[BSD-RP] Human World: Karakura Town

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“...I told you already what you would be expected to do, and that it was your choice to stay or go. I still stand by that offer.”
This wasn’t quite the answer he was expecting but what did he really expect? They’re both close in age so there isn’t much she could have said to change his mind. Then again she was in charge of a pretty important family and in charge of a large group of Quincy so she had to have some sort of wisdom or knowledge to impart to him.
“You’ve told me that you had little to gain in joining my cause, and it’s true. I even put you in danger, and we even lost an acquaintance because of my miscalculations. If you wish to leave, then you can go. I gave my word that the Diamante would continue to support and sponsor your fights, and if you desire, will not attempt any other form of contact.”
She’s so… Vacant. His initial perception of her was correct; she can be cold hearted. What has she gone through in her life to become so disconnected from other people’s well being that the loss of a life under her command is cast aside due to a miscalculation. Though reading into a person’s words isn’t Dominic’s thing, reading body language tells it all and her grip on that desk, so strong that it cracks, tells him what he needs to know. They’re still teenagers, kids in the eyes of the general public, there is no way they can keep their cool after being put up against hellish horrors along with the loss of a life. He opens his mouth to begin his retort when suddenly…
WAAAAAHHHHHHH
A noise seeps into his ears and echos in his brain, jogging familiar memories of beasts he himself used to slay on nightly jogs. His posture fixes itself almost as if he were ready to turn and strike should the beast be behind him. His eyes looking up and to the right as he pinpoints the direction of the noise, well noises to be accurate since they begin to multiply. His emerald eyes shift back to Blume who has sweat forming on her forehead and rolling down to her chin, is she nervous or scared? Chinks and cracks in her armor, Blume is no more than a little girl with dreams and aspirations she herself probably can't fathom entirely. Not so invincible as she acts. He almost wants to laugh in her face, not out of disrespect or making fun of her but more so at their shared condition. Both of them were on their high horse, arrogant to a degree and full of pride until they were put in a situation that made them both look small, small fish in a big ocean.
“Dominic, if you find yourself inadequate, then don’t you dare take a step from this room. Rather than be a casualty, at least stay alive to ensure you can provide quiet life for your future offspring. The Echt are scarce as is. Don’t rush into something that you aren’t ready to give your life for.”
His Quincy roots coming back to bite him again, being a pureblood is a burden he’s only important because of what’s in his veins so he could pass it on. His uncle gave him the same talk, though his uncle moreso wanted him to become a “proper” Quincy. Proper… He is pure blood and he can fight back against spiritual beings rather well in his current condition and if he goes the extra mile… How much stronger could he become? Strong enough to ensure nothing like Karakura could ever happen again or maybe even now, though this is different, he has been humbled, perhaps he could handle this situation. Blume strides past him as he places his hands in his pockets, has to be rough pretending to be strong when you just want time to think or maybe even give up. He thinks back on their first conversation she did say some interesting things, things that are just now being noticed.
“Things aren’t going to stay peaceful any longer, and I need someone like you by my side. I dislike fighting, believe it or not; raising my hand is the very last thing I wish for. It's not necessarily putting you to work. You always have a choice after all.”
She dislikes fighting, could be why she started sweating when the hollow like wails were heard. He takes his hand out of his pocket and looks at it, examining the lines on his palm then turning it over to see the scars along his knuckles from training to fight. It’s what he does, it’s what he enjoys doing. He lowers his hand as he continues to reminisce and thinks back to what she just said to him seconds ago. If he finds himself inadequate then don’t leave the room and basically don’t rush into his death if he isn’t ready to die. Blume is a hard woman to pity because of the things she says. Those things felt light jabs at his character, slights against him as a person even after he stuck with her through that hell and fought the goliath of a monster head on with her. She dare say such things to and about him? Dominic wears his heart on his sleeve, he isn’t afraid to let people know how he feels about something and right now, all he can feel is…
ANGER
Pissed off

He turns to see her already stepping outside addressing some masked group, he’s too far to hear what they are saying but he honestly doesn’t care. He began marching in that direction, was he going to confront Blume or worse, attack her? Dominic isn’t back to 100%, mentally speaking, but his anger steels him, keeps him together and for a while brings him back to how he normally is. By the time he makes it outside he spots the giant blue crosses followed by fifteen of the flying whale Hollow’s being destroyed once they cross the threshold of the crosses. He looked to his left then his right, Blume was nowhere to be seen. He clenches his jaw out of frustration, crouches low and in a single bound launches himself into the air outside the safety of the Kirchenlied: Sankt Zwinger, although he doesn’t know it’s named that or what it does. In nothing but a T-shirt, shorts, and running shoes he sends himself back into battle. He has to do what he knows best, what makes him happy and if that means sending Hollow’s into oblivion then so be it. The killing of Hollow is the secondary objective as his main goal was to find Blume Diamante.
”She needs to learn how to f#%king talk to people!! Scaredy cat running out into a fight she doesn't wanna have! THAT AIN’T BRAVERY DUMBASS!!! IT’S STUPIDITY!!”
Dominic shouts at the top of his lungs out of frustration and to him it feels pretty damn good.

 

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WAAAAAHHHHHHH
The unmistakeable roar of a hollow echoed across the skies of KarakuraTown. The woman who was tasked with relaying Oyama’s orders could not do, as her attention like everyone else that surrounded the shops barrier had looked up to the sky. Their memories completely wiped as Menos Grande class hollows poured out from the Garganta. While the sight of 12 large hollows did instill fear in them; their adrenaline was quick to kick in, as the hollows came down, each one would shunpo away from the area as the hollows smashed through the surrounding buildings.
Each one reached for their phones, realising it was far to late that it was no use due to them breaking. Still, they had a duty to protect the residents of KarakuraTown from hollows. A difficult task given the number of Menos Grande that had arrived, coupled with their larger size then the standard Menos Grande and shinigami’s unusual Exhaustion. Though they had no time to dwell on such things as the skies began to light up the signature Cero Red. It wasn’t in sync with one another it almost seemed random, as each one gathered their reiryoku, before firing it off. Some were awestruck from the sheer size of the ceros others from exhaustion; the rest had used shunpo, not away from the hollows but on them. Each one drew out their zanpakutō aiming to strike into their skin and muscle, but like their seated officer they found that their blades bounced off.
“Aim for the eyes!”
No doubt about it these hollows had a strong Hierr. their eyes however were a likely weak spot. Some members slid forward and down the mask of the hollow, gripping onto their zanpakutō as tightly as they could. No doubt that these members were scared. However, Humiliation was a worse fate in their minds, they failed to protect Karakura town from a Togabito and now hollows have shown up in force. Only retreating and allowing other divisions to handle their job was humiliating in their minds. This was a chance at redemption, if they could kill off these hollows they would prove 13th isn’t a weak division. Two members reached the eyes of the hollow they stood upon both aimed to stab into them and try to carve their way in. Some of the shinigami opted to use Kido, believing a more destructive nature should be at play, their hands pressed against the hollow mask before it would reach the eye.
“Hadō #32. Ōkasen”
"Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Inferno and pandemonium, the sea barrier surges, march on to the south! Hadō #31. Shakkahō!"
“Hadō #4. Byakurai”
Voices could be heard on each Whale that casted a cero down upon the area. Each one casting different Kidō. each arm was angled to point upwards where they hoped that the Kidō they used would blast its way to the brain. These shinigami knew death was a certainty in their line of work. They accepted this truth and now they wanted to make sure these hollows knew that the soul king would embrace their souls once more.

 

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Rain, rain poured down throughout the cloudy day. Avillio had been here for nearly twelve hours before it let up and left him with a gloomy grey-purple shade around the graveyard. A cigarette that was drenched by rain sat slumped and crooked in his mouth. His crimson orbs glaring at the stonework. Avillio let out a sigh.
" You really had to go out like a damn fool, didn't you? " Avillio knelt and sat his hands flat against the earth. The mound that entombed his only true friend in this world was all he had left of Fred, that and his flask filled with Fred's own make of alcohol. Avillio thought about going down his bar a few times, but what would he be able to talk about with anyone there. Even though they were of complete opposite species, they still called each other friends.
Avillios fist suddenly struck the ground, the dirt denting in a few inches as the reiryoku in Avillio slipped out. A small shock wave shaking the graveyard with a loud thump. Nothing but stray and loose foliage could be heard rustling to the ground afterward.

He fell back on his ass and sat there. Staring at the stone slab that was a reminder of the friend he lost. And here he would sit, getting drunk and smoking himself into a chimney for four days. At this point, there was little to no use returning to Naruki City and dealing with the remaining full bringers, So within the four days, Avillio sat and waisted away, deep in thought about his next move.

A wail, a roar, the world shook, what on earth was going on.
Avillio stumbled awake by massive explosions, and cries would immediately shoot straight up from the grassy patch he called home the four days he was out in the graveyard.
" What the F**K?!?!?! "
He would look up into the sky and be utterly perplexed. His senses were on fire from the amount of Reiatsu pouring down on Karakura. Avillio immediately opened and activated his fullbring, nullifying any effects that may come directly from above his line of sight. Suddenly his head shifted down; his pistols were in his hand, already primed with Reiryoku.
" Wha.. What's this feelin'? It's like my body knows it's in danger. " Then he would see why.
Giant Hollows larger than Menos were flying from Garganta throughout the skies of Karakura. " An invasion?! What's the meaning of this... Hollow... Right after those freaks from hell! Right after I lost my best friend. Nah, this isn't gonna end how they hope it will. I'll make sure of it. " His body would swell, to a pinnacle, like a volcano building pressure. The pressure soon grew to be flames, emerald and brilliant, just like his bringer light. It ruptured all around him, skyrocketing into the sky, to the point where the town below even turned tinged with green. The pillar was so intense that it would blow through any hollow who dared stay the path of the explosion.

From there, Avillio would be in the sky now, witnessing many more of these giant whale-like hollows scream and barrage themselves into structures and unleash cero. The giant pillar that Avillio had erupted upon himself would now flow like a river, his hands swiping around himself like an infernal conductor. The streams flowed out all around him from the graveyard and out into the town, a magnificent display, to say the least. The heat was seemingly targeting the Hollows, seeking out and destroying them. Once the flames swallowed, a hollow Avillio would focus on its soul and instantly merge it with the fire, forcing them to become emerald flames themselves.
After destroying the ones immediately and completely around Avillio, he would control the now emerald flaming river into the battlefield, where they would seek out and destroy any remaining hollows, menos, and all. This display would be seen by most of the town, enemies and allies included. This radiating pillar of flame would continue to grow as they consumed more hollows to the fire. Allowing Avillio to clear up his senses enough to focus on the major threats. There was a single huge source of energy heading towards a few other outstanding ones. It would Take Avillio a little to get over there; he hoped they could make it.

 

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(“indicates verbal conversation”)
(~indicates telepathic conversation~)
Knowing the others had gone on ahead and probably already got some blood on their hands, Alfa was anxious to catch up, zooming through the precipice world as quickly as he could while still managing to keep his footing and not get swept into the torrent of reishi. As brief as his time in the world between worlds was, Alfa had little time to worry about what might await him in Karakura, instead of growing more and more excited the closer he got. The excitement that kept growing in his core had him pushing himself to move faster and faster, barely keeping up with the platforms he was creating beneath his feet, all while Mudo kept speaking within his head to “slow down” and “don’t forget your job”. He hadn’t forgotten the mission nor had he forgotten how to hunt, but slowing down wasn’t a terrible idea, no need to go fast until the prey is in sight. With that in mind, Alfa slowed his pace and focused his mind on suppressing his spiritual pressure until it was no more noticeable than an aphid sitting atop a blade of grass.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
Although the sound of yet another wound in the sky boomed through the battlefield that was once Karakura, no amount of reiatsu seemed to come from it, and only a single white and green blur could have been seen exiting the Garganta, assuming any witness wasn’t occupied by the chaos that was engulfing the town. By the time the gaping maw had closed behind him, Alfa was already standing in the air some hundred or so feet away from the lavender-haired Arrancar, only to see him bolt off into Sonido to a currently unknown location. Alfa would make a note to catch up with him later.
Now scanning his surroundings, the awe of what he was witnessing was enough to electrify his body with more excitement than he had before leaving the precipice world. The carnage that was caused by the Menos ravaging the city brought Alfa no small amount of joy. This place had become a prime hunting ground with so much spiritual pressure both large and small would make it easier for Alfa to sneak around, and since everyone would be fighting for their lives, this meant Alfa would have no hard time finding ample prey to locate. Even so, he knew a certain individual would ensure he focuses on the mission first and foremost.

~Quit drooling and get on with locating the blood~
”Ahw come on sis! You would love this place, freaking sadists dream here in kirakura”
Although Alfa was indeed communicating with his other half, from the outside looking in, Alfa would look somewhat deranged as he seemed to carry a conversation with no one at all nor did it seem he was speaking into anything to broadcast his communication.
~Look for a good-sized sample, not trace amounts. We want to ensure we acquire as much as possible. When you find it, simply throw one of the black beads I gave you before you left, I believe it will transport the blood to Izeel’s lab in the same fashion that we use Garganta.~
”So those beads were miniature Garganta? Izeel sure has been busy. Wonder what happens if I hit a Shinigami with one of these?”
~Unless absolutely necessary, you are to use them on the blood and ONLY on the blood. The more of it we have, the better off we will be. So get to it, then you can go play.~
”Yeah I gotcha, don’t have to be so bossy about it.”
Though Mudo could only acquire a basic idea of how much crimson had stained the streets and buildings of Karakura through the thoughts Alfa formed about it in his head, they both knew this task would be far too easy to accomplish, as it seemed that no amount of clean up had been done since the great scarlet flood that swallowed up this city and the Shinigami seemed to be preoccupied with other tasks, such as clearing out the school of Menos that plagued the area thanks to Elliseo’s chaotic tactic. A smart plan indeed, and one Alfa would use to his advantage, going under the radar and ignoring most of the Shinigami he could see right away.
Scanning the surrounding area for a brief moment, it was almost difficult to find what Alfa would consider being a large enough source of the blood to bother with, so much dried blood covering everything and spread thin throughout the entirety of the city. While there were plenty of options to choose from, Alfa was seeking a large enough vein of such an invaluable resource to take home with him, something more than the residual stains left behind from the flood.

 

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Arriving from the estates in Russia, Lukas would find himself plagued with picking apart the multiple sources of reiatsu covering his city in a film of scum. Hollow, Shinigami, Hell, He had no time for this nonsense and would immediately head to the House of Blume, Diamonte Manor. There was no need to send for his arrival further than allowing Blume to know.
Not that it would not matter that none would be able to predict when he would arrive, and to be honest, he had something to see too. He took the time walking to the manor to meet with a few old contacts. Dossier after dossier, every Quincy in Japan that had stirred or made moves in the past twenty years would be on each page. A list of their known abilities, power level, and expect alliance.
He scoffed at the list as he saw a few names. Half breeds.
" During this chaos, I should format our family. Only those loyal to the Diamonte should be allowed to walk this earth. " A growl, low and intimidating, would creep from his lips. His red beard suddenly found his hand scratching through it. His old eyes reading and taking it all in. Taking the documents and shoving them into his jacket, they found themselves inside a pocket. Shaking hands with his informant, Lukas would continue his way to the Manor.
During his time there, he didn't do much except inspect the Manor from top to bottom. Anyone there would move out of his way. It wasn't until the whole place shook that he started to pay attention to the reiatsu signatures once more. The Quincy had vanished, to where he couldn't be sure, but he had his assumptions. The battle must have gotten out of control, and they were forced to retreat. A wise move, Lukas would think of Blume. Setting his senses on the battlefield once more, Lukas could feel the reiatsu of hell, yet two signatures spoke volumes higher. Shinigami, unknown to the Quincy Assassin, Jinnosuke Ueku, and Omoni Hageshi, were in dire combat defeating the Togabito.
The aftermath is what causes Lukas to define this situation as critical enough to provoke his action. He would, without being sensed, help those defending their home from the tidal wave of blood. His reiatsu added to those of the Diamonte home would effortlessly blockade the Blood from wiping them out.
This was when Lukas discovered that this wasn't a terrorist-sized attack; it was blood, the blood of an ancient and powerful being. So the four days he spent in Karakura town, he would metaphorically live in the shadows, collecting the blood and storing it in a safe inside the Diamonte Manor. There were roughly four hundred pints or fifty gallons of blood stored within the safe.

He had but the single vial on him when he arrived back to the Diamonte Manor's main floor. There he was, Lillie, his Sister, who was now departing to finish overseeing the Quincy-owned buildings, were to be finalized and protected with barriers, so something like this was avoidable in the future.
With a growl, low and deep, he would mutter; " Where is Blume now? Someone send a word to her, I would like to speak with her, alone." After this, he would thumb the vial in his jacket pocket, next to the Dossiers he had held onto as well. After an attack like that, it was a good thing he decided to come home when he did. Thing's were going to happen around here, for the better of the Main Quincy family. He would make sure of it.

Leaving the entrance hall, he would wander until he found a nondescript room—one of the many vacant non-used rooms. Still beautifully cleaned and ready for guests at all times. Not a spot of dust could be seen, not even in the light refracting from the stained windows. The blues, reds, and purples fused in a way he always loved. There he would patiently await a few things.
The first would be confirmation of Blume's acknowledgment that Lukas wishes to see her urgently.
The second would be a piping hot cup of coffee infused with tea. No cream, no sugar, black coffee, black tea.
The third and final thing would be a box of luxury cigars from Mexico. The box was leather and black with actual gold trim. The Diamonte crest embroidered in diamond and ruby was set in the center of the lid. Opening it and taking out the solid gold Cigar cutter and matching lighter, he would clip, cut, and then light the cigar slowly. Rolling it around in his teeth until a puff of thick grey smoke slowly wafted out and around into the densely aired room.
" Santa Clara 1830, If it were anything else, you'd all be dead. " He gruffed out with the cloud of smoke trailing his words. He wasn't speaking with anyone directly, just referencing the half-breed's lives who clean and tidy the Manor and tend to his belongings while he is away.
The slow pour of coffee-tea began once the room was properly clouded in a smog of thick sweet-smelling tobacco smoke. Grasping the white porcelain cup palm first like a crane, his hand demanded it is brought to his mouth. Removing the cigar and taking a sip, his eyes would meet the grounds outside the stained windows. Here he would await Blumes, hopefully prompt, arrival.