Laying down against the soft fabric of his bed, the taicho of squad nine rests, his eyes closed and his arm held over his face to block any light from disturbing him. He was enjoying his time asleep, not having to deal with any of the annoying aspects of his tme awake. Having just finished a long sum of training yesterday, he desearved a long rest anyway. However, it was soon toe br revealed that a rest was osmething he would not have today. On the door to his room, a loud knocking sound repeatedly boomed out throughout the room. It awoke him, his mind entering back into reality as the voices of the individual causing the sound entered his ears. " Captain! There is a disturbance in the living world. With the other captains preoccupied with the Espada and Vizard at squad two, you are one of the only few left to deploy to deal with this issue!" Rolling his eyes, Zoran slowly got up, sitting up, then sliding over to the edge of his bed. His feet made contact with the cold floro of his abode,. The traces of light from his window obscuring his vision for a moment. Although he rather stay here and continue his sleep, this clearly was something he needed to attend to.b The quicker he did so, the quicker he could return to his rest. Zoran Zazaravitch unwrapped the bandages around his left-arm, exposeing it's deformed state only for a moment as he set the cloth bandages on his bed, the white cloth now stained red in blood. With fatigue still in his body, the taicho reached over for his mahogany dresser, opening it to reveal it's contents. A few weeks worth of bandages were left in it. It covered about half of the drawer. The other half contained his uniform as the Ninth Squad Taicho. Though, for this, he would not need it. It was a matter best attended to without revealing his full identity. After all, he was a new captain, so his trait as an unknwon captain was useful to him.
Zoran Zazaravitch wrapped his arm back p in the white bandages, the white cloth quickly fading crimson as the blood that constantly bleeds from his deforme limb was being absorbed by it. Stepping over toward a old-fashion coat rack at the side of the room, eh pulled off his leather jacket, sldiing his arms inside and moving it over his upper-body to cover his former bare chest and abdomen. In hispreffered attire, he opened the japanese-style door of his abode, looking at the officer that had reported the issue. His crimson hues eyed the man, his gaze dull and fatigued still. Parting his lips, he spoke briefly, his voice showing signs of his tired state as well. " Thanks for telling me.....I'll be sure to deal with it.." As he finished speaking, he couldn't help but yawn. Being woken up like this always made him tired for awhile. Though, he couldn't afford to stay like that once he started to face the threat at hand.
Zoran Zzaravitch half-mindedly walked past the messanger, heading toward the doors of the barracks. He exitted the building, the light of the outside world flooding his vision and causing him to awaken. He needed to reach the senkaimon gate to head to the living world to deal with this issue..Whatever it was. It was undetermined what it was, but it was confirmed that a high spiritual pressure was sightedand a seated officer from squad ten was missing.In an instant, the captain vanished in a burst of speed, reaching the senkaimon in a matter of seconds. He was far fster than most people in the Soul Society, even more so than the captain of squad two. Though, he didn't know about many of the captains, nor did many of them knwo of him..Or his hidden ability.
Zoran Zazaravitch arrived at the gate, the blackened wings of a hell butterfly moving at his side. The gate opened through thsi signal, the link between the living world and the soul society being established. Without a second notice, he stepped through the gate. The light encased his form and the gate closed behind him. In the living world, a starnge light forged in the middle of the area where the threat had been found. A gate made of two traditional japanese doors materialized, a spiritual power about on par woth a novice captain coming forth from it. As the gate opened, a light cast over the Demon and the other shinigami's corpse, showing the bloody event for all eyes to see.
Stepping out from the gate, Zoran Zazaravitch looked at the demon, then at the corpse of the fallen shinigami. That must have been the missing seated officer..What a shame..It was clear this thing was the threat, but it did not seem that powerful..On par with one of the weakest captains maybe...The same level he was holding himself back to. If he did not need to use his real strength, he did not intend to. A target like this was nothing but a cruel joke...Why did they have to cause trouble? They lacked the power to deal with the consequence for their action, yet they insist on wrecking the lives of those weaker than them. It was rather pathetic to say the least. STanding at his full height of six foot four, the taicho allowed the senkaimon to close behind him, the light fading as the hell butterfly escaped into the darkness of night. It only would show up again upon this fight's conclusion.
Zoran Zazaravitch parted his lips,s peaking to the demon now in his unnaturally deep tone of voice. Unlike earler, he was fully awake now. His crimson iris showing the emotions of dissapointment and doubt. " So....You are the reason I had to wake up from my sleep and come here? Really.....What does a shinigami have to do to get one day ofpeace without some asshole coming around and F***ing with things they shouldn't be messing with.....You had to kill the seated officer?...Shame. Seems I'll have to put forth the effort of arresting an insect like you then...Well, anything to say for yourself?" The ninth taicho was not familiar with the Demons. He knew they existed from meetings and what they were capeable of, but this one just seemed weak....They were told to be quite powerful the last he heard of them. It appears they are not all they were cracked up to be...This spiritual pressure did feel odd though..Unlike the Arrancar's or Vizard's power.
Zoran Zazaravitch lightly tapped his pointer and index-finger against the guard of his zanpakto, ready to draw it if need be. The creature was obviously hostile, so an attack was to be expected. The cloth and bandages around his arm were now fully crimson, giving him back the full appearance he had in most occasions. The shinigami intended to end this quickly as soon as the creature replied/ He did not want to waste more time than was needed for this job.