[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

[BSD]

Listen Here!

Surely, this pain was a farce. That's what the man told himself over and over again within his psyche, reiterating to himself that he truly believed some freak incident had occurred between himself and those that he had decimated. They were no more than bloodstains. Their blood would eventually ebb into the garden where it could serve as nutrients for a rather healthy and now eerie harvest that was to come. Those who had bravely defied the instructor were no longer of this world. Unfortunately, no ceremony had been performed to cleanse their souls and make their reincarnation a peaceful one. Thousands of spears along with gravity that had crushed their bodies allotted them a rather lethal end. How sad... He thought, as the words of despair and regret came out of his mouth in the form of inquires to the dead souls before him.
At the same time that the man was putting up the act, joy seemed to well up inside of him. For one reason or another, Ensō's dramatics were not interrupted by his personal thoughts, which directly contrasted with what he was displaying. Yes, it was indeed a sad situation, but that's what made it even more enjoyable. Kurohitsugi had only taken one thing from him, but it made up for this by giving him an everlasting memory of the desperate struggle he'd seen before it fully closed. What exactly had it stolen from him? Screams of pain and horror. Surely, none of the men wished to die, but that didn't mean anything to the clown. In fact, he wanted nothing more than to jump into the Black Coffin just to see their faces on the verge of death. What were they feeling? What were they saying? Were they praying to some foreign God, perhaps? All questions he posed to himself made his body shake, a shake that would be mistaken for sadness and his own terror once he 'realized' what had happened. Everything had taken place so quickly. Little effort had been put into their slaughter, save the high level Hadō. Hadō of this caliber was nothing more than a parting gift from the professor to those who couldn't keep up with his instructions. To fail this class meant death and that's exactly what they had received.
Destroyed, ripped apart, in tatters, unrecognizable, nothing more than bloodstains! Ah, how lovely it must be to become a subject of my games, truly. If only there were two of me, I could relish in this more often. Sickening thoughts ruminated within the man's head, but never reached the surface where his facade continued to show itself without breaking for even a second.
The barracks of the Seventh would've undoubtedly caught on to this rather quick execution, but they lacked the context needed to question Ensō properly. Considering the fact that they'd just lost a 4th seat and two other unseated members, they would surely be confused. Coupled with their loss of memory due to their hallucinogenic dreams that they would dare not share with others, this made for an absolutely delightful situation. The Fifth and Sixth Division were guaranteed to arrive soon. What kind of idiot would attempt to flee from the scene, even if they were truly distraught? Time for the instructor's answer: A fool, which was something that he wasn't. Perhaps it was time for a pop quiz whenever the first individual or group arrived at his location. Maybe even a different kind of Shinigami's quiz. No, he couldn't — he would not risk that after slaughtering three men in cold blood with questionable circumstances, but motives that were apparent to him, and him alone. Memories, hopes, dreams, relationships: they had all been sealed into the coffin of death. Any inkling of a future had been taken and surely there would be some form of punishment given to the man. Punishment was subjective, though. Execution, jail, beatings, or even something as minor as a temporary suspension could come about. Each option varied in its letahliy, making the man even more excited to see what was to come.
As tears fell from his face while his palms covered it, the man's ears perked up ever so slightly as well as his nose and sense of touch. His naturally enhanced senses recognized the Shinigami as he appeared, not leaving a single detail for questioning. The adjucator had appeared before him. In this world, one may consider luck to be a concept that is nonexistent, but Ensō couldn't help but believe at this moment. Water continued to come from his eyes as he slowly looked up at the 3rd seat whom he knew extremely well. A bond between the two was present, something that would no doubt be put into question based on the scene before them.
The Sixth is rather quick on the uptake, I see... This really can't get any better, can it?" Yet again, the sadistic clown had been blessed. Men such as himself were meant to uphold the law, but if their conviction was not solid, then it could be exploited. He knew the Kiyoshi very well, the two had quite the bond, indeed. Had his relationship with the man not existed, he would've already been in handcuffs, or the attempt would have been made. A sniffle escaped the man as the 3rd seat spoke to him. Wiping his tears, he looked once more at the man before answering. Crimson clashed with a lovely purple, threatening to overtake it. Although his eyes did not betray him, he was not opposed to betraying the man. The longer this farce went on, the more he got to play. Lips parted and words danced from the instructor's mouth onto the adjucator's ears:
"I... I wish I had more to say about what just happened. Shusuke-kun, you know me. This isn't something that I would-" He interrupted himself with a small whimper, his voice broke for a moment before he continued on, transparent poison seeping from his mouth as he told his 'truth.' "I was within the Third Division's Barracks not along ago, you see. Then, I suddenly sensed something amiss when a Shikai was released outside of the Central Seireitei. I've already gathered that the Captain's meeting wasn't going the best, so I have been on high alert." Thus far, his words weren't wrong or misconstruted at all, he would tie in the truth with lies, making it difficult to determine the right course of action. "One of the Shinigami here released his Shikai, something that I could sense from the Southeast, given that I was extremely anxious about the events going on in Central. At that time, I immediately rushed here, relieved to see that a spar was going on. The three Shinigami before me seemed to be kind at first, so I obliged them in their request for a spar, thinking that we could all use something to take our minds off of the power coming from Central. I am an instructor at the Academy, after-all..." Trailing off, he had to regain his composure yet again before continuing on as he gently bit his lip, showing the pain that he was in when speaking. "Then... I could feel it. The three young ones had turned their blades on me to kill me, not to spar with me. My anxiety mixed with my genuine fear for my life, and I utilized Kurohitsugi in order to subdue them... But I clearly lost control and killed the young ones... I'm so, so sorry! I didn't mean to do this! Why!? Why did they turn their blades on me!?"
And so, the act continued uninterrupted, allowing for the man before him to soak in the information as it came to him. Kurohitsugi was not a forbidden spell, but it certainly was a spell that was for combat. Given the circumstances, Ensō was enjoying himself, despite the atrocities he had committed.

 

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It didn't take long for Shoumetsu to realize that the person he was talking too had already succumbed to exhaustion and looked to be out cold. A small sigh escaped him with things as it was growing bored just sitting around doing nothing for a while. The person he usually fought quite often to get rid of boredom, Shinjitsu Kyo, last to his knowledge went out on a mission to the world of the living probably having one hell of a time without him. Glancing around the room he noticed a hole in the wall than out of the corner of his eye caught glimpse of his Lt zanpakuto just sitting beside his bed. Shoumetsu curiosity soon got the best of him quietly making his way closer to Jinnosuke bedside to pick up the zanpakuto and slowly unsheathed the blade staring at his reflection in it. Now fully removing the blade from its saya he gave it a few test swings noticing the weight of the blade felt much different compared to his own often felt almost weightless but for somebody who studied about the old traditional way of the sword the human samurai practiced along with the teachings of zanjutsu he was able to understand the reason why clearly. He found himself thinking upon how humans talked about the sword having a soul and couldn't help wonder if they happened to know about zanpakuto as well or stumbled across shinigami during their era at some point. Before putting Jinnosuke sword back where it belonged he had to test out something out of his interest before figuring out what was going on around here.
"Slaughter...Musaboru Ikari..."
He paused for a few minutes after calling out the name of Jinnosuke zanpakuto with conviction to see if it was possible to release it since he never saw anybody try this before. After an awhile, he started to repeat a bunch of random phrases calling out the zanpakuto name before giving up and just placed it back by his bedside, "Damn thing must be broken or ignoring me". Thankfully, a few seconds after he stopped this experiment one of the 4th division unseated members stepped in who was helping look after the broken Lt giving the urgent message about what was exactly going on this entire time. His lips immediately curled into an anxious smile about the chance of getting to face an opponent strong enough to be dealing with so many people on equal grounds or possibly even fighting with the upper hand against them. He knew the 4th division captain could have not gotten too far hopefully, so took in a deep calming breath to put his mind at ease, and expanded out his senses drowning everything else out around him. That strong fierce reiatsu exerted only a few minutes ago remained burning fresh in the back of Shoumetsu head until soon light blue-colored spiritual ribbon grazed across his hand finding his target.
"How did he reached there already...fucking hell I guess I have no choice or if I am late then I will never hear the end of it from him when he wakes up. Hopefully, Rin hauls ass to meet up with us right away."

Shoumetsu murmured the last part to himself not having the luxury to wait up for his other squadmate then quickly extended out his right arm. Bandages quickly unraveled from out of his haori like a serpent coiling around his body until it surrounded him using the kido, Sentan Hakuja, to transport directly to where he followed the young captain's spiritual ribbon location. The thought of togabito breaking free from the prison was something that intrigued him greatly, not knowing much about them but in his pursuit searching for other stronger beings out there, Hell seemed to house the worse of them.
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Looking onto the scene as he stood directly behind his friends position, taking up a pose that resembled a praying nun, accompanied by the sounds of the winds slow and calm howls against his messy black mop, and the slight cries of Enso’s weeping. This wasn’t anything new in particular, he was fairly in touch with himself and quite easy to break down. Shusuke never once held that against him, in fact he honored that he was so in tune with his feelings. Whereas the Smoking Ghost was nearly completely devoid of anything left. Shusuke walked closer towards Enso as he needed to investigate the situation, he moved in a manner so as not to alarm Esno in any way. In fact, he nearly ignored Enso and loomed closer to the thick three by three of bloodstains. He kneeled down and studied it hard, only one thought came to mind: “This’ll have a hard time coming out of the concrete….”.
He listened to all he had to say, but during his story, at any given moment if in the case he were to fidget or move to adjust himself in any way, Shusuke wouldn’t threaten him but he would sharply look back at him from his open crime scene, and inform him that he wouldn’t be leaving until he answered a few questions, and he’d better stay still if he wants this to go by easy. Prepared for the worst, He dipped his finger in the puddle of blood, and sniffed it, one was definitely regular Shinigami blood, the other was more akin to some form of animal. But he brushed this off as he could’ve been entirely wrong. Shaking his head and sighing, he soon had to make a decision. It was fairly easy but the steps in which he needed to take now needed to be determined.
He knew this man, they had been friends for quite some time. But he has never allowed other relationships interfere with the commitment he has to his job. Shortly after, he stood up to his tall frame and took out his Denreishinki X and proceeded to hit the options to alert the First, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Divisions. Using his blooded hand to hold the phone and his other hand to type with an index, middle and ring finger. Obviously he’s had to call in many times before. Tapping the voice-to-text option before sending the alert, he calls out the situation.
”Yeeeeaahhh….This is Shusuke Kiyoshi, Third of Sixth. Anyone on these lines I got a three twenty-four in the Northeast Seireitei. That's a Black Coffin alert for all you desk jockeys. Requesting back-up from Fifth and Seventh to find the perpetrator and Fourth Division to pick up the blood samples of the deceased...You won't be needing a large vessel. Kiyoshi out.”
All aforementioned Divisions will have received a buzz or notification depending on their settings on the device. Putting his phone away and wiping his fingers in his obi sash, he turned back to Enso to finally ask him some questions. Curling his fingers to create a small balled fist, he would slowly form the beautiful black winged creatures that carry the messages between Shinigami. He however did not deploy it just yet, as he needed more of a reason to utilize it. It did however serve a purpose. He found little coincidence of his being here but he never knew him to be violent or bloodthirsty. There have been few individuals in the Seireitei who can pull off a Hado of that caliber, Shusuke seeing it twice in his lifetime, the second time around he saw it in its full death dealing majesty much to his chagrin. He’d help his friend to his feet if he allowed it, and offer him a handkerchief he keeps on him to wick away sweat, it hadn’t been used today thankfully.
”You’re going to need to tell me everything that happened here. I’m not the only one who saw that Coffin. You know what the penalty is for using such powerful kido within our bodice. Surely you could’ve found a more educational and less deadly spell?”
He would try and disarm any feeling of pressure or anxiety and try to level out the situation. He wished little to arrest Enso, but if the need presented itself then he would have no choice than to bring him to justice. He looked him in the eye and nowhere else, if there was a time for Enso to fess to anything that he may have conveniently ”forgot” prior, now was the time. He would help him, but only if he knew he had probable cause. This was a Level Ninety Hado.

 

[BSD]

Listen Here!

The feeling of being watched was something the man was accustomed to. All too often did he find prying eyes scrutinizing his every action. They wanted him to walk on eggshells; to tiptoe in order to ensure he made no mistakes. Such lackluster attempts never broke the man. No, every time he was put through another metaphorical trial, his deceptive capabilities simply grew stronger. This was yet another one — and a rather daring one, to say the least. A slight wind picked up around the two, causing his hair to cover both of his eyes for a brief moment as the man brought out his Denrishinki X in order to type his message — the radiance had disappeared in this split second, replaced by disdain. Every single move thus far that Shusuke had made was categorized by the instructor. There was a level of unsureness that the man held. Surely this was a misunderstanding, the 3rd Seat must have thought. Ensō relished in experiencing the man's patterns give him away. With each passing heartbeat, he could feel the unease within the Sixth Divison member's heart. His breathing remained the same, but the smallest of noises such as the shift in posture and each tap that his finger made with his phone were all useful. While some were natural habits, the unease that Ensō would prey upon would surely work in his favor. The man before him knew not of the true deceptive nature of the clown. Not of the two — no three — ways of wounding the man before him that he could take.
Although the Shinigami of the 3rd was confident that he could subdue this man, there was no good reason to do so. In fact, with the Fifth and other Divisions being called, it would only make the scene worse should Shusuke go out in the middle of a broadcast or suddenly be interrupted before the call could stop ringing. Placing both of his hands just beneath his shoulders, the instructor shuddered each time Shusuke spoke. It was evident that fear had overcome him alongside anxiety and a whirl of other emotions. But what of the inside of this man's head? Complete and utter silence as well as conviction in the emotions he exuded. There was no panic, no fear, not even something as silly as anger. He was bound to be found, of course he didn't care that it had happened. The Soul King must have been smiling down on the man, as he had been blessed by having a friend of all people come upon him. So, would he withdraw the tanto and slit his throat as he was offered a hand? He could grasp it, crush it, and then stab the man all in one swift motion. After all, Shusuke's hand was on the side of Ensō that held the tanto this day, meaning that his free hand could slide it out of its wooden scabbard with no resistance. No, this simply wouldn't be the case today. What of the other weapons? Surely, it would take a mere flick of the wrist to grab the Kiyoshi's attention while the Shinigami committed a nefarious act, leaving him on the brink of death as a result. Alas, none of these answers were the correct one in the real Shinigami's quiz. Death was not in the forecast, not yet, at least. The instructor gripped the man's hand gently, taking the handkerchief and dabbing his forehead with his left hand, the one that was free. Kindly handing it back to the man, he bowed just his head and listened closely.
”You’re going to need to tell me everything that happened here. I’m not the only one who saw that Coffin. You know what the penalty is for using such powerful kido within our bodice. Surely you could’ve found a more educational and less deadly spell?”
Every word danced on his ears as a sweet melody that could make him fall asleep. Within the man's head were images of himself dancing around in the clothing of a clown, makeup and everything. A grand act required a grand appearance, after all. But, reality would afford something different; something more discreet. Opening his mouth, the clown's eyes continued to radiate as they always did, but this radiance was one that allowed for the man to scold himself while speaking, a tone that said that he deserved punishment for overreacting and not containing himself better. His lack of control was something he wasn't proud of; something that he felt he deserved to be punished for, but his tone certainly didn't reflect that of jail time or anything of that sort. It held a deep sorrow and a budding hatred for himself. He cursed the fact that he hadn't been able to control himself and yet he was referred to as a teacher — one who nurtured the Soul Born.
"You're not wrong, Shusuke-Kun. I am to blame for this disaster. In my haste, I fired off Kurohitsugi and lost contro—"
With that, the man's eyes went blank, as if his life had been robbed from him. With every movement and action thus far, the clown had been putting on an act that hurt someone. But that someone was himself. Within his shihakusho were 6-inch razor sharp needles that could pierce through attacks and vital points rather easily. Needless to say, they lined the entirety of his person, and as a result they required the man to be constantly aware of how he moved, although they couldn't penetrate his skin without a bit of pressure — that which he executed with each action. At this very moment, there was no way of telling that he had done this, because the blood that came from his back in multiple locations and his arms looked as if he had been lacerated quite a few times, with one rather large incision presenting itself from which he was bleeding the most profusely. Despite being above him, the man hadn't caught the entire backside of the instructor; something vital that would help aid the clown in the climax of this play. These needles were thin enough to go undetected by the human eye, even though they had all come together to tear the man apart.
This would show Shusuke that there had indeed been reasons for the man to defend himself, furthering his claims of self-defense and a lack of control. With the way things looked now, however, Ensō required immediate medical attention, otherwise he would possibly succumb to his wounds. He was, after all, a weakling in the eyes of those around him. In the same instant his eyes went blank, his breathing had dropped, and his heart rate had slowed; meaning a level of urgency was required. Those inspecting his wounds wouldn't be able to distinguish between the needles and a Katana's slicing powers, as hundreds of needles could indeed make a rather fake found. Kaido was one area that he was skilled in as well, but he wouldn't employ it on himself. For now, it appeared as if the man had lost consciousness, but he was ever aware of his surroundings.
Let the party begin!

 

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Sora, though aware of the tremendous chaos going about in the Seireitei today, had only just woken up some 20 or so minutes ago, giving himself time to wake up and get his morning tea before getting himself swept away into who knows what. Some people may drink coffee to get their day started, some even drink booze, Sora though prefers a nice hot cup of sweetened black tea to help him get moving. Though only having just sat down to calmly drink his tea, he dared to hope that none of the ruckus would affect him and he could just relax and make some rounds around the Western Rukongai, but then if he ignored such happenings around him then he could scarcely consider himself a Shinigami like everyone else. Though his time within 6th division had been short, merely a few months, he had already proved himself of 5th seat, at least to those in charge. Sora had not yet believed himself worthy of an official seat, but that only meant he would need to continue to prove himself even more, to both himself and everyo-- ~zzz zzz~
Just as Sora had started getting himself hyped and ready to get going, his Denreishinki X had gotten a message, cutting Sora’s train of thought as he looked at the device laying at the edge of his nightstand, threatening to vibrate right off the side. With a slightly reluctant sigh before shaking such reluctance from his mind and attempting to fill it with eagerness, Sora stepped from his spot at his table with his cup of tea still in one hand as he used the other to operate the device, flipping it open to see who messaged him. Bring the glass to his lips while his eyes narrowed and he began to read the text before him, one administered to several divisions from Third Seat Shusuke. This caused Sora to freeze in place, never downing any of his tea as he read the message, the first words coming from his mouth being.. “What the hell did I wake up to?”
”Yeeeeaahhh….This is Shusuke Kiyoshi, Third of Sixth. Anyone on these lines I got a three twenty-four in the Northeast Seireitei. That's a Black Coffin alert for all you desk jockeys. Requesting back-up from Fifth and Seventh to find the perpetrator and Fourth Division to pick up the blood samples of the deceased...You won't be needing a large vessel. Kiyoshi out.”
“A three twenty-four? Black Coffin? Christ things were worse than I thought”
After putting his cup down and responding to the text, a very simple “5th Seat, 6th Division, Sora Yoshima. On my way to your location”, Sora let out a deep breath as he closed the Denreishinki X and slipped it into his pocket, finally able to commit to his tea though sadly not able to sit and enjoy it, Sora picked up and then gulped down the rest of his tea down. Feeling the warm liquid make its way down his stomach, giving that same warmth to the rest of his body, Sora gave himself time only to get some very light stretches in and grab his Zanpakuto, Sutōmu Tachikata. Sutōmu had been sitting against the wall between the aforementioned nightstand and his bed, a plainly beautiful Zanpakuto in appearance alone, it’s golden yellow scabbard was matched by the braid that was fitted to the grip. The two most stand-outish features besides the bold color, was the cloud shaped guard bearing a few lightning bolts to help better represent the storm dwelling within the Sutōmu Tachikata’s true release; and the one-foot electric blue ribbon that Sora had attached to the very hilt of the Zanpakuto.
Getting fitted to Sora’s side, Sutōmu Tachikata knew full well the potential of the adventurer that Sora was about to dive into, having felt the sway of spiritual pressure within the Seireitei and especially in the more local areas, causing a bit of excitement that he might actually get to spread his wings. Being keenly aware of Sutōmu Tachikata personality and obvious excitement just from the feeling he got when placing his hand on the scabbard to pick it up, Sora couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle and an equally lightly amused sigh. “Seireitei is in a bit of a ruckus right now and you are just all happy and excited aren’t you. Look, I know you want out but don’t get your hopes up just yet. With any luck we won’t even need to result in unsheathing you at all.” This obviously did not exactly please Sutōmu Tachikata, but it also did nothing to sway it’s hopes from getting some amount of freedom. Not that Sora had imprisoned Sutōmu Tachikata, but Sora always felt a need to hold back when Sutōmu always wanted to let loose, a sometimes difficult balancing act if Sora is not careful.
Despite this, Sora had looked back to make sure he had turned everything off before looking forward again and Shunpoing out of the doorway, making his way towards where Shusuke was. Though Sora didn’t know what he was getting into or even what he would do when he got there, I had a few minutes to think about it before he arrived on site.