Post by Vayle Cameo on Jun 2, 2019 16:22:04 GMT
The Seventh division barracks! A symbol of courage, faith, and willpower in soul society. The home to some of the most fearsome fighters that exist on planet earth! A gathering place where mighty warriors get their rest!
And currently, a total pigsty covered in wreckage and broken beds.
Vayle glared twin daggers around the room as she saw the accumulation of mess that had occurred. Trash bags broken and thrown around the room. Numerous articles of clothing left askew across every surface - some clean, and some covered with various….
Various. That was as far as Vayle was willing to think about the subject.
As disgusting as the skewn panties and boxers were, though, it was far from the only damage. Manga of both reputable and less reputable tastes. Broken bunks. Pillows. Teddy bears. Even a couple death gods that had the misfortune of recently having a night shift that now sat dazed where they were thrown, or that had ran off.
And of course, the center of the tornado.
Fumi Mokin, and Miyako Tsuki. A pair of women with a reputation of starting fights with each other and destroying everything over even the most minor of things.
“Give it, Mokin!”
“Find your own goddamn porn, Miyako!” The girl yelled, pulling at the other woman’s long black-hair in order to wrestle her to the ground. Miyako grunted and grabbed at the nearby tatami mat to try and pull herself away, but Mokin just pulled harder, and her grip loosened. Miyako followed up with a vicious elbow to the face, and Mokin dropped the hair. “You bitch…”
Miyako smiled at the comment, before delivering a vicious knee right to where the sun didn’t shine. “Watch how you speak to me. peasant.” Miyako mocked, putting a hand through her hair as Mokin shivered and curled up halfway into the fetal position… before getting up by surprise and grabbing the other girl’s arm. She pulled her forward before Miyako could react, and sent her into a vicious arm bar. “You stuck-up royal cunt! I’m from a noble family too! Why should I have to listen to you and your stupid orders!” The girl yelled, before a sly smile curled onto her face.
“You know, I don’t think you ever really got taught manners as a kid. How ‘bout I give you a nice spanking till you learn some fuckin’ manners!” the Mokin heir gave an evil grin.
“Don’t you touch my perfect ass with your filthy hands you beached cow!”
"Listen to Miyako, Fumi.”
Vayle walked up with reishi streaming from her hands and a look of irritation. “After all, how are you going to find the energy to spank little Miyako’s dumb ass when you’re going to be so busy cleaning alll of this up. Especially since right as soon as you’re done, you’ll be paying for all of it out of pocket. The gotei’s not so rich we can just afford to pay for your stupid antics while we’re also busy with a thousand other jobs!” Vayle snapped.
“Oh, that’s not a problem for me. My family’s more than rich enough to pay for my share. Though Mokin’s family might have much more of a problem with it.”
“My dad’s loaded you dumb cow! I’m sick of you-”
“Argue on your own time pipsqueaks!”
The two girls jumped up and immediately hugged each other as Vayle walked towards them with all the fury of a raging Rhino on her face.
“And your own time is now decided by me.” Vayle would respond. “Not your daddy” Vayle would point to Fumi. “Or your big ol’ noble parents.” And she’d point to Miyako. “Are going to do anything to bail you out of this one. You haven’t just cost the gotei money - but man have you cost them money.” She’d add with a motion around the barracks. “You’ve cost us time, time used fixing this stuff and buying replacements for what can’t be fixed. You’ve cost yourselves the respect of your comrades, which is a problem for team cohesion. Most of all, You’ve cost seventh division a significant share of respect. Once this little stunt of yours gets around, half the gotei is going to be talking about how 7th division is a bunch of giggling baboons. That’s going to affect the other unranked squad members, it’s going to affect your direct superior that’s yelling at you right now, and it’s even going to affect Captain Iba! All because you had to fuck around fighting over porn!”
Vayle would sigh, taking a bit of a breath as the two girls cowered. “No. There’s no use for it. I’ll talk to the higher ups, but I think they’re going to agree with this idea for punishment.” Vayle would add with a broad smile, and wait a few seconds for one of them to take a guess.
“...Are we going to have to cut our hai-”
“You’re an idiot.” Vayle cut Tsuki off.
“...Are we going to have to walk on hot-”
Vayle’s grin faded as she realized she was wasting her time waiting when it came to these two dimbulbs.
“No! As a matter of fact, no!” the 20th seat snapped, causing both girls to jump back a bit. “...No.” she repeated more calmly, a sadistic edge coming in. “you have four things to repair; damage, Reputation, Cost, and time. You will do this by coming on missions from me from now on.” Vayle would add.
“Which ones?”
“All of them, until you pay this off. You’ll show what good little shinigami you are in the field to repair our reputation, put your share of the mission bounties to repairs, gain a bit of slack from your teammates by taking some of the workload, and put all that free time to use on something valuable.”
The two death gods stumbled back. “B-b-but… you always go on missions!” Fumi blurted.
“Which means you guys’ll have to work really damn hard to keep up, doesn’t it? You have eight hours. Choose to spend them training, or choose to spend them resting, but expect hell when your reprieve is over.
The two shinigami groaned in unison, and Vayle gave them a dangerous smile. “I don’t know if you’re going to have a fun time, but I certainly am.”
The pair of shinigami just gave her a dull glare, which just proved to Vayle that she’d done her job.
Of course, these two dolts didn’t know Vayle’s true reasons for being such a hard-ass about this, but, well, it wasn’t necessary for them to know at the end of the day.
Vayle pulled out her phone, and looked at a list of available assignments. Since she had no pressing orders at this time, she had quite a few ‘options’ to go about clearing or sending others to clear as 20th seat. She kept looking through the list until she found a particularly juicy looking one:
“Purge the hollows in human world section… 8724…” Vayle muttered. That was near the mines she and Jeremy had cleared recently, right? Talk of high hollow activity, multiple huge hollows…
Perfect choice. Assuming she didn’t just end up having to bail out the nitwits.
And currently, a total pigsty covered in wreckage and broken beds.
Vayle glared twin daggers around the room as she saw the accumulation of mess that had occurred. Trash bags broken and thrown around the room. Numerous articles of clothing left askew across every surface - some clean, and some covered with various….
Various. That was as far as Vayle was willing to think about the subject.
As disgusting as the skewn panties and boxers were, though, it was far from the only damage. Manga of both reputable and less reputable tastes. Broken bunks. Pillows. Teddy bears. Even a couple death gods that had the misfortune of recently having a night shift that now sat dazed where they were thrown, or that had ran off.
And of course, the center of the tornado.
Fumi Mokin, and Miyako Tsuki. A pair of women with a reputation of starting fights with each other and destroying everything over even the most minor of things.
“Give it, Mokin!”
“Find your own goddamn porn, Miyako!” The girl yelled, pulling at the other woman’s long black-hair in order to wrestle her to the ground. Miyako grunted and grabbed at the nearby tatami mat to try and pull herself away, but Mokin just pulled harder, and her grip loosened. Miyako followed up with a vicious elbow to the face, and Mokin dropped the hair. “You bitch…”
Miyako smiled at the comment, before delivering a vicious knee right to where the sun didn’t shine. “Watch how you speak to me. peasant.” Miyako mocked, putting a hand through her hair as Mokin shivered and curled up halfway into the fetal position… before getting up by surprise and grabbing the other girl’s arm. She pulled her forward before Miyako could react, and sent her into a vicious arm bar. “You stuck-up royal cunt! I’m from a noble family too! Why should I have to listen to you and your stupid orders!” The girl yelled, before a sly smile curled onto her face.
“You know, I don’t think you ever really got taught manners as a kid. How ‘bout I give you a nice spanking till you learn some fuckin’ manners!” the Mokin heir gave an evil grin.
“Don’t you touch my perfect ass with your filthy hands you beached cow!”
"Listen to Miyako, Fumi.”
Vayle walked up with reishi streaming from her hands and a look of irritation. “After all, how are you going to find the energy to spank little Miyako’s dumb ass when you’re going to be so busy cleaning alll of this up. Especially since right as soon as you’re done, you’ll be paying for all of it out of pocket. The gotei’s not so rich we can just afford to pay for your stupid antics while we’re also busy with a thousand other jobs!” Vayle snapped.
“Oh, that’s not a problem for me. My family’s more than rich enough to pay for my share. Though Mokin’s family might have much more of a problem with it.”
“My dad’s loaded you dumb cow! I’m sick of you-”
“Argue on your own time pipsqueaks!”
The two girls jumped up and immediately hugged each other as Vayle walked towards them with all the fury of a raging Rhino on her face.
“And your own time is now decided by me.” Vayle would respond. “Not your daddy” Vayle would point to Fumi. “Or your big ol’ noble parents.” And she’d point to Miyako. “Are going to do anything to bail you out of this one. You haven’t just cost the gotei money - but man have you cost them money.” She’d add with a motion around the barracks. “You’ve cost us time, time used fixing this stuff and buying replacements for what can’t be fixed. You’ve cost yourselves the respect of your comrades, which is a problem for team cohesion. Most of all, You’ve cost seventh division a significant share of respect. Once this little stunt of yours gets around, half the gotei is going to be talking about how 7th division is a bunch of giggling baboons. That’s going to affect the other unranked squad members, it’s going to affect your direct superior that’s yelling at you right now, and it’s even going to affect Captain Iba! All because you had to fuck around fighting over porn!”
Vayle would sigh, taking a bit of a breath as the two girls cowered. “No. There’s no use for it. I’ll talk to the higher ups, but I think they’re going to agree with this idea for punishment.” Vayle would add with a broad smile, and wait a few seconds for one of them to take a guess.
“...Are we going to have to cut our hai-”
“You’re an idiot.” Vayle cut Tsuki off.
“...Are we going to have to walk on hot-”
Vayle’s grin faded as she realized she was wasting her time waiting when it came to these two dimbulbs.
“No! As a matter of fact, no!” the 20th seat snapped, causing both girls to jump back a bit. “...No.” she repeated more calmly, a sadistic edge coming in. “you have four things to repair; damage, Reputation, Cost, and time. You will do this by coming on missions from me from now on.” Vayle would add.
“Which ones?”
“All of them, until you pay this off. You’ll show what good little shinigami you are in the field to repair our reputation, put your share of the mission bounties to repairs, gain a bit of slack from your teammates by taking some of the workload, and put all that free time to use on something valuable.”
The two death gods stumbled back. “B-b-but… you always go on missions!” Fumi blurted.
“Which means you guys’ll have to work really damn hard to keep up, doesn’t it? You have eight hours. Choose to spend them training, or choose to spend them resting, but expect hell when your reprieve is over.
The two shinigami groaned in unison, and Vayle gave them a dangerous smile. “I don’t know if you’re going to have a fun time, but I certainly am.”
The pair of shinigami just gave her a dull glare, which just proved to Vayle that she’d done her job.
Of course, these two dolts didn’t know Vayle’s true reasons for being such a hard-ass about this, but, well, it wasn’t necessary for them to know at the end of the day.
Vayle pulled out her phone, and looked at a list of available assignments. Since she had no pressing orders at this time, she had quite a few ‘options’ to go about clearing or sending others to clear as 20th seat. She kept looking through the list until she found a particularly juicy looking one:
“Purge the hollows in human world section… 8724…” Vayle muttered. That was near the mines she and Jeremy had cleared recently, right? Talk of high hollow activity, multiple huge hollows…
Perfect choice. Assuming she didn’t just end up having to bail out the nitwits.