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Zoran Zazaravitch stood near the window of hi s abode, looking outside of his window and glaring upon the outside world. His arm was bare, the bleeding ceased for the time being due to a lack of blood in the appendage, causing him to be weakened physically from the effects. This caused it to burn even more than normal, however. So many things had happened recently. The Espada had taken not one, but not two Captains now? Well, they couldn’t just stand around and let this happen..No, they needed a plan. Some way to organize and set up for events predetermined. Though he wasn’t usually the one to actually attempt such a thing, no one else was going to, so he had little choice. With the lack of a Captain Commander, they needed to have a meeting. The disorganized and blunt methods used so far have only proved to fail time and time again. Exhaling with a sigh, the fatigued taicho of squad nine opened his mahogany drawer, wrapping his fingers around a small vile of blood. This blood may have seemed like a small amount at first, but upon injection, t expanded highly. Enough so to restore the full amount he had lost into his body. Using the vile, Zoran Zazaravitch quickly stabbed the edge of the needle in to his blood vein, a sharp pain moving through his body. A shot normally didn’t hurt that bad, but because of how damaged his arm was, even such simple things like that caused substantial pain to the body. Though, he had gotten a tad more used to it over the years since he first obtained the injury against the last generation of Espada.
Zoran Zazaravitch quickly took the vile out, the blood having been injected into his arm and starting to expand already. Traces of blood leaked from his arm as normal now. Putting the vial back into the drawer, he reached for the set of bandages he had recently obtained to replace his old ones. Wrapping the material around his arm, the former white color of the cloth was altered to red from the blood being absorbed in to the material. From shoulder to the tips of each finger, the material covered his left-arm, giving him the appearance most knew him by, if at all. Turning toward the door, Zoran would set his plans in to motion, hoping that the others complied accordingly. He had sent a messenger toe ach taicho still available in the Gotei thirteen court guard squads. The message was delivered by members of his own squad, being specialist in delivering information. In the message, the individuals would simply address each individual captain by rank and name, following up by asking them to report to the main hall in the first division barracks where meetings were normally made. It was also stated that the meeting be strictly Captains. No one else. The things being discussed were of too great importance to speak about with the seated officers, or even the lieutenants. As one could inquire, it would also be mentioned that Zoran was the one calling it. Though new to the captaincy, he had already helped out some of the Captains with personal affairs and dealt with some pressing issues that would have him known decently by now. In regards to who he was, at least.
Keeping his power restrained to the normal novice-captain level he stayed at while out of combat, Zoran Zazaravitch vanished from the squad nine barracks in an instant, moving at speeds superior to that of most in the Soul Society albeit the shunpo technique. It was only a minute or two before he reached the first squad barracks, having arrived at the same time the first messengers would have reached the Captains. He wanted to be the first here, seeing as how he was the one calling the whole thing. Though, it was still a pain. He hated having to work on things like this, but when no one else was going to do a damn thing, there was no point waiting it out. Besides, this wasn’t the every day paperwork. No, this was a matter of life and death. Simplistic complications needing to be fixed and redone. Entering the main hall of the half-empty first squad barracks, he made his way into the main hall, looking at the empty chairs positioned around a single long table. Walking toward his normal seat, being the fourth seat down on the right-half of the table, the taicho of squad nine lowered himself on to it, taking a seat and waiting for the others to show up. He laid his shoulder against the table in front of him, using it as a support to lay his hand against the side of his face. He pondered how he was going to speak toward the group when they all decided to show up. Nor did he know if they actually would listen to his ideas or not. It was all a matter of chance and adaptation. Though, one thing he knew for sure was that things were only going to get worse if they continued now how they have been for the past few months.
Zoran Zazaravitch quickly took the vile out, the blood having been injected into his arm and starting to expand already. Traces of blood leaked from his arm as normal now. Putting the vial back into the drawer, he reached for the set of bandages he had recently obtained to replace his old ones. Wrapping the material around his arm, the former white color of the cloth was altered to red from the blood being absorbed in to the material. From shoulder to the tips of each finger, the material covered his left-arm, giving him the appearance most knew him by, if at all. Turning toward the door, Zoran would set his plans in to motion, hoping that the others complied accordingly. He had sent a messenger toe ach taicho still available in the Gotei thirteen court guard squads. The message was delivered by members of his own squad, being specialist in delivering information. In the message, the individuals would simply address each individual captain by rank and name, following up by asking them to report to the main hall in the first division barracks where meetings were normally made. It was also stated that the meeting be strictly Captains. No one else. The things being discussed were of too great importance to speak about with the seated officers, or even the lieutenants. As one could inquire, it would also be mentioned that Zoran was the one calling it. Though new to the captaincy, he had already helped out some of the Captains with personal affairs and dealt with some pressing issues that would have him known decently by now. In regards to who he was, at least.
Keeping his power restrained to the normal novice-captain level he stayed at while out of combat, Zoran Zazaravitch vanished from the squad nine barracks in an instant, moving at speeds superior to that of most in the Soul Society albeit the shunpo technique. It was only a minute or two before he reached the first squad barracks, having arrived at the same time the first messengers would have reached the Captains. He wanted to be the first here, seeing as how he was the one calling the whole thing. Though, it was still a pain. He hated having to work on things like this, but when no one else was going to do a damn thing, there was no point waiting it out. Besides, this wasn’t the every day paperwork. No, this was a matter of life and death. Simplistic complications needing to be fixed and redone. Entering the main hall of the half-empty first squad barracks, he made his way into the main hall, looking at the empty chairs positioned around a single long table. Walking toward his normal seat, being the fourth seat down on the right-half of the table, the taicho of squad nine lowered himself on to it, taking a seat and waiting for the others to show up. He laid his shoulder against the table in front of him, using it as a support to lay his hand against the side of his face. He pondered how he was going to speak toward the group when they all decided to show up. Nor did he know if they actually would listen to his ideas or not. It was all a matter of chance and adaptation. Though, one thing he knew for sure was that things were only going to get worse if they continued now how they have been for the past few months.