Serious Tidings [Suì-Fēng]

"Unacceptable!" The angered shout rises up into the morning air, a pair of furious eyes gazing upon a black clad individual upon their knees. At the shout, their head lowers, shame practically leaking from their body. There were numerous individuals, resembling the one upon it's knees, standing at either side reminiscent of a straight line of darkness. No words come from the crestfallen, as the iconic haori with the Second Division of the Gotei 13's logo upon it flutters in the light wind. The unmistakable Captain of the Second Division, Suì-Fēng, paces back and forth at a brisk pace. Both of her hands hold one another behind her back, and she knits her brows. Given the circumstances, Suì-Fēng was acting in the capacity of the Commander of the Onmitsukidou moreso than Captain of the Second, berating a member of the Executive Militia for an unknown reason. The other members of the Militia were stationed in front of their barracks, silently judging their at fault comrade. "Your mission requires you to act silently and rapidly, yet you've failed to do either one." The ice cold tone in the Commander's voice was all it took for any passerby to make the correct assessment that she, for lack of a better term, was royally pissed.

More information, only granted to Suì-Fēng herself and the Executive Militia officers standing before the pair, revealed that the one in question, tasked with the execution of a rogue Shinigami, allowed them to elude the assassination. Despite the best efforts of his fellow militiamen succeeding where he had failed, this did not absolve him of his sins. Hence the chewing out currently occurring. Ten more minutes of the berating passes, before the Commander is interrupted by a member of the Second Division. She rapidly raises a hand that signals the Shinigami to wait, without turning away from the members of the Executive Militia. Focused solely on the one who was finally allowed to raise his head, Suì-Fēng narrows her eyes threateningly. "Your failure has brought embarrassment upon the Onmitsukidou as a whole, and I will not tolerate a repeat. I have half a mind to remove you here and now, but I am going to give you a second chance. All of you, dismissed." Each Militia member disappears into what little shadows remain, the sun hanging a decent amount up in the sky, as Suì-Fēng turns toward the Shinigami of the Second.

Now here Suì-Fēng sat within her office, elbows upon the table and face pressed against her hand. Both of her eyes remain narrowed as she thinks over the events that had transpired prior. The Hell Butterfly that had arrived soon after the Shinigami had left, reporting on an unrelated matter (Something to do with Oomaeda), caused her face to twist into one of pure annoyance. Today was not a day where she happened to be in a good mood, and having the Jigokuchou made a mockery out of wasn't helping matters. On top of everything else, the Kidou Corps Commander wished to have a word with her. What could the head of the Kidou Corps want from her? It was odd, at least in her mind, but addressing this matter was her duty as a Captain. Plus, she could kill two birds with one stone and finally have a proper meeting with the Commander herself. Having only heard of her (and even then, what she knew was scarce), it'd be a lie to say that Suì-Fēng wasn't curious.

At the entrance of the Chief, Suì-Fēng raises herself up from her seat and steps out from behind her desk. Upon Blodeuwen's bow, so too did Suì-Fēng in a respectful response. "Good afternoon, Commander Hirashi." Her tone has taken a noticeable change since she had been addressing the Executive Militia, a mixture of grace and respect flowing off her short words. As she raises from her bow, a small motion gets performed toward the chair opposite her own and she moves to seat herself back down. It isn't until she seats herself once more that she notices a few loose papers spread from left to right, which she makes a rapid effort to deal with. Once that light bit of paper shuffling ends, her elbows go back to resting upon the desk and her face presses against her gathered hands. "Let us get directly to the point of your visit, Commander." Her piercing gaze threatens to strike a hole right through Blodeuwen's own as she studies every last whit detail of her expression, preparing to study the tone of her voice as well as any body language.

That look on her face... Where had Suì-Fēng seen it before? A few new recruits who weren't used to such a severe, duty bound leader had let out a few choice snickers when they saw just how intense of a gaze Suì-Fēng held. Those recruits, unfortunately, did not last very long before they transferred out of the Second Division of their own volition. When the Commander spies even the slightest hint of confusion on Blodeuwen, her gaze immediately tightens. Of course, that would only make it even harder not to bust up laughing. Primarily due to the issue she had dealt with this morning, Suì-Fēng was hardly in the mood for anything that could classify as 'goofing around', especially when dealing with meeting a Commander of an organization not under jurisdiction from the Central 46. If Blodeuwen was listening close enough, she might even hear the sound of the Captain's teeth clenching. A sound that disappears as quickly as it had come, as soon as the Commander of the Kidou Corps begins speaking.

For a while, all Suì-Fēng does is stare in silence. Slowly, she shifts her hands down off her mouth and rests them, one holding the other, upon the table. Every last word that slips from Blodeuwen's mouth is listened to and registered, a few thought processes coming and going as she enunciates every word. Should Blodeuwen be paying close enough attention, she'll witness the cogs beginning to turn in Suì-Fēng's head. As serious as she was, she's unable to hide the uneasiness and frustration from creeping onto her face. It's blatantly obvious this news upsets her, but she does her best to try and play it off. As to be expected, that fails miserably. The joining of her hands tightens and her entire body tenses up.

"I know of Vårjen-san... but how is that possible?" The lack of information frustrated her. She was no longer the Captain's problem, for sure, but still... was there a reason as to why she was not informed of their supposed death? Anger sets within her eyes, and Suì-Fēng makes no effort to try and hide it. "Do not mince words, Commander. I am well aware that the looking after of Vårjen-san falls onto your shoulders, but as the Captain of her former division, it would be a lie to say there is no responsibility on my part." If the events that had transpired were due to Vanessa's transfer, then the Captain of the Second Division would surely have some fault. There's a slight adjusting of her posture as Suì-Fēng continues. "What exactly became of Vanessa Vårjen?" Suspecting foul play, Suì-Fēng narrows her eyes a bit more, now hanging on every last successive word from Blodeuwen Hirashi.

Being a Captain of a division, on top of being the Commander of an entire collective force, meant that you had to field a variety of different things per day. To many of Suì-Fēng's subordinates, she was void of emotions, a perfect soldier in Shinigami form. That was the mask that she wore in public, and what was driven by the betrayals and pain that lied deep within her heart. In reality, it was heavy. Draining. Deaths of those that were meant to be under her command were sometimes too difficult to swallow, and it killed her. It was never easy to hide every last bit of discomfort that she felt upon hearing this news and, much like the current situation inside of her Division's headquarters, there are subtle physical cues to show it. A tighter clench of her hands, a rougher knit of her brows, her almost eery silence. The kidnapping... would it have occurred if Nessa had stayed a Shinigami underneath her command?

Suì-Fēng's hands splay down against her desk and narrowed irises threaten to drill holes into Blodeuwen's face. "Allowing her to live out the life of a mortal was a drastic mistake, but not being able to inform the Onmitsukidou from the very beginning was a far larger slight." Anger sets in at full force in her tone, though it's not directed toward Blodeuwen. Something must have stopped her from telling the Captain, or perhaps she had just gotten this information. There were too many variables to dump blame on one singular Shinigami, even if she had less than positive feelings about the new(er) Commander. Upon a few seconds passing, Suì-Fēng lifts herself up out of her seat and faces one of the numerous, large windows within her office, gathering her thoughts together. One thing was certain to her, however...

"This is no longer your headache, Commander." With a small nod she turns back toward Blodeuwen, hands behind her back and holding one another. "Where you may have failed, we will succeed. This is far too large of a threat to leave alive." The possibility of cooperating with the kidnapper Visored to save an infected Shinigami was utterly absurd to her. Negotiating with what were essentially terrorists left a foul taste in her mouth and, after all... "The Executive Militia will hunt down and deal with these rogues." As if on cue, a Jigokuchō flies through the doorway to the Second Division office that was left unblocked and lands down on the Captain's finger.

A moment is taken to focus on the butterfly before her attention goes back to Blodeuwen. "If you have anything more to discuss, Commander, then I will give you more of my time." A tone of her voice comes out that would lead one to believe she saw Blodeuwen as nothing more than a nuisance before her hand lifts, the Jigokuchō attempting to fly out of the room and relay a message meant to bring members of the aforementioned Militia into her office. There were no orders on the butterfly just yet, as Suì-Fēng preferred to do such a thing with such heavy information face-to-face.