[BSD-RP] Human World: Naruki City

[Shinigami]

From the sky, Izanagi watched his orb try to eat away the bones that protect its creator and capture him before Galia pulled any more slick moves. Nothing prevented the bones from breaking down, no matter the durability of this cartilage and how strong it was to be. It wasn't going to stop the power of Jūryoku. Even as Captain Oda, who completely demolished the defense with ease and should have been the Arrancar. But once making the orb disappear from existence, the arrancar, Galia no longer in the same position. Did he go into hiding? Is he beneath the ground?
Galia indeed went into hiding, but it was no longer in the World of the Living. The arrancar who caused the most destruction to the city killed many people, including many patrols of division 10. Galia tried so hard to kill him, hiding most of the time, attacking from blind spots, and assault from his hiding places with his bones. And now he decides to run? Unfortunately, he managed to give them the slip. That didn't sit well with Izanagi, but it also seems like it didn't sit well with the Captain.
” Hadō #88. Hiryū Gekizoku Shinten Raihō!!”(飛竜撃賊震天雷炮, Flying Dragon-Striking Heaven-Shaking Thunder Cannon; Viz “Dragon Strike Heaven-Shaking Lightning Cannon”)
Izanagi heard the Captain voice roared while the kido activated about reciting its spell name. In which, it grew dark for a moment while the overwhelmingly blazing blue light lit up the city as he fired this kido. A kido that Izanagi has never seen before. Even airborne, the purple-haired shinigami could feel the magnitude of this kido. The air vibrated as a reaction from the Captain's kido, sending it through the hole known as the garganta. It showed that he was doing everything he could to ensure that arrancar did not live to tell the tale. His sole purpose was to make sure that no one survives when they encounter him, and yet, there was no telling if the arrancar made it or not. The thought of the Captain killing the arrancar brought disappointment to Izanagi.
" Kiyoshi, contact the Gotei Thirteen, tell them we need a clean-up and repair team here in Naruki City. The humans have already been secured and had their memories erased. After you contact them, I want you and the shinigami here, who are unoccupied, to perform Konso on the humans who lost their lives today. That is all."
Captain Oda laid out the orders for Izanagi to follow as part of the protocol. So many lives have been lost, and it would be ashamed if they were left unattended for hollows to feed on if the shinigami failed to do their job.
"Ah. Sure Captain Oda."
Izanagi couldn't say much to him. After the display he put on, it wasn't easy to process how much power he possesses. It is remarkable beyond belief. One would have seen Captain Oda in action even to have the slightest clue to know the power he has. The same man that took out a member of the Kuchiki at the manor all that time ago. Is all the Captain in the Gotei 13 this powerful? What was his secret? How did he acquire this power? Izanagi's right hand steadily shook out of fear, yet he grinned. His eyes showed the desire—the craving for the same capacity this Captain possessed.

Still, Izanagi located one person in particular while making his way to where they lay. Izanagi and his mentor had shared no words, for the spears were impaled all over their body. He couldn't even speak, for the throat was also hindered by these same spikes. This injury was Galia's doing. This shinigami was far from recovering and certainly wasn't going to make it and hovering over his body. At the same time, he manages to lift an arm with a fist raised towards Izanagi. The bottom of his feet slowly began to break down into spirit particles, and Izanagi's fist would collide with his and kept it there until he was no longer present.
"Goodbye........Old Man."

Izanagi spoken in a low tone while his arm drops down to his side, eyes shrouded in a dark shade; there was no telling what he was looking at right now. Though it seems he continues to stare at the body that was no longer there. No tears, Izanagi made not a single sound. The purple-haired shinigami didn't ball his fist, but his appetite for that arrancar increased dramatically. No longer disappointed as the voices in his head screamed.
"He's alive!"
There is no visible proof, but deep down, the demonic instinct could feel their presence. Moreover, the shinigami's insatiable hunger for the arrancar blood tells him that Galia's is alive. Such a sensation caused Izanagi's mouth to go into a full grin, filled with evil intent for what's to come if he runs into that arrancar once again. The true face of Izanagi Kiyoshi has risen just for this moment, and the Sleeping Demon was no longer sleeping.
"You bet not die, arrancar. Because the next time I see you. I will have your head! I will drink your blood from your bones! You will die by my hands! And my hands only!"

 

[Shinigami]

“Te arrastraré al infierno conmigo.” (I’ll take you to Hell with me.)
Nicolas’s voice comes up behind Ryuga in an instant. Having gone through one of the many little gates of descorrer, the single gate that sat behind the tenth division shinigami pried open his bare, black maw with Nicolas residing within it. Fierce and quick hands grasp at the shinigami’s robes and drag him into the depths of the dark, where his body and soul no longer reside in Naruki City.
Instead, the two fall deep into the vast darkness, fighting each other tooth and nail for victory, however, the gravity of a gate parts them, as Nicolas falls, the searing heat of Hell beneath him, and above him, his mortal enemy disappears and recedes into the darkness only to be consumed by a bright light. Where that morsel went, not even his own kind would be able to find him.
Glancing down behind him, Nicolas makes no attempt to escape as the chains of Hell shoot out and come to take a grasp at each of his limbs, burning and searing into the fabric of his clothes down to the flesh of his skin. Pain embodies him, yet he makes no sound as the gates close before him, and Nicolas finds himself to become a resident of Hell…
...for the time being.

 

[Shinigami]

護廷十三隊
Ten Years Later

 

[Shinigami]

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♪♫♪

It is chaos. Mayhem. Backstage, people buzz around frantically making final preparations for each model dressed in the finest clothing as they prepare to strut down the runway before an international audience of designers, high society, critics, and even reporters. The whole world lay in wait; in anticipation for the reveal of the newest fashion trends designed by the company's Creative Director. Not a single public appearance has been made by the woman, in fact, before today, she had not set foot in this town. Not even during the acquisitions of the properties for the land where her company is built. In fact, the entirety of what she classifies as useless paperwork, is better handled by the chief executive officer of the company.
"Is everyone ready?! We're on in in THREE... TWO... one..."
The director begins loudly, preparing the rest of the staff and models, queueing them with not only her words, but gesturing with her fingers, trailing off to only mouth "Go, go go" to the young model at the threshold, who then steps forward. She has no time to think, no time to hesitate. Now she walks, one foot in front of the other. All eyes are drawn to the perfectly tailored red gown. The spotlight is on her, causing adrenaline to shoot through her as she continues walking forward, until she reaches the end of the runway. Here, she strikes what will eventually become her signature pose. Flashes of light strobe wildly in the room, picture after picture taken by the paparazzi to write up their columns for the next morning's paper.

Now, the next model begins her very own trek to the spotlight before the world. She is no less nervous than the initiator of this grand event, but she's determined to make it through, without incident. And with that, one after another, each model takes the stage, completely synchronized. The music blasts loudly from the speakers in the hall, and the resonating vibrations throughout the audience, the excitement and awe in their faces is obvious with each new piece that is presented to them.
No detail went unchecked for this show, from the manicured fingernails and toenails, to perfectly styling the hair of each model so that not a single strand of hair was out of place. As meticulous as the very clothing that adorns their bodies, carefully measured, cut, and precisely stitched. It feels to each model as if it is a part of them. Each outfits, no matter how intricate or lavish it is... something is different about them. Everyone can feel it, but can't explain it. Is it perhaps the fabric type? Maybe the fabric softener that was used? Perhaps they could have thought more on it if their minds were free from the excitement of the label's debut.

Behind the scenes, from public eyes, the mayhem continues, seamstresses and stylist putting final touches on the outfits before the models walk out after their changes to their second outfits of the night. The director of the fashion show maintains the flow of this event like the true professional that she is. Several reporters with exclusive access loiter about, taking pictures and doing interviews, asking about the designer behind everything. But the models and seamstresses offer little help, some have never met her, other's have never even seen her. Her fame was undisputed overseas, but this was the first time she was in this town.
Away from the masses, the mastermind behind this fashion show is on a completely different floor. She has been waiting patiently for everything to come to the finale, watching the progress on a large, wall-mounted monitor. She leans against the edge of her desk, her feet still planted firmly on the ground as her golden eyes continue watching. In her gloved hands, she holds a small, ornate tea cup filled with coffee. An espresso. It's aroma fills her nostrils, and she briefly closes her eyes to bask in the delightful aroma of the freshly brewed cup. The fruits of her labor are finally coming to fruition. Everything is going according to plan, no mistakes, no errors, no types of mishaps. She can hear the symphony of heels on the runway from the screen, not a single step out of sync, keeping the tempo with the music curated for the show.

The time for her to make her debut in public is upon her, but rushing the experience that is this decadent espresso, was simply out of the question. She savors each sip, like a sommelier tasting a rare vintage wine. It's bitter, but the hints of sweetener are enough to soften the strong flavor against her delicate palate. But of course, he is a master of his craft, she expects no less from her personal barista. She takes the final sip, smiling as she sets the cup on the coaster beside her.
There's a soft knock at her door, signaling for her to make her way down, but the fiery red haired woman doesn't budge. She clearly isn't worried about the distance between where she is and where she needs to be. Instead, she makes her way over to the wall-lengthed mirror. Here, she admires her own clothes and appearance. She grasps the edges of the cups of her burgundy strapless dress, adjusting it slightly. She combs her fingers through her crimson locks, ensuring the volume is to her liking. From her vanity, she takes a maroon lipstick and applies a thin new layer, replacing the one lost after her coffee.
There's a second knock on her door, which is followed by an immediate crash of a ceramic item against the closed door, startling the assistant on the outside. The same ceramic tea cup that once sat on her desk, inexplicably lay shattered in a thousand pieces at the door. She hadn't moved an inch from the mirror to throw the cup, it was impossible for her to have thrown it. And yet, it wasn't. There wasn't a need for her to move, when she saw everything she needed to from the mirror, and with her own fullbring abilities to manipulate threads, a single string from her left glove inconspicuously wrapped itself around the handle, only to hurl it at the door, deterring the assistants.
Now, like she weaves each thread, she just as easily manipulates the very essence of the wind. Her movement is swift, much faster than the humanly eye can perceive, and she speeds past the assistants at her door, who tremble as they hesitate to knock a third time.
♪♫♪
The lights dim until they go off entirely, then the music cuts off, causing confusion between the guests. But this is all planned, carefully coordinated to get the greatest response from the audience. And suddenly, the music begins once again, shifting the energy of the room, each and every person present like puppets on a string, their focus so easily shifted from one thing to another. The spotlights illuminate the center of the runway in preparation for the seamstress to step out on stage. Her small journey takes little time, and she bypasses everyone, almost as if she is able to teleport, and she appears right at the threshold.
"May I present to you, our company's namesake, Miss Stephania!"
Perfectly timed, she steps out to the spotlight, the flashing lights flickering wildly one after the other endlessly as they photograph her for the first time in Naruki. She basks in the attention and strikes several poses, before taking a microphone in hand.
"Thank you everyone, for helping make this happen."
Stephania expresses her gratitude, but this is nothing but a farce, as she doesn't mean a single word. She doesn't see the people here as equals in the slightest, but she has appearances to keep for the sake of her ambitions and desires. Now, she must play the part of the philanthropic business owner.

 

[Shinigami]

It was hard to believe it had been Ten years since the events of the Togabito and the Arrancar attack on Naruki. Tsukune's restaurant had all been destroyed, and he'd learned from Mikoto that Frederick and Avillo had both died in the resulting clashes. During the ten years, Tsukune was lying low on the spiritual radar, losing an arm and his powers takes a lot of time to recover from. He underwent several massive surgeries to gain a prosthetic arm of Mikoto's invention, and went under so many training exercises to make himself more prepared; between juggling his career and this, Tsukune had little time for anything else.
During those ten long years, however, he watched Kazuki's Niece Haruka, who was Eleven at the time, blossom into a beautiful young woman, and move away to college. Kazuki had more time in his life and managed to help keep Tsukune feeling as though there was a little bit of normal in his life. Tsukune wouldn't know what he'd do without his best friend… the love of his life. Yes, finally, Tsukune had the courage to talk to Kazuki about their relationship.
Today, a fashion show had asked for a full catering service from Tsukune and his crew, which were now the top in the country. Kazuki gently set things out as Tsukune monitored everyone and looked out at the models walking down the strip. Kazuki put a hand on Tsukune's shoulder, and Tsukune touched it gently, giving the man a small smile. It was the first time in a while Tsukune came out into the public, considering all that happened. The first thing the press started asking him about was his metal arm.
"Firaiyori-san, your fans would like to know what happened to your arm?"
Tsukune tried to ignore the pesky questions not really wanting to talk about what happened, but figured it was a good idea to let people know.
"I lost it during the chaos ten years ago, but between good friends, and a looot of practice and rehabilitation, I managed to rise back to the top! I may be older than some of the latest top chefs, but i'm not letting anything slow me down yet."
He said with a smile and a wink. He looked to the Fashion show line and tried changing the subject back to them, due to it being their show.
"Enough about me, let's give a round of applause to Ms.Stephania and her wonderful Models and outfits!!"
He returned to his food, which for the models were all completely prepared fat and sugar-free, all with the healthiest of ingredients, and fresh too. Tsukune spares no expense for anyone looking for a good meal. His food was perfect for the show, extremely low calories, and it tasted so good.