[Compile] Tatsuki, Akon, Kenpachi, Jinta, Mayuri
"Not just bad guys," Tatsuki interjected. "Any smart fighter should know when to retreat. Not everyone is built like a tank like this guy."
Tatsuki took the bandages from Chappy, who was standing and waiting for praise like a retriever with a tennis ball. "Ah, Chappy, these are... ..." band-aids. Not 'bandages'. Chappy looked expectantly at Tatsuki with puppy-dog eyes (which was disconcerting, because it was Tatsuki's own puppy-dog eyes). "... nevermind. Good job, Chappy." Next time she would have to be even more specific.
Besides which, it occurred to her that it might not work to bandage a Shinigami in spirit form with physical bandages... And if it did work, it would be a horrifying sight to bystanders.
Tatsuki stepped into Kenpachi's field of vision and squatted so she could see his face. He looked pretty messed up. "So it was Adaro. I saw her fight Tousen right after I died. She's strong." She paused for a moment in thought. "But if Adaro was fighting you at the time, then who killed..." Tatsuki stopped herself before saying the deceased captain's name. Obviously this captain on the ground had been informed already, but the boy probably not, and the horned guy...? She wasn't sure, but she thought it would be best not to risk speaking too freely.
Looking at the bloody aftermath, Akon privately thought that if anyone should have done any retreating, it should have been the shinigami captain, not the arrancar leader. But he didn't have to wonder why Zaraki-taichou hadn't elected to at least attempt an escape before emptying half of his circulatory system onto the pavement. In certain divisions, self-preservation was considered more cowardly than practical.
"It is unlikely that the identity of Unohana-taichou's killer has been established yet. Many are in shock. Some are probably grieving," he added absently, discarding the train of thought. Irrelevant. He glanced at the girl. "You saw Adaro fight? What was it like?"
From what Kenpachi had heard so far, the boy was definitely the smartest one there. Didn't ask stupid questions, got to the point, knew what was going on. His comment about bad guys always running away like pansies was fine in Kenpachi's book. He'd just let the kid keep dealing with the girl.
The twelfth division asshole, however, didn't look like he was about to leave any of them alone, especially if he didn't get any answers. Lord knows what he'd do with those answers, but Kenpachi wasn't really in enough of a state of mind to try and puzzle it out. Speaking of puzzling things out, the talk of Unohana being dead spurned the memory of the announcement delivered to him via kidou just before he had lost consciousness. No matter how annoying that woman had been, it was still a goddamn waste and a pity. Losing a captain with no replacement was never good, especially not in wartime.
Kenpachi really wanted to win this war and go the fuck home, if only because the mortal world was so shitty.
Jinta snorted so hard it almost made him topple over backwards. What was this girl thinking? Granted, she had that "I-can-kick-your-ass-with-my-little-toe" look about her, which Jinta could respect (mostly as a self-preservation thing), but what was she babbling about, running away?
"You off your rocker?" He said, giving Tatsuki the kind of look you gave someone that'd just said that storing live fish in your pockets was a good idea. "You never just run from a fight. Presentin' your back to the person you're fightin' is just askin' for it." He paused, thoughtful, before finally saying, "Of course, if you got someone there coverin' your back, retreatin' to form a new game plan ain't a bad idea."
With a huff at the sight of the band-aids Jinta stood and moved around to the shinigami's other side. He didn't know much first aide, but he knew enough that open wounds were bad. He knew you had to wrap them and apply pressure so that you could move someone enough to get them all patched up. And the best way, Jinta figured, to do this was to take the guy's uniform, already pretty tattered, and put it to good use.
"Oi." Jinta tugged on the dark sleeve of this shinigami's shihakushou top until it gave way, ripping at the cloth until it became strips. "You wanna get back on your feet and fight Adaro again? Cause Manager, he can make that happen a bit faster." Not that Jinta really expected the shinigami to take the offer, of course, and it was no skin off his nose if he didn't, but Jinta thought he'd offer anyway. In the meantime he concentrated on using one of those strips to bind up the wound on his arm. The shinigami had already lost one captain today. No sense in making it two.
That twit of a vice captain. He and Nemu had that in common at least. Hisagi had disappeared from Mayuri's grasp long before he could further interrogate him as to just exactly how the pictures of his daughter's genitals were obtained and passed around more quickly than some more important information amongst the shinigami did.
However, if Hisagi had gone to find Adaro, then it would be easiest to find her and go from there. Her reiatsu was strong enough to pinpoint an exact location, as well as the collective reiatsu of quite a few of Mayuri's fellow captains.
That was well enough. Mayuri could take his time and collect her body after the others were finished with it. It would feel almost therapeutic to slice open her skin and see what happened.
So, Kurotsuchi Mayuri dallied, taking his time in walking towards the battle he felt more clearly now or, at least, had felt until another reiatsu arose. Zaraki was around. Mayuri might normally have avoided the other, but the idea of seeing him at his weakest (and the reiatsu did feel weaker than usually. Zaraki had gotten himself into a fight as well, it appeared) was strangely appealing.
"So, you're still alive, Zaraki?" he questioned, stepping up from behind Urahara's child. The others were noted and dismissed, although Akon's presence was curious enough with all things considered.
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Tatsuki took the bandages from Chappy, who was standing and waiting for praise like a retriever with a tennis ball. "Ah, Chappy, these are... ..." band-aids. Not 'bandages'. Chappy looked expectantly at Tatsuki with puppy-dog eyes (which was disconcerting, because it was Tatsuki's own puppy-dog eyes). "... nevermind. Good job, Chappy." Next time she would have to be even more specific.
Besides which, it occurred to her that it might not work to bandage a Shinigami in spirit form with physical bandages... And if it did work, it would be a horrifying sight to bystanders.
Tatsuki stepped into Kenpachi's field of vision and squatted so she could see his face. He looked pretty messed up. "So it was Adaro. I saw her fight Tousen right after I died. She's strong." She paused for a moment in thought. "But if Adaro was fighting you at the time, then who killed..." Tatsuki stopped herself before saying the deceased captain's name. Obviously this captain on the ground had been informed already, but the boy probably not, and the horned guy...? She wasn't sure, but she thought it would be best not to risk speaking too freely.
Looking at the bloody aftermath, Akon privately thought that if anyone should have done any retreating, it should have been the shinigami captain, not the arrancar leader. But he didn't have to wonder why Zaraki-taichou hadn't elected to at least attempt an escape before emptying half of his circulatory system onto the pavement. In certain divisions, self-preservation was considered more cowardly than practical.
"It is unlikely that the identity of Unohana-taichou's killer has been established yet. Many are in shock. Some are probably grieving," he added absently, discarding the train of thought. Irrelevant. He glanced at the girl. "You saw Adaro fight? What was it like?"
From what Kenpachi had heard so far, the boy was definitely the smartest one there. Didn't ask stupid questions, got to the point, knew what was going on. His comment about bad guys always running away like pansies was fine in Kenpachi's book. He'd just let the kid keep dealing with the girl.
The twelfth division asshole, however, didn't look like he was about to leave any of them alone, especially if he didn't get any answers. Lord knows what he'd do with those answers, but Kenpachi wasn't really in enough of a state of mind to try and puzzle it out. Speaking of puzzling things out, the talk of Unohana being dead spurned the memory of the announcement delivered to him via kidou just before he had lost consciousness. No matter how annoying that woman had been, it was still a goddamn waste and a pity. Losing a captain with no replacement was never good, especially not in wartime.
Kenpachi really wanted to win this war and go the fuck home, if only because the mortal world was so shitty.
Jinta snorted so hard it almost made him topple over backwards. What was this girl thinking? Granted, she had that "I-can-kick-your-ass-with-my-little-toe" look about her, which Jinta could respect (mostly as a self-preservation thing), but what was she babbling about, running away?
"You off your rocker?" He said, giving Tatsuki the kind of look you gave someone that'd just said that storing live fish in your pockets was a good idea. "You never just run from a fight. Presentin' your back to the person you're fightin' is just askin' for it." He paused, thoughtful, before finally saying, "Of course, if you got someone there coverin' your back, retreatin' to form a new game plan ain't a bad idea."
With a huff at the sight of the band-aids Jinta stood and moved around to the shinigami's other side. He didn't know much first aide, but he knew enough that open wounds were bad. He knew you had to wrap them and apply pressure so that you could move someone enough to get them all patched up. And the best way, Jinta figured, to do this was to take the guy's uniform, already pretty tattered, and put it to good use.
"Oi." Jinta tugged on the dark sleeve of this shinigami's shihakushou top until it gave way, ripping at the cloth until it became strips. "You wanna get back on your feet and fight Adaro again? Cause Manager, he can make that happen a bit faster." Not that Jinta really expected the shinigami to take the offer, of course, and it was no skin off his nose if he didn't, but Jinta thought he'd offer anyway. In the meantime he concentrated on using one of those strips to bind up the wound on his arm. The shinigami had already lost one captain today. No sense in making it two.
That twit of a vice captain. He and Nemu had that in common at least. Hisagi had disappeared from Mayuri's grasp long before he could further interrogate him as to just exactly how the pictures of his daughter's genitals were obtained and passed around more quickly than some more important information amongst the shinigami did.
However, if Hisagi had gone to find Adaro, then it would be easiest to find her and go from there. Her reiatsu was strong enough to pinpoint an exact location, as well as the collective reiatsu of quite a few of Mayuri's fellow captains.
That was well enough. Mayuri could take his time and collect her body after the others were finished with it. It would feel almost therapeutic to slice open her skin and see what happened.
So, Kurotsuchi Mayuri dallied, taking his time in walking towards the battle he felt more clearly now or, at least, had felt until another reiatsu arose. Zaraki was around. Mayuri might normally have avoided the other, but the idea of seeing him at his weakest (and the reiatsu did feel weaker than usually. Zaraki had gotten himself into a fight as well, it appeared) was strangely appealing.
"So, you're still alive, Zaraki?" he questioned, stepping up from behind Urahara's child. The others were noted and dismissed, although Akon's presence was curious enough with all things considered.
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