One could find comfort in his placid demeanor, as this was his nature. A Captain’s resolve must outweigh their emotion, and in times of turmoil it is those who don the white coats who are responsible sustaining their composure. If he were to cower in fear or break into panic, all those beneath him would follow suit. To see a bulwark of the Soul Society shaken and splintered was cause for disaster, something he couldn’t allow. Even still, he’d be an idiot to not internally express his concern. Despite his actual interest in the hollow he knew that in reality he was using it as a distraction for those near, attempting to draw the attention away from the cataclysm that rose at the Seireitei’s center. The insect-like male before him seemed to be just that.. an insect. That was in size comparison, but as if that wasn’t a somewhat defining factor on its own it seems he was incapable of proper speech. Chiseled arms rested across each other over a strong, defined set of chest muscles, hidden beneath the veil of a Shikashuhou.
He had felt her presence before it made itself known, assimilating the entirety of her spiritual essence into his field of sensory. She appeared, in a blur, a young, rambunctious scientist with information seemingly flowing from her pores—seeping, exuding.
“ Sorry for the abrupt intrusion, I was set on assignment to deliver our finding's to 10th Division, but as luck would have it, Master Higen has come to us."
His eyes darted to her, not a single word escaped his lips, welcoming the embrace of her words in the hopes of receiving valuable intel.
“It seems that the hollow that was sent to us earlier wasn't actually a hollow to begin with.... Well it WAS but at the same time it wasn't.”
A change in posture could be noticed upon the captain, a vertical shift in his spine causing his figure to be even more erect. One hand rose to stroke at the straggling hairs of an everlasting beard, his interest piqued and his concern rising steadily.
“ As you can see, the supposed "Hollow" wasn't born a hollow, but rather a human, in this case, a teenage boy. Whom as you can see was performing a standard day-to-day task of studying homework before the sudden change came to him. More memories were able to be gathered, and have been downloaded to memory cards. As the tests continued, we were able to confirm this notion, as fact, due to the irregular traces of reiatsu within the hollow's composition. Seemingly this anomaly doesn't correspond to any known hollow traces, human traces, or even shinigami traces. Which has us begging to question, just where did you find this specimen, and how did it come into your division's possession Captain?”
Her words rang loudly and instilled further confusion into the man. He was no scientist like the two of them but he was sure there was something that didn’t make sense amidst it all. How was this possible? Never once has the process taken place so swiftly, especially considering the rather formidable strength of the hollow itself. This was difficult, and although it was his find he was not the one to tackle said information alone. No, this required some of the most brilliant brains in the Seireitei to assess and respond. There couldn’t be a worse moment for this apparent civil war. In a moment’s notice, upon the fleeing of the 12th Division woman Higen’s train of thought became derailed. A simple fracture of space could be felt in the plane that they existed. Briefly there was heat, and then there was pressure, and in the small window of a singular pulse came an unmatched force. His peripheral was lit ablaze, vibrant, purple flames rising to the sky, the crackling of walls and buildings bordering the Seireitei echoed like thunder for miles. The old man was uncaged.. well..
hardly. Higen hoped for its ending, truly. This mess was wildly inconvenient, and in the midst of it all were those who couldn’t dare to defy such destruction. He did his best to keep things in order, but the Seireitei remained in shambles, it seemed. He could hear the panic, even though it hadn’t been directly in front of him. He’d done enough rounds for his liking, his Division was his priority now. A ding on his Soul Phone signifying the usage of the Senkaimon again only further coerced him to leave.
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You’ve been considerably helpful. I must tend to my division. Please hold things down here and be careful, with hope, things will blow over soon."
As usual, he acted as a beacon for positivity and heroism, often opting to imply that the dark days are sparse and fleeting. He alone would bear the burden of doubt, caged within a skullfort.
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