[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northwest Seireitei

[Shinigami]

A one way radio, and an blatant reminder to those of the frightening abilities of the Head Lieutenant. Honoka shiftsher attention to the Northwest, focusing on those housed in the Twelfth Division. While one may think that plant life to be scarce in a division of research and technology, if not for those of her own household in the pursuit of research in botany, medicine, herbalism, and horticulture, her job could have been just slightly more inconvenienced. That not being the case, the very same flowers begin to sprout and grow, reaching their full size in a matter of seconds. Once again her voice fills the rooms and halls of the barracks, to be heard by every member in the barracks.

"Effective immediately, Kyōraku Nozamu no longer holds the rank of Lieutenant. His research and findings are to be gathered, and anyone capable of deciphering this is to report to me immediately. Otherwise, the entirety of his assets are to be surrendered to First Division. Failure will not be tolerated."
Akin to the flowers in Fourth, once her message is completed, the flowers diminish in size, until they no longer exist.

 

[Shinigami]

Location: Division 12 Laboratories. Sub level 5. Western branch.
Time Unknown
"Hmmmm, if I were to handle it this way, perhaps with the proper amount of power output I could...yes, yes. No wait! Yes?" A mumbling mousy voice mulled over the most mundane of masterpieces, as she would call them herself. Two little horns stuck up from her head, her hair parted in a hime cut with two long side bangs that gradated into another color. Over her eyes were a pair of thick safety goggles. She wore the most obtuse and out of the ordinary rubber gloves on her arms, yes, arms. They looked fit for a giant more than one as small as her.
Her forge smock was covered in scorch marks and outlines of blasts from catching something or another. She pulled down the thick mask that covered her nose and mouth, revealing her pristine face not covered by soot in the slightest. Proceeding to hack and wheeze for a moment, she stumbled around in the obfuscating smog of multi-scented pyrotechnics. it reeked of sulfides and sulfates, of crisped copper and singed aluminum. It couldn't smell more like Nirvana to her.
As she took in one long breath to fill her lungs with the smoky goodness, she hacked and wheezed a bit more, exchanging the air filters on her mask, tossing the empties off to the side in the pile of dozens more. Screwing the new one on, she put it back on her face with reluctance. As much as she loved the smell of nitroglycerin in the air, she couldn't breathe it naturally. She'd have to experiment on one of the lower seats at some point to see if lungs could be made to carry carbon filtration sheets.
Alas, that was something for another day. Speaking of days, she had lost all track of time here in her little workshop. The fifth one she had been through since her engineering with mass-production kido implementation had gone belly up, four times...
But that would not stop the progress of the shinigami! if humans were capable of compressing different energies into engineered balls of impact combustion, then by the captains as her witness, she would make a gods damned grenade that had kido in them! It was time to level the playing field somewhat for those poor fools who couldn't cast a thing, those who relied on their brawn more than their brain, on their muscle more than their spirit.
And so she had been here for who knew how long, missing most events that were going on up on the surface, cracking open clay ball after clay ball, spell tags to keep the energy of kido inside. Every time it resulted in abject failure, but each failure was a step in the right direction to find her pacing, to find the path she needed to be on. And every step on the right path...simply lead her to more failures.
As she was scribbling schematics into a notebook, making various calculations in it, she heard a knocking on the door. "Yes? What is it? I'm a little busy."
As the door opened up, in poked the head of a bald man with squared features, his lower jaw sticking out further than the other, "Sorry Kurokawa-chan, but, we are in need of your presence up above, there is no sign of the lieutenant, and, well, there's a lot you've missed."
She tilted her head to the side, blinking several times, her goggles pushed up to look at the light coming from the hallway. She winced, realizing she'd been in almost pitch darkness this whole time (save for the various explosions).
"Ah, how long have I been down here?"
"In this particular lab Ma'am? I would say about a week. You've been in the sub levels for a good two months total? Maybe you should freshen up before you come out completely." The man excused himself, and she sighed.
Collecting her notebook, she saw herself out of the room, and upstairs, looking to get washed up and properly bathed before she would present herself to anyone along with her findings. With her math and engineering, they could for sure compartmentalize kido to the point of making grenades with the first ten!
But first, yeah, she really could use a wash up.

 

[Shinigami]

TAP TAP TAP
The sound of keys being struck endlessly, as always fills the otherwise silent laboratory, a massive computer for now exists as the only source of light. Fingers with elongated blue painted nails move from one key to the next, dancing without pause. As always, the madman to whom these frantic digits belonged to was heavily engrossed within his work, ignorant to the ongoings beyond the walls of his workspace, his...home.

[b]'MASTER..I’M READING POWERFUL SURGES OF SPIRITUAL POWER FROM THE NORTHEASTERN QUADRANT….ANALYZING…. 
READINGS ASSESS THE OUTPUT OF POWER TO MATCH THE LEVEL 90 HADO SPELL, KUROHITSUGI. HOW DO YOU ADVISE?'[/b]

The almost mechanical monotone voice fills the entirety of the massive lab. The disturbance from the Barracks of the Seventh Division detected by the various equipment of the R&D.. The program relays this information to its master who, despite the gravity of such news shows no interest, appearing dismissive even.
”Ignore it! Such a thing can hardly be news worthy of my immediate attention. Can’t you see what lies before me?!”
While others above rush to the tragic scene, Kurotuschi remains planted before his computer, refusing to allow himself to be distracted at this crucial juncture. The program remains silent, adhering to its master’s wish, and silence once more befalls the room; save for the repeated clacking of keys until-
"Effective immediately, Kyōraku Nozamu no longer holds the rank of Lieutenant. His research and findings are to be gathered, and anyone capable of deciphering this is to report to me immediately. Otherwise, the entirety of his assets are to be surrendered to First Division. Failure will not be tolerated."
A rather conspicuous plant sprouts within not only the Barracks of the Twelfth Division, but finds itself also intruding behind the sacred walls of the Research and Development Institute, invading the various laboratories—Nyuraku’s included, disturbing the otherwise tranquil quiet previously enjoyed. Despite not only the apparent importance of the message but the rank and prestige of the one to whom the voice belongs to, its message slowly fades, falling on deaf ears. Nyuraku had not paused or slowed down for even a moment to pay it any true heed, dismissing it just as he had dismissed the alert regarding the execution of the Level 90 Kido spell. He could only imagine the number of reasons for the demotion of the bumbling Kyōraku, yet he had neither the time nor inclination to spare it a modicum of thought. The triflings and failures of the incompetent hardly warranted his focus after all. The message demanded the search and acquisition of the former Lieutenant’s Research and Findings. Ironically, Nyuraku happened to be the very one in possession of the very thing they sought.
The plant soon diminishes in size, with its message more or less delivered it had outlived its purpose. Still, the Brainiac’s bug eyes never stray from the massive screen despite its blaring light, images reflected along his saucer like pupils, appearing incoherent to a layman, a mass of seemingly incomprehensible images and data. Nyuraku was of course, no layman.
Time continues to flow, though as always it held little sway within the walls of Kurotsuchi’s lab. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours;it was as if time did not exist for the man.

For the third time today, Nyuraku is robbed of his peace, his quiet—it was as if the world, no...as if the Soul King himself sought to insure Kurotsuchi’s distraction, denying him the peace he needed to work. The images on his massive screen are replaced with a message, a warning. Orange and red lights flash throughout not only his own lab, but those of his inferior colleagues as well, its siren blaring, nearly deafening. It would be impossible for any within the Institute to miss it, for any to not hear its call.
SLAM

“WHAT IS WITH THAT BLASTED NOISE?! HAVE YOU THE SLIGHTEST CLUE TO THE IMPORTANCE OF-”
The brilliant man slams his fist, visibly frustrated and angered at this sudden disturbance, vocalizing his rage. His already bulging and signature bug eyes appearing to bulge even further in the heat of his rage.

[b]Master Kurotuschi, a Garganta has been detected above the Rukongai area.[/b]

The computerized voice interjects, interrupting its master’s tangent to inform him of the cause for the alarm, as well as the location of the disturbance.
”KEKEKE”
A sound similar to a hiccup escapes him, his body stiffens before it begins to slightly shudder and shake.
”KEKEKE”
Again, that distorted cackling noise escapes him, growing louder, the shaking of his body becoming stronger and more apparent. The look of anger, of outrage previously displayed now gone, utterly and completely.

”KEKEKEKEKE KAHAHAHAHAHA HEEHEHEHEHEHEHE”
That strange noise was no hiccup, it wasn’t a cough it was...laughter. Nyuraku’s expression twists one of complete and utter joy and glee as he breaks out in uncontrollable laughter. The hunched back man appears more upright than he’s ever been, his body shaking and convulsing violently, fingers dancing and wiggling in strange and twisted ways, large saucer like bug eyes rolling and going every which way but straight.

”A GARGANTA A GARGANTA A GARGANTAAAAAA!!!! HERE IN THE SOUL SOCIETY! HOW RICH! HOW UTTERLY DIVINE!”
The crazed madman raises his hands in praise and worship, as if giving thanks and reverence to the Soul King himself for bestowing upon him so ripe an opportunity. Immediately he begins darting from one side of the lab to the other. Despite his size and build he seemed rather spry and fleet of foot, appearing as little more than a blur as he moved before disappearing into an adjacent room connected to his lab. He remained there, for several minutes before the man appeared to come out, arms filled with an assortment of miscellaneous items, a small spherical object floating alongside him. With a pep in his step he traverses across the lab, intent on leaving the comforts of his work space for the sole purpose of studying this Garganta this...anomaly.
“All available Shinigami, heed this call.
”Hmn? Specimen Number Three?”
A familiar voice fills the expansive and mighty mind of the hunchback. Eyes drift apart looking in opposite directions before rolling as if to stare at one another.
”A Garganta has appeared in the 77th District of the Eastern Rukongai! Calling all available assets to respond. A Garganta has--”
The message cuts out, the sound of rumbling and destruction drowns out the voice of his former experiment, one of three. Any further information she wished to disclose would be lost to those tuned in, the connection between them and the messenger terminated.
”The Seventy Seventh District was it? Good job Specimen Number Three.”
He remarks with a nod of his head, his wide mouthed smile ever present as he begins his preppy walk to the surface once more. Thanks to that message he now had a starting point on exactly where he should focus his attention in his search of the best vantage and study point for the Garganta. Humming an unknown tune the man was truly giddy in this moment, seemingly undisturbed by the violent sounds coming from the other end of the transmission from earlier, or of young Yasu’s fate. With the Garganta at the forefront of his mind, the scientist with all his brilliance and intellect couldn’t begin to imagine the mess he would find within the Seireitei once he surfaced.

[Leaving Laboratory of Research and Development -> Surface of Northwest Sereitei]

 

[Shinigami]

She chewed on her tongue as she was handed a datapad from one of the nameless, faceless, and colorless background characters. The type of people who blended in with the crowd from having minimal impact on the story for not being one of the main players. Like the type of character who would fade from view were it some sort of game.
Hanabi took the tablet and flicked her fingers along the screen to get the four-one-one on what was happening. The pyromaniac technician of disaster was so enamored with her own work that often she forgot about the world around her. Even ignoring important messages such as these, thankfully however, her clout allowed her to order someone to record everything on this tablet for her to consult at later times.
With a live feed whenever things happened, the demonic hellfire of an innocent ball of smiles was busy reading the first message, an important bit of information from the head lieutenant. "Hmmmm, I see, so that me-oh for the love of...what now?" She was cut off, just as quickly as her interested was being abated enough to go back to her work, she was pulled back to reality when another message flew in across the screen.
A powerful presence that was needed to be cared to. A garganta in the seventy-seventh district? Well, live test subjects rarely volunteered, and she always wanted to see what hollows on fire were like, maybe a bit of liquid flame, maybe something gaseous. Hell, she would love to make a solid form of fire that was like molten rock without the viscosity of thickened molasses! Okay, Hanabi had a problem with fire, some would say it bordered on a fetish. Pyromania turning to Pyrophilia. A dangerous thing to be certain.
She tossed the datapad over her shoulder to the one who brought the thing to her attention, "I will be heading upstairs for now, see to it none of my equipment is disturbed! Thank you! If any of it is out of place when I return you'll be my first shinigami test subject in years!" She happily waved to the man as she saw herself up through the facility, happy to escort herself. For someone who was so often in these halls, she knew of every little step and shortcut she could take to get to the surface the quickest, but that's where her directional expertise ended, Hanabi was so unfamiliar with the outside that she needed an escort.
Thankfully, there was someone else on the way to the surface, "Kurotusuchi-sama, how wonderful to see you again. i assume you're headed to the same location as I am? I would...be remiss to not allow you to escort me to the location. Strength in numbers, you know how it is! It...would be wise to go together, no?" She was trying to hide the fact that she didn't even recall which direction the rukongai was from the twelfth division.
[Leaving Lab, heading to Surface]

 

[Shinigami]

”I wonder what it could be. Hopefully nothing mundane as an Adjuchas or Menos Grande. Could it be an Espada?! How glorious would that be?! I’ll even settle for a single Vasto Lorde!”
The Brainiac was beside himself with joy, evident from the manner in which he spoke to himself as feet gleefully carried him through sterile halls. The Garganta alone wasn’t cause for joy or excitement, rather the prospect of what its presence meant, which held weight to the scientist. With all his ideas, all his thoughts and theories, they meant little without the one necessary component to make such things worthwhile: material.
Kurotsuchi was in dire need of fresh material to test, assess and more importantly..to explore. Despite the limitations of one’s physical form be it Shinigami, Arrancar, Human inside each being lay infinite secrets, infinite possibilities left untapped, undiscovered due solely to one’s finite knowledge and understanding of such things. How does one learn what lays at the end of the road, or on the other side of the globe? They explore. It is through this exploration that the finite pool of knowledge and understanding gradually grows, and expands and with it...the achievement of the unimaginable.
So immersed in his own mind, so lost in his storm of frantic thoughts that Nyuraku was ignorant to the approach of another.

”Kurotsuchi-sama, how wonderful to see you again.”
A small voice accompanying a smaller presence belonging to an equally small body chimes out to the Bug-eyed man. He doesn’t seem to respond at first, as if deaf to the girl who calls out to him in a tone of supposed familiarity.
”I assume you’re headed to the same location as I am? I would...be remiss to not allow you to escort me to the location. Strength in numbers, you know how it is! It...would be wise to go together, no?”
The girl having caught up to him, her incessant prattling severs through his wave of thoughts, stopping Nyuraku in his steps. His head turns as if on a swivel to see just who it is that is intent on being a nuisance during this joyous occasion, eyes crossing and then parting...rolling opposite directions as they stare curiously at young Hanabi. His body turns to join his head, bulging eyes blink several times as if perplexed.

”Computer, what is this thing? I don’t recall securing one of my experiments for this excursion nor do I recall producing such an inferior product.”
He stares, fingers brought up stroking his chin in deep thought as he studies his intellectual inferior. From the way she called out to him and spoke, it was clear she was familiar if not well aware of who Kurotsuchi was, while he on the other hand, seemed oblivious to the girl’s identity completely.

’To answer Master’s question, the subject is Hanabi Kurokawa of the Twelfth Division. Research in the 
fields of Kido and Pyrotechnics.’

The synthesized voice emanates from the glowing robotic sphere hovering at Nyuraku’s side. Its response to its master’s query was brief and concise. There didn’t seem much information to divulge of the girl. His bugeyes found themselves absentmindedly rolling once more. He hadn’t the time to entertain the prattlings of the feeble minded right now. There was possibility awaiting his exploration in the Rukongai.
”Bah! What is it you want, girl? I’m on my way to hopefully obtain some more material. Whatever trifling crisis you find yourself suffering right now, will have to wait. I can’t be bothered to fix every single one of you imbeciles’ insignificant issues undoubtedly brought about by your own incompetence.”
He casually shoos the girl away with a wave of his hand before continuing on through the halls, the floating orb following closely behind its master. One arm securing his equipment of everything he believed would be necessary for his trip. His smile once more splayed along his monstrous face as he hummed lightly, his distorted fantasies resurfacing within his twisted deviant mind.