The history and tour of Seireitei [OPEN]

Phoenix tugged grumpily at the stupid academy robes. She much preferred her own clothes and being in a class with uniform only reminded her of being a child. She tailed along at the back of the class, the huddled students squealing enthusiastically at every statue and building they stopped it. Fey didn't get it, she joined to be a soldier, so what the hell did she need to know this stuff for. the group stopped, allowing a patrol of shinigami to pass as every being lurched forwards to get a view of a real life official shinigami. They were grunts, but the teacher managed to pull them in to a conversation about how great their jobs were.


'Eurgh, that's it' she scoffed to herself, bored of being lectured on working hard. As the class leapt over each other to get a better look at the four figures, she took a stray turn left. Bright side, she was in the middle of squad territory, she could look around and snoop around without anyone lecturing her. The shouts and posturing of her guided lesson began to fade as she strolled further from her class.

Acun is a very patient person. She can stand still staring out into nothing for hours, walk back and forth, waiting for an attack that will never come, yet patience has its limits, and Acun had found hers. After hearing just about every name of every shriveled up shinigami there was, she had lost all interest in the class. The class teemed with excitement a break from the tour of Seireitei and a break from the insufferable and monotonous teacher, swarmed around a patrol the instructor had "kindly" asked to stop and answer a few questions. And while they boasted and claimed how great they were, she took every boast with a handful of salt.

As Acun stood towards the back of the class, she quietly observed the rabble when she caught out of the corner of her eye a sleuthing figure seperating themselves from the class. Not one to be looking for mischief, she weighted her options quickly.

"Whatever they are doing has to be more interesting and insightful than this" she thought, her boredom beckoning her to follow.

So upon the group moving on, Acun reached down to adjust her sandle, the ties that held it together she pulled apart and retied, her stiff academy clothes rustling as she worked her mischief. Her classmates ignored her, and as they dropped out of sight Acun darted in the direction of the sleuth.