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ABC's of Seireitei; Always Be Cleansing
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ABC's of Seireitei [Always Be Cleansing]
Character: Nejireta Unmei; Open to all Unseated Shinigami & Academy Students
Rank: E
Mission Info: The sudden emergence of several rogue Shinigami throughout Soul Society has become an issue that needs addressing. Unfortunately, the lowest point on the totem pole is reserved for beginners. This mission involves having several lower ranking shinigami looking around District 79, the last known wereabouts of the shinigami in question.

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No respect.

The men and women of the Seventy-ninth district had not the slightest amount of respect towards the shinigami who patrolled the area. They had even lesser respect for the ones digging through their personal lives attempting to find information about the hand full of members who spent time assisting them. Not a single ounce of respect was to be found amongst the men and women of this district when it came to being questioned by the people of Gotei 13. Or at least not whenever Nejimei went through the trouble of asking them anything.

Nejimei was unknown if his 'less than acceptable' means of assisting people had spread throughout this district as well, but considering the small amount of information he'd been obtaining the possibility was certainly there. With every question he brought forth, Nejimei was met with twice as many thrown back at him in regards to the Rogue whom he had little to no information about. Aside from he was from Sereitei, and the person in question left shortly after their graduation, any information was considered classified from unseated members.

The only thing that Nejimei found out from the several hours he'd spent wandering through the streets was that they really didn't care much for Shinigami, and that they would take any chance they got to make this known. From the children going out of their way to avoid him, to the adults constantly making up excuses and asking questions to deflect, everything seemed to be a bit harder to handle than he'd originally expected. Afterall, he was far from the first choice for a mission that involved talking to people.

After six hours straight of being treated like garbage, Nejimei came across several other Shinigami in the nearby area who seemingly were having just as much luck as he was. A few of them had grouped up and were talking about whatever it was that the guys talked about this day and age. Though a small number of them looked to Nejimei as he wandered into the area, most kept their eyes down to the ground carrying the same distraught emotions.

“Wonder if the freak needs a hand. Looks like he's all by himself even amongst the other freaks.” One of the few voices spoke behind him before kicking up a small amount of dust at one of the groups near Nejimei. As an order, most of the people sent on the mission were told to avoid any conflict with the spirits in the area. So for the time being all Nejimei could do was sit around taking the insults that were hurled at him, watching as the others were kicked around by idiots.
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"Man, this sucks. Is there anyone here who isn't acting like complete pricks?" It was really starting to get to him. The people in the area were treating him and the other shinigami like mud, seemingly not bothering to even step on them because they were too dirty for their tastes. His mind couldn't work out all the fancy-pantsy details as to why, but he could just assume that it had something to do with the rogue shingiami that were causing problems for the village people. Just who big of a pain in the ass were those guys? At the moment he was standing off to the side, near the rest of a group of other shinigami that decided that it'd be cool to get together and talk. And talked they did, whether it was about the mission or what they would be able to eat later (at least that's what he assumed during his half-listening state).

His green eyes surveyed the area with clear boredom, and it wasn't hard for him to think that maybe chilling back at the academy was a better idea. Sure, there was the possibility of more action going down, and he may get the chance to scrap with some other shinigami in a real life or death battle. But right now all he got was the cold shoulder and a long waiting time. He could remember it now, all the time he spent trying to become extra special strong while in the academy building, sparring with anyone that would give him the time of day, and usually beat them to a pulp; it always sucked to fight those mage types, though, considering he didn't seem to have any skill with that sort of shit.

And now the boredom was becoming a pain in the ass, and he had to feel his natural liveliness welling up inside him. But like, the teacher guy back at the school told him it would be in his best interest to calm the hell down for once, considering it would be hard to get in any of the 'top' divisions with his sort of attitude; the best he could hope for was that one division apparently 'Full or brutes who didn't think using kido was a good idea despite their competition'. But that sort of place seemed fine to the shinigami, because, in the end, he was all for getting even tougher if he could. And by tougher, he meant that being able to throw a house would be pretty cool. And yea, he heard about guys that strong walking around the soul society. It was just a matter of time for him, really.

But now he had to sate his boredom, so walking up and implanting himself into the nearest conversation seemed like a good plan at the time. He walked up to two particularly good-looking female shinigami, wrapping his arms around their necks as they talked about eating out after the mission. Now that sounded like something that would be pretty cool, and it was no doubt a good time to try and get in, if you know what he means. "Yea, a good meal would be pretty damn cool after having to wait around in this place without any entertainment. We really should get paid better for this kind of work, eh? The ones we're trying to protect don't even respect our good will and shit."

Actually, the young shinigami had no clue whether or not they actually got paid for missions and stuff. Was 'shinigami' even a real job title? Well, he guessed, not having to live in the shit stain of a place like rukon seemed like a good perk to the job in any case. But his attempts to get in with these young women were for naught, as they quickly looked at him in disgust, kicking him to the rather tall guy that had opted to stray away from the pack. "Ha, what a loser! Probably not even in a division. Bald freak, go hang out with the other one!" Ouch. That hurt both his pride and his backside, and there was a lesson to learn that day; shinigami chicks were bitches. He looked up at the gargantuan fellow, his eyes widening as he realized that this guy dwarfed him in comparison. Man, his pride had took yet another hit. He stood on his feet, dusted himself off, and adjusted his 'Bald and Proud' headband, shaking his head before looking up at the other guy. "Yo."
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Keeping his tongue frozen in place far longer than he should have, Nejimei could only watch as the numerous people in the small area continued to poke fun at himself and the other shinigami. Sad as it was, there was little that he could do assuming they didn't do anything hostile directly to him. As one after another shinigami came and went from the alleyway attempting to find some comfort among their own, it was becoming increasingly difficult for Nejimei to keep up with each of the conversations. Honestly though he wasn't exactly trying too hard to indulge himself in their meaningless banter.

The seventy-ninth district was a hard place to find yourself in, for both shinigami and spirit alike. The saddest part of it all was perhaps most of the soul reapers who felt themselves above everyone around them were just recently finding this out. As each of them had their own story to tell about being kicked at, ignored, and spat upon by the residents. Part of Nejimei found it sad that they didn't learn the lesson the way the shinigami that had come after him had learned. With quick case of the death.

Sadly these men and women on both sides of things weren't him. They were either all bunched up talking together, or wasting their time attacking others who couldn't fight back. Nejimei didn't belong in either side of things, the idiots poking the caged beasts who could tear them apart or the caged beasts licking each others wounds talking about how hard things had become for them. Neither side seemed all that appealing to him.

After most of the shinigami had gotten back to work, and a large number of the residents had left attempting to avoid any further confrontation with them. There was a fairly short exchange between another shinigami who had just arrived and the group that had been sitting down grouped up in the corner. Whoever the bald newcomer was he'd become the new target of their 'affection' and was quickly shown the hospitality that he'd been given time and time again by his fellow shinigami.

After watching the struggling attempt of the interaction between the shinigami, Nejimei would catch the attention of one of the other shinigami in the area. He was attempting to get Nejimei's attention to begin a conversation. Considering that this was an official mission, it would have been rude and possibly troubling if he'd avoided all forms of contact with other people. ”Hello.” He responded in kind to the shinigami as he attempted to readjust his empty sleeve.
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"Ah cool, someone's talking to me without giving me the cold shoulder. You really had me worried there, man." Mazda smiled in the most friendly way he could, crossing his arms at his chest, looking the tall man in the eyes before casting a quick, disinterested glance towards the group of shinigami behind him, before returning his attention back on this new guy. "Kind of a shame these guys don't know the meaning of teamwork, eh? You seem pretty strong, at least physically, so that makes you a option to go to right? God knows I'd love to have a guy like you have my back, and being a dick to you is a good way to stop that, right?" Awkward. Not it was sounding like he was only being nice to the guy because he seemed 'a good insurance policy'. "But man, 'course I can handle my own self in a fight. I'm not exactly a small man myself, y'know. But a guy as big as you...are you one of those eleventh divison guys? I heard those dudes were pretty big dudes with a lot of physical training."

There was a light yawn, but soon the shinigami realized that he hadn't bothered to give this guy a proper introduction. One of those would be pretty good right? And since he was the one who started the conversation, this really seemed like he was obligated to go first. "Name's Mazda my man. Soichiro Mazda. But, uh, I prefer people to just call me Mazda. You got a name, man?" Of course this guy did. Even if it was just a name people gave him, he had to of had a name. To be honest, the bald man didn't really need to get his name, for in the end it probably wouldn't matter. They'd do the mission, one or both of them may die, and if neither one of those situations happened they probably wouldn't even see each other again. That was fine by him, but it was always nice to start a conversation with at least someone.

These other pricks were all standing around, pointing fingers and directing all kinds of insults towards the two men gathered. It was starting to get pants on the head retarded, and the bald one couldn't begin to understand what kind of logic they were using. Like, he knew he was odd to some, and he was aware that a guy like the one across from him came off as pretty odd as well, but he couldn't see why they would be treated as complete scrubs. I mean, they were big and pretty intimidating, all things considered, right? All those baby-faced, little-muscled guys couldn't have been that good, right? But, on second thought, he had already seen that looks weren't the best way to gauge how physically strong someone was, considering that fact that there was that magic bullshit to help soften the fact that a person didn't bother to lift. But that was unimportant. What was important now was the scenery, the job, and his current conversation with the guy in front of him. But, that line of thought got him thinking of something else to say. "Hey man, what do you think of those guys back there?" The question was posed as cooly as possible. For one, while he was a bit interested in the response, he didn't exactly want to get this guy having thoughts of letting the rest of the group die.

He was talking a lot. He knew this. But the tall guy in front of him didn't exactly seem like the talkative type. To be honest, he reminded him of a guy he vaguely remembered from his job, who never seemed to talk to anyone else out of shyness. Yea, he was a pretty cool guy, but never seemed to open his mouth when he actually wanted to. This guy was probably just a gentle giant who didn't have it in him to talk to people for whatever reason. But man, his energized nature was getting the better of him, and he constantly thought of asking this guy just why he hadn't opted to speak to anyone else. A few glances about the area had him take in various details, such as children playing away from the group while looking in their direction a few times. It was pretty clear that there was lot of tension going on...everywhere. But he had already heard from a few shinigami that the rukon district was like the slums of the world, inhabited by types who had to do all sorts of violent things for the sake of living (can you even say that spirits live) from day to day. It was kind of sad, but at the same time he couldn't help but think that he was glad he came into this world as a shinigami. "Personally, I think these guys are a bit too stuck up for their own good, y'know? Can't really stick your nose up when you're a grunt in an army like everyone else, right?"
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For a great period of time Nejimei had been spending his time trying to listen in on the shinigami that were now dispersing. The group that had made light of his handicap
were long gone and replaced by several of the residence. It was time for everyone to either get back to their jobs or report back to their squad headquarters. This new individual seemed interesting compared to most of the people around here. He was certainly talkative towards Nejimei despite their obvious physical differences.
While Nejimei was certainly tall, this individual was almost as tall as he was. Both were fairly muscular and noticeable, but the main difference between them seemed to
be their heads and mannerisms of speaking.

This Mazda person was bald... very bald. His head was shiney and powerful, being accompanied by an odd type of branding that was accompanying it. While Nejimei had grown accustom to the odd hairstyles and variants over the years in Soul Society, bald people weren't really normal considering most people seemed to grow theirs out. The words on the headband were not that important to Nejimei, so he simply ignored it in his assessment of the individual. The second thing that Nejimei quickly noticed was that this man had quite the talkative streak. Before words could even be exchanged between the two of them, this Mazda individual wasn't exactly giving him any room in edge wise to speak. When he finally managed to speak up, Nejimei had noticed he didn't have much of anything to say that would have been a bit too informative towards everything that was said.

"Wouldn't know." Nejimei spoke before rubbing the wrappings around the stumb on his arm. "They aren't strong. Just all talk. They come and go." Several of the other men from before were still in the area. Mostly just listening around while preparing to leave or pretending that they'd done their job. The few who knew of the reputation that Nejimei carried with him just glared and stared at him. The idea of fighting and losing to a cripple must have been hard enough, but fighting and dying to one was something that they truly didn't want to deal with. "Yeah. Right." The shinigami spoke before standing up and moving away from the Mazada person, slowly noticing that
the glares he'd gotten weren't exactly fading over time.

"Which area were you suppose to cover in this area?" Nejimei asked attempting to change the subject to something which ends with this guy no longer having such long winded questions. The area which he'd been given was far too large, and the other members of the sixth division refused to help him. Considering his situation being outnumbered by both Shinigami and spirits who were looking to tear him apart without a moments notice, Nejimei felt it was for the best that he at least try and make allies. "We could attempt to cover our area's together. I take it that our friends from before aren't looking to waste their time just looking around."
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This guy was some kind of something. It seemed that quietness that he seemed to be going with was doing nothing but hiding a more confident, serious nature. In other words, the guy seemed like a complete and utter stick in the mud, which Mazda found to be rather annoying, considering he knew just what kind of person he was, and what kind of people he enjoyed being around. But that was fine, the two had common problems, so that much should have been enough to warrant taking this little talk and becoming allies from it. Looking back and seeing all the glares this guy was getting, however, made the bald swordsman feel almost as if he would be better off leaving him behind and trying to gain other allies, as teaming up with him couldn't have made him any more popular with the other shinigami in the area.

But all this over thinking was starting to make the bald man feel a bit bored at all of this, and he directed his gaze back at the giant man, sighing as he looked up at him. What did he just say? Something about areas or something. After the tall blonde suggested to him that they could cover their areas together, the bald one figured that he may as well go along with that, trying to feign knowledge with a simple ploy. Or bullshiting. Bullshiting was always nice. "Yea, sure, why not? I don't mind taking on an area with you. I wasn't really assigned one myself, probably because i'm still in the academy." There wasn't much to say here other than that, and there was a sigh and a quick glance around the area, his eyes never meeting the other male's as it was clear he didn't want to be caught in a lie just yet.
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Just as soon as Nejimei and this Mazada person reached an agreement, they qere rudely interrupted by the other shinigami that had been in the area. It seemed as if they'd grown tired of simply sitting around and searching for clues about a rogue shinigami, and decided to cut things short as soon as possible. "Look at these two." Spoke one of the four men in the group. His way of standing made it difficult for Nejimei to see any indicator as to which division they were in, but chances were it didn't really matter. With a slight glare the young shinigami continued to speak. "We got ourselves a cripple and a bald guy here. Maybe these two losers would like to do our job for us so we can egt back to having fun elsewhere. Heard district sixty-four has got some prime girls there today." The shinigami finished before wandering closer and closer to Nejimei.

The two were so close that it was difficult for the shinigami to not catch a whiff of the mans strong breath that seemed to reek of whiskey, sake, and what was dangerously close to toliet water. "It wouldn't be proper for us to do your job for you." Nejimei spoke before feeling one of the other individuals plant their palm directly against his chest and push off. Having just enough time to regain his composure and catch himself with his legs, Nejimei was thrown for a bit of a surprise. Barely maintaining his composure and standing firmly the young shinigami attempted to avoid raising his voice so the others in the area who weren't directly near him would hear him. "Excuse me?" Nejimei spoke trying to seem as respectful as possible.

"Worthless cripple bumped into me and almost made me fall on my face." It took a great deal of restraint for Nejimei to avoid striking the young shinigami across his face. Whatever their problem was it was obvious they had no intention on doing any more work, and it was even more obvious that they didn't care much for either Mazada or Nejimei. Unfortunately before Nejimei could even open his mouth to defend himself or his actions, one of the random shinigami in the back quickly threw a single jab towards Nejimei's position causing for him to fall backwards trying to defend himself from the incoming blow. "No reason to talk to these losers. Deck em and let's just say we found em dicking around." The shinigami who had just missed his strike spoke watching Nejimei fall to the ground.

"Damnit." Nejimei found himself speaking as he attempted to pick himself up off the ground without stressing his right arm too much. It was difficult to tell exactly how strong these four guys were, but chances are Mazada and Nejimei were about to find out first hand. If they wanted to or not.
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The tall baldy simply stood there, watching what was happening before his eyes. It was strange, really, seeing how quickly the other shinigami were to try and fight him and his new ally. His mind couldn't wrap itself around the situation one bit, especially when you considered how small these other guys were compared to him and his partner; they were simply midgets compared to the taller blonde. He crossed his arms, watching and listening as they talked, trying to take in their words with as much tolerance as he could muster. What was even wrong with being bald, anyway? What was the problem? There were certainly much stranger guys around here than him. His green eyes looked over the group, and he paid careful attention to the one who spoke first, his ears perking up at the mention of 'prime girls'. "Really? Prime? Shit, that'd be the best news I got today."

His new 'friend' seemed to be haddling the situation well enough, being able to collect his wits and talk to the other shinigami as if they actually had a fucking brain in those empty skulls of theirs, but it seemed that words really were lost on these retards, and things escalated rather quickly. Too quickly for even Mazda's taste. It started with a push from one of the shinigami that seemed to think it was cool to follow the heels of some arrogant douche. Mazda watched as the blonde was beginning to fall back, but then regained his stance with a pretty simple stop. Even after that, the big guy still didn't try and knock these guys out, seemingly not even getting mad, and instead keeping his calmness; or, at least, that's what the bald one thought. At this point he had to wonder whether he should stick his neck out for this guy or not. Sure, he loved to fight, but he wasn't exactly keen on getting his ass jumped by a few asshats that probably couldn't even lift their swords. That would just be embarrassing.

These guys were rude, crude, and had some kind of cocky attitude. And that was the shit that he didn't like to run into, no matter how cool of a guy he was. And then it happened, these guys had taken the physicality from before at turned it into an outright battle. One of the losers in the back step forward, throwing a punch at the blonde giant, missing horribly as the man, despite his size, was able to find a way to evade. It was some kind of impressive, really. Now the bald swordsman shook his head, deciding that the display of skill his ally had just shown was enough to warrant him stepping into the fray. That, and there was the little fact that they wanted to beat his ass too.

"You said these guys weren't strong before, right? Just talk?" Mazda paused, looking at the downed blonde out of the corner of his eye, a wide smile spreading across his face as he kept one eye on the man that had thrown a punch at him. "Heh, then let's get down to testing that little idea, eh? We best show these munchkins how its done." His right hand balled into a fist, and just as he said it, struck out, his right arm whipping forward as he swung at the man that was so brave as to start the whole thing.
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