[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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Wind flew through the girl's hair as the Lieutenant Shunpo her to the fourth division barracks. Her eyes closed tight, throat sore, and her arms i a pain that was completely indescribable. She was still in shock, but she stopped screaming when they got in the air, but that didn’t stop the silent tears leaving her eyes.
She still was a little bummed that it ended up like this. She was starting to get really excited; confident even. But that was thrown out of the window. And now she has to go to fourth to get put back together, if they were even able to do so. She heard of their work, how amazing they were. Hell, this was their specialty. But that didn’t stop the blue haired girl to be a little weary.
She knew they had arrived because the wind had slowed down, but she didn’t open her eyes. And she was happy she didn’t because within seconds, people were around them, talking loudly. Some in awe at what they were seeing, some a little angry that they didn’t enter from the gate, others asking what was going on.
It was maddening.
She felt herself being taken from Katsuo, which she didn’t fight. She wanted to be as far away from the man as possible. She knew, deep down, that he was only trying to teach her the ways of how it was outside the training room. But, she also felt she could trust him. He knew her training style more than a lot of people, and she would never have thought he would go this far.
She opened her eyes slowly to see a man carrying her. She didn’t know him, which made it a little less embarrassing. They didn’t speak as they lowered her onto a metal table, and she easily allowed them to place her there.
She still could hear from outside the door of the clinic. She heard the hurried footsteps of someone coming towards the clinic.
”Liutenant Od we brought them..
Suddenly she felt sick. She knew what they were. Her arms. She slowly looked to the right, staring at the stump there. Armless. She felt a few tears starting again but she held them in. She was tired of crying. She was tired of feeling sorry for herself.
This could be a good thing.
Every new story of growth has setbacks. And this was one of them. Yes, it caused her to lose trust in a friend and go through pain she never felt in her life. She hoped she could go up from this, get better.
Get stronger.
This was the mindset she had when the women had walked into the room again. She didn’t look as she placed her arms down onto the table. She didn’t say a word, her eyes not leaving the ceiling.
And they got to work, almost instantly which Himari was thankful for. No questions, no nothing. It made her comfortable. And before she knew it, the pain from her arms was completely gone.
She couldn’t feel anything at all.
She let them work, not moving an inch. She felt their Reiatsu as they worked, making her slowly open her eyes to see them place her arm by the hold it belonged to. It was fascinating, watching as their reiastu’s bonded her arm back on. It was truly amazing what the shinigami race could do.It always fascinated her.
Not too long later, he women stepped back, and a group of others came and cleaned her up. Cleaning the blood away. When they had wrapped her arms, they lifted her off the table, walking her out of the room.
As they did, she looked back at the women. Not saying anything but nodding her head in thanks.
She hoped, after this, she could use her arms normally again.

 

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He would look up from Himari and nod to the division four members, who quickly got to work repairing his friend… well probably not anymore after this; it was clear she no longer wanted to be near him from the way she left him. He sighed a bit of relief that she was being taken care of, twisting his shirt sleeves nervously together hoping she'd be alright. It was unfortunate but he couldn't stay to see her fully recovered. He didn't want to say anything more about it to Himari… let her think what she wants, if she never wanted to see him again he understood.
"Inform Captain Oda and Lieutenant Suta, Himari Shimi is recovering here from training… Whatever her condition may be, Tenzen can take it out of me later. I have some work to do… I'll come visit her later if she wants…
She wouldn't want to. Himari can make it through though. He believes in her, and always has since they met. He remembered the first time he saw her, at the gate to the world of the living in Division 5, Gate guardian? She'll definitely have to get stronger if Tenzen wants to keep her there. Any intruder that enters that gate would kill her, and Katsuo would be heartbroken. He picked up his things and went to division Thirteen barracks to change out of his bloodied clothes, and get to Karakura town.
During the last 100 years, Gates to Karakura and Naruki city were built in 10th and 13th division respectively, and they have had their own people guarding them. Katsuo can get to Karakura much easier now thanks to that. He looked to Himari's healer, and to the blood on his shirt and pants.
"You don't uh… need any if this? Uhh…"
They better have spare clothes if they did need any of the blood on his clothes, because there was no way, no chance in hell he was going down the road to 13th buck naked.
"Or can I just go to my barracks and change?"
Might as well wait to see what they say. It could be something else they need from him, who knows about these things. He waited patiently for a response from them.

 

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Listen Here

"Oi!!! Sanyu, Shōri, get up and come out here! It's about time that we take a trip to find the Captain in the Rukongai!"

Signy’s eyes shot open; a fierce scowl plastered on her face. She utterly despised being awoken early. It must have been extremely early for the sun was still up. Rolling over so her arm dangled over the edge, she groped for her uniform. The world seemed to shift and in moments she was face down on the floor. ”Fuck!” Her body shuttered as she pushed herself onto her hands and knees.
”What did you do to us!?”
Her voice seemed to be an all-consuming sound, and all that answered it was silence where there would usually be Shori. Signy rushed to her window and gritted her teeth. The sun was not setting, it was still to the east. This isn’t right. No. This is an opportunity.
Her fingers pressed gently to her chest. ”Rest well, Shori. I Hope you cherished your time with everyone.” Her lips stretched into a smirk as she pulled on her hakama. Shooting a cursory glance into the mirror beside her bed, she liked what she saw. Gone were her mother’s horrid flaxen locks. She had retained Shori’s ombre waves. She’d always envied Shori for having the better hair color, even when her bangs started to grey.
Hoisting her zanpakuto onto her shoulder, Signy channeled her reiryoku to her feet and pushed off the ground, disappearing a touch more sluggishly that she would have liked. Reappearing moments later in front of Atsuko, she forced her face into a pleasant smile. ”Good morning, Lieutenant Ise. My apologies for over sleeping.” Her golden eyes surveyed the space before trailing down the stairs to see the other seated squad mate surrounded by dozens or origami birds. She listened intently as he addressed the lieutenant.
"Lt. Atsuko… if you like I can send these out into the Rukon and locate the captain for you, let him know we are on our way."
She leaned over and smiled as she waved to her teammate. ”Good morning, Sanyu.”

 

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Focused sets of eyes following each other, a clenched fist appearing, legs wobbling uncontrollably, another fist emerging. Jatiri, watching his comrades spar, shook his head as one of them hit the floor with a resounding thud. He turned away from them and settled into a stance. His legs were bent, left one ahead of the right. He raised his hands near his chin. Then he adjusted the distance between his feet, for their position wasn't adequate. One second came and went, and before another one could come, WOOSH, his left arm was extended as space ahead of him was consumed by a chilling wind. His left hand neared his chin again. He repeated the striking action and alternated it between both arms. Such an action had long since become habitual for him. He had to keep himself sharp, so he'd carry on striking until he worked up a sweat. To dedicate himself to training in this way was required. If he didn't, how would consistency be established? How would he maintain his speed and coordination? How would he improve those things? How would he improve his sense of timing? How would he be able to face the one hanging in the air? Hovering, Fukitsumyaku had his eyes on Jatiri. He hadn't uttered a word since he'd appeared.
"Faster!"
He commanded finally. His expectations were high, and he felt Jatiri should give everything he had to meet them. And if the boy sought improvement, he would have to either push himself or be pushed. Jatiri's fist, seemingly jerking forth some inches, retracted back by his chin. His fist didn't seem to travel far. However, it produced powerful winds. Jatiri looked to Fukitsumyaku and then repeated the seemingly short movement over and over.
For years now, he'd trained so that, when the time came to scrap, he would be of use.
Exiting the Ninth's dojo, he watched as his vice-captain converted into smoke and vanished. Wiping away some sweat from training, he decided to spend some of his free time with Shu as the two were comrades but hadn't yet hung out together. His foot shifting, he disappeared.Northeast Seireitei → Southwest Seireitei

 

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Standing over the blue haired girl Yui could do nothing but give a simple smile. There were still tests to perform to ensure everything had gone well however she was hopeful. The issue that stood before her now was the girl's mental state. Regardless of the damage having been undone, such a feeling and sight would linger with her for quite some time. As she pondered over this another Division member approached her, informing her in a hushed tone that the man she had arrived with was asking questions over his clothing. She supposed she should handle him as well. His guilt was obvious, a fact that could hinder both of them should he continue to avoid the girl.
She gave a small bow and turned on her heel as she turned and left the room, returning to the trauma room where they had treated her. He seemed lost and confused as to what he should be doing exactly. Yui could only sigh. For once she wished for Junko. The mere presence of her reiatsu would be able to calm the man to a state that would make him easier to console. Perhaps she had become more reliant on the woman than she had wanted to admit. Crossing the room she reached into a cabinet, pulling out plain white robes. They would be enough to keep him from having to run back to his barracks practically naked. Approaching him with her lips turned up in just the slightest smile she offered the clothing that rested on the palms of outstretched hands.
"I'll give you a moment to change. I know this was an accident but I'm unsure if Sixth will want these items so we'll need to hang on to them for now,"
With a bow she exited the room, slowly shutting the door behind her without turning around. Leaning against it she mulled over the look on his face. He had no intention of visiting the injured girl. His guilt would not allow it. Pressing her lips together in thought she began to speak, finding it easier to reach out in a heartfelt manner when not faced directly with him.

"If I were injured so badly...I wouldn't want to be alone. Even when you know you'll be okay...healing is harder when you're sad and lonely. Surrounded by a sea of faces you don't recognize. We've done what we can. What she needs now is a friend. Even if they hurt her by accident. Avoiding her won't make her feel any better. I know I'd...I'd feel worse. Like I let you down so much you can't even face me. Or so...that's what I believe, Lieutenant,"
On the other side of the door she was uncertain of how he would process this. Would he become angry and lash out? Would he run away? Uncertainly she waited for him to emerge, ready to escort him to either the exit or the girl's new room.

Before Yui had been told of the situation with the Lieutenant Akito was informed he would be needed to run routine testing on a woman who had recently been healed. He read through the hastily written chart as he waited for Yui to leave the room, entering once she had passed him by. From what he gathered on the paperwork she had received a rather nasty training injury. With the quick actions of those around her she was most likely to make a quick and complete recovery. Moving further into the room he set the file down on a table near the door, the nurses left behind parting for him to approach the bed. He smiled warmly to the girl, looking at the sun shining down on them through her window.
"A lovely day and patient, I guess I have all the luck,"

Giving a small laugh he moved his hands over her arms, feeling for the flow of her own reiatsu within them. The traces of those that healed her was fading, their work having finished. Happy with what he discovered he gave a small nod of his head, the head nurse of the woman knowing what he would be looking for making notes in the chart he had left behind.
"Now beautiful girl, can you show me how strong you are? I'll need your help here,"
Another large grin. Authentic. Though known for being somewhat cowardly, especially after they had had a hollow within the barracks, he was better acknowledged for his genuine care for his patients. With this he would ask Himari to lift her arm, one then the other. Higher. Lower. Move it as far back as you can. Set it back down. More nods of approval he then placed a fist against the palm of her hands. "Push hard," he instructed, followed by placing his hands on top of hers, requesting her to now push upward against him.
Once finished with this he meticulously checked her reactions and ability to move from her shoulder down to her fingertips. Every joint inspected. Every inch looked over. The treatment had gone well enough that he found no loss of motion and even the location of the wounds would leave little to no scarring. Happy with his findings he sat beside her on the bed and clapped his hands together once before raising his arms in the air as if in a signal of victory.
"I declare you fully functional!" is joke was nearly a shout, the room filling with the sound of an almost unison hissed 'hush' from every nurse in the room. With a small chuckle he pretended to look abashed by them before returning his attention to Himari. "If you feel ready you should be able to be discharged by tomorrow morning. Just so we can run more tests. Just as a precaution, standard for such a severe wound. How does that sound?