Post by Senta Hirashi on Jul 22, 2017 20:42:05 GMT
Senta couldn't help but laugh at the guy's response to his comment about marxism but frowned when he said the patrols were of little use. It seemed that this strange Ryoka had an inclination that the Shinigami's jurisdiction was supposed to fall over the citizenry. Indeed for these lesser noble houses that existed outside of the Seireitei, in general that was their raison d'etre, but the Court Guard Squads duty was to the Balance of souls. To slaying hollows and protecting plus souls from those. He didn't really get the opportunity to chase the issue, however, as Mihri's entourage arrived at that point. A horse's reigns were pressed into his hands, and he mounted quicksharp, following the group. He wasn't really sure what to do now, but he figured he might as well follow along until he was dismissed by Lord Ikeda or Mihri or someone else. Unless by some miracle Kitado found a wife, he was, in all likelihood, the next generation's head of the household. So perhaps he could learn about statehood from the Ikeda. And he especially didn't mind spending time in Mihri's company, at any rate.
He rode along next to her and the ryoka and silently listened to the conversation. Cutting deals, and secret arrangements. Tsktsk. Even the Ikeda weren't above making these kinds of shady deals. He realized he shouldn't be especially surprised. The Hirashi were squeaky clean, sparkling shining examples of rule-abiders to the letter. Moeru was the biggest dark horse, and that was because he wasn't exactly the brightest bulb in the bunch. He remained silent, stealing the occasional glance across at Mihri until they arrived at the tents which was their destination. Jeez he never realized that some shinigami kept such a large presence out here in the sticks. It made him feel a little guilty about Hirashi Manor in the Seireitei. It was bad enough that the peasants had to live out here in the Rukon districts, but the noble houses were the source of many of the strongest shinigami in Soul Society.
He silently accompanied the others into the tent, and was ignored. He was satisfied to continue to serve merely in an observational capacity from here on out. So, the Ikeda were willing to deal with criminals in order to solve their problems, eh? It was interesting to know the kind of thing that went on. Senta didn't judge them. It was pragmatic. He appreciated that, even if he didn't always understand it.
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He rode along next to her and the ryoka and silently listened to the conversation. Cutting deals, and secret arrangements. Tsktsk. Even the Ikeda weren't above making these kinds of shady deals. He realized he shouldn't be especially surprised. The Hirashi were squeaky clean, sparkling shining examples of rule-abiders to the letter. Moeru was the biggest dark horse, and that was because he wasn't exactly the brightest bulb in the bunch. He remained silent, stealing the occasional glance across at Mihri until they arrived at the tents which was their destination. Jeez he never realized that some shinigami kept such a large presence out here in the sticks. It made him feel a little guilty about Hirashi Manor in the Seireitei. It was bad enough that the peasants had to live out here in the Rukon districts, but the noble houses were the source of many of the strongest shinigami in Soul Society.
He silently accompanied the others into the tent, and was ignored. He was satisfied to continue to serve merely in an observational capacity from here on out. So, the Ikeda were willing to deal with criminals in order to solve their problems, eh? It was interesting to know the kind of thing that went on. Senta didn't judge them. It was pragmatic. He appreciated that, even if he didn't always understand it.
