[Video]
[When the Forge turns on, it's not in the hands of the one it belongs to. Instead, it lies on the floor, looking up towards the ceiling. Byakuya's in the picture, though his attention is not focused on the Forge, but something that sits beside it.
He says nothing for a while, almost as if he's forgotten about it, or does not realize it's on. When he lifts a brush, brow furrowed just so as he thinks and finally lowers that brush, he speaks.]
The numbers of the missing have increased. It is unfortunate; there was something I wished to speak to Aerith about.
[He doesn't notice that he's 'slipped' with his policy on names. He's much too into what he's doing to care.]
That said, the mere suggestion and agreement towards a census is not going to be enough. Someone must take action. If there is no objection, I shall prepare a form that each of us may fill out privately. It will be your choice to answer or not.
[The brush moves fluidly, not missing a single stroke as he speaks, words less harsh, but not distracted either. Calligraphy... it's quite the soothing activity.
Briefly, his eyes lift from what he is doing towards something just out of the shot of the video, something flickering in his eyes that he does not catch in time.]
I am in need of plum blossoms. A single one may do. You shall be compensated.
[And the brush moves again, his attention on it. A rather talkative night for him, it seems. After a moment or two of the brush making what appears to be random strokes, he reaches out and cuts off the transmission.]
[ Private to himself ]
Dismas' lack of law is the least of my concerns.
Never before have I experienced a barrier that could block the communication between a shinigami and his zanpakutou.
It will require more investigation for a complete report to the Head Captain.
Anomaly first noted on the second day in the second month of the new year. The Undercity, Anatole, world unknown.
He says nothing for a while, almost as if he's forgotten about it, or does not realize it's on. When he lifts a brush, brow furrowed just so as he thinks and finally lowers that brush, he speaks.]
The numbers of the missing have increased. It is unfortunate; there was something I wished to speak to Aerith about.
[He doesn't notice that he's 'slipped' with his policy on names. He's much too into what he's doing to care.]
That said, the mere suggestion and agreement towards a census is not going to be enough. Someone must take action. If there is no objection, I shall prepare a form that each of us may fill out privately. It will be your choice to answer or not.
[The brush moves fluidly, not missing a single stroke as he speaks, words less harsh, but not distracted either. Calligraphy... it's quite the soothing activity.
Briefly, his eyes lift from what he is doing towards something just out of the shot of the video, something flickering in his eyes that he does not catch in time.]
I am in need of plum blossoms. A single one may do. You shall be compensated.
[And the brush moves again, his attention on it. A rather talkative night for him, it seems. After a moment or two of the brush making what appears to be random strokes, he reaches out and cuts off the transmission.]
[ Private to himself ]
Dismas' lack of law is the least of my concerns.
Never before have I experienced a barrier that could block the communication between a shinigami and his zanpakutou.
It will require more investigation for a complete report to the Head Captain.
Anomaly first noted on the second day in the second month of the new year. The Undercity, Anatole, world unknown.