[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Rukongai

[WinterHoshi]

Signy’s eyes immediately tracked to Oyama’s hand hovering near her zanpakuto. Did she really think she was going to just draw her sword on her for no reason in front of such a big crowd? That would be quite the foolish move and would detract from the games going on around them. Something she was sure at least one of the participants wouldn’t be super enthused about. A smirk stretched across her face as she motioned to her sister’s zanpakuto.

”Go ahead. I would like to see you try to hurt me. Sister.”

She purposefully paused before snarling out the word “sister”, venom oozing into the word. As the word ended, Signy felt a tugging in the back of her mind. Now wasn’t the time for Shori to butt in. While Risa was terrified of Signy, Oyama had no actual reason to fear her. Signy was all bark and no bite when it came to Oyama.

”Remember the good times, the gentle nights when all she had was you, Signy. She may never know those days, but you will always remember.”

Though her body was still at the games, Signy’s consciousness was pulled back into her memories. More specifically a dark, star speckled night. Signy strolled through the Hoshi compound, cradling a three-year-old Oyama in her arms as she sang softly to her, a melancholic melody about how one day she would be gone but Oyama would be okay without her.

As the end of the song echoed around her, the scene around her faded back into the games, and for the first time in a long time she actually looked at her sister. Oyama’s short hair caught her off guard. Their hair had always been a point of pride for the Hoshi family. For gods’ sakes, their grandfather hadn’t cut his in centuries. However, Signy could get past the hair, what she couldn’t believe was that Oyama had forsaken the wings she’d so dearly loved since a young age. Her hand rose to gently cup her sister’s face as she leaned toward her to look her in the eyes.

”What happened to your wings?”

Though her voice carried a hint of sadness, there was a noticeable chuckle in the question. Was this a sign that she no longer needed Signy, Shori, and Elk? Before she gave her the chance to answer though, she wrapped her arms around Oyama, pulling her into a tight hug. She’d let her go so many years ago when she’d no longer needed her to sing her to sleep at night, but now she was never letting her go again.

”I’ve missed you so much.”

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[Kuu]

A decent distance from the tournament, Noi sat, alone, fanning herself with a handmade uchiwa, stare boring into the distance.

Initially, she had been rather excited for the games, ready to throw herself into the otaku spirit, rooting for whichever man happened to set foot into the ring with the gusto of a thousand suns, yet even her dull senses had her buckling from the sheer veracity of the first round- Was it a first round, even? To be honest, she had barely even paid attention to Captain Yūgure, her mind already drifting to the potential of coming out of the entire thing with a powerful husband. In her head, he'd see her cheering beautifully for him, and fall in love at first sight, coming to propose to her as soon as his battle concluded with him as the winner.

Needless to say her head was in the clouds, and the reality of having such powerhouses going at it was almost painful for someone like her. If only she could use her senses in practical situations. That'd be great.

So, all she could do was sit and wait for it to all be over. It's not like she had any work to occupy her time, either. It seemed like most everyone was attending the tournament, and with no Captain, and her Lieutenant off doing gods knew what( Noi hadn't paid attention to that, either ), she was left with jack-all to do.

Maybe she could patrol.... Later.

Later for sure.

She needed to recover her stamina first.

 

[Awkward Heals]

Rukongai >>>>> Arriving from >>>>>>Southeast Seireitei



"A messenger from the First Division arrived then left. They asked for you to contact them personally about the events within Third,"



"As you noticed, a member of Sixth Division arrived after you sent a summons. Until you are able to report to them yourself, what should we tell them about the situation?"


Moving along with the three men, they made their way back to the Game grounds. It was not far and there was little time to handle all of the paperwork and meetings. All consequences of the events within the Academy. Junko could only sigh. With the last update she had seen before she had left the relief station, Junko knew they were going to have their hands extremely full. The extent of the injuries surpassed the knowledge of some of the members they had with them. A triage system would have to be implemented with those of higher skills treating the worst of the wounds while the others did what they could for the rest in the meantime. She wished for this to be the worst case scenario, however. With half of the Hazmat team free to leave Third as soon as possible, they would be joining them soon. Hopefully they were well enough staffed.


Giving a shake of her head as if it would knock the thoughts loose, she breathed out deeply. They were running out of time. Decisions needed to be made, messages sent. What to say, exactly? Junko was unsure if there was even much Sixth could really do about the events within the Academy. The students, in the end, were simply potential and nothing more. Disposable in the eyes of many. They were experimented on for what was most likely a drug or invention that would benefit countless Shinigami. They were all still alive and well. First having even bothered to check on the situation gave her another concern altogether. This was also useful, despite whatever hidden motives there were. Clearing her throat she spoke above the wind rushing about them, hurrying before closing the gap between them and the beginnings of the crowds.


"Inform Sixth Division the situation is currently under control and handled, though the barrier must be maintained for a while longer. If he cannot make it before the round has ended I will report to them personally after the Games,"


"Ma'am!"


Now with a mission the man departed, shifting his direction and turning back toward where they had come from to deliver his message to the Kiyoshi man they had left behind.


"Inform First that Nyuraku Kurotsuchi was behind the experiment and it was not meant as an attack. However, while speaking of his work he mentioned that he himself would be in attendance at the Lieutenant's meeting. I'm uncertain if this is something they are already aware of or a slip of the tongue on his end. It felt...ominous..."


Briefly, she had appeared lost in thought, though swiftly opened her eyes wider and looked back to the man. Her gaze left no words needed to be said. He would pass this message along to the man he had spoken with from First while at the Academy. And with that he was gone, little time left for Junko to so much as breathe before she was plunged into the chaos of the crowd once again. Easily managing her way through the throngs of souls eagerly or with confused gazes staring at the many screens around them. Only able to catch glances as she moved along, she was unable to see exactly what had occurred in her own Captain's battle.


Her pace slowed to a steady walk. Calm, collected. She hoped Mizu hadn't gotten too overwhelmed. The day's events swirled in her mind, the confusion and suspicion raising her anxiety. This wasn't the face she could show her comrade, nor her patients. Controlling her breathing, she approached the tent with a large, relaxed smile. Peeking around inside, she left her body outside of the flap while her head moved about. Once her gaze fell upon him she waited for him to notice, sticking her tongue out at him as he looked at her. Laughing softly she used her arm to lift the flap over her head, stepping across the threshold inside.

"I see you managed to get along just fine without me, Mizu-kun,"

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[Mizu Sayuri]

Gently closing his eyes he would exhale out the longest sigh of relief anyone has ever heard. Knowing that the first round is almost over and that Junko has yet to return, he has held down the tent pretty well he thought.

"I uhh..., Guess the first round isnt going to be hectic yet"

Just as he finished cracking his neck he looked toward the entrance of the tent and noticed a familiar face lean in and stick out their tongue. He thought to himself I guess even though were in the middle what could end very badly his Lt will always have a witty and comical side to her.

"Haha! Well arent you just a bundle of joy! Hello to you too Junko, How was your adventure? And yeah, I guess so huh?"​

 

[Vesper]

The trap Hiroka sprung upon his own Captain was met with swift action to counter it. She had made a move to break off the infected limb of her weapon to spare the greater whole of it. Where it was with the utmost haste, it meant nothing when the solar detonation had taken its shape. Just as quickly as the heat had snuck its way onto Namikizu, it took light and no longer needed to anchor itself to that which formerly housed it. The prospect of such an occurrence being incapable of sustaining its own position and her having made no further precautions would come with the same consequence. The amber sphere spanned its intended distance and ravaged its way through the Oni’s Zanpakuto. A massive chunk had been melted away through the spiked club, resulting in its structural integrity being wholly compromised. It had been destroyed, just as originally planned. Had she maybe had also tried to gain distance from where the infestation had begun, maybe the damage would have been less impressive. This decision now would leave the Eleventh’s Captain with a much needed trip to the Eighth before going into any future battles.

The unforgiving eruption could have continued its pathing right to the woman’s body and ending this battle in that instance, but it didn’t. Instead, the attack just simply ended. The star, the heat, the potential bodily harm it could have brought, gone in an instant. But why would the Ikari’s last kin not seal the deal? The Captain’s attention had been stripped even with such a blow. She was disarmed! The reason was simple. Yasu had recoiled from capitalizing on the numerical advantage the pair had against Omoni and stepped back from the battle. The same confusion Hageshi felt had spread to Hiroka as well.

Just like that she had forfeited? His eyes narrowed at that moment. He’d be lying if he thought he wasn’t even the slightest bit disappointed in such a decision but… He understood. Not everyone was willing to die for such a title. Your success in this battle could bestow you with some standing with those that spectate but what? If it ends here, your sacrifice would be for nothing more than a word. Hiroka had spent most of his life driven by seeking strength and that accolade meant you had truly achieved it. And so he had sought after it.

The battle-scarred male looked to his friend and then back to the only remaining obstacle in his path, one that he had just crippled in a way that may be more profound than any alternative this far into the battle.. Yet. He did not advance upon her in this moment of stillness. He just stood there, lost in his own mind for a moment. Hiroka pressed his teeth together tightly and matched the same pressure with his grip upon Ikarihime. Was it worth it? Even with such a blow upon Hageshi… would it amount to a win? And if he did. What was next? A battle against the others who achieved the same victory? He knew little to nothing about those other opponents. Nothing but ghost stories that drifted from the mouths of Shinigami who weren’t even there to spectate their achievements.

”Yo”.

A simple utterance that snapped Hiroka back to reality. His intense gaze met with the eyes of his own superior. He watched as the woman rallied behind her own spiritual power, ready to fill the hole that was left within her mind by Captain Yugure’s surrender. It was apparent that she was disappointed and expected him to remedy such a sensation.

”Ready fer’ more?”

For nothing more than a moment, albeit one that felt like ages, he looked back upon her. There was still a part of him that was confident he could overcome the giantess and progress onward but in the moment of lucidity he hung in... It wouldn’t be worth it. What he would do next was a first for him.

"I yield as well."

His words brought with it his own resignation from the heated exchange. A phrase that struck deeper than any blade could. Ikarihime’s figure returned to its sealed state before being slid back within its sheath. The overbearing presence of the weapon’s influence vanished just as the last inch of the blade was contained. All that remained was the infernal energies flowing from the two Eleventh members. Something that Hiroka remedied by replacing his previously removed Yūgure no Hiru seal.

As disappointing as it may be for the three combatants and those viewing the bout. The four-way bracket would ultimately come to an end with but four words.

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