[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Southeast Seireitei

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Himari didn’t speak, just stared at the crazy man before her. She was filled with so much anger towards this man, but she knew the more she did, the worse her predicament would be. But she hated people like him. He was blood thirsty, and off the hinges. So she stayed silent after her speech, her eyes not moving from him.
Before she could blink, a yellow spiky haired man suddenly was in front of Ochitsuki, blocking the man from her. Her eyes narrowed. Who was this? Another person to make her life a living hell?
”That’s enough Ochitsuki. The boss doesn’t need this girl broken-broken. Geez..you could at least explain to her WHY you’ve gotta go this far.”
Ah, so he wasn’t like Ochitsuki. This made Himari relax, but didn’t lose her guard. Explain? Explain what?
She didn’t say anything as the blond glanced at Ochitsuki, before he turned to face her. She didn’t blink. She didn’t move. She braced herself for whatever this man would do to her. She felt like none of them were to be trusted.
”You’re right, our fourth seat is a crazy son of a bitch. You’ll get used to it.”
Get used to it, he said. She wasn’t so sure about that. The man just ripped out her intestines. She would never be able to get used to him. She would probably never want to be around him again, if she could help it.
”As you might have gathered by now, we’re not like most of the other Divisions in the Gotei 13. While the other squads tend to deal a lot with hollows and the like, our targets are nine times out of ten going to be those who look like you and me.”
She nodded, before glaring at Ochitsuki.
”As I’ve seen.”
And that was all she said. Anyone who was able to do the shit that psycho did to her without a blink of an eye wasn’t like anyone she met in the Gotei 13. And some part of her made her a little scared that she was going to be like that. A killer who didn’t even blink an eye. But, was that what it took to make her stronger. To make her be feared.
”Secrets, lies, deception, information and assassination. These are all things we deal with here in the Second Division, and because of that we have to be able to do certain things and endure certain things to get the job done. Ingesting and being exposed to various poisons and toxins to strengthen and build our resistance to them, enduring pain and torture so as to avoid spilling any information should we ever get captured on a job. Hell, it also helps in battle I mean..if you can endure being tortured in this place there’s very little an enemy can do to you that’ll prevent you from being able to continue fighting.”
He did have a point. Being exposed to certain torture devices did ensure that she and others who were in the squad will build a resistance to them. The more resistance, the stronger you will be. The more stronger you are, the more you can be put through. The more reliable you are. And most importantly.
The more feared you will be.
And that’s what Himari wanted so bad. She was tired of being a failure. Tired of being laughed at. She was ready to be stronger.
”You weren’t brought here to die, trust me..if the boss wanted you dead...you wouldn’t be here. Though I think its a good idea to shift the training a bit before returning to conditioning your body to more of creep boy’s little mixtures.”
If she wasn’t so exhausted, she probably would have laughed. But she was so mentally tired she couldn’t even speak again.
”How about we get her familiar with the places on the body she should focus on..for torture and for battle. Won't hurt if we get her familiarized with these things a bit before the boss gets back.”
She watched as the blond turned to look at Ochitsuki. She couldn’t see his face, but she saw Ochitsuki’s and whatever the blond didn’t sit well with the psychotic man. But he surprisingly didn’t say anything.
”The girl was never in any real danger. I would never disobey an order from my Captain. She was just being conditioned hehe.. If I wanted to break her then…”
She felt a shiver go down her spine. She really, Really didn’t like this man. And she watched as he moved to pop one of his index finger, making her almost jump.
”...I would have broken her by now. Get up, woman, time for a field trip. There is a path here in Jaaku Dōtoku that will lead us to the Maggots Nest. Are you going to join us… Yoooogggeeeeennn-sssaaaaannn?”
He practically did. She didn’t know what the hell he called pulling out her intestines, but she wouldn’t have not called it not breaking her. She hoped she would never have to face his type of training ever again.

 

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Ochitsuki Oda, the Second Division’s resident psychopath is most displeased with Yogen’s intervention, a fact the agent is well aware of. In his fury his grip tightens against the syringe as if gripping a blade, his arm whips forward at speeds nearly imperceptible to the untrained eye. The Oda’s desire to plunge the needle through flesh and bone is both blatant and genuine...and then he stops, the sharp tip a hair’s breadth away from connecting. Yogen does not respond or react through this, expecting the Oda to come to his senses before teetering over the edge. Though this bravery was but a gamble, it was one he has won..for now at least.
Leaving Yogen to speak undisturbed, Ochitsuki takes this time to distance himself from the pairing, closing his eyes as he works to bring both his breathing and his rage under his control. He knows he must simmer his rage, that he must be patient 一 but knowing these things didn’t make it any easier.
Himari scarcely says a word as Yogen rambles on, almost as silent as her tormentor. It's only once he’s finished fully saying everything he wanted, and needed to say, mouthing his silent message to the psychopath he once more pokes at the hornet’s nest that is the Oda. Yogen has succeeded in getting under the man’s skin once more, evident by the visible vein bulging from his forehead. He restrains the chuckle, amused at the man’s restraint.
”The girl was never in any real danger. I would never disobey an order from my Captain. She was just being conditioned hehe.. If I wanted to break her then…”
PoP
A loud sickening pop echoes in the disgusting small space. Ochitsuki had popped his index finger, visibly disturbing the blue haired recruit. No doubt the Oda’s intended desired effect on the woman.
’Ugh, this fuckin weirdo.’
Yogen grumbles to himself, having worked hard to settle Himari’s spirits a bit only for the Oda to undo his efforts.
”...I would have broken her by now. Get up, woman, time for a field trip. There is a path here in Jaaku Dōtoku that will lead us to the Maggots Nest. Are you going to join us… Yoooogggeeeeennn-sssaaaaannn?”
The agent rolls his eyes and as he prepares to respond, the ground beneath them quakes. It is a light tremble, something that Yogen like Ochitsuki has grown accustomed to through the past century or so. He opens his mouth again, a second attempt at speaking when the entirety of the room - no, not just the room, the entire structure, the very grounds of the Division begin rocking and teetering. Yogen’s feet instinctively spread, widening his stance as he braces himself. He glances towards the Oda, and then Himari, neither of them seeming to be affected by the massive quake they just felt.
Unbeknownst to Yogen, it seemed that out of the seated officers only Fifth Seat Oyama Hoshi seemed to have noticed the phenomenon and showed any hint of concern towards the potential damage it may have caused. Perhaps it had been dismissed as yet another of the many quakes that the Oda and Kuchiki had experienced. Complacency, it was a dangerous thing for an agent of the Onmitsukido. Complacency bred negligence, negligence gave way to weakness, and weakness led to death. More odd was Himari Shimi who was not familiar with such an occurrence and should be the most confused and concerned out of those present both in the room and the squad grounds. Though Yogen is concerned about why the earthquake has suddenly spiked in power, a glance towards Ochitsuki’s face keeps him silent. Currently with the Captain gone and no designated Lieutenant or third seat, the Oda is the highest seated officer within the Second Division. It is on his shoulders that the burden of responsibility for the well being of the Division and those under their charge falls. As Ochitsuki seems unconcerned with what is going on, Yogen for now chooses to stick to playing the role of filter and buffer between the Oda and Himari.
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”Sure, I’ll tag along.”
Tunnels, illuminated by torches lined along the carved out walls. Flames flicker and dance freely just as shadows sway and dance along the walls. The sound of feet dragging lazily along the ground, faint at first as it travels from a distance, sluggish drawing closer.

Men traveling in a single file line march to the beat of their captors. Their faces covered, unable to see anything beyond their own feet and the ground on which they tread. Their wrists bound before them. Blood, barely dried, stains the white of their torn garments, also visibly splotched along exposed flesh, evidence of their previous ordeal.

Their strength is all but gone. Their escorts say nothing to the men who in turn, say nothing to their captors and guards. There was no point in asking where they were being led to, there was no point in asking any questions. They were maggots, they held no right to know their destination, no right to know their fate, and held no control or power to change anything. News of Ochitsuki’s impending visit had already reached those within the nest, those who had familiarized themselves with the Oda’s habits and nature. They selected three individuals whom they were sure the Fourth Seat might most enjoy experimenting on, guiding them towards yet another layer of hell, a room to be specific. Chō no Fuhai Niku (腸の腐敗肉; “The Bowels of Rotting Flesh”), a room where many enter, and an extremely limited few ever leave. Like maggots swarming through dead or rotten meat, the residents of the nest are tossed in, squirming and writhing through the carcass with no prospects of anything other than that moment. It is in this room where they will squirm, and writhe and unlike the vermin in which they are named after...they will scream.
The door into the Bowels is...rather plain and unimposing. Before it stands a single guard who glances at the approaching entourage. It is only once they stand before him does he glance at the maggots dressed in the flesh of men, assessing them slowly, carefully, methodical in his scan. He turns to grip the fragile looking handle, and opens the door. A chill runs down the spines of the blinded men. Though dispirited and unable to see ahead of them, a sense of fear and dread still finds its way crawling beneath their flesh to wrap a cold hand around their hearts. The one in the rear is shoved roughly, causing him to stumble and bump into the man before him, who in turn bumps into the one before them. They are forced to march on, despite wanting to do nothing but flee at this moment.
CRRRRrrrrrreeeak
The door is intentionally slowly closed, creaking along its unoiled hinges. The sound of the door closing hastened their heart rates, their pulses picking up faster… and faster, FASTER, until it all. Just
STOPS
Where once they could see their feet and the ground, now they were unable to see a thing. Each man is turned, pushed until their backs bump against the nearest wall. Their heads hanging down, their vision slowly getting acclimated to the lighting. The room was darker yes, but not pitch black.

The sheets are yanked off their heads, causing them to avert their unprepared eyes, vision slightly blurred. A muffled voice addressed them simultaneously.
”Get ready, you all are scheduled to have a special visitor.”

 

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The violent rocking and shaking caused by some unknown source was not wholly ignored by Ochitsuki. Yes, initially he did not react to it because he is an existence that does not know fear. He cannot understand the concept of it, he is a soul born without the primal urge of fear and so nuances such as a quake that tests the very foundation of the barracks slip past him easily, but do not go unrecognized when they end. His eyes gaze to Yogen for a moment, no longer does he have that psychotic look on his face it has returned to a neutral state. He looks to Himari then back to Yogen.
”Since you know what we are going to begin teaching next I’d like for you to take the lead from here on, Yogen. I need to… Check up on things. Aid.”
He calls over the aid to do the obvious, which is to heal his bloodshot eye, effects from the dust like poison whose damage was only surface level, it did not hinder his vision in the slightest. Once healed Ochi leaves Jaaku Dōtoku and stops just outside the steel door that separates his home of hell from the rest of Second Division. He stares at the ground some meters away from him, there were tracks in the ground, someone had been standing there. He could have easily asked the guards who it was, however he chose to investigate himself. He approaches the tracks and kneels down, examining the size and shape of them. Two women, one set of tracks facing the other, it seemed one of the two had sense enough to turn the other away from Ochi’s den of horrors.
State of Second Division Grounds
One set seemed to have appeared from nowhere, Ochi looked up to see no trees were disturbed, no crumbed leaves or branches and given the indentations they did not fall from a great height. Shunpo was used to maneuver themselves in front of the nosey one. Ninety to One hundred pounds is the weight of this one if he were to make a guess. Based on the weight and size of the tracks the subject had to be between five foot three inches or five foot six inches. He rubs his chin as his eyes trace over to the other set belonging to the one who dared try and follow Ochitsuki and Himari. A bit heavier, not by much, one hundred five pounds to about one hundred fifteen for a ballpark number, heavier but smaller four foot ten inches to about five foot two inches. This investigation was not a lengthy process, a few seconds spent in total analyzing the tracks and determining the height and weight of the individuals. From there he begins to shape them in his mind, he’ll know them when he sees them.
He rises and leaves his position with Shunpo, reappearing on one of the many rooftops of the barracks. A few members of the division who remained seemed concerned with the earlier rumbling, feeling eyes upon them they look up to see what they dubbed decades ago as Bukimina shōnen (不気味な少年, Creepy Boy) gazing down on them. Their throats ran dry when locking eyes with him but quickly shaped up and continued to go on about their assigned duties. They did not shape up as fast as they would have if it were the Captain himself gazing upon them, but for Ochi that didn’t matter he just needed to make sure no one was slacking in their duties. It was not fear of being killed that he worried about, it was just a simple fact. Just as one plus one makes two not doing his job as the next highest ranking officer will result in his death.
By now Yogen and Himari should be close to their destination, he can entrust that task to Yogen for now as the matter of priorities have shifted slightly. He reappears on the ground level near a patrol.
”Ensure all structural integrity is still fine, any crack, no matter how small, I want reported to me. Same goes for items that may have fallen off of shelves, it’ll give a better idea of the strength behind the shaking and maybe even point of origin.”
The patrol bows and moves out to begin gathering details on what Ochitsuki requested. He turns his head and decides to make a final stop to visit one of the few females in his division that he knows of, Oyama Hoshi. There is no sound to the creepy man’s Shunpo, so when he appears behind the pair at the entrance to Oyama’s room it may come at quite a scare. Such a thing could invoke a hostile response from either one of them but it is something that Ochi was prepared for.
”Five foot four inches, one hundred pounds, Oyama Hoshi. Five feet even, one hundred ten pounds, Utsuro Kuchiki. Your tracks were found outside of my Jaaku Dōtoku. Mind explaining to me what you two were doing instead of following your orders? I don’t believe Captain Mukuro tasked either of you with tailing me, let alone snooping around my workshop.”
Vocalizing their height, weight, and names was his way of confirming his earlier findings as well as to unnerve and disturb the pair. As members of Second Division they should understand these scare tactics well, however, when coming from one as creepy as Ochitsuki a layer of eeriness is laid upon it. He waits in a dead silence for their responses before deciding on what to do with them.

 

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There was no escaping the infamy that followed her. No matter how hard she tried to circumvent it, it always followed her. Perhaps her deviating from joining the Sixth Division had only added to the bad reputation that followed the Kuchiki name. If they failed at upholding justice, how could they possibly carry out the duties entrusted to the Second Division? The scrutiny that her disgraced clan was now under would likely never end. They had fallen from a position that allowed them to look down upon others. Now, they were not able to hold their heads high, instead holding them down due to the tremendous amount of shame that had befallen them. One might believe that Utsuro carried the weight of her clan on her shoulders, but they would be mistaken. There was no way for her to feel guilt or care enough about her nobility. After all, she had been raised with one goal in mind: to kill. Such was uncommon for the Kuchiki, but it was not her place to question such a thing. Interestingly enough, she could not comprehend much else aside from the mission that was embedded within her head. When joining the Second, there was no hesitance in her mind. As her name suggests, she is nothing more than a shell of a person. Free will is a concept that escapes her, which holds especially true now. With no purpose other than to follow orders, she is in the right place. Yet, over the past few years, a newfound curiosity has begun to brew within her. No longer does she sit and wait until called upon, instead, she has slowly begun to seek out information on matters that certainly do not concern her.
“No but Ochitsuki might like having someone just show up and watch what’s going on.”
Her eyes widen ever so slightly as she listens. Invading the Oda's space would likely yield less than optimal knowledge and even worse results. However, she had no idea what to expect. Certainly, she would be scolded and perhaps even punished for her actions. There was no telling exactly what would happen, but it mattered little to her. Life was something that was certainly full of ups and downs, but regardless of which one she experienced, she would continue to move forward until she could no longer do so.
“Oh that’s right…Why don’t you come and walk with me back to my room? I need to retrieve my zanpakutō from my room; it’d be nice to have some company. ”
An unexpected invitation graces her ears and her facial expression changes ever so slightly. A mixture of intrigue and surprise has washed over her. She had not seen Oyama's room, nor ever been lucky enough to be invited. Aside from this, she hadn't seen the woman's zanpakutō, either. Perhaps it would be rude of her to gawk at it, but that would certainly be the outcome of the interaction. Whether or not it was unique or a rather standard blade, she still wanted to see it. Each spirit was unique and the powers that they wielded sparked something close to excitement within her. In sync with Oyama, Utsuro moved in the direction towards her personal quarters. Not a sound was made by either of them, but such was to be expected of all within the Second. The now-familiar tone of the blue-haired woman dances on her ears again as words unintentionally laced with poison seek to strike at the Kuchiki.
“Tell me something Utsuro… How much of your family left? Do you have any aspirations of leading your family? Or bringing them back to their former glory?”
Without a moment to spare, her response had already come forth.
"I have...no aspirations at all, Oyama-san."
Deadpan eyes fixate on the woman before her before she continues. Devoid of emotion, her expression has returned back to its standard state. There is no anger, frustration, or sorrow within her words.
"Whether or not I lead my clan remains undetermined. Perhaps those within my clan would like for their glory to be restored. I have no such thing. All that I have is loyalty to Captain Mukuro and whatever he determines my purpose to be."
The sounds coming from the Hoshi's room were strange, yes, but she was not as concerned as her squadmates. Though, given the response to the sound, surely something important may have been in a perilous situation. Nonetheless, Utsuro does not hasten the speed at which she is getting to the room. When she finally reaches it, she noticed that the door is slightly off the hinges and broken. Glass and wood litter the floor further into the room as she steps in, a couple of feet away from the mess. Intently watching, she sees Oyama conceal her blade with a Kido spell.
Kyokkō, I see... A tactical move, surely.
A combination of the slightest disturbance in the room's airflow and the rising temperature as a result of the additional body that has manifested does indeed invoke the response that Ochitsuki expects. Dropping from her sleeve into her hand at the same moment he manifests behind her, it is then released from her between her index fingers at the potential adversary behind her. However, just as soon as it leaves her hand, it is seized by her once more. Her hand retreats into her sleeves, placing the needle back into its nest with its kin. It is yet another one of her superiors. One that is more twisted than others. Someone that she finds interesting despite the reputation he has gained as a sadistic torturer. Unlike others, she saw him as none of the aforementioned things, instead electing to focus on how effective he was. Given his title, it was only natural that he had various traits that many did not share. His demanding tone reaches her as her expression remains the same, listening intently to his words.
An Unexpected Appearance
”Five foot four inches, one hundred pounds, Oyama Hoshi. Five feet even, one hundred ten pounds, Utsuro Kuchiki. Your tracks were found outside of my Jaaku Dōtoku. Mind explaining to me what you two were doing instead of following your orders? I don’t believe Captain Mukuro tasked either of you with tailing me, let alone snooping around my workshop.”
Her sense of danger relates directly to combat and related ventures. A small tinge of it ignites as the man continues to speak, but not enough for her to act on it. Additionally, she was not bold enough to lie or resist, nor could she conceptualize such a thing with how developed she was currently. A swift reply is made to her superior in complete honesty.
"Ochitsuki-san, it was not my intention to disturb you, Oyama-san, nor anyone else. I was curious as to what was happening. The Captain's Reiatsu rose and it took me out of my Jinzen (刃禅, Sword Meditation; Viz "Sword Zen"). Although I was not ordered to leave my room, I was...curious as to what would happen to the new girl. Her agony, her screams, her resistance... I don't know what these things are. I want to know so that I can be of more use to the Division—to the Captain. I do understand that I acted out of place and for that, I am ready to accept the consequences. Please know that Oyama-san was the one who stopped me from going further."
She was certainly oblivious when it came to anything outside of assassination and battle, that much was certain. No attempt was made to hide her inquisitive nature, but she did want to clear Oyama's name. The eerie nature of the Oda did not have any particular effect on her, because she lacked an understanding of the depth of his nature. Yet again, she finds herself unable to comprehend, despite desperately wanting nothing more than to do so.

 

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“I have...no aspirations at all, Oyama-san.”
“None at all?”
“Whether or not I lead my clan remains undetermined. Perhaps those within my clan would like for their glory to be restored. I have no such thing. All that I have is loyalty to Captain Mukuro and whatever he determines my purpose to be.”
“I like her already like her. A fallen noble not willing to take her clan back to glory.”
Truth be told Oyama was a bit relieved as well with Utsuro had no ambition to lead or take her clan to back to its former glory; One less noble clan in the soul society was a good thing in her opinion. Though at the same time she couldn’t help but feel sorry for the girl; She seemed devoid of emotion, wants and probably desires for herself. Sure she may want to become stronger but that would only serve to be as a better weapon.
“Five foot four inches, one hundred pounds, Oyama Hoshi. Five feet even, one hundred ten pounds, Utsuro Kuchiki. Your tracks were found outside of my Jaaku Dōtoku. Mind explaining to me what you two were doing instead of following your orders? I don’t believe Captain Mukuro tasked either of you with tailing me, let alone snooping around my workshop.”
A shift in reiatsu had taken place, both with Ochitsukis arrival and herself. It only took a few words for her to allow Furia to take over. Furia was more welcoming to him, as she would stand up and fasten her zanpakutō to her left side, before turning to greet the two. Listening to Utsuro speak before stopping her.
“Ochitsuki-san, it was not my intention to disturb you, Oyama-san, nor anyone else. I was curious as to what was happening. The Captain's Reiatsu rose and it took me out of my Jinzen (刃禅, Sword Meditation; Viz "Sword Zen"). Although I was not ordered to leave my room, I was...curious as to what would happen to the new girl. Her agony, her screams, her resistance... I don't know what these things are. I want to know so that I can be of more use to the Division—to the Captain. I do understand that I acted out of place and for that, I am ready to accept the consequences. Please know that Oyama-san was the one who stopped me from going further.
“That was more than enough of an explanation; besides there are more important issues at hand then just investigating who was outside his Jaaku Dotoku. Aren’t you any bit curious about that earth quake? They’ve been happening so frequently that we all just got used of it. It has had me Curious… Well one of me is curious, but that’s beside the point; aren’t you curious that maybe we’re the only ones experiencing these? I would have received reports from other sections of the seireitei, and now I wanna know if it’s isolated to just the south eastern section of the Seireitei.”
It was true that Oyama was curious about these quakes so random but frequent enough that she had gotten used of it, and had ran under the assumption that the whole of seireitei could feel such quakes, and often had it in the back of her mind. However, this quake had her suspicious, and wanted to know if anyone else had been felt it.
“Now are you going to let me through to head to the inner court guard? Or am I going to be further interrogated?I would like send out messengers too our messengers on standby and see if they have felt anything
Her red eyes had been staring at Ochitsuki the whole time, with one hand on her zanpakutō handle, readying to draw it out at any hint of hostility from him. She was weary of this man, this Oda, was more of a brute than Katsuo, him being in charge of interrogation was enough to make that connection. She also had to wait for him to dismiss the two, as she was of the lower on the totem poll in terms of officer seats.