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[Raikou Blu]

Members Needed:
1 Captain (Raikou Blu) Leader
1 Vice Captain
2 Rookie Shinigamis

Briefing:A Rouge Shinigami, who had been banished from soul society, has been causing havoc in the human world. The Shinigami apparently has created a machine that turns regular souls into strong shinigami's. The shinigami lives currently on a isloated island surrounded by a Lv.3 Soul Barrier. Taking percise time the members of the investigation bearu created a seal which breaks the barrier. Currently there are 3 shinigami's with him. There power level is unknown as well as their creater. One should be careful if confronted by the enemy.

Objective:Bring the machine back to soul society, or if needed destroy it. Bring back the rouge shinigami dead of alive.

Blu sat ontop of the court of pure souls with his eyes closed, the shinigami that were to go with him were late. With Kasai slung across his back he heard the faint sounds of burning flames inside his head. Kasai wanted a fight, and most likely, he was going to be satisfied. This on was a dangerous one. Not recon or investigation but it ensured violent frontation.

[Fudo Enkou]

Fudo groaned drudgingly, a pounding headache was no way to welcome him to the day. It was an arduous chore rising in the morning in a healthy state, a headache that literally pounded his head proved an additionally hurdle to the task. Eventually, teary eyed, he wrenched himself upwards, drowsily swaying in circular motions as he began forcing his fatigue clamped eyelids to part. Fortunately the persistent pounding had ceased immediately but its numbing echoed throughout every atom of Fudo’s head. Restraining another groan he gritted his teeth and steadied his head with his firm hand. His suffering was not to cease as Hisa took a clawed leap onto his shoulder and bawled in her high pitch, squeaky voice “Move! You’re late” Within seconds Fudo was on his feet, a pillow dispatched like lightning from his hand that sent the petite lion monkey hurtling into the placid sliding screens of his living quarters. Padding drearily into the washroom he slumped under the bamboo shower and attempted to shout to Hisa over his gargling “What ya mean I’m late?” He heard her soft delicate footsteps dotting quickly over to the doorway “Captain Blu’s mission” Hisa’s voice chirped, every syllable laced with humour as she awaited her brothers response.

His flew round a corner, his Shinigami robes whirling furiously behind him. His hands clutched persistently to his Zanpaktou’s hilts, each vein pulsing with frustration. “Why didn’t you wake me earlier!?” Fudo roared at the monkey hanging on his shoulder for her dear life. “I was jumping on your face for 10 minutes” Her response just further infuriated Fudo, his eyebrows arching dangerously as his temple quivered bitterly. “Little rat” He muttered under his breath. He streamed past station after station, now having noted half the division lodgings in his mind. He mentally lashed himself over and over again, it was good of Captain Blu to offer him this mission and relieve him from his typical monotony and now he was late.

Finally he came to the meeting point and detected his superior’s location within seconds. He ascended the roofs of the buildings at breakneck speed until he attained Captain Blu’s company. Slightly breath-taken he walked brashly toward the Captain, gulping as his hesitation as a broad, egotistical grin embraced his face. “Morning Captain, not too late am I?” He bellowed whilst crossing his arms, oblivious of Hisa’s mocking expression.

[tasogare]

Tasogare ran around corners, and corners, and more corners lost. Tasogare was already getting tired, sweat forming slowly along his brow. Finally he saw Captain Blu and tried to stop, but tripping over Blu and falling over and hitting the ground head first. Getting up, his forehead was very noticebly red... and very sore. Rubbing his forehead naturally, he looked at Captain Blu.

"Uh, um... sorry I'm late Captain. Hahah I still get lost here sometimes... hm... is that the other rookie shinigami?" Tasogare looked straight into Fudo's eyes for all of a second and looked away not caring about the other shinigami.

Ignoring Fudo, he returned his attention to Captain Blu, "So, who is our last rookie in our group sir?" Tasogare sat down cross legged, Zanmetsgantsu layed across his legs with the tsuka pointing to his left side. Tasogare smiled, but was really annoyed that he was lost, yet there was still no rookie, he wanted to start this "mission" already. What was taking so long! It's starting to get annoying! They should've left after he arrived... right?

[Fudo Enkou]

(Just pretend I was an ADV in the first place. Sorry I've been busy lately.)
Fudo picked restlessly at the mossy edges of the roof tiles as he sat slouched, aimlessly watching the clouds float by. Captain Blu hadn’t said a word since his arrival, boring Fudo furthermore and placing him in a bad mood: he didn’t take lightly to rudeness. Every now and again a golden flash would avert Fudo’s gaze as Hisa would hop in and out of his view, pursuing a taunting butterfly. A slight prick of Reaitsu became apparent to both Fudo and Hisa, “Rookie’s finally here” He thought to himself. He watched as a young man with vibrant blue hair sped recklessly toward the group. Fudo got lazily to his feet: he may as well greet the rookie politely. As the rookie approached Fudo opened his mouth to greet him, however he was cut short as the latecomer collided clumsily with the Captain. Hisa, in the rookies falling path emitted a high shriek as she darted to Fudo’s shoulder. Fudo was simply left with a twitching eyebrow as he surveyed the Shinigami’s accident.

He smirked mockingly as the rookie gained his feet and turned from the Captain to Fudo. The rookies words leaked like slow motion, the more syllables that poured from his mouth the more infuriated Fudo became.

"Uh, um... sorry I'm late Captain. Hahah I still get lost here sometimes... hm... is that the other rookie shinigami?"

His nostrils flared, further enraged by Hisa who was tugging at his ear, already aware of his escalating anger. Fudo’s feet slapped painfully against the ground as he took firm steps toward the rookie, drawing his right blade as he walked. “Who the hell are you calling Rookie!?” He swung his blade and brought the flat of it colliding with the back of the latecomers head. He caught Tasogare by the scruff of his neck as he fell and pressed his face flat to his nose. “You just watch it you little toe-rag” With this he let him fall and returned to picking at the tiles, occasionally throwing him stinging glares.