Ukitake-san, I have a small matter to discuss with you at your earliest convenience.

[His voice sounds warm, and he's pleased with himself.]

It's the silence that's the most dangerous part of all ( Read more... )

[When Ukitake speaks up, his voice is tired and weighted. A bit like it was when Rukia disappeared, but even moreso. The elder captain has not had much going in his favor recently, and Aizen's arrival has just become the proverbial icing on the cake. Really, he was beginning to think the gods really did have it in for them here ( Read more... )

[The screen clicks on, and he's smiling serenely into the camera. He looks away for a moment, his eyes following a sound, and then he looks back. As he speaks, he seems perfectly composed, despite the circumstances. In the background there are butterflies flitting about, and the morning sun is streaming through the leaves.]Ah, there it is. Good ( Read more... )

[The feed crackles on with a burst of static ( Read more... )

[It's late at night when Ukitake picks up the Hitomi. He doesn't know how to personally contact more than one person at a time, so instead he makes a post, filtering it to Raikou and Gau ( Read more... )

Ukitake-san...

[His face is pale in the screen and he is struggling for breath]

...w-we need help.

[ As he shifts it becomes clear that Miharu is on his back]

.. its getting dark.

[OOC: Post is filtered from all Akatsuki members, Madara, Izuna, Yukari and Joker. Itachi and Sasuke will be able to view this post though.]

[Post starts in a brightly lit living room, where Iruka waves and is actually in a good mood. In the background, towards the side, Kakashi is lounging and reading his damn porn.]

Hello, everyone! I was thinking ( Read more... )

[His voice has an unusual weight to it, tired and sad.]

...I don't suppose you're going to tell me that Rukia is practicing concealing her reiatsu.

[When the Hitomi turns on, it is half covered by darkness. The upper half shows a teetering picture of a hallway, largely made of stone, and also very dark. The picture is shaking in an even rhythm -- the rhythm of footsteps. Their dull sounds can be heard, too. And then a quiet sigh of anticipation.]

Almost there. I really hope they're still ( Read more... )