A call the arms( All Captains )

Reaper stood within the old chambers rubble lay about the place almost in a odd pattern. The home of the Espada and their filth left defined makes across the whole of soul society but even in this state Reaper knew what needed to be done, he knew that they would need to rebuild the very world that lay in recovery. Walking about the chambers Reaper felt the rush of air that flow freely with out the walls or a whole roof to shut it out, floating about Reapers shoulders and head were Hell Butterflies each for the few captains that have joined. Reaper needed to bring them together or he feared that all could be lost his thoughts were not his alone he knew the other races are trying the same thing but what Reaper could not tell is how fast they were working at or the numbers in which they have, what Reaper did know is that his task was sample and it would be his captains who will follow it to a tee.

As Reaper stood waiting for his message to reach the ears of those who were called captains, the wind slowed kicking up the dust that seemed to drench the floors and walls making them dull and lifeless. The few chairs and tables that lay turned over even broken was the proof of the rude actions of the invaders. like the sacking of Rome the Soul Society was not the pride of its former self but from the ashes it will rise once more to the greatness before. Walking about the chamber Reapers foot steps rang from the walls, the dust formed the shape of his feet as he walked to a dusty and well aged chair still intact, reaching over with a firm grip Reaper placed the chair on its for legs waiting for him to sit upon it. Lowering his self to the seat the chair moaned in protest as it took Reapers body weight Reaper looked about his hat covering his eyes. he could see the outline of where old chairs. tables and other forms of life which now stood as ghosts.

The days of war was far from over and as it stands, all sides are rebuilding making new ideas for the next wave or maybe for some a final attack of sorts eather way Reaper knew what he needed to do too keep the Shinigami from being the target or to be seen as weak to the other races. Now all he could do is wait for them to come, for them to stand and fight, to rebuild their battle torn home.

Hakudoshi was deep in thought, as he stared at his computer screen. He was Researching about Vizards, which only Captains were to know about. He himself has an inner hollow, though he does good at controlling it. At least for now... He was deep in the archives of Soul Society, looking at ancient records of Vizards, and information about them - their powers - who they were. And the mysterious Inner Hollow. Was there a way he could speed the process up? Was there a way to even slow it down? Was there a way to totally anninhiliate the Inner Hollow? So much work to be done, so much thought put into the Research. Though now its time for a meeting. The signal was clear.

He stood from his chair, and logged his computer off and began to walk out of his barracks. The Soul Society looked awful, and it was because of the arrancar! They needed to be destroied - as they have taken and defiled the most Sacred of places! They will pay!...However...what in god's name was this meeting about? He knew his Captain Commander called it fourth, though the topic? What would it be about? Was it even WORTH disturbing Hakudoshi? The Soul Society was in ruins, and it was a danmed maze finding the meeting chambers! Though with time and...too much...effort, Hakudoshi found his way and entered an empty room. Dusty...it looked rather shitty.

He looked at his Captain Commander, and a smile would not dare escape his face. The look on his Captain's face was rather serious, though the kind of serious that if you looked at it long enough - you'd burst out in laughter. Though Hakudoshi needed to hold it in, as he didn't feel like getting in any type of trouble. Those god-awful chairs would not be greeting with Hakudoshi's butt! Nuh-UH! He would stand! No way he's get his white coat dirty just for a MEETING! Sure he could create something in his time - like a type of washing machine to clean all of it. But was it worth his time? Hell no! He could just make a new one! He stood in a far left corner, and stood still and looked at his Captain.

Greetings, Captain Commander. Where are the others? It's rather obvious it's time for a meeting. Shall we wait - or shall we begin? Hakudoshi asked, with a rather dull look on his face. It was apparent Hakudoshi didnt want to be here. And it was also apparent he would much rather be studying the vizards. He wanted to start tweaking things about his own Inner Hollow - which remained a secret, of course. He tapped his zanpakutou and smiled happily. Then he quickly remembered the situation and he looked at his Captain Commander, smiled and awaited his response.