First day on the job. (Open)

[Talis Kemora]

The sun was shining high in the sky, illuminating everything down in Soul Society. Only a few fluffy clouds floated along currents of wind. Within Seireitei, shinigami from various divisions were walking or running around like a bees in an active hive, taking care of their respective duties the uniform brought with it. This was the typical day for the shinigami as a whole and most didn't mind it. "How incredibly dull..." Thought one particular, red haired shinigami as he walked through the walled pathways with another, rather flamboyantly dressed death god walking ahead of him. This was Talis' first day on the job, being given the rank of fifth seat of the 11th division. He was being given the "grand" tour of Seireitei, his unseated escort leading him to various places and giving lectures of their functions as well as trying to give the new 5th seat some small talk. "And here we have..." "Blah blah blah... yadda yadda, I'm such a fruitcake..." Talis' mind continued on, ignoring the useless parts of his tour guide's speech, only keeping a mental note of places of importance to him... such as where they serve Saki. "Ahh... Saki... how I love thee..."

"Mr. Kemora! Pay attention... you don't want to get lost now do you?" The tour guide stopped and eyed Talis up with an annoyed look on his face. There was a bit of a lisp in his voice. Talis responded with one uplifted eyebrow. "Sorry... I was just thinking how interesting this tour is, said no one ever." "Well I'm sorry but it's my duty to make sure you are given the tour!" He turned and continued with the tour. "Jeez... this buttercup's got a stick up his ass. The hell is up with that feather in his hair?" "And here we have the general Mess Hall. It's open to all within Seireitei. I personally recommend the sausage. It's amaaazing!" A snicker escaped Talis' mouth. "Yea... I bet you just looove the sausage...." He was trying hard to hold back his laughter when the shinigami eyed him up with narrowed eyes.

After what seemed like an eternity to Talis, they finally made it to their final destination, the 11th division central barracks and training center. "This is it Mr. Kemora. The 11th division. Now if you'll excuse me, I have REAL men to show around." As he began walking away Talis started snickering again, then mocked his tour guide's lisp. "Oh yes... please be sooo gentle with them! Bwahahaha!" He started dying from laughter as his tour guide stormed off in a huff. After he was done laughing, he walked into the archway that led into the 11th division's main training area. "I hope I wasn't placed with the fruitcup division... otherwise skulls will have to be cracked." He said to himself as he walked into the center of the courtyard. No one seemed to be around at the moment.

[Takeshi Kamavirya]

Hey, shit for brains. Who's the new guy?
A large man leaning up against a wall nearby had noticed the two walk by, taking a sudden interest. Not to mention that damned seated shinigami who seemed more interested in fashion than actual combat. How the hell he had managed to make it into this division was anyone's guess, but it wouldn't be too long before Takeshi gave him some real beauty in the form of battle scars. He himself possessed numerous scars as a reminder of his previous victories. That's what Takeshi liked about them, each one told a separate story and helped forge him into the handsome, yet violent individual he was today.

Pushing himself off the wall, Takeshi lumbered his way over to the two shinigami, his towering, nearly eight foot frame dwarfing anyone else around the division. If his height wasn't intimidating enough, his muscular frame certainly indicated he wasn't one of those bone pick thin types either. As he came up to the little queer and his new friend, his head of matted black hair swiveled towards the new guy, analyzing him through deep brown eyes which housed a hidden malice, lowering himself close to the shinigami's face as the scent of his breath could soon by smelled by the new guy, reeking of alcohol and decay.

A moment passed and Takeshi soon raised his head, laughing as he shove the flamboyant one off his feet with a single push.

"HAHAHA!!!! I think I like this one!!! He's got a real fire in him!!!!"

Takeshi's face would now turn back to the new recruit, a wide grin on his face, revealing several missing teeth as he admired the new addition to the squad.

"Well, allow me to introduce myself. I am Takeshi Kamaviyra, third seat of division eleven. Don't mind this little pansy. I'm surprised his flowery ass is still in this division."

Takeshi turned towards the guide, who looked fearfully at the large man.

"GO!!!! I'll take things from here!!!!!! You've been relieved. Now get your pathetic ass out and get some actual character."

The shinigami merely looked from Takeshi to the new recruit, before meeting Takeshi's eyes which had narrowed to leer at the man. Having a feeling of self preservation, the shinigami pulled himself to his feet and rushed off, having no real desire to face the third seat.

"That's more like it. Grow a pair already."

[Talis Kemora]

"And here I thought this whole place was nothin' but dweebs and fruitcakes." Talis examined the hulking shinigami before him, taking respectful note of the scars which littered Takeshi. That was one thing the two shared in common. His own scars were visible, for all of the world to see as if they were prized trophies. He also noticed him flaunting his size a bit. It wasn't scaring him... in fact he felt a bit of excitement, like a child who just received a new and popular toy. It has been a while since he shared company with rabble such as Takeshi and he felt most at home with people such as him. They proved to have more fight in them than most others. Which is also why Takeshi's breath didn't really bother him much. He was already used to rancid breath. "My you are a biggin'... so you're the 3rd seat eh? Guess it really doesn't matter. The name's Talis Kemora. The schleps at the academy sent me here for the 5th seat spot." He had heard shortly after graduating the academy that he had already gained some sort of reputation. Whether or not it was true didn't matter to him though however he did find it a bit amusing.

Talis didn't bother with the fruity shinigami tour guide any further. He didn't really have to at this point... the big bruiser was doing it for him. He chuckled to himself a bit. "You look like you're tough. Are you and the others here tough? Do you see battle often? Or is the fear of shinigami just skin deep... like buttercup over there?" He pointed to the tour guide as he ran away from the scene. "Because I'll be honest... everyone so far has been a huge disappointment. How this place manages to fend off hollow is beyond me at this point." Talis took a few steps passed the hulking bruiser. The difference in their size was tremendous... truly a David Vs Goliath sort of comparison. "I expected more from the shinigami. More fight... less cowardice. So far though... I've seen the opposite. Cowards hiding behind spells, refusing to stand up to their opponent. Oh well... I hope this division of yours isn't like that. Otherwise... we won't be getting along very well." Talis turned back around to look at Takeshi. He was getting a bit bored at this point though.