[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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"Eizoku Yugameru, Third se-.... 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 situation."
Eizoku takes a moment to slide from the bed, before kneeling down with a bowed head. While this type of reverence might be expected or even asked for by other Captains, his unmoving stance is broken. Yū is taken aback for a moment, taking a single step back and looking down at the third seat on his knee as proceeds to speak again.
"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."
Of course to those not present to witness his traveling through timelines and facing head-on what could be described to be a potentially greater threat down the line, the events Eizoku had experienced firsthand would all sound completely fabricated- a convoluted story made on the fly to act as a sorry excuse for a century-long disappearance. This, however, is why most of Eizoku's words enter Yū's ears one way and fly out the other as none of this information pertains to him except for what he had asked just prior: his name, his division, his seat. After getting those three things, only sparse phrases are registered in his mind, absorbed as supporting details- background noise. 'Hollow stationed in the Dangai... destruction raining down upon the Seireitei...' The Captain recalls back to 10... 20... 30... years ago, and nothing regarding "destruction raining down upon the Seireitei" came into memory.
Yū wastes no time further looking for any semblance of sense from Eizoku's statement- the task of finding that answer would be handled by the Kido Corps. And while the Captain is equally capable of delving into his mind and accessing these memories himself, this responsibility does not fall under his jurisdiction, leaving very little left that must be done.
He stands in silence for an extended moment, his eye contact unwavering even while Eizoku begins to undress until he's down to the measly sash that he uses to cover his groin.
...
"Anyways, while I appreciate the gratitude, I'm under strict orders from the Kido Corps to hand you over immediately. They will be the ones interrogating you and I assume later... you'll have to answer to your Captain."
Yū's free arm hidden in the folds of his Shihakusho extend to reveal a set of cloth in his hand, flipping it over to reveal a brand new Shihakusho for the third seat. He turns to place it gently at the foot of the bed as he continues to speak.
"Most I can do is give you these new robes and a minute to get dressed. Shouldn't take you long while I alert them that you're awake."
With haste the room clears out, the still-startled medics who had been fighting for their life just moments prior first staggering out before their Captain follows suit, sliding the door closed behind them to allow Eizoku a small window of privacy.

"He's awake, as promised."
... the Captain announces a couple minutes later to the Kido Corps' members who have been waiting patiently in the lobby until this moment. They all rise to their feet in unison, already lining up in an organized fashion as Yū reaches out to hand Eizoku's zanpakutо̄ to whoever considers themselves the leader of the group. One breaks from the crowd and approaches the Captain, extending their arm out to grab ahold of the offered zanpakutо̄...
"Please follow me."
... before the Captain leads the group back to the Intensive Care Unit.
While Yū's stride is characteristically relaxed as his involvement in the matter is virtually over, the Captain can feel the urgency in the following troupe's gait, all becoming aware that their responsibilities in this situation are just beginning. Once they approach the room's entrance, Yū tiptoes to the side, allowing the Kido Corps' clearance to enter the room when ready and retrieve their former third seat for their investigation.

 

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It was uncertain to Junko how long she stood there in silence. She had turned away from the door, a faraway gaze looking beyond the windows opposite of her. Absently her thumb stroked the marred surface of the badge she had been given. Alone with her thoughts and the revelations she had during her conversation with Omoni. So much responsibility rested in the simple little totem she held, yet her life was going to change drastically from here on. It made her wonder in what ways exactly, outside of the obvious extra meetings. She had given her all for her squad, always. Left basically in charge while all the superiors were away in the World of the Living followed by seemingly endless meetings it had felt almost as if she were in charge of the squad. That had not been her intention nor her reason for why she worked so hard in those times. Simply made her curious if things would be as they had been then or if they would change all the more now.
Her new duties were a mystery to her. Never having focused on what rank she was and instead putting her attention into her work, it did not cross her mind what those above her had to deal with exactly. The thought of more paperwork came to mind. A frustrating thought. More than anything, however, was still the feeling of loss that gnawed at her heart of losing Omoni. It would be very strange to roam these halls knowing she would not find the woman around the next turn. And with her now gone the fear began to sink in as well. Would Junko be enough? Would she come even close to being as useful to her squad as Omoni had been? It was difficult to know. Impossible to compare. Junko had certainly shown her worth within the walls of the squad and healed countless others while Omoni had gone above and beyond to show her prowess on the battlefield.
The concerns, comparisons...all of it continued to whirl through her mind almost endlessly. Bright eyes dulled as she no longer truly saw anything before her, clouded by the storm in her head. The sensation of others passing by did not bother nor disturb her, leaving her alone as they went about their own business. She was only brought back to reality by the feeling of one who was coming directly toward her, entering the room she had been left alone in. Turning to the source she eyed the man over her shoulder.

It was a face she had seen often lately, though they had not spoken much. In fact, she could not recall anything said between the two of them that was not immediately work related or simple passing pleasantries. She supposed such things should change.
As he spoke she felt her jaw tighten against her bidding. She wondered if this was how Omoni had felt when she had lashed out at her and called her "Captain" so formally. The title addressed to her felt cumbersome. Surprise filled her as well that he already knew. Though it was common knowledge within their squad that Omoni had been testing for Captaincy and that she would most likely prevail in the challenge, it had not been apparent who would succeed her. At least, it had not been apparent to Junko. As he continued to speak she began to fidget with the badge all the more. Awkwardly affixing it to her sash in an attempt to find something to look at other than him. Taking in a breath she composed herself before looking back up toward him.
"There's no need to be so formal," she requested gently at his calling her "ma'am".
The Captain rushed by, greeting awaiting members of Fifth at the entrance before he was gone once again. Holding back the urge to call out she looked at the empty space he had occupied in the hallway for a few brief moments. Unaware of the full story yet knowing how important the task was she refused to bother him in the moment. She had no idea what she was supposed to be doing exactly or how best to serve him now as officially his Lieutenant. Interrupting him, especially in this moment, did not seem the best course. Thinking back to her consideration of getting to know the squad more to serve it better she returned her gaze to the one standing before her.
"you can just call me 'Junko', Mizu-san,
With a smile she moved closer, extending a hand toward him as if in introduction. A proper introduction this time. A promise even, with all intention to take her new station seriously as well as know and respect her comrades.

 

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From the very moment that his theatrical acts of reverence drew a visible moment of slight shock from the rather young looking captain, Eizoku had already processed and predicted the flow that the rest of their interaction would take. Internalizing his disappointment about his conclusion while forcibly merging it with his gratitude for the previous actions the man had carried out in order to preserve his life. He did so, in order to prevent one distasteful manner from outweighing the other and create a bias or disregard for his position. Being that he had already started his explanations that followed into his plead, he saw no benefit in stopping his act or changing his course of actions, and as such continued on with his rather lengthy "fictitious tale", towards the captain of fourth - for he was more than sure that's how the man would inevitably perceive his truth.
Soul society has been the same since its beginning, full of convoluted schemes, an ironic overwhelming lack of understanding, so much so that it seems intentional at times, aided by an overbearing reliance upon military disciplinary actions against anything which flowed against the desired normality of things. And apparently, this man would be of no exception. Had it by chance been a mental trait forcibly adopted by the captain's upon their ascent into the position? Perhaps purposely done in order to achieve a manner of desired respect, to fit in the stereotypical views of what a captain should or shouldn't be? Or perhaps a developed facade in order to prevent being looked upon as "weak minded"? Whatever the case, it was more than obvious that this individual fell into the stereotype. A slight glance up from Eizoku's emerald inscrutable oculars, could read the man clear as day who had possessed eyes that had been anything but hidden. Everything about the blond headed medic showed that not only had he been uninterested in being involved in the slightest with the situation, but that he also did not care or believe what was being spoken to him. The most interest given was an obvious pondering after a reference of destruction raining down upon the Seireitei, yet even that in itself was rather short-lived. Nevertheless, Eizoku accepted the situation as is, and completed his breath awaiting a response from captain Nakamoto, whom after the slightest of pauses proceeded.
"Anyways, while I appreciate the gratitude, I'm under strict orders from the Kido Corps to hand you over immediately. They will be the ones interrogating you and I assume later... you'll have to answer to your Captain."
Although, this was of course not what the man desired to hear, it served as somewhat of a relief. Between the orchestrated relief effort retrieval, and the pre-planned turnover of matters back into his division without drawing too much attention, he had an underlying sense that his Captain was fully aware of the possibilities and risks of the mission he sent him on - and above all else expected his return.
"Most I can do is give you these new robes and a minute to get dressed. Shouldn't take you long while I alert them that you're awake."
With an outstretched arm and an upward facing palm, the head medic offered to the dreadheaded chronomancer a fresh shihakusho. It's design slightly differing from what he originally adorned himself in, admittedly pleasing. Captain Nakamoto and the rest of his assistants following out quickly as if on cue, a couple glancing back to steal another view at Eizoku's now exposed body, before leaving him alone to freshen up. Without wasting any time, the former third seat made his way to a nearby sink with a couple towels and soap present, giving himself a quick wipe down. The blood and sudded water pooling to the floor beneath him, before streaming slowly into a drain beneath the sink. The cold air of the room embracing his body in an unpleasant constant chill that he willingly accepted as he lifted his scarlet red dreads placing them into the sink as he began using the available products to wash the blood from his locs as best he could in the moment. After a moment of scrubbing, the man patted his dreads until they went from soaked, to simply damp, wrapping the larger towel around his head in such a manner that absorbed the remaining moisture while upholding his hair before using the remaining dry towels to dry his body off and sliding into his shihakusho.
Turning his attention to the left, he would notice he could see his reflection through a glass panel stationed upon the wall not too far away from where he had been positioned at the sink. The sides of his hair had been singed near his temples, presumably from his encounter with Genryusai Yamamoto. Strangely, it gave him a convenient new appearance that didn't look completely unbearable, reminiscent of what he would hear the individuals from shows in the World of the Living, call a "high temp fade." Although admittedly hurt at the loss of so many of his dreads, being that he based his elegance and attractiveness around them. Pulling his hair into an up-do ponytail, with two strands hanging free on the front right hand side.
As if timing him, the door opened allowing in an entourage of masked individuals, with his head instinctively turning, he would take notice that Captain Nakamoto was still in view, and as if trying to get a rise from him, proceeded with what could presumably be a taunt.
"For an individual of your caliber, surely you are able to deduce when an individual is telling a falsehood. Surely you are able to pry deeper into one's mental plane and mindset with your level of skill if you so desired. You were unable to detect any signs of deceit or any of the instinctive bodily reactions that occur when someone lies, yet you chose to completely disregard my presented notions and accept them as only fables. Is it that you are incapable of such skills, or that you purposely desire not to get involved in this situation? In any sense of the word, although I am forever grateful for you saving my life, I am admittedly somewhat dissapointed that the Kido Prince whom I studied and kept track of so intently, would follow the stereotypical path that most of Soul Society does.
In that moment, Yu would have handed off the man's zanpakto to another individual, and almost out of instinct, Eizoku raised his left palm towards the general direction causing an almost immediate reaction of his sheathed blade to fly towards him once free of the captain's grip. Once grasped, Eizoku would walk towards the entourage handing his blade open to the head priestess once more. It hadn't been an act of disrespect or rebellion, but rather not desiring every individual to carelessly grasp his blade.

Quote:If you are finished here, your interrogation will take place within the barracks of the Fifth Division. We will personally be escorting you there, and let it be known that even the smallest act of resistance will result in your execution.

With that, awaiting for any remaining final comments or remarks from Captain Nakamoto, the group would take its leave and begin their advent into fifth division for the official interrogation.

 

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Hearing what could only be his Lt's words of "There's no need to be formal, you can just call me 'Junko" was something of "Serenity" going through his mind. He knew from this moment on there was nothing that he couldn't do or accomplish. There hasn't been a moment where he knew he felt at home... Even with his duties, he knew there was going to be something always lurking around the corner, yet at this moment he knew he found his "Home" finally.
O.O..hhh. Oh! Yes Ma'am! I mean... Junko-kun! It's a pleasure to meet you, I was told you were here. I figured I would end up trying to find you and see if you needed help with anything."
Just as quickly as he said that he pushed forward his hand, linking with Junko's as he began to shake her hand back. This was the formal greeting that needed to be done for a while, yet though he knew that he had to formally meet his Captain at some point as well. Rubbing the back of his neck a small jolt of soul energy pushed from the top of his cervical vertebrae all the way down to his sacrum. Usually, this feeling would never happen unless he was around someone that he knew he was supposed to meet or have a connection with, and the majority of the time he couldn't tell what the outcome of the interaction was going to bring. This was something that always troubled Mizu something that he couldn't exactly figure out.
With the connection of their hands, he would swallow the spit from within his mouth like the feeling of a golfball going down his throat. He hasn't felt this feeling in the longest time, a feeling of sadness, confusion, eagerness, and dedication. After a few seconds of looking down at their hands interlocked in shaking movement, he looked back at the face staring him in the face. This was a face he saw before, a face where he knew there was something extremely special about the person that has yet to be shown. Thinking to himself "Was this the true power of sadness coming from a Lt for the Soul Society? Or was this just the sadness from someone who lost a dear friend with minimal explanation?" There seemed to be questions that kept running through his mind over and over again.
I know we formally just met, but if isnt to much to ask or even overstepping my position.. Is everything okay Junko?
The tall figure standing straight in front of Junko would say down to her as his head cocked to the side a little. Was this a question that should've been asked later? Was I overstepping my boundaries or even my seat in the 4th division? These were the quiet thoughts that rushed through his head as soon as he asked to what he thought to himself as "Simple" questions. Now slowly pulling his hand back he rubbed the back of his head once again in sheer hopes that he wasn't overstepping his boundaries in asking questions like this to his Lt, someone who he just met.
Im sorry, I hope I'm not over stepping boundaries!
Since he knew walking in already that he caught a glimpse of tears or what would've been the resonance of such tears falling down her cheek as he entered the room. With a feeling of uncertainty in front of his own Lt he walked over to the window whereas he glimpsed out the window where he saw other Shinigami walking around without a small concern in the world of the evil that lurks around ever corner.

 

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As she smiled brighter at his slight slip up, she pondered whether he might not be used to such behavior, or if perhaps she should not have been so relaxed around such matters in the first place. In her eyes, loyalty to a person and to a squad is not measured through how they are addressed, but rather through what they do. As long as both of them perform in such critical moments properly, whatever title he names her by is irrelevant. To take such a position, however, would need his confidence in her and her abilities. A worry she needn't have. From the moment they held hands, his intentions, emotions, and feelings were undeniably clear.
She felt quite relieved and comforted by the emotions that passed through her. He seemed to have a faith in her she did not yet possess. However, Omoni had helped her greatly, so she could only hope her confidence would not begin to waver further now.
While their hands were together, she felt that his eyes reached further than she liked. Her initial feelings of his emotion were quickly overshadowed by his reception of hers, which leaked more than she had anticipated. It was like being in a hall of mirrors. Afraid to be seen, and overwhelmed by her own sadness and insecurity, she felt the harsh reflection of her own feelings. A small grimace appeared on her face for just a moment. As he questioned these feelings once more, he pulled himself away from her, wondering what he had done. If he had said something wrong.
Perhaps she should have let him go. It would have been too much for him to see her as weak or inadequate in that moment. It was crucial that she be strong. Deserving. She clutched his hand all the tighter as he pulled away, restraining him.
Bright hues sought out his with a look of determination she most likely had not had in many years.

Her gaze upon him was intense. She calmed herself and her nerves as she focused. While within the barrack walls her reiatsu found its way through all the halls without any real focus from her now. Only those in need or when she felt the desire to truly focus it was when her attention was required. Now was such a time. Clasping on to his hand her reiatsu snaked its way through her and washed over him. Settling him with comfort. Separating him from her insecurities. A deep and true smile worked its way to her face as she peered up at him.
She would not allow anyone to raise concern over one such as herself. It was her job to worry over her squad now, and it would not do to have them in such a state. Truly happy at the real and unbiased concern that lie beneath the questions he asked and the sensations she felt, yet all the same it would not do. It was her job to have concerns for his well being, not the other way around. It was her job to help raise her squad up. To be a pillar they could rely on. In that moment she had not been, and she would correct such behavior now.
A sly grin creeping across her face she grasped him tighter. Ignoring his questions of how she felt as such things did not matter. The hurt she felt would pass. The tears she had shed would be forgotten. In that moment, she was now a Lieutenant and she would behave as such. At least, as much as she possibly could. In a manner only Junko could display of both determination as well as playfulness she kept her grip of him and began to skip out into the hallway toward where their, for now, unoccupied Captain resided.
"We have work to do, Mizu-san,"
Not another word uttered. Simply the woman bounding down the way with his hand held tightly in hers with all the trust within her. A bright and true smile on her face as she looked back to him with excitement. Past relationships and statuses had ended. New ones had taken their place, and who knew what interesting things lie just before them if only they had the courage to reach out and see it?