Reyla wanted to shake her head and sigh but she also knew enough to keep her thoughts to herself in situations like this, though she did raise her eyebrow at Victoria's declaration of having achieved the status of Lieutenant. Regardless Osamu was deliberately being flippant and disrespectful, and somehow he still didn't see anything wrong with any of his behavior, past or present. His utter refusal to admit to, or in turn learn from, any wrongdoing on his part did not speak well for his character or his ability to show the patience necessary for what plans had begun to form within Reyla's mind. That said she still planned on giving him a chance, but only if he would acknowledge his own mistakes.
Deciding to follow Victoria's example Reyla turned her head slightly, she still had Osamu in her peripheral vision but her focus at least seemed to have left him. "Congratulations, and I think that'd be wonderful, I actually know just the place. A small spa restaurant combo just outside the walls that's still friendly to us, or me and anyone I bring at least." Reyla wasn't sure if Osamu would be stupid enough to attack again, but she wouldn't put it beyond him at this point, unfortunately all she could do at this point was wait and see.
Reyla held back a sigh, she wasn't particularly surprised that Victoria had decided to take down her barrier, or at least the part of it that was near her. In truth the point of this barrier was that the whole thing wouldn't fall if part of it was destroyed, that being said the shock waves of Victoria's strike had certainly destroyed more than enough to render the barrier largely inoperable, repairing it would take more effort than it was worth. Not to mention that apparently Osamu was right about Victoria, and apparently the rest of the fifth, having a severe distaste for anyone interfering with their fights. Reyla could only hope that Victoria was being honest when she said that this was policy and that Osamu hadn't actually managed to nettle her pride, though Reyla was inclined to bet on the former. Regardless she pulled her energy in, expecting things to get more serious, and reshaped what remained of the barrier around herself as a small but dense shield.
Speaking of pride however, Reyla was barely able to hold back an eye roll when Victoria began to tell Osamu to beg forgiveness. She did manage it though, she didn't want to be caught being 'disrespectful'. Unfortunately the problem still remained that Victoria wasn't going to get anywhere with someone as prideful as Osamu by trying make him humiliate himself and grovel before her, not that Reyla had any success getting him to admit his own wrongdoing either. She also didn't think that such a blatant show of force would be able to cow him either, though if Reyla wasn't as quick to react with her own defenses she'd certainly be in a problem.
As the spiritual pressure continued to pound down on her a flickering sheen could be seen all across Reyla, and more importantly a thin network of cracks could also be seen appearing over her impromptu shield almost as quickly as she was able to repair them. Reyla briefly thought about interjecting, but thought better of it and pursed her lips as she waited to see what was going to happen.
Approved for a new total of 3 unused/1604 total, just would like to note that when calculating word count do not count the part where you notate the word count, it didn't make much of a difference this time, but over longer threads it can make a minor but important difference.
The clearing around Reyla was absolutely drenched in hollow blood, invisible to the average mortal but not so much to anyone with a lick of spiritual awareness. A faint sheen over her body displayed the reason that Reyla herself was completely free of stains, though with how frustrated she looked it might have been more fitting for her to be drenched in the fruits of her work. A small device began to ring in Reyla's robe, but just like every time before she was far to distracted by the details of what she was writing furiously as she muttered under her breath, likewise the two Shinigami who hesitantly broke into the clearing also escaped her notice.
"What's missing, everything I do is overreacting, I try and subtly manipulate the blood and instead the beast is torn apart from the inside, I try to coalesce a thin wire of iron and I get a chunk of ore..."
One of the Shinigami nervously began to make his way towards Reyla, "Miss Natori, we need to talk to you."
"I know I'm not putting to much energy in, even if I was the spellforms have bleed off elements built into them, any extra energy should just siphon off into the air."
The Shinigami sent a furtive glance to his companion before turning back to Reyla, catching another glimpse of the glade-turned-slaughterhouse, "Miss Natori."
"It's almost as if, no, but maybe. Blood has always been seen as-"
Finally the Shinigami, tired of being ignored, took a deep breath and began to shout, "Reyla Natori! We need-"
Reyla whirled to face the Shinigami and his partner, fixing them both with an iron glare, "What is so important that you feel like interrupting my research."
The individual in front of her backed up, but didn't fully shrink away, "Reyla Natori, we've attempted to contact you multiple times, we need to make our way to the local safe house. Soul Society has been placed under quarantine, a plague has been declared."
Reyla's anger froze, a plague? How? When? Where were the signs? Shaking her head to dismiss her thoughts, plenty of time to quietly freak out later, Reyla returned her gaze to the Shinigami in front of her, "Alright, let's go. Do we have anyone else to pick up?"
Reyla's eye twitched slightly, but she didn't allow her exasperation to show in her voice, "Fine, lead the way."
Reyla frowned, this was getting no where. While her spell did help her realize rather quickly that Osamu's decoy was just that, the fact remained he had moved far to fast to track, and he'd already proven he was fast enough to stay out of Victoria's reach, and he was clearly unable to hurt her, even with the sudden boost of power he'd gotten from whatever technique he'd used. With a sigh Reyla focused her energy just a bit to perform another harmless psuedo-kido like she had earlier and brought her hands together in a clap that thundered loudly enough to grab attention.
"I'm disappointed Shimazu. All of that talk about putting Third seat Aeserninus in her place, and all you're doing is running, what happened to showing that the underdog would come out on top? Surely you realize you're not going to tire her out. Besides," Reyla's eyes narrowed in a glare, "this would really be easier if you actually thought about why we might want to punish you. You don't think that we believe Ruby to have been in the right do you? Her actions were inexcusable and needed addressing, but they needed addressing by her superiors away from the eyes of impressionable recruits who were looking to her and yourself for proof of a unified Soul Society. By responding to her antagonism in kind, especially when you had to know she was clearly unstable, which again needed to be dealt with properly, you showed a divided Soul Society to our newest members right when it would hurt the most. She may have weakened the view, but your willingness to participate in infighting did far more damage by showing that more than just one officer couldn't be trusted to behave. You presented an image of a fractured power structure in a time of desperate stress."
"However, that really doesn't matter now, what matters now is right here, right now, and you're avoiding it, so let's fix it." Reyla almost lazily lifted one finger up and pointed it towards the distant ceiling of the training area, "Bakudo number ninety-eight, Koritsu Shita Sekai." Instantly a bright beam of light shot up and burst far above the combat, spreading out into an umbrella that quickly fell to begin covering the entire chamber, more than enough to cover Osamu and Victoria. "Here's what's going to happen, I'm going to keep constricting this barrier until you have to actually put your words into action. I know you could just break my barrier, but we both know that even at your power that would take time, time you don't have." Reyla was also aware that even in the practically non-existent time it would take for her spell to fully seal them in Osamu could easily escape, which was why she decided to cover the whole arena. "Not to mention, every time you try to knock my barrier down with your somewhat lackluster Kido and brute force I'll just put the barrier back up."
As Victoria rushed ahead after attempting to reassure her Reyla couldn't help but glance at Victoria's arm which was still clearly wounded. I somehow doubt that they'd run, I might be wrong but I can't shake the feeling that whoever's out here knows about your arm and is trying to take advantage of your perceived weakness. At least I hope it's simply perceived. As Reyla moved to follow Victoria her thoughts turned to the possibility that Victoria mentioned of a false beacon activated by a human who just happened to be able to see spiritual constructs. The explanation felt hollow to her and she somehow doubted that any Shinigami would risk the wrath of their superiors by leaving a beacon behind like that, especially given that the Seireitei couldn't afford to treat any distress signal with anything but the utmost urgency given the state of their numbers.
Reyla was mildly surprised to be pulled aside by Victoria, but she didn't let it show as her superior informed her of the presence beyond the door behind them. On hearing the news Reyla fought back the urge to grip her blade tighter, though she had no doubt that if their watcher wasn't suspicious of them before they definitely would be now after seeing Victoria pull her aside and whisper to her after they'd been talking freely not half a minute beforehand. Not that Reyla could afford to bring that fact up without further alerting their tail about their awareness, so instead she just steeled herself mentally and prepared for a fight as they kept searching for the beacon, pretending not to notice the feeling of eyes on their backs.
There's no way she's this oblivious is there? I've seen her fight before, she has to know he's baiting her. There's no way she can get close enough to hit him at the speeds he's moving, not unless she's holding back on her own speeds. Not to mention it's clear he can't hurt her, even if he did have more power than he's showing there's to many flaws in his spells for them to pose any real threat to her.
Reyla's eyes narrowed as she bent her mind to figuring out what exactly was going on. Reyla had no reason to call Victoria subtle, and her actions were certainly speaking true to what Reyla had seen in the short time she'd been working with the woman, but even so she seemed to be showing a shocking lack of insight. Of course even if Reyla could tell that Osamu was baiting Victoria she had no idea what he was baiting her for. For all intents and purposes the two were in a stalemate with neither being able to do anything to the other by virtue of either underwhelming strength or overwhelming speed.
Idly Reyla began to channel energy through her fingers, seeming to toss flickers of lightning from one finger to the next as she attempted to puzzle the situation out. The action had started as a simple method to practice her finer Kido control, but after years it had become an almost instinctive act that she used to calm herself and keep settle her mind, that it still served it's purpose in keeping her skills sharp was just a side benefit at this point.
As Victoria began to attempt to close in on Osamu again Reyla shook her head before muttering under her breath, "Sanguine Kido number 4, Aspectu." As she felt the energy of her spell crawl from her heart into her eyes Reyla shivered, the almost velvety feeling of the spells that she had begun to develop still made her uncomfortable, though that was mostly because she couldn't help but be reminded of the time she spent- Reyla shook her head to clear her thoughts and focused on the battle in front of her, finding that both combatants now had bright red lines running through them.
During her...trials from the time of the plague Reyla had developed this spell after realizing that in spiritual beings power often flowed along the same paths as their lifeblood, and while she couldn't see anything that she wasn't already aware of, no spell could really replace the sixth sense that all spiritual beings used to detect each other no matter how much Reyla wished otherwise, this spell did allow her to watch the flow of power in her targets. Useful for reconnaissance or aiming at the target of a long range device as the spell could work through a magnification device, but not much else.
Unsurprisingly Victoria's energies seemed focused in her arms and legs, clearly focused for the act of hand to hand combat, Osamu's energy did start some alarm bells ringing however. Osamu's hands shone like rubies under direct sunlight, which was to be expected as he directed his Kido through them, but underneath the tattoo that had formed on his arm the streams of power were being forcefully constricted, which was causing a worrying build up of power that flowed along the lines of the tattoo itself.
As the battle moved forward Reyla debated telling Victoria that something was up, but decided against it. She didn't know exactly what Osamu was doing in the first place, and she had yet to actually reveal any information on her newly acquired spells and was loathe to do so to someone who likely wouldn't understand what she was talking about.
Reyla frowned from above the battle that had just begun. She wasn't intimately familiar with the technique that Osamu had just used that resulted in the tattoos, but she did recognize his method of spell casting. It wasn't common, but it also wasn't unheard of for Shinigami to replace the spoken element of spell casting with some form of physical movement, in the end it wasn't the specific words or movements that created the spell, but rather the manipulation of will. The purpose of spell chants and intonations was to help guide the caster's will down the necessary paths, and there was no reason that physical actions couldn't serve the same mnemonic purpose.
Silent casting aside however, Osamu's spell might as well have been nonexistent for all of the effect it seemed to have had on Victoria. He has to know he's outclassed here, so what's his game. I don't buy his self righteous underdog story, so what are his actual motivations? Even if he was telling the truth it wouldn't make sense for him to make a challenge he knew he couldn't win. Reyla's eyes narrowed, what's your game Shimazu?
Unfortunately there was nothing Reyla could do at the moment, not that she felt Victoria would be thrilled if she did decide to step in the middle of their spat, so all she could do at the moment was sit back and wait.
Reyla leaned back in her chair and tiredly brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face with a sigh as she took in the office space around her. The walls of the small cubicle were plastered with papers covered in scrawling diagrams and designs that seemed to twist and turn on the paper, drawing in the eyes and minds of the unprepared as they appeared to slither across the paper. The papers on the desk were likewise covered in the captivating esoteric designs that inevitably resulted when one decided to work on developing Kido using graphical representations. Simply put the stirring of energy and sheer potential that could theoretically transcend beyond even the three dimensions that most were familiar with didn’t take kindly to being bound to a two-dimensional representation, even if none of the magic itself had been put into the images.
Over her long years of study and Kido development Reyla had found that simple words and shapes can hold immense power, something that once she had fully grasped had allowed her to leap ahead in her understanding of Kido though the use of sigils and graphical representations such as the ones on her walls, though unlike the spell that she wanted to be working on and which had led her to this understanding, none of these diagrams had anything to do with pushing beyond the limits of the Soul Society’s current understanding of time. No, the spells that currently surrounded Reyla were of the much more mundane variety, at least from her perspective. Barriers, beams, bindings, and enchantments that would see excessive use on the battlefield. Spells that would have to be tested, and as the only one she actually trusted to be able to safely attempt to cast the higher-level spells that she was now tasked with creating Reyla would have to be the one to go out and test them, and if she were to hazard a guess she’d have to say testing would likely take weeks to complete.
Not that she minded of course, but as she stood up and felt the popping of her back after having spent far to long crouched over her desk Reyla promised herself that before she left she’d be taking a much-earned trip to the spa.
Reyla grimaced as she shook the gore off her hands before reaching into her robe to pull out her notebook to record the results of her latest batch of testing. Today had been dedicated to the testing of a spell that she’d been inspired to create after her frustrating mission with Merrick and Tatsuya, who unfortunately had managed to escape the compound they’d been investigating just before the ‘cleansing’ took place. Once she’d gotten the chance to return to the Seireitei, clean herself off, and destress Reyla had begun to think about the spell, Futto, she’d used to remove the last Hollow that they’d encountered in the compound.
The spell was simple, it flash boiled any water in front of the caster and normally it was used to in conjunction with other spell casters who focused on using water-based Kido, or with Shinigami with water related Zanpakutou releases, to quickly add extra power to the water-based attacks in the form of scalding heat. While Reyla was sure that she wasn’t the first to ever use Futto in the manner that she did, namely to boil the blood inside of her target, it had gotten her to thinking about the nature of blood and how it could be turned to her advantage, and by extension the rest of the Seireitei.
The concept boiled down to one very specific fact, Kido had nearly limitless potential in terms of what it could do. This was something that, at least in Reyla’s opinion, made it significantly more potent than any similar skill that the other spiritually aware races could bring to bear. True it might seem to lack the destructive power of a Cero or the mobility and staying power of a Quincy artifact, but it allowed for cunning and unpredictability that gave Shinigami an edge in the mysticism department.
Couple that with the fact that blood and other internal body parts are made up of several different components and suddenly the possibilities seemed endless. The current spell she was working on specifically focused on the manipulation of iron within the bloodstream. The idea was to cause the iron to concentrate into small slivers that would then tear their way through the victim, cutting them up from the inside out, though so far her results had been more visceral than expected. She certainly expected some splatter, but what she was getting was an outright eruption from the victim.
Reyla couldn’t place her finger on it, but something about the energies mixing with the blood of her targets was causing an unstable reaction. She could feel that there was something, some key element that would allow her to unlock the potentials of this kind of spellwork, but until she found it she’d just have to keep struggling on.
With a shake of her head Reyla finished writing her notes and making small alterations to her spells. With luck she’d figure this out soon, but until then she’d need plenty of subjects. As such it was with a final look at the scene before her that Reyla turned and began to walk away, hopeful that her traps had managed to catch some more hollows.
Reyla watched the back and forth between Osamu and Victoria with mild amusement, and in some cases barely hidden contempt. After they had both made their challenges however Reyla felt the need to speak up before she would be forced to take cover from the ensuing combat. "That is a very interesting take on events Third seat Shimazu, and I can't even fault anything you said as a lie. Well, except for one thing. I don't actually recall a 'sign up' sheet being sent out through the seiretei to announce the exercise that Rubianca led, messages and some flyers yes, but a single central sheet to identify everyone who would be there? Not so much. However, as I mentioned at the time I had been extraordinarily busy so it wouldn't be unreasonable for me to have missed a detail such as that. However-" a small smile slid across Reyla's face, "I do seem to recall that you said that you had made your way to the exercise simply to observe, and before you ask even if I couldn't hear you from behind my barrier you were more than within earshot of several people, so why would you have signed up for a drill that you had no intention of actually participating in? Also, if your presence is so important in the Second, why did you leave your duties to simply observe a training exercise?"
As Reyla continued to speak, her voice never rising beyond a conversational volume and her tone never varying from innocently curious, she propped her arm on her hip to strike an even more unconcerned pose. "I also heard about how you spoke back to Rubianca. I am well aware that she was hostile to you before you said anything, but was that really an excuse to label the entire Fifth division as 'having lost touch with reality'? I was under the impression that as one of the highest ranking members of the second you'd be able to have some control and show a bit of discretion. Surely Rubianca wasn't the first to make accusations about your duties to you, so why go out of your way to taunt her?" Reyla laughed lightly and pushed a stray locket of hair out of her eyes. "These are all questions that I admit to being confused over, but now that I've found out this isn't a one time thing, and after seeing where your actions have brought you today, well I think I understand."
Reyla shook her head, "Really though, do you think the best way to get someones attention is to anger them, get them to fight you?" Reyla gestured to Victoria as she spoke, "I mean I definitely see why you'd be interested, but what you're doing is essentially the same as a child kicking sand in his crushes face because he doesn't understand why he's feeling that way. Me? I would have started with a nice dinner, but to each their own I suppose. Regardless, you've got Victoria's undivided attention now," Reyla's grin took on a sinister edge, "so I'll leave you to 'enjoy' it."
With that Reyla disappeared with a simple flash step, reappearing a decent distance away standing above the nearby treeline. She had no illusions that should he want to Osamu could easily follow her and make any complaints about her accusations painfully well known, but by doing that he not only would be turning away from the woman he had just challenged, but also added weight to Reyla's words. She knew that he would see through her blatent attempt to get under his skin, but any attempt by himself to argue her points would only lead to her petty statements gaining weight, not that Reyla felt Victoria would believe a word of what she had just said. Her point however would have been made. Your not the only one who can thinly veil baited statements here anymore Shimazu. You'll pay for embarrassing my friend.
They might as well be rags for the level of professionalism you decided to show during the exercise. Strength and skill aside, if you can't put your self righteousness aside enough to leave another squad to their own devices rather than deliberately interrupt them, and then have the gall to complain about professionalism, then you don't deserve to be in your position.
As Reyla watched Victoria speak to Osamu she made a small motion with one of her hands causing a faint click to sound out from the trap door above them. A very simple spell that amounted to nothing more than very light telekinesis, not even providing enough force to lift a small object, was all it took for her to turn the lock on the trap door, ensuring that the trio wouldn't be disturbed by any of their peers who might want to make use of the underground facility. With that taken care of Reyla turned her attention back to Victoria and Osamu as she listened in on their conversation. She almost laughed when Victoria offered him a position in the Fifth, she was clearly mocking him while pointing out his apparent tendency to skulk about on the squad's grounds. She didn't actually know much of anything about third seat Shimazu outside of the fact he was an officer of the second division and that she didn't have a particularly high opinion of him after witnessing his behavior, even if it was only the one time. He'd been polite enough on the way here, but she doubted that was out of any true respect.
Reyla frowned when Victoria mentioned a simulated battle, she hadn't heard about that event. She'd have to ask about it later, asking questions now could undermine Victoria's position. Her frown deepened somewhat when Victoria mentioned the incident at Ruby's training exercise. She wasn't sure what Victoria stood to gain by being so flippant about Ruby's identity, but given that Reyla actually respected the woman the tone didn't sit well with her. However her expression only lingered for a moment before slipping back into a neutral mask as Victoria made her not at all veiled threat, though admittedly Reyla was somewhat surprised that someone of Victoria's reputation would be using paper work to present her threat.
As she followed Victoria across the rooftops a frown fought its way onto Reyla's lips. I'll agree that large hollow movements wouldn't be terribly likely in areas with high concentrations of Quincy they'd be much better suited to pull off a covert strike. Hollows have natural weapons such as claws and teeth to attack with, while Quincy can't so much as sneeze without blasting reishi everywhere. Not to mention the ability for a quick extraction with a garganta would be quite a safety net. Regardless the perpetrator matters less than the situation at the moment.
"I didn't intend to imply that the mission had changed, simply that we should be prepared for an ambush." In all honesty that might make this a bit more fun. As Reyla's blood-lust began to stir a grin of anticipation made its way across her features. That grin fell away into a look of grim determination as the pair got closer to the beacon's location, at this distance even Reyla was beginning to pick up on the faint signs of battle, signs that as they'd both noticed were far to sparse to indicate the kind of battle that would result in a squad calling for back up. What was truly frustrating however was the fact that Reyla still couldn't pick out what type of beings had actually left the traces behind, the signatures were to faint and spread to thinly for her to be able to garner any useful information.
Reyla came to a crouch just behind and to the left of Victoria and silently drew Majo no Tsuki as she tensed for whatever would happen, even if by some miracle they found the team still alive she didn't trust the situation at all.
As Reyla continued to lead Osamu through the Fifth she couldn't help but allow a small smile to show, not that her follower would see it as she kept her attention pointed forwards. "I'm enjoying it, I must admit. There's more camaraderie here than I'd grown accustomed to in the Third." The pair quickly made their to the general practice grounds, which was Reyla's cue to turn towards one of the larger fields, or more specifically a hidden grate on the ground in one of the corners. "I'll admit that Third seat Aeserninus can be rough around the edges, but I hardly see that as a problem. She's honest about her views and what she'll tolerate." Perhaps a bit too honest. "I'll also agree that she takes discipline seriously, but considering her responsibilities that's hardly surprising. Regardless I'm not a position to confirm any rumors."
Osamu was reaching for information and she knew it, and more importantly she knew that Osamu was aware that she knew it. One didn't reach the higher echelons of the second division without learning how to gather information discreetly, and Osamu was being anything but discreet in his probing. "As for your summons my understanding is simply that my superior-" Reyla suppressed a shudder at using that word, even if she had to give the woman respect she hardly believed anyone to truly be superior to her, just a walking a bit farther ahead on the path that Reyla was sprinting down, but she had to at least pretend that she didn't mind the classification. "-wishes to speak with you about something that you left on our grounds."
At this point they had reached the grate to Victoria and Genki's training ground, so without any further pause Reyla opened the hatch and climbed in, swiftly finding herself in a large training area divided into various terrains ranging from frozen tundra to lush forest. When Reyla had first been allowed into the facility she'd been amazed by the complexity of the enchantments that held the place together and restored it every night. Much to the chagrin of the the ones who had brought her down there to fight she'd become so distracted by the spellwork that they'd had to drag her away from what she had been looking at just to get her to start training.
Luckily Victoria was waiting close to the bottom of the ladder in order to facilitate Reyla and Osamu finding her. "Third seat Aeserninus, I've brought third seat Shimazu like you asked." Though I'm not sure why you were willing to have him down here.
As Reyla stepped up beside Victoria she spread her own senses out and frowned. While Victoria could clearly feel something in the area the traces were to faint for Reyla to detect, indicating that there hadn't been much of a fight. Even someone with as little skill in detection as herself would be able to pick out signs of a battle, not to mention as she looked out over the buildings she could see no damage. Reyla's eyes narrowed as she took all of this in, even the lightest of conflicts between Shinigami, Hollows, or Quincies resulted in some form of physical damage on the landscape, something that caused no shortage of frustration for those in charge of keeping the existence of the spirit realm a secret from the living masses. Possibilities ran through Reyla's mind, but only a few stood out.
"I think we were lured. There are next to no signs of spiritual battle here, that makes me think that the call was sent out fraudulently either by an enemy using the device or tricking a single remaining Shinigami into sending the signal for them. A Hollow, or group of them, could have trapped the squad in their world with a garganta and chased a lone survivor out at this location to force their hand, or Quincy could have killed the squad elsewhere and set the signal. I'm betting on Hollows though, Quincy can't do anything without leaving their spiritual footprints behind, Hollows often have claws and teeth that could kill without the need for spiritual abilities to get involved."
Reyla looked at Victoria, and more importantly her injury, out of the side of her eye. "Especially if they knew they could get you here and knew that you were wounded somehow."
As the group began to thread their way through the corridors back towards the exit Reyla had to struggle to keep her frustration in check. The day had turned into a mess, and strangely enough it had virtually nothing to do with Merrick this time. Reyla wasn't particularly keen to help someone who had clearly stolen her work and applied it to their own devices without consulting her. Especially since it was so poorly applied. Regardless now was not the time nor the place to exercise her frustrations as she wasn't eager to find out what sanitizing the base entailed. She could make several guesses, but as none of them sounded particularly comforting she didn't feel like attempting to find out more.
In an attempt to hasten her own exit Reyla made her way to the front of the group, but before they got much farther a rising howl began to travel towards them from one of the side passages, followed closely by the crashing of a moderately sized hollow barreling out of the hall in front of them and slamming into the wall. Reyla's mouth was open to cast her spell before the beast had managed to do more than look at them, but in that instant Reyla caught sight of the bloody tatters of what she could only guess where Tatsuya's robes hanging between the monster's teeth.
Normally this might have made Reyla hesitate, normally the robes would belong to someone she didn't know, or maybe someone she did know and felt sympathy for. Even in the case of someone like Tatsuya Reyla might have still shown some emotion, if for no other reason than to keep up the mask that she used to hide her crueler tendancies from the world. Today though? Today she didn't care. She had interacted enough with Merrick to know that he would care how she carried herself, and she knew herself enough to know that she didn't care what he thought of her either, and as the researcher they'd found didn't know her she felt no reason to hide anything from her.
Especially if it meant making the woman and her cohorts think twice about stealing from her again.
"Hado number ten, Futto." An invisible wave crashed over the Hollow, causing it to freeze, then start howling as it began to write and scratch at it's own skin. Soon the beast had drawn it's own blood, but instead of a crimson flow steam shot out from the ruptures as the beast's skin bubbled and burst, releasing more steam. With a final howl, not even five seconds since the spell was cast, the hollow burst apart as the steam escaped it's body, leaving the way clear. Futto was a simple spell, but devastatingwhen used against something that didn't have the skill or raw power to blunt it's bite. Put simply it heated any liquid in front of the caster, such as blood, for a certain distance, which depended on the caster's abilities, to a boiling point.
Stepping through the rapidly cooling mist Reyla continued onward until they all reached the exit, more than ready to leave and find answers elsewhere.
Reyla eyed Osamu for a moment after he asked his question, their footsteps echoing in the halls of the Second's complex. His words seemed innocent enough, but with the second you couldn't always tell. Not to mention his actions during Ruby's training didn't leave Reyla inclined to like the man. Regardless of his reasons he had deliberately antagonized another officer during a time of crisis, and the result had been disastrous. Unfortunately the best course of action seemed to be to keep her feelings to herself for the moment since she was outranked by Shimazu in more ways than one.
"I remember you from that day as well, as for why I'm delivering messages for the Fifth the answer is simply that I've been transferred into that division at my own request." The transfer from Third to Fifth was admittedly strange, so before Shizamu could ask the obvious question Reyla continued, "I believe that in the current situation my abilities will be best used where I have more immediate access to newer recruits so that I can train them in Kido, a subject which seems to be largely ignored by fresh recruits. I also felt that I would be of more use placed in a more active combat role than what I would experience in the Third. I now act as Third seat Aeserninus' assistant as well as holding the rank of officer among the troops of the Fifth."
As the pair stepped back out into the light Reyla stepped forward to take the lead. It was a certainty that Shizamu knew the way to their destination, but it wouldn't do to be seen being led to her own division by a member of a different division. "I trust that answers any questions regarding my placement that you might have?"
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