Post by Ume Oboro on Apr 5, 2024 0:47:23 GMT -5
The small cart that Ume had with her jingled a little bit as she pulled it along what appeared to be a subway tunnel. After the Leviathan incident in New York, some Shinigami were sent to help deal with the situation. A mass grave with mass destruction meant that the presence of Hollows would be increased until things could be rebuilt. Although it was not "all hands on deck," Shinigami from Squad Thirteen, Eleven, and Four had come along with a few members of the Research and Technologies division that made up Squad Twelve. As part of the Observation section of the Squad, Ume was sent to New York to take a record of anything and everything she could.
Unfortunately, that meant being followed around by one of the numbskulls from Squad eleven while she waited to see if they were capable enough to hold off throngs of Hollows. It wasn't always throngs, but one of those horrible creatures was enough for Ume to want to have nothing to do with the current assignment. The good news was that she was as good at running away as her bodyguard was at killing hollows. The bad news was that she was separated underground. In the destroyed sewer and subway system of one of the largest cities in the world that had just been dunked underwater by one of the most horrible Hollows Ume could imagine.
Going up was not a choice once she was separated, however. She had no idea how to navigate the destroyed parts of these tunnels and, until she got her bearings, she wouldn't risk leaving herself exposed to more of the hungry menos. That being said, she knew cities like this had tunnels and tunnels and sub-cities and all sorts of abandoned, non-hollow filled places. So Ume went down instead of up. She followed the debris until she started seeing closed doors instead of smashed ones. Dry cobweb filled tunnels instead of stinky, crumbling tunnels.
When she was finally thought she could breathe, she took the opportunity to unpack the small cart she had been pulling with her. It had all of her research equipment on it. She flipped on a suitable light emitter and then started rifling through s small screened device. She turned on some sensory equipment and while the data started to pour in, she took the opportunity to study a map.
As cowardly as she might be, at least when it came to hollows, she was hardly afraid of much else, but not coming back with any data was something that did make her worry. The last thing she wanted to be was useless. The second she wasn't providing anything useful to her division, she suddenly might become expendable. Even though the standing rule in the Juunibantai was only volunteers in the division could be test subjects, she wasn't looking forward to testing the limits of that particular rule.
Once she was settled in, she cracked open an energy drink and guzzled it. It dripped down her chin and she didn't even wipe it off as she finished and tossed the can to the ground. Her bespectacled eyes focused on the data pouring in. At the very least being underground wouldn't have anyone questioning her rather loose interpretation of hygiene. On the other hand, the reception was terrible. Communication would be difficult, if even possible, but worse yet, if she got bored and wanted to play a game, she probably wouldn't be able to!
It was definitely the worst assignment she had been on so far. Maybe a few hours of staring at the screen would make things better. Her tongue lapped at the corner of her lip, flicking in the few drops of drink that still lingered. As the light flashed against her glasses, she settled into a trance-like slouch, staring at the flashing datapad as it did its business.
Unfortunately, that meant being followed around by one of the numbskulls from Squad eleven while she waited to see if they were capable enough to hold off throngs of Hollows. It wasn't always throngs, but one of those horrible creatures was enough for Ume to want to have nothing to do with the current assignment. The good news was that she was as good at running away as her bodyguard was at killing hollows. The bad news was that she was separated underground. In the destroyed sewer and subway system of one of the largest cities in the world that had just been dunked underwater by one of the most horrible Hollows Ume could imagine.
Going up was not a choice once she was separated, however. She had no idea how to navigate the destroyed parts of these tunnels and, until she got her bearings, she wouldn't risk leaving herself exposed to more of the hungry menos. That being said, she knew cities like this had tunnels and tunnels and sub-cities and all sorts of abandoned, non-hollow filled places. So Ume went down instead of up. She followed the debris until she started seeing closed doors instead of smashed ones. Dry cobweb filled tunnels instead of stinky, crumbling tunnels.
When she was finally thought she could breathe, she took the opportunity to unpack the small cart she had been pulling with her. It had all of her research equipment on it. She flipped on a suitable light emitter and then started rifling through s small screened device. She turned on some sensory equipment and while the data started to pour in, she took the opportunity to study a map.
As cowardly as she might be, at least when it came to hollows, she was hardly afraid of much else, but not coming back with any data was something that did make her worry. The last thing she wanted to be was useless. The second she wasn't providing anything useful to her division, she suddenly might become expendable. Even though the standing rule in the Juunibantai was only volunteers in the division could be test subjects, she wasn't looking forward to testing the limits of that particular rule.
Once she was settled in, she cracked open an energy drink and guzzled it. It dripped down her chin and she didn't even wipe it off as she finished and tossed the can to the ground. Her bespectacled eyes focused on the data pouring in. At the very least being underground wouldn't have anyone questioning her rather loose interpretation of hygiene. On the other hand, the reception was terrible. Communication would be difficult, if even possible, but worse yet, if she got bored and wanted to play a game, she probably wouldn't be able to!
It was definitely the worst assignment she had been on so far. Maybe a few hours of staring at the screen would make things better. Her tongue lapped at the corner of her lip, flicking in the few drops of drink that still lingered. As the light flashed against her glasses, she settled into a trance-like slouch, staring at the flashing datapad as it did its business.