[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northwest Seireitei

[Shinigami]

BOOM.
For what seemed like an eternity there was silence for Jinnosuke’s disabled self. A calm that would give him plenty of time to feel every ounce of the repercussions begotten from his intensive training. Each involuntary bodily twitch would no doubt harshly remind him of how close he’s come to possibly ruining his body for the remainder of his life. Now that tranquility was being disturbed by the sound of something big approaching.
BOOM.
As it grew closer, the ground below the cot he was lying on began to quiver as if even the floorboards feared whatever was headed for him. A few thuds and thunks after that indicated IT was much nearer than it had been before. Right outside the doors, a few voices could be heard clearly.
“ A-ah! L-Lieutenant Hageshi!”
“Where is he.” Her voice sounded like a trumpet, alerting all in the vicinity to her presence if her broiling spiritual power did not. It was a tone that Jinnosuke would be intimately familiar with considering how many times she had been the one to put the man back together after he pushed himself too far.
“In there..”
Then there was silence again. An eerie serenity that seemed to mute the world which surrounded him. There was only one way to describe the sensation that came from this. The calm before the storm.
CLACK--RNCH
The doorway flew off it’s hinges as it slid alarmingly fast. It remained in place for only a moment before clattering to the ground loudly. There she stood and wasted no time approaching the broken fool. Rubble and debris left over from her unorthodox manner of seeking him out fluttered off her shoulders as she stomped along.
“ Look at the mess ya got yourself into again dumbass.”

Cold words left her lips first just as she came to a stop only a foot away from his bedside. One look at him and she could tell that this time, Jinnosuke had severely brutalized himself beyond the repair that any other physician but herself and the kid could provide. Having said that, it also appeared there was a little more to it than that. Omoni glowered down at Jinnosuke and while she loomed above, she could tell that he had undergone more than critical injury. The man had a different essence to him. Like he had come face to face with some demons, like he had grown exceptionally regardless of the fact he was battered and immobilized. Briefly, Hageshi wondered if just maybe Jinnosuke had attained Bankai. It is the ultimate technique of a Shinigami and their Zanpakuto and as far as she knew, To achieve Bankai, a Shinigami had to train upward of ten years to both subjugate and materialize their Zanpakutō spirit in the real world. The spirit learns Bankai at the same moment as its Shinigami wielder, but it could also withhold power from its Shinigami if it deemed them to be unworthy. Although she did not know why, this was the case for Omoni. If she asked Namakizu about it, the grumpy empress changed the subject or did something to avoid speaking about it further. Besides being granted her power, Omoni usually decided not to bother the volatile spirit until she needed her so naturally, the woman with as little patience as Namakizu always opted to put it out of her mind after that.
It had been a good while since the lieutenants had seen one another and if he had made the mistake of assuming there to be a warm reunion then he was going to be disappointed.The scolding would not stop there. Hageshi was definitely being a terrible hypocrite by scolding Jinnosuke as there had been more times than not that she didn’t think before throwing herself into the fire so to speak. In fact, it was common practice for her to put herself directly into the line of fire. If she was disappointed about anything it was that he had let whatever he dealt with leave him in such a state of disrepair. Warrior to warrior.
“Look at what you did. Just look. Is this how you will rise above us all?!”

 

[Shinigami]

The walk between the two divisions was for the most part short. Though she had time to think upon her words to Katsuo, her request being rejected to bring two unseated members to observe, her unwillingness to go and confront the quincies despite them being in their jurisdiction. It felt like she was trapped between a rock and a hard place, with the current state of 13th is in, she wasn’t to sure if they could respond to threat such as a new Wandenreich forming, but then again, that took the entirety of the Seireitei to respond to that the first and second time around.
Though they’re scattered now, one could possibly unite them once again, and since they were in 13th’s watch they had to keep an eye on these quincies, and build a profile of their ranks. From what Katsuo said and the reports she got from other Shinigami patrolling karakura, there was a spike in spiritually aware humans.
Reports of Fullbringers and quincy sightings from 10th division. The only thing that didn’t show any form of activity was the arrancars, which is a relief in itself in these current times. Though they can ask for assistance from other divisions such as 11th and 10th, they might not show up if only due to their own problems or tasks to take care of.
What they needed was someone with bankai. Arashi more than likely had that role filled, though now he had transferred to 5th, but she understood why he wanted to transfer, even a slip up like what happened earlier could be dangerous. Katsuo, Though he spirit he had no bankai just like her, along with the fact that he didn’t make the right choices, and it was for him trying to follow Furia, even so much so that he promised not to seal her away; this infuriated her to no end, but she couldn’t do anything about it.

BOOM
A loud noise could be heard from the inside of 11th division, what was going on there? Was it another series of earth quakes?
BOOM
Was this a training session from 11th? If so, that’s a little overboard. Once she pushed in, a good chunk of the members were looking at the barracks in horror. Strange to see for her, she always heard that 11th was for the strong.
She was now curious, what has these men and women so frightened that they would stop in their tracks and only look at the barracks. So she walked in, though to say she wasn’t scared was a lie, but her curiosity was stronger. Furia herself was curious, about this whole ordeal, enough so that her eyes flashed red.
“Look at what you did. Just look. Is this how you will rise above us all?!”
Her head turned in the direction of the yelling, it seemed someone was getting scolded for something they’ve done, and ever so quietly she began walking towards that voice. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting but once she got to the door, she could see that it was absolutely destroyed, leaving debris across the room.
But their were two figures in the room, one seemed to be bed written, this one must the one getting a scolding. The other, the scolder, a giant of a woman. Oyama noticed something though a arm wrap and the Lieutenant badge.

Only one woman was that tall, and had that rank. Lieutenant, Omoni Hageshī. She didn’t know much other than the name and height of this Lieutenant. She now knew why the 11th division members seemed to be frozen, it because of Lieutenant Hageshī. Truth be told, she was both scared and excited, but she couldn’t say a word if only for the fact that Lieutenant was rather tall, and she herself short.

 

[Shinigami]

Kurotsuchi continues pondering as his thoughts derail of course and begin zipping from one question to the next. Mind lost within the sea of thoughts, tongue glazing over his bulging eye.
”Kurotsuchi you are an interesting individual to say the least, but I can tell that you lack discipline.”
Nozamu’s voice disturbs the tranquility of the chaotic storm that is Nyuraku’s mind. Kurotsuchi stares blankly at the Lieutenant, his tongue slowly retreating into his mouth as he blinks. He remains standing there as the Lieutenant approaches. His steps, befitting his large frame, were unusually heavy, almost thunderous.
”All of you, leave us now.”
Nozamu speaks to the very few souls that linger nearby, his reiatsu having risen with every previous step taken, and rising still with every word spoken. There weren’t many who dared to draw close to Kurotsuchi’s lab, and even fewer allowed to even step foot into it. Nyuraku’s pupils begin to dilate, eyes widening as the apparition of massive gates seemingly appears. Normally in the presence of the Lieutenant’s reiatsu, one would feel their body racked by pain like they’ve never known, while witnessing horrors the likes no man has ever seen, but for Kurotsuchi it was a tad...different. He stands gazing towards the gates with eyes of deep curiosity rather than those covered by panic and fear — his body that has never known pain, remains standing, ignorant of it.
Before he can investigate further, study the phenomenon of the Lieutenant’s reiatsu any more, it's withdrawn and resealed as the two of them stand alone.
”I humbly apologize for such a display Kurotsuchi, though what I we are about to discuss may only be between yourself and I.”
Nozamu apologizes for his actions. His apology falls on deaf ears. The Brainiac’s mind continues replaying the experience, pausing the memory within his mind as he thinks. He begins evaluating the quality of the spiritual pressure previously felt, its density, its wavelength, its depth — mind retreating into the library of arcane spells amassed and studied over the years, and those innately gained during his creation and birth. He attempts to find a parallel between the Lieutenant’s reiatsu and those of certain spells, wondering if there is perhaps a thread of similarity between them. If so, is it possible to duplicate? If this does become possible then perhaps the same can be done with other Shinigami. How amusing would it be to be able to single handedly disarm the reiatsu of any and every possible soul?
”Hmm..perhaps it would be best to use that against the Arrancar and Quincy…”
He mutters to himself, reminding himself that he too is a Shinigami. Devising such a thing to be used against his feeble minded colleagues wont garner the praise of the Commander, meaning his goal of obtaining his body will become that much farther. He nods at the rationality of this conclusion. It's while Nyu remains temporarily fixed on his own thoughts that Nozamu walks around him, right to Kurotsuchi’s personal computer.
Nozamu conjures the keyboard and, it’s only when he begins typing, does Nyuraku come to his senses. His mouth opens as he gawks at Nozamu..typing away...at HIS computer….without his consent.
He’s never felt more...violated.
He remains standing, mouth agape, shocked by the unmitigated gall of this red haired primeape. As the holographic projection begins to shift and alter, crumbling into a series of binary code burning a deep crimson, Kurotsuchi’s mouth widens a bit farther, while eyes bulge out a bit more.
The GALL of this plebeian!
Though the mutation of his precious computer lasts for but a moment, Kurotsuchi’s reiatsu fluctuates, rising and lowering at random intervals before settling back in a state of neutrality.
”You are my most brilliant subordinate, the reason you are not captain of this division is simply because you lack the strength to become so similar to myself apparently, sometimes when I hear your lectures I am absolutely dumbfounded by the things that come out of your mouth as there are some that even I am unable to comprehend. Even though I have high respect for you, I understand that you do not have that much respect for me or at least I do not believe so, simply due to the fact that you can comprehend what I say, but if I were to give you something so incomprehensible to observe that I have discovered, that might earn your respect.”
As before, as Nozamu begins to speak Kurotsuchi’s tongue snakes out. The Lieutenant lays bare his thoughts, his feelings, his insecurities. He doesn’t know that unlike himself, Nyuraku has never cared to become a Captain and thus, never applied for the position or even considered it. He believes that the respect that he has for Nyu is unrequited, that the scientist does not respect him very much if at all. While his beliefs themselves are not unreasonable conclusions, they’re still completely wrong. While Nyu does not believe Nozamu to be his intellectual peer or superior, contrary to his tone and his harsh words, he does respect the man, as he does all his colleagues within the Gotei 13.
Kurotsuchi can only stare in utter confusion at Nozamu’s rambling. He couldn’t fathom why the man would go to such lengths seeking to earn what he already had. Even if he didn’t have it, what meaning was there in pining for the respect of another? Will respect open up the windows and doors of the unimaginable? Will it discover the undiscovered?
Nozamu takes 180 seconds, exactly three minutes to complete his tinkering and violation of Kurotsuchi’s computer.

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[b] _Jinsei no Shigoto (人生の仕事, Life’s Work)_[/b]

Blares across the interface before the file is opened up. Again, the beautiful blues and whites are transformed, shifting in form and color into purple floating cube.
“My entire life I studied the way our bodies worked our world worked, what I uncovered from all that research was more than what this Division may be able to learn until generations from now when You or I or even the Captain Commander himself are dead and gone. I am showing this to you as a symbol of trust, appreciation and hope that this is the one thing that make you respect me as a scientist and maybe also let you know the one tool that we have that might be able to fix all of our problems if used correctly.
Kurotsuchi stares silently, the Cube, the sphere, and the contents of the file reflected in his saucer like eyes as he scans all that he perceives. All that is scanned is memorized, and as it is memorized it is studied, and dissected.
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300 seconds go by, the hunchback remains idle
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900 seconds elapse. Still, nothing but silence, the man utters not a word.
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Finally, a twitch. The monster of a man once frozen, returns to life. Foreign static and chirping filters out from the computer, as Nyuraku slowly turns around.

”INTERESTING! HOW VERY INTERESTING NOZAMU KYŌRAKU”
A broad and grotesque grin stretches across his visage as he gazes at the Lieutenant, fingers and nails tapping and dancing against one another.There were many things that he read that seemed more prattling and baseless theory than sound logic and reasoning, but then there was also a trove of things that piqued the scientist’s curiosity and fascination. It was impossible to tell just exactly was going through that maniacal mind of his, what dangers lurked behind that toothy grin.

 

[Shinigami]

As she came to the end of Jinnosuke’s verbal thrashing, she removed her cloak from her shoulders and then roughly took hold of the man. From there he’d have found himself unceremoniously tossed onto the back of her neck and shoulders where he would hang limp and like a noodle. Without bones to hold the shape of his usual form that was exactly what he would resemble. Although Omoni was certain that he was going to be in extreme amounts of pain for her method of transportation, she did not think much of it. After all, as a field medic she had to move the bodies of patients in the heat of battle in order to avoid them being destroyed. Most of them were in excruciating pain but even though the Lieutenant could not alleviate that hurt immediately, she made certain that her Shikai was active and the second that she touched them their healing process jump started into action. It helped to keep the patients stable while she moved them and saved their lives which had been in danger of slipping away without her support.

“Pulverize and Purify, Namakizu.”
Loyal to her call, the gruesome iron knuckles upon her hands flashed away in a flame of blue only to grow and solidify into a massive club. There she attached it to her lower back with a white sash so that she would not drop it on the way back to the hospital. On the way back...ah that was right. Her location device was still broken and she did not know which direction the fourth division was. Swiftly, she turned around to begin departure when Omoni noticed that while she had been overcome by anger that an audience had accumulated. Then it occurred to her that she was in luck for there was an entire division filled with compasses. As her cerulean eyes scanned the uneasy crowd they landed on one of the smallest among them and her left eye flared the same color as her flames. This girl had electric blue hair tied neatly into a large braid as well as a pair of what appeared to be wings upon her temples. Now, the soul society was a large place and Omoni never made it a habit to come into contact with anyone other than her Captain and a few choice comrades so she did not recognize Oyama. It was the first time that the two would meet and Hageshi had made her choice.

“ You. Show me how to get to the fourth division.”
It was matter of fact and her expression remained stern. There was no evidence she was considering perhaps the girl had something else to do that day and the girl had every right to deny the monster’s wish but there might have been a small sensation of impending doom had that been Oyama’s decision. The Lieutenant’s request seemed to surprise those around her so much so that they began to return to their own business, happy to escape the weight of Omoni’s spiritual power. Did she really ask where her own division was?! Would be the question many desired to ask but none dared open their mouths. Some stuck around just to endure it because they knew from experiencing her before that once she had gone, all of their ailments would leave with her allowing them to train longer and harder than ever before. Perhaps this was why Omoni did not wait for Oyama to answer her before she began to backtrack the way she had come fully expecting to be followed by the guide she’d hand picked. After all, there was no time to waste.
Traveling from the Northwest to the Northeast >>>

 

[Shinigami]

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She had blinked as the Lieutenant lifted the injured man out from his bed with ease placing him over her shoulder like he was just a sack of rice to her. She couldn’t help but blink at this sight, memorized by what has happened and is happening, as Lieutenant Hageshi activated her Shikai. This caused Oyama to take a step back, but found herself bumping into two people, to which her had turned to look at the 11th division members gathering; and they seemed to be in a state of surprise like she was in
Once her shikai was fully activated Oyama could feel the reiatsu rise, causing her to turn back and look at the Lieutenant once more. Her eye was glowing and she had been looking around at the people who have gathered, but it wasn’t long before Hageshi’s gaze fell upon Oyama.

“ You. Show me how to get to the fourth division.”
WHAT!?!? Why did she get picked out? Her eyes shifted around before she began to think, the 11th division members looked like they did belong in there, though some looked rougher than others, while others looked a little normal. While she herself stood out far greater than them if only for the wings and braided hair she had. Though another was she didn’t look like she belonged in the division she looked a little more… new compared to them.
Though still Oyama had the option of declining the request from Lieutenant Omoni, but she had this sinking feeling that if she did decline, she would squashed literally, by the zanpaktuo alone. Had word got to her sister or if she saw this happen in person no doubt she’d be laughing away at this whole predicament, if not bringing it up later to pick on her.
As the large woman began to walk past everyone, Oyama blinked she was given no time to answer, but she already made her mind up, she chose life. So when she turned around she had noticed the Lieutenant had already made some distance without her; if only due to the lieutenant height and its ability to allow her to take longer strides, making her run to catch right up, while at the same time she had pulled her phone out to look to see if she had gotten any messages. Thankfully nothing came up as she didn’t want to leave the lieutenant.
Once she caught up they’d be already out of the barracks and on their way to forth, though now would be a good time to tell the lieutenant that she wasn’t the greatest of guides, but she wasn’t sure how to go about it, so for now she kept her mouth shut. For now she walked with the occasional jog to keep up as they walked towards the north eastern section of the Seireitei.
====== to the northeast! ====>