[BSD-RP] Precipice World

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NOTICE!
You may click one of the pictures to take you to the designated World you are traveling to. Be advised the Soul Society location is subject to change at any given moment without warning, and you may be pursued by a Kototsu to be NPC'ed by a MOD if traveling this way. If caught you will be forced to go wherever they so choose for you.

 

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Boldy taking steps,striding in confidence, the young shinigami crossed over the threshold of the blinding white light of the Senkaimon, his vision heavily obscured until the crossing had been completed. With his eyes squinting upon entry, and a successful passing over the border, the man released the tension present in his face as he actively took into account the visual surroundings of the area. The walls had been embedded with pronged forks and successfully brought to a halt by the members of the present Kido corps whom had been actively channeling their reiatsu into the walls. As a result, the once purple like flesh like material reminiscent of plagued and aging flesh, had now taken the appearance of nothing more than hardened purple hued stone as the stacked layers of time for once had ceased and remained controlled – despite how brief it would be in such a state.
The objective of his mission of course was to find any evidence of potential tampering that could have potentially led to the recent happenings in the past pertaining to the Kototsu. But surely an individual or entitiy, whatever it had been, that had been able to even perform such an action was surely beyond the means of the average individual. And even with that mindset, someone powerful and sly enough to enter while escaping the gaze of any individual or technological monitoring over the area, would certainly not lack in covering their own tracks. His mind was racing, myriads of thoughts and potential scenarios running through his head in only a matter of seconds. Everything in his field of vision slowed significantly to a near halt allowing him to thoroughly scan every aspect with unnatural fastidious detailing. Setting his senses adrift, the man began pacing forward, ready to react to any and everything which could potentially be thrown his way.
Although admittedly...something hadn't been sitting right with this entire scenario, certainly the individual(s) involved with this tampering, would more than likely have to have some inside assistance or extensive planning involved with carrying out their previous plan. But for what purpose had it been done? A distraction perhaps, but for what purpose? And even if such had been the case, certainly there were far more inconspicuous and effective ways of carrying one out. Perhaps then, to cause discord and sow in tension among those within the Seireitei? Certainly creating a situation that would eliminate total trust amongst the divisions and causing them to turn on each other would prove more than effective, and it certainly wouldn't be the first time something as such had occurred.
Unable to make heads or tails of the situation, the dreadhead continued his stride, his senses remaining attune to the environment around him as he searched thoroughly for any lingering spiritual pressure or notable abnormalities present despite how minor they may seem. In situations such as this, any information is good information, and certainly the beginning of a means to an end regarding coming to an accurate conclusion of just what the hell was going on.

 

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Emptiness
That is all that can be found by Eizoku, newly appointed Third Seat of the Fifth Division, as he enters the Dangai. With the The Kōryū (拘流, Wresting Flow; Viz "Restrictive Current") subdued by Kaikyō Kotei (界境固定, Realm Boundary Fixation; Viz "Boundary Fixation"), the flesh-like tar is indeed rendered into a dark stone, echoing Eizoku’s footsteps as he paces forth, plunging himself into the unknown.
Searching for anomalies along the endless corridor, Eizoku instead only perceives a deep and endless darkness. Projecting his senses out to scan the blackened walls of the Dangai, he has no luck in locating any evidence of tampering. Instead, it is as though he is in a sensory deprivation tank, incapable of perceiving anything beyond the perimeters of the Kaikyō Kotei. Likely, this is due to the time-distorting properties of the Dangai, which have only been temporarily halted within the radius of the Shinigami. Despite this, it would seem that the Third Seat is still capable of hearing, as up ahead, faintly penetrating through the veil of darkness, he hears an eerie…
“Geh….heh....heh…”
Ahead, a faint voice moves deeper into the darkness, as though beckoning Eizoku to pursue it. Though barely audible, it is distinct in tone. Guttural, the voice sounds like it is being choked from the throat of an animal, rather than being the laughter of a man. This is further added to by the tearing sounds of flesh being devoured, the grading noise of chewing teeth schlopping against a moistened tongue, and the gurgling of a swallowing throat. Each of these sounds repeats, echoing through the chamber, becoming more clearly the noises of a carnivorous creature consuming some corpse.
SCHLOP
Just as Eizoku is about to penetrate through the veil of darkness and reveal the source of the animalistic noises, his footing seems to fail. His foot falls not upon the blackened stone of the subdued Dangai, but the tar-like flesh of the living Wrestling Flow, causing him to firmly implant himself into the time-current that runs throughout the Dangai. Should he not move, he would be completely swallowed, his body displaced throughout time. However, simply removing his foot from the fleshy-floor would not be possible, its grip upon him holding firm. So entranced with the noises ahead of him, his senses so attuned for anomalies, it is likely only now that Eizoku might realize: Besides the beckoning sound of laughter, there was no sound in the Precipice World at all. Not the shuffling of feet, aside from Eizoku’s own, nor even...the rattling of chains.
Behind Eizoku, the accompanying members of Fifth Division’s Kido Corps, no longer exist. There is no sign of violence, no blood or broken blades. Further, it would seem that their disappearance was recent. Should Eizoku turn to confirm the fate of his comrades, he would see the final evidence of their presence disappear. The last few chain links of their forked blades are sucked into the time-current, slurped up like noodles into the flesh-tar walls. Had their Reiatsu depleted? Or had something tampered with their tuning forks? Were they murdered, taken alive, or dispersed through time? Perhaps the Kido Corps had made some clumsy mistake, overlooked some oversight that cost them their lives. Or...perhaps whatever was in here with them...was more intelligent than the animal it sounded like. Perhaps this was a planned strike, making the sound of its laughter and consumption nothing but bait meant to distract Eizoku. If this were the case…then perhaps it is with him now.
Even should he free himself, he is still alone in the darkness, stranded in the lair of some unknown creature. He had ensured that his attention be focused for any occurrence, and yet now finds said attention split. Behind him, silence reveals the fates of his comrades, and yet before him, the animalistic noises also give way to silence. Where is this foe? Regardless of where Eizoku turns, he leaves his back exposed. Even the very walls now seek to consume him. Surrounded by emptiness, by darkness, by silence, alone in unknown territory, hunted by some unseen foe, will paranoia get the best of Third Seat Eizoku....or will it be something far worse?

 

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Despite the man's senses being attuned with the surrounding environment and his focus keyed in on the situation at hand, his efforts were seemingly futile, as he was unable to make heads or tails about the location at all besides that of his own immediate vicinity. Most likely it had been due to the properties and composition of the walls of the Dangai itself. It was as if all his senses were restricted, his vision limited, and only his ability to hear had done him any good. The farther he ventured forward, the deeper the deprivation became, pacing forth with nothing more than his footsteps being heard against the hardened ground of the Dangai's floor – until...
"Geh….heh....heh…"
The shinigami came to an almost immediate instinctive halt as the sound of laughter sent chills through his body and seemingly bounced endlessly off of the deadened walls of the Dangai before fading out once more. It was as if the distance between Eizoku and the source of the sound had been increasing. From the man's perspective, he could already tell by his own instinct that whatever was present, it most certainly hadn't been a Shinigaminor an ally – and seemed as if the fading sound had been to draw him in closer. His assumption, based along with the fact that whatever else was present with him was bold enough to make its presence known gave Eizoku all the reasoning he needed to be readied for confrontation.
"SCHLOP"
In this instance, it was all the reasoning Eizoku needed to prepare for his departure and initial retreat towards the location he had originally arrived from. Although he had every intention of handling the uninvited guest, doing so at a darkened disadvantage, in the Dangai no less was asking for trouble – it presented nothing besides raising the chances for failure of the mission. It would be reckless to continue into an abyss of darkness with not even a secured foothold to assure him. As such, the man, still halted from the initial sound of the unseen being, discontinued his intended step forward pausing momentarily before rethinking and placing his theorized actions into place. Rather than continuing forward or backwards, the dreadhead would leap upward. Ostentatiously spinning his right blade in a full vertical spiral controlled by only his wrists in a spiral, before catching and reversing the grasp of the hilt. Leaving the blade within his right hand extending behind him rather than the typical grip towards the front. With this set, the man would leap upward in a spiraled motion, his blades creating a motion somewhat like a blades of a blender, leaving a temporary lingering gleam of ominous almost disorienting light in their wake. As a result, the now darkened Dangai had been illuminated quite a bit – visible enough for the mocha skinned man to bear witness to the entirety of his surroundings while on his upward spiral.
In just the shortened glimpse, which felt as if it had been almost an eternity to the man. He witnessed the absence of his entire assisting fleet. Their forked chains being swallowed into the now active walls of the once more apparent unstable active Dangai. It had only been but a few seconds, just what the hell could have happened so fast? Had the enemy somehow managed to sneak around him, had he already resided there upon entry and simply waited for a distancing before carrying out their intended actions? Why was he unable to sense this beast? A series of questions flooded through the minds of the man as the sheer panic began its attempts of overtaking the man. However the two that plagued him the most, had been: 1) How was the enemy able to sneak around him while giving off a sounding from a different location? 2) If the Dangai was now active once more, why hadn't this unseen beast been effected by the activity? Did he somehow posses control over the Dangai?
Leaping precisely one foot into the air from where he originally resided, before creating a flattened reishi structure beneath his feat to secure his footing as not to immediately fall prey to the active enclosing walls of the Dangai. Given from what he had just seen, in accord with the figure displaying somewhat of a heightened intelligence despite it's barbaric and grotesque sounding, it was likely that the intent was to kill any intruders into the domain it had apparently been calling its home for quite some time now. With this in mind, the most logical thing from any perspective, would be to seal off the only route that would prevent their prey from escaping – especially after placing them into a panic. However, with the situation the way it was, perhaps going towards the beast expecting confrontation would prove to be the best bet. With his shikai still active, these action would have taken all but a second to both theorize and create. Now however, had been the time to act, the instant his foot came into contact with the platform beneath his feet, the three lingering blades of light behind him would actively propel themselves forward at astounding speeds, the width expanding across nearly the entire width of the Dangai's perimeter without coming into contact with the walls. One arc of light one foot away from the ceiling of the enclosure, one in the middle, and the final one, one foot above the ground – the direction of all three being towards the access point he had entered from. In simultaneous conjunction, the man, while utilizing both his shikai and shunpo and conjunction would vanish from sight as he leaped backwards, his back near the innermost crescent of the previously expelled blades of light. This actively allowed him to cover both his front and back, while being able to remain alert and swiftly react should any attempted intervention should occur, or also allowing him to propel himself forward over a great distance in a relatively short amount of time should the situation require it. Gis footing still being the created reisha platform beneath him. Exactly what would he encounter? Why was it here? How was it here?

 

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Raw Breath of Danger
It seemed that perhaps Eizoku’s Captain had failed him. Perhaps this task the Third seat was sent on, was not so much a mission, but an execution sentence. Captain Oda had after all, released Eizoku from prison, only to send him here to the precipice world, where his disappearance was hardly an anomaly. Indeed, the Captain may have displayed his true Oda colors, returning to their ancient custom: Death to Disobedients. Why else would Tenzen deceive Eizoku, and tell him that the power of his Zanpakuto would protect him. What power of protection could a Shinigami’s blade hold here, where the powers of Shikai and Bankai serve only to attract the wrestling flow?
As Eizoku soars through the air, his back to the crescent blade of golden light that guides him, he would find that the shining arc of his swing was not the only light emanating from him. Rather, his entire zanpakuto, along with the arms that wield it, glow a vibrant golden yellow. Within the moment it would take for his mind to process this, his entire body soon became replaced with this golden light.
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The darkness of the dangai soon competes against the light, the two battling for dominance in a strobe of illumination rapidly replaced by eternal darkness.
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As the light becomes brighter and the flickering increases, it is clear that whatever affliction possesses Eizoku is counting down to a final burst of light. On the very final flash of light, the emptiness of the darkness is replaced with one final image, a mere foot from eizoku’s own face.

Losing Time
Eizoku’s vision is then blinded by light, shining so vibrant that it would burn his retinas even through closed eyelids. It becomes clear that his flight backwards is not nearing its end, as the time he has been flying has been far longer than the distance he wishes to travel. The light would burn his skin, and yet would be the tamest of the painful sensations he now feels. As he flies backward, it would feel as though every individual cell of his body were being torn from each other. Every trace of his identity is being pulled into a different place in the universe, a different time. He is becoming, in every sense of the word, erased, across all of time and space. This is what it meant to be trapped within the Kōryū (拘流, Wresting Flow).
Any soul that found themselves within Eizoku’s situation, would undoubtedly meet their end. However, perhaps Captain Oda’s intentions now ring true. No shinigami who has entered the dangai and been caught within its flow, has ever been able to escape their fate. However, no shinigami who has entered the dangai, until this moment, has possessed a Zanpakuto capable of manipulating the flow of time. Captain Oda, the prodigal Commander of the Kido Corps, was ever the theorist, and this turn of events was likely calculated by the Captain. The duty of this mission had to get done, and by sending Eizoku, he gambled on its success, viewing the entire endeavor as an experiment of sorts. The promotion then, may likely have been a reward, rightfully earned only if Eizoku were able to survive this suicidal encounter. Regardless, the information gathered would be of use to the ever expanding Kido Corps, and so success or failure, Eizoku would serve the Fifth’s needs.
Should the third seat overcome the impossible, through an unprecedented control of their own zanpakuto’s power, they would find the light of the wrestling flow replaced with the light of a blazing sun. Who knows what cost Eizoku paid with the erasure of his body’s cells through time, but the award for such a feat, would be the successful exit of the Wrestling Flow. Now, plummeting through the skies, the remaining aspects of Eizoku’s soul would struggle to mend themselves together, causing the man to barely hold onto consciousness, let alone halt his descent to the ground. In such a state, their fall ends with an abrupt collision into the side of a mountain. There, the explosion of his impact fills the air with smoke, and carves a cataclysmic crater into the stoneface of the mountainside.
As the dust settles, and the rumbling of stone ceases to thunder through the skies, the consequential silence is interrupted by a single stern voice, casting itself down in judgment upon what remains of Third Seat Eizoku.
“And who are you, who falls from the sky to kneel before me?”