[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Southeast Seireitei

[ShayGhoulz]

Annoyance. Anger. And even a little disappointment was all Himari felt as she allowed her foot to lower itself toward Oyama’s skull. The entire time, she felt like the girl had looked down on her. Thought of her as weakling. Thought of her as someone who couldn’t be a match to her. She hated it. It pissed her off. She wanted to end this. She wanted to kick the girls skull in. Then maybe, just maybe, she would realize she underestimated the wrong person. She would come to realize the Himari who faced Katsuo, who lost her arms. That girl was gone.

Standing before her was someone new entirely. She was going to learn that. Right now.




BAM!

Suddenly her foot was stopped by something. No, someone’s forearm. She didn’t even have to glance at the person's face to know it had to be one of the Ommitsukido. When did he arrive? How did she not sense him? All those things were running in her head. Also the fact that he stopped her right when she was about to finish this…annoying nonsense of a spar. Again, someone was getting in the way.


“Tsk,” Was all she would say as she lowered her foot, it swiftly landing onto the ground. She wouldn’t even look in Oyama’s direction, not wanting to. Her red and gray eyes only stared at the masked man before them. He had to be here for a reason, and she had a feeling that it wouldn’t be good.

“Lieutenant Katsuo Toshiyuki is dead.”

All the blue haired girl could do was blink once given the news. Katsuo? Wasn’t his last name Oda? when did that change? But, most importantly… he was dead. They hadn’t fought that long ago. How did he die in such a short time? What killed him? How did he die? And why was he telling them this? Yea, she would have considered Katsuo a friend. He was one of the first people she actually talked to the most. He was the one who actually checked in on her when she felt like nothing in the Fifth. And now. Now he is dead.

She allowed herself to glance at Oyama. She had been in the same divison as the blonde. She probably would take it worse than she. All she saw of the other blue haired girl was the widening of her eyes. She said nothing. And Himari was low key annoyed that she couldn't read how she was dealing with the situation.

She didn’t know how to react in this situation. This was the first time she was in the know of anything. She thought back at the times when Tenzen would dismiss her so he could discuss private matters with Arashi. She now felt included. Like she knew something that many people didn’t know. And she suddenly felt she was truly a second division officer. She wasnt seated, sure, but she was just given information that many didn’t know.

It filled her spirits a little.

But, suddenly her mind went to the fact that yet another high ranking officer had been killed. They have now lost another strong hand. What were the Gotei going to do now? It was as if they weren’t taking this situation seriously at all. Everyone was focusing on the stupid games…She felt that they should now be focusing on reworking the ranks..Getting everyone together for the unseen.

Her thoughts were again stopped as she felt another presence come in and suddenly another Guard had entered the room, this time handing Oyama something. This made Himari curious. But she said nothing. She was silent as usual. Just watching.

‘Interesting. Captains Tenzen Oda and Captain Kyomu Mukuro have been pitted against one another, along with a Rukongai citizen scars.’

Now that was something she had wished to see. Her former Captain and new Captain facing each other along with…a random Rukongai citizen? That would have been more interesting to see than to be here.

“You beat me Himari, what we do next is up to you, we both go our separate ways here, or we stay and fight once more this time with our own zanpakutō.”

She allowed the girl to go and get her own Zanpakuto. She walked over to the exit, but still had her hand on the hilt of the sword. This made Himari laugh, just a little. She didn’t speak as she walked to grab Fudo Myōō. She felt whole again, having the sword in her hands again. She slipped the sword away with ease.

“I think we have more pressing matters than a rematch, don’t you think?” Himari replied, her voice low. No emotion was in her voice. “Your friend is dead, aren’t you a little worried about the state of the Gotei?”

She spoke all of this without looking at the girl. Only when she was finished speaking, she would look up, her head tilting just a little. Even though she didn’t really like her. The girl did interest her.

 

[GhostSnake]

Shinōreijutsuin (真央霊術院, Spiritual Arts Academy), an institution for focus, discipline, learning. It is here where souls gather in pursuit of a purpose higher than themselves, seeking to join the prestigious ranks of the Gotei 13. Today however, is not a day of focus. Students and faculty alike find themselves distracted by the excitement of the Kenpachi Games, many watching the games through one medium or another while the Institute and Campus is abuzz with various talks about what they were all spectating. Perhaps later, when these games and festivities have ended, when the excitement of it all has died down it will act as a subject of reflection for all those who watched, kindling their desire to grow stronger, to become...more.

SQUEAK

SQUEAK

SQUEAK

The Games however, are not all that draws the attention of the Academy students and staff. The sounds of battle ring loudly from the field. This was no simple small scrimmage with student participants under the supervision of an Instructor, no..this WAS two instructors facing off against one another. The explosions from the Kido being cast, flung towards the Hakuda instructor as the two continued to exploit any openings found in one another's defenses had drawn the attention of those passing by. How could others not wish to take this opportunity to witness two instructors going at it, especially with such an odd match up as this. The short and creepily chipper Kido instructor vs the stoic and brooding Hakuda instructor. Like any institution for learning, rumors and gossip quickly spread. There were those who had heard Instructor Feng was a former member of the Second Division and had begun to concoct a story where it was revealed Instructor Kajiyashiki was actually an escaped prisoner of the maggots nest that had been hiding out in plain sight, with Instructor Feng being sent undercover as a teacher to get close and take out The Clown. Others believed it was something less complicated, Instructor Feng did serve under Captain Mukuro. It was likely he had adopted some of the man's mannerisms, namely his irritability. It was more than likely that Instructor Kajiyashiki had said or did something to piss him off which is what started the fight. The talks continued on, with others coming up with even grander and exaggerated theories.

SQUEAK
SQUEAK
SQUEAK

As the two instructors continue to give their all in the match, their colleagues who were witnessing the event or had simply heard of what was taking place groaned..or, at least some of them did. All the while the sound of wheels in dire need of some oil continued their incessant squeaking as they rolled down the hall. Two shadows move along the ground, tufts of blue, pink and orange lightly bob in rhythm with their casual gait. There was a cacophony of cheers, jeers, chatter of all kind as some of the fights within the games seemed to be boiling towards a climax, while the show of Instructor versus Instructor seemed to just be getting truly started as Instructor Feng releases the seal on his zanpakuto, unveiling its shikai. The clatter and excitement drowns out the sound of the wagons wheels, while the events both near and far serve as an apt distraction, a natural camouflage as the door to one of the many classrooms slides open, a man toting a wagon filled with strange objects enters inside, accompanied by an oddly cheerful looking female. The door slides shut behind them, and the students left to their own devices to "study" and enjoy the games, begin turning their focus to these strange individuals.

"IMMORTALITY!!"

The man starts off speaking while reaching down, grabbing one of the containers filled with the strangely colored fumes. The smoke like contents of the container churn within as though alive, a jubilant expression donned on the grotesque mug of the blue haired male. When he spoke it was a single word, and it was spoken so loudly and with such vigor it pulled the attention of everyone inside. Silence befell the class, uncertain as to what was going on or how to feel about the current situation. Their thoughts telegraphed on their faces, in their body language, yet the man continued on unperturbed.

"What does such a thing even mean? It is the dream of many, a symbol of power to some, to others it is their salvation from their most primal of fears...the fear of death. And so people strive to achieve it, to obtain it in some capacity."

As he speaks, his opposite hand lands atop the container, fingers gripping its lid as he begins twisting, loosening the top. The fumes that already seemed to come alive...moreso than before where they already twisted and churned as though blessed with life. It was though whatever was inside was growing more and more excited at the prospect of being free.

"We are already at a stage where repairing one's feeble flesh and body is a simple feat...but what if we could eliminate the middle man, wouldn't that be something? If, instead of going to the Fourth Division to be patched up your body would simply repair itself on its own, not unlike the regenerative abilities of the arrancar."

Despite the man appearing unsavory, he was clearly garbed in shinigami attire, and the white coat was a tell tale sign he was from the Institution of Research and Development. Had there been a guest speaker scheduled for today? Was the Twelfth Division, sent here to try and recruit for when they graduated? Whatever the reason there were some who couldn't deny that his words were somewhat enticing. How much stronger, BETTER would they be if they could simply heal on the spot when in a pinch and keep on fighting? What kind of expression would those hollows make if they learned shinigami held regenerative powers on par with them, if not better? Fantasies and dreams of grandeur played out into their minds.

WHOOOoosshh

It was as though the container itself was alive and had exhaled as the fumes came rushing out once the top had been removed. Once airborne the contents of the container quickly spread, filling the room and blanketing everyone inside. People began to panic as the sound of coughing and hacking grew louder, hands waving back and forth in an attempt to clear the pinkish smoke-like substance.

The man watches with an innocent smile on his face, eyes fixated on the students. Though they panic from not expecting to be doused and bombarded with some strange concoction, from being temporarily blinded and choked...nothing appears to happen. The fumes though lingering are slowly thinning out over time, and should any one of them stop to inspect themselves or those around them they would see how everyone appears relatively untouched. If this was an experiment, for all intents and purposes it appears to have failed. Yet, the Kurotsuchi does not seem upset in the slightest. He does not question what went wrong, he does not turn to his colleague to determine if she is viewing the same thing, nor does that innocent smile fade from his face. His eyes still brimming with joy, life, excitement stare on in child-like wonder. Slowly it begins to don on a few students, who had heard the story of an instructor having gone missing as their class was apparently taken over by a strange and freakish man. The pieces begin to come together as they rationalize that this may very well be that same man. If that was the case....there was no telling what ill fate awaited them.

Class was in session, today's topic? Science

 

[Vesper]

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Asahi quickly lowered his hand from his scarf, keeping his eye on the other Third Division officer. He spun his weapon in a single hand and grinned at the other male, remnants of his own blackened blood still lingering around his lips. His opposition had managed to evade the following set of Kidō that likely would have amounted to an even more detrimental injury than Asahi had received. But one thing Zhou had not accounted for was the other side of the Demon Arts, something an Academy instructor of these techniques would be expected to know, Kaidō. Asahi was certainly not as developed in Kaidō as someone who belonged to the Fourth Division, someone who lived and breathed the life of a medic. Yet, his practice with it was enough to certainly handle a decent patchwork of minor to moderate injuries. The temporarily occupied Zhou afforded the Clown with enough time to restore enough of what he had lost.


The Fifth Seat's spiritual presence spiked, swirling the air around him and clouding the space with another potent dose of that euphoric sensation.

A flash of light overtook the lengthy Zanpakuto, warping its form into a steel gauntlet upon his arm that had varying orifices. The sound of scattered buzzing and humming came from the newly manifested weapon. In addition to that, a sweet scent filled the area, as if one had just burrowed their nose into an assortment of flowers. Asahi whipped his equipped arm outward to the side, allowing for a massive swarm of metal hornets to exit the holes in the perforated armament. Despite the size of the object, the insects kept coming. It was as if they were limitless. A portion of these winged friends surrounded the unusual Shinigami, their armored shells glinting off the sunlight and swirling Reiatsu. Occasionally, it could be seen that their trails had also become reflected in that same light.


"It's..been...a while."


The short reaper had spoken with broken words, still not fully recovered from the blow he had taken, but had brought himself to a point of speech once again. Asahi dropped both arms before him and hunched forward slightly. He shuffled his feet forward while tilting his head to the side. He walked as if he was one of the undead depicted in the media.


"We are all... excited to play."


Just as those words slipped out from his lips, the hornets that did not make up the sphere around the male had launched forth. They rushed forward like the most fierce mass of flowing water. Left, up, right, down, left, left, up, down. These metallic creatures jolted around erratically in their advance. Once reaching the slowing approaching Zhou they raised their stingers high with the intent of dealing the higher officer with hundreds of deep stings.


During the assault, Asahi brought one particular of these entities upwards towards his face, gazing upon it as it rested on his extended index finger. A crimson light overtook it for a brief moment before it faded from its form, only residing within its eyes that hid behind its exceptionally durable exoskeleton.


It was now that both of these atypical men had brought forth their Shikai. A spectacle for the observing students and instructors. An exchange fitting of the festivities that are currently happening between the Seireitei's finest. Despite the fact that this was just a simple spar with no intention of dispatching the other, the observers tense up in excitement and fear.Who would yield? How far would the pair go? What exactly did each of their Zanpakuto primary releases do? Not a soul knew either of their powers, and given that they were both black sheep among their peers... Did their abilities reflect the rumors that filled the barracks? It didn't matter to Asahi the outcome of this bout, nor did he remotely intend to do much more than apply pressure to Zhou. Every fight that Asahi had and would be a part of would serve as a game, even if death was on the line. Given the fact that this consequence was not on the table, he resolved to make this casual conflict as entertaining as possible. Even if he was the only one who got such a kick out of it.

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[Zhou_Feng]

Distance was made between them. Zhou’s focus was towards the shorter Shinigami as the male took hold of his weapon, postured in a manner that exemplified the amount of overall focus he had concerning the bout. With the short amount of time, Asahi was afforded the luxury of being able to restore his vocal cords to some degree, giving Zhou a sense of relief. Although he wasn’t worried about being punished, his concern was more so him hindering the advancement of the students due to him injuring a teacher. In a sense, he had taken what was supposed to be something meant to grow, and used a skillset he was already rather proficient in. He was testing his physical skill against spells, but at the same time there were more things he needed improvement on. Although Zhou was able to avoid injury from every one of Asahi’s attacks, Zhou measured his Hakuda more so than trying to critically injure the male. Zhou figured that pushing Asahi was what should have been done, especially with Asahi’s initial attack, but upon further analyzing the session, Zhou had done a number of things he shouldn’t have, especially against the fellow instructor.

Zhou’s face showed a lack of expression in contrast with the one that was currently seeping with their blackened nectar dripping from the corners of their lips. Just as Asahi found a semblance of amusement, Zhou found this as a moment of learning, a chance to grow. Being constantly swirled around in a bowl of Yakisoba, fighting Asahi gave him a breath of fresh air. He couldn’t tell what it was, but for some reason, Zhou had felt the energy to want to fight Asahi rather than simply kill him. Despite the severity of his Hakuda, it was obvious that killing wasn’t his intent. Most of his blows were powerful, but only the first would have led to a very grievous injury. Even then, Asahi would have had the chance to pull through. Regardless, Zhou still was fixated on his opponent, not even showing signs of irritation despite the number of tricks Asahi used.

Just as Zhou released his Zanpakutō, Asahi did as well. A bright light radiated before the weapon he wielded. It was no longer that blade that seemed to be too big for a Shinigami of Asahi’s height. Instead, the weapon turned into that of a gauntlet. One might have thought that the Kidō expert wouldn’t have a Zanpakutō that seemed so physically inclined. That would have just been a mere side thought as swarms of insects began to fly from the given gauntlet towards Zhou with seemingly ease, with wrapping around the superior initially. With their flow, they were like a wave moving back and forth. The violent swarm sought after the protection of their owner, their provider, their master. It was something that Zhou could not only relate to, but understand. And with this, Zhou continued to move forward, not altering his form at all. Zhou could practically make out the stingers that aimed towards him, but regardless, he showed not even the slightest of worry, nor even the faintest of hate. Instead, he waited for the stingers to actually attempt to plunge into him, rather than simply shoot himself away from them, or speed past them, or even attempt to destroy them, there was a key to this.

Zhou continued to watch the swarm move towards him – closer and closer. This vile, sadistic onslaught moved onwards as if that’s what they were bred for. Zhou had no idea what they were for, but in this instant, there was something he had to do. There were a number of ways that this technique could have been avoided, but for some reason, this tall male just kept walking, and with each step, his Zanpakutō continued to collide with his back. Zhou seemed as if he didn’t fear the stingers at all, not even slightly. He walked towards the danger ahead with that same stoic expression – as if he dared Asahi to continue on with his technique.

“HELP! THERE’S A MONSTER IN OUR CLASS! PLEASE! HELP US!”

Zhou didn’t stop moving, his navy blue waves of powerful reiatsu still surrounding him in that dark fashion, as his eyes were still on Asahi. He wasn’t sure exactly what the student was talking about, but in truth, the students did come first, regardless of what was going on. Zhou still kept his guard up, but regardless, the male moved his sights towards the younger male.

The younger male was a good distance away from the two fighting, and it was like the student knew that he needed help then and there.

“What do you mean?”

Zhou retaliated as the male began jumping up and down. He seemed rather hysterical with tears pouring down his face. The boyish figure pointed in the direction of the school towards a specific classroom. Zhou didn’t pay mind to his emotional actions, rather, he was more concerned with what was going on with the students. The fact that a student ran out here in the middle of a battle between two highly capable Shinigami showed just how important this situation was.

“Th-there’s this monster! His eyes go left and right at the same time! He has this awkward pale skin… he has these long, sharp nails. He has this long blue hair… he’s just a monster! I don’t know why he’s around, but he forced a bunch of us to … to….”

Zhou listened, him showing a bit more concern due to the safety of students as it was his obligation to the soul society … only for the male to say…

“HE FORCED US TO DO DRUGS! THOSE WERE DRUGS, INSTRUCTOR ZHOU! PLEASE SAVE US! THERE’S NO TELLING WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT! INSTRUCTOR ASAHI PLEASE! SAVE US FROM EVIL!”

Zhou looked towards Asahi who was far enough away from their current position. This fool of a boy, who could have been killed within a blink of an eye, displayed a fine sense of bravery. Zhou wasn’t sure of what to make of this situation, but he felt that training would have to come to a pause for now.

“We can continue this later if you wish. For now, we should set our sights upon the school. Come, Asahi!”

Zhou said with urgency, his body seeming to fade from existence with his given speed. Mere moments had passed when he reached his given destination, where Zhou forced the door open allowing for the fumes to leave the classroom.

“THANK THE CAPTAIN COMMANDER!”

One of them shouted out as Zhou began assisting them out of the room. Just what was this substance? And why was it so thick..? Regardless, Zhou didn’t cough a single time. In fact, Zhou had held his breath the entire time while making sure each and every student had the opportunity to leave the classroom. As their safety was his first concern, his second would be approaching the blue-haired, ‘Monster’ that decided to force a class that wasn’t his own.

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[Vesper]

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Inching closer and closer the hornets moved. Asahi allowing his tiny friends to do what they exist for, draining the very life out of those they sting. They were primed to satiate their hunger with every passing second but right when they were about to strike...

“HELP! THERE’S A MONSTER IN OUR CLASS! PLEASE! HELP US!”

The metal-coated insects came to a complete stop only mere inches from Zhou's flesh. They just hovered in place as Asahi stepped closer to his opponent to better understand the situation. He did not run but he had kept a steady pace, flicking his wrist as he neared his fellow instructor, signaling the hornets to distance themselves from the male.

"What do you mean?"

“Th-there’s this monster! His eyes go left and right at the same time! He has this awkward pale skin… he has these long, sharp nails. He has this long blue hair… he’s just a monster! I don’t know why he’s around, but he forced a bunch of us to … to….”

Asahi stood with aligned with his chest, one of his hands raised to his face and stroked his chin. The starry-eyed Shinigami was caught in thought, painting a crude mental image fitting the description. The connection took him a moment because he had temporarily become distracted by the single hornet that remained near him, the one he had previously allowed to rest upon him. A monster fitting that description reminded him of something he had heard before. A situation in which there was more or less a live dissection hosted in a classroom without any authorization. It was Naku, right? No. That wasn't it. Narukami? No, not that either. He ran through a few names from the little investigating he had done around the time of the last incident. He hadn't had the opportunity of following up on that lead nor would it have really helped after the fact. Honestly now was a lot more fortunate he cou- Nyuraku! That was the name. Where did he leave off? Oh yeah. The culprit could be caught in the act!

"Mmm... Sounds like a creep from the other week."

“HE FORCED US TO DO DRUGS! THOSE WERE DRUGS, INSTRUCTOR ZHOU! PLEASE SAVE US! THERE’S NO TELLING WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT! INSTRUCTOR ASAHI PLEASE! SAVE US FROM EVIL!”

"A tad dramatic on the delivery but... Certainly can do."

Asahi gave the panicking trainee a wink as the many hornets faded from existence. The Fifth Seat turned his gaze towards the man he was previously sparring with, feeling his gaze upon him.

“We can continue this later if you wish. For now, we should set our sights upon the school. Come, Asahi!"

Asahi gave a quick nod to the man's statement.

"Okie dokie! Sounds good to me!"

He vanished in tail of his superior but then returned for a moment in front of the agitated student.

"Thanks for the info by the way! Here!"

The Clown gave a big smile as he took the newbie's hand and slipped a couple pieces of candy within his palm before closing their grasp. He saluted the good Samaritan for reporting the situation in a timely manner. A chuckle was the last thing the student heard before the shorter soul disappeared once again.

Arriving at the location of the intruder, he watched as Zhou wasted no time entering the space. He brought up his scarf to cover his nose and mouth, opting to not inhale the airborne substance. If it was toxic it was unlikely that it'd bring him harm but who knew what it did. He made his way over towards a window across the room and promptly opened it. After taking a few steps back he raised his spare hand towards the egress. Wind swirled before his palm before sending out a vortex that aided in pushing the substance outward from the room.

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