[BSD-RP] Human World: Naruki City

[Shinigami]

For most a normal day means waking at an early hour and heading to their job, one that follows the same daily patterns, one that leaves each day mirroring the last. An ordinary job like that once was the only choice but now there are possibilities within what was formerly just hobbies. Yayoi found her livelihood in the sharing of her gaming experiences with thousands of viewers over the internet. Starting as just a release during the final few months of university, this pastime became just as lucrative as an established career of several years. The realm of simply gaming for her audience grew into cosplaying, crafts, and even just simply talking to her fanbase. Supported by sponsors, donations, and a standing partnership with the streaming platform, there wasn't much she had to worry about financially.
"Oh come on! How the hell did that even hit me?!"

Yayoi's frustrated exclamation broke the silence born from her intense focus on what she was playing. The game of the day was the newly released Overseers 2 that sat on the top of the Tweak's Gaming Category. Her stream being among the top three most viewed in that group. Her body slumped back in her chair as she let out a long sigh. The big red letters of "Defeat[" faced her from the main monitor of her computer, a loss that came from her hero's death just seconds before. Yayoi rubbed at her face in an attempt to collect herself before looking over to her other screen, observing the chat she could see they were spamming the letter "F" and various emojis in response to that last match. Competitive games sometimes dragged out a bit of aggression from her but never to a level that'd be considered "toxic". Her audience tended to like seeing such a reaction. It was a very human response, not something processed and filtered as many in the public eye display themselves as.
Her eyes glanced at the time before flicking back towards the cam she gave a smile aimed at those on the other side of the device.
"Well it's about that time! Gotta wrap up for today. I won't be around next week, taking some time off. Remember to use the promo code CKirie for your purchases from Stephania. You'll get 15% off your order! Thanks for coming by, see ya in two weeks!"
The end of her sign-off came with the closing of her stream. Yayoi removed her headphones from her head, placing them gently on the rack at her side. She stared blankly at her screen for a moment, zoning out at the wallpaper of her desktop. Although she enjoyed the time within her streams, the quiet of solitude felt ever the sweeter after it'd end. Her eyes glazed over for a moment, basking in the social twilight, savoring the stillness. The calm was broken by the sudden buzzing of her phone.

Choice of Solitude

The clicking notification of her screen being shut-off ended the conversation. Her irregularly colored orbs look off into the distance in thought. It would be nice to end the evening with a pastry and a cup of coffee. Yayoi brought herself to a stand and made her way to get prepared to go out. Dressing in simply a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, she soon took to the streets. A mile walk, a ten-minute train ride, and a few city blocks later, she arrived at her destination. Taking in the freshly constructed sign and an incredibly modern design of the establishment. The female breached the doorway and requested a table, one that she had to wait for a vacancy. Scents of sweets and coffee waltz through the air, gracing Yayoi with their influence.
Once seated, she scanned the room to appreciate the layout more than she could have from the window. Where the interior choices were very modern, the artwork upon the walls had images that looked as if they were an assortment of photos of Europe. Some looked more recent while others looked to be potentially prior to the most recent World War. Yayoi's optics became fixated on one in particular that broke the theme, instead comprised of a bunch of Japanese businessmen and women. The central of them held a sign with a differently named café. She assumed that it may have been the original restaurant that may have been rebranded to the current one. The approach of a male brought her down to Earth.
"Good evening, Miss. What is it that you'd like?"
The man threw a warm smile her way as he gave a subtle bow to her.
"Uh yeah... Hey. Good evening to you too. I heard you had some kind of grand opening special?"
"That is correct. It consists of a coffee blend of your choice, a serving of Purin, and a freshly made Daifuku."
"I'll go with that. A sweet blonde blend would be great. You can surprise me with the flavoring. And Mame for the Daifuku flavor."
The waiter gave a nod with another bow before walking off to relay her order. She went through her phone whilst waiting, sifting through her personal server for those that follow her stream. An assortment of conversations were being had alongside the posting of many memes and clips from this week's sessions. A few of which made her smirk to herself, loving that she could create a community that liked to just have a good time. The distraction of her browsing the chat group made time pass as if it was but a second since she had spoken to the server. He had arrived with a tray, laying out each of the components of her request before her.

Locking in on the cutely garnished java, she could feel herself gravitating to its call. Raising the cup towards her maw, she gave it a subtle blow before taking in a tiny sip. The drink was light in flavor, touched with a bit of sugar and cinnamon, and complemented by a vanilla undertone. As much as she wanted to completely down her sugary beverage, she wanted to have it to accompany her treats. The trip was already definitely worth it, one that she'd welcome again in the future.
Not often did Yayoi leave the confines of her home given that she worked out of it. She knew this had to change. Dedicating herself solely to her streams and business-related interactions was mentally exhausting, something not alien to the people of this country. For her own mental state, she needed these moments of respite, even if they were as ordinary as this. The lack of personal time brought a bit of guilt to her mind, knowing that she has the luxury of defining her own hours, yet chooses to put her job before all else. Another factor of her guilt was that of her rare involvement with the elimination of Hollows that roamed the streets, a former desire of hers. There was of course others that focused their time on doing so, but there was likely scattered loss by her taking no action. It was certainly time for her to reevaluate her priorities and take more time for extracurricular activities. There was other work that needed to be done.

 

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"If you have time later, I wish to speak t-..."
The enormous double doors shut close simultaneously as the man tries to interject in his own business matters, perhaps not interject, simply address something on his mind, but his words are cut off, and her focus taken by the new inspiration. Still registered as a mental note in her mind, perhaps she will spare some moments to see what he wished to speak about. Perhaps he was looking for a better quality chef's jacket, something resistant to flames.. amongst other things. Though not outright obvious, her golden eyes saw many a detail. And his demeanor was anything but subtle, she'd looked into his past, reading about the unfortunate accident that had taken one of the chef's most prized tool, an arm. Perhaps if their products were available then, such would not have been the case. She doesn't waste her time thinking of those what ifs, now she looks to the future, in her mind calculating his dimensions simple from seeing Tsukune interact with the Quincy guests.
Her following thought is on the staff outside meant to deter any uninvited guests, as the business held in her own personal office is often beyond that of normal or lawful standards. Her serious expression grimaces, the anger... rage prevalent in her fiery eyes. Good help is always terribly difficult to find, but ambitiously desperate fools apply by the thousands. Now new replacements were added to the list of things to do, all due to them simply allowing Tsukune through into the private business transaction. Firing them was not simply enough, not at all.

It's clear by the expression on her face, Stephania isn't exactly listening to everything Hansha is mentioning, hearing and processing only the most important snippets of information... the numbers. The profit. The loss of life is irrelevant to the woman, especially as they played no important role in their operation. Or rather, they had lived out their purpose, and the point needed to be made by the lucrative CEO was certainly received. Her sharp glare locks on him, clearly angered by the inconvenience of having to replace the new secretarial vacancies. Enough so that her eyes glow in response with her temper tantrum.
"Twenty Million... …Fifteen Billion dollar commission... …Forty Million from this commission at most, Ten Million at least."
Finally, the information processed in the back of her mind and the scent of the brewing coffee appeases her silent fury. She didn't particularly care about exact numbers, at all. That's where Hansha comes in. Using his greed, she convinced him to work for her and use his talents for business to raise her brand. She isn't without her own talents, as she has the uncanny instinct to recognize priceless and luxurious items at a mere glance. Able to discern real from fake, no matter how good the imitation appears to be. Many a times the slightest defective detail is enough to show her, though to make it easier on herself, she will occasionally utilize her ability to look into the object itself. It's soul, and its journey; its fate. She could see its life through the very string of fate she alone could grasp, and in such a way, discern countless priceless heirlooms and art pieces from forgeries.
"So how do you seek to turn a profit with that Quincy woman? From what I gather she-"
She quizzically raises an eyebrow, curious as to why he suddenly stopped min sentence. This prompts her to look in the same direction as he, following his gaze, but where he feel the movement of shadows, she felt the buzzing of thousands of strings moving and being disturbed. Some laid out by her, and those mixed in of the guests, unknowingly disturbing these undiscernibly thin threads that alert her to any disturbances. With the Two Quincy guests' suddenly disappearing, she knows exactly what Hansha looks towards.

"Sorry, those Quincy use Shadows to move around and its rather… Unnerving how those shadows are beyond my control and reach. To finish what I was saying, I gather that Ms. Diamante will be a hard customer to sell to."
She gives the slightest wave, shaking her head. After all, she too would be horribly disturbed if someone were to use an ability dreadfully similar to her own. She shudders at the thought and grasps the freshly brewed cup of coffee in her hands, using one to support the bottom, steadying it, while the other holds the dainty handle. She remains silent for a few moments, enjoying the warmth and scent of the coffee as it fills her nostrils. She sips, careful not to burn herself or spill a single drop of her precious elixir. He was correct, the Diamante often kept to themselves, very stingy or rather, selective of their business partners, and to deal with a fullbringer no less, it was unheard of for them. Yet this business partnership benefitts both parties.

"Normally yes, but the scarcity and quality of gems the Diamante Group provides have no equal, not to mention their particular properties. We can quadruple the price, at the very least, of items with a single jewel. As for our end of the bargain, it's quite easy, they want uniforms made out of Nōryoku Nuno, and outfitting them with a two carat jewel will drastically improve their defensive capability. Imagine how much we can charge for larger carat combinations..."

The greedy woman practically drools at the thought of the piles of money the newest partnership will rake in for her company alone. She hadn't even began to calculate the cost of the clothing to be made with the jewel dust she requested from the Heiress. It was a shame her athletic escort was quick to turn down the offer, all the same, the clothes would be delivered to them all the same. In special instances, she will simply gift her clothing, for it's sheer quality and desire for those close to her or close to her business partners to be well... outfitted, regardless of attire. The man would have been a fantastic addition to the models, as such was the young CKirie , also known as Yayoi Tachibana, who'd only just recently accepted sponsorship from the brand, in an effort to fund her stream.
Quick to act, Stephania wasted little time in having her people reach out to the streaming celebrity, not only offering monetary compensation, but also highly durable clothing, and fabrics for all her cosplay needs. Her reach was unique, reaching out to an audience the seamstress had never thought to supply for, but now all that changed, with Tachibana's latest stream, the influx of orders of clothing and ever fabrics floods the company, enough to where certain fabrics sell out. This alerts the woman with a melodic notification, which makes her smile broadly.
"It appears our newest addition is quite popular, I'll have to see her personally. Let's extend an invitation, I'm sure she'll love a tour of the fabric room. "
Setting her empty coffee cup down on her desk, the threads around her arms slowly begin to unravel, then are followed by the threads of her dress, shifting and slithering around her body as they change positions. For once, bearing her arms, displaying her natural skin and her perfectly manicured nails, while her hair becomes picked up in a pony tail by the threads that once covered her arms, while the threads over her bust simply rearrange themselves into a halter-esque top, with a deep V cut, and her back fully exposed down to the small of her back. An outfit change for the woman. How could she not? And it would explain to the other guests her absence. It was time to return to the party, and how could she forget, her caterer had pending business with her. Perhaps it was his pay? That was something he will have to discuss with her soon to be gone secretary.
Again, like she had done so at the start of the show, the woman slips pasts the guests without being noticed, by the use of Bringer Light, making her way toward the chef in the blink of an eye.
"Furaiyori-san, I recall you having some pending business you wished to address?"
She whispers softly from behind, playfully moving out of his line of sight as he turns to see who spoke to him from behind.

 

[Shinigami]

Tsukune was mid-sentence when the slam of the doors interrupted him. He scratched the back of his head worrying about the possibility that he might have upset the fashionista in some way, speaking so friendly to the Quincy… he thought in his mind standing there for a moment, about how much he missed Frederick. He was good company. His sister kept things strictly businesses between her brother's former trades, making it hard for Tsukune to get reacquainted with them. He's also not seen or heard from Avillo in over ten years… and wonders where he could have gone.
"Yoo hoo, Meatball, earth to Meatball.
Kazuki dangled a shrimp cocktail from the party in front of his face, trying to get Tsukune's mind back on track. Tsukune blinked and looked toward his friend and smiled, his usual, nothing is bothering me at all smile. Tsukune wasn't one for telling others what troubled him much anymore. That was one thing he didn't discuss much, not since… the incident.
Mikoto provided Tsukune with the technology to replace the limb he had lost, ten years ago in the fight against the beasts from Hell itself. If it wasn't for Mikoto Tsukune's career and whole life he had built for himself would have went up in smoke, quite literally. He lost his restaurant, but had savings to start a catering business, which led him to the company Miss Stephania owned. He became her guests' favorite chef in no time.
"heh, enticing me with my own food?"
Kazuki would smirk.
"Well it worked didn't it? Don't worry about it… They'll talk to you, even if I don't want them to… Its like them freaky deaky invisible monsters you fight and talk to me about… I don't trust em…"
Tsukune sighed. He didn't really trust his own kind much at all anymore either. They use their powers and those they steal often, for selfish or power hungry reasons.
"I have a feeling, I don't have much time left… okay? I'm getting old, and soon I won't be able to fight them back anymore… I don't want anything to happen to you or Haruka… I have no choice really but to team up and rely on them… especially since… my fire is gone…
Tsukune didn't hear Stephiana, but he did see a hint of green light, as she returned to the civilization she'd shut her doors on.
"Furaiyori-san, I recall you having some pending business you wished to address?"
Tsukune nodded, seeing someone appear like that was getting familiar now, and, he knew it meant she used bringer light. His love Kazuki on the other hand, mumbled something like "what the fuck" under his breath and looked around confused as to how she even did that.
"Ah, Yes, Forgive me Miss Stephiana, I didn't know the Conversation you had with… Miss Blume was private… but yes, there is… something I need to… possibly discuss with you, I suppose a Business proposition of sorts."
He actually doesn't follow her movement with his eyes, instead focuses them ahead, as if waiting for her to stop moving to actually listen.

 

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Hansha sits by, listening to his boss and what he hears is quite fascinating, the level of profit they stand to gain from working with these Quincy is astronomical. There is always profit in war and the Quincy are bound to get into countless fights, they will need repairs, more uniforms, etc, etc. His mind begins racing, thinking of the possibilities of this partnership and his mind quickly reaches a conclusion, cutting loose ends. There is an obvious spark in his eye when he looks back up to Stephania as she continues to speak to him.
"It appears our newest addition is quite popular, I'll have to see her personally. Let's extend an invitation, I'm sure she'll love a tour of the fabric room."
”I shall arrange the tour for her. For now I have work to do.”
He gives a slight bow to her as she changes her outfit and leaves the office via Bringer light. He rotates his head to crack his neck while he takes a drinking glass out of a fridge. He drops three cubes of ice into the glass and fills it with whiskey. As he begins preparing his drink his Reiatsu begins to expand. Slowly but surely it encroaches over the entirety of Naruki City. Those spiritually aware would be able to sense it but not trace it to the source since it would feel as if this person is all around them. No one outside of the Quincy and Stephania herself knows that Hansha is a Fullbringer as he keeps his Reiatsu bottled up, a habit from his youth when his mother kept him hidden away from the world. With his Reiatsu spread out his dominion over shadows increases and with that dominion comes horrifying results.
As he moves to sit down at his desk his plan to tie up loose ends is already underway and he will tie up these loose ends in the most violent way possible. He will oppress them in a way that they shall never return and should there be survivors he will kill them too. Should someone come seeking revenge they too shall be purged until there is no one left who remembers. Working with shady business it is easy to nip things in the bud because not everyone knows the dirty deeds that take place behind closed doors. They are kept secret, even from loved ones this includes the fighting and slaying of Hollows. For some the bud is easier to nip than others but they will be removed regardless.
Oppress and Crush, Until it is Done
At a warehouse used as the base of operations for one of the top Yakuza groups in this part of Japan the boss returns with two less guards than he left with. Everyone is up in arms about what happened, some swearing revenge, others just unnerved by the story and some incredibly impressed by the garbs their boss returned with. While the hysteria takes place a door guard watches from a distance, not sure what to make of everything that was going on. He minds his business for now until hearing a rather heavy knock at the door that gives him quite the jump scare. He turns to the door and opens a small shutter to see who was out there only to see a wisp of blue… Fog? Smoke? Fumes? Before he could determine what it was the door is kicked in sending him and the door into a pillar, sadly, he would not survive this. Surprised by the sound the Yakuza draw their guns and blades only to have their hearts and wills sink into the pits of despair as they stare into the unknown.

These black humanoid masses holding assault rifles stood before them at the doorway, they didn’t know how to respond or act but their boss had a feeling. It was a primal response to past fears, his body knew this sensation as he felt it not too long ago. Before he could open his mouth the entities opened fire on the Yakuza. Everyone scattering to take cover as some were gunned down. The black masses moved with precision, honing in on each Yakuza, two shots to the chest and two to the head, the masses were efficient and conservitave with their shots and ammo. One Yakuza was able to get the jump on one of the Masses, shooting it in the chest with a shotgun, he yelled with excitement about his “kill”. This excitement is drowned out when the barrel of the assault rifle is pressed to his gut then fires a single round through his midsection. The black mass stands to its feet and puts another round into his chest then two into his head before moving onto the others who watched in horror. Seven minutes is all it took to clean out the place from top to bottom, no one could hide, so long as they had a shadow they could not escape this purge. The masses gather up the garbs that were given to the Yakuza boss and take them as they leave, there will be no evidence linking this back to Stephania or her company in any way.
This horror was not only felt by the Yakuza but other shady organizations whose ties needed to be severed for good, one by one they were wiped out. The next target was Kimura Enterprises, owned by Mikoto Kimura. His entire company would not be targeted and wiped out, too many innocent and honest people work for the company and it would be hard to sweep under the rug. However, what will be purged is the more underbelly portion of this company, the ones who know about Mikoto’s vigilante deeds and aid him in them. In his secret development a host of these Black Mass soldiers appear from the shadows, morphing through them as if they were a gateway. They begin to fire, destroying any and all tech they can see and gunning down anyone who happens to be there. Incendiary charges are placed and then a usb stick is used to purge Mikoto’s main computer of all the data he has gathered over the years this infection even reaches into his cloud storage. The explosion from the charges won't be enough to level any building but the resulting fire will destroy his secret workshop. Above in the actual R&D wing of the company three masses enter and gun down the employees followed by setting incendiary charges and before detonating them a usb stick is placed into every computer, formatting the harddrives, purging their files and research. Years of work and research, gone.
Lastly a small unnoticeable tendril creeps up out of the shadow of Kazuki. With the Reiatsu spread out everywhere it would ne impossible to detect it. Seeing it would be difficult as well as the tendril creeps up his pant leg and injects him with something. A fast acting poison that would have the man drop shortly after receiving the injection with his vital signs rapidly dropping. It wont be long before the man passes away suddenly just feet away from Tsukune.
CEO of Slaughter
A drinking glass sits on a desk, the ice shifts inside of it as it slowly melts. Hansha looks out a window down to the Runway area where everyone is congregating and chatting. He looks at them with ire and disdain. However his bloodlust is satiated as each of his targets fall one by one. He recalls each Black Mass Unit, having them return their guns to an unknown storage facility before having them collapse back into shadows. Hansha begins calculating his next step to get rid of Tsukune's niece, he knows where she is at it is just a matter of taking a "Business trip" to go see her. He'll then nip the buds one by one, Mikoto and Tsukune will personally be killed by him along with anyone who tries to stop him or get in his way.
How were other people able to see these black masses though? Well Fullbringers pull on the souls of objects, things that tangible exist in the physical world. These humanoid monsters were made up of such tangible material allowing humans to see and physically interact with them. Though each of the masses were many times stronger than any human, capable of dismantling a Hollow, however, all they possessed was physically increased attributes as extensions of Hansha; they have no powers on their own. This night has been quite enjoyable for the CEO and he hopes for more fun nights to follow. He turns back to his desk, picking up the glass to refill it.

 

[Shinigami]

As Tsukune speaks to Stephiana, Kazuki walks forward, and feels a prick on his leg, and a burning sensation, as he falls to the ground. This prevents Tsukune from being distracted by Stephiana no longer, and goes over to Him. Tsukune glows a pale green and puts his hands over his friend. Poisoned. Kazuki would be alright soon, however. The foods Tsukune had fed everyone had bits of his own reiatsu in it, that would use their spiritual energy and counteract things like this.
"The hell's going on?"
He'd look around then back to Kazuki. He hoped his friend would hang in there, as he looked around the room and to Stephiana. His own Fullbring would activate, the frying pan on his belt behind his back would enlarge and two green orbs would appear above his head. Some of the food he prepared would come to life, the shrimp cocktail Kazuki had in his hand prior and teasing Tsukune which had awoken itself through the power of Tsukune's fullbring. The soul of the little creature, former food, seemed to have come back from the dead, but the shrimp did nothing but crawl in a circle on the floor next to Tsukune and Kazuki, as Tsukune worked on resuscitating his friend.