Post by Satoshi Fuuko on Jul 28, 2023 0:17:44 GMT -5
Once she was back in the Soul Society and through the senkaimon, Fuuko let the rest of Squad Ten disperse back to their barracks. She pulled out her pipe and filled it. She spent a few minutes sucking on her kiseru in thought, letting the smoke rings waft into the air while she considered her next course of action. She normally wouldn't get involved in things like this, but as a member of the Yonbantai, she had a duty to try and keep people safe. If someone was after Aoshi's life, his Captain deserved to know. Since they were going to have a conversation, Fuuko may as well give the Captain a direct report. She still wasn't sure who had called her specifically, but she was here and she never minded a bit of extra paperwork.
Once she had made a decision, she knocked the ash from her pipe, tucked it away and headed off for the Juubantai. She had only met Captain Shindazu once before, but she felt like she owed the woman quite a bit. If not thanks to her efforts, her brother might still be trapped in Hueco Mundo or worse. Maybe that was another reason why she felt like she needed to make this verbal report to the woman. It was her own curiosity as well. She had developed an interest in knowing exactly what the other divisions' responsibilities were supposed to be. She also wanted to know why Aoshi was in the Tenth division and if the captain had anything to do with it.
Once she got near the barracks, she decided to approach with a bit of caution. She hopped onto a roof and then jumped from roof to roof until she got to the Captain's Quarters. She had already known where it was from the rescue operation, but last time she had made a rather... loud impression. Once she got close, she stopped. She scanned the roof first, no one was there. "Heh." She smirked and then hopped off and walked the rest of the way to the door. She gave it a firm knock and then let herself in.
"Oi! Captain Shindazu! Ya ain't on the roof this time?!" She barked with a little laugh added as she looked around, hoping to catch Celes' attention quickly. Fuuko never was one for formality or manners, really. A fact punctuated by Fuuko's bold entrance as well as the fingers that slipped under the hem of her shihakushou and gave one of her tanned breasts a light, but rather undignified public scratching. The same hand, once said itch was scratched, came up, extended a finger and inserted the pinkie into her own ear in search of waxy buildup. The only thing that kept her from lighting up a cigarette was the fact that she was in the Captain's Quarters and at least had the decency not to stink up the place with one. "I didn't catch ya takin a shit, did I!?" She called out. "It's Satoshi Fuuko!"
Once she had made a decision, she knocked the ash from her pipe, tucked it away and headed off for the Juubantai. She had only met Captain Shindazu once before, but she felt like she owed the woman quite a bit. If not thanks to her efforts, her brother might still be trapped in Hueco Mundo or worse. Maybe that was another reason why she felt like she needed to make this verbal report to the woman. It was her own curiosity as well. She had developed an interest in knowing exactly what the other divisions' responsibilities were supposed to be. She also wanted to know why Aoshi was in the Tenth division and if the captain had anything to do with it.
Once she got near the barracks, she decided to approach with a bit of caution. She hopped onto a roof and then jumped from roof to roof until she got to the Captain's Quarters. She had already known where it was from the rescue operation, but last time she had made a rather... loud impression. Once she got close, she stopped. She scanned the roof first, no one was there. "Heh." She smirked and then hopped off and walked the rest of the way to the door. She gave it a firm knock and then let herself in.
"Oi! Captain Shindazu! Ya ain't on the roof this time?!" She barked with a little laugh added as she looked around, hoping to catch Celes' attention quickly. Fuuko never was one for formality or manners, really. A fact punctuated by Fuuko's bold entrance as well as the fingers that slipped under the hem of her shihakushou and gave one of her tanned breasts a light, but rather undignified public scratching. The same hand, once said itch was scratched, came up, extended a finger and inserted the pinkie into her own ear in search of waxy buildup. The only thing that kept her from lighting up a cigarette was the fact that she was in the Captain's Quarters and at least had the decency not to stink up the place with one. "I didn't catch ya takin a shit, did I!?" She called out. "It's Satoshi Fuuko!"
