[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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Two Weeks Previously
Though with a more serious face than before, Junko was able to spend the rest of the day with Mizu after the autopsy had been completed. The other squad members, reports in hand, were on their way and nothing lie before them afterward that was more strenuous than usual. Typically she would be back to her usual bouncy nature yet the image of the Captain's face would not leave her. There was something that was concerning him deeply, yet as he typically did he would keep such matters to himself. Bright eyes wandering down to the badge she donned, sheepish fingers removed the wooden gift and tucked it away in her pocket. It would be returned to the Captain as soon as he arrived. With Omoni's possible then definite departure Junko had never considered who would take her place. Accepting the badge and post had been unofficial in every way and had been simply both of their ways of coping. Accepting the position and rooting Omoni on was all she had been capable of at the time. The feeling had now faded and a fraudulent sensation began to take its place.
Surprised once more she received the promotion officially when Yu returned to Fourth Division. Devoid of any type of celebration or even excitement the role was given to her before the Captain once again retreated into solitude. Junko didn't require a pat on the back from him over the promotion. It had hurt her slightly however that the man seemed to have arrived at such a conclusion because it was a seemingly obvious choice or he had no other and simply needed to fill the spot. Although she wished to receive the same confidence that Omoni had displayed, she could not truly fault Yu. He had lost the one person in the squad who had almost constantly been at his side. Junko had carried a heavy heart over her loss despite seeing her no more or less with her now in a different Division. She couldn't allow herself to let both of their aches bar her from doing her best.
Present Day
Shusuke was watching as Junko inspected his wrist carefully. She had told him repeatedly it was a minor injury that he was only prolonging by not allowing it to rest. Sitting back in her chair with a bemused look on her face as he complained she voiced her thoughts on the matter. Though her tone was sharp, when she reached for him once more to finish with the examination she couldn't help but give a small smile. One of the few fellow Shinigami she could now call a friend. The man had pushed her-with very little convincing necessary- to unwind and socialize more. Her time had been spent training as well as cooped up in exam rooms, conference rooms or her new office. Even before she had focused completely on her work. The idea of having a friend was far from her mind. Although she viewed Mizu fondly, it was a relationship that centered around their work. She clicked her tongue at the thought. So much time spent training him yet not near enough getting to know him better. That would change soon enough.
Glancing back up at Shusuke she gave his wrist a light smack. "I declare you fully healed," With that she let him go, a smile on her face as she pushed her chair away from him and began to write in his chart. When he spoke her gaze returned to his face, her lips pressed together tightly. Concern rolled across her face unmasked. There was much about the situation she found unsettling, but all the more it made for an even busier day. Undoubtedly her Captain would be calling for her and others soon for their assignments. She worried for the man. Not due to a weakness she saw in him, just a simple care for his well-being and her inability to understand the reason why he was being forced.
Making herself smile she gave a nod to his words. Ninth had their hands full as well practically taking care of the entire event by themselves. Both of them were looking down on a very long and difficult day. "Good luck on your duties today and don't work too hard. We'll have to meet after the games for a drink," She gave him a small wave as he let himself out, now very familiar with her office and Fourth's barracks.
Turning back to the file on her desk she set on finishing with it when the door's closing was halted. The nurse appeared a bit flustered, though her relayed message was clear. Signing off on the paperwork she slammed the folder shut, handing it to the nurse on her way out of the room with a grateful bow of her head. Making her way to the lobby she nearly bumped Mizu who arrived at the same time as she, her gaze focused on the intensity of their Captain's face. Her face straightened uncomfortably again, though now it was guilt rising. Though feeling it necessary to offer her aid to him whenever she had given him a wide berth the last couple weeks in preparation for the games. There were no words of confidence or comfort she could offer the man. He needed to think and prepare on his own. Or so she thought. Perhaps she should have approached him before that day. It was difficult for her to know the proper actions in certain situations with her new position.
Body rigid, full attention on the Captain as he spoke. His first words were of no surprise and a relief to hear. Preparations had been made, leaving them only to focus on their work rather than setting up as well. However, his next warning made her face grim once more. Was he preparing to not return himself? Was he concerned that they would not survive an assignment in the World of the Living? Junko steeled herself in the face of his fears. Unlike Omoni she had no experience in the field, despite wishing for such for so many years. There was no certainty in her own self that she would survive such a situation yet she would not allow these fears to be shown to Yu.
"Yes, si-" cut off from her affirmation, preparing for Yu to leave before them, a blue-haired man rushed in loudly. Two shinigami accompanied him, bound by Kido to preserve them the best he could. Eyeing the barriers that were placed around the two she examined them from where she stood as nurses bounded forward with gurneys. Using their own techniques to allow the man to release the shields that had helped sustain the two men's lives, they worked alongside him as he was told when to deconstruct his work as it was replaced by theirs. The men were promptly rushed away to a nearby trauma room.
A look of annoyance was obvious on Yu's face. Junko felt it somewhat as well, curious how and why such extensive injuries would happen before the brutal games even began. Moving closer to the Captain she put her hand out, stopping him from approaching. "Captain, this is my part as well. Please allow us to attend to them so you are not late. I assure you Mizu-kun and I will both be at our stations before the games have started,"
Her eyes bore into him, begging for his faith in this moment. However there was no time to await his reply for any of them and with that she bowed deeply before turning, taking a light hold of Mizu's elbow and pulling him along with her for a moment before rushing after the nurses who had just departed. Teeth grit as she made her way down the hallway, her mouth felt like it wouldn't be possible to open with how tense her jaw had become. She hadn't exactly issued orders or anything to that extent but it had felt somewhat disrespectful to have behaved toward her Captain the way she had. As she approached the man on the gurney furthest from the door, the Lieutenant of Fifth it appeared, she took a deep breath. There was no time for any of them to worry about such things. If he wished to reprimand her for her behavior perhaps he would march in and do so before taking over right at that moment. But more likely he would wait until after the games. Leaving only one course of action-to finish the task ahead of her.
Standing between the wall and the gurney she glanced up to watch Mizu follow her within. Directing him toward the other patient, placing him as she was with the wall and bed and each side to allow him to see her actions. Calling for more nurses she assured the both of them had five on their sides. It wasn't an extremely complicated procedure for anyone of their level, though Junko was unsure if Mizu was familiar with what they were about to do and why it was essential to have so much back-up. There was a very long day stretching before them with more patients they had seen in a day in more than a hundred years. Junko's reiatsu that usually snaked about the hospital focused itself in the trauma room. The effects it gave to particular patients ranged from mild anxiety management to complete sedation. The nurses were aware Junko would be leaving at any time that day for the games and had been prepared beforehand to tend to such matters. For the moment, it felt as if the room was filling itself with her essence. Everyone within would feel calmer, more at ease, though also more focused on the task at hand. The two patients were forced into complete sedation. Although they could fight it, leaving true drugs on hand just in case. Neither needed their hearts pumping any faster nor needed the shock of both the pain and sight of what had occurred.
Two of the nurses would be in charge of maintaining the barriers while they were still needed. With how quickly they arrived it would not be very difficult to reattach the arms with no issue however every moment they spent in a statis rather than out in the open was less damaged and dying tissue that needed to be repaired and less blood loss. The remaining three nurses were there to help them with the placement of the limb as well as to help jumpstart the reiatsu of both of the men. This would aid with their recovery, mending themselves with their own power, and require less exertion from her and Mizu. Typically this wasn't necessary, but with the day that faced them, Junko had to consider both of their limitations.
The barrier of the right arm of Junko's patient and the left of Mizu's was released, along with that of each patient. One nurse for each would immediately begin with a painkilling Kido. Focusing their reiatsu on the nerve receptors through the crude stubs left of their arms. At the same time, another nurse would focus on halting the flow of blood of both the arms and near the shoulders. Once finished with the painkiller in case Junko's reiastu was fought against, the first would help the other with keeping the two men from bleeding out. With both of them looking at one arm each it was best to begin immediately. Placing the detached arms against the place it was cut, Junko and Mizu would begin with their own Kido. "Chiyudou number forty-eight: Fuka," Junko spoke aloud, more for Mizu than anything else.
Focusing her reiatsu on the bone first, a small layer mixed with the fellow Liuetenet's own to bind it back together. Outward, to the tendons. Veins. Muscles. Finally the skin. focusing on the tethers she created between them, encouraging each layer to bind themselves back together. Once finished the process would repeat again for the opposite arm. Without having to concern themselves with painkillers or barriers the nurses were able to supplement reiatsu to the patients, giving some relief to Junko and Mizu. Once finished with her own patient Junko stepped over to Mizu to examine his work. The nurses began to bind the arms of the men, more for stability than anything else as they still needed their rest. Nearly breathless from both the excitement of the situation as well as the exertion of the procedure itself she looked to her fellow member. "Good job, Mizu-kun," Straightening herself she moved toward the door, gesturing for him to follow her. "we're needed at our assignments. Yui-chan has done this before, please alert her if any changes occur in either of the patients."
With that, she was once more pulling on Mizu to follow her, heading toward the gates then outward into the Rukongai to the medical tent they had been assigned to. Once they had arrived Junko sat down harshly on the rolling chair she found near the entrance. "Are you excited yet?" The grin she displayed was a lie, though one nearly impossible to detect at the moment. Her concerns for her Captain, the patients they were forced to leave behind, the games in general....it was piling up. Yet all the woman could do is compartmentalize what was truly important in that moment and focus only on that. She and Mizu needed to do their best and that was all. They would work hard and by the end of the tournament, everything will have landed as it was meant to. There was nothing to be done now except wait.

 

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Fourth division was certainly quick to respond to his cries for help, and he was grateful for such a thing too. He had been here a few times in the past, but only waking up in a bed bed with wounds to recover from. One of the nurses had asked to deconstruct his barrier too which he did by moving his hand away from, to which the barrier began to disappear with haste. A sigh of relief came out as he began to walk out of the area, there wasn’t need for him anymore as they seemed to have had everything under control. Normally he would have stayed behind and examined their use of Kaidō, possibly learn how to utlize it but he had already made a commitment.
He would take a turn and then a shunpo to disappear from fourth entirely, where he began to take multiple steps towards seventh division. A smile began run across his face once more, the idea of seeing his wife again was becoming exciting as he hasn’t seen her in over a year; due to their divisions being busy both in the seireitei and Rukongai. Though a realisation soon came to mind, as he got closer and closer to seventh division’s he came to a realization that not only getting closer to his wife but also to Lieutenant Ise, a pervert who gathers candid shots of women, no doubt his wife had been in few of those photos. To this thought his smile disappeared before taking his final shunpo, to close the gap between him and seventh’s area, once he landed he began to walk the rest of the way.
“Bakudō #26. Kyokkō”
The light around him began to bend and warp until he was no longer insight of anyone or anything, with his reiatsu foot print was already lowered to the point where it was difficult for his reiatsu to be detected by an expert, but took it a step further into giving it just enough reiryoku to it impossible for all but a master to figure out where he was. He wasn’t too sure what to expect other than his wife, but he also wanted to make sure that Lieutenant Ise didn’t know he was on his way, unware that she was elsewhere within the soul society.

 

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Thoughts swirled around Signy’s head. Thoughts of Oyama and Elk, but also thoughts of her parents, mainly of her mother. Clenching her fists, and squeezing her eyes shut, she reveled in the feeling of all the warmth in her body being ripped out. She held her stance for a moment longer as images of her parents danced across the darkness. Her body went slack as the searing heat of a volcano solidified into the stark frigidity of obsidian. Her eyes fluttered open and before her stood two lava golems, one a more gnarled version of her mother, maybe this was how she truly viewed her now, nothing more than a monster from the depths of her childhood, while the other was a relatively slim and lanky man, the perfect image of her father.
Signy stepped toward her creations, gently sliding her hand against her father’s cheek. The golem responded by pressing its cheek into her palm. To any other Shinigami, the lava would quickly sear away their flesh, but she only felt a gentle warmth until the golem’s eyes sprung open as it turned to obsidian. Panicked, she cupped his face in her hands, trying to turn it back into lava, but as her efforts were in vein she let out a small cry, ”Pabbi! (Dad)” As her nails clawed at the glass like surface of his cheeks, the golem of her mother had begun to move.
Signy only caught enough of the movement in her peripheral vision to stumble out of the way as a lava sword sliced the air before her eyes. Reaching behind her, she just barely unhooked Amaterasu from her harness when another slash made its way toward her throat. Dropping down to her knees to avoid it, stray strands of hair that weren’t so lucky fluttered through the air.
”Pathetic. You will always be the biggest disappointment of my life.”
Signy turned her head to stare at the golem, her eyes wide. Though the voice had been slightly garbled, it was undeniably her mother’s. Her face quickly morphed with rage. Maybe this was what Amaterasu meant. Signy had to deal with her hang ups from childhood before she could grow and advance.
”How dare you speak to me about disappointment! You never wanted me, you wanted a killing machine made in your image.”
Lunging at the golem, she reached out to grasp its face in the hopes of turning this one to obsidian as well. The golem jumped backwards out of her reach and brandished its sword at her. Shori would view this opportunity as a chance to be more strategic about how she would go about fighting a copy of the woman that taught her to fight in the first place, but Signy wasn’t like that. Her actions were fueled by white-hot fury.
”And you think you lived up to that want?”
Signy’s body trembled as lavender reiatsu spiraled out around her. Pushing off from the ground, she appeared before the golem in the blink of an eye, her left fist pulled back. Before the golem could react, her fist made contact with the direct center of it’s chest, obsidian blossoming out from the contact as the golem flies backwards into a wall, cracks splintering from the point of impact. As it stumbled away from the wall, Signy barreled over to it, her fist swinging toward its jaw.
”Yes I did! Your little killing machine only became a disappointment when it turned it’s ability on the children you actually wanted and loved! You turned me into a monster! But I could forgive you for all of that if you hadn’t abandoned Oyama! She was only a baby!”
The golem stumbled down to the ground, the wall behind it smoldering. Dropping down to her knees and pinning it down, Signy glared down at the monstrosity of her mother. In one swift motion, she decapitated the golem, flopping off it as it turned to obsidian. Lying on the ground beside the splintered statue, the warmth of the sun on her skin slowly returned as her body filled with heat again.
” Gods.. if I ever see your face again, I will kill you myself, mother.”
As she lounged in the sunlight, she pulled her phone from her pocket again, noticing a missed text from her husband. Reading the message, she bolted upright concerned how he might react to the new additions of obsidian sculptures of the Hoshi parents to 7th division’s courtyard. Collapsing back onto the ground once more, she typed back a response.
Can’t wait to see you! ♥♥

 

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Earlier that day it was almost difficult for the imprisoned Raikyu to not worry about his situation - as he had been arrested for a good reason on top of that. As a member of the Soul Society had both its expectations and duties, especially when he himself is a shinigami. Still, it was almost as if it had been a strange experience for him to be without his Zanpakuto he admitted it felt nice to not worry about its bipolar personality or whether it'd act out without his order. . "Oh maaaan... If I got out of this..." he paused, "I'm not gon' do it again!" he continued. It appeared that the rumors about a new captain of the Ninth Division had reached his ears - he couldn't help but wonder who had replaced Maho Kojima as the Ninth Division's Captain. Wouldn't they be upset that a member of the Ninth had abandoned his duty been stranded in the World of the Living, presumed to be dead? "If I knew that it'd take a hundred year.." he said. Admittedly it was too late for the Shinigami to complain as it had already passed - there was nothing that can change that fact.
And then it was then, that the much-familiar man that had come to fetch for him that he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as it was then. Revealed to be the last recruit that the Ninth Division had before - well - things had ended this way that he had been picked up by him accompanied by an unfamiliar man who he couldn't help but to be reminded of his deceased friend causing his heart to sink in the most emotional ways. On his expression - it was still plastered with an unaffected smile as it was clear that his identity as a member of the Ninth Division would have been confirmed by the then-fourth seat, Jatiri Yabuki.
"Jatiri, huh?" He mouthed the words to Jatiri, he was aware of him being deaf so it was kind of pointless to whisper or even to talk. "Seems like you've gotten even stronger than before." his mouth formulated the soundless words, meeting with a genuine smile. And then he was guided by the duo out of the holding cell, well that is what they had attempted to do in order to meet the new captain. "I wondered if the new captain's nice..." he said, as the group moved out only to be met with a sudden interruption. "I'll have to work harder than before so that even the Captain wouldn't think of exec-" he paused. Why? For a moment it was total silence from the chattering mouth and then sweats appeared profusely on the back of the pink-haired head. the Raikyu's face had turned pale at the discovery of ... someone he had known from the past... is now a captain... of the Ninth Division!?

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With his duties finalized for the tournament - his position was established at the Fifth Seat causing him to wonder what would happen if he had been behind and failed his duties as a shinigami. Would he be executed on sight as it was only a second chance given to the Raikyu? No matter what, it was impossible to make an educated guess when it hadn't happened yet causing him to relax a bit at the environment that had been thrilled to watch the Kenpachi Tournament. "I'm kinda glad that I didn't have to join..." he whispered to himself as his hands are placed against the waist. With what Yasu had requested it was done almost in a familiar fashion in that they had set it up with the Twelfth Division's assistance in the cardinal direction, in the upper, middle, and lower districts allowing for broadcasting to occur in the areas. It appeared that they had done their duties as he is demanded of, it was almost as if he had been more eager to complete the missions or duties, no matter how minor it is almost as if he had been morphed into Yasu's Henchman - much like the evil scientists' henchman. In thought, a daydream or rather a flashback had resurfaced and accompanied his thoughts where he had been shown rather eager to give massages, candies, and all the sort of things to the new Captain. "Hehe.. What do you desire for this young servant to fetch for you... master---captain!" his face was corroded with a sinister intent to survive his new position in the Barracks it appeared that it wasn't met with refusals as she had received snacks and food he had cooked.

"Name's Nibui Ueki... Oh he got a cool scar I wonder if I had one wouldn't it make me cool? " he murmured to himself as a sinister expression appeared on his face the eyes glowed up in such an incredible vigor as the friction between the paper and pen can be heard rather out loud for others to hear it was the face of an investigator that had gotten him in the Ninth Division behaving like a reporter.
After a while, he had taken his time to put the names and even faces for him to memorize as it had been more difficult for him to know the person's name as he had been away for about a hundred years causing him to make a notebook a source for him to note down and to remember the person basing on their quirks and personality along with the noticeable features of the said targets. Though it appeared that this wasn't the first notebook as he had hidden the rest of his novels within the Ninth Division's Barracks and it is said that it was due to his habit in the Ninth Division that he had written down how he felt or perceived others as, though had someone saw it they would see his true feelings about them and then paused as he was about to finish his page on a particular captain before ripping it from the novel and then destroyed it in the tandem leaving no trace of it. "She can't know this " he paused, as he looked from left to right almost all suspiciously. though had Jatiri been with him in the area he could see the content from his position - but only the surface of it but it was enough to paint an idea of what he had written.

Ninth Division, Fifth Seat.

 

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There were a lot of thoughts running through Elk’s head, almost none of them good, or at least not good for Lieutenant Ise. At first, he thought of burning up a room or two around her quarters but that would be too harsh, maybe using Kyokkō to mess around with the hallways, effective for sure but confusing for him as he wouldn’t exactly know where to go, as he only came by for short visits. A barrier was far to obvious and easily dispelled, he could bind a good portion of sevenths unseated members but such a thing might back fire on him if they weren’t there to respond to something happening in the Rukongai.
A sigh came out as he used shunpo to reach the top of sevenths barracks, to which he began to scan for his wifes reiatsu signature. This only caused him to blink as the signatures he was picking up a bunch but none that was Shoris, again he began to scan the area, until he picked up an interesting signature… Not of Shori’s but Signy. A smile began to creep across his face, he hasn’t her in a long time either, but his expression quickly turned to curious look as to why Signy was in control? It didn’t matter as he to slide down the roof till he was near the court yard, in which he spotted his beloved wife. Although he loved her, she was not spared the mischievous nature that has possessed Elk since he started out as a shinigami. As he came down, he did not make a single sound, staying silent with each step until he was directly behind her; It was difficult to sense him as he supressed his reiatsu along with the use of Kyokkō made it neigh impossible for her to know where he was. His arms extended outward, exposing both hands as they moved to grip onto her mouth and waist before pulling her into his Kyokkō, effectively making her disappear from sight from anyone who was watching her. He knew the dangers as he was readying himself to take whatever Physical punishment she was going to give.
“Hello my love, I see that you took control of your body.”
He spoke in a soft tone, as to not alert any of the members of seventh to his where abouts and to sudden disappearance of Signy. He only blinked as he finally began to see to scan the area, taking notice of the obsidian sculptures of two figures, to him unrecognizable, with one missing its head.
“You’ve been busy haven’t you?”
To this his arms would let go but quickly turn her around so that she could see him, with a reassuring smile that he was not upset that Signy was in control, as to him it did not matter who was at the helm Signy or Shori, as to him he was married to both.