffusing into a semi-solid form. The structure was comprised of Reishi that could be commanded to fluctuate between solid and permeable upon the whim of those on the other side. Now that access had been given, Kobayashi stepped into his final destination.
There waiting for him were more members of Squad 6. None of allowed to deviate from the standard issue garb. All of them armed. Each and every one of them suddenly dipped in a respectful bow. ”Kobayashi-sama. Thank you for coming. We are having complications.” Taking note of the faces in the rather cramped room, the superior gave a single nod in acknowledgment. ”Just tell me what you are dealing with. What is the situation?” The lead subordinate held out a folder simply brimming with documentation. ”Fresh case. Collected from Squad 12. Low security risk. It was supposed to be a rush, but we have been working all night. It would seem we’re stuck. We were hopeful you might have something to input.”
Giving a nod, Kobayashi flipped through the packet and processed the situation at hand. ”Let me take a look, I suppose. Nothing I can do without giving it a once over.” Bowing again, one of the Squad members moved to the side to offer Kobayashi a way forward. The other member quickly reached to slide open yet another shoji screen that kept the room divided into two. In front of the screen was the entryway where they had been standing. The traditional Japanese style, with tatami mats and cushions. Behind this thin curtain was a much wider space. One where the tatami floors ended. Where slanted tile floors spread openly.
Hanging from the ceiling were various bright lights and even hoses and spigots. At the center of the polished portion was a single, broad drain. Around it was a thin level of water, yet drained. Floating in said water were rather meaty clots of red. Above it...a sturdy metal chair, and a bloodied body. From the overall shape of it, a young man. Smaller and sickly thin. Dressed in plain white robes that are most often assigned to the criminals of the Seireitei. Though, they weren’t too white anymore. No, they had become quite colorful with all the blood smeared and sprayed onto them. Shades of red and pink spreading far from the collar. The body draped by the cheap robes slumped low in the chair. Seemingly lifeless. The whole of it a very pitiful display, even by the usual standards.
Being offered a chair of his own, Kobayashi stepped into the tiled section. Taking his seat mere steps from the body in the center. At first he just stared at the motionless figure. Then he lost interest in doing so and returned to the file in his hands. With a few more purposeful glances at the pages, he began to tap on one sheet in particular. On it was a picture of a mangled limb, missing about half of its traditional anatomy. ”His arm, it was like that before you got him?”
Stepping closer with a slight nod, ”Yes sir. We checked his medical records, it is preexisting.” Looking back to the file, having been given relief from his concern, Kobayashi returned to reading. ”I see. Good. That would have been sloppy.” He read on. Tilting his glasses downward to keep them from slipping off and into the murky layer of water that rested just ahead of his feet. I went on like this for a few minutes, before finally Kobayashi raised his head. Reaching for his spectacles, pocketing them before turning to the lifeless...guest.
”What is your name?”, his voice uttered in a most cold tone. Completely empty of all life or pity. A question that was given no response, and so, repeated. ”What is...your name?” Upon a second utterance, one of the attending members opened up a house on the body. Spraying with great force, the water nearly threw the young man’s head back. In doing so it revealed the face once lowered too far to see. The formerly round structure of his bone now exacerbated by the massive swelling. On every inch was a new cut or a different, distinguishable bruise. Eyes were swollen shut. Lips split, and still dripping blood.
His skin a most odd color. Though very thoroughly stained by blood...the epidermis still appeared the matte, golden hue it always was. Something that caught the eye of Kobayashi. The senior turning to the others with a curious expression on his face, to which they responded with gestures towards the files. With a glance back to the medical documents, Kobayashi gave a little sigh and moved on. No time to learn everything about this corpse. Kobayashi motioned for the water to be halted. ”Your name is Mika Kurosawa...is it not?” More silence in the seconds to follow.
”You live in Dorm 17. 5-11. 12th Division member. Assigned to the Bioapplications Department, under Director...Yuun?” The older man’s tone grew more complacent now. Nonchalant even. ”How is that…”, folding over some pages in the file, ”...how is the work on endemic Hollow influenza going?", speech slowed to carefully sound out the words. "Sounds interesting. Bet you can’t wait to get back to that...and the rest of your life.”
Kobayashi lounged into his chair, struggling to get comfy on the unpleasant metal. Mika, however, remained still. His one arm tied up behind his back. Hoisted by his own neck, to both pin and irritate his neck at the same time. Ankles strapped to the chair legs. Feet cooling in the freezing cold pool beneath them. ”Well, you could go back to it all. You know?" Trying to sound gentle, like a concerned friend. "You can go home, once we clear up some confusion we are having.” Koba lied, very plainly. ”See, we are having trouble understanding why you borrowed all of that equipment from the SRDI.” His head tilted too look for Mika’s line of sight. ”We also need to know what you did with the samples you stole from the genealogy facility.” The interrogator’s voice becoming more severe.
”Lastly, and most importantly…” Kobayashi leaned forward in his chair into a most aggressive posture. ”We need to know why you tried to access our network...and who supplied you with the pass codes you used.” And yet, there was still no answer or even acknowledgement from the detained. A fact that had tea-less Kobayashi quite unhappy. Enough so that a single glance to one of his counterparts was sufficient...to have that same gentleman’s fist slam into Mika’s diaphragm. The force of said blow intending to knock enough noise out of the boy to confirm he was still alive and alert. An effort that proved fruitful. Just not in the way intended. For when the strike landed, more than a breath was pushed out of Mika. There was, indeed, a hearty laugh. One that belied they the his physical condition. Followed by a voice. Possessing some measure of strength in the face of such opposition.
”Simple...it is the only way I could get your boss’ attention.”, he said with a continued slew of chuckles. To this act of retaliation, a Squad member to interject. ”Then you should be talking, because this is the boss.” Kobayashi’s eyes narrowed, as Mika turned his head to face the superior. With a long and studious stare, the scientist tilted his head and gave it a shake. ”No. Not this one…” A grin growing rather wide, oozing with fresh blood. ”Your Captain, Kuchiki-shi. That’s the one I mea-” Another fall of the fist, this time to the side of his jaw. A rather rookie maneuver actually. One that Koba scorned with a sudden cut of his eyes. Mika, on the other hand, just gave a little groan. ”Might I inquire who taught you how to punch...was it your husband?"
Another slam to his stomach shut the scientist up again. With a heavy sigh Kobayashi adjusted in his seat. Giving it a moment or two, before speaking aloud. ”Why did you steal from the SRDI?” Another punch, some more chuckles. ”Why did you steal the samples?” Another blast of water, and some garbled noises. ”Who helped you attack our network?” Yet more beatings. ”Just let the old man have a turn. I’m starting to falling asleep again.” And more questions. And more...and more, and more. On and on. Until such time that either Mika’s demands were met, or he became a corpse for them to clean.