[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northwest Seireitei

[Shinigami]

>>>>> Arriving to the Northwest Seireitei from Central >>>>>
“ Outta the way! The Captain’s comin’!”
Two burly fellows were in the middle of her path, one of them had gone to physically move the other but this resulted in the both of them coming to blows which still fulfilled the purpose of their initial provocation because they moved anyway.
“ YOU get outta the way!”
Omoni barely looked up from the ground as she trudged on uninterrupted from her thoughts she’d sunk so deeply into. All around, Hageshi’s first home appeared to play a familiar tune although there were differences since the duo had been present, much less together at the same time. On each side of them were buildings and side lines of a pack of rigorously training dogs. Each and everyone of them wore a portion of the ground away indicating it was their designated spot and they had been there incessantly. Sweat, dirt and blood filled the air that they breathed.

The two passed by the crowds until they were headed toward a specific building. As her hardened cerulean eyes laid themselves upon it, flashbacks from another time began an invasion. They took her far into the past, even recalling moments when she would be there as a freshly badged Lieutenant ready to take the word of their Captain back to her squad and accompany the other teams on their countless missions. A good time, when everything was certain. Now, as she pushed open the large doors leading to her new quarters they felt strangely lighter yet the weight on her shoulders heavier.

“ Take a seat, Ya' hungry? I could eat.”
Showing such hospitality wasn’t common of the giantess and in most cases she let others do what they needed to do whenever they needed to do it. She trusted that everyone knew how to take care of themselves. However, at the moment Ueki was her guest and although many lessons that the kid had taught her had been lost on her...the importance of providing friends a good service wasn’t one of them. Omoni looked over her shoulder at Nibui while she strolled through a dojo filled with various work out equipment and instead of windows there were mirrors. Rows and rows of mirrors providing the both of them with a multitude of clones.
“ Have a cigar, ya’ want a cigar?”
After taking her place behind her desk, Omoni popped open a drawer where she retrieved a box filled with her Kaigan Hameki. Taking one for herself, Omoni placed it on her lips then lit it up. It would have been a sight Nibui had seen over and over while under her tutelage where the both of them would sit in her secret garden and discuss botanical tips and tricks, Hageshi with the hope that Ueki would grow some semblance of a green thumb and be capable of looking after her patches of paradise while she was called away to work. Hours with them working together passed until the sun set and rose. This was where Nibui could express his feelings with the safety of knowing that Omoni would not judge him and may even offer solutions to him. Back when he had a hard time speaking up, this was a place of calm that would hold both of their secrets. He’d have also known that depending on the herbs she used and the way the cigars were rolled, a partaker could experience a list of enhancements. There, Omoni stared at him waiting for him to make some choices to progress their meeting. Regardless of what he chose, she continued nudging Ueki with conversation.
" Whatcha' been up ta' Ueki? Tell me bout whatcha' got planned!"

 

[Shinigami]

Arriving to the Northwest Seireitei from Central.
The travels to the Eleventh Division barracks go by relatively quietly, neither Omoni nor Nibui say much words to each other with Omoni only occasionally speaking to passers by and troublemakers that start issues with each other. The woman imposes her presence on those who both know her and don’t know her, with some astonishing effect. Perhaps it is simply the presence of the Captain’s Hoari that demands respect from all who watch on, perhaps it is just Omoni, or both aspects together, all that is for certain is that there is respect. To someone like Nibui, it is an inspiring sight that goes unspoken and unseen by others.
Eventually, the two come upon the familiar compound, previous home to both of these Shinigami and now Omoni's own domain, as its Captain. The familiar sights feel like returning to a childhood home to Nibui, on their way to Captain’s quarters, they pass a very familiar door, the door that has been the office of Omoni, Jinnosuke and himself as the Vice-Captain of Eleventh. His eyes linger briefly as they pass and then return to the emblem on the back of the Captain’s haori. Soon enough they arrive at Omoni's new quarters. In a strange occurrence, the woman speaks up with what seems to be foreign intentions.
“Take a seat, Ya' hungry? I could eat.”
His charcoal orbs glance around at the strangely adorned room as those words of hers hit his ears. Without looking back to Omoni, his response is given, not without respect but simply curious about his surroundings.
"No, I'm okay. Thank you.
A few seconds later, he seats himself before Omoni who has taken her own seat at her desk. His attention once again given to the Captain. Curiosity did not leave him of course. As Omoni pulls a box from a drawer, she pulls out a single cigar. Familiar in appearance and in scent, Nibui smiles briefly as memories of the futile teachings of the ogress return to him. The time shared was nice but the lessons seemed to lack impact upon this particular soul.
“Have a cigar, ya’ want a cigar?”
Whether it is something perceived only by Nibui or the truth, he watches the Captains actions and listens to her speak. It was as if the moment they set foot into the Captain’s quarters, Omoni lost her previously displayed, directe nature. Her words dance around her goals and without a pause, Nibui speaks up instantly after Omoni had offered a cigar.
"You wanted to ask me some questions and 'see how good I've gotten', I doubt this is what you had in mind.
His speech is quick and precise, to the point. as though he had grown annoyed at this uncharacteristic tone, wishing to speak his mind with a more intense energy to his words. In spite of this, he feels no irritation and instead seeks to draw out what Omoni truly wants. Without putting up any facade this time.

 

[Shinigami]

"You wanted to ask me some questions and 'see how good I've gotten', I doubt this is what you had in mind---”

“Good Call!”
The woman had said a lot in the past few hours than she was used to. Worrying about his comfort in her new home was proving to be pretty awkward and she was soon reminded why she had tried to avoid being put in such a spot before. Hospitality, charisma and consistency weren’t her strongest areas, hard for her to translate and if it didn’t show before then it absolutely would now. Luckily for her however, Nibui appeared to take notice and in his own way gave her the ok to drop the mask she was struggling to tie to her head and the Captain was more than happy to oblige. No, there was only one language in which she was fluent and that would have been fighting. As told by her fists.
KA-BOOM!
The desk that sat between them, that separated them from one another blew into pieces in all of its heavy glory. Hurdling through it at alarming speed was Hageshi who’s default disgruntled facial expression had twisted into something that must have been terrifyingly familiar. Without warning her eyes were wide and wild, her frown bent into a wicked smile and the cigar she was indulging in found itself clenched in her teeth near the corner of her mouth. It’s smoke trail followed Omoni during her frontal assault, a left fist aimed directly for Nibui’s chest with Namakizu’s mangled knuckles perfectly capable of cutting through the immense density of his reiatsu that she knew he had the ability to produce should he decide to utilize it as a defense. They were ready to meet flesh or steel. That woman came at him as she had many times before but there was more this time around. More that she expected of him, more that she wanted to experience and more that she put into that punch for him to enjoy!
Around her person, every mirror in the office cracked in tandem yet they did not shatter. Almost as if they were waiting for something else to happen and cue their chorus. The office floor did not fare any better as a multitude of the planks had broken apart under the weight of the combatant. Only the slightest bit of physical effort on her part drove the knuckles through Ueki’s fortitude.
CRASH!
That punch was explosive, but not nearly as much as the actual eruption caused by it’s personal shockwave which left the entirety of the office building in shambles collapsing into their surroundings. Not a single regard for property nor its value shown back at him in those hardened cerulean eyes. Who knows, maybe she meant to do some redecorating. Now it would be shown whether he could stand toe to toe against the force of Omoni Hageshi’s power or be knocked back and create a significant distance in the process. Those outside had their attention drawn to such a audacious sight almost immediately although occurrences involving cataclysmic damage were so commonplace in the eleventh that most onlookers went about their business or some sat by eager to watch two of the divisions finest battle it out. Who would win?! Bets were already being taken.
“ Heard some shit I ain’t happy about n’ I’m Lookin’ for answers n’ YOU’RE gonna give’em ta’ me!”
On she crowed and it looked as if she hadn’t realized that there were eyes upon them. In fact, it would appear that she didn’t care what they saw or heard. Her attention was locked on only one soul in her presence. Nibui Ueki. Hageshi had gotten so excited to be clashing with her old friend once again that at some point she’d forgotten that she was angry to begin with but once she remembered to bring up what was bothering her it all came flooding back. As did her rage and with it the swelling of her palpable spiritual energy.

“ How the HELL could ya’ lose to UEKU?!”
Her hands took hold of the largest object she could find within reach and that had been a cylinder of stone which had previously held the grand office up before Omoni’s attack demolished it. Although it had been reduced to lay in the rubble, it was actually in such good condition that lifting it up to swing it at her target as if it had been a bat with her right hand in a previous life was easy for the monstrous matron.

 

[Shinigami]

Fated Clash!
”Good call!”
These words set the beginning of what will make or break the Captain’s perception of Nibui. The intentions behind the words are a mismatch for the unmatched weight that they carry. While the two understand each other as people, their personality and characteristics quite familiar to one another, the time spent away from each other leaves a lot of questions to ask and a lot of answers unheard elsewhere. This is where Omoni and Nibui would learn of eachother once more.
KA-BOOM!
The sound of splintering wood is all that can be heard in this isolated room, initially at least. The newly promoted Captain plunges through the table as though it were not even present and in a ferocious charge, the Zanpakuto adorned fist of the Captain aims to plunge the barbed knuckles of Namakizu into the chest of Nibui. Her actions are seemingly devoid of care for the surroundings and quite clearly intent on delivering her judgement upon the Shinigami before her. As Omoni throws herself at Nibui, that brutal fist intends to either cave his ribs in and crush what is behind them, or simply to plunge through to the opposite end, regardless it would find neither.
It is before the Ogress’ fist has the time to reach the halfway point of its trajectory that Nibui has already changed his position. Without a moment of thought, the Shinigami slides his feet along the wooden flooring, shifting himself to the left side of his assailant, now facing Omoni and having revealed to himself the vulnerable openings of the reckless Captain. Of course, his feet are not the only thing that move, in that same moment, the hand that holds his Zanpakuto by the sheath tightens, seeming to threaten the integrity of the scabbard of his weapon, but never going over the boundary. His right hand finds itself at home, along the hilt of his blade. The instant in which his fingers coil around the handle of Jubokko, there is a distinct flourish of crimson leaves that join the splinters and shards of wood in the air. If Omoni did not recognize this foliage at first glance, she would know their truth briefly after.
Should eyes wander to find his Zanpakuto in its sheath, they find nothing there, only the hand holding the sheath of the blade. In a crescent arc, the wooden blade of Jubokko has already made it’s journey and another one atop that. The first slash, coming from below and severing the left arm of Omoni from the elbow and below, the muscle bound limb of the Captain offers no resistance to a blade that is capable of cleaving through other blades with ease. Skin, flesh, sinew, bone and everything between is split. The second swing of the bloodthirsty blade repeats this same fate but instead aiming to rid the Captain of both of her legs half way down her thighs. Each arc of his blade forces the weaker twigs that grow from the length of the blade to detach and shatter, leaving the leaves and wood to fall to the surroundings.
His strikes are true in intention and aim, each motion perfect and without a wasted effort in them, but he is no fool. The previous Lieutenant of the Eleventh is well aware that Omoni is likely to take note of his movement towards her flank, taking note of the expression that adorns his face. The now familiar smirk drawn along his lips, present but his eyes instead are focused entirely on the matter at hand, clocking each and every motions around them with the countless splinters included. However, the same cannot be said for the movements of his blade. The cuts delivered by this Shinigami are much like the elusive nature of the movements of Masters of Shunpo. Untraceable by the eye and without trace until it is too late.
Thud… Thud… Thud...
Among the soft clattering of the splinters of wood and leaves finally touching the ground, the consecutive impacts of the divided pieces of Omoni’s body finding the floor is the only sound that can be heard. There is no further destruction of the room, only the mirrors, the table and the floor beneath Omoni. The chair he once sat upon is not shattered like the table, instead it is Nibui’s prior motions that shove the chair back towards the door they entered through, not a fiber of the chair finding unrest. In the conclusion of his own retaliation, Jubokko is not left idle, Nibui holds the blade in a single hand, ready for any response necessary of him, he will not underestimate this foe, a Captain is a Captain and atop that, this is Omoni Hageshi. Nevertheless, in spite of who this opponent is, should the Captain allow Nibui’s strikes to land true, the Eleventh will be once more without a Captain, left only with a few pieces of vile and mangled dark wood as Jubokko turns the Captain rapidly into no more than wood, drained of life entirely.

 

[Shinigami]

The unmistakable sound of battered limbs crashing onto the ground sounded similar to the toll of a bell. Like a pin hitting the floor, all eyes on the scene saw it and all working ears could hear it. Certain was the damage being done, certain was the injury being caused and certain would be the blood staining the earth. What was uncertain however, was the intended receiving end. As Nibui’s form stepped out of the way of her fist’s initial impact, as his Zanpakuto cleaved toward her and at the moment that she should have felt absolute elation...she was insulted.
Bereaved! Slighted! Disrespected! During this timespan of recollection it became obvious that he must have forgotten just who it was that he was dealing with. Of course!, this could be the only explanation. They had spent so much time apart surely he had forgotten that to come at her the way he was now just wasn’t going to be enough. Not to sever her limbs, no, not even to cut the hair on the arm he’d aimed for. Instantaneous exertion of her fiery reiatsu's density served to bring Ueki’s first slice to a dead stop immobilizing it entirely and indirectly repelled the crimson dancing around them. Giving him virtually no time to react, he’d find that hand along with the hilt of Jubokko seized by her own. Simultaneously, a powerful jerk brought both of their foreheads together in a tremendous collision capable of not only shattering his skull causing severe injury to his brain but possibly knocking Ueki out cold. Abruptly afterwards, whether he was of this world or not she began thrashing his body violently against the broken ground repeatedly with wild abandon. Every crushing blow to his person was devastating to say the least as she had rendered his body like a ragdoll ensnared in a vice-like grip which showed no signs of letting go until…

THUD THUD THUD
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!!!!
Nibui’s mangled body would have flown nearly ten feet, rolled another five before he’d come to a stop. Battered, bruised and missing the arm that had mocked her with it’s listless attack somehow still clutching the blade whilst her own marred hand dwarfed his in comparison. It’d torn apart from it’s socket somewhere amongst the throttling after having been properly tenderized. With a look of disgust on her once beaming face, Omoni tossed it back to him having had no intention of keeping it. Afterall, the Zanpakuto clenched in his fingers did not belong to her. He should have it back. There, it splattered on the pavement maybe three meters away from where he’d ended up. There was no remorse for such action on her part anywhere inside of those cold eyes leering back at him. After all, if he could bring himself to take her life, then undoubtedly he could endure should she decide to do the same. He should have known that underestimating her to that degree was a punishable offense and the sentence? Forcible Amputation. Or perhaps it had been a test albeit a poorly executed one.
“ YER’ GONNA HAVE TA’ DO BETTER THAN THAT UEKI! GET UP. GET UP N’ FACE ME!”
There was no pride ringing in her boisterous voice, demanding that he rise to his feet despite their broken state. Commanding that he lift himself up and charge her again with more than he had offered her. She took no pleasure in tearing him asunder. Instead, the familiar sense of overbearing fury emanating from the monstrous matron would return to Nibui. She wanted to see just how he lost to Jinnosuke. She wanted to witness at what point did Nibui's confidence wane to the point he was willing to give up such a coveted position. This was a show. A show for what?! What indeed...
“THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YA’?! DO YA’ THINK I CAN MAKE YA’ MY LIEUTENANT WITH YA’ BLEEDIN’ OUT LIKE THIS?!”
There it was. Right there. The end to the mystery as to why that mad woman had dragged Nibui out of the central Seireitei. The reason for bringing him back to his first home had been to put him back on the pedestal where she believed he belonged provided he could show he that he still deserved it. As she often does, it seemed that Omoni had made this decision already with or without his approval. Now it was left to be seen whether he would rise to the occasion or disappoint her and die in the dirt.