[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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After fifteen minutes had passed, he thought to himself for a moment. Initially, he had planned to head back out to the central division. But suddenly his mind snapped back to what he had originally set out to do. His face scrunched up, clearly agitated. "That dumbass fucked up my training as well. Guh! I'll be damned if I miss out on this because of him. The rest of them will have it handled...for now. Curse my bad planning for sending the whole division away on a single task. I'll have to hear it soon enough...Ah well."
he rose from his desk, and wandered back out into his personal garden. Discarding his jacket, he stepped into the small pond again, the cool waters causing him to huff in slight discomfort. He bent his knees once more, affirming himself in a solid stance. And began to focus his reiatsu. His breathing became minor but consistent, long slow breaths that were rather subtle escaped him as his eyes closed. "Focus on the heat. Generate...then maintain it. FOCUS! Within that same moment, a torrent of flames conjured from within him, erupting upward as a tower of flames that could be seen in the far distance. It only lasted but a moment, before dissipating, leaving Maho somewhat winded. His breathing felt labored now, as his hands rested on his knees.
"SHIT! Still not enough. And these flames still hurt like hell. Tch..."
He stepped out of the pond and took hold of one of his cigars. Placing it in his lips, he motioned his finger and placed it, igniting it. As he drew in the smoke, its warmth as it hit his chest seemed to calm him.

Damn...Damn damn damn..! Aite...lets try it again...one more time.
His eyes closed once more. His breathing slowed. Taking in a single large draft of smoke into his lungs, he extinguished the entire blunt within his mouth in one pull. The smoke-filled him, adding warmth into his chest. As his reiatsu spiked again, the heat within his body surged, reacting with the heat produced by the smoke. His body erupted in a bright red flame, then towering into the sky, escaped his body in a focused blaze. Although it still burned, the kido produced flames were much more manageable, he could tolerate it. His expression, although labored remained focused. He held it as long as possible before everything subsided. His arms dropped to his sides. He breathed...
"....huff.......huff.....The heat from the herbs was enough concentrated heat to spark my reiatsu. I see... I don't think i can call that shunko...not yet. But its progress! I'll take it, Heh..Heheeeh!"
He clenched his fist tightly and stared at it, smiling a large toothy grin to himself. He was happy.
"For now... let's just call it.... Atsu Mōdo..."(猛暑 Lit. "Heat Mode") inspired by one of his favorite video game series. Picking up his Captain's jacket he placed it back over his shoulders
It was then, in the looming distance, did a purple wave of destruction pass well over the 9th division, into the infinite distance of the soul society. miscellaneous purple values streaked across the darkened sky, like a painting of death itself. Maho's towering flame, though strong, was nothing in comparison. Mountains in the deep distance split and separated, nothing was left in their wake. It appeared as though their battle had come to some sort of conclusion. He shuttered at the thought. This is what the captain commander is capable of? Hmph...how terrifying..
For an unknown amount of time, there he sad in his garden, watching the sky. It worked to have such power as an ally. But could he really be trusted? Could such a terrifyingly powerful entity truly be trusted? His mind raced, toward any viable conclusion. His eyes closed. Focusing his senses on the Central Seireitei. He could sense the masses of shinigami on duty there creating a perimeter, prepared to act. He sensed the likes of Jiro, his own 3rd seat within close proximity to both the massive energy signature that was shobatsu, as well as the one that was kyomu. That fool...!. In the midst of his senses, He found himself wondering to his desk. He leaned down opening a small drawer in his office. lifting up the false bottom, he pulled a small notebook out and grabbed a pen. He began to scribble. It read...
~"The Dark Flame of justice, reveals the blade, immersed in shadow.
A battle unfolds
And the society of soul...is severed"~
He sat back again in his chair and looked outside at the sky, still drenched in hues of purple.
..."And the soul society is severed huh..."

 

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Taking a deep breath, the captain of the 9th division closes his not book and stands up from his desk chair. He takes his time wondering out of his divisions' offices, making his way out into the empty streets when he is stricken with a rather large and unruly presence. It was unlike any that were in the 2nd division, and far different from the head captain's stuffy reiatsu. This was something else entirely, and he didn't like it. A chill ran along his spine. The hair on his neck stood up. His face frowned up and his fists clenched.
"Soul Society really wants me to do my job today huh? No time to waste"
With those words being muttered, the 9th Division Captain disappeared in a single step. It would be a matter of seconds before arriving in the soul societies' largest district...
Northeast Seireitei -------------> Rukongai

 

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護廷十三隊
Three Months Later

 

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It had been yet another night spent at the relief station; Sitting comfortably at his desk with one leg crossed over the over, Yū seems to be scanning the papers laid in front of him, pen in hand. In reality, he has long ago lost concentration on the contents of the reports before him, now scribbling aimlessly along the edges of the page as he daydreams. His head that had once rested comfortably in the palm of his hand, twitches upwards as the rays suddenly pierced through the sheer curtains in front of him. With that same hand, he shields his eyes from the jarring introduction of the morning sun. Now begins yet another day he will most likely also spend in the relief station.
Coinciding with the break of day, the caregivers begin their daily rounds about the relief station, serving breakfast to their patients as well as their daily prescribed medications for consumption. Rapping softly against the captain's door before sliding it open, a nurse enters Yū's office with tray in hand. She shuffles promptly towards him and parts her lips to utter...
"Breakfast today, Yūna?"
...she inquires as she bends over slightly, lowering the tray to his level. Craning forward to observe the contents of the tray, he remains frozen for a few seconds before he extends his hand over to reach for what he likes.
"Erm... uh... I'll just take this,"
...he mutters as he grasps the small cup of tea the nurse has brought for him.
"Think that's all for today, thanks..."
... he says dismissively, now cautiously turning back to his desk in an attempt to not spill his tea. Before Yū can even place the cup of tea on his desk, the nurse continues…
"You need to eat, Captain,"
... she further insists as she neatly shoves the reports on the desk to side with one hand, replacing it with the metal tray with her other.
"Work can wait, your health comes first. Isn’t that what you always say?”
... the nurse recites back to him with a cheeky smile, cueing Yū to groan aloud. She exits from his office promptly after, continuing on her road of checkups down this hall of the station. Yū scoots his chair away from his desk with tea in hand, the intrusive sun-rays now illuminating his chest; His face now finds refuge in the shade of his room. The captain releases a deep sigh before taking his first sip of his tea. The scalding liquid passes between his lips and now, he can feel the heat travel down his throat and into his abdomen, filling him with a warmth he had once known to be commonplace. But, no matter how hard he tried, Yū had lost this warmth over the course of the past three months. He steals a glance at the food sitting placidly before him… and it does nothing to inspire an appetite to form. There were much larger things that had occupied his mind and soul that neither sleep nor food could distract him from.
The Shining Captain’s state was still largely in question; He had flatlined innumerable times over the span of his still ongoing three-month coma in the relief station and reviving him became more and more difficult with each attempt. While he had remained stable for a few days now, Yū’s ever-apprehensive disposition would never find solace without absolute guarantee. Taking into account Yū’s short tenure as captain so far, Higen had also proven to be Yū’s most prolific patient measured in both his general importance to Seireitei as well as the once-inconceivable severity of his sustained grievances. The idea of Captain Kagayaki dying… and on Yū’s watch… The young captain's imaginative mind could arrange a long and detailed list of people who would take issue with him and further doubt his skill more.
His Lieutenant Fuyuko Kasumi was the first one to come to mind; despite her otherwise calm temperament, nothing went deeper than the bond between Captain and Lieutenant– Yū was more than sure she would exalt her revenge when given the chance, at the very least, boast her deserved animosity towards him which was more than enough to wound the fragile captain. The ever-brooding Captain Mukuro came next; His perceived interest and general disregard for Yū was already low, no doubt it would further sink to unfathomable depths– a fitting response towards the angel, responsible for his colleague’s preventable death. What of the Captain-Commander? How would he react to the death of his former Lieutenant whose life remained in the hands of the Shinigami in the Relief Station? With blazing, unimaginable, unstoppable, uncontrollable rage, Yū assumed. Sweat beads begin to form on the young one’s forehead at the sheer thought. But, none of them would hold a larger grudge against the budding captain than Yū himself. Already dubious of his own abilities, Yū would once again question the validity of his role as Captain. It hardly mattered what most had to say to him, if he himself didn’t feel convinced of his power, what gave him the right to lead? Perhaps, he ought to just turn in his Haori to the Captain-Commander now, and beg for mercy before the outcome could even be authenticated…
"Captain Kagayaki is awake!"
Yū’s head turns to the door, the same nurse who had delivered the captain’s breakfast now gripping the doorway with a panicked expression painted on her face. It’s clear the message she has delivered is true and the young captain immediately darts for the door, hastily discarding his cup of tea in the process. The porcelain cup shatters upon impact with the turquoise tile as Yū bulldozes past her and down the hallway to the last room in the wing. Yū’s hastened pace comes to an immediate halt when he reaches the captain’s room, his hand stuck on the door unable to slide it across. However, the door is not in any way blocked– all he has to do is shift the door over. Once more he draws a deep breath, this one capable of being interpreted to simultaneously somehow convey both relief and apprehension. He grits his teeth as his grip on the door's surface tightens and right when it seems the young boy is about to burst into the room, he instead takes a sharp step back, before rapping against the door.
“C-Captain Kagayaki… It... It’s me...” Yū announces, his voice faltering some.

 

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CLATTER CLATTER
The handle of the broom would not hit the mahogany a third time after clammy hands grabbed hold of it. He thought everything was fine until a sharp strike he’d come to know as a correction smacked him right upside his head.
“Careful man!”
“What?!”
“Whaddya mean what?! That’s the Lieutenant's room ya nincompoop! Ya don’t wanna wake her up do ya?!”
“Wh-Why?!..Who is she?!”
“Y’mean you don’t know about THAT woman?”
Really he should not have been shocked after all, they warned him this kid was new. “First, get away from that door.” All too eagerly his aid obliged but kept a pair of wary eyes on the room and that door felt as if it were looming above them growing larger with each second. His superior’s hands set upon the boys shoulders and this helped to steady his nerves.
“ Lieutenant Hageshi is a monster, boy. Her brutality on the field is unparalleled. She’s sent men to the hospital for less than wakin’ her up too early in the Morning!”
“ She sounds grumpy.”
“ You wanna hear what I got to say or not?” The boy piped down so that his elder could continue speaking.
“ They say she showed up one day and turned the whole system on its head. Total anarchy. No one ever sees her but lately things have been different. Now she haunts these halls driving us like cattle.”
The boy felt his throat tighten at the thought of someone so overflowing with influence. “That’s terrifying…”

“ Imagine how scary it’d be if you woke me up.”
It was around this time that the two of them felt the hair on the back of their neck stand up. They turned only to find a shadow casting itself upon them. Connected to the shadow was the rumored Lieutenant leering down at them. Light cast off from the sunrise outside provided the top half of her face with a coincidentally dark expression which only served to make the intimidation factor worse at this point. In order to meet their gazes, the brunette giantress bent down causing the two males to flinch. They did not realize she had woken up earlier than either of them had imagined and dedicated the wee hours of the dawn to some intense training ago until now.
“ L-Lieutenant Hageshi!”
“ Hello.”
" We were just on our way outside!--”
” You should join the others. We got a lot of work to do today.”
“ Yes M’aam! Hey, C’mon let’s go!”
Together they scrambled off leaving Omoni there alone in the quiet hallway. It was always the same. For as long as she could remember, others that she met expressed significant discomfort in her presence. Not being comfortable eyeing her gruesome scarring she could understand yet even when she tried to suppress her energy they still kept their distance. Due to this, she tried to keep interactions short between herself and those unable to casually withstand it. It didn’t bother her, in fact she appreciated the space. Her hand pushed her door open and she stepped through into a rather ordinary room. The only thing that wasn’t cookie cutter about it was a tattered old punching bag in the furthest corner. The woman began to rummage through a few dressers clearly looking for something and not long after pulled out a clean white towel. This she tossed over her shoulder as she turned to head out as swiftly as she had arrived but when her burnt turquoise eyes lifted, they fixated on something sitting on her bed rest.

‘ What a stupid man...getting himself injured like that. KEKEKE! He would have been fine if you’d been there.’
The shrill voice she was so accustomed to hearing chimed once again annoyingly in her mind. It was someone that no one but she was able to hear and so naturally these words were meant to torment only Omoni. This made the woman’s actions more fierce as if she meant to repel the malice intended physically from the abhorrent entity plaguing her so early in the new day. Voices like these were something Shinigami had to live with but their natures depended entirely on the beings and Omoni’s happened to be extremely discouraging and rude. The door clattered shut at her back and she proceeded on her former journey. It was easy to shed the weight of the Zan spirit’s words much like water off a duck’s back. As far as she was concerned, Higen would recover when he could and with Yuna taking care of him it was a sure thing even if he did go a little overboard. Worrying about it wasn't going to change anything.
The sound of her steps approaching jolted those in the vicinity to immediate attention. For the past three months the entirety of the 4th had been under her siege. The control given to her by it’s captain while he was indisposed. It was a responsibility that she took very seriously and everyone in the division felt it. Honestly, before the past three months she had considered them all to be quite lazy but they pleasantly surprised her with how quickly they shaped up. Not that they really had a choice. So each moment she patrolled the area and kept tabs on the mass of tasks to be fulfilled throughout the day. Most of the time she showed up hoping to cheer her fellow Shinigami on but though her intentions were good, the experiences were visited by that reluctance to be near her. Curious thing was that after she left they were all invigorated with sensations of recuperation. Those with aches and sores from the work were relieved and boasted they could continue ten or twenty hours more than before. In the kid’s absence she had kept them all in line not by using crude tactics like bullying them into submission but by spiritually and physically exciting them into action. Even if they were a little unnerved by her they participated with gusto and refreshed spirits. With the morning nearing day there was so much to get done and it left Omoni Hageshi meandering down the halls in search of her squad members and anything else that might happen across her path that fine premature afternoon.