[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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The man's initial harsh reaction made her falter, hand lifting to hover a few inches from the door. Knowing so little about the man and his situation perhaps she should have approached him in a less excitable way. It was simply in her nature, as well as a tactic that would more often than not put the patient at ease with her. Opening her mouth to apologize with a promise to return later she was interrupted as he began to speak. A soft smile spreading across her face she felt the reiatsu within recede to a more tolerable level.
She hesitated for a few moments, considering he should be healing and not worrying about controlling his reiatsu-he was given his sealed room for a purpose. However, in her mind it would be rude to not accept the obvious invitation after he had gone through the trouble; she also could take the opportunity to ensure his IVs were still properly placed and flowing.
Bracing herself she opened the door, biting at the inside of her lip at the sensation, slipping inside to close the door and seal once more. Taking a breath she focused on pushing her own reiatsu outward, fending his off the best she could. Pulling a chair near his bedside she stepped away from it to check his drips, assuring all three were flowing well and still had enough fluid. By her estimate he wouldn't need them to be changed for at least another few hours. Finished with this she returned to the chair and took a seat. Smiling over at the man she was taken back by his appearance. What had he been through? More than anything physical, his face appeared worn and tired.
Once more trying to aid him, she focused her pressure toward him while flashing a large smile toward him. For once she was at a loss for words, unsure of what to say to the man. He needed no comforting or explanation of his condition; medically there was nothing more to be done. However, from what she had heard about the man, he could certainly use some sort of company after his ordeal. Tilting her head slightly her smile softened a bit.
"I'm sorry you have to be hidden away like this. Now that you're awake you must be incredibly bored. Maybe I could bring you some books or something..."
Thinking aloud somewhat as she gave the suggestion she considered what she would be able to do to make his time stuck in the small room more bearable.

 

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ASHURA NOJUKUBI

Resting in the tree nearly dozing off, however his quiet time would be interrupted. Ashura felt a new presence arrive. He was near Daiki who remained in the training area. The man would arrive quickly his spiritual pressure began to unleash upon the 7th division, his killing intent could be felt. Breaking those down who didn’t have the will or strength to fight said feeling. Ashura shrugged off the feeling of this fellow shinigami’s spiritual pressure, the young man felt no fear not even from one far superior to him would cause him to be scared unless they could utterly stop his movement. However this wasn’t the case, the boy would stretch out his arms legs out wide forming a shape of a star; he’d nearly fall out of the tree as he began to lean. He’d flail his arms and legs catching himself and his zanpakuto in the process, taking a deep breath as he recovered. The young man would stand on the branch he rested on and he drew his sword, he could sense a disturbance amongst his lesser allies, some screaming others crying in pain. He figured it was about time he’d do something. Following the massive energy source that seemed to come from the unrecognized shinigami, Ashura began to unleash his reiatsu buffing himself. He’d head back to the location he and Daiki trained.
Eventually returning to the training area shortly to find the culprit, his shunpo made sure it would only take 3 seconds to return.
“Hey you” the young man called out to the man causing these nightmares amongst the seventh division.
“What the hell do you think you're doing here, on our turf” the young man asked the fellow shinigami. It was clear he was not of the seventh division, nor were his intention giving off any positive vibes. “I’ll give you one chance to explain yourself quickly. and release my comrades from whatever devil work you have at hand or i won't hesitate to kill you” the young man warned the other shinigami. Ashura's reiatsu began pouring out with white fiery hues anyone who’d get to close would begin to feel the heat coming from his very soul. The young man stood atop of a wall 30ft away from the newcomers current position. Ashura’s true aura would be shown for the first time appearing as a white skull made of white flames. The boy had no idea of what this shinigami had planned, if this was intended to be a prank or mere training, the boy was uncertain given the current circumstances so he made due with preparing himself to be able defend the others. He’d make sure to keep track of the reiatsu signatures of Daiki, Katsuo, and the other shinigami who arrived suddenly with an unexpected treat. Ashura fairly gave him a chance to explain himself due to being a soul reaper, however something about the man seemed rather ominous and dark and Ashura was not digging it for one second.

 

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The young soul did not take long to accept his personal invitation and enter the specially crafted room for extremely powerful Shinigamis and other souls alike. It was amazing that he was even leaking this much power at all. It was certainly unlike him to not be able to control his own spiritual energy, especially on this type of scale. He was in bad shape, and the worst shape he had ever been in throughout his entire life and his three hundred year long career as a Shinigami of the mythical and infamous First Division.
Whilst allowing the soul known as Junko to tend to the medical devices he was involuntarily hooked to, Yami began to inhale and exhale slowly, attempting to slow his heart rate so that he could properly tune into the residual Reiryoku flowing through his veins and blood vessels. His entire spiritual makeup was tainted with Hell and its residual dimensional energy. No wonder he could not control himself or his spiritual energy properly. In fact, it was amazing that he was even alive at all. It was as if his very soul was being eaten away by an unknown affliction that he could not cure by his own will and strength alone. It was a good thing that he was rushed immediately to the Fourth Division barracks. However, he did wish to burden the medics any longer than he absolutely had to. With his own willpower alone, Yami began to sit up slowly in his medical bed. As comfortable as the mattress was, he did not have time to lounge around and be lazy when the entire dimension they all resided in was in great danger. Even with the bed straps and Reiryoku sealing fabrics restraining him, they slowly began to unravel before exploding outwards, and the concussive force from the miniature explosions of fabrics and Reiryoku treated leather caused the IV drips to explode entirely. It was nothing more than a show of force and his will to be in control of his power at all times no matter the circumstance. After all, that was one of his personal tenets, and one of the few codes of the First Division. Yami wasted no time in responding to the friendly young soul with a calm and apathetic yet slightly joyous baritone timbre tone of voice as he acknowledged her suggestion and agreed to it with a nod of his head.
"Yes, Junko. Bring me my medical records along with some Kidou Corps books that you all can dispose of."

 

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Katsuo had already resumed his training with his zanpakuto, whilst Daichi and Ashura continued to spar quite dangerously. At some point that had come to an end. Whilst these disputes were happening, a cruel darkness had invaded the 7th division, spiritual pressure almost completely concealed until suddenly, he let the whole division know that he was close by attempting to crush them with the sheer pressure of his spirit. Luckily for Katsuo, he could resist spiritual pressures of up to Lieutenant level and even exerted his own pressure to fight against it. Enveloping himself with his own spiritual energy, the explosive blue sparks flying out from his body in all directions, in a sense fighting off the invasive pressure coming from this one man. From what Katsuo could sense, the sudden spike in pressure came from Daichi’s and Ashura’s direction, or at least very close to them. Katsuo could not pin-point the pressure directly. Katsuo used his shunpo to make his way there quickly, but was soon stopped in his tracks as the spitting image of his mother had appeared before him. Knowing very little that he was being attacked mentaly as well.
Katsuo was surprised at first until his mother spoke, ’’Katsuo… My sweet boy…’’ It was then at this point that Katsuo knew, perfectly well that what was before him was a poor illusion. What he did not know was that the entire division was affected and that some of his fellow 7th division shinigami members were basically under the influences of an ability not known to him and that they were charging at him to attack, seeming that these many illusions of his mother were coming at him at every angle, spewing absolute nonsense. How was it that Katsuo knew this was an illusion? Well, if people knew his past, they would know that Katsuo was abandoned by his family at a young age and that he was not raised by his mother. Everything she said straight after was a load of crap. Katsuo smirked as they inched closer to him, all these imaginary images of his mother, Katsuo simply exerted his spiritual pressure further, letting the sparks of lightning strike toward most of these ‘fakes’.
Had he been successful, about 7-8 of these images would have been hit by the erupting nature of his lightning based spiritual pressure and would suffer minor burns and shocks throughout their whole nervous system, causing them to be momentarily paralyzed or even disappear. If that was the case, Katsuo would then shunpo out of the way to avoid taking any unnecessary damage from the remaining images and then dash forward toward Daichi and Ashura’s positions. It was clear that Division 7 was under attack by another, capable of creating some horrible illusions of people’s loved ones or horrid pasts. In Katsuo’s case, he was lucky enough that his past held no loved ones and that he did not care about their views of him, since it was them who had abandoned him in the first place. It was now that division 7 had to come together to fight this foe. What was strange was the fact that Katsuo could not see other members, but instead illusions of his mother around him. Well, he paid no attention to them, after all they were poorly manifested fakes, his mother never really cared.

 

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Just as suddenly as Ashura ran off, Daiki wouldn't get his chance to unpack and relax, for another battle contender would make themselves known, at least to the extent of establishing his own dominance by applying his spiritual pressure throughout the entirety of the 7th Division Barracks. This overwhelming sense of insanity was edging at the far cosmos of Daiki's expansive mind, making him feel the fear others were feeling, as if for a fleeting moment. A familiar, yet unusual scent washed over him, but that scent couldn't be real. His nose twitches violently trying to better read the scent roaming across his nose, it was there… but it shouldn't be. This scent had long since passed, in Daiki's youth.
He knew this scent wasn't real, just as soon as he'd heard rushing feet. It was then he understood that he was trapped in some sort of illusionary power that increased the amount of enemies, and brought back the dead.
"Daiki, you are an absolute disgrace to the Komamura name! How dare you call yourself my great-grandchild! You are a shame to our family! For this, you shall perish!”
The silhouette of his great grandfather was surrounded by unknown assailants, who proceeded to surround Daiki, who watched them carefully. The image of his grandfather did not bother him, for he knew the truth. The great wolf, Saijin Komamura died, over two and a half centuries ago, when Daiki was just a cub. As these beings lunged at Daiki he'd jump upward, and land out of the circle of illusions, toward the other scent, the cause of these visions.
It appears he was rather slow compared to his comrades, but what he lacks in speed, he more than makes up for in strength and defense. He turns to these images of attackers and his great grandfather.
""Ye lord! Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Truth and temperance, upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws." Hadō Number 33! Sōkatsui!
(蒼火墜, Blue Fire, Crash Down; Viz "Pale Fire Crash") from lifting his palm during the incantation, Daiki fired a blast of blue energy toward these illusions, to eliminate them all in one fell swoop, causing an explosion behind him.
"A little bit early for your tricks today, isn't it, Aikawa-Sensei?"
This man must have been really bored to attack Division seven flat out. Daiki stood his ground however. Seeing as Katsuo and Ashura had rejoined him in the courtyard before he had a chance to settle in, Daiki wondered if they could work together in tandem at all. Ashura was overconfident, arrogant even.. Katsuo was a bit Timid and under confident in his own ability, even if he seemed to be handling himself well.
"remember your training Katsuo, Hakuda will only take you so far, you got to put Reiatsu behind those attacks or your fighting style means nothing…
He looked toward Ashura, who stood on top of a wall 30 feet away. He had no doubt the boy could quickly close that gap.. but Enso Aikawa was actually closer to Daiki than the other two. Close enough the wolf man could follow his scent. He didn't need to sense Reiatsu leaking out. His ear flicked listening to Aikawa's cackles. The man was crazy. Literally. Daiki wondered how he even became a teacher at the academy. However, he's been one since before Daiki was born.
"We're receiving a valuable lesson from you today I presume?"
Daiki took a good Zanjutsu position for longer swords, and drew his own from his back. If Enso was going to try his best on them for fun… they might as well try their best on Enso.
"on behalf of Division seven, welcome."