[BCOLOR=#800000]Zuo Ci, 4th division Lt.[/BCOLOR]
Zuo Ci was actually working when a hell butterfly came in, landing on him. He was a little unsteady on his feet from the funeral, but he didn't talk about it. A visible red mark was still on the side of his face. Ci explained he had a sudden urge to work, which no one believed. The Butterfly caught him off-guard.
[BCOLOR=#800000]"A captain's meeting, what on earth do they want me there for!?"[/BCOLOR]
His patient flatlined. Zuo Ci looked more annoyed than anything.
"Oh for the love of- Get up."
An electric shock accompanied his Kaido, and the patient was jump started back.
[BCOLOR=#800000]"3rd seat, get in here!"[/BCOLOR]
"I'm busy."
[BCOLOR=#800000]"And I'm old, excuses, excuses. They want me in a captain's meeting."[/BCOLOR]
A pause was visibly heard around the barracks, more out of fear than anything else. A thud broke it as a lower seated officer fainted. A sudden and steady beep caused everyone to get back to work. Zuo Ci grumbled, and headed off to the captain's meeting, the 3rd seat taking over for him.
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Zuo Ci entered the meeting, and almost breathed a sigh of relief as he saw other Lieutenants, and more importantly his captain. He'd never been
so happy to see her. Normally during the Lieutenants meetings, he tried avoiding work from other divisions as much as possible. He liked his work, being a medic. It was a cushy job. Other people's work could be dangerous, or worse, boring. He liked other people having those assignments. He prefered the screaming in the med-bay. Still, he was in a good mood to see his captain.With a smile, he even walked behind her, patting her on the back.
[BCOLOR=#800000]"My, my, look at my captain, diligently trying to get a promotion for even more work. I aspire that I may work as hard as you, if only my old age wasn't working up on me. My back! By the way, got a little brown there by the way."[/BCOLOR]
He motioned to his nose, before nodding at the captain commander.
[BCOLOR=#800000]"'Sup?"[/BCOLOR]
Then, as per his normal attitude, Zuo Ci stepped to the back of the room, where he would hopefully be given as little work as possible.
There was one thing that bothered him though, especially the king meathead's suggestion about how finding their hideout.
[BCOLOR=#800000]"Yeah, lead us to their hideout, great thinking. Young'uns. Just throwin' it out there, if I were somehow captured by the enemy, I'd promise them access to my hideout, open a dangai, mess with it JUST a little, and laugh as the whole thing cra-*cough*cough* I mean- I'd set a trap for them on the way, and it would be a bad idea... yeah... that's what I meant."[/BCOLOR]
Illea Sirani, La Tercera
With black substance still dripping down her face, Illea made her way early to the throne room where they met. She could rest in her chair there anyways. With her small size, it seemed almost like a bed. She still had a great many things to think about from her talk with Guerra. Things she didn't want to think about. Whether or not she could trust Vaham wasn't a problem, he was her friend, her thinking stopped there.... or rather she couldn't let herself think it out. The question she had was, if Guerra didn't like Vaham, and things went south, what would she do? Alexander and Xenethis fought all the time, but secretly, she thought that's how they showed their friendship. That was no big deal. What if someone ACTUALLY made a fight in the Espada? She wanted ALL her friends, not just one or two.
Illea shook her head as she realized the answer.
"If a fight broke out... I couldn't let them hurt each other. Friends don't let other friends get hurt. If I want us to keep being friends, I need to make sure nothing could break us apart. If Vaham doesn't have any obstacles, he'll be happy with us. If he's happy with us, Guerra will be happy with him. So for us not to have obstacles...I need to remove them."
When she thought of 'them', instantly she thought of Kenpachi. She didn't know why, but whenever she thought of Kenpachi, she got antsy. She didn't normally like fighting.... but for some reason, she felt she needed to fight him again, prove that she could do it. He embodied strength, she embodied weakness. Day, and night.
Sure he was in as bad a condition as she was by the end, but that gave away her abilities.... of that day at least.
Illea smiled through the black goop, a finger almost melting before reforming. Her disease changed so often, it wasn't as if the balancers would get a miracle cure.
"Kenpachi...I called him weak, I need him to fall. I won't lose next time. If I can't be do that, I can't remove obstacles for Líder, and I can't keep all the Espada friends. I need to figure out how to beat Kenpachi. I can't let myself fall to a balancer again. I've seen all his tricks, he hasn't seen all of mine, it should be easy! He called himself the 'strongest'."
With those final thoughts, Illea positioned herself in her chair, mumbling as she tried to rest.
"Are you happy Vaham? Did I do good?"