[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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Rustling stirred a mountain of paperwork, it piled up high in a disorganized mess. Rather, the pile would be perceived as a mess from an outside perspective, but every paper was specifically placed. Either way the haystack of paperwork was crowding Emi’s small office and desk; promoted or not she willingly chose to stay where she had begun. The rustling stirred a feline companion that rested nearby, causing the young cat to awaken. Sona, a cat against all things irritable in noise, decided to poke her head in the pile of papers.
Chirping as a means to alert Emi, Sona burrowed her way through until they met face to face. Emi was passed out, overworking herself as the new usual over these past hundred years. She, in fact, had not gone on any mini-adventures or acquired any new feline companions. Her prototypes were put away, as the promotion came with daunting amounts of paperwork, and hadn’t been touched since. The sleeping beauty rustled out of the papers and held up Sona, looking around at the disparity of her workplace.
“Oh Sona, what did I get myself into? Let’s clean up a bit and we’ll gather everyone.”
And so, they cleaned. Sona was still mad at all the noise, but assisted where she could. The small fluffball did more than Emi thanked her for; or so she thought. Once the cat’s part in this was done, she laid upon the cleaned desk contently as Emi still worked to organize the piles into smaller more manageable categories.

Emi only chuckled at the sight of Sona, such ease of mind was a luxury only for cats it seemed. The time of day was much too late for Emi to have excuses, she simply overslept in her workspace. Thus, when the piles were of manageable size, Emi scooped up Sona and brought her to the back of the barracks. Upon arrival, Emi did a little ps ps ps to call the rest of them. All fifteen of her feline companions gathered ‘round and Emi gave them each some pats upon their adorable heads. Some enjoyed it, others pretended not to.
“Alright lovelies, back to work I’m afraid. Thank you for keeping the spa and bathhouses intact, you do a lovely job.”
They all scampered off in their own directions, but Thandh stayed behind. Crouching down to her, Emi looked rather confused. While she was more talkative to her cats, they never gave so much communication back.
“What’s wrong little one?”
Thandh started off in a direction, and Emi thought maybe the feline was just taking a late departure. But no, she stopped after a few feet and looked back; a sign that Emi was to follow her. Standing slowly, she was soon following Thandh about the barracks all the way to the front. Two of the staff seemed to be in distress before a very stern young man. Emi wasn’t one for confrontation either, but snuck into the conversation after listening for a bit.

He seemed to be inquiring about a patient, and while Emi dealt little with patients she knew where the in-and-out book was. Slinking behind the appropriate desk; aiming to keep out of sight until she acquired the answer, Emi looked through some pages. Himari Shimizu, Himari Shimizu, Himari Shimizu… Ah, brought in, like he said, for the missing arms. However, last check in was about an hour ago, with no updates. Probably for the best, physical damages heal way faster, but most stay longer for the emotional.
Thandh padded over between the ladies and the tall gent, sitting between them and meowing loudly. A nice distraction as Emi creeped up behind the girls; though in no way trying to scare them. Emi just preferred to stay out of sight, and out of mind. She even went to the trouble of concealing all of her Reiatsu at all times. Her voice was more prominent when talking to her feline friends; but to people, it was rather soft. Hopefully they would hear her as she clammed up a bit.
While she would have liked to say, “Her last check in was an hour ago, would you like to accompany me to see her? As far as this log says, her arms were successfully reattached with full functionality.” The words fell short of this, and she buried her face behind the log. Speaking with people was definitely not her strong suit and she hadn’t improved it whatsoever.
“Need to check.. Come with? ..Log says the arms work. …”
Whether or not he said yes to this half attempt of asking him to follow her, Thandh and Emi started to make their way towards Miss Shimizu’s room. They briskly walked there, for there was little time to do anything these days it seemed.

 

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Ever so gently the black haired man would slowly arise from the pillow where he has ever so quietly been sitting for more than several hours. "Ugh! I guess I need to go find the others." He would say as standing upon his feet, with each step you could hear ever so quietly the small cracks coming from his knees. Sitting in that position was never Mizu's favorite thing to do because his knees would act up and crack more than ever. Slowly readjusting his hair and rubbing the back of his neck he would stretch out his awkwardly long arms and throw the pillow that was still sitting on the ground upon his dresser. Taking a deep breath in of the fresh air upon opening his door he knew he could sense something was off but couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was that seemed to trouble Mizu.
Closing his door behind him he started to walk towards the front of the 4th Divisions Barracks not really seeing anyone he knew this was odd and somewhat concerning. Mizu rubbed his upper forearm with the ever so greatest urgency knowing that Lt Omoni was not going to be around the 4th Division much longer since she passed her Captaincy Test. Ever since graduating the academy Mizu has not only looked up to Captian Nakamoto but Lieutenant Omoni as well! Just thinking this Mizu started to get tears and they'd begin to fall upon the ground infront of him. Wiping away his tears he knew that this wasn't a Good Bye but more of the Seeya Later forte. Thinking this would show the inner emotions that Mizu rarely every showed infront of others because he did not want to be seen as "Weak". "I cannot let others see me like this! I need to toughen up, Hell! It isnt like we aren't ever going to see her again." Mizu said as he looked down wiped away the final tears from his eyes and looked over and kicked a rock from the main road further down the way. Without even thinking or realizing Mizu pulled his head up and looked up seeing that he reached the Hospital where he has herd others say some of his 4th Division squad mates were.
Hearing what could only be the voice of their newly appointed Lt Junko Izumi, Mizu rushed down the hallways with urgency to find where he knew they would be. Just rounding the last bit of hallway he looked further down seeing what he knew as Lt Omoni but now Cpt Omoni Hageshi of the 11th Division. A title so fitting he could only grasp and try to hold back some tears because as much as he loved and adored Omoni he knew shell do victorious things! Without even a word Mizu wanted to express his gratitude towards Cpt Omoni but just as quickly as he would react she would be gone... "Damnit! I... I just wanted. Ugh! Nevermind, I will find her at a later time." Mizu said out loud hearing what he could only explain as a loud thud like something heavy hitting the ground.
Knowing that he didn't want to say much because he knew Lt Junko would be pretty upset at the urgent departure of Cpt Omoni, he made his way down the hallway just turning the corner of the opened door of what the name plaque would say "Conference Room #1" Upon the room was sitting this women dressed in a black body suite or what so appeared to be. She had the most gorgeous dark brown hair and green eyes Mizu has ever saw on someone. Slowly approaching Lt Junko he could sense the underlying rage of emotions that were flowing out from her. Standing at attention Mizu would look over at Lt Junko and clearing his throat he would say "Lt Junko! I know this might not be the right moment but I want you to know that I am here for you in anyway I can be of service! As well as I may not have known Captain Omoni as long as yourself but just know I feel just the same way you do to a certain degree. Ever since being in the Academy I looked up to Omoni Hageshi! But I know she will be just as good as a Captain as you can be our Lieutenant! I believe in you ma'am!" The tall-ish man with black hair would say in a calm nature in hopes to not over upset or anger his newly appointed Lt of the 4th Division.

 

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Genmaru Rei was drowning in paperwork. After having Otsukai send Kazumi over to look over the Mad Dog rumors, he was left to pick up the pieces, but even then, the work was rather easy after having come in from patrolling the gates. The captain had it set up to where each member of the Ninth Division were capable in both fields of their expertise, but all in all, being a shinigami came first and foremost. Especially in these trying times, she had to have made sure that her people were competent enough to perform without her having to hover over them, but there were still a few hiccups here and there.
The Ninth Division were rather open about their intelligence gathering and surveillance. Nothing secret like the Onmitsukido of the Second Division, those of the Ninth were still capable shinigami, performing their duties under the bratty temper that belonged to their captain. Although tiresome with her antics, she does her job well, and has been for just about a century. As Genmaru flits through paper reports, several more come in through his Denreishiki as well as Otsukai’s. Several reports had come in from wandering peers, from the inner central seireitei all the way out to the farthest districts of the Rukongai.

 “Reporting from the Northeast quadrant: From the Fourth Division a large reiatsu spike was triggered. 
Earlier sightings from the Fifth Division had an injured shinigami rushed.
 Captain Nakamoto is apparently treating the patient himself.”

 “Reporting from the Northwest quadrant: Omoni Hageshi has succeeded in obtaining Captaincy. 
Sighting of her and former Eleventh Division lieutenant,
Nibui Ueki, seen traveling together to the barracks. 
No sign of Jinnosuke Ueku as of my current disposition.”

Scrolling through, there was a sudden message that filled the immediate screen in bright red letters stating:
URGENT
URGENT
URGENT
Genmaru and Otsukai both glanced at each other, seeing as both of them got the alert, it meant that all of the Ninth Division was to get it. Clearly whatever the contents of it were important enough to send this particular patroller into a panic and alert the entirety of their division of the happenings.

 “Reporting from the Western Rukongai: The Seventh Division has lost their Captain.
 Evidence and observation shows that Lieutenant Atsuko Ise is currently holding the body of the Mad Dog.
Itsuki Asakura has[b] passed.[/b]
Former Head Lieutenant Honoka Oki has also been apprehended by Captain Kyomu Mukuro. 
Akarui Gekko has also been noted at the scene of the arrest.
I've run into Fujioka-san in the upper Rukongai.
Lieutenant Katsuo Oda and Saiko Junsui of Thirteenth have been arrested by the Onmitsukido under the 
suspicion of involvement with the fugitive Oki.”

Genmaru and Otsukai read the report with wide eyes. A captain of the Gotei Thirteen was found dead? The former head lieutenant was apprehended by none other than Captain Mukuro? And the Thirteenth Division was arrested for involvement? While everything was particularly juicy and very worthy of being published, this was only the beginning of what they could only foresee as their own inner destruction. Shooting up from his seat, Genmaru was ready to inform his Captain of everything when he remembered that she as currently indisposed of.
His only option left was the Lieutenant. Last he knew of, the lieutenant was in the Sixth Division. Akuyaku had sent a report after having come across a deserter. Hideaki Shinomourin was escorted by his peers to the Sixth Division where their highest-ranked officer was supposed to have dealt with him properly. However, there had been no confirmation from neither their lieutenant nor their fourth seat. What had happened? Knowing a friend in the area, Genmaru dialed him and was immediately answered.
"Uzu! I know you're around the Southwest quadrant right now. Get Lieutenant Kiyoshi in the Sixth Division right now. I know you've seen the alerts too, so we need to prepare to receive the incoming individuals at the Western Gate. The Captain is still in Central, so he needs to be there now. I'll call Zen'no so he's prepared. You know how difficult he is."
And with that he hung up, and rang the Guardian of Western Gate, Zen'no Kaminari.

 

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Upon quickly regaining his senses, and immediately recognizing the authoritative figure before him, the man immediately quelled his torrential outpouring of reiatsu that seemingly drowned all within the room. All except for one of course, which hadn't surprised Eizoku in the slightest being that the man donned in the all white haori was indeed a captain classed shinigami despite his rather youthful appearance and overall age. He watched observantly as the young man extended his arm out with his palm of his left hand in the direction of those suffering from the affliction of his reiatsu overtaking them. A rectangular barrier seeming to simultaneously negate the entry of the flow of his reiatsu in that particular area, whilst also serving as a method to neutralize the inflicted status upon his medical crew healing them in the process - an obvious master of Kido. His head lowered in respect whilst still attentive to the blade grasped within the young blonde's hands. However, whether this sudden reverence came from the Haori situated upon the man, or the circumstantial situation pertaining to him having the dreadhead's most prized possession within the palm of his hand, was uncertain to both himself and the dirty blonde in front of him.
From the look held upon the captains face, along with his evident demeanor, coupled with the slew of questions asked, it was obvious to Eizoku that he was curious exactly about not who the man was in particular, but rather, how sound in mind he was. His conclusion alone stemmed from the fact that the most recent memory he held in tact was his erecting of a self sustaining barrier after receiving a fatal injury from a hollow, whom he presumed he had defeated twice now, within the confines of the dangai. Already having knowledge of exactly who Captain Nakamoto was and the division he resided over, allowed Eizoku to make the logical connection to the location he was currently held in - the medical instruments and division uniforms of the present nurses only aiding in confirmation. The second factor tied in was the fact that in order to be rescued from the Dangai, the most sensible means of entering would be through direct usage of the Senkaimon which is held under the jurisdiction of the Fifth Division. Certainly, the unwarranted disappearance of the man for over a century would not be so easily overlooked, despite the man himself having no notable recognition throughout the Seireitei. However, particularly due to the nature of his zan, surely the man was monitored in some way, shape, or form from afar. Even if it had been unknown to himself. It was more than obvious that the man was not saved by grace or luck, but purposeful order. Tying these factors in, it only made sense that his body had been retrieved and transported by those with knowledge of him - certainly the captain should have at least had some basic knowledge of the man he was treating.
"Do you speak?"
Although an obvious answer, it had been a legitimate question, albeit saturated in intended intimidation and ridicule over the former third seat's lack of expressing his appreciation. However, before Eizoku was even able to issue a response, the young captain continued on in his same manner of demanding speech.
"Your name, your division, your seat."
The man stared in an observant awkward silence for a moment analyzing the man before replying. His stance, stature, eyes, and manner of speech although all making it painfully obvious that the intent to harm the man was not present. He also wouldn't be wasteful enough to expend some of the divisions most valuable resources, rooming, and equipment to fully heal the man, only to strike him down. Reaching up to feel one of his remaining dreads with his right index finger and thumb, he had taken notice that the suppressive golden clip he usually sported had been removed. Sliding the fingers of his right down the entirety of his dread until it eventually returned to being positioned in his lap.Another moment passing before verbalizing in a rather hoarse monotonous voice.
" Eizoku Yugameru, third se-....
Almost stopping in his tracks, while also taking the information of a hundred year time displacement, Eizoku reluctantly continued on.
"Former...Third seat of the Fifth Division. You have my deepest respect and utmost appreciation for saving me - Captain Nakamoto. I am already aware of the workings and suspicions of every "unnatural act" that occurs in soul society. No matter how ineffective, inconvenient, and troublesome the measures are. Out of appreciation for your deed and respect for you and your position, I will willingly comply to any interrogations or tasks you require of me. Although admittedly I must admit I have my own selfish reasoning for doing so as well, I too would like some answer about this sitatution.
Sliding his hands gently to his sides and using the palms of his hands to aid in slightly lifting his legs in order to turn and remove himself from the bed - the man stood erect, towering over the captain from the short distance away. However, he approached no further, but rather had taken a single knee with a bowed head towards the man, his right wrist resting on his right leg while his left knee remained against the floor.
"However, I ask but one simple request. As you can see, I'm stained in well over 100 years worth of both my dried up blood and the hollow that had stationed himself within the dangai that caused both this predicament and the one which happened not too many years ago that caused destruction to reign down upon the Seireitei. I only ask for a fresh set of garbs and but a moment to clean up myself. You may have me under strict guard, I have no intentions of fleeing or causing difficulty for you. However, as it stands, I am unable to think clearly in such a vile state.
Standing slowly once more with his head still bowed, the man began to suddenly disrobe himself in front of the captain and everyone present within the room until he had been completely uncovered. The remaining bit of lengthy cloth used as a belt for his shihakusho, held within his right palm managing to cover his newly acquired manhood, revealing the overall toned and healthy physique of his frame and body all around. He had done so however not as shock value, but rather to show he was unarmed,had no ill intention, and to increase the odds of the captain absolutely agreeing to let the man remove the dried vomit and blood that cloaked both his body and his hair - his own social inexperience and awkwardness marking such an act off as "normal" and sensible in his own mind. The smell was unbearable surely to both himself and the others within the room. He eagerly awaited the captains response in silence.

 

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Essentially there was no excuse on how long he had to wait, standing before the two who seemed to be rather startled by him or rather the proximity in that he stood. Jizakai looked down at the two shorter individuals, and they were unable to help him with information as silence befell them for some time. Not budging an inch a sigh escaped his lips, worthless pieces of junk who could not muster a single word in response to him.
He gritted his teeth in annoyance, casting his gaze ahead to see who was behind them and with the ability to assist the requirements needing to be met. There was not anyone who could help around, causing the man to bring his arm upwards to palm his face in disappointment. Shrouding his vision and obscuring the approach mof the feline, she managed to comfortably position upon the shoulder of the division member. Removing his hand, Jizakai was able to see who had approached and chose to acknowledge the girl who had came with her feline companion. With a smirk after hearing surprising information. He trailed behind the woman and anticipating meeting Himari Shizu.