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Enver keeps his head down, the rokugon buildings around him casting gaps in the torrential rain granting him momentary respite from its downpour if only for a few moments at a time. For the past decade his route has been the same, the path taking him down the same alleys and sidewalks at the same time regardless of weather. Stone Sidewalks and wooden walkways wind their ways through the buildings edges forming a complex lattice of routes that in the dim lights and rain any normal person would have found confusing.
Enver's mind wanders, his thoughts straying to the random memories that seem to surface with quiet time, in this case the dull trickle of water. He loved water, the sound of the trickling sky over head always managing to keep his heart at peace no matter the situation that seems to be at hand. Reaching a runoff area, a small bridge spans the length of a heavy flowing stream, the four posts on the bridge topped with lamps, hooded to protect them from inclimate weather. The yellow incandescent light, glinting off the falling rain, seems to pour down and highlight a figure on the bridge nearly fifteen yards away.
Struggling to make out the figure in the dark, mixed with the rain Enver steps closer trying to get them into sight without drawing attention to himself. What in the hell... Spotting Enver getting closer the figure dips down, avoiding the pools of light and lits over the railing into the stream below. Running forward his shoes splash in the rain, leaning over the railing trying to make out where the figure went. Turning around Enver looks down at the body of a deceased male, the coat of a Research and Development member obvious at first glance.
Spreading across the ground as quickly as the water from the rain blood seems to meld into the wood, dripping into the stream below before being diluted to near invisibility. Envers heart seems to catch in his throat. Not once, in over a decade since his graduation, has he had an incident out here. This was supposed to be the quiet inactive side of Soul Society. Approaching the body on the bridge slowly Enver sidesteps to get closer, the closer he gets the more he realizes that the body is actually a member of the research department.
Enver never really had any interactions with the squad as a whole but he recognized this man, an older gentleman who was also part of the time in charge of the library, known to much of the city as a prominent member of the Soul Society. Clutched in one hand is the leather strap of the satchel across his shoulder. Okay...first things first...identification...
Taking a knee Enver places his hand on the hilt of his blade, his free hand digging though the exposed pockets until a wallet like package is found in the breast pocket of the body.
Bonal Geldem. Set to a white ID with a scan bar code along the bottom but no other forms of identification. Also is a few dollars adding up to nothing important but the satchel itself takes a few more moments to get to, the hand being in a death grasp on its strap making opening the bag impossible. Head down, the rail rolling into his collar getting his back wet, he was concentrating on the task at hand. Who did this?... Then it dawned on him that he has not been keeping his attention spread out, so focused on the distracting fact that there is a body in front of him. Spinning about he feels something creeping up on him, just in time too, the blade of a sword descending down on him.
Leaning to the right he avoids being struck in the head but the length of the katana like sword hack into his shoulder rending flesh and bone. "GAHHH!" His cry of pain echoes through the night, resounding off the walls of the nearby buildings, a light illumenating the alley way as the scream wakes someone.
"Give it here," the woman calls to him in a flat but somehow honeyed voice. "If you give it now I will not cut that arm off the rest of the way." Envers left arm was worthless, the blade having severed down to his collar bone, blood pooling in his clothes quickly. He knew better. The man on the ground was only in R/D. He had little hope of putting up a reasonable fight so it only stands that she killed him for the lack of witnesses. He was not going to walk away from this unless she doesn't let him.
"What's in here?" Perhaps he could stall, his injured arm starting to lose feeling as the blood spreads even farther. More importantly, who was she? There was no squad on her outfit but it appeared to be some kind of uniform, the white of the outfit following in line with some kind of theme. Standing at nearly six foot she was taller than Enver, her long black hair dreaded down her back and in front of her shoulders matching her dark brown African skin. Even her eyes were black in the lighting, more likely a shade of brown that resembles the night sky. Her outfit, white over all with a sleavless over coat seemed to resemble that of an Arrancar but on her face was no trace of a mask.
"I have no time for this. That was your chance." With that she takes the blade of her katana and bites down on it, freeing her hands to pull her hair back off her shoulder. She was getting ready to attack...Taking another step back Enver draws his own Katana with his right hand, the pain of rotating burning in his left shoulder.
The cold of the rain suddenly became more and more aware to him, a single well placed drop of water sending a shooting pain into his wound that drops him to his knees from shock.
Taking a few steps closer she raises her blade shoulder high and is about to strike out when a voice calls out in the dark. "YOU THERE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Enver felt his heart well up, the night watch was here, just in time. Enver's vision wavers, his eyes watching the figure looming over him frowning at him before turning and sprinting into the darkness. Falling face forward into the sidewalk Enver passes out, the sound of footsteps behind him approaching quickly as his conciousness fades away.
Enver wakes in a flash, his hands darting to his lap as he jolts up, a sharp sting spreading through his chest. "NOVA! LAY BACK DOWN!" The voice, as sharp as a knife shakes him back to the real world. Laying back he looks over to the source of the voice, his own squad leader standing next to two more foot men like him, one a shorter female and the other a white male, both recognized as his squad leaders assistants. 7th Seated officer Dorom.
"Sir! I'm sorry, she got the drop on me I wasn't paying attention and she came back over the bridge behind me," Dorom raised a hand interupting him. He obviously was not interested in his words.
"I showed up just in time to see what I needed to. All you have to do now is get some rest. I am short one man on your route so I need you to get back up and running. You have been taken care of enough to get back to work but the doc's here have...Stressed the importance of you getting some down time so you have three days leave." With that the Dorom spins on one heal and strides out the room. Prick. Following in suit his assistants vanish too, the female shooting a backwards glance towards him, worry on her face. Apparently something was on her mind, perhaps the poor leadership that they were under.
A flash of panic surges him as he scans the bed for his Zanpakto, still unnamed but more than a key part of his existance. Spotting it on his bedside table he calms, the handle tied to the sheath so that it cannot be drawn in the vacinity of the hospital. Beside it though is a leather satchel...the same leather satchel that was on Bonal Geldem. What is this doing here?... Reaching over and grabbing the bag he opens it up, looking for anthing that might have been over looked.
Single pocket, nice leather but...nothing but a journal inside. Pulling out the journal he flips through it, searching for anything that might be of interest but nothing. It is all empty, blank from cover to cover, the leather book seeming to have no writing at all. Must be why they left it with him. With no identifying information in the journal they must have thought it was his.
The journal itself was small, six inches tall by three inches wide with barely enough pages to make it an inch thick.
A nurse, uniform and all, walks in to check on him. "Hello there, how are you feeling today?" Average height but homely in appearance. Sitting up and turning to face her he smiles.
"I'm fine I think. Little achey but ready to get out and about. How long have I been in here?" She checks several monitors about the room, appearantly pleased with his vitals.
"Oh huney, you have been here for three days. The stitches are healing up nicely though. You should actually be free to leave when ever you are ready. You are going to need a couple of days though for rest and relaxation." Enver felt his heart drop, three days were far more intense than he was expecting.
"Three days..." Enver loses himself in the distance. What else has he missed? Three days was a lot of time but his time on the beat told him that it was more than likely that nothing of interest has happened.
"Oh and there was a letter for you. Got it yesterday but you were still napping so I held onto it for you. Dunno who its from. They dropped it at the front desk so no one saw them leave." Setting a small envelope on his lap she smiles. "Your paperworks all done so when ever you are ready to head out your free to go. Unless you want to stay here that is." With that she was out, the door swinging shut behind her.
"Hmm," opening the letter there are only a couple of lines of writing. Good to hear you made it. Find yourself to Meadows Ramen in 9th district. I will find you there. Bring the journal. That was it, nothing else. But this reads more than meets the eye. First someone knows he was healing and that he would be well soon. On top of that they knew that he had the journal and the satchel and more importantly that the squad did not take it in as evidence. Any excuse to get out of the hospital though. Getting dressed was quick if not a tender task, the stitches still healing but deffinatly making their way to being done. The healing squad certainly knew their stuff.
Not two hours later Enver finds himself in Meadows Ramen, sitting quietly watching the door over a large bowl of beef Ramen. The store itself was empty, save for the staff, a single waitress doing small rounds walking around and wiping tables. The door swings in silently as a single man enters, his face stern and scanning the room before settling on him. Suppose that this is the guy. Clearing his throat Enver stands nodding to the man.
Walking up to Enver he reaches out and shakes hands. His clothes seem to match the area but his behavior was odd. He held his head high, his clothes appearing like they were old and worn but at the same time they seemed to be matching, something that people in the area did not really care about when wearing anything just barely better than rags.
"Thank you for coming out. I have some important buisness to discuss that deals with Bonal Geldem. I'm sorry to hear that he was killed, most likely due to the work that we were doing together." Waving at the waitress he orders a matching bowl of ramen.
"What kind of work are you doing that is getting Shinigami killed? More importantly, why have you not reported this to the Gotie? I should arrest you right now." The bowl of ramen seemed to be forgotten on the table, Enver getting more upset by the second, halfway to deciding to go ahead and arrest the man.
"First of all, you have no authority over me. I am not a member of Soul Society and I would hate to cause that kind of scene here. The reason I was working with Bonel was because I did not want to intervene in your world. I am just a human, visiting you could say. All of that is beside the point. Bonel and I have been working together to retreive something that has been locked up here for some time. As soon as my contacts got back to me that he was killed and that you had his journal I reached out." His contacts, somehow knowing that Enver had the journal without the watch finding out, had gotten word out to the human world unnoticed. This is more intricate than he thought, the 12th division either knowing and not doing anything or they don't know which could be even worse. On top of that there was another human, unknown to the Gotie as far as he knew, here in Soul Society.
"And what exactly are you trying to get? Stealing from the Gotie is not something that you can get away with," Enver started to calm down, realising that this whole situation was starting to get out of hand with him starting to feel very uncomfortable with how the events are unfolding.
Holding up one finger the man cuts Enver off,"No. Not stealing. It is unclaimed. Bonel found out its general location, its been buried for nearly a millenium, hidden from the world just wasting away. Back when your Captain Commander was one of three in charge. However he was never able to get the information back to me. That being the case I think that journal happens to have the location in it." Enver looks over at the satchel in the seat next to him. Pulling out the book he looks at the stranger.
"What is it?" Enver holds the book back, not wanting to release it until he was sure that there was nothing crazy going on... or at least no more crazy.
The man looks at Enver, appearing unsure if he really wnted to share this information. "Well it goes by many names. Most commonly though it was known as the book of life."
Enver's face goes blank, maybe this man was crazy, if there was even such a thing the Gotie would have been all over that centuries ago. "Okay, so your saying that Geldem, a R/D tech was killed because you were looking for the...Book of life..." No, I want nothing to do with this. I'm out. "Look, I don't know what else you have rattling around up there but I like my life. I like the routeen so here is your book," sliding the book over he stands up leaving the man with the bill. "I want nothing to do with this. You have fun." Just like that Enver was out, not interested in involving himself in the unusual situation at hand.
Gage watches quietly as Enver walks out. Too bad, you can never have too many friends in Soul Society. Not that someone with that kind of attitude would have been much help. Taking the book he flips through the pages, its contents nowhere to be found. However something about the book seemed to tickle his fingers, almost as if it had its own spiritual energy. "Hmmm..."
Green energy sparks off his index finger as he draws on the energy in the book, using his own Soul Communication to draw out anything of note in its pages. Just like that the book changes, the pages seeming to fill themselves out as if there where a hundred pens all writing at once. Bonel was smarter than he looked. He had taken the time to bury the research in the journal with invisible reiatsu based ink.
Flipping through the book he ignores the pages of irrelivent research, stopping at a short entry and a detailed drawing of what looked like some sewers with directions on how to find it. At the end of the drawing was a long tunnel that pointed towards something called the 'Foundry'. It seemed that Bonel really did find something that would at least point him in the right direction.
Pocketing the book Gage smiles at the waitress just as she arrives with his ramen, rubbing his hands together before digging in, his mind drifting back and forth between the food and the job at hand. After nearly two months of research he found that there was actually real referances to the existing book of life. An old tome in a library spoke that the book was taken by the 'reapers' to the land of the undead. If that was the case then this would be that place, Bonel tracing several vauge leads to some unused underground sewers that had been in existance longer than nearly all of Soul Society.
The Foundry that was referanced in the Journal was also in the original library entrance, speaking of a special room where the book of life was stored and used. While Gage had no idea of what the actual book would look like he did have some rather movie based speculations all pointing towards pure white books probably bound in some unnamed leather.
Finishing his food Gage drops some money, paying for his and Envers bowls before heading out. It was time for work. He had to get the book before who ever was following managed to beat him to it. He didn't have much on them. Only that they were old, based on a group out of anchient Egypt that somehow had stopped aging making them not only skilled but resourceful.
He had concidered going to the Gotie, their assistance being possibly invaluable but he could not risk letting the politics of the world get in the way. He currently had nothing against the Gotie, the activity against the Quincy catching him off guard but the Soul Society had to still be shaken. No good involving them if they were going to just get in the way. Too many laws and regulations make for bad buisness.
There was one thing that he was sure of. As you get closer to the Book of Life' spiritual activity would ramp up, Hollows in the area getting out of control to the point of swarms. He would have to keep his guard up, no point in getting overwhelmed with numbers.
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