[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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“I trust you understand what this means, Nibui..." the Captain concludes, after his lengthy warning on Nibui’s status. While he had gotten better at managing his Bankai and strengthening the relationship between his zanpakuto and himself, the 1% chance that he could slip… memories of that day were burned into the boy’s soul, untreatable, unforgettable. The former lieutenant’s power liberated forcefully as a final plea for help, strong enough to shake the form of Soul Society; There was no doubt Nibui’s power had the potential to be limitless, but he had to be smart about it. The Captain knew and even if Nibui didn’t want to admit it to himself, Yū had to be sure the shinigami was aware of the risks if he was to recklessly train himself to the edge like that again.
The Captain remains seated, his jaw resting on his hand. With a slight nod of understanding from Nibui, Yū raises himself from his chair.
“Good! If there’s anything el–" the boy speaks before coming to a sharp halt of words. A shadow suddenly eclipses the small Captain.

"Captain Nakamoto."
“Y-yes?
“Orders for you from the Captain Commander sir."
“Ugh… me again?” Yū muses to himself, exasperation more than clear on his face at the sight of the emblazoned letter. “Last time this happened, the dude basically turned into a sack of meat… with holes… and one arm... Haven’t they learned by now that I am just not suited for this task?” he expresses, his frustration building with every passing second. He would prefer any other duty, ANYTHING, then have to proctor yet another captain prospect.
The memory of captaincy tests triggers yet another memory to form into his perpetually active mind. It had been quite some time since he had last seen the last prospect, Tenzen Oda– the bright smile he shared with the Captain after his own test and immediate promotion being the last real memory all those months ago. The same deep pit in his stomach that emerged from the guilt and inability to help the Golden Captain after his accident was slowly beginning to form... this wasn't the time for reminiscing.
Childishly, he snatches the letter from the messenger’s hand, a rare display of irritation from the doctor. The exact moment his hand grips the envelope, a large knock echoes on his door. Startled, the young Captain turns toward the door and just as swiftly as his silent entrance, the messenger from before vanishes completely.
“One second!” Yū cries out towards the door, fighting to open the envelope delicately with his thin fingers. Within seconds he gives up, ripping the wax and the entire envelope messily and allowing the shreds to fall by his feet. He hastily unveils the letter, desperate to read its contents despite already knowing what's to come… “Well, who’s next…”

Quote:
Captain Nakamoto,
You and your fellow Captains have been summoned for a meeting. You are to report to the Captains Hall immediately.

“What the…” he mutters to himself.
“The work never stops, huh?” Nibui finally chimes in, this time with a casual cheeky comment.
“No, it doesn’t…” Yū replies absentmindedly, teal eyes still transfixed on the letter grasped between his two hands. No matter what orientation he read the words on the paper, its message was plainly clear.
“So, I have to go… like right now,” the Captain states flatly as he approaches the door. He tucks the letter in his haori and quickly slides the door open to greet whoever it was that knocked on his door only moments ago. The boy raises his head in order to greet… no one. He peers his head out of the doorway and turns to the left… then turns to the right… to the sight of no one. 'Musta' not been important...' he reflects.
“I trust you can see yourself outta' here, Nibui. Stay out of trouble, yeah?” Yū declares with a smile, before bolting down the hallway to the main waiting room.
He had been waiting to find Omoni for awhile, just to speak with her, just to even see her for a few moments.
"Hey, is Omoni around somewhere? I heard she came back today?" the Captain inquires enthusiastically, virtually leaning his entire body weight over the check-in counter.
"Oh, you just missed her. Something about an assignment in Karakura Town regarding Lieutenant Ueku's injuries."
"Already?! She just got back!" Yū frantically questions.
"I don't know the specifics, but it seemed important. Got a 13th division escort and official approval from the Omnitsukido and everything... Sorry..." the nurse informs. She can tell the young Captain is disappointed and was looking forward to seeing the lieutenant as she had been absent from the barracks in some months now. In fact, it was quite possible he was the only one who could drum up the feeling of yearning for someone as gruesome as Omoni Hageshi... just what did he see in her?
"It's fine... thanks. Anyways, I got to get going. Commander's waiting on me, so I'll be out for awhile," Yū discloses abruptly. He quickly makes his way to the door and the moment the sun breaks open to illuminate his skin, the young Captain is gone in a flash.
Northeast Seireitei ––––> Central Seireitei

 

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Despite his familiarity with Shin'eki, Ijoushi was still somewhat startled by his abrupt burst of enthusiasm, and he perked his head in the boy's direction as he came forth. His peppy, warm demeanor was a stark but refreshing change from the horde of crude, dull, unseated Shinigami he was recently accompanied by; and Suru couldn't help but meet his brother with a wholehearted smile. It had been a while since the two of them had been acquainted, and although their passion was intense, it was somewhat reasonable.
"You might wanna be careful though, it's kin-"
Shin'eki's almost aggressive maneuver interrupted the Shinigami's comment, and he found himself caught in the boy's surprisingly stern clutch, pulled forward against his will. He sighed and accepted the gesture, realizing it was no use to struggle.
"Aw, c'mon, not even a moment to linger and catch up?" Ijoushi muttered halfheartedly, knowing his fate was already decided.
He supposed he should've expected this behavior from the Fifth Seated member and his childish nature, and smiled discretely as he was pulled; comforted by the Shinigami's excitement. Inhaling, he craned his neck, and did his best to cast his gaze in the direction Shin'eki was looking, wondering where the red-haired Shinigami would lead them.
"Hmph, fine," He murmered, raising his voice after briefly pausing. "All right..! So, Where are we headed first?"

 

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He was still lightly easing back into bed when he heard more commotion outside his room. Jinnosuke's body was overtly destroyed. A sack of meat jelly holding in the dust of his bones. The small motions and things he did were the result of his sheer willpower to not be complacent in his injuries. He was just about to try getting out of bved when the commotion started to build outside. With a lifted brow he looked over his medical room, never having done so before. Usually he would glance at his surroundings and move on, now taking them in and absorbing the minute details Yu and his staff do to make the place not only comfortable but efficient as well. The commotion soon grew silent, a passing group of people perhaps.
He started to flex the muscles in his legs, a jolt of pain, a shutter from the muscles grabbing onto nothing, stiffening, and then setting a street fire to his nerves. " OHHHH,,,, YEAH! That hurts baby.... " As he was starting to ease himself up, the door burst open. From it Junko came spinning into the room like a hurricane of happiness. She plopped down on the edge of Jinnosuke's bed, he was unbothered by the small sting of pain from the balance shifting. " Fukutaichō, we wouldn't want to to call Omoni-sama back, would we?" Entered Jinnosuke's ears, Heh he forgot to sense for spiritual pressures before trying to get up.
" H..Hey... I was just trying to get a drink of water! " Jinno would look around but there was yet a glass of anything except his iv, steady pumping numbing chemicals into his body. "Also, i told you. Call me Jin, none of that formal stuff, baby. " He managed a smile and a left handed finger gun that made him shiver with pain as he lifted it up. Groaning as he eased back down he would listen to her speak further.
""Apologies, Fukutaichō, but they are correct. We cannot allow you to move until your injuries are fully discovered and healed. Please remain still until they have been completed. If you don't I do have the authority to put you to sleep until your health is no longer in such a delicate position, sir. The nurses will take you--" He smiled and nodded understandingly, but as she was almost finished a group burst through the door. This prompted Jinnosuke to scream at them.
His eyes lit up with a glowering neon green, the killing intent of The Devil Jin.
" YOU MONGOLOIDS GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I CRUSH YOU!" Veins bulged in his throat and forehead as he yelled a mighty roar accompanied it. The nurses at this point started to wheel him out, before he was mocved completely to another section of the wing to have his bones examined more closely, Jinno would take the clipboard with his injuries and hold his hand to speak to Junko a little longer.
"This the list of parts i smashed huh.... Let me look it over for my own morbid curiosity, and Junko.... It's Jin to you. He let the nurses take him from there, being brought on bed rest through hall after hall, Jinno was able to spot Nibui as he passed a section. Nodding to the boy he would remember their own fight not too long ago. Placing his jellied left hand over his chest where a small slanted slash had scared from Jinno forcing Nibui to run him through. It was the only way he could get it through to Nibui that Jinnosuke lives for pain. Reaching his new room there was a large orbital machine. The nurses strapped him in and it went to work. Neon green lights scanned over his body. Flickering, and revealing that there was nearly no bone structure left. Omoni would have to hurry if Jinnosuke had any plans on training in the future.

 

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Sharp like a knife—his stare can be compared to such form of intensity; in the eyes of others, it appears to be out of malice. With such energy of anger emitted off the surface of the man's skin as he held onto the hilt. As he was preparing to depart from the Ninth Division by himself—knowing that he was to operate better alone; as the third seat. It might be a surprise to many; that he was to investigate things alone. Could this be an atone to his failure he felt he owe the division for? To not obtain vital information under the many's noses as he should. At the same time, there was something.... new about him.. More refined in his posture and even will. But what could this be? With a mission to set out and acquire fresh information about the residents of the Soul Society as well as in the World of the Living...Just what is it that he's so focused on?
"......................................................"
Quick like lightning; he initiated his soul to move in such blurring movement. A testament of his cultivation in his mind and soul to condition his natural physicalities to outrun the side effect of his miserable luck. Luck was brought forth by the Zanpakuto as well as the reiatsu. With a sudden blur, this was to note that he didn't leave behind any sound from the feet. It was like a breeze, nothing could be wise to tell otherwise except, for instance, other specialists of Shunpo like him.
With a focus to find his best friend.

 

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It had been two hours since Katsuo’s arrival at the emergency area of the 4th Division. Despite all the commotion and shouting of the Fukutaicho of the 11th division, he remained asleep. He had begun to gain consciousness, slowly taking in information with his hues. First thing he noticed was that he had a non-re-breather upon his mouth; his left hand moved up and had removed it since he was capable of breathing perfectly. Doing so Katsuo felt a very sharp pain in his left shoulder as he had shifted slightly when he moved his arm.
He sat up and looked around, noticing nurses and other injured shinigami around him, some far more serious than his own injuries. ’’So, I’m 4th’s area.’’ He said in a soft tone and moved himself completely, swinging his legs and feet over the bed and resting his feet upon the ground. Katsuo called out to a nurse he spotted who was free, ’’Ehh… Hello, nurse!” The nurse looked up and had approached him, ’’You are awake sir. How are you feeling? She asked him and Katsuo simply nodded and replied back, ’’Much better, thanks. May I speak to someone in-charge?’’
Katsuo asked her, though the only person here in charge for the time being was Junko Izumi as the 4th’s Captain is away and their Lieutenant is in the world of the living. So the nurse said she was going to go get the most senior member currently available. Before she left though, she turned around and suddenly glared at him and then warned him with every intent to murder, ”If you move your ass… I’ll murder you. Katsuo simply blinked and laughed a little with unease, ”Aha.. Hahaha.. I promise I won’t budge another muscle.” He sat there, stiff as a statue, already sweating and thinking to himself, ’4th division.. Is scary.’
Katsuo now waited for the nurse to get the most senior member available to come check up on him and treat him.

4th Division Emergency