There's a bit of a backlog in the Tenth. If anyone's expecting anything from us, be patient. If it's urgent, just let me know.

Squad leaders, have your reports in by this weekend; I'll need them for January's duty rosters.

Okada, your team is scheduled to patrol in the Living World on Monday. I'll be taking that patrol; you and your team will stay here. You'll assist Squad Four in their duties that day.

( [Private to Ukitake] )

[Filtered to Friendlies Except Ishida Cuz He's a Whiny Bitch ;p ]
Yo, Hitsugaya, it's your birthday, ain't it? Have a good one.

It's finally starting to snow. That means it's time for all the ink to freeze up in the printing room.

What is everyone planning for the New Year?

( Private to Komamura-taichou // Unhackable )
( Private to Rangiku-san // Unhackable )

[ooc: he shall find on his desk three smaller sized watermelons (hey! they aren't in season after all), as well as this, this and these~]

[[This starts out as an open post - no filter, but gets filtered about ten minutes later....]]

[video]

[Kuukaku is sitting with her back against a tree, panting hard, head tilted down so that her hair, mussed with debris and caked with mud, covers her face.

However, what she can't hide is the deep gash across her upper chest, seeping blood down her chest and soaking into her shirt. Around her arms, there seems to be chains wound tightly into the flesh, the links will probably leave imprints of bruises later on. She's holding her shoulder awkwardly, the way it drops indicating its dislocated. Scratches, blood, grass, and the smear of discharged gunpowder is all over Kuukaku.]

Haa...haa...

Abarai...Renji? I...found...

[A drop of blood is visible dripping from her face. Her voice is rattling and hoarse. Pause. Pant.]

...Kensei. He's okay...

[Another pause, the camera moves as she uses her good hand to swipe at her face. In the movement, there's a flash of the deep cut on her face, starting somewhere in her hair and going in a straight line down the right side of her face to her jaw, barely missing her eye. A hiss of pain before she sets the camera back into focus again.]

Kinda. Past the 80th. Woods. South. Don't keep your thumb up your ass too long, okay?

[ Filtered to Seireitei Residents (Excluding Espada and their underlings who may or may not be residing in SS ATM), Real World Friendlies, and Fellow Trusted Hollows // Mostly Unhackable ]

I feel it impervious that I introduce myself so as not to cause a greater disturbance than I may all ready have.

My name is Neliel Tu Oderschvank. I am an Arrancar and I have come from Hueco Mundo to stay in Seireitei for a while under permission from your Captain Commander. I thank him greatly for this hospitality in trouble times.

I do not wish to associate myself with the other Arrancar you have most likely seen about. It is not my intent to cause anyone discomfort or trouble. I mean you no harm--I merely wish for a place to ride out whatever it is that is attacking my home.

I am also interested to learn more about the way Shinigami conduct their lives, so...please excuse my curiosity.

Thank you for your time. I hope that my presence will not be a problem.

- Neliel Tu Oderschvank

[Private at first, then opened to Mila]
Arikuida. That's its name.

...I'm really not sure what to think of this. It's made me stronger, but this isn't what I asked for. What the hell am I now...?

[added shortly thereafter, filtered to That Shinigami Guy with the 69 Tattoo on his Face and the Tiny Shinigami Girl with the Bun in her Hair]
Hey, you guys speak that weird language...what does "Okase, Arikuida" mean?

[Anyone who had seen or interacted with Kensei during the past week would have found he seemed very distracted, liable to miss total sentances spoken to him as if he had been listening to something else. As the week progressed, he got more irritable (than usual), snapping at people for the most minor mistakes or even sometimes no reason at all. If anyone asked, he just mumbled that he 'wasn't feeling like himself' before walking away. He looked haggard by the end of the week, like he'd not had a restful sleep for days.]

( Private to Abarai-taichou, Rikichi, Hisagi-taichou, Vaizard, and Kuukaku )

[Anyone who comes to his quarters will find Kensei long gone, his things gathered in boxes. His shihakushou is neatly folded and laying on top of the biggest box, the smaller box having a note on it, scrawled messily and quickly, stating that should he not be back within two weeks, that box and everything within goes to Hisagi. The only things appearing to be missing, should anyone look, are his warmest set of clothes and Tachikaze. His issued phone is broken from him hurling it at his wall, his bananaphone is carefully stowed under the Ninth's vice captain's badge Hisagi had given him, purposefully destroyed should the wrong hands get ahold of it.]

[Private to Hinamori]
Hey, thanks for the company the other day. Those were some pretty good little sandwich things. Where'd you get 'em?

[Filtered to Friends, Family, Seireitei Friendlies, and Kensei]

[Voice]

I'm moving the house in five hours. Anything you want hidden from Aizen's big, fat nose better get it to the 42nd before I get out of here. I'll be staying here until the New Years deal, which the asshole will probably show up at.

Somebody better be ready to hold me back if he does.