Are You Willing? [Nessa]

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It was funny how these things came full circle some times. Of course, the Shinigami Research and Development Institution's sensors picked up the Visored's reiatsu signature. And from the Twelfth division, a call to the Gotei 13 was put out for a Shinigami who would be able to apprehend Shiori Sasaki, wanted visored. Arrests these days, unless you were a quincy, were much less bad news. You were prepared to work for the Gotei 13? You'd be welcomed, your history be damned. Nessa had been the one given the assignment. A personal connection, and sufficient strength to take on Shiori if it came to a fight? Check, and check. She threw on her black shihakusho, belted her sealed zanpakuto to her waist, and put her eyepatch upon her face. Might as well not give the game away about her restored eye. If it came to a fight, Nessa wasn't stupid, and she fought dirty. Any edge she could get, she'd take. A runner for the squad dropped a letter at her door that she was wanted for the assignment and within five minutes, she was stepping out of a Senkaimon not ten metres from Shiori. Her hidden robotic eye flicked around in her skull, absorbing all of the information around her, to ensure that she wasn't about to be jumped by anyone. But no, no ambush in sight.

She turned her gaze to Shiori. No arm. Was that new? Had she been like that when Nessa had last seen her? Who knew. She didn't remember and wasn't about to make an issue of it. She swivelled her eye to Shiori and scanned her up and down, examining with her eye what objects that her fellow visored had on-hand. Zanpakuto, clothes. Nessa, uncaring of Shiori's modesty looked through her clothes at her naked body; the dismembered arm was real and quite painful looking. Bummer. She appeared to be holding something strange in her hands but Nessa couldn't exactly work out what it was.

"Hello Shiori." she said with an uncharacteristic smile. Her hands were folded across her large bosom, confident that if attacked she'd be able to react on time. "Did you think a little more about our last conversation?" Nessa asked her sweetly. "Or were you just looking to stretch your legs?" she challenged, one visible eye sparkling.

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As soon as Shiori spoke, Nessa would reign in her reiatsu signature until she was virtually undetectable. That, accompanied by the katana at her hip, signified yet another leap in power for her. Nessa glanced upwards with her hidden robotic eye, staring through her own brain and skull. There was a shrug. She yawned slightly, waiting for Shiori to make the first move. She stood up, and Nessa didn't move or react at all. No point being antsy, she didn't reckon Shiori had any reason to act aggressively towards her and she'd have to put her down if she did.

"Yeah, well Gage brought me in. It's the Soshi's fault I got hollowfied anyway. Fine. There's a whole squad of us outsiders. They even let that crazy bitch Emilia back, and her arrancar lapdog Theo." Nessa frowned. Those were two people she didn't think she'd ever be teammates with. "What about you... Any more run-ins with the Quincy? You must be pretty tired of running from everyone by now." Nessa prompted. Her one visible eye bored into her old squadmate's face. Her other eye monitored her for any signs of weakness, sweat, increased bloodflow, anything. "I take it that you're interested in coming back, otherwise you wouldn't just be throwing your reiatsu around like this. Or did you know they'd send me- and you wanted to talk to me specifically?" Nessa sneered at her own joke, her face curled into a rather unpleasant smile.

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Nessa smiled at Shiori's confidence. She wasn't entirely certain that the visored would be quite so blasé once she'd seen how strong some of the Nibantai members were nowadays. She quietly assessed that she was also much stronger than her old comrade, unless Shiori had some great strength that she was hiding very adeptly. Nessa, now she was close, was able to analyze her reiatsu quite thoroughly, and it seemed as though Shiori was nearly but not quite at the stage she had been just after defeating her Inner Hollow and acquiring her visored powers.

Before she really had the opportunity to dwell too much upon it, however, Shiori had tossed her the object she'd previously been examining. She turned it over in her hands, touching it not really revealing much more than she already knew. Nessa vaguely recalled Shiori had told her about encoutering a visored working with the quincy beforehand. She'd heard stories of the white-haired menace but not much more than that. It was, in all likelihood, the same guy. She focused her gaze on Shiori. It was a bargaining chip. Something she wanted to assure her safety. Nessa shrugged. She'd hand it over to Nemu or someone as soon as they got back. If it were a danger bringing it into Soul Society, Mayuri would surely know about it.

"Well, someone could, at any rate. They'll probably want to interview you about your run-in with the quincy when you come back. But you oughtn't have to buy your freedom." She told her, pocketing the button. "You'll be subject to all the same rules that always governed us as shinigami when you come back, which means no jaunts into the human world. They're all pretty serious about that, but especially the Soshi- if you plan to rejoin the kidoshuu, that is." Nessa knew that she'd not wanted that at all but perhaps Shiori felt differently. "I guess what I mean is if you have any unfinished business you should clear it up now."

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