[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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Three months passed in what seemed to Jinno to be a blink of an eye. He had spent the last months after the strange event working on his brain. He had taken a mess of a collection of books from each Division with or without their permission and was dropping the last of them off. A stack of 40 or so covered his face as a trail of smoke played hide and seek with his face as he kept swinging around on each side to make sure he wasn't running a small 4th Division lad or lass over.
Finally reaching the Barracks he kicked the door open with a loud shout. " Yo your ass better be awake or ima take it out on these two! "He pointed his pompadour at two shinigami kids by his standard that were already sweating and looked nervous. Upon hearing and seeing who said that the two looked over straining to see behind the books. Then they saw the shark fin. That green black pompadour sticking out from behind the books and they instantly knew who was visiting them.
" WHY IS THIS PLACE FULL OF MONSTERS TODAY!" After this they would grab their cleaning supplies and flee the room before he could find a spot to set the books down.
After a few seconds of searching Jinno sighed deeply behind the books and dropped them in the center of the room. AYEOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOMONIMONIMONI -CHAAAAAAAAAAN !" He simply smiled and awaited the repercussions of his actions. Knowing damn well she would not stand for being called Omoni-Chan. The scattered books were ones on Anatomy and metal working, the process of heat and a few books on understanding the last 2000 years of Shinigami technology and history. Well, what was actually written down. Jinnosuke had blisters on his fingers and noticeable paper cuts from turning so many pages.
Jinno had spent every waking moment either training his Shikai and Bankai while reading a book. He was forced to finish a book a day no matter the size. Each book had to be useful in someway towards his new goal. He would light a cigarette while waiting and then sigh as he lit it. " That makes 92 books, geez i feel like my head is going to burst open." He would walk to a window and open it as the smoke started to drift outside it, instead of filling up the room.

 

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Bright and early is how today started for Maho. He awoke in the hammock hanging outside his office, nestled in the corner of his personal garden. The morning creatures were astir, chirping about in the trees above him. The sun pierced through in small pockets, draping light over his face. His eyes slowly opened in response, a number of long deep breaths followed taking in the fresh air.
"Another day in the 'Land Of The Dead' huh?"
He sighed to himself and hopped out of his resting place, which allowed a surge of pain to ripple throughout his body. Even a month ago this would have been an unbearable process and would have taken him minutes to accomplish with the least repercussions. Today it was bearable. The bandages were fresh and loose. His skin could breathe, leaving him feeling refreshed against the cool air. Still, this steady sting was a constant reminder of those events some months ago. Of anyone else, they weighed heavily on him the most. He cared not for what occurs in the central division, or any of the smaller stories that developed amongst those of his lower seated allies. Only the fate of his fellow Captain, Higen filled his heart. That day Maho had approached the Geezer in the hopes of further developing his Shunko. He never did get the time he wanted, nor the response. The man had been at rest for months. All he could do was wonder, try to forget, them resolve himself to not forget at all. His weakness, above all else, weighed the heaviest on his heart. The Dragon, wounded by his own flames. What a joke...
He wobbles over to his desk, wasting little time he scans the month's SCC column once more, any mistakes are quickly made correct. Once he is satisfied, he opens his bottom drawer, as he often does and takes out his special black case. Popping it open he takes stock of his cigars. Full, perfect.. His eyes look down again, then widens. Running low though, I should take some seed with me later. He takes a large bag and plops it on his desk. Moments later, a lower seated member of his division enters the room. "Morning Captain! Are we ready to release this month's issue?"
Yeah, I've given it the final once over. You're good to release it now. I'm gunna' be at the fourth Division today for a few hours. If any of you see Jiro, Let him know this. Also, remind him of the punishment for failing to submit assignments on time. I did not see the submission HE told me he was doing here. The fool. The rest of you are free to continue as you are today.
The man bows and backs out of the room with this month's issue in hand. Maho then wastes no time, he is due for a hot and cool oil treatment today. Having rejected any form of Kido based healing, out of respect for his injured ally, he has opted to do things the old fashioned way. This has caused his healing process to take significantly longer, however it has allowed his body the adapt much better to heat. The injuries that were internal were another matter however, forcing him to compromise, allowing the essential oils used on his body to be enhanced by the arts to a degree. That was all his pride would allow him to receive.
He takes his case of cigars and his bag of seed and leaves his own division behind. The walk across to the other side is rather quick. He takes his time as he strolls through observing souls going about their lives within the Seireitei. He takes this time to spark one, a long pull of smoke entering his lungs and resting for a few seconds. He thought back to that day, and the lives lost in the chasms of his design. Though even the loss of those souls, now reborn in the world of the living weighed heavily on him, along with everything else he could not help but find solace in what still remained. He would have to be better, faster...stronger in order to preserve it.
He swam around in these thoughts for a time, walking aimlessly. When his eyes finally focused, he had arrived just outside the fourth division. Many more shinigami were running about, doing medical drills, or for that matter, the real thing. Things are busy as ever here. He had grown accustomed to referring to the 4th Divisions Barracks as a medical ward because that is what it most resembled. Sure, many members went to the do work in numerous hospital bays all across the Seireitei, but none of those had as great medical accommodations as their headquarters. That went without saying. The large barracks resembled a medical campus if one was to be official about it. All of it was always impressive and necessary for the future of the soul society.
He entered, still smoking and followed the loudest voices and presences. A few watched him as if wanting to say something, most likely about his smoking. When they finally realized who he was, they let it slide and went about their duties. He arrived just in time to hear the trail end of Jinnosuke's outrageous introduction. Even Maho knew that introduction wouldn't go well with the brutish woman. His voice cuts through the noise clearly and with distinction. Though his casual poise remained constant in his tone.
"Now Jinno. Even you know better than that. You don't want Hageshi San' To punch that green dongle off yo head do you? Heh...You have a death wish."
He observed Jinno prop open a window and motioned over to be near it out of consideration for the arts and patients being practiced here.
"Screw those books you been reading, I'm here for this week's treatment. Hell, I didn't even know you could read! Who taught you to do that without permission huh?!"
He laughed out loud and pat Jinno on the shoulder then leaned comfortably against the wall.
"Oh, and morning to you, Omoni San" His head bowed just a bit, enough to show respect to the herculean woman without having to truly 'lower' himself in the process. A simple but well-known nod of acknowledgment.

 

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Omoni was focused on keeping a professional demeanor so as much as she desired to throw a couch at the bellowing bastard who found his way to the 4th division, she could not because she did not want to break anything in fact, she could picture Yuna whimpering about it now.
’ My FAVORITE couch?! ’ As if the selection of which piece of furniture to use as a weapon truly mattered. Man sometimes she just didn’t understand that boy’s logic. For one the galute was being way too noisy. The division was a place of silence and mending with tons of patients trying to sleep away injuries they’d sustained. It was already a stressful process without Uekū shaking the heavens with his call. Not to mention he referred to her in a way that she did not appreciate and silently vowed he would rue that decision soon or later.

“ Books are almost as annoying as you! Why did you bring them here?! ”
As she grew closer she noticed Jinnosuke was not the only one who had come for a visit. The scent of the cigar was all she actually needed to recognize that it was Captain Kojima. He was a well rounded pal that she had become fond of smoking with. It was a chill vibe the two had going on however whenever it came to fists they spoke an entirely different language with vicious personas that usually left the area in shambles. Regardless, she was glad to see him and Maho so though her words may have come off harsh rest assured there was a grin on her face. The woman is usually wary when coming into the presence of others but these two were one of the exceptions she had managed to befriend who not only withstood her natural ‘glow’ but seemed to relish being in it. Enough to choose to spend their precious time with her and that was good enough. Still, she was irked. Was that smoke? In the kid’s OFFICE?!
“ Normally, I’d kick your asses from here to the Rukongai but lucky for you two I gotta watch the fort. Put em’ out.”
As much as she was a burning bush conseguir herself, she drew a line when it came to smoking around the office or patients. Additionally, This was her way of saying she really wanted a piece of them both. For her to be so bold indicated the monstrous matron was bored. Omoni never did like busy work and it was so detested by her that she turned down the couple of promotions to captain knowing a lot of it was just being busy with words and other things she didn’t find remotely interesting. Why was this bad? It meant she had become restless during those three months and she was known for being slightly disruptive when this happened. It must have been driving her nuts. She’d challenge them both there and now if she didn’t believe she had to take her role as Lieutenant seriously and look after the division left under her care.
Glancing at Maho, Omoni continued.“ I know you got a check up.” Her attention turned back to the pompadour man “ Then, what the hell are you doing here, eh?--” It was then that she put two and two together and came to the conclusion that he had stolen them from their library and was obviously now returning the haul. That action isn’t what concerned her, it was what could have fueled it. Something lit a fire under Jinnosuke that much was clear.

 

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Half way through his cigarette he saw Maho out the corner of his eye. Turning to face him his body would reveal itself covered in bandages from his neck down. "Now Jinno. Even you know better than that. You don't want Hageshi San' To punch that green dongle off yo head do you? Heh...You have a death wish."
"Screw those books you been reading, I'm here for this week's treatment. Hell, I didn't even know you could read! Who taught you to do that without permission huh?!" Jinno laughed a bit before taking another deep drag of his cigarette. " Heh Scary right, The Brute with a brain i can see it now hahaha!" Just as he was laughing it off with Maho he heard Omoni shouting back at him. " Books are almost as annoying as you! Why did you bring them here?! ”
He would turn and chuckle a bit before blowing another large drag out. "Just returning these before someone looks for them. I've been studying about our Zanpakuto. Not specifics but what goes into making a blade, well a blade. I also needed to know how Reiatsu worked so i borrowed a lot of yuyu's books on the subject. He would then notice her brow arching in anger. " Normally, I’d kick your asses from here to the Rukongai but lucky for you two I gotta watch the fort. Put em’ out.” He would grin taking one last drag and then reached up grabbing it Jinno would flick it out the window. He would then walk over and scoop the books up. " That's right, i may not exactly of asked to borrow little Yuyu's books but, He would be proud of me for reading so i figured he wouldn't mind. Also good timing you two, I wanted to talk to you about something. " He would walk over to a small and frail 4th Division shinigami and thrust the pile of books into their arms, sending them tilting to and fro down the hallway and off to the library.
Jinno would then turn around and put his hands on the back of his head and give off a deep sigh." The first thing i wanna talk to you two about is joining in that treatment, My bones still hurt after showing off my Bankai and nearly turning them into dust. The second thing is. Well, I think i want to transfer Divisions, and go Into the 8th Division." He would then clench his fist and send an ache of pain throughout his body.

 

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" Heh Scary right, The Brute with a brain I can see it now hahaha!"
The two shared a lighthearted laugh, before Omoni's voice cut through the smoke that formed in the air around them.
"Books are almost as annoying as you! Why did you bring them here?!”
Her words were packed with angst. It immediately shut Maho up. He carefully took in a puff of herb and blew it stealthily out his nose.
"Just returning these before someone looks for them. I've been studying about our Zanpakuto. Not specifics but what goes into making a blade, well a blade. I also needed to know how Reiatsu worked so I borrowed a lot of Yuyu's books on the subject."
Interesting...So even Jinno's Goofy ass has been hard at work...
"Normally, I’d kick your asses from here to the Rukongai but lucky for you two I gotta watch the fort. Put em’ out.”
It became apparent that the events all those months had been on everyone's backs. Omoni had much to do in her captain's stead, caring for Higen no doubt. Maho preferred it this way, in comparison. He'd be damned if he'd allow Yuyu's oddly porcelain hands to touch his body. That was way out of it. He was still a male by all accounts. Omoni's agitation seemed to steadily rise, her declaration to kicking their ass was fully understood. They medicinal though... or so he didn't say. Under normal circumstances, he may have, but he knew how it was in someone else's house. He wasn't the type to come in and rub his dirty shoes on another person's carpet. By now, his cigar had burned itself into a roach, hardly anything worth saving. he flicked it out the window at the same time as Jinno, allowing the stub of a leaf twirl out onto the ground below.
“I know you got a check-up.”
what the hell are you doing here, eh?--”
"That's right, I may not exactly of asked to borrow little Yuyu's books but, He would be proud of me for reading so I figured he wouldn't mind. Also good timing you two, I wanted to talk to you about something."
The large stack of books was handed off to a pair of unlucky shinigami who carefully waddled off to return them to where they belonged. Maho couldn't help but feel sort of bad for them. The decisions of those above them weighed down on their individual duties as well. Though he didn't show it. His hands were placed in the pockets of his Haori, he not once moving from his leaning position against the wall, just to the left of the window. Jinno's word piqued his interest for the moment, the herbs neutralizing much of his remaining pains. Another surprise...what this man want with us?
"The first thing I wanna talk to you two about is joining in that treatment, My bones still hurt after showing off my Bankai and nearly turning them into dust. The second thing is. Well, I think I want to transfer Divisions and go Into the 8th Division."
He recalled the tanker like Bankai he had unleashed during his Captains Exam. A powerful weapon, but one that payed a heavy price. Ultimately they felt that in addition to such a burden ridden weapon, his approach needed some work. He had been still too cocky and uncalculated for the role of Captain. Still...He's makin' an effort to change his thinking? I'm impressed... Maho wondered what he could be after in the eighth? Could he be trying to unlock the secrets of the Zanpakuto in order to improve his own? That division had been fairly quiet as of late, only seated members who took up the craftsmanship of basic Zanpakuto. They were skilled, but their division lacked a master of the arts. It is estimated that a broken Shikai could take weeks and even months to complete even with their combined efforts. If he's serious about this, then it could prove fruitful..
"..Hm...the eighth huh?"
He idled, lost in his imagination about the future. He was sure Omoni would eventually lead them to where they were, once Jinno got his words out. He had read all those books and it made him talk even more.