[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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And just like that the situation has been defused, or had it? Just moments ago Enso’s spiritual pressure had flared, proving he was strong enough to fight if he wanted to, even despite the injuries; and with Seiretei in chaos right now it would surely take awhile for any judgment to passed on Enso, but with the accusation and evidence going against him, he was certain to be found guilty. Without a doubt Enso knew this, he didn’t seem a stupid man even if he had incorrectly calculated the casting of his Kido. He was never really resisting arrest, instead just the medical treatment that Junko had offered him, but even so there was a tonal shift in the man's voice and emotion. But despite this uneasy feeling creeping into Sora’s thoughts, Enso held out his hands and was ready to be taken in, taken to the nest.
”As the sun and moon collide, all things in perfect alignment in the universe, forever call out the name of Justice. Punish those who demolish the good name of man, and act like swift lightning in the name of the Law. Sixth Division Binding spell, Hosoku.”
Watching Shusuke as the 3rd seat spoke aloud the incantation to 6th Divisions Bakudo, forming a green light around Enso’s wrist before solidifying into a pair of chain link cuffs. By the time the Kido had finished, the spiritual pressure that had been flowing from Enso had all but vanished, suppressed under the power of the Kido that Shusuke had just executed. It was all Sora could do to not get distracted by the utility simplicity of such a technique, knowing full well that some day soon Sora would need to add that to his arsenal, but for now there were far more important things to deal with.
Sora watched for a few seconds as Shusuke and Junko finished with the paperwork, while Emi handed Hideaki a box of medical supplies for Enso, her cat rubbing against Sora’s and Hiseaki’s legs before running off to meet her master in their departure. Looking down at the cat as it hopped and ran up to Emi, hearing Emi’s words to come visit her cat at some point in the future. While Sora didn’t know if he would remember or when he would even get the chance, he gave Emi and Pahar a soft smile before returning to focus his attention on Enso. That was until the broadcasting of a Seireitei wide message had been sent through the use of a fairly useful Kido, only to have the end of the message cut off by a vibrating boom that shook the very ground and air around them.
Although it was obvious that all able bodied hand were needed at the sight of the Garganta, Sora knew that this situation had to be dealt with first, and it was almost finished; plus the rest of Soul Society should be able to buy enough time for these three 6th division members to finish up here. It seemed Hideaki had the same general idea, though was more eager to run to Rukongai to aid in the efforts over there as quickly as possible. Shusuke seemed to understand Hideaki’s feeling but of course had to ensure that everything dealing with the current situation had been concluded, Sora and Hideaki both had responded to Shusuke’s call, it would be unbecoming for them to abandon the task without seeing it through.
Sora only waited long enough to hear Shusuke’s words of encouragement and wisdom, showing the part of his philosophy that most likely positioned him in the 6th division. Shusuke was right though, crime stops for no one and neither shall the law. Looking over to Hideaki, Sora gave his comrade an affirmative nod, as if to say that “I’m with ya”, before firmly grabbing Enso’s left arm, not forcefully, but getting enough of a grip so that Enso wouldn’t so easily wiggle his way out if it came down to that. As soon as Hideaki was ready, Sora would take that first step into Shunpo so to follow Shusuke towards the Maggots Nest.
Northeast Seireitei ———————————— traveling to ———————————— Southeast Seireitei

 

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Based in the uninhabited outdoors, Jatiri, under the impression that the better part of the day would be spent interfacing with towering trees, marveled at the synergistic phenomena that encapsulated him and the neighboring sugi pines alike, producing a sense of wholeness and harmony. Turning a blind eye to the world, he surrendered to a trance, buckling down. Doing without distraction was the best way to uphold this self-induced, absent state, which was why he reserved a virgin territory, located near the ninth’s stomping ground. His cross-legged, buddha stance was an habitual measure, adopted from devout practitioners of the faith, while his heavy, half-lidded, gaze was a byproduct of the hypnosis. To his left, his folded, dusky costume rested upon the oscillating tall-grass, twitching ever so slightly, as the erratic winds carried his lengthy ponytail around in the manner of a swinging pendulum.
Lying low, the lone shinigami sought to build up his mental fortitude, believing patience and restraint were necessary ingredients in forging well-rounded combatants. Going to the trouble of thinking things through, for instance, rather than jumping the gun when under attack, would be an invaluable response in a war zone; this forbearing trait marked the difference between life and death, winner and loser. More often than not, those prone to impatience were also susceptible to critical errors in judgement as a consequence of their ill-fit nature. In the end, success rode on a firm resolve to keep on, while haste wasn’t worth a damn. Kairos —an appeal that Jatiri incorporated in different facets of life— wasn’t so much a timid approach as it was biding one’s time for opportune moments to hold up one’s ends —a solution to rashness. At any rate, Jatiri, being the stoic that he was, didn’t shy away from the lasting meditation. On the contrary, he embraced it in the same way that a fanatic took to religion. Having quelled his active mind, he wished to remain semi-conscious for as long as he could, yet stillness was no longer in the cards.
After hanging tough for hours on end, a meager sugi leaf settled upon the bridge of Jatiri’s nose, and just like that, the warm hug, bringing him solace, fled, as his widening eyes shifted about, recovering a full scope of the forest in addition to the pestering rays of light, enveloping it. Sighing while reinstating his uniform and dual sais, which hid beneath, he rose to his feet, discovering minor cramping in his legs, yet he still managed to maneuver in the mode of his accustomed, composed stride, materializing before the ninth’s gates in a trice. Splitting away from his comrades some time ago, he anticipated reconnecting in the barracks. To his dismay, the place was a ghost town with the exception of a pair of potential recruits, sparring out front.
‘I guess they’re still out, doing their thing.’
Jatiri approached the warring two, clasping both hands behind his back, examining their spirited attempts at overcoming one another. Out of the blue, a tremulous wave of pressure surfaced, prompting him to retrieve his Denreishinki from his pants pocket.
“All available Shinigami, heed this call. A Garganta has appeared in the 77th District of the Eastern Rukongai! Calling all available assets to respond. A Garganta has--”
The bruisers ceased to batter each other, and judging by the look on their faces, the broadcast must’ve been crucial. The duo, imparting the message to Jatiri, assisted him in recognizing the gravity of the situation, even if the they didn’t realize it. After all, only a select few knew of the shinigami’s impaired hearing since he often operated with such finesse that a potential handicap seemed far-fetched. Hoping to aid in stemming the tides of destruction, Jatiri took his leave, after thanking the men and bidding them farewell.
Personifying a dark horse, he set his sights on safeguarding the 77th district at all costs. Second to none, wisdom was his guiding light, the be-all and end-all of his existence. He would do well to apply it.
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To everyones’ surprise Enso had accepted to being sent to the Maggot’s Nest within the Second Division. To Hideaki at least, this was a blessing. The sooner he would finish up with locking up Enso in a place where he would be under the watchful eyes of the Second Division, the sooner he could respond to the call left by the 2nd Division’s Lieutenant. Sora was the first one to move and grab Enso’s left arm, whilst Hideaki looked over toward the petite blonde moving closer to him and handed over a box of medical supplies. Offering a soft smile, Hideaki took the supplies and bowed his head before her whilst offering her words of thanks, ’’Thanks! I’ll make sure he is properly treated before he is thrown into the nest.’’. Just then Emi had walked on and then turned back round to say to Sora and Hideaki that they should visit Pahar sometime. Hideaki had taken a liking to the feline and his cute owner.
Through all this ordeal, it seemed the one to be most affected by what was happening was Mrs Junko. Her treatment was brushed aside by Enso due to her conflicting feelings, even though she was still doing what all medical Shinigami must and always do. To heal. Regardless of one’s actions. The same law applied to medical facilities in the world of the living. In a sense Hideaki was feeling the same way; however Shusuke was right, the law stopped for no one. Enso must face justice and this was priority. Hideaki strapped the medical box to his right side, making sure it was safe for travelling with the use of Shunpo. His left hand firmly held his zanpakutou and so with his right, he took up Enso’s right arm and nodded toward Sora’s direction. Hideaki matched the shunpo speed of Sora’s in order to synchronize their movements to follow Shusuke and in taking Enso to the Maggot’s Nest.
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Watching as the paperwork was signed off on, she did wish the best for this Enso fellow and prayed not to see him return to the infirmary. Taking care of yourself is something Emi hoped for all individuals, whether not they were do-gooders. She watched the entourage depart with their prisoner, waving lightly with a smile at them all as they left. Her demeanor was unaffected by the broadcast, as her talents weren’t wise to be on the front lines.
However, her smile wavered after Miss Izumi left for the medical center. She stood alone at the scene of the crime and looked about it with some dismay. Loss of life was commonplace in her line of work, but it still saddened her. Reaching into her supplies, she ripped open another package of smiley bandages and placed one on the side of the building. It was a harmless gesture, and it put her thoughts at ease. Her face still held disinterest towards everything, even towards the duties she would surely be attending to momentarily. She gave Pahar a light pat before casually strolling back to the infirmary.
Her icy gaze glanced about the alleyways as she traversed, a smile painted onto her lips as she wouldn't be caught without it. Something about her thought that keeping a calm presence would calm those in her care. Emi made it back easily enough, but she couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy about not being able to help with the situation in the Rukongai. There wasn't any place for a medical professional on the front lines, more so the back lines. And even then, her expertise was better suited to being in her lab.
Walking into the 4th's jurisdiction, she made her way straight to her own little workstation. There was an array of slimy gelatine scattered about. She was experimenting with the healing process that was so naturally slow. Some kind of silicon wrap to stimulate the healing process immediately after being wounded, she had even made a watertight packaging to hold the thin strips. The problem at the moment was getting the dressing to stick onto the wounded. The formula also needed a bit of tweaking to get right, but if it didn’t stick there was no point. He continued to toil away at this endeavor. Hopefully, she could finish it before she was needed anywhere else. That way, it could have some field tests.

 

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“ Lieutenant Hageshi is back!”
Like an alarm, the sound of her arrival buzzed all over the fourth. Yu’s presence often begot an at ease crowd eager to do their jobs that were assigned to them but when Omoni was in the vicinity, everyone snapped to attention because that woman would accept nothing less from her calvary. Two nurses flash stepped to their vice captain’s side and began to rattle off everything that she needed to know as she approached the hospital. A scene reminiscent of what it was like when a surgeon was hastily heading toward a patient and had no time to look at the care chart all nurses kept record of. Her job was not to plan action, it was to take action.
“ The hollow requested to be placed into a stasis is in the courtyard, agents are waiting with it for you.”
“ --And Jinnosuke Ueku?”
“ He survived the transfusions and Third Seat Junko has been with him tending to his pain regulation. He’s awake and stable.”
Omoni didn’t respond although this was exactly what she wanted to hear. With Jinnosuke stable, healing him in his condition was going to be a lot less tricky and would send them on their way faster than she had initially thought.
“ Take these two. Give them beds and see to their care and comfort. Either one of ‘em die and it’ll be your heads now MOVE.”
With briefly frightened looks on their faces, the nurses each took Katsuo and Oyama. The one with the blonde took off immediately with his incapacitated body but Hoshi’s knew the girl was still awake and alert. There wasn’t a need to rush her away and so Omoni turned her attention to the young Shinigami who had guided the large matron to and from the now devastated Karakura town and very literally a life threatening situation.
“ You did pretty good out there. It was tough but you survived. Find me some other time if ya wanna get stronger. Oh, and someone’s gonna come around to get your report so give ‘em what they need.”
Without another word, Omoni took off for the courtyard with Namakizu in hand and left the nurse to help Oyama to her cot where she could finally get some well deserved rest.

As she rounded the corner into an open space, she spotted the immobilized hollow waiting with three other fourth division members. They turned to face her and then their eyes widened and they scattered haphazardly. Not a sound came from the giant as she slung her club above her shoulders and brought it down onto the beast with a sickening ‘CRUNCH’ and a series of repulsive smashes after that. Blood splattered all over the ground and Hageshi’s person but still she pounded away making sure each and every bone belonging to the hollow was sufficiently pulverized before she finally stopped and stared at what she had done. The three squad members that had been stationed there, gazed at the woman in absolute horror. It was not the act that terrified them...it was the unhinged, unfeeling and unsettling look plastered onto their vice captain’s face that made them apprehensive. All she wanted to do was get back to that battlefield so that she could have another go at that wretched villain. All she thought about was how far it could push her before one of them or both of them perished and it was so close that she swore she could taste it. Finally satiated, Hageshi muttered something to the growing crowd.
“Clean this mess up.”
Still dripping with the hollow’s insides, Omoni turned on her heel and headed into the hospital in search of Jinnosuke’s room. One of the nurses kept right on her bloody heels because they knew the ogre of a physician didn’t have any idea where she was going and wanted to avoid more broken walls. A few twists and turns after that, Jinnosuke’s door swung open and Hageshi tramped through.
“ Alright you good for nothing loaf. Time to get up!”
Not waiting for his approval or anyone else's for that matter, Lieutenant Omoni Hageshi put her hand on his face and instantaneously forced every fiber of his broken body to begin to heal. The pace was rapid and the force enormous. His entire body would become enveloped in the vibrancy of her reiatsu’s blue flames. Many had received this kind of treatment from the woman over the hundreds of years she had been in service. Often they described the feeling like being washed over by an unbearable heat only for it to subside and become replaced by elation. Almost something euphoric as their spiritual power returned to them and their wounds and pain disappeared with only scars left as evidence they had been harmed at all. Not to mention, they felt stronger than they ever had been before as if somehow they returned to the world one thousand times more powerful than they had come close to leaving it. In Ueku’s case, the man had been nothing but a noodle since she’d left in search of something to mend his virtually non-existent skeleton. All of the damage she had done to the bat which was now a stain being mopped up by some medical assistants was being poured into the 11th’s vice captain, instead as a method of recovery.
Once he should have been fully endowed, Hageshi removed her hand and waited for him to readjust to his surroundings. Every now and then it took those she mended a moment to process but the two of them didn’t have time for pleasantries.

“ Move it, we gotta get to Karakura town.”
Knowing that finally Jinnosuke was fully healed, didn’t calm Omoni Hageshi. As glad as she was that her comrade was going to be alright, she didn’t let it show. The permanent grumpy glare he was accustomed to had set itself on him. Something the both of them had missed unbeknownst to Omoni.