[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Central Seireitei

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From 8th Division--------Traveling-------Outside Central / Captains Hall
Noticing Nibui take to the tile tops of the halls and start to follow Kiku he would smile and dash a little faster. His form blurring and phasing away from its current spot and then suddenly forming compressed down then flickering off once more. His Shunpo as now carrying his body faster and faster. Having traveled over the roofs of Seireitei countless times. During his tenor as the Janitor of First Division he has cleaned up many the mess. This could be part of the reason he seeks change. Constantly cleaning up devastating events instead of being able to prevent them. The countless slaughters in the Rukongai Districts, The Maggots Nest idiots, Captain Mukoro's Coup, Kuchiki Manor, Kiku had to clean it all up. While he had these thoughts in his mind Kiku slowed. Kiku's pace quickly turning from a race so to speak and just a casual stroll. Kiku's competitive spirit faded as fast as it came. The two of them still moving at an incredible speed they would enclose upon central quickly. Kiku would slow a little as he neared the area he had departed Akarui from, The Captains Hall. Launching himself off the roof and towards the ground, he landed inside the gate of the initial complex. People were rushing.
Kiku waved down Nibui and leaned next to a wall. " Hey Nibui, things are a lot more hectic than when i left. Technically i am still a Member of First Division. So just expect some strange looks if you follow me up into this next area, there the Captain's Hall sits. The remnants of a meeting might be going on so just be ready." Kiku would poke the side of his face for a second, before giving Nibui a closed eye smile. " I'm not sure what exactly you should be ready for, but if i was to be honest with you, i'm nervous."
Kiku would then push off the wall he was leaning on and walk towards the gate. There a pair of guards looked at him. He would approach them slowly with his hands up. " I'm Kiku of the first Division, Is Akarui still up there? If so can you tell her to come to the gate." He would then shrug and sigh. He forgot to tell Akarui he was transferring out of First Division. He was currently imagining Akarui melting his face off and as he reached up to stop the guard, he saw one of them running off to go get her. A visible trail of sweat beading down the side of Kiku's masked face. " o..oh shit..."
Putting the palm of his hand onto his face Kiku would sigh deeply into them. Today was going to be a long day.

 

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-----Traveled from 4th div barracks to 5th div barracks: Senkaimon-----
A fairly strong whirlwind of dust suddenly kicked up just a few feet away from Yu Nakamoto, followed by the immediate appearance of cloth cocoon. Seconds after its sudden appearance it begins to unwind rapidly revealing Shoumetsu within as the cloth made its way back into his sleeve being rolled back up for later use. Seeing the captain he was tasked to help in place of his Lieutenant already trying to leave to the world of the living he made haste speed walking to quickly catch up by his side. Glancing towards him it was not that difficult to pick up the signs of unease but if it was out of worry for those already amid battle or another reason remained unclear. Either way, Shoumetsu didn't care enough to pry on these reasons any more than he had to know they both had their missions that needed to be accomplished doing whatever it took to keep any harm from befalling Captain Nakamoto. He respectfully reached out to place a hand on Yu's shoulder not saying anything but his facial expression said it all, giving him a reassuring look.
"4th seat of squad 11, Shoumetsu Takahiro, reporting in place of my crippled Lt and acting Captain Jinnosuke Ueku. I hope you weren't planning to have all the fun down there without us sir." He stopped looking backward to see if there was any sign of Rin showing up before adverting his attention back towards the captain. "All due respect if the one who can heal our Lt is in Karakura Town fighting, then why are we heading to Naruki City?"
He took on a more relaxed posture placing both hands behind the back of his head while patiently waiting for the Senkaimon gates to be opened up for them. The thought crossed his mind for something that seemed to be urgent why weren't the gates prepared for their departure beforehand. Reaching back he unhooked his zanpakuto so he now held it firmly in his right hand not knowing what they should expect but the fact is they were about to head right in the middle of a battlefield so it was best to be prepared for anything the moment they stepped out. This lead to his other preparation with his reiatsu being lowered until it wasn't noticeable except for those skilled in the practice of sensing reiatsu.

"I am sure you don't need me telling you this but I think it would be best for us to go in hidden. At the current moment we have no intelligence on what we are facing, and the element of surprise in our favor. We shouldn't show our hand until it's needed. Thankfully for you, my fighting style excels at defense and as long I am breathing will not stop shielding you."
Shoumetsu remained confident despite the fact he knew what he was about to be going against and how others already on the battlefield were struggling. Though from his experience he knew the moment you hesitated on the battlefield or stopped believing you could win then you already lost the battle. This confidence also stemmed from the bit of arrogance he had that slipped out every so often, but in the end, he hoped what he said helped instill the same confidence in the nervous appearing captain before him. Closing his eyes he took in a deep breath before slowly exhaling to help steady his shaking hands, not of fear, but to quell the anxiousness of facing this enemy that started to awaken his bloodthirst once again inside of him.

 

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Keeping pace and staying side by side with his new friend Kiku, Nibui for a majority of their travel is lost in a faint nostalgia that he can’t help. Yet it is odd that he finds so much delight in this reminiscence, it had only been a month or two since his last real thrill. Is this anticipation? Does the Shinigami expect and hope to find himself in combat? For someone who possesses a certain disdain for spilling blood needlessly, it is odd. If there are any who could peer into his mind, beneath a casual joy they might find that Nibui masks a seed of bloodlust. Planted and nurtured since that fateful day, by his problematic partner, Jubokko. Something which even Nibui is unaware of, something which has slowly been festering and growing in his time of inaction.
As Kiku slows himself down and eventually comes to a stop, beckoning Nibui over towards him, Nibui returns from his uncharacteristic and hidden yearning. ”Huh?” An almost non-existent sound coming from him in his confused state, yet he followed Kiku over without a question.
"Hey Nibui, things are a lot more hectic than when I left. Technically I am still a Member of the First Division. So just expect some strange looks if you follow me up into this next area, there the Captain's Hall sits. The remnants of a meeting might be going on so just be ready. I'm not sure what exactly you should be ready for, but if i was to be honest with you, i'm nervous."
Thinking to himself for a moment, Nibui stares at Kiku with a blank but tired looking expression. ”Hmmn… I’m familiar with the First Division barracks, but it’s been a little bit since my last visit. Hopefully it’s a more enjoyable visit than last time.” As he recalls the events of his last visit, an unusual feeling flows through him, a shiver followed by goosebumps. His hair standing on it’s ends, thinking of the Captain Commander's display of power. And there it is again, a desire to clash with someone, something, anything, yet this time it manifested itself physically. Still, it’s truth hidden from Nibui. In this moment he almost ignores Kiku before finally answering as best he could, his gaze turning away from the First Division barracks and towards Kiku.
”If it’s just the Captains, you don’t need to be nervous. They have a more reserved nature than the Captain Commander. It won’t get too out of hand even if they do get a bit rowdy.” His words spoken with complete honesty and belief, whether or not he is wrong is decided not by his beliefs however. In the time he spoke a brief and modest little smile curls along his lips, an attempt to sway Kiku from his anxiety, even if the smile is forced, it has its purpose.
Following the soon to be Fifth Division member and present First Division member, Nibui trails ever so slightly behind him, each and every step drawing him closer to the barracks, and equally feeding into those veiled desires. His fingers still curled around his Zanpakuto’s sheath, tighten their grip progressively then loosen suddenly. ”I'm Kiku of the first Division, Is Akarui still up there? If so can you tell her to come to the gate.” With that question, Kiku calls for someone, that someone being Akarui. Inquisitively, Nibui peered past Kiku to take his best look into the First Division barracks, the Eighth Shinigami having no clue of who exactly this Akarui is, nor why Kiku searched for them. Yet he continues to try and figure it out, investigating his own memories for any potential lead, this however is soon interrupted. ”O...oh shit…” To be reacting in such a manner, one can only assume it was in reaction to something of importance, yet Nibui sees nothing nor does he sense anything, not that that’s saying much.

What’s wrong?

 

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No warning in his arrival, and as abrupt as it was it even comes as a shock to the member who holds command over the Senkaimon. Their eyes do not deceive them, the presence of a Captain is felt, the sight of Haori is real. However, what truly confused them is the Squad this Captain hails from as he announces himself, with a purpose.
" Captain Yū Nakamoto, requesting access to the Senkaimon. I’m heading to Naruki City…”
Already, the traffic through the Senkaimon has been heavy, but now a Captain wishes to head onto the front lines. Are their casualties? Are the injuries that severe they need the Captain of Squad Four? Yet, his division is not one meant specifically for combat. He comes with no escorts, no shield, no sword. While Captains are mighty in their own rights, they still had their weaknesses, their traditional duties. Today, things have changed, Captain Nakamoto makes sure of this as he speaks again, in hopes to rectify the look he receives from the members of squad Five.
“ ...on the Captain Commander’s orders.”
Uttering the will and order of Commander Murasaki, truly things have gone horribly wrong. Captain Nakamoto hopes to hold a stern and strict demeanor, covering his insecurities and worries of what he may find on the other side. However, it is the order of Commander Murasaki that gets what he asks for, with no hesitation, no questions asked. The members of fifth move accordingly to perform the act of opening the Senkaimon. In little to no time at all, the arrival of Fourth Seat, Shoumetsu Takahiro from Squad 11 his goal intertwined with Captain Nakamoto. His escort, ready to accompany him in his expedition in the World of the Living.
The gate opens, the blinding light envelopes the doorway, and like many times before, the Senkaimon release two hell butterflies that travel towards both the Captain and his temporary subordinate ready to lead them to the awaiting inferno that is the battlefield. Beneath the very clothes that hide their face, the fifth division stands in worry of Captain Nakamoto's advancement. Will his strength be enough? Was he ready to take on such a task as he is thrown into the heat of battle?
” The Senkaimon is opened and ready for your departure, Captain Nakamoto and Fourth Seat, Shoumetsu Takahiro. Return safely.”
A member speaks, daring not to show his worry for both of them and what may possibly be going on in the World of the Living. The guardsmen stand awaiting their bodies to be enveloped by the light, and once again the senkaimon will be closed until further notice.

 

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Head-Lieutenant Oki had appeared at her side, and Akarui spared a glance. Clearly the woman was here for business, but not for her. In silence, they stood side-by-side, and Akarui felt rather uncomfortable. Every now and then the small girl would glance at the curves that Honoka possessed and clicked her tongue in envy as she looked back down at her body. She was nowhere near possessive of the type of body that Honoka had, and her temperament was far from where Honoka’s was. Beauty, grace, and attitude, Akarui completely lacked and was Honoka’s polar opposite.
The sound of Honoka’s sigh had caused the sixth seat to stiffen, and she offered a meek smile, her cheeks hot and red with embarrassment.
"My, my. What a busy day, wouldn't you agree, Akarui-chan? I do wish for them to finish soon, we have quite a bit of work to do."
“Y-yes...”
Rui follows her gaze as Honoka turns to examine the mess that was created. While she knew that she would not be berated for her performance, the sudden lack of personnel would surely bring some misfortune. Not to her, but the Soul Society as a whole. Whether or not the Captains would question her, it was not their place either. There were rules, to keep order within this place they called home. The world that they swore to protect, and it only took one piece out of place to topple it and bring it all crumbling down.
"It seems you have been quite busy yourself. Admirable as ever, Akarui."
“It was necessary. Orders are meant to be followed.”

" I'm Kiku of the first Division, Is Akarui still up there? If so can you tell her to come to the gate."
At the gates, the guardsman at the main gate comes into contact with Kiku and he listens closely to him as he speaks. Unfortunately for him, his request would be denied. As one of the closest to the raging sixth seat, he knew better than anyone to interrupt Akarui, especially with no word of the Captain’s Meeting having ended.
“Shunkan-San… You and I both know that we can not bother Gekkō-San… The meeting is still being held. The most that I can do is guide you to her, but it is your own choice whether or not to interrupt her.”
He speaks with a gentle smile, but beneath that facade, he was shaking in his boots, but he could not ignore the order of another superior, as he is also unknowing to the fact that Kiku has requested for a transfer out of the First Division. The other guard, who had started off had stopped when he realized who he’d asked for in the first place, had waited for Kiku to join him. Nibui, having yet stated his name and reason, would be left to stay outside of the gates, unless Kiku said otherwise.