Just a Mission for Two [Old]

[Shizuyoko Toraumi]

It was another of the more interesting missions that Shizu was tasked with. It was fairly normal for her to get the more clandestine jobs, or those more involved with squad 2. Among the Onmitsukido, she was one of the few who ontop of having skill in stealth, also had profficiency with finding others who were hiding. So as it came to pass, she generally had to deal with those from squad two. This time was not all that different, some flunkies who decided to desert, nobody who even had a seated position worth noting. But what WAS surprising was that this time she had a partner. Evidently because of the level of skill in some of these deserters, she wouldn't be operating alone.

The blonde was busy getting herself ready. Stocking up her Mission Kit, and sliding into the onmitsukido uniform, stuffing every inch of those obnoxiously pretty blonde locks into a bun, and then sliding it under that black cap. Just before she lifted that lower mask so that the only skin showing along her entire form was the line of her eyes across her face, showing off those dazzling yellow-greens. She was, if anything, a stickler for tradition. Sure, at times it was necessary to be disguised or to blend in as a normal person. On some missions she even dressed in little more than rags when she wanted to be out in the outter districts. But this was no infiltration. It was a cut-and-dry elimination. Standard stealth uniform did just fine. The only real accomodations were the slits in her hakama. But at this point in her career, very few people knew what the purpose of those was. Her secret remained hidden inside and wound around her legs and waist.

Making her way toward where she was supposed to meet her partner, Shizuyoko fell silent, staring straight ahead as she let her mind idly wander. It was a nice day, all things considered. It was rather cold, but sunny, meaning that it was cool in the shade, but nice and warm in the light. The sun was yawning it's way into the west, but most shadows were still almost just under one's feet. If all went well, they would be back by the time it got dark. One could always hope at least.

[Ryo Suzuki]

In the meantime, a man with snowy-white hair sat crossed legged in his room in the barracks; one breath in, then out; the clicking of the clock on the wall, the smell of the tatami mat flooring beneath his feet, the feel of cool steel of his zanpakuto on his lap; its blade showing in the afternoon sun.

The mission he was given, even though he had not been here long, already stirred discord within his soul; their mission was to terminate a group of rouge shinigami that had run from the seireitei and they had been condemned to death. Even though he despised assassinations usually; rouges were the one exception to that rule that didn't stain his code of honor. Rouge shinigami were nothing but cowardly scum to Ryo, this news only further proving that in his mind. Especially with the vile, twisted weapons they usually wielded, exchange a part of themselves, the zanpakuto that was held in great pride to many shinigami, given up, all for the one taste of this corrupted, vile power that the Kasumi'Oji clan granted them; vile blades called Bakkoto. It truly sickened him that shinigami would sacrifice pride for power, his mind simply could not see the logic in it.

"Do not pay any mind to filthy cowards, Ryo; they are not worth the mental processes in creating the thought itself," Came the familar sage words of his disgruntled zanpakuto spirit; a creature that man had yet to see or ever would see apart from in fantasies or nightmares. Ryo nodded mentally.

"I do not, Kusari Eiyo; to give them heed in my thoughts is of no more concern then what I had for breakfast this morning. Besides, cutting down these heretics will only serve the greater good of the seireitei in the long run that we don't have these disgraceful creatures in our ranks," He replied back before taking another deep breath and opened his eyes, standing up and sheathing his blade on his back. His sheath also doubled as a holster for eight small anken as well as his zanpakuto. He wiped down his Shihakushō, his deep sea blue Shitagi showed dull in this light along with the cobalt sash that kept his sheath across his back.

He checked his room for anything else he would need, but the place, although fairly nice, was also plain besides from a few pictures that hung from the walls and some candles for incense and something for his mind to focus on as he meditated.

He headed out the door at the great speed that he had along with flash step to appear just as his partner was arriving; she wore the typical uniform of the stealth force; most of her physical features hidden behind a mask and the uniform besides her unusual yellow-green eyes; such unusual eyes for someone to possess.

You are Shizuyoko if I am not mistaken; My name is Ryo Suzuki, I am your partner on this mission;
should we discuss a plan of action first or do it on the way?" Ryo asked, introducing himself to his partner and asking how she wanted to proceed. He might come across as abrupt, but the intricacies of social interactions were not as refined as others were.