[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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When the blade halted, leveled with his head, drifting rays of light reflected upon it’s flat edge. Jatiri fastened his position, fixating on the illumination near the lower half of his blade. He became infatuated with it, garnering a half-smile. The sunray itself was mundane, but to Jatiri, it symbolized something beyond the scope of most. Rebirth. Up to this point, a previous duel with the captain weighed on him, leaving him dissatisfied in his own performance. For days, he pondered and reflected on choices he made during the fight. He didn’t believe that he lacked in speed and power, or that the Dragon’s spiritual energy got the best of him, although the Captain was clearly holding back. Instead, he thought a lack of patience impeded his ability to comprehend different variables. Thus, ineffective tactics left him stagnant. He took a single step forth, extending his left foot alone which widened his base before pushing off the same left foot, shuffling backwards and bringing his feet an appropriate distance apart, optimizing balance in his stance. The smell of smoke pestered his sinuses while a wave of heat brushed along his skin. Glimpses of the Captain’s large black auxiliary limbs replayed in his head. ’My style is lacking, it’s incomplete, I need to learn how to masterfully harness these sound waves at lower frequencies.’ he thought, before pushing off his rear foot and advancing two steps ahead, sheathing his Zan and folding both arms behind his back. He lifted his chin, gazing up at the sky. There’s a lot of fight left in the young shinigami, and he knew that any signs of weakness could result in death at any moment. Yet, this didn’t bother him, because the life he had in the slums was hardly a life at all. This was a better option in his eyes. He’s in a position to become someone great and memorable. ’There’s no better time for me to grow and learn more about myself.’ He thought. The smell of smoke faded away along with the surge of heat.
Retrieving his Zan from the scabbard, he called out: ”Asahi” as the blade vibrated to a point of invisibility, yielding around his torso in the shape of a chest piece which acted as a form of armor. The chest piece could be identified by a faint blue streak. Jatiri’s arms hung low as he tucked his chin into his collar and closed his eyes. He silenced his thoughts directing his attention to a wave of sounds which exerted from Asashi at around five Hz. Although his lids remained shut, his eyes shifted around at a rapid rate for a few moments. The vibration pulsated through his being, putting him at ease, as most of his muscles began to relax. Soon he felt as though he were floating. He never imagined that such bliss could exist in this world. His deep breaths synchronized with the existing vibrations which encompassed his entire being. With every breath, he thrusted himself into higher states of consciousness. Until, he found himself lurking in the midsts of darkness. He seemed to have been brought into some sort of void. Then, he remembered where he was because he’s been there before. The shimmering glow of his sky blue reiatsu provided him with a source of light as he strolled onwards, searching for someone or something, although it seemed futile in a place like this. The darkness was vast and endless. What was he searching for? Finally, emanating with a fiery hue that resembled the sun, a tall being emerged, standing idle. The hue was bright enough to conceal the being’s form, making it difficult to gauge it’s appearance. Jatiri lifted his chin as he continued towards him it. His legs became heavy as he grew closer and closer, struggling to maintain his composure. Finally, he approached the towering figure, uttering ”Asashi..”

 

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Across the landscape where it was full of vigor and peace for a time. A time of peace in the Soul Society—though this was clear that he couldn't help but feel an itch at the back of his neck. That it would end soon and he couldn't help but sense that. Could this be his unlucky radar? His hand continued to swat the drenched neck as it left behind a red handprint. Though he set out to find his friend, Kyu... the issue was that he didn't know where he was heading to. And so... He attempted to travel the soul society without a goal or knowing where to—a time that would be kept a secret to himself as he couldn't fathom what had occurred by the time he got back to the native perimeter of the Ninth Division.
"......"
A silence filled with despair and whimper.

"(whine) I hate my luck..."
He said as he realized the familiar energy within the Ninth Division's barracks as he tried to hold his tears back. This is clear that he was getting upset by the fact that he could have stayed instead... of going out and get in trouble. A clear indication due to his clothes being tattered a bit as he walked in the barracks' with his tears wiped off in such urgency.
"Kyu!" He exclaimed as he wandered around the barracks' as the members keep their distance from the unlucky Shinigami. "Wheere are you!?" He continued as he proceeded to engage in such a careless motion in where his body was becoming wiggly of the sort. His head poked out from doors to doors as he shifted from place to place until he arrived at his final destination.
"......Hi"
Though he whispered. It was loud and clear for anyone in the room to hear as his hair poked out like a sore thumb. With his hands placed onto the door as he moved upward for his eyes to see.

 

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”Stop right there. That’s close enough.”
The sounds of blaring whispers teetered throughout the void, resulting in forceful vibrations which pierced through Jatiri’s bones. His muscles tensed at once as a consequence, and he halted with his left leg ahead, leaning upon it to a small degree. Honing in on Asahi’s spiritual pressure, Jatiri managed to detect his tonal inflection, tracking patterns from the existing vibrations, and deciphering his words with little to no effort. He sharpened his gaze, observing how Asahi’s illuminated form seemed to drift off, gaining an additional three meters between Jatiri and himself. But why? What the hell was his deal? Was he above communication with his “master”? Well.. if that were the case, no one should fault the Zanpakuto spirit. Jatiri didn’t put much effort into bonding or understanding his Zan, although he often called upon him to aid in his ambitious endeavors. Meanwhile, Asahi questioned Jatiri’s dominion. He viewed him as an incompetent fool who refused his guidance. However, at this point, whatever differences they shared ought to be settled. Right here. Right now.
Jatiri squinted, lifting a hand over his eyes as he shouted aloud.”Yo! what the fu-“
”Silence!” Asahi commanded, speaking over his master. With that, he smothered the air. His whisper evolved into a lion’s roar. Who would dare challenge a mighty lion? Jatiri couldn’t believe it. He’d never seen Asahi act in such a manner. So serious..so cold. Maybe Jatiri was rubbing off on him.
He continued, ”It is my time to speak. Your lack of regard for someone who you consider a friend is disheartening.” Asahi paused for a moment, allowing his words to seep through his maestros conscience. ”Do you believe me to be your ally simply because you utter my name? Or maybe because I lend you power?” Asahi snickered. The young shinigami flinched, although he remained silent. Asahi’s tone manifested a level of discomfort in Jat, but he wouldn’t interrupt or suppress his Zan’s feelings.
“You haven’t even attempted to seize a quarter of my power. So how could you be ambitious? You’re merely suicidal.” Jatiri raised a brow, puzzled by these words. ’Not even a quarter huh? I see.’ he thought, understanding the gist of what Asahi was getting at. He acknowledged how he’d neglected his insight and relied on his own judgement alone. He accepted that things must change in order to become stronger.
Asahi went on, assassinating Jatiri’s character. ”Still, you stand before me, convinced that you possess all the answers. Silly guy. Oh, and before I forget..that fight with the captain was absolutely pitiful. You may have not lost the duel, but you sure as hell didn’t win it either. You lacked finesse.” Jatiri averted his half lidded eyes. ’Is he done yet?’ His patience was running thin. How much longer would he have to endure this scolding?

 

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Having to be nearly strapped into the medical bed, The Devil was being taken to an intensive care room to further avoid interaction from others, and himself. He could do little here except grasp what he has put him though, in hindsight it was entertaining to him. After spending hundreds of years in the Maggot's Nest, Anything could be better, even death. This cold contemplation is what calmed him, his blood pressure no longer agitated. Little more than calculated and compressed breaths and the counting of the lights on the ceiling as he was taken further into the complex. ' one, two, three, four ....' The lights went on. A brief flash of white light and then sudden darkness. His thoughts drifted back to his Spirit world. The things he learned, the transformation Ikari went through. He needed to overcome his own boundary and take the next step on his path, a familiar story in the Seireitei. He couldn't believe what an idiot he had been, going to the extreme to train himself like that. Every bone in his body was little more than blood pudding, it was only through his sheer willpower that he even remain conscious. He kept counting, fifty two, fifty three, fifty four, they stopped.
He looked around and under that same white light, a door. A wooden door with the black numbers, fifty four, in the center of it. One of the Medical shinigami opened the door and the other pushed him into the room. From there they tried to lift his heavy body up onto the bed in the middle of the room. After heaving for a few seconds, they looked at each other then down to Jin. He laughed with a grunt and then did his best interpretation of a shrug. " One second Lieutenant Ueku. " He muttered. Leaving the room he then shortly came back in with two more Medical Shinigami. With the four of them, they were able to lift him up onto the bed, A small laugh coming from The Devil before they started to leave. He tried to move best he could to get comfortable in the overly luxurious medical beds. " Pffffff, Overpaid and understaffed. Typical." He said now that he was alone.
From here, Jinno would enter a meditation once again. This was all he could to to prepare himself. The path he chose was full of combat, he would strive to become the best at Zanjutsu, Gain the Title he knows belongs to him and finally put that white coat on. He saw it with his own eyes, the lack of commitment to battle. There was hardly anyone to step in to help with the event five months ago. Where were the Captains, What were they doing. Now rumors are funneling in on Flutter about an alleged mishap with certain high profile people. There needed to be more Captains. More Shinigami need to step it up, Jinnosuke included. These thoughts always came back to reflect on his own weaknesses. As much as he would like to get involved with what's been happening, He needed to start using his own rank. Suddenly, there was a knock at his door. " Come in! " Jinno shouted.

In popped Ruko, A fast on his feet Shinigami from Eleventh Division. Of all the people that he knew, it was this little hair ball that decided to stop by and actually check on their Lieutenant. " Hey Sir! You look like shit...." Jin's jaw dropped before he genitally started laughing. " Heh hahah, Yeah you're right kid i do. That's what you have to go through to become the strongest, Keep that memorized. I'm glad you're here though, i need you to send word to someone in the Twelfth Division that i would like to have a new training facility build where i blew up the old one. I've been thinking of some designs that might be right up their ally. Ruko looked at Jinno for a second and then sparked up; " Right! yes i can do that, I can get over there pretty quickly if i don't stop any where else. So what exactly do you want me to ask them, i'm sure they will want us to pay for it. I can arrange that if you don't mind too." Jinno smiled and then asked Ruko to get his phone out, From their he instructed Ruko to type out the designs for the a new type of training facility, Made to the same standard expectations of typical training spaces. However, Jinnosuke wanted to know if the Twelfth Division was able to put equipment in the new Training Facility. Specifically to increase the force of gravity in the space. So that it could scale up to match the force of the pressure reached when Jinnosuke's Bankai exploded the old one. If not he would have to take his questions elsewhere.
Ruko nodded and asked; " Is that all Lieutenant? If so i just have one more thing. " Jinno nodded and laid his head back to rest as he listened to the kid. Ruko went to the door and opened it, then to Jinnosuke's surprise drug in large dingy white wrappings. Ruko pulled and piled them up onto Jinnosuke's lap, carefully. As to not hurt him any further. He then gave Jin a thumbs up and shot out of the room, closing the door behind him. A small chuckle escaped Jinnosuke after he was alone again. Setting his hands on the Wrappings of his Zanpakuto he focused his Reiryoku to manifest the Blade, fully wrapped and laying against his legs. " There you are girl, Thought i had to track you down later. " He took the massive cleaver and set it along side his bed. Before sinking back into the fluffy pillows. From there it was a simple task to sink into slumber. When was the last time he had slept. Rest came easy as he lay his head back and allowed the medicine he was given to start working.

 

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Ijoushi was surprisingly skilled at entertaining himself, so much so that he was startled by the swiftness of his return. His mind was a very atmospheric realm, and as he walked his observations blended into mental notes, then contemplation, and eventually deeply interpersonal mental analysis. It was almost a danger for the boy to be stuck in his thoughts for so long, and after several minutes he found himself haunted by his cognition, troubled by the existential horrors he had conjured up. It became gradually evident in his demeanor to, and his face flushed a pale green hue, his eyes widening and his lips quivering. They were natural thoughts though, and they seemed to fade after a while, his contemplation stepping back into a more casual place. It had been a while since he had experienced an episode of thought as personal as this, as he usually only made observations, or spoke with others about mostly lighthearted things. It was probably good for his spirit though, and Ijoushi felt a refreshed sort of will as he returned; his disposition changed to a more confident and prepared one.
As he arrived back in his division, Ijoushi grinned, peering out around the area. He still felt a raw sort of warmth every time he stepped foot in the place, and couldn't help but react. It had been some time since the young Shinigami had spent some decent time in his home division, and he felt it an appropriate time to train, or at least meet up with his fellow officers. Fashioning his left hand over his brow to cast off the sun, Suru cast a better look around the district, hoping to catch a glimpse of one of the other seats. It offered no avail though, and the boy frowned and continued on, letting his fingers furl daintily over the embellished hilt of his Zanpakuto. Breaking once more into a sanguine (But somewhat ill-pitched) hum, he prowled through the Ninth, searching for any sign of his companions.
Ijoushi's bird-like attentiveness held true, and it wasn't long until the boy stumbled upon Kyuuzou and his newfound training partner. First, he heard metallic clanks, assumedly from some sort of large blunt object, most likely a weight. Ijoushi took note of this, and then cupped his ears, curling his hands neatly around them, waiting in silence. Next, the boy could discern minor grunts from the area; audio that only solidified his weight hypothesis, and signified that some sort of training was occurring. As if those previous sounds weren't enough, the gargantuan boom that followed certainly made it clear, and Ijoushi found himself clutching to the ground with his geta, taken aback temporarily by the abruptness and sheer magnitude of it.
"Woah..! I definitely gotta go check that out, there must be some really intense training session going on."
After some light stretching, Ijoushi made his way to the gym, which he discerned was located above the wooden stairs. He scurried up them, letting his feet embrace and then neatly spring off from each stair, in a somewhat frantic, but strangely elegant manner. After Jigoku's comment had been made, the boy emerged from the entrance. He noticed the two immediately, and felt relieved and content to have finally encountered some of the others. Before he could speak, a wave of guilt swept over the Shinigami, and he remembered the eventfulness of his mission.
"..Hello! Apologies, Kyuu-san, I wasn't able to obtain any Scoop on my mission, but I guarantee you that I'll definitely find one next time!" The boy raised his hand to his forehead in a saluting fashion out of instinct, but quickly returned it to his side, remembering his position. "But don't worry, I'm gonna train a lot now, so next time I return to the streets of Seireitei I'll be better equipped.. if that's okay with you, I mean."
Ijoushi looked up at his associates and stifled a smile. His guilt was mostly whisked away by the captivating aura of the gym, and he felt almost obligated to train, and better himself.