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?"
Reyla forced herself to push past her pride, even if the older woman hadn't meant to her words came across as patronizing, and Reyla's ego didn't take well to that. Unfortunately Reyla had to admit that her ego wasn't the most important thing at the moment, that and she knew that the woman wasn't brushing aside her offer, even if she clearly felt that such precautions were unnecessary. That would probably be a common theme if Reyla was any judge.
Regardless Reyla could take her frustration out whenever they made contact with the enemy, assuming the enemy hadn't already left anyway.
Reyla nodded and stepped back a bit, allowing Victoria's hand to fall off of her shoulder. "Alright, this will only take a moment." Reyla reached out and placed one finger on Victoria's chest. In an instant a list of several applicable barriers ran through Reyla's mind, but in the end she decided on a combination spell that would not only add a bit of extra protection but also reinforce her striking ability with lightning in order to help compensate for her wounded arm. "Bakuhado number 82, Denki Shoheki." As the name of the spell passed from Reyla's lips a blue light pulsed down her finger and into Victoria, a glowing band of energy rippling across Victoria's person before slowly fading away. The barrier would be able to withstand the force of a large number of blows, and on contact, either defensively or offensively, the barrier would also release a large jolt of electricity into the victim, something that Reyla decided to keep to herself, for now.
"That should hold throughout the mission. Now I believe we should get moving."
Reyla's eyes drifted back and forth even as her legs carried her unerringly towards her destination. The clicking of her sandals and the fluttering of her robes were able to be clearly heard despite the fact that she was in the heart of one of the divisions of the Gotei. Normally Reyla would chock up this silence to the effects of the plague having taken so many lives, but this time she knew that wasn't necessarily the case. The few times she'd been to the Second division she had had similar experiences, even before the plague, and at this point she simply believed that the silence in the more public areas of the division was a tactic meant to unnerve visitors.
Unfortunately it was a tactic that worked.
Thankfully when Victoria had given her the letter to deliver to third seat Osamu she'd also informed her of where exactly the man in question could be found, and as such she didn't need to worry about trying to search the entire compound for him. The thought of what she was doing brought a slight frown to Reyla's face, she had never envisioned herself as a messenger, especially not when she had signed up to transfer to the Fifth, however she also knew enough to not make a big deal out of it. Eventually she would shine and take a more fitting place among her peers, and perhaps then she could make some changes.
Reyla's frown slipped from her face as she approached her destination, and turning into the room she had been told to find Reyla spotted her quarry and spoke to get his attention. "Third seat Shimazu, I have a message for your from Third seat Aeserninus."
And what if there are quincies there who aren't responsible but merely- no. Even if I believe that we should be less suspicious and willing to strike against the other factions there's no way I would believe that a group of quincies, let alone Hollow breeds, would be anywhere nearby and be innocent in this. "Understood." As she followed Victoria Reyla couldn't help but frown for just a moment, in all honesty she was used to taking point in any combat missions that got thrown her way, even if that was simply because during the rare times, or rare before the plague at least, that members of the third got sent out to fight she was one of the very few actually willing to wade in without many reservations. Unfortunately her own experiences beside she could clearly tell that Victoria outclassed her by a significant amount in experience, power, and likely skill.
No, the best option was to have Victoria proceed as point, that being said Reyla still didn't like the idea of someone else going in unprotected, no matter how strong they were. For a while Reyla was silent, though she did speak up when they reached the Senkaimon. As she pulled out Majo no Tsuki Reyla got her superior's attention. Superior, it feels strange to be forced to think of someone that way, regardless of my own thoughts. I suppose I'll have to deal with it for now. "Ma'am, before we go in would you like me to place a self contained Bakudo on you? I could create a thin barrier that exists just above your skin and moves with you. Due to it's flexibility it wouldn't be as powerful as one of my normal barriers, but it would still provide decent protection."
While her expression remained stoic Reyla couldn't help but flinch inwardly, she couldn't tell whether or not Victoria had somehow picked up on her distaste as to Victoria's uniform, but regardless she still took the words as a reprimand of sorts. Reyla wasn't a stranger to going long periods of time working on something without being able to take care of herself like she would like to, and from the tone of Victoria's voice she wasn't happy about her current state either. Regardless, that wasn't important anymore as it looked like they were both going to get covered in grime of some sort.
As she followed Victoria towards the Senkaimon Reyla began to wonder what exactly their 'combat hop' was going to entail, or more specifically who they'd be fighting. If a high ranking officer such as Victoria was being called in as an emergency then the situation likely either involved an attempt at rescue or the retrieval of a dead squad and their information. The real question was if they were dealing with Hollows or Quincies. It was most likely that they'd be combating Hollows, and likely a large group of weaker specimens lead by a few stronger individuals. Given what Reyla knew of Victoria's power, mostly that it was far beyond her own, that likely mean Adjuchas or low ranking Arrancar.
However Sweden was very much inside of what was traditional Quincy territory, namely Europe. As such it was possible that a group of Quincy had pinned down a squad of Shinigami for some reason or another, possibly due to the weakened presence of Shinigami after the plague. There was also the possibility of spiritualists or Fullbringers, but that was even less likely than a group of Quincy making an overt attack and giving their targets time to send out a distress signal.
No, the most likely answer was Hollows, but it never hurt to be prepared, and following that train of thought Reyla spoke up, "Is this retrieval, rescue, or other ma'am?"
As Reyla walked in and closed the door behind her she took a moment to get a good look at the room that she was in. At first glance the room looked like a barely contained mess. There were papers everywhere and the only seat not covered by something was the one that her superior was currently using. First glances can often be deceiving however, and it wasn't long before Reyla began to see some kind of organization within the room. Each pile of papers, calling them stacks would have been to generous, seemed to be made up of related reports from what she could glean from the titles that she could see, and each area of the room seemed to be dedicated to a certain type of report. Reyla saw one area that was filled with reports about disciplinary incidents separated by squad, recon reports that were organized by country, and several other similar pockets of organized Chaos.
From what she could glimpse of what Victoria was currently working on it seemed that her new boss was currently dealing with action reports, and judging by her appearance it wouldn't surprise Reyla if one of those reports had been written by Victoria herself rather recently. While Reyla had seen the woman before, albeit only for a moment, she hadn't gotten a chance to really look at her, and now that she did she couldn't help but notice the road map of scars and burns that crisscrossed Victoria's body. Before the plague Reyla might have found those scars distasteful at best, but now? Now she felt that scars like that showed a kind of dedication and experience sorely needed in the Seiretei.
What stood out the most however, were the bandages wrapping up her right shoulder. They were clearly new, even with the various fluids that covered not only the bandages, but Victoria's entire uniform. That did cause Reyla to need to restrain herself from frowning and reaching out to sanitize the clothing. She had no problem with the blood and mud per se, and in fact she had been more than happy to find herself covered in it while in the heat of combat, but unless Victoria had only just come from a fight then Reyla felt there was no reason for her to not be wearing a clean uniform. Regardless Reyla held back, she didn't know how Victoria would react to comments about her attire, and as much as it might irk her Reyla wasn't stupid enough to risk her position over something like a dirty robe.
"Victoria Aeserninus? My name is Reyla Natori, I recently transferred from the Third and I've been assigned to work as your assistant both afield and in the office."
Welcome to Bleach Gotei, an alternate universe Bleach RP!
Seireitei is crumbling and the Gotei is a shell of its former self. Ravaged by the plague, the surviving Shinigami struggle to maintain the balance, but with so few of them left, the work is taxing and their fortress-city has fallen to neglect. Spread thin across all fronts, their diminished presence has been noted by friend and foe alike.
The Arrancar have rebuilt Las Noches and are rallying. The throne remains empty, but self-styled Espada have risen up from among them and are vying for control, each one endlessly testing the others’ weaknesses. Too evenly matched for any one of them to claim the crown, they bide their time, waiting for the opportune moment.
On Earth, all seems well—but there is a war being fought in the shadows as the mortals find themselves lacking the protection they once had and so sorely need. The Quincy, having realized the oppressive specter of the Shinigami is no more, are flourishing, and are fighting the Hollow-breeds with renewed vigor.