[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Rukongai

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Among those gathered to watch the games as the first round reached its climax was Jatiri. His arms folded, he kept his eyes on the large screens he helped set up. Projected on the screens was his captain, who gave a thumbs down. Such action did not appear to change his expression. His expression continued to show indifference. However, inwardly, he felt sympathetic toward his captain. He was rooting for her. But from what he saw, she was done fighting. Even so, her performance was strong.

Hiroka's performance was also strong. Considering he was up against two captains, he did well. Today, however, it was clear Hiroka's fearsome captain, Omoni Hageshi, was the best fighter of the three. She was the one who would advance to the next round of the games. Who would she fight next? Would she win against them too? Was the crowd laying on eyes on the future Kenpachi?

A man cheered for her. A woman, too. The cheering was infectious. As a result, from others, more cheers would follow. The cheers were encompassing and undying. Even when they did die down, they would not die down for long. The people full of passion would continue to cheer for the participants they supported as the games carried on.
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Everything before here happened in what felt like a haze. She was paying attention, processing, and even documenting what she saw within her mind. However, all of these things happened in a way that didn’t allow her to immediately recall them. She tucked them away, storing the information for a later date. With a deadpan gaze, her body attunes to her surroundings, allowing for her five senses to perceive the games in varying ways. She could visibly see the multiple strong signatures of energy, taste the blood in her own mouth, feel the pressure of Reiatsu on her body, hear the cheers from the crowd, and smell the environment around her. Dust and debris occasionally passed by her depending on what had happened in the battle raging on. A migraine had begun to etch its way into her head, as she had neglected to keep her eye closed as she initially planned. Her curiosity had surmounted the bleak feeling that welled within her. It was too soon to cease grieving over her Captain, but she couldn’t let herself be shackled by guilt for something that she could not have prevented. This was survivor’s guilt—the feeling had burrowed its way into her body, resting within her stomach in the form of what felt like knots.

When she opened her eye to observe, she had also ceased the production of Kaido for her large wound. Instead of repairing herself at a slow rate, she managed to make the wound stop bleeding. So long as she wasn’t dead, she didn’t care. It was unlikely that any unknown assailant would strike this venue, especially considering the number of strong foes here. Just because she was damaged didn’t mean that she could be counted out, either. The passive level of sensory she constantly keeps up works in tandem with her current sense of totality that she felt with everything around her. It was odd how such depressing emotions could spur such a level of clarity.

A curious presence makes its way toward her, but she initially ignores it since it does not hold hostility towards her. Only when it freezes and becomes uncertain does she turn to it, placing her attention on the small figure. Atsuko’s look was likely intimidating. Perhaps even her presence was, too, given what she was currently feeling. She was unlike her usual, cheery self. Even during her spar with Sanyu, she found herself having a hard time holding back—something that she was usually quite adept at doing. The thought of using higher-level Kido on Sanyu made her stomach turn. If she had done so, would he have survived? Surely not, which is why her concern continues to brew.

Now was the time to turn things around. The increasingly volatile emotions felt as if they could be tamed. There was no reason for her to believe otherwise. When Yui inches closer, her gaze does not advert, instead, it intensifies. However, a soft smile comes across her face as the young Shinigami inches closer. Guiding her eyes from the girl’s face to her hands, a hint of surprise adorns the Lieutenant’s expression as the medic offers assistance.

"I'm...Yui. Fourth Division uh...we were told somebody needed help. Please...ma'am...this won't take long."

At first, the Ise does not respond to the girl. It was time to pull out her somewhat twisted sense of humor. When Yui kneels next to her, Atsuko lifts her free hand, moves in a few inches closer, and blurts out:

”Boo!”

Surely, the medic would be stunned and perhaps even lose her balance momentarily. One thing was certain, though, this would ease the tension she felt. A green hue applies itself to her damaged parts, easing the pain she felt in a more efficient way than what she had done. It was one thing to stop bleeding and another to stop the pain from a wound. The latter was just as important as the former because a sense of pain can dull one’s movements.

Witnessing her arm go back into place, Atsuko was in awe. She had seen the process many times before, yet it never ceased to impress her. What was once barely attached began to spawn new tendons, muscle, skin, and other necessary parts that a limb had. And it had been done so easily. In another life, she likely would have been a Fourth division Shinigami. A meek yet calm voice calls out to her:

"May I help you to Fourth, ma'am?"



Grinning herself now, Atsuko replies with a particularly devilish smile as she responds.

”Sure, that’d be great. But I didn’t catch your name, little lady. Oh, and call me big sis Atsuko or somethin’ like that, not ma’am.!”



Rukongai -------- > Fourth Division
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It certainly took a bit to start feeling better, legs no longer near-jelly and threatening to cave in under her. But as the cheering in the distance subsided, Noi knew she was at least safe for a bit to get up, walk around, and maybe find a man. Nobility, lost and confused in his first time in Rukon, needing the aid of a pretty girl to show him around. He'd fall head-over-heels for her as they share a plate of dango.

Before she can even begin her (fruitless) search, Noi pauses, glancing toward a sudden exclamation of 'Boo!', her attention drawing to a familiar figure- Lieutenant Ise, and a girl she doesn't recognize.

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It takes a second for Noi to notice the wound, eyes going wide as saucers, curiousity and fear for her Lieutenant mixing to a murky paste in her head as she watches, perhaps a little too diligently, as the girl heals Atsuko. Certainly a feat, but Noi was still taken aback. What happened to Miss Ise? Was she alright? Maybe Noi should pay more attention to her rather than ascending to the clouds she calls her fantasies.

"Lieutenant!" she hears herself call out, jogging up after Atsuko and the girl, intent on following the two.

"Are you okay?! That looked bad!"

Her question is fast, spilling out of her at a rapid-fire pace, half for Atsuko, half for Yui, her gaze flipping between the two as she follows along.


Rukongai -------- > Fourth Division
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As the Lieutenant had not moved away nor verbally admonished her for her approach, Yui felt all the more confident. She would prove herself not just by helping an injured comrade, but a vice-Captain nonetheless! Not only that, it was a procedure she had become very familiar with lately. A grin hid itself before she truly focused on the task before her. Perhaps she would do such a good job and make the woman so happy, she'd be recommended for a promotion, even! The excitement at these thoughts barely let her register the hand that slowly made its way toward her. At the last moment, her eyes focused just in time for the loud Boo! the woman suddenly burst forth with.


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What the hell was that?


Though she had refrained from falling, the woman had gone completely rigid instead. Her fingers twitched slightly as she attempted to regain her composure. Through a considerable amount of effort, she found herself once more able to move, yet her face was unable to return to completely normal once more. Although focusing on the healing steadied her heart rate, her anxiety was through the roof. Well aware she meant her no harm, the heart attack she felt she had barely avoided was not an event she wished to happen once again. The woman appeared more relaxed and to not be paying attention to Yui herself but rather to the work she was doing. Seeming to be feeling the effects of the numbing kaido she had performed before beginning, the haze over her face had begun to dissipate as well.


Nervously pulling away when she had finished, offering to assist her back to the hospital, Yui's entire body shot up once more in reaction to a loud noise that occurred behind her, rather than before her as she expected.


This squad is full of demons!


Getting to her feet, legs visibly shaking from the overexcitement, Yui glanced to the other woman who wished to follow, while her strange patient instructed her to stop calling her 'ma'am'.


I forgot her name!


The despair and failure Yui felt as she glanced back at the woman were palpable. She managed two simple words before returning to Fourth with the two women in tow, unable to look either of them in the face the entire time.


"Yes, Ane-Ue,"


Rukongai >>>>> traveling to >>>>>>Northeast Seireitei

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

“A sist erly fight would be fun don’t you agree?”

Her eyes flickered from its normal blue to red, as her reiatsu rose up, but as quickly as it came out it was quickly and violently supressed, the metal battle raged between the twin personalities until Oyama would come out on top. A sigh of relief came out from her as she looked up at her sister’s other half.

“Sorry for th-”

”What happened to your wings?”

She had shifted her eyes towards the ground a look of disappointment could be seen across her face before feeling the warm embrace of her sister, to which she would grip tightly onto Signy. A tear would drop from her eye as her head buried itself into the shoulder for a moment.
“They’re safe…”

”I’ve missed you so much.”

She wasn’t too sure what to say to this reunion; memories of her sister’s other half were not there for her, yet the feeling of being embraced and held by her sister was familiar too her. Gently she had pushed herself back to breath before hearing her Captain’s words of forfeiting. The crowd had been stunned and shocked, then yelling as various crowds crying out saying words that he can’t surrender, followed by several choice words along with their money gone, some were secretly accusing the captain of taking a bribe to forfeit.

She couldn’t help but blink, and go back to earlier in the day when the Captain was talking about participating in the games. A title such as Kenpachi didn’t seem to suit an assassin, it seemed out of character for him to fight for. That being said she was glad she didn’t gamble away money, and mostly kept it stashed away, baring the occasional meal that she snuck out for.

Her attention turned back to her sisters turning her head to look at Risa with a face that was pale, pale as snow. Questions started to run across her head as she looked back at Signy, unsure why Risa was so scared of her, unsure how to ask the name of the sister in front of her. Yet one question came to mind, one that had always bugged her when she was growing up.

“What… was Mom like?”

It was a sore subject for Shori, and one that she always avoided when Oyama was young. She never understood, and all second had on her was that she was a teacher that died in the world of the living, her status in the soul society as a teacher and some stuff about the family. She wondered how this other half would react, while both Oyama and Furia looked at their sister with curiosity.
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