"Ah, Hitsugaya. Please, have a seat." Ichisake would take his zanpakuto and place it on the desk in front of him. He'd then grab a pen and a notepad and lean back, holding the pad in front of him and jotting something down quickly.<br/><br/>"Let's begin with assignments. How do you feel about what assignments you have been given over the past year?" Ichisake seemed to watch Hitsugaya closely, only jotting down a few things over the course of the answer. He never smiled, nor did he give any sign of emotion whatsoever. When he was finished, Ichisake immediately followed up with, "And how do you believe these assignments could be made better for you?" He followed the same note procedure as before. Watching closely, few actual notes, no emotion.<br/><br/>_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Jammie sighed. Her favorite song ended. She stepped out the back door as the next song's notes rang in her ear. She looked out over the railing at the beach. She smiled lightly.<span style="font-style: italic">"Sure kid, just try not to do it again."</span>came from a volleyball court nearby on the sand. Jammie took a long look at him. She felt something odd about the man but she couldn't pick it up. Suddenly her phone rang and she had to take the call back inside. As she closed the door she began speaking.<br/><br/>"Yeah, twenty minutes and i'll use the bait. Meet you..."