[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Central Seireitei

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It was as if time itself hadn’t changed for the young blue haired 5th Division girl. She looked the same, with her pale skin and light blue hair that would give her away in seconds. She started at herself in the mirror, her mismatched eyes looking back at her. Probably one part she loved about herself more than anything else. She always thought it was a mark from when she was alive, maybe she got shot in the eye. It was always super interesting to have something reflecting of her past being. Her living being.
She sighed, before quickly tying her hair into her usual bun and quickly walked over to her Zanpakuto. Her relationship with said sword was a weird one, having not really used it outside of the academy. She didn’t really know of the true power Kori held, and she didn’t even know what power she truly held. Having been one who was new, and truly almost pretty much thrown in to thing since she came, she was always a nervous one. And that nervousness drove her to hide herself. Until now. She started at the blue and black Zan before picking it up and sliding it into place on her side. She would give a nod, to calm herself. It was fine. It wasn’t like before.
She felt someone coming before the door of her room was slide open, she turned to turn towards the girl who was there now. Clearly about to give her a Message
”Himari-San, Captain Oda gave orders for you to gate keep at the senkaimon. He suspects you to head there now.
”Thanks, on my way now.”
The girl would nod and quickly leave her room, leaving Himari to her thoughts. Again. She hasn’t had much orders from the Captain since the whole ordeal from before. And it was simple enough. She still had some fears in the back of her mind, but she didn’t allow it to keep her grounded in the room. She would look at herself one more time, grab ahold of her Zan and quickly exit the room, walking out of the room and not looking back
*
As she made it to the Senkaimon, it was a familiar site. One that gave her some sense of calm as she would walk down the path to where she would meet the Kidō Corps who would indeed be waiting for them. It was somewhat suspicious, having her and and possibly someone here to guard the thing. She would have thought they would have trusted the Corps enough to handle it. Which meant only one thing-
Her thoughts were stopped as she noticed someone else was already there. A guy she hadnt seen before in her life. It seemed this was a common thing with her being in the Fifth. It reminded her of when she first met Arashi for the first time and having to respect him as her LT, without having known him at all. The though almost made her one to laugh, at the memory before she caught the guy speaking.
She would not say anything to him at first but to the two Kido Corps members, nodding her head down at them
” Himari Shimizu of the 5th division, the second Gatekeeper it seems.”
That was all she said, not smiling just little as she would stand her her bowing position.

 

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The Chronomaster's Lament
A light draft danced across the cemented floor of the darkened and rather gloomy confines of a derelict cell, embracing and circling around a slumped figure of an all too familiar dreadheaded man. His shihakusho spread out neatly as if to prevent it from sweeping up the dust that resided upon the floor beneath him. His head hanging low, almost as if it had been weighed down by the thick amber dreads that rested upon his head. The brush of wind chilling him to the bone, yet despite its embrace he hadn't expressed any visible reaction to it. Eizoku Yugameru, whom once held an unblemished record of excellence, had been imprisoned as if he fit the description of the deranged psychopaths the cells were accustomed to holding. He had become accustomed to the unpleasant yet livable conditions he had been contained in, by his own captain nonetheless. He had resided there for a period of five days in total – no contact with anyone, no communication whatsoever – simply the man left alone to himself, denuded of even his own other half, his zan. Self-reflection often does one well, however, in the case of Eizoku, his Zan was his balance and a staple to his sanity. His mind remained in a constant overflow of pure chaos without it, his thoughts racing, his ambition failing, and his time fleeing. His zanpakto was his counterbalance, the conversations held with Kuronosu kept the man in line, on time, balanced...and sane. The removal of his zanpakto itself was torture, far outweighing the solitude that any prison cell could bring.
Despite the myriad of thoughts racing through the man's mind, the one that incessantly reoccurred, as if to torture him, had been the fact that the first instance in which he had managed to successfully capture his captain's attention, had been him getting a sentencing. One which he had expected to last quite a lengthy period of time being with everything that had occurred within the Rukongai. Pulling his head up while correcting his posture as if to stretch, the man would become upright in his positioning, the under layers of his shihakusho gliding ever so slightly across the hardened floors beneath him releasing an almost eerie dragging sound that bounced from wall to wall of the nearly empty cell in a ghastly echo. His hair falling back slowly revealing his emerald green orbs in a state one had never would have expected from the man, the white of his eyes now turned a darkened scarlet, visible heavy darkened bags beneath his eyes that visibly contrasted from his typical mocha complexion. It had been a clear indication of just how bad his own thoughts had been torturing him with the absence of his zanpakto. With his gaze still cast upon the floor even while raising his head, the man would catch a glimpse of a the hem of a vivid blue haori, his eyes panning up the rather tall figure slowly with a lack of expression, only to stop in the direct line of eye contact of his captain's piercing and emotionless gaze. Had he really been so far gone that he hadn't even noticed the obvious arrival of another individual in such an empty and desolate place? He had truly been in a pitiful state, and the last person he desired to see him like this...had been the very individual whom had appeared. His raging thoughts ceased all at once, his mental fortitude returning, and his sanity locking – his composure completely regained, quelled. His crestfallen visage gazing back towards his captain, his spirit broken and heart contrite. Yet it hadn't been his captain whom had tranquilized his raging mind and heart but rather...
"K..Kurono-"
the remaining sounds of the man calling out to his blade with an unmistakable desperation in his voice was cut off by his captain.
”Eizoku Yugameru of the Fifth Division. You know why you’re imprisoned so I will skip over reminding you about your charges."
At the mention of his imprisonment again, the man would swiftly shift his gaze to the right momentarily in order to break the eyes of his captain, as if he were trying to hide from the gaze of the very individual whom towered over him from the opposite side of his cell. Had he come to punish the man more? Remind him of his reason for being imprisoned?
"There is a task that needs to be dealt with and given the nature of your Zanpakuto you are best suited for the task. That said, you will unfortunately be going alone, you are more than capable of handling this task though.”
A suicide mission then? His gaze pulled back in almost as if Tenzen commanded it at the conclusion of his last sentence. They both fall silent as his captain's face slightly changing expression leaving his visage with a look of concern. It was obvious the man had more to say. Had his captain been so disappointed in him that he would agree to the thought of sending him elsewhere, in his own solitude again. Surely it hadn't been a mission free of risk being that the abilities of his own zanpakto being compatible was mentioned in specific.
"I have had time to meditate on the actions you took in the Rukongai and I hope you have meditated on them as well and it is why I am confident in sending you to the Dangai. As of right now you are a free man.”
A rush of shock ran throughout the chronomaster's body at the mentioning of his freedom, but even moreso at the act of his captain placing his zanpakto on the ground in front of the man before stepping back, ensuring that it was his for the taking once more. The bars of the cell that confined him retracting into the floor and cieling of the prison. Without so much as a sound or visible ruffling of his shihakusho, both the man and his blade had seemingly vanished from sight all at the same moment. Appearing with his back facing the back of his captain in the center of the empty chamber which held them. His blade held firmly to his chest, both hands actively grasping the sheath as if someone were about to attempt to snatch it form him once more. His gaze fell to the ground, attempting to keep his composure he would direct a few sentences towards his superior.
"Captain I-...please forgive me, I wish not for you to see me in such a pitiful state. My intentions were pure and out of good intent despite the misdirection I took. I never sought to tarnish the name or image of the division..."
His captain continued on as if the two had come to an unspoken understanding.
”Five months ago the Kōtotsu (拘突, Wresting-Surge) escaped into Soul Society, you already know the details so I will not remind you about what happened afterward. You are tasked with entering the Dangai and figuring out if there was any foul play involved. It is no natural occurrence that the Kōtotsu escaped into Soul Society that day and my intuition is telling me someone is behind it. Search for signs of tampering, leave nothing to chance, collect anything and everything that can give us a lead no matter how insignificant. As of now you are here by being promoted to the rank of Third Seat, Fourth Seat Himari Shimi and Sixth Seat Takashi Kiyoshi will be waiting to open the Senkaimon for you.If this is understood you are dismissed.”
A promotion was the last thing the man had expected to receive, his captain despite the circumstances had actually been paying attention to more than just his faults. A calm ran over him like he had never experienced before...He understood his mission thoroughly. With his mind focused and spirit quelled, the man now steeled himself and made his newly assigned mission his priority.
"Captain...if I-... The man caught himself in the midst of such doubtful speech before correcting himself and continuing, ...When I return, I would like to ask you something about what I saw in the Rukongai."
Tenzen had undoubtedly understood and knew exactly what the man desired to inquire about. Yet again, as if in an unspoken agreement, the man would nod his head as his captain had vanished from the grounds altogether. The forceful winds from his departure causing his Shihakusho to blow around, before turning heel and beginning to make his way towards his new destination by means of his shunpo...the Senkaimon.
Being that he had not been held too far away, he had managed to arrive at his destination fairly quickly. As he neared the gate, he would cast his attention onto the two individuals who remained in front of him, one familiar face and another he hadn't seen before.
"Himari...3rd Seat Eizoku Yugameru reporting for duty..." He'd nod in her direction and perform the same courtesy action to the individual guarding the post with her. Taking in a deep breath, the man's face and appearance overall had been so out of the ordinary that one would assume his health had been failing. With his baggy and bloodshot red eyes the man paused in front of the two awaiting the opening of the Senkaimon.

 

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Central ———————————— traveling from ———————————— Southeast
“Will you shut up for five minutes?”
“This is the only form of entertainment that I get. Piss off.”
Letting out a growl, Yasu had learned that she had very little patience with the pest that now shared her soul. The sound of her footsteps were nonexistent as she glided across the rooftops on her path to Central. She’d casually leap over shinigami here and there, startling them from the swift shadow that crossed over them. Every now and then she would glance over their uniform before looking down at her own. For one thing, she was more than elated that she was able to wear what she was able to move freely in. And she also hated the bottoms. Her flexibility and mobility had always been challenged since her days in the academy. Thankfully her superior didn’t care and practically allowed her to act as she always had, so long as she did her work.
A heavy sigh escapes and she lands soundlessly at the gates that lead into the first division barracks. Waiting at these doors were two First Division of the guard unit. She was faintly familiar with the purple haired guard, but couldn’t quite place why he felt so familiar. At the sight of her, she gestured to her lieutenant’s badge. Surely they were briefed prior to being stationed about the meeting. Other than their nod of recognition, Yasu passed right through. Her silence was noted, the two having been used to the boisterous individual that she once was.
Once.
Hands stuck in her pockets, her steps were rather hesitant the more she grew closer to this familiar place. Her chest ached, memories of the former Commander’s release of power embedded deep within her memories. Though the Kuchiki incident had been more severe than the alleged coup, Yasu was still terrified, even if he was imprisoned within Muken. Around her were hushed whispers as she passed by the seated members of the First Division, but her eyes were locked on the building in front of her. Inhaling deeply, Yasu came to a stop before the great doors. Rubbing at the back of her neck, she reluctantly stepped in and found Honoka sitting in her usual position but hunched over.
“Ohayō.”
As she neared the Head Lieutenant, after stepping around her did Yasu give her greetings and take her place beside her. Slumping back in her seat, she wore an unusual grumpy face. It was rather frequent as of late that she’d been plagued with headaches. Her woes were not as severe as Honoka, but both of them were pretty miserable and in need of a serious break.
One by one, the lieutenants would trickle in and Yasu, when acknowledged, would offer a grunt and lean her chair back, balancing it on its back legs as if she were some mischievous child. Being the youngest amongst the entire party had its perks. She was well aware of her bratty ways, but who would put her in her place outside of Honoka. If anything, the vast majority influenced and adapted to her persona for their own benefits. The girl was difficult, a real pest and a thorn in most division’s sides. Yet they did nothing to stop her from performing pranks and practically emptying their fridges.
She had yet to eat. Perhaps that was why she was so grumpy. Reaching into her sleeve, she pulled out a long rope of this rope-like candy and stuck it in her mouth, spinning what stuck out of it around in a circle while she chewed it down, waiting for the meeting to commence. Soon enough, the last individual had finally made it and she sat up, folding her hands on the table as Honoka had done her greetings, and Yasu had given those within the room a glance.
“Are we ready to begin?”
“Haiiii...”
Her voice was rather monotone and she began to lean back in her chair once more, balancing herself rather easily as she awaited for the okay to explain the most recent happenings to the others since most of them hadn’t been within the Soul Society.

 

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She could only remember the hot sting of tears streaming down her cheeks only for them to be burned away by intense heat billowing out of her ignited eyes. Pain unlike any she had felt before that did not register as pleasure as it normally did ravaged her armored body. Everything she had learned in such a short amount of time dug its claws deeply into the Lieutenant’s very soul and refused to let go. Even as her strike landed and her enemy fried on Namakizu’s massive cleaver she felt this agony grow heavier by the moment. It was not until a flash of red in her peripheral garnered her attention that she turned and faced what was a torrential avalanche of blood red plummeting toward her. She knew she had to move, she knew something had to be done or she would surely be swept away along with the corpse of the defeated Togabito but the trance-like state she’d become engrossed by probably as a result of utilizing a Bankai with which she was unfamiliar and her armor shattered...there was very little that she could do and so, she closed her eyes whilst spiritual exhaustion took it’s toll.

Strangely, when the destructive mass did not connect with her she opened them again to discover an enormous juggernaut had planted itself in the front of her and had not only taken the entirety of the tsunami’s force without budging an inch but it had also provided her with a space of shelter behind it causing the rapids to swell around the both of them. It was not until she studied the mountain before her that she realized it was Jinnosuke’s Bankai shielding them from harm.

The waters died down leaving nothing but crimson ruin in its wake as well as two Shinigami still standing. As she surveyed the land she grew angry. There was no telling what sort of casualties the war they had waged brought about. What sort of being had done this to the land of the living that she had come to love and so deeply desired to protect? What hellish bastard had a death wish daring to come here and bare it’s rotten fangs at her? Silently, the woman made an unholy vow that she would find out and she would put an end to their tyranny as well as their life for such an unforgivable crime. With nothing left to do, and the villain vanquished...Hageshi turned on her heel tucking Namakizu’s knuckles into her tattered pockets. It was time to return to the Seireitei.
“ I’m goin’ fishin’.”
There was no thank you, no show of gratitude for the feat he had performed saving her. Hageshi figured that he would be able to read between the lines. She grumbled under her breath to her comrade and began to saunter away fully expecting him to follow after considering they had much to report now that their mission was complete and she would have gotten hopelessly lost no doubt if he did not guide her way.

“Are we ready to begin?”
“Haiiii...”
The doors to the First’s meeting hall swung open again shortly behind Lieutenant Yugure’s arrival to reveal a grouchy looking Omoni Hageshi. Part of her irritation was due to being told the second she returned to her division that she had been told soon she would have to participate in this sort of thing when truly all she wanted to do was sit by the lakeside with her fishing pole in hand awaiting the next big catch like she had been for the past four days after going through such tumultuous situations lately. First there had been a task that kept her from home for months and right after that she’d been thrown literally into the fires of Hell, rising victorious from both but thoroughly disgruntled by them.
Amongst her fellow Vice Captains she was an illusive presence often missing in action due to being sent on jobs where only she would have been capable of seeing them finished. Of course, she always returned but fresh new scars came right along with her. This time however, there would be nothing visible that haunted that woman. Casually, she went to her designated chair recognizable by it’s soft pink fabric and she took her place. Solid cerulean hues scanned the faces in the area thus far indicating to her that the Lieutenant’s of First and Second division were present and they were waiting on the remainder to trickle in. It was actually surprising that Hageshi came in such a timely manner, most of the time she was the last to arrive because she got lost somewhere along the way and would not even use the door favoring to instead bust through the wall because she had become so frustrated. Luckily for all of the participants, when she had returned home she had the GPS device on her Denreishiki repaired so she could find her way around the Seireitei once again.
Her mind scoured itself trying to come up with an explanation for the events that transpired in the land of the living so that her colleagues could best comprehend it but that started to give her a throbbing headache so she stopped and put her elbows on the table in front of her then clasped her torn fingers together.
“ Let’s get this over with.”

 

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Four Days Ago
Akarui had done her best to meet with both Higen and Honoka at the Compound upon finishing her treatment on Tenzen Oda. However she’d just reached the threshold that led into the compound when she collided with her subordinate. The collision had surprised the both of them. Normally Akarui would be more level-headed, but the reactions of both her lieutenant and the Tenth Division captain had left Akarui in a cesspool of uneasiness. Gathering herself quickly, the guard had just come from the designated location, explaining all that he knew after receiving his orders from the Head Lieutenant.
As he explains verbatim, she is quiet, her mouth twisted in a grimace and her expression in complete disbelief. The compound was just a few strides away. She could very well confirm the truth of the matter herself, but her legs made no effort to take a step towards the bloodbath that awaits inside. Upon the completion of his report, she waves her hand and dismisses him to gather the necessary individuals as Honoka had requested. Shusuke Kiyoshi would be on his way soon since Enji had gone to retrieve him. After his dismissal, she begins her trek to the compound’s entrance where Honoka Oki stood in wait. Akarui is quick to inspect the surrounding area, and though empty except for the two of them and the corpses that sit within the dark room, the sixth seat is unaware of the whereabouts of Higen Kagayaki. There was no mention of him in her guard’s report, so herphaps he’d gone to perform the tasks that Honoka had come to assign to him prior to the fiasco.
Shusuke Kiyoshi had arrived just before her, along with his subordinate, leaving with Honoka as she guided him within the depths of the mess of what was left of the Central 46. She watched their backs as they retreated into the darkness. Just behind Shusuke was the messenger who had gone to retrieve him in the first place. Landing behind his superior, Enji knelt down and began to speak of the events, but Akarui held her hand up to silence him. She’d heard everything from the prior conversation. Her silence was stifling. It was clear that none of the evidence was to be tainted or obtained. The bodies would be handled accordingly by the members of the SIxth Division. While word of this would be passed around, Akarui could guarantee that unauthorized access onto this playing field would result in severe consequences.
With her shikai drawn, Akarui swallowed the lump in her throat and would perform as she always had, for the sake of the First Division. Things had changed.
She would need to be prepared.
Present Day
“Enji. Take two others with you to look over the perimeter of the Compound again. After you are done will you return to the main gate to receive the incoming lieutenants.”
Akarui addressed her right hand and he had done as she had directed without so much as a sigh. It was a difficult time. The First Division had taken a hard blow at the loss of their Captain-Commander. Shobatsu Murasaki’s imprisonment felt as if Akarui had once more lost her purpose. She had vowed that she would have never had to feel such a great loss ever again, but it was broken in an instant. She held no knowledge outside of what was discussed between the First and Sixth’s research and investigation teams that crossed her path. They’d been at this for the past ninety-six hours nonstop, tirelessly until they got to the bottom of the massacre.
Around the premises were several points that her unit were stationed at. Each of them had personally been trained by Akarui, and at times, those outside of the guard unit feared them for being able to withstand the sixth seat’s wrath on a daily basis. They had quickly learned to adhere to their leader’s regulations rather than hear her inhuman screeching. Each had their blades drawn, placed in front of them with the tip of their blades placed snugly within the cracks of the compound’s courtyard. There were six guardsmen, excluding Akarui. One at the North and South ends of the Compound, and two each in the remaining cardinal directions. Akarui had been within the center of it all, waiting outside of the doors with her hands carrying the bladed-staff of her shikai as she stood guard. Much like the Captain’s meeting, Akarui would hold steady, resting at the bottom of the steps before it led to the chambers of the trial grounds.
With the Head Lieutenant occupied with her meeting, Akarui was left to defend the Compound. While she had no doubt of Honoka’s prowess, Akarui was well aware of the constant activity that she indulged herself in due to the unfortunate circumstances. The paperwork was hefty and Rui could only watch from the sidelines. Under the new nominations of the Central 46 slowly coming to a close, Akarui had idly stood by. No one within her clan had dared to nominate themselves out of fear of their Clan Head. Though estranged from them, the hand she possessed was strong and no one would make a move unless she directed. This type of influence was not something that she desired or wanted to be a part of.
Unconsciously, Akarui’s grip had tightened at the thought of someone daring to defy the orders of their superiors. It isn’t until the Kiyoshi boy had emerged from the bloodied stage that she pressed her hand against the open space and the space before her trembled and flickered, switching between her reflection and the room inside, dimly lit and still untouched otherwise by foreign bodies. This anomaly would be recognized as Kyōmon (鏡門, Mirror Door; Viz "Mirror Gate"). There had been another casting on the outer doorway that had led individuals to the top of the steps. Her attention fell onto Shusuke, emerald orbs watching his every step as he ascended the steps that led to the outside. She was unsure of just what he had observed and deduced within the room behind her, but Akarui had no interest in that.
“Head Lieutenant Oki is indisposed. You will not be able to reach her until the Lieutenant’s meeting is over unless the situation is dire, Kiyoshi.”
He was welcome to leave, but disturbing the lieutenant’s meeting was out of the question. He was on no orders like when he had escorted Shobatsu Murasaki. The sheen of her blade gleamed in what little light existed and the head guardsman reached into the flap of her half-coat and pulled a flask out that contained the personal concoction known as Himizu (火水, "Firewater"). A drink only so few would actually be able to enjoy once they’d built up an immunity to it. Had Shusuke left to other things, it was well out of Akarui’s interests. Once he’d passed the threshold of the second Kyōmon, Rui was quick to reestablish the sound connection. It was a trivial, but effective spell, cast to protect those that lie on the inside. While she was the only living being within the premises of the barriers, unauthorized entrance, let alone the destruction of one, would alert the caster and Akarui would have little mercy on intruders.