#hattoris

[waspandr]

@hattoris​ said:

Leaves a small rose on her desk

After a perusal of the nearby halls and their newest installments with Omaeda, Soifon wandered back to her office. Before the pair even reached the office doors, Soifon could feel a familiar energy, but as soon as she'd reached the door and opened it, it was gone. The majority, anyways. The air within her office was now faintly scented, both by the budded flower and a distinct personal of the 2nd, but Soifon made no sudden moves to locate either or. She simply traipsed through the confined space, plucking the rose from her desk as she arrived and examining it briefly.

"Has it been three months already?" She'd note, waving a hand then to gesture to Omaeda, of whom, then and almost immediately, brought forward a small bottle vase to house the thorny stem. Soifon would wave again, shooing him off with a simple command, "Fill it with some water. There's no sense in letting it wither and die so soon."

Omaeda blinked, letting his gaze drop and track for a moment before nodding. He didn't see any reason it needed to be preserved personally. That much was written all over his face. But, it was an order from his Captain, so he was obliged to follow, lest he incur her wrath, "Uh, right away, Captain!"

Once Omaeda had skaddled out the door again, Soifon sank into her chair, picking a pen up and tapping it into it's inkwell, "You seem to be as shy as ever, Bi-han," she'd call out, just loud enough that the other would hear in their lurking.  

[codename-freya]

Unprompted asks // always accepting

@hattoris said: "Are you seriously challenging me to a fight? Do you have a death wish?"

~*~ It wasn't every day Kaisa was out to pick fights... who are we kidding? This was so consistent that Hirako-taicho had complaints filed about her. She grinned up at the member of the Onmitsukidō, green eyes alight with challenge.

"Scared?" She taunted. No, she didn't have a death wish but she did want to fight him. Kaisa was actually here to try to make friends and this is how she knew how to do this. When she'd been a member of the Juuichibantai this was how she seemed to make them and that was something Kaisa never stopped.

[ryusxnka-moved]

There's hesitation in him, "Don't make me do this friend." @zombiegaya

                                             I n the semblance of an abundance of soundless snow, falling and ingraining disquieting callousness wheresoever it treads, had his footsteps represented as they steadily forwarded amongst the dead. -  A living Shinigami officer vociferously dragging from his proximal posterior -- his mutilated leftward leg iced and clasped ‘tween unforgiving, crimson-defiled, fingers. - A present of flesh and osseins to his infectiously collusive mistress, her preferential cadavers were when they were still alive so she could watch them writhe ‘neath the impassable gravitas that accompanied her life-threatening presence ‘fore contaminant ichor expeditiously infected bodily functions. But on his course to find the woman, stood a hindrance - another, dauntless, illiterate, who dared cause suspension. Squandering time by uttering nonsense as if they withheld any capabilities ‘gainst the abomination of ice.  ----  The man detained awakens, screams from the dreadful circumstance that greeted him. Save me Hattori. Save me. I don’t want to die. Noisily abhorrent. It nags at his reactive hearing.- Leg shatters - Portions of residual bones fall ‘pon ground akin to a butcher’s meat freshly sliced and accumulated. Deafening uproarious vocals ensues momentarily, forthwith silenced with a blade through the susceptible gullet. Stillness overtakes the locality, eyes fixated solely on the uninvited. Hyorinmaru elevates from the hurried kill, then, and sways at its wielder’s flank in unpredictable motions. Chest laid bare, appendages loosely stretched aside, for an assault, he urges Bi-Han to strike sans hesitancy. A diminutive inkling that somewhere within this homicidal puppet cried an adolescent wanting to be ceased. To be spared of this plague in spite of countenance exhibiting naught. Pate slants, he scrutinizes whilst lowly and hauntingly humming Gigi’s lullaby.

[biskael]

@hattoris​ / starter .

     “ TRYING SOMETHING , ARE WE ? ”   a harsh call stabbed through the seireitei , whose streets had become so dreadfully silent . only the staccato snap of his heels sounded off . the  silver slash  of a drawn blade ------ once , and never to be sheathed again .  “ come , now ! only the weak hide !  ”

[hirako5hinji]

[ UNPROMPTED | ALWAYS ACCEPTING ] 

@hattoris​ asked:

"If you want I can introduce you."

               “ To who? Yer wives? You haven’t even told me how ya got married, in the first place- ”

[mcmoryfound]

@hattoris​ inquired: "We're here to help, we're here to help you; you need not worry 'bout that hullabaloo " /for cyan if that's okay! [   rare americans   ]

Even reassurance wasn’t enough to convince Arrancar to trust other, still tense as long as he was around. Of course their groups cooperated on occasion, but all of it was purely for certain goals. No point in overthinking that at the moment. Soon back to her usual composure, mouth covered by long sleeve as she spoke.

“   If you think just because Emilou & Franceska aren’t around I’m suddenly harmless damsel in distress, you’re mistaken.   “ On the other side she was better than to get into random fights, unlike that two. Furthermore the ‘asked to be ignored’ mess around only reassured her decision

“   Instead of pretending to care about any of us, state your actual goal, Shinigami. Do your bunch require something from Tier Harribel?   “

[uraharashouten]

@hattoris asked:

"Tessai-san do you have a moment?" he clears his throat, "I was wondering if you could assist me with my...kido."

The reluctant pupil returns... perhaps his attitude has been improved. One may hope. The ellipsis in his request has not gone unnoticed.

"As always, it would be my honor to assist the sincere student, Hattori-dono." Tessai executes a small, polite bow, gracious as ever, which nevertheless manages to communicate precisely what he means it to. "I will advise that a hopeful pupil must be fully committed to the endeavor." The implicit skepticism is palpable.