[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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Overjoyed. Omoni was elated as soon as the captain had maneuvered himself into a position of advantage. Her fighting spirit had been steadily increasing since the moment their confrontation had begun. The woman is capable of getting stronger due to her damage intake, and build up of anger. This is because of her will to continue to fight regardless of what happens so instead of succumbing to the damage she receives, the woman gets an increase in her physical attributes. In this case, as she felt her gargantuan form lift off of the ground it became clear that the procedure had been a rousing success. Not only could the once stiff and sore Maho twist and bend as if his body had no limit, he produced a strength that brought throwing an anvil like herself into the realm of possibility and very swiftly reality. As the toil surged throughout, Hageshi relished in it’s jaws once again. Pain had something to teach her each time it reared its ugly head. It brought with it a lesson or two with a sting that ensured she would not easily forget them. Furthermore, it kept her grounded in the moment and left no room for her mind to wander toward less important things.
“ HNNNNN...this is more interestin’ than I thought it’d be…”
Deep inside of the bruttess, Namakizu’s bulbous entity grumbled again. Clearly she was displeased. Whenever Omoni had these ‘mock battles’ it struck the Oni Empress as being pointless. A total waste of her energy and time when she could be tearing her enemies asunder. It was pretty common for the spirit to confuse actual evil adversaries with those the princess considered her friends. Honestly, she didn’t give a single piece of excrement and very much would have rathered Hageshi go on a brutalization spree but unfortunately for her Omoni would always be able to grab hold of the reins before Namakizu could push her over the edge like that. Now, Hageshi was against Namakizu’s idea of a fair fight. Particularly because the spirit was incapable of participating in one. During her bouts with the princess she would regularly try to bring Omoni to her knees by utilizing some nasty tricks. Most of the time the doctor caught on before it was too late but right now it appeared Omoni was thoroughly distracted by how invigorating her current battle was. Just enough for the spirit to make a few alterations. There were some cases where Namakizu would take advantage of Omoni’s brief lapses of control and snatch it up for herself. An executive decision if you will.
“KEKEKE...this calls for somethin dirty. Serves ‘er right for ignorin’ me like this.”
Suddenly, there was a burst of spiritual energy just as Omoni was being hurled overhead. The flames around Omoni and Maho erupted beneath their footing but to Hageshi’s mutual shock she watched as their shade instantly grew darker. All at once the Lieutenant understood what debauchery had taken place and was infuriated. The blasted spirit had done it again and in the process put her patient as well as herself in very real danger. Inwardly, she cursed that she had gotten so obsessed over the fight that she had let down her vigilant guard against one that could alter the course of the events against her will. For you see, Omoni’s Reiatsu like many had the ability to transform itself so that it’s effects were completely different. In fact, they were polar opposites. On one hand, the Reiatsu that had been taking part in the fight with Maho had been purely rejuvenating. It was intended to bring him only regeneration and alleviation even though the instance had been a violent one. The second half of her Reiatsu’s abilities were not kind. Instead of nurturing the life it came into contact with, it lost all sense of healing properties and replaced them with pure destruction by forcing what is in range to viciously collapse. As the floorboards below them proceeded to shatter into razor sharp pieces simultaneously removing any notion of balance, this would become evident. The monster thought fast as she often had to during times like those and attempted to tightly wrap her arms around the captain as much as she could.
Anything could happen now that neither of them had any leverage. Currently, Omoni was trying to take advantage of the gravity and her own weight outclassing his. Her hope was that they fell and before the captain could take any incidental damage she could twist and end up below him and by extension take all of the slivers and injuries a selfish Namakizu meant for both of them.

 

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With a hoist and a pull, the Young Maho Kojima gathers a solid portion of his strength. Surely enough the statuesque ‘warrior if a woman’ is successfully usurped from her balance. Her limb held firmly within his vice. Her body is hurled up and overhead,
And then it happens...
Just as her body leaves his grasp. As she herself; large and muscular, is sent hurling upside down toward the wall adjacent to where the two had collided.
It is then that the room is racked with a heavy sensation. Azure floods from her vessel and along with it, the very strength behind it. It drops down upon him, as his image is engulfed in her essence. Anyone to witness it would see both Shinigami seemingly consume in blue flame. With a thick crash, Omoni comes in contact with the wooden surface. The building huddles in response, her large body slumps down to the floor so that she is flat on her back. Dust and swirls of blue blanket the room for a few moments.
But, what then of Captain Kojima?
From behind the haze, a deep glow emanates. More and more the truth is revealed. The very room collapsed about a foot into the ground itself. What wood suffered the most was completely destroyed, cratered into the floor. Maho appears to kneel in place, the shadow around the room draping against the side of his face. The most astute, however, would notice that his knee hovered just inches above the ground. Though scuffed, he had long since recovered more than what was realized. His Zanpakuto, Full Metal, allows the Captain to rapidly absorb and assimilate his opponent's spiritual energy and pressure, ultimately taking on the qualities of the user. In this case, his body burns with flames of azure.

The potent fusion of rejuvenation and destruction burns from his body as He slowly rises to his feet. Despite the power behind it, he feels no pain. He no longer wears the burden of his failure on his shoulders. Despite their height difference, the dragon is left standing triumphant over her. A steady glow can be observed from beneath his locs, a gleam of azure emanating from a jade core. He gives the woman an intimidating glare. There seems to be a sense of intimacy amidst his gaze, not of any impure type, but rather, from the sort of, 'pain is pleasure' philosophy. Something that could be shared between fellow warriors.
The shadow that had once engulfed him, would not dissipate all at once. Pockets, dance, causing the shadows to respond. It becomes hypnotizing the longer one watches. Before long, the flames begin to fade off his body; it is only then that The Dragon speaks.
"Arigato, Hageshi San."
His voice reaches her, carrying with it a firmness; rivaled only by his stance.
There is a pause as he steps over to retrieve his haori. He scoops it off the floor; the high-quality cloth being unusually pleasant to the touch. He drapes it over his shoulder and turns toward the exit, The tattoo of a dragon bears it’s fangs in her direction, the remnants of her blue flames fizzling off his skin.

” You’ve taught the dragon a valuable lesson about the nature of his own fire. And for that...
You have my gratitude.”
He released a long breath, then reaches into the pocket of his jacket. There he pulls out a black case. He takes two large cigars. He places one on the floor by the door then lifts the other between his lips. Without lighting it, he exists the threshold of that dojo.
Somehow...
His Haori had, Gotten that much lighter.

Outside, Maho caught up in his own thoughts, straddles off into the long corridor separating the dojo to the large medical facility. For this moment of spaciousness, he nearly misses the crown of pink cowering in the corner. The Captain pauses, staring him down for ten seconds. A cocktail of different feelings began to flow through him. The confusion was but the tip of the iceberg. It was as though he didn't know who or what it (jiro) was. His eyes narrowed like a beast preparing for the hunt as he closed in on his unsuspecting victim. The image of a cat staring out the window, unaware that eyes are on it immediately came to mind. This thought causes a vein to form in his forehead as the Dragon strikes.

"JIRROOOOOO!!!!"
The Captain Roars, his voice booming throughout the fourth Division. He quickly approaches him, His right arm rockets out, taking his face in his grasp and with a squeeze he hoists him in the air, shaking him violently in all directions. Had he been smoking at the time, he was sure to be found out. Another reason to appreciate Omoni's previous sternness. Again, he would have to thank her later.
"Funny, After ALL this time, and THIS is where I finally find you, you lazy fool."
He stops shaking long enough, to take hold of the black threads on his torso, giving him an extra shake for good measure.
"Where n' the hell you been BOI!" he exclaims with a sudden and heavy western accent.

 

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For a time, he almost found the guy he was meaning to say thanks to but then he ran like an energized puppy. But even then. His departure didn't stop Maho and Hageshi from continuing to duke it out. With each hit landed causes Jiro to flinch every time as he could hear bones crack, thud and even more as times go by. His eyes went completely white with the pupils fading out in a guise of being shocked by the unique treatment of Hageshi. "Eek... I hope that when I end up in the hospital, I'd be tended to by a kind nurse..." As he pondered and soaked in the thoughts within him, he could notice the muscles on the latter as the fight continued to increase even more. With the spiritual pressure expelled from each hit toward his direction. Hair, Mouth, and even clothes were pushed against by the wind that was generated from each punch.
Still, his tiny stature made it difficult for him to observe the fight through the window as he pressed his toes against the floor to see them in action and so he gathered boxes and other things he could find within his area to stand on them and observe much easier. His head and hands covered the entire window and his face pressed against the window with the cheeks squished against the solid transparent layer. At a glance, if someone noticed Jiro by the window, they'd be amused by how silly Jiro appears to be at the moment. At the same time, he mentally noted the way Maho and Hageshi battle was something that is rather unique as it doesn't wound them but to heal them instead with each hit. Baffling the Shinigami further but then he noted his captain to be rather sadistic who doesn't mind any pain at all.
Before he knew it. The battle was over...

""JIRROOOOOO!!!!""
"E-errk!"
Startled by the roar of the Dragon. His body experiences a jolt of goosebump throughout and caused him to fumble onto the ground, not without the objects he used to stand on suddenly collapsed onto him as well. But before he could recover from that, he found himself levitated in the air by Maho's hand with his hands and feet frantically attempts to grab anything.
"Where n' the hell you been BOI!"
He laughed rather nervously as he looked up at Maho as he stopped in his motion.
"A-ah, Oyabun... I was looking around for that guy Jinno to say thanks for saving me back then... and I guess... I... lost tracks of things."
It appears that he was making excuses with whatever that came off the head. But in truth? He was avoiding his work for a bit due to him moping around over his terrible streak of luck.

 

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The Scrawny Third Seat "First Chair" Struggled only lightly in his grasp, eventually going mostly limp as he hung suspended above the ground.
"A-ah, Oyabun... I was looking around for that guy Jinno to say thanks for saving me back then... and I guess... I... lost tracks of things."
"A-ah Nothing. I ain't listenin' to that SHIT. It's been TWO weeks since I saw you last. TWO!!"
"NOT TWO DAYS"
"TWO"
"WHOOOLE"
"WEEKS!"

His voice raises as he leans closer and closer to his subordinate. the large vein in his head pulsing profusely. He mellows out abruptly, returning to an upright position.
"...You got real quiet around deadline time..."
He holds him out for a moment, then plops him on the ground His eye, brimming with the last remnant of Omoni's spiritual energy, cast an azure hue as he peered down at the Fickle shinigami. He Scoffs, "Hmph...Next month the punishment...
IS DEATH!"
"HyaaaackHyaaackHyaackHyaaack!"
His arms raise comedically as he cackles to himself. His voice carries through the halls of the fourth division. Realizing a few passing gases and stares, he leans close to Jiro.
"Let's Walk, We got some work to do."

He strolls past Jiro, expecting him to follow. His stride was uninhibited by pain. He heads down the long corridor which turns and leads back into a large courtyard, bustling with the constant duties of the Fourth. The moment he steps outside; he waists no time, lifting his finger to its tip he hesitates, thinking back to what he had said to Omoni. He smirks to himself, slipping his hands deep into his pants pockets. I'll use this as a chance
With a moment of focus, he concentrates a small surge of reiatsu at the edge of the cigar. There is a moment of silence, a tiny burst of fire is conjured, its heat is carried; smoke releases in a small cloud and the flame fizzles out without issue. He is able to do this without issue. All those months ago, it was sure to have exploded in his face.
"So, Jiro San. All that being said, Today the SCC chapter was released. Meaning the new cycle is on and we are fresh OUT of FRESH information."
That means, until the rest of our division returns; referring to a mission, "It's up to us to get today's truth."
He idles, allowing himself to fill his lungs as he contemplates their next move. He hadn't seen Kyomu since before the Kokotsu incident. Since his betrayal, the rumors of his fate had caught Maho's attention from a distance, yet with his injuries, he hadn't a chance to investigate. He had heard he left the Seireitei for some time, the cause unknown. I suppose thats as good a place to start as an-
A conversation suddenly caught his ear. a crowd of nurses, gentle and pure stroll past in his peripheral.
"Girl, I was standing right there.
"No way! You must have heard wrong!"
"Nope! The Kido Corps barged in and granted Tenzen Oda his Haori. Captain Kagayaki and he had just returned when-
Maho's face changed like a puzzle; the separate pieces dismantling his once complete expression. His mind began plotting dots soon to be connected.
Tenzen...Oda? The man who saved my Haori? Well...
He had only one interaction with Oda when he prioritized the captains Haori when tossed aside in order to combat the Kokotsu. That also meant that Higen was awake. For the Captain commander to send him so soon...
The nature of the Captain Commander aside, he was pleased to hear the news. He needed to find the old man. He hadn't gotten a chance to see pass any words. He hadn't even gotten to train that day as he wanted too. The woman trailed off, their last remarks being about Captain Yu taking off after the sudden disturbance that shook the soul society. Maho frowned. Then he turned back to Jiro, blowing a poof of smoke in his direction.
"Listen Jiro Cha. He said mockingly. "I want you to swing by the second division. See if u can get eyes on 'C-A-P-tian' No' Brows', or that friend of yours...what was it...Yazu? Yakuuu...
...no that isn't i-
OH right! Yasu! YAsuuuuuuUU; that's right."
He snaps his fingers and perks his body upright. He takes a puff of herb then returned his attention to Jiro.
"Stick to her, learn everything you can. Keep your ears open and record anything to our @flutter Private server.
He slipped his hands into his jacket, turned away from Jiro and closed his eyes. his perception began to expand, a field-wide and large scanned the very Seireitei within his mind's eye. A collection of large Reiatsu signatures collected around the central Seireitei. Amongst them, Twinkle, and 'Eki' Cha His attention returned, to leave him with a chilling response.
Don't get caught up in no dumb shit, Jiro. His voice suddenly became stern, his vocabulary expanding.
You're constant negligence might cost you a pinkie...
Jiroshizo Kyoooooodai...!
He smirks, then his image bends contorts and ultimately bleeds from view. Captain Maho disappears heading for the central Seireitei.
Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei ===========> To Central Seireitei

 

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Before he knew it—his very soul appears to be leaking out from the body's mouth in a guise of being shocked to 'death'. But wait... Isn't he just a soul...? How could he have a soul... leaving from his soul...? For a time, it would be a serious topic to delve into but it wasn't all that serious as it was done in a comedic relief and so when Maho released his grips and even gave out a constant particular cackle which can only be Maho.
"HyaaaackHyaaackHyaackHyaaack!"
Such laughter from his captain, though for a time it sounded like a dying donkey.

Almost immediately after he commanded him to walk with him and so they engaged in an absurd walking style which still attracts the whispers and attentions from within the division.
"Let's Walk, We got some work to do."
"Yes, Oyabun."
Quick like a finger snap.

For a moment.... a shinigami, belonging to the Fourth Division was heading toward the duo with a particular glare shot at Jiroshizo but then.... an immediate realization of him and Maho's walking posture caused his face to flush with embarrassment—For some reason, the opposing shinigami flustered of embarrassment as well, it is clear that he felt bad for Jiroshizo. Was there something behind that kind of silent interaction?
"So, Jiro San. All that being said, Today the SCC chapter was released. Meaning the new cycle is on and we are fresh OUT of FRESH information."
"Girl, I was standing right there."
"No way! You must have heard wrong!"
"Nope! The Kido Corps barged in and granted Tenzen Oda his Haori. Captain Kagayaki and he had just returned when-"
Oh huh. A new captain? I imagine Maho'd want us to investigate into that for the next SSC chapter.
The whispers from the girls caught his attention as he was provoked to look up at Maho, for his reaction. A drop of sweat can be seen behind the back of the head is an indication that it might be something bad due to the feeling in his gut that it may be something that'd either break his will or make it more difficult. The moment he asked him to investigate into Kyomu Mukuro... His skin immediately turned pale in the mention of the Nobrows.
"Kyo—!?"
Maho continued, interrupting him and so he gave up. His captain's orders and there's that. If he got caught by the Second Division and inquires about why was he looking around in the barracks and possibly be subjected to several tortures by psychotic assassins... But ay' that's the life of an unlucky cat.
Just the moment he knew it was over but then a light shone upon the Pink-haired.
"or that friend of yours...what was it...Yazu? Yakuuu..."
"Yasu, Oyabun?"
"OH right! Yasu! YAsuuuuuuUU; that's right."
"Stick to her, learn everything you can. Keep your ears open and record anything to our @flutter Private server."
The only thing he could muster in front of his captain was a sigh and nod as he placed his arms right under into his Shihakusho.
"I suppose the easier way to pry things from...with enough bribes..."
He exchanged a quick look with Maho, both knowing what it might mean. After all, it is their food that would be at risk... Just for the sake of investigation... As usual, this is something that's expected of the Ninth Division to struggle and prosper in the arts of investigation.
And so, Maho and Jiroshizo split into their destination with Jiro heading to the Second Division. Though he may be wondering about what'll occur once he gets there as he appears to be fidgety. Still, he had to advance in the current path.
Just all in a day's work.
Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei ===========> To Southeast Seireitei