[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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And as his started to get down into the boiling water slowly he herd those words come from his Captain Nakamoto,
"I'm Aware, I filled out the paperwork after all.
Not entirely sure if his Captain was in a tempered mood or not Mizu knew that he did not mean for that to come off any sort of way because he knew this was a place for relaxation. Before being able to even barely make it far under the water he saw Captain Nakamoto quickly got up and rushed out of the bath house. Slowly getting more and more under the water till it would hit his chin Mizu thought to himself, Did... I do something wrong, Because I've been so good with interactions up until now. Maybe he is just having an extremely busy and tiring day, I should try apologizing at a later time.
Rubbing his arms with the boiling water he would look around and catach a glimpse of a mans eyes looking straight at him. To Mizu it felt like these eyes were going straight through him. He looked over at the gentlemen was who known as Nibui Ueki. He knew this man was a Shinigami from the 8th Division. Mizu continued to stay further under water as his eyes continued to come back to the middle where he would close his eyes. For anyone looking at him all you would see would be the steam rising straight above Mizu's Head.

As time passed Mizu would slowly raise from being under the boiling water and grab his towel and walk towards the hanging cloth and dip under it. He would leave without a trace of himself ever being inside the bath house. Mizu walked over to the mens locker room where he would exchange his towel for his darkened black robe and put all this clothing back on. As Mizu wen to grab his necklace he pushed both his hands against the lockers so quickly it made a sudden Thud noise that anyone within a small radius could hear. Mizu knew that he made the right decision on becoming a Shinigami but after the encounter with his Captain didn't go so smoothly, he knew that he had to make it up to him and make him aware that it was never meant to come off as inconsiderate. He thought all this as he completely tied his necklace around his neck and finished getting dressed. Mizu walked over towards the entrance and ducked under the hanging cloth and walked out wondering what he could do for the rest of the day.

Knowing that several members of his 4th Division were taking care of another Shinigami he knew that he wouldn't be much help as of right now so Mizu decided to just stay around the area. Walking back towards the 4th Division Barracks Mizu would keep adjusting his hair and necklace because he knew he had much to show and prove and wanted to make everyone proud.
Upon his return to the 4th Division Barracks, Mizu has decided to work on his Meditation to further enhance his Reiryoku. He would very calmly but very confidently walk back towards his room where he would have a pillow already set up where he could sit on and meditate. Upon opening the door to his sleeping chambers Mizu would grab the pillow of his side table and threw it onto the ground in the corner towards the window. Leaning back towards his door Mizu grabbed it and closed it ever so quietly, walking over towards the pillow Mizu sat down and crossed his legs and hands.

After several minutes he was able to slow his breathing down and clear his mind enough to where his aura would start to show based on his Zanpakuto Spirit. Doing this would help Mizu be able to further push his ability to have his Reiryoku channel further out from where his current distance is.

 

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Time dragged on horribly slow as Kazumi stared down at the marred ground. Comparing herself to the battered soil, waiting for anything to happen as her words continued to fail her. Surrounded by Asakura Taichou's bankai. The man remained frustratingly silent, neither speaking nor acting. All she could do was wonder the point of his interacting with her. Was it an attempted pep talk? A mercy killing? Any option that came to mind she could not reason why he suddenly became a near motionless being, simply peering down at her. Slowly, the tendrils of his bankai began to recede. She was uncertain how long it had been since either had moved or said a word. In silence she found herself no longer surrounded by his Zanpakuto's powers and the man turned on his heel, back into the barracks of Seventh.
And she ran.
There was no destination. No purpose or goal. Simply move. No more stops to talk with strangers. No more people at all. The physical exertion soothed her soul, removing any ideas of moving further through shunpo. She ran until her lungs burned and her legs felt like they would fail her. Then she ran some more. Reaching to the gates then beyond, her tired body traveled her through the very area she had crossed during her last mission. Where she had lost Sakiko. Not her first failure and certainly not her last. Slowing only as she reached the edges of the village. Some peered out of their homes to look at the strange face that had chosen to appear. The large, turtleneck top she had adorned upon her ejection from Second as well as the rest of her clothing were then covered with dirt and somewhat torn from her interaction with Asakura as well as all of her running. Few gave her a second glance beyond her haggard appearance and those that did thought better of it at the sight of the sword on her hip. Perhaps the look on her face and overall presentation gave not the look of a shinigami but of one perhaps dangerous. She supposed she was in a way. She longed for a fight, though wished for one with an adversary that would strike her down. It was all she could hope for in the moment.
A straight day of walking brought her to her eventual decided destination: her previous home. Many villages away from where she had begun was where she had lived before enrolling in the Academy. In worse shape than she had left it from her time away she collapsed on the tattered futon in the corner. For nearly three days she did not move from the position she had fallen in. Three days of silent contemplation.
Emerging from the small hut Kazumi found water and food by the entrance. Apparently her return had been noticed by those who recognized her. She wondered if they had tried to enter and she had simply not registered their existence or if they had just left it in silence. It was certainly an odd occurrence that she would have been in such a place after leaving for Academy. Perhaps they thought her rogue now. Regardless she accepted the offerings. Bringing them within she downed half of the contents of the water jug. The rest was poured into a large chipped bowl. Removing her outer layers she washed herself first then her clothing. As she waited she ate the entirety of the food greedily, eyes watching the garments dry as if her gaze could rush the process. She knew now what she would do. Every moment she remained felt wasted.
Though only four days had passed, walking the paths of the Seireitei felt foreign to her. Purpose within in each step, she made her way toward the one place she felt that perhaps she would have a place; Sixth Division. Having considered her experiences with the members from it as well as its duties it seemed a logical choice. In her eyes it was similar enough to her original goal in Second without the need of locking away her heart so entirely. Arriving at the barracks she asked to speak with one who could help her with joining their ranks and was asked to wait as the one available was currently occupied. The name of the man was familiar, someone she had met once before. In the small silent room she sat in, however, she could hear not only his voice but another that nearly made her stand at its recognition.
Lieutenant Yūgure, no, Yūgure Taichou now, apparently. She was meeting with Six's second in command, extending an invitation to her new squad, Ninth. Eyes widening at the mention of the Division she did stand, making a quick exit from the barracks. Without thinking she began toward Ninth. A place she had once considered turning to due to it being the home of her friend, Shinobu. Now Yasu was Captain of it. It was unclear to her yet when this had happened and how the woman felt toward Kazumi after what had transpired or if it even mattered to her at all. Either way, she would take her chances.
As before she announced to those at the gates of Ninth her intentions and waited within for Yasu to return. Subduing the urge to kneel at the request she instead gave a deep bow, asking for a chance within their ranks. She was not sure what to expect, but her wish had been granted. Though unseated, she now had a place within Ninth beneath two that she truly cared for. Though this soon changed with Shinobu's decision to transfer to Second, Kazumi felt no regret in her choice.

For the first time in quite a while Kazumi had slept in, roused by the sounds of fighting. It seemed members of Eleventh were within the barracks somewhere picking a fight with her squad members. The consideration of aiding them came to mind, however she could sense that Lieutenant Kiyoshi was with them. There also seemed to be no killing intent similar to what had happened in Seventh over a hundred years previously. Content with this knowledge she decided instead to leave it in Shusuke-san's capable hands.
Stretching with a small yawn she slowly found her way out of bed to go and wash her face and change into her uniform. Prepared for the day she made her way to an office she had become extremely familiar with over the years. With a bright smile she greeted the man who was hunched over his desk looking over his latest notes.
"Otsukai-kun!"
Returning her smile without lifting his head he welcomed her in and almost immediately began rambling on about his latest story. Grin still on her face she listened as she looked over the papers scattered about the room. Otsukai Mayakasu was a fellow member as well as a mentor to her in many ways. With her original to current tasks he had always been helpful and informative, aiding her in progressing her work to standards that had eventually somehow led her to being promoted. The years and her superiors had been kind to her. Her heart and mind mended, returning her to who she had been before she had tried so hard to force herself into a place she did not belong. Sitting on the floor she began to sort through the scattered papers with one hand as the other sought out a pen and blank papers.
"Where should I start, then?"

 

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Though only slightly, the expressions on Omoni's face changed. Sadness was there, muddled along with everything else she must have been feeling. Junko's feelings reflected them. Sorrow overcame it all. It sat alongside pride, a happiness for the woman. Omoni had been a role model for many reasons, her feats in battle the largest among them. She seemed capable of anything and if anyone deserved to be promoted to such a station it was certainly her. Despite this Junko could not truly feel this for her in the moment. Though Omoni was often away for missions that Junko could not attend, her complete departure from the Division was nothing more than utter heartbreak.
"Nobody but you knows yet.”
Perhaps she should have felt honored. In a way she did. Happy that Omoni had sought her out to tell her personally over her finding out through another squad member. Wordlessly she watched as the woman removed her badge from her pocket. Her eyes fixated on it within her hands and Junko began to feel her own tremble. Memories of the missions they had had together along with the fun they had enjoyed together flashed through her mind in an instant. Junko had worked so hard to be worthy to stand at Omoni's side and she was leaving her behind again. Tears came to her against her will along with words she wished to hold back but came all the same as the badge was presented to her.

"I know you don't like or respect me as much but I thought you were happy here. Why would you just...leave us like this? Nakamoto Taichou and I both.... you're just going to...."
Words failed her once again, choking back her cries and anger. Lashing out she snatched the badge, hand moving from taking to immediately dropping it on the table beside her. The meaning of her giving it to her was lost on Junko in the moment. Her scattered mind saw it more like a tossing away of the symbol of their Division more than passing it to her. The woman before her was like a stranger. so was the one who was reacting so harshly. Never a harsh word to be said, hardly one to raise her voice. Yet she simply wanted to scream and cry. Restraining both she could only grit her teeth, watching as Omoni looked for a quick exit.
Like a knife in her heart. Had she come to tell her as a friend? Or had she come to show her how little it had all meant to her? Now she couldn't stop glancing at the door and the inevitable words came that she was going to depart. Leaving Junko behind. Like she often did. Turning away she looked to the papers spread out on the table beside her. Bright hues landing on the badge she was given. Full of nicks and beaten to hell, a reflection of how she felt in the moment.

"Best of luck with your new Division, Omo--..Hageshi Taichou."
Waiting for her to leave the room, Junko remained still and silent until her presence had long left her. With this she sat back where she had been before, taking the token she received. Holding it in her hands carefully and looking it over like some fragile thing. Biting down on her lip hard she regretted every action she had taken. She should have thanked her. Congratulated her. Instead she had lashed out and ignored the truth before her very eyes. Like a child. Omoni had given her all for their squad, it had not been meaningless to her. Junko knew this. She was also aware she had not approached her as a slight but as a friend. And her friend had failed her.
Keeping her eyes downcast she brought her hands to her lap, the symbols that once adorned Omoni's arm staring back up at her. She had shamed Omoni and herself. Had been an awful friend. Omoni had not turned her back on her, Junko had. How could she ever expect her forgiveness after such behavior? Clenching the badge tighter she felt blood drip begin to drip from where her teeth dug into her lip. The consideration of hunting her down to apologize arose but...Would it be better this way? Perhaps with a feeling of resentment and anger toward Junko it would be easier to leave. Her relationship with the Captain was even stronger and would be difficult to be away from, however with meetings and missions they would still see each other often enough. Maybe it was better this way. She could hate Junko and move forward, looking ahead toward her bright future.

 

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What does it feel like to give way and accept death? To come to terms with your assumed fate, and welcome the cold embrace that only death can bring...only for it to pass over you? For most, perhaps a relief? A miracle? A second chance. Yet, to be suspended in time, left only to linger it what seemed to be an eternal darkness within the recesses of your mind and faced with the realities of the situations you so desperately try to flee from...could that really be considered a relief?
An infinite void of darkness, and in the midst of it all without a sense of balance, and devoid of a foundation altogether, lay Eizoku. His eyes open peering from left to right in hopes of spotting some form of light or abnormality that he could use to grasp a sense of reality. Suspended upon nothing, unable to move any other part of his body. A deafening silence overtaking the entirety of the realm within his mind, as the events outside continued on without his knowledge.
What feels like hours pass, his own heartbeat even seeming to be absent, just like the endless void of nothingness that shrouded him. Until - the warm embrace of the arms of another individual began resting atop his shoulders. An all too familiar presence that rested its head directly beside the left of Eizoku's. Partially embracing him from behind leaving just enough space between the two from his waist down so as not to touch. The ethereal golden glow emanating from the tattoo like engravings embedded upon bronzed caramel skin of the unnamed figure lighting the world of darkness around the two faintly. The dim glow allowing the man to vaguely make out the details of the mysterious individual out of his peripheral vision.
A man, around his exact height, with black hair faded into golden tips that glowed just as magnificent as the carvings upon his arms. Full lips with a skin complexion just a few shades lighter than his own. Piercing amber brown eyes with an extremely structured and carved physique to compliment. It had been none other than the man's own Zanpakto spirit - Kuronsu. He had summoned the dreadheaded shinigami into his own world for reasons more obvious than anything.
Kuronosu began raising his right hand to caress the golden clip that resided upon Eizoku's right dread with his right hand, while releasing an audible sigh that seemed to trigger the series of events to follow. The light emitting from the zanpakto spirit immediately intensifying in a way which could only be described as blinding, turning the once abyss of darkness into a pool of spiraling light which diminished just as quick as it occurred. The remaining result after its fading away being myriads of functioning clocks and gears that stretched endlessly in every direction as far as the eye could see. His once paralyzed like state released as he now sat upon the base of one of the spiraling ethereal golden clocks - Kuronoso sitting directly across from him eye to eye. A look of understanding and and concern etched across his face with a tinge of disappointment present. A million words exchanged in but a single glance, Eizoku's face instantly becoming downcast in response.
"You possess so much potential...so much power. Yet your own inexperience stifles you, and you unconsciously suppress your own limits. To posses both one of the rarest and deadliest abilities, along with wielding the most precious asset in the world - yet you still manage to fall short. Just like time is infinite and boundless, so the same goes for your overall potential, power, and of course your knowledge. You are already severely handicapped and constricted by the laws of Soul Society, yet you continuously add even greater handicaps to yourself. Is it perhaps that you fear my power?"
Eizoku's eyes shot open in surprise to the way Kuronosu for the first time in quite a while had seemingly been scolding him. Typically he was his point of reason that served to strike a balance for Eizoku, but now here he was questioning his own capability and drive. The man's sudden gaze shifted into an intensified glare towards his counter in a way that would obviously portray to the spirit that it had struck a nerve, before offering his own verbalized response to the being.
"You know very well that the last statement you made is untrue. Why would you insinuate such a claim when you are well aware that other circumstances greatly dictated the direction and graveness of the situation? I was protecting us! It is not that I fear your power, it moreso revolves around the obvious fact that I was unable to utilize it properly at the time within the Dang-"
Interjecting and inserting himself mid-sentence to intentionally cut Eizoku off, as authoritative and assertive as usual, Kuronosu made himself known once more.
"Did you not notice how your Bankai halted the entirety of the Dangai?"
The man paused as if he was allowing his words to echo and become etched into the mind of Eizoku before he continued.
"You were sent in there for a particular reason, compatibility and experimentation under the guise of an investigation. As a result, you are rightly the first individual to ever momentarily freeze the Dangai and be displaced through time...twice, unharmed. I say this to say, you objectively view the Dangai as superior to yourself, but in all actuality if you truly removed your restrictions, your fear, and understood the magnitude that the mastery of your power and abilities truly bring, your viewpoint would certainly be switched.
However, I am the one who admittedly is to blame, I have been withholding the true capabilities of my power from you. Your fear and restrictions, I detested them both. Although I view you as an extremely capable and calculated man, I still believed you were not ready to harness the full capabilities of your blade. However, I see now that that in itself may have been unwise on my behalf, and quite frankly even reckless and dangerous."
The eyes of the spirit fell onto the golden clip along his right dread before he seemingly melted into the air of the world itself, appearing to the right side of Eizoku faster than the young shinigami could even comprehend. His index finger extended, the rest retracted into his palm and held in place by his thumb. A gentle tap upon the solid gold structure that adorned Eizoku's hair, immediately causing it to appear to age. A rusted appearance expanding outward rapidly from the center where the initial point of contact had been made, causing it to become old, weathered, and fragile, and eventually cracking and falling into the bottomless depths of the endless abyss below. An instantaneous surge welling within the man in reaction to the clip's removal, one which soon turned into a searing pain that consumed the entirety of his body causing him to wince.
"I see...Eizoku, retrieve me and we will reconvene then."
Without any further words, the spirit palmed the face of the dreadheaded man with so much speed Eizoku was unable to read or react in reflex, slamming him into the now active spinning clock they were situated upon - actively ejecting him from the world he resided in.
The moment the ejection occurred, Eizoku would find himself awakening back within his actual body. A sudden rising into an erected upright position while sitting up in a panicked state of fear and shock. His spiritual pressure immediately filling the room in a sea of Reiatsu. The nurses and other assistants within the room immediately falling to their knees on all fours. Their eyes bulging, some vomiting, while others began breathing sporadically as their bodily systems gave way to lagging and moving out of sync in irregular intervals.
The man's eyes scoured the room, unsure of exactly where he was or why he was there. Glancing down at the bloodied sheets that covered the lower half of his body slowly panning his vision upward. His eyes widened in surprise as he came to the realization that the lower portion of his body had been restored, however the shock quickly turned into irritation and panick at the realization that he was no longer holding his blade. Lifting his vision once more, he was cast his gaze upon the captain of the 4th Division, Yu Nakamoto. And almost instinctively, out of respect and decency, the man suppressed his reiatsu and slightly bowed his head while maintaining eye contact. The reason being, in the grasp of the captain's hand, he held Kuronosu.
The nurses and assistants present, would find themselves still attempting regather their balance as their systems began to regulate again once more. Eizoku only observed in silence, as he knew it wasn't his place to speak just yet. And from the look drawn across the captain's face, he knew this situation had a high probability of turning sour quickly. He waited for the Captain's response.

 

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"I know you don't like or respect me as much but I thought you were happy here. Why would you just...leave us like this? Nakamoto Taichou and I both.... you're just going to...."
That wasn’t true. Sure, most of the time they didn’t appear to connect much but it was never because she had a lack of respect or care for the young woman. In fact, it was safe to say that Junko was actually a sunny bright patch in her otherwise dark and grouchy life. Now that she was faced with someone who had the guts to speak up to her about what bothered them pertaining to her conduct...Omoni finally had to come to terms with how her life had been up until that moment standing in the meeting room. Countless missions, some on the books and some off left her in a whirlwind of activity that never allowed the giant to slow down for more than a day or two. Life in the fourth was boring sure but never for long as she was always needed somewhere in the Seireitei and responded to the call to action swiftly and without prejudice. It never allowed her to ease up and really focus on those who stood around her. Not even the kid could manage to find time to spend casually with Hageshi so to hear that Junko was disappointed by her constant absence didn’t surprise her. That’s not to say it didn’t hurt. The scathing words did. Even if her stern stare didn’t show it.
Her mouth opened but before she could say anything or even find the words that may have been able to quell the rare spark of anger coming off of Izumi, she seemed to have resigned herself to the circumstances and thereby ended their interaction. Possibly for the last time for a while.
"Best of luck with your new Division, Omo--..Hageshi Taichou."
What pained her the most however, was listening to her name corrected to one that was still very unfamiliar to her. The friendship that Junko and Omoni shared washed away with the inclusion of a title. A title that burned in her soul. A title that burned on her back. Burned in her heart. It was so potent, so palpable that Hageshi didn't realize she'd snatched up Izumi until she was eye to eye with her and uttering a gutteral bellow that would have shaken the earth if it'd been any louder.
" QUIT YA CRYING! Do ya understand where you're at now? Huh?! Do ya?!"
Fiercely she continued to roar at Junko. Her voice filled with anguish, her spiritual power swelling imbuing the both of them with something of a motivational sensation. Something to get the heart pumping. Something to shock her out of whatever depressed state she had begun to sink into. Aiming to grab her by the throat and shake her to her senses.
" Responsibility comes with that badge Izumi! You're gonna be put into the line a' fire and what are you gonna do?! HUH?! YA' GONNA SOB INTO THEIR CHESTS AND BEGGEM' NOT TA' KILL YA?!"
This was a wake up call. This was the way she reacted to even an inkling of a show of weakness on Junko's part. Not out of annoyance or suffrage but genuine fear. Or something like it since the woman couldn't feel even the slightest amount of terror but she sure could instill it. This may have seemed like a bullying tactic or a way for her to vent her rage but really...in her own rough way she was looking out for Junko. As she always had.
" Ya bend once out there and ya dead. Gone. Not breathin'. Ya gonna command people, ya gonna send em' to their deaths?! HUH?! Ya think about that eh?!"
Then, she dropped her like a puppy that'd been snatched up by the back of it's neck and without another word, Omoni left Junko to her devices and headed down the hall toward the receptionist’s desk where her ward waited.

“ Where’s Nibui Ueki?”
The Captain demanded, jolting the two fourth division to attention once again. They looked at one another before glancing down at a list between them.This was a document that kept track of all who entered and left the fourth division including where they ended up that day. They scanned it for a sign of Nibui’s comings and goings and found him quickly.
“ He was here, he visited the spas but he left a little over half an hour ago!”
“Where!”
They flinched and one recited what they knew. If anything perhaps she would leave faster once she found out what she wanted to know.
“ Probably the eighth division, Captain!”
There it was again. That word. That sign of superiority that was filling her with rage every time she heard it. Something that should have brought her pride yet there was only anger for her. In a fury, Captain Hageshi turned on her heel and stormed out the doors of the hospital. The two left behind her breathed a sigh of relief that she did not burst through their wall as she was known to do when blinded by her rage.
“ Take me to the eighth division.”
“ Right, Captain.”
So off the two of them went, disappearing into the heat of the Seireitei in search of an old friend.
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