[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northwest Seireitei

[Shinigami]

⦿11th Division Headquarters & Barracks 一 Like all the other barracks, the 11th Division Barracks house the offices and living quarters of the Shinigami of the 11th.
⦿12th Division Headquarters & Barracks 一 Like all the other barracks, the 12th Division Barracks house the offices and living quarters of the Shinigami of the 12th.
⦿Shinigami Research and Development Institute 一 The Shinigami Research and Development Institute (技術開発局, Gijutsukaihatsu Kyoku; lit. "Technological Development Department", The Department of Research and Development in English Dub) is an organization within Soul Society. The institute is behind the development of many of the technologies that aid the Shinigami. The SRDI has close ties with the 12th Division of the Gotei 13 and all presidents of the institute have thus far also served as captains of that division.
⦿13th Division Headquarters & Barracks 一Like all the other barracks, the 13th Division Barracks house the offices and living quarters of the Shinigami of the 13th. The Barrack grounds all contain the Ugendō (雨乾堂, Rain Dried Hall) Quarters.

 

[Shinigami]

Among many Third Seats, Arashi is beyond the considered group that represented this rank. He did it well, being a member of Squad 13 since he graduated the Academy. Unlike many, he is the only member of his Squad at the moment that has respectfully unlocked the skill of Bankai. Not many know of these feat, other than the Head Captain and a few other Captains of the Gotei 13. Recently, Arashi participated in the test in order to become the Captain of Squad 13. He had hope to pass with flying colors, as he had done when he graduated from the Academy, though, even from that point it was no walk in the park. However, the Captains exam is whole other level far more difficult than Arashi anticipated! For the first couple of hours of his day, Arashi remained alone with in his Quarters. His Zanpakuto resting upon his lap and his hands resting upon her. His eyes were closed as he sat with hiss legs crossed beneath him. The room illuminated by a two candles on either side of him.
"Oh Arashi, for such an innocent smile, you can not hide your disappointment and frustration. You did your very best." Hoshizora's kind and gentle voice wasn't enough, at least at the moment. Though his genuine smile remained, his eyes were completely closed. His head lowered to reflect upon his own actions and what could have been done. Suddenly, he sprung to his feet, grasping his Zanpakuto in mid-motion as he exits his inner world! "Thank you, Hoshizora." He placed his Zanpakuto on the side of his left hip, between the obi-sash and Hakama. He took a seat once he approached the small table next to his bed and immediately started pouring him a cup of tea while his thoughts passed. There was no Captain to lead his squad nor any immediate Vice-Captain for that matter. As everyone should, they looked to Arashi being the next highest rank with in Squad 13. Naturally it gave him chance to work and develop his leadership skills for the role of Captain.
A knock came to his door...
Arashi turned his head, looking back through his peripheral vision. "Yes," he answered. "We need you outside, there is a little dispute between our newer members..." Arashi stood up with a cup of his famous Aotsuki(Bluemoon) Tea! He immediately took a sip from it as he started towards the paper doors, sliding it open with his left hand. "The same two, I presume?" The male nodded, dropping his gaze with a heavy sigh to follow. "They just can't seem to get along... Its always something about who is better or who will become the future Captain of this Division." Arashi nodded and proceeded to follow him to the scene...
Upon arriving not only a few minutes later, Arashi could feel the evident high levels of tension in the air. They were ready to brawl! Both men had their swords drawn, wielding them respectfully with two hands. "You think you are a hot shot, because you are better at Kido. You can kiss my shiny white ass with that bullshit! I'll punch you in the mouth before you could even speak a word!" As a rebuttal, "please your skills in Hakuda can't even compare to a toddler! Your punches will never touch me let alone even reach me,T-rex built ass boy!" Their anger flourished, but every other member that surrounded these two had noticed Arashi. Immediately, they backed away... "That's enough you two..." The both of them turned, instantly backing off and sheathing their swords. This had been the fifth time these two had gotten into it and quite frankly it will not be the last time. Everyone was tired of their bickering, verbal abuse towards one another!
"Since you two wish to get under each other skin so much, then you both can spend the rest of the day cleaning everyone's Quarters. Please, I would hate to have to get physical with either one of you. However, if there is a problem, then please let me know now..." Arashi gave them both a warming smile, but his eyes slowly opened up to reveal a gaze that meant business. Everyone with in his Squad respected him highly, due to his efforts and notoriety among them, Keeping everyone in line as much as possible. His gaze was enough to make the two comply, they all understood the strength that Arashi had, even though he rarely showed it. He rarely needed to, since he is or rather was on the road to Captaincy...
"Ashi." A nickname that he allowed all of his comrades to call him. "Hm?" He took another sip of his tea. "How did the test go, did you pass?" Everyone was silent, awaiting the answer... He lowered his tea from his lips...
"No. However... It is far from the end. The next time it comes around, I will pass."
Despite the news being in fact disappointing to his comrades, they did not falter in their respect and admiration towards Arashi Suta. They trusted him and in his words they held belief towards them. In fact, they would even help him in whatever he needed to gain the rank of Captain of Squad 13. "Even without the Haori, Ashi, we consider you a great leader. So when it is a official, we all will welcome you. Right!?" Everyone raised their hands, shouting in union. "RIGHT". The smile on Arashi's face grew even bigger, his determination to get to his Goal of Captain even more set in stone.
The area would've cleared out a bit and would allow ARashi to get back to his Quarters to handle business...

Traveling from Northwest to Southwest!​

 

[Shinigami]

The usual ruckus and commotion of the Eleventh Division’s barracks. A symphony of pained grunts, clashing of wooden training instruments and in between those, laughter. All divisions are distinct in their atmosphere, this much will always remain as the truth. The Eleventh Division however, may stand as the most, interesting of the lot. Consisting of personalities of all kinds, united in camaraderie by one simple fact, their love for combat. Seen from the outside as a band of simpletons and brutes, they had earned it but perhaps it wasn’t the case? No, no… This was all too true, of course there were exceptions to this but the majority were just that, brutish buffoons with a tendency for violence. Regardless, it was the home and family of every member in the Division. Something they would defend with their lives.
Within the Eleventh Division, there were few that truly stood out for whatever reason it may be, one of them being a solitary man, or was it a boy? It was difficult to tell by their height in any case. A plain room with little of decoratives, a simple wooden desk, very little worth of paperwork to be seen and what was present was currently being utilized as a resting place for the stationary used to deal with it. Dotted around the edges of the room and on both sides of the desk, there were identical chairs, one for the Lieutenant, just behind the desk, two for whoever may decide to sit in front of said desk and four along the left and right walls of the room. Sat behind the desk, or rather, squatting atop the chair behind the desk was Nibui Ueki. An impressively small shinigami who, even against his own self-degradation had managed to attain such a prestigious position within the ranks of the Shinigami.
As opposed to paperwork being the centerpiece of his desk, a peculiar potted plant sat there instead. Housed in a decently sized rectangular clay pot, a rather withered looking Bonsai of a dark wood, the branches of the small tree, decorated with a sparse few crimson tinted leaves. The room that surrounded both Nibui and the tree, it seemed eerily calm, regardless of what was occurring outside of those walls and what sound made it through to his little sanctum. The Lieutenant watched as the plant seemed to lose it’s life force with each moment that passed. Counting the leaves as they fell one by one in his head. With each little leaf that fell over the next hour, he seemed to sink further and further down and back into his seat as he watched, visibly distraught by what was happening, the complete opposite to the rest of the division’s barracks which seemed to remain as lively through each and every hour of the day and night of most days. At the end of the hour of silence, finally, something parted from the man, a few soft words of defeat.
“Ah.. Another one dies.”
As he spoke, he had sat there, contemplating. Surely it wasn’t all that difficult to take care of? Perhaps he just wasn’t suited for such a thing and if that was the case, he had feared for the safety of his division under his care. Those ideas and ill thoughts raced through his mind for a good while before eventually switching to a different topic, the Eleventh Division itself and the lack of a Captain. Without a Captain present, he would need to take charge of their duties. He was more than happy to take on these responsibilities but still, his own thoughts would weigh on him more than the responsibilities themselves. He had hoped someone would take the position within a reasonable window of time at least, although it was no easy task as he had learned for himself. Eventually, thoughts cycled through and would return to the discouraging site that was meant to be his relaxing hobby, the tree. His colourless, tired eyes glaring at the small potted plant before they were closed, thick stark white eyelashes blocking out what light might have attempted to find the tiniest gap between his eyelids.
Simultaneously to his eyes closing, his hands had reached for his Zanpakuto which up until this point had rested against the desk of his. With both hands clasping the Zanpakuto, right hand latched to the scabbard of the blade and left hand to the handle. Ill thought of himself faded, along with the audible pollution of the rest of the members of the Eleventh Division. He had entered a meditative state, his aim, to enter Jubokko’s inner world and get to questioning, about what though? That would hopefully be revealed soon.

 

[Shinigami]

From the shadows cast along the ground, and even the rooftops they came in droves. Rising from the depths of darkness, clad in black with swords in hand. They lacked a sense of individuality, and uttered no words.
One by One
Two by Two
Three by Three
They continued to come, completely surrounding every entry and exit point accessible to them within the Eleventh, Twelfth, Thirteenth squads along with those of the Research and Development. They remained immobile, fixed in place as they detained all those present within, moving only should those within attempt to move past them. They made no sounds, eyes barely visible did not blink. There was an absence of blood lust or any murderous intent, yet a sense of duty and conviction shrouded each agent of darkness. They had their task. They would serve without question, with unwavering devotion.

 

[Shinigami]

Standing guard at nearly every exit they stood by in silent obedience of orders given. They didn't fully understand their orders, but they would fulfill them all the same. The ground beneath them ruptured, the agents of the Onmitsukido catching sight of the vines, yet unable to properly resist. A chorus of cries and groans of pain sung out from each member ensnared by the thick vines constricting them. They writhed in protest as their reiryoku was being stolen from them, fed to the parasitic plants crushing them within their grasp. They were helpless, at the mercy of the plants that held them.