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Natalie was in downtown Karakura town, sitting on a mailbox, her scarred, blank eyes starring emptily at the wall of a building she had been told to wait by. Her dark, tattooed skin twitched visibly with barely contained impatience, she sat there as politely as she could while grumbling about this ‘crap job’ she had been saddled with. In light of the recent Quincy attacks, the top brass of the shinigami, her recent employers, had dictated a mandate to bolster the ranks of their fighting force with high powered humans. It was for this reason that Natalie had been pulled away from her computer, away from the soft comforting hum of her offices’ modems and fluorescent lights, to this place. Earth. Not just Earth either, some dumpy town in the middle of Japan that seemingly had way too many spiritual entities for its own good. She could feel them, relatively normal people, unaware of the spirits around them but still just a little more powerful than the run of the mill human. There were also those she could feel, much fewer but much brighter, aware humans with enough power to at least see spirits, and fewer still the ones powerful enough to manifest powers.
She was here today to deal with one of those few, a fellow that had expressed an interest in joining the Soul Society as an ancillary force. From what she understood this guy had made contact with Soul Society by some means or another and requested a meet up with somebody from 12th division. In Natalie’s honest opinion, she was probably the single worst option for somebody to send as a liaison of the science division. She was standoff-ish, generally unfriendly, violent, basically still a new recruit, and had relatively little experience in the 12th division outside of her office, which specifically studied the application of computer code on rietsu. The only reason she could imagine she had been picked out for this little trip was because she was pretty freshly dead, she grew up with the internet and cell phones, she was a contemporary. A lot of her friends had come from all over the relative time stream, some before electricity was a thing, and few of them ever bother to visit the human world to get up to date on the actual culture.
Regardless, she had her orders, come to Earth, wait at this building in Karakura town, hope this full-bringer fella shows up, and talk with him regarding him joining up.
Dude’s got 10 minutes, then I’m getting a pizza and peacing out. She grumbled to herself, conveniently forgetting that her boss had said she needed to wait there ‘from dawn until dusk if she has to’ and instead opting for the 30-ish minutes she had been chilling on the mailbox
Gage walks out of his home, the door swinging shut behind him, a snap of his fingers sending a small pop of green energy from his hand to the door locking the latch. Heading out to the street he stares at the chili dog that he had ever so carefully made not three minuets ago, his mouth watering and his stomach growling. With a gentle hop he was gone, his Bringers Light carrying him into the sky, covering ground towards the meetup in a blur. One hand raised he protects the chili dog from the wind until he lits upon the corner of a nearby roof, hopping down and landing with little effort. It was true, he had reached out to the Soul Society.
For nearly three years now he has watched the Gotie run itself, doing its best to protect everything from what ever threats might harry the worlds but until now he was content ensuring that the human world was on the top of his list. Not having time or energy to assist in what ever operations that they may have in mind to protect their own boarders. However with the recent Quincy invasion he could not afford to continue as he has, the threat that they pose to the human world too great for him to handle on his own. That being the case he has finally decided to bite the bullet, lending his own resources to the Gotie on the conditions that they would help him ensure the safety of the human world.
Spotting her he stops, chili dog accidentally dripping some ever so important chili onto the ground. Quickly fixing it he takes a hearty bite and clears his throat. "Are you here from the Gotie?" This was quiet literally the last thing he expected. She was tall, even more so than him. Her figure lent itself towards being much more athletic than most of the squads as he could remember but all of it was second to the large amount of scars on her exposed skin.
Natalie had taken out her phone, clicking away at the little keyboard, listening to the distinct beep each button sounded, still gazing blankly at the side of the building she sat adjacent to. She was just about to hit ‘search’ for the nearest quality pizza place when she felt it. She could feel him when he landed on the top of the building, he was damned hard to miss. No wonder central 46 was tripping over themselves to get this guy in the ranks, he was probably the most powerful reitsu signature she had ever seen! She looked up at the top of the building, the roof seeming to leak golden coloured light in the otherwise dark world she perceived. When he landed with a soft thud in front of her, she caught the scent of chilli that made her want to go grab whatever street meat was around instead of hunting down a decent pizza (she found Japan had no idea what it was doing when it came to quality pizza).
Yup, the G-13 sent me to give you the sales pitch. She said in response to his question, hopping off the mailbox and putting her phone back in the pocket of her cargo pants. She was glad that the guy had managed to recognize her as a shinigami, the gigai she wore was dressed in a dark purple tube top and black cargo pants that were just a little too long for her. The tattered hem at the bottom of the pants showed unmistakable signs of being trod on by her combat boots. She figured if the guy she was looking for wasn’t able to sense a shinigami out from a normal human he wasn’t worth recruiting anyway. Anyway, you look like you’ve been around the block a few times, so you probably know the shinigami game better than me, I’m still pretty fresh to the gig. Basics are the Quincy are being a pain in the ass, and we’re short staffed, hands full with the more run of the mill monsters and such. So, we’re outsourcing, willing to share some SS perks and company benefits if you’re willing to throw your hat in the ring every now and again. She said, HEAVILY paraphrasing the actual sales pitch she had been given by her manager. She’d listened to probably the first twenty seconds of the little speech before promptly deleting it from her phone. The tone was groveling and mired in flowery manners from ancient Japan. This guy had appeared with a chilli dog, which she still wanted a piece of, and address her while his face with still stuffed with said junk food. Flowery manners weren’t gonna get her far, and somewhere deep down, she figured her manager knew she wasn’t even gonna try. But ya, if you got any questions, let her rip. I’ll do my best to fill in any blanks. In the meantime, know where a girl can get a burger or something? She asked, doing her best to approximate eye contact, guessing where his face was on the glowing figure before her.
"Well you certainly know how to make a delicious sales pitch. I figured something like that was going to happen eventually. I had a run-in with some of the Quincy here in karakura town. I only barely came out on top from that. If you guys are putting together and he kind of reasonable Force to deal with this problem then I am more than willing to help. The kind of damage that these guys can do is not something that I want spilling into the human world."
Tearing off the back end of his chili dog he holds it out to her," there is a decent burger place up the block. If you're hungry we can go there and discuss some of the details." She was still a Shinigami, taller than average and certainly seemed more modern and her behavior than others he had encountered. Maybe Soul Society was beginning to reach out to the less typical Soul Reaper. If that was the case then not only wear their ranks about to be bolstered they were likely to get a very large spike in technological advances.
Natalie paid attention to how the brightly glowing figure before her moved, he looked like he was tearing something in half. The smell of chilli dog moving closer to her told her what he was up to as he spoke about his interactions with the Quincy. Natalie reached out and grabbed at the offered chunk of chilli dog, tapping his hand lightly to get a firm understanding of where he ended and street food began.
Hard to image, big guy like you having a hard time with some arrow monkies. She said, taking the food and shoving it bodily into her face. She had been pretty far removed from the attack on Soul Society, hunkered away in the 12th division building for the entire length of the assault. She ran support ops, basically relaying info like a glorified switch board, but she had known that she probably wouldn’t have been much help combat-wise. From what she had heard, even the ‘small fry’ were pretty hard to put down, it had owed largely to sheer numbers that the shinigami had managed to push the incursion back. She considered briefly that this guy had likely dealt with, personally, a small horde of weaker Quincy, and either a few mid-tier or high tier Quincy as well. Fella was definitely worth getting on the shinigami payroll. But hey, like you said, we can get details over a burger. She said, hopping off the mailbox and snapping out her walking stick from her pocket. In Soul Society, she could ‘see’ where she was going well enough since everything around her was made of reishi. With a fair amount of practice, she had managed to be able to sense the ambient spiritual energy of reishi made object well enough to avoid walking into walls and the like. On Earth, there wasn’t enough in the mundane ‘normal objects’ to navigate properly. She could make guesses fairly well, walking where the people she could sense more easily were walking, assuming none of them were nuts enough to meander aimlessly into the road. Just for the security of it, she had her stick to poke sidewalk curbs and make sure she didn’t knee cap herself off a fire hydrant. Lead the way handsome. She said, holding her walking stick over her shoulder.
Laughing lightly Gage smiles. "Well I would like to think that they were a little more than Arrow monkeys. I barely came out on top of that one. I've been through some close calls but this one was definitely a shave. If it wasn't and I probably wouldn't have reached out to sole Society." His mind wanders back to the encounter, thoughts of having to fight more than one of those sternritter at once along with the small pack that they run around with. Maybe it would have turned out a little bit better if he wasn't the only one at the time on site. Things were difficult enough just trying to manage all of the hollows springing up in the area. Now to stack on top of that they were being attacked by the Quincy of the last generation.
The offer of food pleases and to no end. He seem to always be hungry now, the amount of energy he expels in a single day difficult to keep up with by consuming plain calories. Then he stops, surprise obviously jumping across his face. She, the Shinigami, pulls out her cane. She was blind, how did he not notice this? How did she even see him offer her food? Wait a second. Wasn't she in the research and development group of Soul Society? Does that mean she can't read computer screens?
Setting the thought aside he walks with her towards the Burger House. While it was not 100% authentic food it was close enough for this part of Japan, his face blushing slightly at the passive compliment.
"So theoretically, assuming I do join. Who would I work with? I hear the R/D department is actually rather nice, although from what I hear about your captain he can be a little bit eccentric."
She listened intently to the story of his battle, how he had only managed to ‘scrape by’ and she felt a bit of a chill run down her spine. She had heard similar stories circulating down from the top brass, how inordinately powerful some of these Quincy were. Natalie would be the first to put her hand up when it came to a game of Punch-Face (A game for which the rules are clearly explained in the title), but she had to admit this new breed of Quincy gave her pause. She shook the thoughts from her head; it didn’t help her to dwell on her combat inadequacies. It just meant she had to get stronger and that was just how life was.
The division is pretty good, mostly standard engineering and scientist types I figure. Everybody is damned smart, but collectively we have the social graces of a shy toddler. She said in response to his question regarding her division and the people there in. I deal with social interactions with a healthy amount of over-aggression and a façade of unwarranted personal confidence. Tends to get me by. She said with an air that could have meant she was joking, but could have been clearly within the realms of what she described as her social defense mechanisms. The captain… well, I’ve never met the guy personally, keeps to his labs and the higher ups generally. I hear he’s a real creeper; personally, I wouldn’t want to come within a kilometer of the guy if I could help it. She said recalling the horror stories her peers had told her about the rare instances when they crossed paths with their own captain. Eccentricity was one thing, even expected in a division such as hers, but it didn’t inspire confidence when your division members would rather ‘accidentally’ spill sulphuric acid on themselves that bring paper work to the boss’ office.
The smell of burgers and the outline of people sitting and ‘going through the motions’ of eating told Natalie they had reached their destination even before Gage would have motioned such. It was a comforting smell, familiar, and got her appetite going in ways that ‘rice cakes’ just couldn’t muster.
I figure you’d be working with peeps that’re your speed with regards to your technological prowess. She said, opening the door to the restaurant and getting in line behind the scant couple of people before her. She turned to look back at Gage, his exceptionally potent rietsu setting him far apart from the more ‘normal’ humans around. If you’re really slick with tech, you’d probably be rubbing elbows with Captain crazy pants himself. Otherwise, the brass may just stick you on combat duties based on how gawd-awful strong you are. I doubt you’d be in the typing pool with me regardless. She said, taking a step back when the other customers placed their orders and moved off. She turned when she felt her rear end hit the counter, looking, again, at what she assumed would be eye contact with the clerk behind the register. Hey boss, so, I need like, a burger with two or three patties, lettuce and cheese. No condements, can’t stress that enough, I even smell mayo or ketchup anywhere near this thing, I’m gonna feed it to you in the worst way. Oh, and large fries, you guys got gravy here? She asked, the clerk making a slight noise and moving his head fractionally in a nod that Natalie had to really focus to pick up on. Dude, blind, yes or no is appreciated, Ima just assume yes. But ya, can I get fries, with cheese sprinkled on top, and throw a bunch of gravy on top of that. She said, moving her hands to mime sprinkling cheese and pouring gravy. Watchu getting bud? This is being covered on the divisions’ dime, so load up. She said, turning to face Gage and moving over to allow him to approach the register.
Punch face. A game that he would never have gotten involved in volunterily but none the less he has been involved in on more than one occasion. Not of his own choice however. It was either that Gage participated in mad blows against hollows else their attention be drawn towards others nearby. It was only his good fortune that the has gotten strong enough to no longer participate in blind battles of brute strength. "Toddlers. Well as long as you are all smart enough to assist me in my work we wont have any issues. At least some of you seem normal enough." Passivly commenting that he was rather amused by her attitude and own view of her squad. "I have met with your captain once. That man, as a whole, seemed to as crazy as the hollows out here. Never met anyone so driven by their work. I do have to say though that he at least seems to be productive. Your R/D division is doing par at keeping up with the changing tech levels available out here."
"I wouldn't mind working with someone that knows a little bit about what they are doing. I have never done any kind of group work here in the human world. I mean, I have had a few projects that require that I find some assistants for my trials but for the most part they have been knuckles and hammers. No brains to speak of yet. If your captain really knows his shit though I suppose I wouldn't mind working with him. However if he isn't up to par I don't mind booting him and taking his place. Especially if he is as crazy as he lets on." Gage couldn't think of the last time that he had to actually type anything out. Every thing that he works on he is assisted by either his Computer at home or he just voice logs everything. Hand typing was not his favorite thing to do.
Gage felt a bit odd, her attitude towards the staff making him a pinch embarrassed. "Thanks, Umm...Let me have a double bacon cheese, large fry, some lemonade. No lemonade? Then a Dr. Pepper? No?...Coke then. Also Can I have a chicken sandwich no condiments on that one aaaand...Yeah thats it."
Ya, the captains as nutty as they come, his heads just wired differently. Heck, for all I know he legitimately wired his own damn brain with actual wires. She said with a shrug, having heard more than one rumour run through her office about the Captains predilections for self-surgery and augmentation. Natalie herself had no real qualms with such elective modifications, she’s considered the option of replacing her eyes with some sort of sensor array more than once (usually after smacking into something). Ultimately though, she figured if she was going to do something along those lines she wanted to be front and centre on the design of it so she knew what was being super-glued into her head. Smart as all get out though, I’ve worked on some support projects that deal with the bare fringes of his main projects, and I’ll be damned if I can do any more than keep up. Not just technologically though, keep in mind, the guys is also top shelf with strategy, administration, basically almost any mental exercise he’s functionally peerless. I mean, that may just be the rumour mill pumping up the divisions’ vision of our grand leader, but having been able to compare and contrast first hand and second hand knowledge of his achievements, well, it’s not a hard stretch to make. She said, a little bewildered by the various stories she’d heard about her captain, often curious just how somebody managed to get that strong, crazy or smart, and whether or not she’d try to pursue such an end.
And, just so’s you know, we’re not keeping up with the stuff out here on Earth, we blasted past human tech a while ago. She said as the clerk rang up the bill and handed her the debit machine. She swiped her card, asked for the receipts and stepped off to the side to wait, leaning against the counter. But I imagine you’d know how that goes. Technology rushes to keep up with the power sources available. If everybody on Earth could channel rietsu, it’d be the new gasoline, or nuclear reactor and technology would start soaring like it did when they figured out steam power and moved out of the dark ages. I mean, we also developed sort of to the side of Earth as well, we needed to research technology that humans just don’t need. Fake bodies, replacement spirits, inter-dimensional travel and communication, things ghosts need but aren’t worth the effort to flesh and blood peeps, you know? She said, realizing that she may have come off as crazy as heck to anybody who may have been listening in on their conversation. She didn’t particularly mind though, if talking about ghost and their technology was weird to these people, she didn’t really need to pay them much attention anyway. Reverse is true too I suppose, like, we’re way behind earth on ballistic weapon technology, vehicles, mundane power generation. It’s crap we don’t need so we don’t generally research it. Most people in SS can jump across town in less than a minute, whadya need a car for, eh? She said with a shrug, though she was just now contemplating the creation of a rietsu fuelled motorcycle, more for fun than anything else.
As for giving the captain the boot, ya, I’d rethink that one. I mean, he’s smart AF, so I don’t think you’d need to anyway, but keep in mind Captaining is a full time, long term gig. You put on the sweet black jumpsuit, you’re a member for life. The retirement plan isn’t great boss, if you’re a ghost and you sign up, you either live forever swinging a zan, you go to jail for trying to desert, or you die and reincarnate. She said as her food was deposited behind her on the counter, the smell of gravy wafting pleasantly up to her. She fumbled around briefly, finding the edge of her tray before picking it up and moving off to the side again to make room for Gage. She backed into the rack where the forks and accoutrements were held and nearly went over, just narrowly catching herself and saving her lunch from gravity. Woo, close call. I’ll, uh, I’ll let you lead the way there bud. She said, straightening herself up and readjusting her top. Anyway, for you human types, it’s probably likely that you can retire once the Quincy thing stops being a thing. If you start captaining a division though, they may make you sign the dotted line, give up this whole corporeal lifestyle you got going on. If that’s okay with you, sure, shoot for the top, you’d get my vote. I can’t be 100% sure, but I’m guessing you wear less face paint which makes you better already.
"Well, if he is as good at his job as you claim then this shouldn't be too bad. You guys don't exactly give off the aura of high-tech futuristic equipment. The whole outfit and everything not exactly screaming technological advancement," he did not comment on it but he did agree with her. Any reliable technology is limited by its power source. With so many people in the spiritual World basically walking around as if they were nuclear reactors it only makes sense that their technology was far more advanced then he anticipated. He himself had crossed that barrier some time ago, no longer using electricity or fossil fuels as an energy source. Now his own body was a reactor, the equipment he wears being mixed with his own energy and Amplified. Perhaps the soul society would have some insight for him.
"I know that I would like to work with your R/ D Department but word on the street is it's not entirely up to me. Do you have any thoughts on where I might end up?" He had heard of one of the squads being much more interactive with the human world than the others. Perhaps he would find more use working with soul Society to pull more Humans into the mix.
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