Welcome to the 1st Division Headquarters.
The building itself stands detached from any other within the 1st Division complex and is bracketed on three sides by high walls and protected on high by a mini barrier dome. The entrance may give the initial impression of vulnerability but is home to several [REDACTED] security functions to dissuade (and indeed thoroughly punish) any attempt at invasion. A second dome envelops the structure in its entirety, restricting access with impunity, with anything other than Shinigami being [REDACTED] and [REDACTED]. In all, the security of the Headquarters and its occupants are widely respected throughout the Gotei.
This building offers the 1st Division three major functions:
> Socialization via casual RP for fun - if you're new to the Division, this would be the best thread to start learning the ropes.
> For those looking for a more serious RP experience, I encourage division members to spend time here role-playing the planning of any assignments and/or events with their fellow Shinigami.
> Sanctuary from opposing forces during Wartime.
This is an in character [IC] off topic/on topic mixed thread, meaning you may visit here and see divisioners goofing off in their downtime or may find a serious discussion (again, IC) of the latest assignment posted to the Events section. Unfortunately, due to the nature of the thread, only Shinigami may post here unless granted prior permission (or in the case of a planned event invasion).
It had happened. Caius had got accepted into the Gotei 13. He had been waiting for this day for years, all of his long night's training and planning had finally gotten him to this place but, he didn't feel happy. Nerves had crept into every part of his body and he couldn't shake it. Walking through the headquarters he could feel people looking at him even if they weren't. His heart pounded and his legs felt like they were about to give out any second. "You don't belong." Those words played on loop in his mind, like an old CD that was scratched to pieces. "They took pity on you." The doubt began to cloud his mind. He tried to drown it out, but it only made the voices louder. Did he truly belong here? It was the 1st Division, the cream of the crop, he didn't. "Come on Caius, snap out of it!" He hit himself on both of his cheeks, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "You're Caius Kogami, recruit of the 1st Division!" He exclaimed while taking a deep breath. "Dad would be proud" He muttered inwardly, taking the ornate, gold shark tooth necklace around his neck into the palm of his right hand and staring at it.
Caius looked around him and began to fully take in his surroundings. So this is where he would spend his nights when not on duty. It reminded him of the time he and his mum went training in the woods. He sat and reminisced. He would kill to see the look on his mother's face when she found out he had got accepted. The 1st Division. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't believe it. The nerves began to come back, but he knew that was all it was. Nerves. Once he got comfortable, they would go. Right?
Takasugi sat quietly by the open fireplace, watching the newest recruit out of the corner of his eye. Things had been quiet recently, and though he didn't object, the sudden change in atmosphere pulled him easily from his reverie. He sat cross legged on a somewhat tattered rug directly in front of the fire, a bottle of open sake in his outstretched hand. The bottom of the bottle was slightly blackened from the fire - apparently he hadn't been meditating at all, but simply using the open flame to keep his drink at an agreeable temperature. His haori was nowhere to be seen and his latent output of reiatsu was strangled down to a trickle; he didn't want to draw attention to himself in any way, and to the uninitiated, he blended in well with the masses of lower-seated Shinigami.
Or... so he thought, anyway. The hunch of his shoulders and the corded bulk of his forearms where he had rolled up his sleeves gave away something of the dire nature of the man. Beneath the overabundance of hair on the exposed skin, the firelight occasionally reflected the white sliver-sheen of many a deep scar.
He hummed and took a sip of his sake, wincing - for all the care he had taken to make sure it was the perfect temperature, it did little to polish the overall quality of the alcohol. Cheap shit. Bitter, sure to leave a nasty aftertaste, and even surer to leave a nastier hangover.
It was a beautiful day. Madara just got accepted into the 1st Division. The only thing left before finalizing his acceptance to the prestige 1st Division were formalities and some paperwork. With his sword in his left arm and a bag full of spare clothing, Madara strolled into what was to become his home for the future. He marveled at how everything was organized and secure. "This is 1st alright." he thought to himself.
He was hoping he would bump into someone that would know here was Captain's office and point him toward the barracks.
Huh. Another arrival. Takasugi took another sip of his sake, wincing as he swallowed the heated liquid having left it in the fire slightly too long. Now it was shitty scorched sake. Shaking his head, he poured the contents of the bottle into the plant pot by the fireplace and threw his cup into the flames, unrepentant. Now he was sober, had no sake, and members of his division had started to pour in and disrupt the peace with their fresh enthusiasm and do-gooder morals. Perfect.