[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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Hands shaking, Zanpakuto gripped tightly in a clenched fist. His nails dug into the skin of his palm where they met, nearly drawing blood.
It's just a hollow. A sleeping hollow. You can do this. Get it together!
Ranting at himself internally with such intensity it took four calls of his name before his partner grabbed his attention.
It was coming. He wished desperately that the Captain were there. With his support they wouldn't even need this many members putting themselves on the line over a stupid hollow. What was the point of bringing the damned thing inside of the clinic anyway? Akito had been given little information on the situation other than his particular role in the event: standing guard. He was to help retrieve it and keep the Kido users safe as well as ensure it didn't escape.
Rattling could be heard from his violent shaking. How long had it been since he had seen a real live hollow? And he was supposed to protect people from it? Anger began to replace his fear. It made no sense for him to have been chosen for such a mission. Who was in charge of putting this together? Gritting his teeth together he gave a determined look as he began to push past the others that all awaited in their coordinated positions. He refused.
I'm not disposable. They can't treat me this way they....
Confused faces surrounded him along with a few that were obviously annoyed. One woman opened her mouth to speak, leading him to put a hand up to stop the reprimand before it began. They were all putting their lives on the line. They had all been trained for this. If he harbored so much fear then perhaps he was due for some training time.With this in mind he shuffled back to his place, standing firmly as he looked forward with pride. He had been chosen for something special. He should be flattered, not offended. Everything moved quickly as Junko arrived, though with her by their sides he couldn't help but smile. He was confident in himself and his abilities. He would not fail his division.
It took little time for them to settle in, the transfer going so smoothly and quickly he wondered what he had ever been worried about. Before he knew it, though, he was inside the room with the hollow. His fear was not as high as before, though it was difficult to look at. He stood to the side of the door, his partner on the other side. As they stood their guard the advanced Kido users began working on their extra barriers as well as doing something with the hollow that he hoped meant it would lie there motionless until the ordeal was over.
So surrounded by many that he knew and did not, he could feel the incoming presence. Thinking little of it he kept his eyes firmly planted on the hollow as the others moved about. But it was still there. And it was closer. The creeping feeling of someone watching you made his skin crawl until he could no longer stand it and turned to look out the window in the door to catch sight of the one whose eyes were upon him. Despite the feeling he had he had not expected the strange purple hues that peeked into the room and eyed the hollow and could not hide his shock.
"There's another one!"

Accepting the heavy tome with both hands Junko thanked the woman before she went back to her duties. Opening the cover for a moment she read over the report that was filled in so far with a sigh. Paperwork was the bane of her existence. Written within was all the information Fourth had on the situation involving the hollow. From the point of deciding it was necessary to detailing the events in the World of the Living that led to its capture to its arrival in the hands of the other squad. Now it was her turn. Although this was an annoying concept she would have at least the opportunity to brief herself on what exactly was going on.
Annoyance subsiding as she had stumbled upon some type of good news it returned almost immediately as she felt the unmistakable reiatsu of the man from before. She wasn't quite sure why the man created such a feeling within her but it could not be helped. Turning to face him as she approached, head tilting slightly in confusion.
As he began to her teeth clenched despite herself. Though his words in themselves were innocent enough- even in their delivery-, she couldn't help but get the sensation she was being talked down to. She let her face remain passive as she listened to him, choosing not to reply to his questions and allowing him to continue bombarding her with them before he finally got to his true purpose in speaking to her.
The last syllable had barely rolled off his tongue when she raised her voice.
"No."

This silly, smiley woman harbored none of that brightness in that moment. The word alone was a complete shut down of any further conversation on the matter. Refusing to even give a reason and potentially open a debate with the man. It was not a possibility. Risking its escape with an unnecessary ordeal or even its death concerned her. It also struck her as a strange thing that a man in his position who visited the Living World so often would be so excited at the sight of one. There was nothing particularly special about this one that she was aware of; its current living quarters the only bizarre aspect of the situation and obviously not the source of his excitement.
Looking past him she faced the woman leading those handling the hollow for the moment.
"Send someone unessential to the Kido Corps for an expert to better our barrier. And don't forget to finish your sweeps,"
As the woman nodded and began her new orders Junko's eyes turned to the man, a light smile on her face as she returned to her care-taker role.
"this wing of the clinic is currently closed. You'll need to leave the area for now. I can have an escort help you find the nearest exit or I can escort you back to the patient you're here visiting."
A wary eye upon him, the others were quick to pick up on the sensation her reiatsu was sending out; her mistrust and preparation for a potential backlash from the man resonating within them all and creating a very alert group that surrounded the man.

 

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The spirited shinigami was pleased to see his fellow subordinates. Their presence seemed to lift his spirit. As expected, his animated entrance snatched their attention for a moment, but seeing as though they were all there to focus on training, he decided to leave them be, beginning some training of his own. Jat settled upon an empty space within the dojo, scanning his surroundings.
’I’m glad to see y’all..’ he stated to himself, bowing his head respectfully, before sinking flat onto the ground, lying face first. With his left hand firm against the steel ground, planted underneath his shoulder, he hoisted himself up, supported by the single hand as well as his toes. When his arm reached full extension, he lowered himself again, nice and slow, engaging most of the muscles along the left portion of his upper body. A trained eye would notice the wiry ripples, formed along his arm as the muscles contracted.
The single repetition served him well in getting some blood pumping, but it was nothing more than a feeler. Rather than moving through a full range of motion, the true value of his exercise came from total stillness. He was at the lowest point possible without touching the ground, retaining the position. Remember, most of his weight was supported by the single arm.
After stabilizing this posture, he remained static. There was no shakiness or numbness in his arm. Tolerance that built up over the years, required that he spent a sufficient amount of time in the particular stance in order to challenge the muscles and sinews to the point of failure.
With tension building in his left arm, he shut his eyes, focusing on breathing. While inhaling through the nose, he began to visualize a diverse range of musical notes, outlined by a sky blue tint. At the same time, a sky blue hue highlighted his frame. The tension continued to build as he exhaled, although, his deep state of concentration granted him the wherewithal to resist the growing pain.
Deciding he had enough, Jat pressed himself up in a slow and controlled manner. His muscles ached along the way as he felt as though needles had punctured his arm, kneading the muscles of the upper and lower portion. He opened his eyes, as the emanating reiatsu dispersed from around him. Looking on ahead, he watched as the lieutenant approached Jigo.
”Oi! I got a great idea you bums! let’s go to the hot springs!”
”Hell yeah! I’m down.” He smiled at the lieutenant’s words, rubbing his hands together. After the strenuous isometric exercise, Jatiri could use some relief.
“Yes, yes, we’ve all been working hella’ hard, why not kick back and enjoy life?”
Kyuuzou had a point. The last few months of training had been intense, so Jatiri was more than happy to finally kick back and learn more about his peers.
“And after that, let’s grab a bite in the Rukongai, or Jiro can whip us up somethin’ here when we’re done,”
”Sounds good to me boss.” Jatiri followed behind the others, leaping up to tap the door frame, before exiting the dojo.

 

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Yeah, It was Enso. Jinnosuke and Enso go way back. Immediately clicking personality wise because Jin refused to play into Enso's polite bullshit. This made Enso start to search the vocabulary for words to use as insult's but even then, Jinnosuke is unshaped by it. "Man, you really know how to get your ass kicked, huh, Jinno? I mean look at you, 'Lieutenant'. You're nothing more than a pile of..." The snot would pause and smile that fake smile. "You're not even a pile of bones. Those have been reduced to dust. Yeah, that's it! You're a pile of dust. A weak one at that, haha!" Jinno would smile and put his hand on his chin with a wince. Staring at Enso's fake face Jinnosuke would just allow him to prattle on. He would lean back in the chair and then look around, trying to be subtle but Jinnosuke could tell he was distracted. He spun slightly and would watch the door before looking back towards the cieling and continuing on; "Jinnosuke... Shouldn't a Vice Captain be more capable?" He was trying to bite down, yet still Jinno was a bit too much meat for his little mouth. "I mean, your bones have been crushed, you're hiding things from nurses like a child and you sit here content in your broken condition...." He tried again, harder, sinking his flat teeth into Jinnosuke when he was apparently at his most helpless. "What in the hell do you expect to be able to do anyway?" Attempting to inject even more venom into the man, Jinnosuke still allowed the man to continue. "After all, if you'd just stuck to what you know best, hell, if I can even say that." Here it came, his grand stanza of an insult; "If you were really the Lieutenant of the Division known to abide by the sword die by it, why didn't you just die?" That was it? He built up all that tension just to say he should die. Weak. Jinnosuke noticed Enso starting to look away, at further commotion. Jinno sensed it too, but unlike Enso, he was aware of the reason it existed. To bring Enso back to reality, Jinnosuke did nothing but laugh in Enso's reclined direction. His hearty gruff laugh, booming throughout the room, followed by a small shudder of pain.
" Enso you Dumb Ass!" he would laugh a small bit more. " You just can't help but know everything huh, you drama queen. And with that single insult, Jinnosuke inserted his own venom under the masked mans own skin. Jinnosuke knew something Enso did not. This single bit of revelation gave Jinnosuke a warmth inside his being he had claimed a small victory over Enso, and Enso knew it. " If you came by the last two months you would know that i've cleared the Division of all but the bare necessities, Eleventh Division has reinstated it's fundamentals of the sword, and i was busy learning my Bankai." This last bit of information was probably going to make Enso recoil in the chair he sat upon.
Reaching over and taking Ikari from the dresser stand it leaned on, he would set it across his lap. The jaggedly wrapped bandages around an unfamiliar blade to Enso. For he only knew Ikari; Jinno's Zanpakuto as a giant hulk of metal in a large rectangle. Now it resembles the blade of his past, as The Devil Jin. Jinno would set his hand down on the blade and continue; " I've been mastering Jinzen (刃禅, Blade Zen) with my Zanpakuto Spirit, She has taught me more than you're useless ass ever did heh." This last part obviously a jest, Enso had taught Jinno the fundamentals of Shunpo so he could pass his entry exams. Jinnosuke's own eyes would dart to the reiatsu of the hollow outside. He would grit his teeth and then look over at Enso. " Lieutenant Omoni was sent on a mission to recover a being we could use to heal my bones. Using her Zanpakuto. She has yet to come back from the living world, and i am starting to get worried. Not about my own health, as you said, i am content. The price of wisdom and the teachings of my blade cost me my body." Jinnosuke was calm and almost serene, this was probably a shock to Enso who has never had seen this side of the Devil. " I am going to become the Kenpachi and strive for Captain of Eleventh Division. This last year spells trouble on the horizon, and the peace we have had in Seireitei and the other worlds has blinded us to our own short comings. It's time to stop being an idiot and take action." Jinnosuke would continue by setting his other hand on his Zanpakuto as well.
Taking the blade and resting it on the nearby dresser once again, he would then look over and smile his own fake smile at Enso. One hiding the Devil of Eleventh behind it. A dead give away that anyone would be able to tell, Jinnosuke was ready to spill someones blood again.

 

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Listen Here!

It was evident that his presence was one that wasn't meant to linger. Despite the fact that he wasn't mean to stay within the 4th Division, he couldn't help but egg on those that were simply doing the best that they could at their jobs. A singular goal roamed within their minds: healing the ailments of their patients. His eyes had glided over the pages of many texts within the Academy time and time again, he was well aware of the conviction held by those within the 4th Division. When it came to their patients, they were not the type to shy away should danger near them. While it was true that his presence was dangerous, they had no way of knowing this. His exterior matched what interior they could detect when he allowed them. Having startling the young man with his appearance, the Shinigami cared not for his shaky remarks that showed just how paranoid he was. He had no way of detecting the man before his arrival on the scene where he'd taken his stance outside of the barrier. His presence had been erased simultaneous with his Shunpo, meaning that the boy was reacting to his physical and spiritual manifestation at the moment he had arrived and not before. Uaaa, what a pansy! Wishing for nothing more than a giggle, the man couldn't fulfill his wishes, as it would be quite odd for him to erupt in laughter at this very moment. The person who he had pressed for information was still wary of him, but he cared not.
She didn't question his hands being covered by each of his sleeves; the assumption that he was only rested them was a foolish one to make. By no means was the man a fair fighter. There was no need to be. Shinigami combat may have dictated that for some, but it was an unspoken rule that he saw no value in honoring. Honor was a fool's game. Those who participated in such a tradition were bound to fall, believing that they had done everything they could while tied to this false belief. Instead of surviving by any means necessary, they were bound to honor with shackles that followed them to their grave. Perhaps even to Hell, in which case shackles would be fitting, to say the least. The Nurse had picked up on the man's presence once more when she had come out with the tomoe in her hand. Her annoyance had shifted; an attempt to hide her grievances with the man, no doubt. The instructor was an eerie one to her, but she couldn't quite pinpoint why that was. Intuition was a strong thing for many, she was acting on a gut feeling, but it clearly led her to feel conflicted. Junko hadn't acted on such intuition and that was for the best. Ensō had no intention of having to put her down for pouncing on him or her teammates for that matter. If he were to draw his sword, it would spell misery for those around him. With Jinnosuke's spirit intact, he would no doubt attempt to make his way to the scene with a broken body, only to find lacerated bodies whose souls had left their bodies. Thankfully, this would not be the case. As the man spoke, he took note of the woman's facial expressions, his delight growing as he continued to vex her. His questions were rhetorical — he knew the answer to them. Having kept an eye on her the entire time, he could see her body shift once more as he prepared for her response.
"No." There it was. The grand spectacle he had awaited this entire time. Junko was finally pushing back, and rightfully so. Her reasons were sound and she did not appreciate his presence. Ensō's eyes grew even brighter than before; like a blazing inferno, the singular syllable infiltrated his ears and gave him a burst of adrenaline. If he wasn't in the presence of others, her demeaning words would make his eyes roll into the back of his head whilst he engaged her. Now was not the time, though.
Seeing the Nurse go from bright and even funny given the remarks she had made to Jinnosuke about his perverse nature earlier was phenomenal. A near-complete metamorphosis had occurred right before his eyes. There was no sugar-coating or leeway with her actions and words. Before arriving at the Kido barrier, Jinnosuke had informed the man of exactly what the presence was and why the Hollow was there. At this point, he was messing with the 4th Division for no good reason. It was utterly hilarious to see them scramble around to get ready to save the broken man while dealing with a curious instructor. No ill intent emanated from the man. Since his arrival, he really hadn't done anything that would suggest such a thing, especially given his extremely calm demeanor and the fact that he was following all of the rules that were set out. It was natural for him to be curious. Yes, he saw Hollows when in the real world and during practical exams. To say that they had interfered with a high degree would be quite the understatement, in fact. Many had fallen to his blade without a release command. His breathing appeared to be regular to those around him, and even those that honed in on it wouldn't be able to notice the particular tempo it followed. The Breath of the Crescent Moon was consistently being employed. In the event that he would need to draw his blade, Ensō would be able to summon forth any number of Zanjutsu techniques without wasting even a fraction of a second to center his breathing. There was no objection from the man before her next words, he hadn't really held onto the desire to see the Hollow. Knowing its purpose despite his questions was simply a part of his duplicitous nature.
"Send someone unessential to the Kido Corps for an expert to better our barrier. And don't forget to finish your sweeps," She was really concerned about the barriers, it seemed. There were no enemies present, so why did they need reinforcement? The intuition that had aided her thus far began to cloud her rationality, so much so that she was taking precautions that weren't all that necessary. Her smile had returned to her, and while it was genuine, it still held the malicious and untrusting intent that her cold refusal did.
"this wing of the clinic is currently closed. You'll need to leave the area for now. I can have an escort help you find the nearest exit or I can escort you back to the patient you're here visiting." Ah, there it was again. A passive-aggressive gesture that ensured her message was getting through to him. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to push her to the brink; she and the fellow Shinigami that supported her were prime subjects for experimentation. While her Reiatsu had not faded once since she had come to greet him, it was evident that it had grown stronger.
Junko's Reiatsu had fluctuated more so than before. This was a less than subtle way of telling the man to leave and that his presence was not welcome. Perhaps she thought that his curiosity had overstepped boundaries. How very... Intriguing to say the least. An escort, really? That was rich, coming from the one who had just borne her fangs to someone who would appear to be quite weak given the suppression of his own Reiatsu and Reiryoku. Her senses would not penetrate through the veil that had been crafted and cultivated for over 500 years. Despite this, he was slightly impressed by her ability to give such a 'suggestion' to the man. Truly, outward appearances could be deceiving. Junko wasn't as weak as he had perceived her to be. With his rather minimal presence that appeared quite weak when he allowed for it to be sensed; which he had done upon his manifestation outside of the barrier, it was evident that she wasn't one to judge by outward appearances either. Knowing his position as the 3rd Seat of the 3rd Division, perhaps her gut feelings had become more rational yet again. To onlookers, however; her sudden fluctuation would be rather odd given that the man hadn't done anything but ask a question and tease his long time friend. His hands came together in front of him, slipping out of his sleeves and their former position as a bead of sweat formed on his right cheek, his expression blossomed into one that appeared to be rather terrified at her actions. The only odd thing about this action would have to be the fact that it had been executed with such expedition that his hands would appear to linger in his sleeves for another three seconds.

"I am so, so sorry! I didn't mean to intrude on the 4th Division's activities. My curiosity simply got the better of me, Nurse." That horrid cackle of his echoed in his mind as his presence now emulated that of a truly weak and terrified Shinigami who could easily be taken out; something she'd no doubt pick up on.
"I won't be infringing on your activities or anything like that! In fact, I'll be heading out now." Words that would likely come as a relief to her when they reached her ears and the others would quickly be followed by another set of words that could not be seen as anything but oddly insulting and ignorant given his current 'weak' essence.
"You shouldn't flex your Reiatsu in such a way. It's not sly in the slightest and you could seriously harm your patients. If you relax someone's muscles too much, their heart could cease to be." Poison came from the weak man's lips, more potent than that which had been injected into Lieutenant Jinnosuke. "If you make such hasty actions, you'll do nothing more than appear weak. It's something I always tell my students; perhaps you could sit in on a lesson sometime." A blank expression now adorned the clown's face as his physical presence lingered for the next 10 seconds, while his actual body had made one swift and singular motion that allowed him to Shunpo back to the Third Division's Barracks in a single movement. His mastery of the flash step was nothing to scoff at; she'd likely find herself talking to a non-existent man whose hands had dropped after his fake apology. In the same moment that he'd vanished entirely, leaving his tangible after-image behind, the lips of the image left his final message:
"I won't be needing an escort, but thank you for the offer." A rather bland yet piercing remark had been left with the woman. The thought of shutting him down was simply a pipe dream. The metaphorical distance between the two was more than enough to make that apparent.

As the events in the central Seireitei continued on, the man's lust for battle grew. While in his own private quarters, he was not to be disturbed and he was free to make the expressions that he'd been suppressing all day. Biting down on his lip, his right canine pressed in so hard that it tore through his skin and allowed for his maroon blood to ebb from his lip to the bottom of his chin. There was discourse amongst the Captains. He wanted nothing more than to join in the commotion and let loose. Nothing more than to give and receive grievous wounds. Shinigami were durable, some more than others, but that was exactly what he delighted in. Their ability to take and receive damage was something that gave him the ultimate high; a rush only matched by the actions he took when taunting a foe or experiment while they were at their weakest. Preying on them was sublime, even more so when they fought back. He thought of Jinnosuke's words and how he didn't recoil at the moment that the word 'Bankai' had rolled off of the Lieutenant's lips. His body shuddered now, his shaking was so intense that he had a hard time maintaining his equilibrium while droplets of blood painted his floor every couple of seconds as he hadn't stopped the canine from applying pressure to his lips.
A Kenpachi?! Bankai!? Ah, it was too much. I'm going to have to kill him before he can even think about becoming a Captain. I want him to become a Kenpachi so I can cut him down. That expression he gave me, ahh, the euphoria is overwhelming, my body can barely handle this excitement! His thoughts raced as he still paid close attention to the Central Seireitei, deciding that he would perhaps go and bother the 5th Division now that he'd messed with the 4th Division. This day had been nothing short of amazing.

Northeast Seireitei ------> Southeast Seireitei

 

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From 7th Division Barracks

"Chicken Shit."
Daiki's ears perked up underneath his hood. He looked around a moment, still by himself. He knew who that was. Despicable little child… for something so young, Jufugu Shogi, his Zanpakuto Spirit, was very ferocious.
"Let them scream, it's not like you can help it, your mom gave birth to a monster. Heh."
"Shut up you little shit… I am not a monster. Nobody asked for your two cents."
"Least one of us has the two cents they was born with, I carry it all like some kinda luggage service, Here's a bear skin rug, oh yeah disclaimer this giant fuzzy carpet has identity crisis baggage trapped inside this stupid dark cube with you is my worst nightmare."
Daiki sighed. As it was his worst nightmare, it was an even worse nightmare to have a Zanpakuto spirit that had a big mouth and an even bigger attitude. Patience, was Daiki's biggest virtue with this… spiritual being that acted surprisingly immature.
Patience was also key with his Division seven team mates. He waited patiently until any of them arrived for training. He wanted to see where they were in terms of skill. He'd heard 7th needed help, but he just wasn't sure how much, exactly.