[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/UpJjkgN.png[/img][h2][color=#FF6E26]⸎[u]Okirigae Mosumi[/u]⸎[/color][/h2][/center]
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[color=DarkGray]Okirigae stood at Matsurada's memorial, her hand placed on his shoulder. The burns of their battle still marking her arms, bowing her head in respect, she turned her back and shunpo'd back to 11th's barracks. It had taken a while to rebuild the barracks back to normal, but it never had felt like it had gotten back to 100%. Both the lack of Matsurada's and Haruzato's personalities, and Okirigae's icy cold personlity replacing it hadnt exactly been the best for the division. She had tried her best to be better, but her reputation had steered away and left her lonelier then she had felt before. Visiting Mitsue and though she would never admit it, Taro kept her as sane as she could be. But all in all, being Captain wasnt all that it was cracked up to be.

Putting on the 11th Captain Haori, she felt the same way she always did when she slipped her arms through its sleeves, it never felt right but in same way it made her feel as if he was always with her, his last words a constant ringing in the back of her head. Pulled out her thought by the sound of someone approaching the barracks, walking out to see who was visiting, she was unfortunately met with a messenger informing her the captains and their lt were to head to the meeting hall. It had been a while since their last meeting, on account of everyone basically filling roles and forced to clean up and rebuild the divisions. Thinking about grabbing Mitsue to accompany her, she decided against it, as he was probably busy himself. Shunpoing to the meeting hall, she saw that she was second to arrive after Shion. She wasnt exactly friends with her, or even acquaintances, so she opted to let the women continue meditating, twirling her sword in her hands while she waited for the others to show up.[/color]