[BSD-RP] Human World: Naruki City

Gin

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Now that business has concluded amongst the remaining fullbringers, she is left alone in her office. While she sits at her desk, objects around her move about, a cup, a spoon, a canister of coffee, the natural water, all moving and arranging themselves in preparation for a fresh cup of coffee as she sits at her desk. The threads around her fingers uncurl and rapidly press keys and move the stylus on her work table as she begins to draft plans for the newly destroyed city of Naruki. Living complexes, sure, they could have been made luxury condos, but she has to keep in mind the population, what their reaction will be to what would essentially be gentrification. Instead, she opts for a low income housing, for those displaced and struggling to make ends meet. A community center and park nearby, as well as a new school. She even drafts the uniforms for the students meant to attend. Some could very well deem the woman an altruistic workaholic, looking out for the less fortunate, but this front ultimately helps her achieve what she desires. This allows her to move under the radar of officials, tax breaks as what will come to be known the Xaltation Group will be funding these enormous construction projects, as well as even offering scholarships for those students that have been affected by the day's catastrophe.

Her office fills with the scent of a deliciously unique coffee blend, as the sugared coffee gently places itself on her desk, she presses the button to ring the secretary outside of her office. The strings outside of the shadows of Hansha retreat, intertwining over the opening, the colors changing and weaving as a tapestry, identical to the view of the outside.

"There's a couple broken windows in my office, send maintenance to patch it up and schedule to have them fixed as soon as possible."

"Yes ma'a-"

Click.

With that, maintenance should be running through the building ensuring no other windows in the building have broken, double-checking the structural integrity of the building to maintain the high standards of the upper echelon of the company. They act swiftly, prioritizing the creative director's office and tarping the openings in a matter of minutes before doing a sweep of the building.

She carefully sips the hot coffee while the threads of her gloves work away, bringing the ideas in her head to life with each stroke, while the keyboard clacks away citing important points to be included in the new contracts to be drafted by the company's legal team. Occupied by these tasks, she doesn't immediately notice Hansha's transfer of the initial containment orb, it isn't until there is a second, then a third, more and more appearing in her office. Curious by these, more so by what they contain, she stands and slowly approaches them, her bare fingertips inching closer and closer to an reiatsu housing ball of shade.

"...Fascinating, truly astounding."

"A variety of Reiatsu flavors to choose from. Would you be able to manipulate any of these?"


She glances back at Hansha, an expression of eager delight on her face as she recalls the threads around her fingers and slips her hands into a shade. In doing this, she sees the hundreds of thousands of threads of fate connected to him, from the initial bonds created in his birth and every other tethered after until this very moment. Stephania can see the ends of those bonds, and the continuation of others, while coming across a single one newly formed within the last few hours which intertwines with her own string of fate. Not only that, as she studies the very reiatsu, the vassal she uses to see, she notes the tainted spiritual energy of this person. Interesting. The seamstress thinks to herself as she begins to draw her hands back out of the shadows before turning to the next one. Her fingertips invade the shadows, performing the same study, witnessing his life and bonds throughout his livelihood, he was different than the other, a significantly shorter lifespan in comparison, but in his own right, powerful. The reiatsu itself was unlike that of a shinigami, it is more akin to that of her kind. The strings of fate this one contains dwarf that of the one initially inspected. She will need far more time with these particular two.

"Oh, Hansha! What a wonderful gift you've brought me! Please, store them away safely, until I have more time on my hands."

While she wishes to have more time to study these, they have become valuable assets to her and now must have them protected, kept safe and away from any prying eyes until she can return to them. Now, they begin mobilizing to acquire the destroyed plots of land to rebuild them and raise the city from perdition.
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DioNaraka

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The Fifth Division

In multiple locations around Naruki City Senkaimon begin to appear, from the outskirts to the innermost part of the city. The Shinigami who leave these Senkaimon move with a purpose, taking note of the energies in the city, preparing themselves for combat should danger swing their way. One hundred Shinigami flood Naruki, performing Konso on the many souls that have been lost on this day along with restoring the buildings that could be restored. This level of damage is the exact reason why a fake Karakura Town was constructed all those centuries ago. No one had the foresight to imagine something like this happening so spontaneously to prepare the proper countermeasures. That aside, the Kikanshinki were all aligned to replace the memory of the humans with that of a natural disaster that took place. This is a scene like nothing these Shinigami had ever witnessed or experienced before, as focused as they were on their tasks the bafflement of it all was impossible to ignore. Then, looming in the distance, was a tower and a few other select buildings encased in darkness, possibly the work of a Fullbringer trying to save lives? From the outside looking in it certainly seems that way.

On the outskirts Barriers were put in place to keep incoming from coming in and outgoing traffic from going out. The humans who approach the barrier would subconsciously slow down and come to a stop and shortly after another team of Shinigami would move to render them unconscious and replace their memories. The one hundred years they spent becoming quick response warriors is paying off and is shown in how efficiently they are working together and resolving the situation. It will still take some hours for this initial process to finish and still some days before it can all be considered done. And without a single idle hand in sight they might just be ahead of that curve entirely.
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Hyouzoku

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The Final Stand

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

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The cackling sounds of the Inner Hollow filled the entirety of Hirameku-Hitouchi’s realm. It was a only a matter of time, before Shizuka gave in. Realized he was nothing but an inferior soul, a copy, all in all, a total failure of a Shinigami. There was nothing he could do to stop this force beyond his own comprehension.


Or so the Inner Hollow wanted to think….


Being an incarnation of the worst qualities Shizuka had. These blatant thoughts of his own, were only thoughts that came from the man he was possessing himself. Stored deep within the back of his mind. So why…. Why was Shizuka fighting back? Why was he trying his best to regain control, when he knows it’s futile? It was perplexing to the Inner Hollow, when taken into a deeper account, but sadly with the ensuing battle raging. Shizuka and his Zanpakuto working together, to reach the cusp of victory. The only words and thoughts that would be exchanged. Would be mettle of two opposing forces clashing, for superiority…




On the outside, the same could be said for the valiant Shinigami that occupied Naruki City. Though there was loss throughout the entire World of the Living. If it hadn’t been for the courageous efforts of multiple shinigami. The devastation they face now would only pale in comparison, to an outcome where there were no protectors. Now it was up to them once again to quell one more threat, and it was going to take everything to end this once and for all…..


Evident in Justin Taimu’s assault, the Watchman’s fullbring was calculated and precise. Designating the Hollowfied Shizuka even as a ally through these confusing times. Sparing his life as he attempted to break through his hollow mask. Sadly, what the Fullbring did not account for, was something that was out of the question. Something violent and sporadic, similar to the creature itself. The reason for it’s sudden “deactivation” was no build up of it’s own reiryoku to bolsters it’s defense. The Hierro served it’s purpose for that very reason. No…. This technique was different. It required a catalyst for it’s activation, something to get it started. Something that the Watchman accomplished, when his spear made contact with the mask of the Vice-Captain. The force ever so strong, accurate and precise. Still failed to cut it’s foe. Regardless of his failure he would immediately follow up with a kick to the mask, stronger than he could possibly muster on his own. Possibly using power from another source he had not known about. While this power was also extreme in all of it’s glory, the hollowfied Shizuka did not budge one bit. The navy blue markings on his chest though, moving with each hit, told a different story. As it still moved, as if a bar was being filled up. With each hit from Justin Taimu, being the catalyst. The Watchman didn’t know or even realize, his attacks were actually the reason for this event to be so cataclysmic. His physical power far exceeding the normal means, was MORE than enough to cause the attack to swell to this extent. The Hollowfied creature converting the Fullbringer’s kinetic energy into his own power. Forming a special version of the Cero technique, whose size was encapsulating the entire sky itself. Even though the more concerning factor would be that the creature is using abilities that are beyond the scope of his vessel, and even more so his Zanpakuto. This would in turn allow everyone in Naruki to analyze momentarily, amidst the chaos, and realize. That this being didn’t hold a Zanpakuto at all.


Shizuka’s Bankai being spiralled out of existence, left the Zanpakuto only being a hilt with barely any blade left, scattered within the rubble of the city. What they were witnessing now was just the innate power of the vessel itself. Using abilities Shizuka, could never muster as normal shinigami. This Hollow was tapping into a well of potential that had yet to be sought out, and was bringing out it’s destructive prowess in full. Still even with this knowledge, this wouldn’t deter the protectors one bit. After realizing his mistakes, the Fullbring temporarily disappears away. Seemingly running away from the eventuality that plans to annihilate Naruki City.


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Nibui Ueki’s bravery and confidence knew no bounds. In the face of an attack so overwhelming, corroding the atmosphere around him. The spiritual phenom, stood tall. Watching as the voracious black strands of reiatsu passed by his pristine white hair. He knew if it came down to it, he’d pull out all of the stops to subdue this foe. But his sense of allegiance, his sense of loyalty to the Gotei would not allow him to annihilate his foe without at least calling out their name was once more in an attempt at recollection.

"Lieutenant Hyouzoku!"


His deafening roar piercing the destructive veil that was the Cero-cloaked being. While the beast did not respond in anyway shape or form. It was heard….


Hiroka’s attempt at subduing the creature took a different approach. Being faced with a calamitous attack such as this one, brought zero fear once again to the brave 11th Division warrior. With the ultimate might of his shikai, he wraps his power around into a ball. Specifically tailor made to withstand the full strength of his own innate ability, and the natural behemoth physicality of Hiroka himself. He then launched the ball high into the sky from the building he stood upon. Reaching past the heavens and into the mesosphere where the battle was ensuing. While Hiroka’s aim was accurate and he was capable of seeing literal miles high into the sky. The frame of the Vasto was not something that could be seen visually, for he was covered by an entire black mass that clouded his physical appearance completely. Still though, the ball would make it’s way to this sphere. Traveling at unheard of speeds. Until the point where it finally made contact with this mass, to which it then collides momentarily. Trying it’s hardest to pierce through the ridiculous mass of reiryoku, until it found itself completely engulfed. Erased from existence completely, only serving as a nutrient for this all encompassing mass. He would see the effects of his “failure” manifest in the increase in size of this Cero.

With the Hero gone, and the Shinigami struggling at an attempt to stop this creature. All hope was lost.




Fight Back

“You haven’t had enough huh?”

“We’ll have enough when you’re defeated”


“We’ll have enough when you’re defeated”




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The water within the inner world… evaporated completely. The land ravaged completely into a makeshift desert of their battle. The Shinigami and the Zanpakuto begin to make their final stand. Shizuka bleeding profusely, skin charred beyond belief from the violent assault of his own spiritual power. He was standing on his last legs, and he needed to find a way to victory. Though still on confusing terms with his Zanpakuto. The shattered and broken being, locked from his superior Bankai transformation. Entrusted this final gambit to his owner, the being who he constantly looked at as if he was beneath him. He was the key to saving their souls, and the spirit wasn’t stubborn enough to deny this. It sparked a momentary change within the spirit itself. Maybe he had been looking at the Vice-Captain through a different lens. Maybe, it was he who needed to change, and not Shizuka himself. His polar opposite standing across from them, giving the two more trouble than they could deal with. Maybe it was he, who was also worthless without Shizuka. This spurned the spirit, and without hesitation, in complete synchronization. As Shizuka charged in, Hirameku-Hitouchi manifested itself in it’s shikai’s bladed form and fell into the palm of his owner. The Inner Hollow, stood there exhausted in his own right, but still in the back of it’s thoughts.


Perplexed

SHING


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“Pointless”

As the Inner Hollow stared at the Shikai of Hirameku-Hitouchi stabbing him through the gut. He began to fade from the realm entirely. His manifestation leaving the confines of Shizuka’s mind he simply takes another glance at the Vice-Captain.

“One day, this will be all mines…. HAHAHAHAHA”


Beaten and battered, Shizuka stood within the confines of his own inner world. Distraught and defeated mentally. What he had endured had almost felt like an eternity. The amount of trauma and stress that layed within the depths of his mind, had become realized in the form of a monster. The cost of his sanity, confidence, and the relationship of his Zanpakuto. All destroyed by a reckless invader. The Raiken looked at his Zanpakuto once more, looking for confirmation of a reasonable future. All he could feel was the awkward stare back into his own soul. Shizuka didn’t know what was in store for them, but with today’s threat averted. He layed those thoughts to rest as he began to….. come back

Revival


Just as the dust settles within the inner world of Shizuka, his outside world parallels. The overlying master of time altering events.

The Watchman himself


would always try to find a future in which he could function in. Just as Shizuka was about to burst, Justin Taimu makes his timely reappearance once again. The fullbring instantly delegating the weakness in this Cero, teleported directly into the epicenter of the attack. While his armor was impervious to the effects of Shizuka’s enhanced reiatsu. This version of a Cero was a different phenomenon entirely. Which required a being to strike perfectly, at the right place at the right time. While simultaneously getting in and out instantly. A job only suited for one individual.



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In moment he struck, was the same moment he vanished. As the cracked mask fell into pieces, the Cero began to burst about wildly. Raging and rampaging until, it suddenly dispersed. Normally, in this state, something this trivial wouldn’t have affected the hollowfied Vice-Captain. The mask would’ve reattached itself immediately and he would’ve continued his onslaught. Unbeknownst to the heroes who participated in Naruki City, there were several factors for this. Justin’s initial physical assault was the catalyst for overloading the Cero initially. The call from Shizuka’s allies in 10th Division as he stayed in his nightmarish slumber. Served as a spiritual tether for Shizuka back into the real world. The efforts of 11th Division, Nibui’s loud outburst serving as a distraction. While Hiroka’s Shikai at it’s full power served to created a space in the mass of reiryoku, while it was thought to be engulfed. This created a small opening, for Justin Taimu, to envelop a space that was previously occupied by the Cero itself. To deliver one…. final….blow.


While it was unconventional, at the end of the day, Naruki City was spared once again. As the pieces of Shizuka’s mask fragment turned into dust. The rest of his hollow adornments stayed onto his body, almost permanently latched to him. While his eyes held no signs of consciousness in them. It took all but a second for his black sclera to become covered with the lids of eyes, and for his body to fall straight down. Landing directly onto the hands of his 10th Division comrades who stood there fighting for his survival and their own.


While heavily littered with loss, the Shinigami’s can be satisfied with this outcome.

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Gin

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Nine months ago.




A cinematic scene, as if the entire world had slowed just in this moment as all present lay eyes on the falling lieutenant after the monstrous mask that covered his face finally vanished, and with it, the blackened sclera that overtook his eyes. Sango, while initially flabbergasted at the scene she had arrived to, was no longer hindered, and quickly jumped, dissipating the defensive barrier of elastic air around them to immediately catch the unconscious man in her arms before he plummeted to the earth. A reishi plate at her feet supports her midair as she turns towards Kaisou, for him to examine and treat, while for once in her life, Sango is cautious not to move or stir too much to prevent damage on the valiant lieutenant.

"...Hyouzoku-Fukutaichō..."

In all her years, she had never seen the lieutenant in such a pitiful state, she was sad, angr— furious, at these occurrences, and vowed to repay those responsible for this. He, who stood so proudly and unwavering in the face of danger and adversity, had been tainted by the monstrosities of Hueco Mundo, leaving him without the ultimate strength of a shinigami. Not only that, but in preparation to this merciless onslaught, Tosu too had ingested something that would soon do more harm than good. Luckily with everyone else's help in the area, the small unit could withdraw and tend to the two before anything worsened.
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Several months later; Days after the incident in the world of the living.




With the city of Naruki settling down, aside from the stray hollows from time to time, Sango took her post in the world of the living, spending more time there, than in Soul Society as her new post required her to remain and keep surveillance. Her skills remained in top top shape as she often encountered monsters needing to be stopped from consuming pluses, a vast majority recently transformed hollows who'd lost their chain of fate, or new arrivals from Hueco Mundo that only just discovered the abundancy of souls ready for picking.


Sango had little contact with those in her squad as they trained day in an day out, occasionally traveling out for missions when backup was required, but with her and Hashidearu around able to keep things stable, hardly any reinforcements were required in their time there. The two partner up, going throughout the city helping the pluses transition from the world of the living to soul society, with Hashidearu more often than not becoming the intermediary as Sango's large stature and overbearing demeanor often intimidated the anxious souls. This seldom caused the woman's cheery disposition to waver, as it simply rolled off her shoulders and she carried on with her duties, or her lollygagging.

With her spending more time in the world of the living, Sango had more chances to explore the day to day life of the humans, acting and attempting to integrate as one of their own with the help of a gigai, courtesy of 12th division.

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Fascinated by their technology and the vending machines, she spent much of her pocket change on these contraptions, more often than not on a machine specifically designed to dispense pizzas made to each custom order, or those with soda pop. There was a single thing she vowed to never drink again, a strange concoction she never tried before. Aromatic, dark, and bitter, this liquid drastically accelerated her heartbeat and gave her an insane jolt of energy, something the already lively Sango never lacked. For once, she had a do not consume list, the only thing on the list: Coffee.

As for the fullbingers in her jurisdiction, they remained quiet, or rather still, hardly making movements that would garner any sort of intervention from her, as if they had no interest with their affairs. Could they perhaps be planning something? She could not approach and ask, her mission was only to observe and report, despite most of them continuing life as normal.
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Present day.



Starting the day early, a couple hours before the rise of the sun, Sango awakens and quickly readies herself for her daily training, swimming against the current of the river to train many of the muscles in her body. As if a game, once she arrives to the edge of the city, she simply lets her self float downstream, admiring the sky, then swims upstream once again. She repeats this until her companion, Hashidearu begins her patrol of the city, by which this time, Sango has swam the length of Naruki city fifteen times over.

Once dressed, the giantess joins the dainty girl, accompanying her from rooftop to rooftop, looking for anything that would require their immediate attention. As if in unison, Dearu's phone goes off, while Sango's on watch alerts her of an incoming message, but the sensation is lost as she jumps from building to building, the slight vibration too soft to draw her attention from her partner.

"Captain!"

"W- Kanojo-sa—!!"


Sango had reached out to her as she plummeted and faceplanted against a building after missing her landing, slightly flustered by the exclamation and the clumsiness of her friend. Captain? She squids to a stop on the building with the imprint of Hashidearu's face on the side, now taking the time to gander at her watch, a new notification on display from the recently appointed Lieutenant of 10th division.

"Captain Hyouzoku is expected back today, all members are to report back to the division for his arrival."

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"OOOOOOHHHH!!!! WHAT A JOYOUS OCCASSION!!!"

She throws her arms in the air, pumping them with excitement as the news oh his return fill her with glee. While it had not been as much time for Sango who has been continuously residing in the world of the living, for those in soul society, the time displacement has been a vast difference of months, to her matter of weeks. She had heard from her Hashidearu about his success with the captain's exam.

"Kanojo-sama! You must go on ahead! I will assist you later on once I am able to join you!!!"

She urges Dearu ahead, knowing of her tasty treats which she often taste tests and enjoys, there was no doubt in her mind millions of ideas are going through he smaller girl's mind of what to create for this special gathering, until then, Sango has to stills her excitement and continues surveilling the city while the Fourth Seat disappears to turn her ideas into reality.

From here, Sango slips into her Gigai, to walk through the city, a beaming smile of happiness spread across her face as she looks forward to her return to the sereitei and her reunion with the lieutenant turned captain. Her eyes scan from outside the windows of shops for a small offering to present, unsure of what to get for the man who'd been busy for so long. Hashidearu already had the snacks covered, no doubt there would a buffet of assortments to pick from, so buying a treat here would simply blend into the array of delicacies prepared by their star pastry chef. She continues window shopping, until she stumbles upon a small stand of charms. Her large fingers carefully lift a small silver charm that glistens in the sunlight, bringing it closer to her face for inspection. Gesturing to the stall owner she would take this one, she drops the coins in the elderly lady's hand, bowing politely in gratitude as the woman stares at her in awe of the soul reaper's unnatural size, while she boxes up the charm and hands it back.

Some time later, a pair of unseated shinigami from 10th division arrive, relieving Sango of her post in the world of the living, allowing her to finally return to the world of the living. She wastes no time separating her soul from the gigai after ingesting a small bead containing a mod soul, charging it to continue surveillance, while the other shinigami do patrols and handle any hollows that appear in the area. Sango takes the small giftbox and heads back to the the soul society after her prolonged stay in the world of the living.
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World of the Living; Naruki → Soul Society; Southwest Seireitei, 10th Division Baracks​
 
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