Zoran Zazaravitch appeared back in the Soul Society as he had left. The two gates parted and the light if the senkaimon flooded outward into the street. STepping out of the gate, he met another hell butterfly. The one he had taken with him to the world of the living dispersed, flying off into the sky. This second one..It had a message of sorts. He knew there was a meeting, but not where. It seems it was at the Squad thirteen barracks..How odd. These things usually occured at Squad one's area. Regardless, he intended to show up. His jacket was slightly burned, showing the ends of it being burnt off and traces of char covering the edges. His power was surpressed back down to a novice Captain's level with not a trace of hollow reishi in his body. Those Demons were too much trouble to bother with..Considering the time, the meeting was probably already underway. He would need to explain the circumstance of what occured when he got there. WIth a heavy sigh, he used a shunpo to vanish, leaving a trail of wind in his previous position where he stoood. Though, rather than going directly to Squad thirteen, he stopped by his own barracks at Squad nine.
Zoran Zazaravitch casually walked inside, any injury he had taken during the fight healed by his natural affinity in cell repair. Walking in, he greeted any of his squad that was up and about with a brief smile and the wave of his hand. Arriving back at his own quarters, the taicho of squad nine slided the door open, taking a few steps inside, then closing it behind him,. The bandages around his left-arm had been damage, causing the blood to drip from them and his arm to go under some slight pain. Unwrapping the cloth, Zoran Zazaravitch set it next to his body with the same bloodied cloth he had left there earlier. Though, it was all dry now. WIth his mahogany chester drawer already opened, he pulled out anither set of cloth bandages, setting it across his deformed arm and covering it from the shoulder to each finger tip in the white material. As before, blood soaked into it quicklyl,giving the white material a red colour in seconds..He truely hated this injury, but he had been cursed with it by his own powers. It was unfortunate, but there was nothing that could be done.
Zoran Zazazaravitch walked back outside, vanishing just as quickly as before to quickly manuver over toward the squad thirteen barracks,. In no time, he was at the gate. He could sense the spiritual power of several other captains inside as he slowly walked toward the room they had all been gathered in. Finally getting inside, he parted his lips, speaking out in his casually fatigued and laid-back tone as his eyes scavengered the room, looking around at each individual inside. He hadn't met any of them yetaside from casual passing from time-to-time, though, it wasn't exactly the best time for introductions with the events that had transpired as of late. " Aye, sorry if I'm late. There was an issue in the living world with some Demons. Really annoying creatures they are. Roughly both of them on par with Captains. I managed to beat one of them, but the second retreated and took the defeated one with it. Was a shame...Put forth all that effort for them to run away." He was lying of course, but no would know that, nor did he show any signs of it. It wasn't anything new for him to lie, as he did it to get out of work quite often in his past.
That was when Zoran noticed the injured shinigami in the room. His calmed crimson irises got a slightly more serious tone to them. CLearly something had happened, though he was unaware what. He thought it best to ask and explain a bit incase any of the Captains were unaware of his recent enlisting in the thirteen quort guard squads. " Seems the kid has been damaged pretty badly. Just what exactly happened? Just getting here, I'm a bit uninformed about this whole situation, or why the meeting was even called..Oh, and I'm the new taicho of squad nine, if any of you were wondering. Name is Zoran Zazaravitch."