Kaleidoscopic Tendencies (Open)

The headquarters of the 5th Division were quiet today, Asami made a mental note of that fact from her compact workplace that could scarcely be called an office. It wasn't that she was a disorganised person, quite the opposite was true in actuality, but rather that the modest quarters were piled full with stacks of paperwork and she could only motivate herself to write for so long before it began to drag. That period had already flown by today, and so she had concluded to allow a period of rest and recuperation before continuing. It was hardly her fault that the Division had suffered from a series of unfortunate events that left them lacking in regards to quality high ranking officers, and yet more work always found its way to her door.

She leaned back in her chair, letting the front two legs clear the ground as she stared up at the ceiling. Hands reached behind her head to fix her ponytail, as the ribbon had slowly loosened, and rewrapped it with the expertise that came from countless years of practice. There was no mirror for her to verify her work, but Asami was not concerned. Instead, her eyes bored into the ceiling until she was convinced they might pierce straight through until the colours began to creep in from her peripherals.

The strange occurrence was likely a side-effect of an unhealthy combination of her boredom and exhaustion, she deduced as much without needing to dwell on it. So she let the optical illusion play out, each of the colours forming into strange liquid shapes that danced around her eyes narrowly avoiding being in focus. It was not like she had never worked a long day before, but it was still draining when monotony started to set in.

Some fresh air was what she needed, a chance to stretch her legs and mentally reset, so she rubbed at her eyes and then pushed out her limbs in a manner rather similar to a cat stretching. Letting out a quiet sigh of relief, Asami rose to stand and took leave of her office. It was time to prowl the halls of the Divison barracks, perhaps she would find a distraction worthy of keeping her brain occupied before she felt obligated to return to her duties.

To say that Asami's brow furrowed at the sight of more paperwork would be an exaggeration, but there was still a twinge of irritation on her forehead as she forced a rather shallow smile in Kasha's direction.

"Thank you, Kasha, I will be sure to take care of it."

She had noticed that she rather towered over the shorter apprentice, a position that she did not exactly dislike, at least he was easy on the eyes. So she reached across to take the documents from him, tucking them neatly away under one arm. There would be plenty of time to read them later, and she had begun to turn to leave when he addressed her again.

"You are excused. It could be called a fascinator, I suppose, though it is little more than a simple ribbon. I work all the magic into it myself."

Instinctively, Asami's free hand rose up to tuck some hair away behind her ear and lingered around the edge of the device. Her smile grew a little sharper, a shade more genuine than the hollow shell it had begun as.

"Oh, is there something that hampers your ability to sufficiently contribute to the Division?"

Asami's eyebrows rose as she rounded on Kasha, looming over him as she looked down expectantly. These apprentices and recruits were the future of the Gotei, and any insight they had was no doubt invaluable in restoring the fifth to former glories, though she did give the impression of being rather condescending.

At the mention of extra help, though, she pressed a finger to her cheek. She did have other paperwork, of lesser import, that she could oversee him working on. It wasn't exactly inspiring work but he did say that he was looking for something to do.

"If you are particularly lacking in matters to attend to, then I suppose there are some additional logistical documentats that could do with an extra pair of eyes."

"Consider me your supervisor for the next few hours then. Though there are still some papers that I will have to tend to personally."

Uttering a quiet note of acceptance accompanied by a look of mild satisfaction, Asami turned on her heels to begin heading off back in the direction of her office. There was little ceremony to the motion, and her pace was rather swift, though she did take a moment to ensure that her charge was moving with her.

"How have you been finding your placement in the Fifth Division, responsibility issues notwithstanding? It is an uncommon choice among students, one might think."

She scarcely turned back as she asked the question, maintaining her speed, though spoke clearly enough that the words would hardly be lost to the wind. Several students were currently serving across the division and Asami was at least a little interested in gaining some insight into what made them tick, Kasha was no exception to that.

Satisfactory yet deflective, that was how she first gauged his response. Were this a different outfit that might not have flown as well as it did, but Asami believed there was a sense of merit in being terse and pertinent.

"Good. It takes a certain mentality to fit in here, many are not so well equipped."

As the focus shifted back to herself, she supposed it was best to respond in a similar manner. It was the overarching information that mattered, rather than the detail itself.

"Myself? A little shy of a year. Though I spent several decades in the old Second Division, prior to the restructuring of the organisation."

Hardly a complete resume, but there was no reason to labour a point simply for the sake of making it. She had done her time within the division, its predecessor, and the Stealth Force directly; that was all that need be said.