[BSD-RP] Human World: Karakura Town

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To say she was tunnel visioning would be accurate, she was so focused onto her task that she didn’t bother to look back, at the gates that appeared behind her. Though that dark and sinister energy began to seep into her, causing her to freeze in her tracks much like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. Every single portion of her body was shaking with fear, to the point that her zanpakutō began rattle.

Though after a few seconds she had mustered up the courage to turn her head, to which once turned She nearly leapt out of her skin, what she saw was what everyone was seeing, were the gates of hell itself. It was horrifying see the two large skeletons grip onto the gap in-between the doors, almost like they were ready to pry open the gates… She knew what this was, but she had never had the chance to see it till this night.
Those skeletons began to pry open the gates, to her this was all so terrifying, each second that passed was one second to many; her heart raced faster and faster, she wanted to run but her body would not listen to her. Once those gates opened, she had no problem moving, albeit against her will by raging winds that began to lift and pull her into the gates itself. Those same raging winds made it difficult for her to breathe, enough so that her throat started to close its air way. In an act in desperation she released her reiatsu.
Once it was released it also allowed her to catch, he breath, and stabilize herself against these raging winds; where looked directly at the new enemy that had took its steps out of the gate with a laugh that so ominous that it made her skin crawl. As she flew closer and closer to it, while it moved closer to her, readying itself for something.
"Tasty tasty little treats, standing in a row…”
She could hear the creature so clearly, as its voice echoed about, and its choice of words had brought concerns to hers, it didn’t just want devour her, it wanted the other shinigami, the Quincy and the humans who could not defend themselves against it. This thing needed to be taken down before it could cause its destruction.

Fear began to grip her, enough so that it had caused her hand to grip onto her zanpakutō so tight that it began to shake. though she wanted to swing her blade to end this living night mare before it could cause havoc, all it would take would be good clean swing at is neck. Nothing would survive with its head chopped off, be it shinigami, hollow, quincy or other wise, least that is what she thought.
Though she would never get that chance to find out if it would work as something pierced her clothing, causing her to look down in horror for that moment; Only to see an arrow wrap around her waist, while to others shot both her right arm and shoulder aiming to hit the Togabito, before the final arrow came to whisk her away, and in doing so she would see of all people Shinjitsu Kyo, to arrive, spouting out a battle plan that focused on him and requesting to remove the inhibitors placed upon him, before charging in.
While it was a good idea to remove the seals that were placed upon the man it was not a good idea to charge in without know what this thing can do. She be decided to look in the direction her arrows were taking her, once Omoni’s zan was launched after shin and opened up to swallow him, a terrifying sight, but she had a feeling he would be fine; in this short amount of time she found herself landing safely onto the ground in which she would breathe a sigh of relief, before using shunpo to move back to Omoni.
She had gotten back to Omoni and possibly Shinjitsu, at the tail end of the scolding. When she had arrived, she had a look that had her shaken, but it was fading thanks to Omoni’s reiatsu, it was purging her fear from her body; that doubt was now being replaced with confidence, as she came closer to Omoni.
“Lieutenant!”
There was a look to Omoni, one that her in thought, What was she thinking? To this Oyama blinked and looked at the Amazonian, before walking forward and passed the Lieutenant, stopping just a few meters ahead of her, before Oyama gripped her Zanpakutō with both hands before lifting it and pointing it directly at the Togabito.
“13th division is at your command, and we will follow your orders. ”
She wondered how they’ll work with the quincy, and how they work with close quarter combat users, Though for the future this would serve as who was capable at what. If they all survived this she would want a report from Both Katsuo and Shin.
“Hadō #11 Tsuzuri Raiden”
She didn’t want to waste time speaking the incantation of Hainawa, after all it failed her twice in the past, and she wasn’t going to try this time. Though Tzuzuri was a good alternative, she was preparing herself mentally to strike at her opponent if he came closer, readying to adjust her swing when necessary, or move around and charge forward if needed.

 

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The inferno of Hell’s red flame is suddenly juxtaposed by golden arrows of light, casted down from the heavens to smite the demonic creature that crawled from the depths of the underworld. Just as the fiendish being began to lick the unnatural lips of its ivory mask, these arrows snatch away its meal. In disappointment, his outstretched hand falls limp at his side. The chains which bind it rattle and grind against the ground as they pile up at his feet. Still, his red eyes, blank and expressionless, continue to stare on as the arrows make their way towards him in place of his tasty treat.
“Use ranged attacks, but only those that can control their arrows’ trajectory!”
Another Shinigami takes a page from the Togabito’s book, and arrives out of nowhere. Shouting orders at the Quincy who hide amongst the rooftops of Karakura, the Shinigami seems rather confident in his plan. Boldly, he leaps towards the Hell Gate, passing the rescued Oyama as he plunges himself deep into danger. The Togbaito’s posture changes, no longer slumped and disappointed, he looks excited once more, and while the teeth of his mask do not move, it seems almost as though he is smiling.
“Ask the Seretei to allow me to use my full power, to remove the seal. Also, use ranged attacks only and stay away from me until we are done with this.”
The little boy speaks to the little girl, giving orders to his superior as he lunges recklessly ahead. Following behind the path of the golden arrows, the Shinigami aims to bisect the Togabito. Nearly giddy with excitement, the fiend raises its hand once more, extending his fingers and opening his palm, as though to snatch the Shinigami by the head. It shows no fear, no sign of needing to dodge or defend against the Soul Reaper’s attack. No, the only signs it shows are those of gluttonous bliss.
Then, the Shinigami is stolen from the Togabito, being yanked back from his reach. A metallic creature engulfs the Shinigami protecting him from the fiends hunger. A zanpakuto, whose wielder has robbed the Togabito of his chance to feast, and now dares to speak.
“Want my advice?!”
The wielder roars, as her zanpakuto’s spines extend, following behind the Quincy's attack. As the Quincy’s golden arrows finish their flight, the Togabito crosses his arms in annoyance, disappointed at being denied another meal. He appears to remain still, as though the arrows were of no consequence to him, his only focus being on the taste he was denied. Though the golden arrows should have made contact, they never pierce the flesh of their target. Instead, they simply disappear.
Crunch
Crunch
Crunch
The Togabito’s teeth grind at some unknown substance in his mouth. He looks on at Omoni, listening to her words with arms still crossed, as he chews in frustration. The demonic being watches with blank eyes as the metallic tendrils extend towards him, warding him off of further pursuing the encased Shinigami. The tips of these tendrils disappear too, though being much larger than the arrows, the reason behind why is revealed. The very ends of these tendrils have been deprived of their spikes, replaced with distinctive teeth marks which carved through the metal like butter.
Crunch
Crunch
Crunch
The Togabito continues to chew on, slower now, having taken a bigger bite. His arms remain crossed, less out of frustration and more out of boredom. The Shinigami woman begins to retract her massive spike club, thinking her rescue attempt successful.
“You should go back where you came from.”
Suddenly, a wave of heat erupts from the gate, as though furnished by bellows. This inferno would burn anyone within the gate’s vicinity, turning the metal of Omoni’s Zanpakuto fiery red, with Shinjitsu still engulfed inside. His saving shield now turned to a fatal furnace. However, this is not the end of it.
If the inferno of heat was an exhalation of the atmosphere of hell, then what follows can only be described as the Hell Gate inhaling. The suctioning gust of air that had marked the arrival of the gate and lifted Oyama off her feet, now increases tenfold. It becomes a vortex of destruction with a pull so strong that the neighboring building begins to crumble to pieces and fly through the air. The debris moves with such velocity that anyone on the ground would be remiss not to watch their backs. Should either the Shinigami or the Quincy be hit by the rubble they would undoubtedly fall unconscious, their bodies following suit as they fly through the air and into hell.
Perhaps what is most pressing though, is that Omoni’s own Zanpakuto, being so close, would be unable to retreat back to its wielder. Instead, the club’s massive size works against it, acting as a game of tug of war, as it rapidly creeps towards Hell’s open maw. If Omoni somehow avoided the pull of the gate and obtained a foothold, then she would meet a dire choice. She can not shrink the club without crushing Shinjitsu, and she cannot release him without surrendering him to the Togabito. If she holds on, then her own footing would not hold, and she too would be yanked into hell. However, if she let go, then she would lose both Shinjitsu and her zanpakuto.
Oyama and the Quincy were no better off. The unexpected rush of wind happening so suddenly that they wouldn’t have much time to find a proper foot or handhold. Even if they did, their own strength would have to be greater than the very foundations of the metal, concrete, and brick buildings that surround them. Further, should they somehow be able to hold on, what was stopping their bodies from being ripped apart the same as their environment was?
Gulp
The Togabito finally swallows, consuming the remnants of Omoni’s Zanpakuto.
"Namakizu is such a tasty little morsel, dont’cha think, Omoniiiii?”
Somehow, the Togabito had obtained both the name of the Shinigami woman, as well as her zanpakuto.
“Lieutenant!”
The creature’s soulless red eyes turn now to face the other woman, the first victim of his arrival, who now rushes to Omoni’s side.
“13th division is at your command, and we will follow your orders. ”
The Togabito turns his head sideways, watching her with a cranked neck as she readies her zanpakuto and points it towards him.
"Oooooyama, Third Seeeat of Thirteenth Division. This city is your little playground now eyy? Can you tell me a little something? Pretty please?”
The already horrific atmosphere around the Togabito changes. A spike in spiritual pressure, not from the gate this time, but the creature itself. A small release of power brought on by an intensely burning hatred. To the Quincy, the creature’s unfathomable reiatsu would feel almost the same as a Hollow…almost. It is corrupted, distorted by the powers of hell beyond recognition, and yet the original scent of hollow still permeates.
“Hadō #11 Tsuzuri Raiden”
Oyama calls out, blasting forth a chain of lightning, which sizes and crackles as it heads towards the hellish monster. As before, he does not move, or brace himself for impact, no attempt to dodge appears to be made. Instead, the creature continues on, shouting above the cackling electricity.
"Where the hell is ARASHI SUTAAAAAAAA!?”
As the beast screams the name of Oyama’s predecessor, the mouth of its mask opens for the first time. It dislocates like the jaws of a marionette, revealing an endless black abyss within. The darkness of this void is instantly cancelled out however by a familiar golden light. The moment the Togbaito screams, hundreds of thousands of golden arrows erupt from its mouth. The divine weapon of the heavens turned into a tool of treachery. They appear exactly as Blume’s arrows had, and move with exactly the same speed and ferocity.
First, the golden arrows of light strike at the binding kido like a nail gun. Each arrow stabbing into the rope of lightning and piercing through it’s reishi composition, pinning it uselessly to the ground. Then they soar into the air, their numbers so dense that the light of their aura cancels out the night sky, making the city streets appear as though they are basking in sunlight. Then, like a flock of ferocious birds, they whistle through the air in every direction, surrounding every soul present in a three hundred and sixty degree attack. The onslaught of arrows seem unaffected by the gate’s unrelenting suction, obeying the will and whim of their new Togabito master. Just like Omoni’s zanpakuto, should the targets of these arrows go high, then they will follow, should they go low, the same would occur. Being completely surrounded, it’s more than likely that these poor victims will seek cover behind and around the flying debris of the city block. This would not matter, as the arrows would simply alter their trajectory, and follow their path until their target was hit.
Should any of the fools in Karakura this night be hit by even a single arrow of the Hell denizen’s assault, their bodies would be punctured through with a hole the size of a softball. Even should some of the Shinigami be able to survive such a wound, they could not survive a hundred fold, and nothing could survive a thousand.
In their efforts to rescue each other from the depths of Hell, they had instead condemned each other to an expedited trip.
After all, such is the price to pay for robbing Sword Eater of his meal.

 

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”Lets see just what we’re dealing with”

The blonde haired shinigami was trying to apologize, but Silas was already gone using hirenkyaku to disperse his image. He needed to get an actual look at this thing in all its hellish glory. These shinigami had done their job in the very least by detaining the hollow and that was all he needed. The visual confirmation was enough to keep him from simply dispatching of the beast for trespassing. Yet the arrival of the hell gate within Karakura was easily more pressing than the departure of these shinigami. This in turn led to Silas going straight to blume and his fellow quincy. These shinigami were sloppy almost like they lacked the discipline, what happened to their time honored training as their behaviors were embarrassing for even Silas to look at. It was like the time spent in the academy was tossed to the wind given their actions in his previous encounters with them just moments ago. Just as one of the shinigami from before arrived, Silas was already ahead of him and on the scene just as quick. When Blume fired her arrows Silas wasn’t going to stop her. She had the right idea creating as much good faith as possible was something he could understand. They truly weren’t much different when it boiled down to it yet here they were butting heads to rule the people. However just as things began to unfold and this blue hair shinigami was pulled from the fray, along came the sacrifice of the young man from before. Albeit even his sacrifice wasn’t exactly the brightest light in the night sky as even the accompanying shinigami seemed a little thrown with his machinations.
Things seem to be going according to plan until the inevitable response of the figure that stood before them comes forth. However amidst it all the arrival of Silas himself was not in vein as the sky above simply followed suit from his previous encounter. The sky above still under his influence flush with the presence of lightning. It was as if Silas had effectively turned the sky into a reservoir for his reiryoku almost like a tool of the quincy trade. So when things began to unfold before him once more those clouds above roared. Their form clearly represented a cumulonimbus as they loomed overhead as things carried on. It was clear everyone here even Fred and Dominic had good intentions with merely being here, yet now was the time to put those intentions to the test. Silas could only hope everyone intended to make it out with all their fingers and toes intact. This would only become apparent once the figure that stood before them began to unfold his own machinations. Consuming Blumes arrows, the shinigami’s own Zanpakuto, things were getting interesting to say the least. However when this figure started to spike his own spiritual essence and have it wash over the land in hopes of striking fear, that was when Silas was most observant. He knew this type of spike was a precursor to what was coming next.
Even as Silas’ storm bellowed overhead and their newfound combatant from hell continued to the tail end of his ramblings. Silas had already put things in motion amidst the figure talking and the accompanying shinigami steadying themselves in the light of this foe, Silas removed several seele schneider from underneath his blazer totalling three collectively. In those moments as things began to unfold as each shot rang out in rapid succession This was even amidst his attempt at raining down death from every angle. What this figure would find instead was a combination of things. First thing that came was the collective mediation of the arrows that blotted out the sky amidst Silas’ continuing storm overhead. They were like thousands of metal rods as they prepared to rain down and the doors suction began. The end result of such a thing was likely to be something of a sight to behold. Rather than interacting in the same nature that they had with the shinigami’s kido they couldn find that the lightning that lashed out above was daisy chaining them together, violently at that. This meant rather than being left to their machinations they would be overcharged in the same sense that phone batteries exploded. They would likely swell and burst before they even made contact and even in this if figure found himself trying to seize control they would be met with equal opposing force of Silas’ own. The seele schneider he had fired would be pulling on any ambient reishi, as well as that of the oncoming arrows as they were aimed to strike the togabito simultaneously. One aimed for center mass, the other straight into his skull, and the last aimed straight for his arm.
This would in turn mean these arrows would either swell and burst into nothing but ambient reishi or be siphoned down to merely nothing. As long as the cloud above lingered overhead Silas was going to bring the full might of his ability down on the togabito. When Silas moved so did the storm and all the devastation that came with it. The quincy were clearly better equipped to deal with the togabito than they were given their current behavior. Of course Silas was more than poised to remove himself from harm's way with the help of hirenkyaku. Its simple concept more than helpful when it came to dealing with the oncoming debris allowing him to anchor himself while also effectively weaving between them as a whole. The larger chunks of course more of an immediate threat than the smaller pieces, but as things continued he tried to remain aware of them all. Applying equal resistance and speed in order to ensure he wasn’t simply pulled into the maw of hell itself. Although Silas didn’t say it he was going to let Blume attempt to take the lead on the overall encounter. It was only fair as he and the shinigami from Naruki had done the leg work then.

 

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There was but a moment of calm before everything erupted into hell quite literally once again. Katsuo and the other Unseated members of Division thirteen around him had been left behind by the eager and disobedient Shinjitsu Kyo, who'd disregarded the new orders and went for the current largest threat, just as this… hollow attempted to escape his Zanpakuto's chilling grasp. Once Katsuo yanked the freezing zan upward from his portal the hollow was trying to escape into, the Hollow's escape would prove futile, for his flesh was stuck hard onto Eikōgitsune's cold sister.
"Shinji, wait!"
But Katsuo was too late. He and a few others ran ahead toward the gates of hell and the togabito, as the hell gate started a second wind of sucking everything. Some of the unseated collapsed, and started being pulled through, others were holding onto one another and establishing their spiritual pressure, at least until some pieces of nearby buildings started to crumble and fly toward them. Katsuo had to think quickly.
"Form rank and listen, we need this hollow transferred out of here and to the soul Society. You and you."
He said, pointing to two members who looked terrified beyond belief but Katsuo shook his own fears to tough it out for all of them.
"Bakudo Number one, Sai!"
He said, placing the sai on the hollow to prevent it from escaping again as he painfully pulled his blade from it's back. The pain would be excruciating, as if your flesh and muscles were being ripped apart.
"Bakudo number 4, Hainawa!"
The two Unseated went to either side of the hollow and wrapped this kido rope around his waist and arms on either side. The three of them had successfully captured the target for Lieutenant Hageshi. Katsuo would look to another Unseated.
"Tell Lieutenant Hageshi and Oyama Hoshi, that 4th seat Katsuo Oda has the Hollow in custody, and is transporting it through a Senkaimon,"
he said to the Shinigami. The young woman nodded, listening intently.
"Tell them, I will be back, With backup hopefully, and tell them to try and hold out as long as they can, to work with the quincy… because as of right now, it may be our only hope of making out of this, alive."
He wasn't wrong there. As of the moment, numbers didn't matter, only strength did, and currently, all of the seated members in Karakura town… still had their limiters on.
Katsuo began his mission, to deliver the captured hollow to his brother's Division, and hopefully the Kido corps for proper containment of the creature. Hopefully it will not attempt escape anymore. Katsuo moved his head motioning for the other two Unseated to follow him, along with three others for backup. The other Unseated left in the direction of the Togabito and Oyama Hoshi.
"Oyama-san! Lieutenant Hageshi! 4th Seat Katsuo Oda is taking the captured Hollow to the Soul Society. He said, and I quote, "I will be back, with backup hopefully." Let's hope he makes it a reality."
Said the Unseated before he drew his Zanpakuto and awaited orders from either. They were there to help, even if some were holding onto things to keep from being sucked in. One poor girl had a hand on her friend before he was smacked by a piece of rubble, and sent flying into hell. All she had left of him; his right arm.
Meanwhile; Katsuo had the three other Shinigami with him set up the Senkaimon as they kept an eye out for potential debris, once it was fully operational they began their transport, bat hollow in tow. This hollow was lucky. He'd get to see a place not many of his kind survive to get to. Soon; Katsuo will be able to drop this… beast off with proper protection and imprisonment. He sent a heads up to Divisions One, Four, and Five using his Soul Phone.

Quote:"We have a Code Red in Karakura town, 3rd Seat Oyama Hoshi and Lieutenant Omoni Hageshi of 13th and 4th is currently confronting a Togabito. 4th seat Katsuo Oda of 13th and five Unseated members are going through a Senkaimon back to Division 5 with a captured Hollow that Lt. Hageshi needs. I request any available Shinigami assist in the elimination of the target. WARNING; Quincy in the area, DO NOT engage them.

Katsuo would then with the Unseated, dash toward the other end of the Senkaimon, where hopefully some division five members were standing at the ready. He needed to go back through, and fast. He didn't know how long his friends and the Lieutenant would last.
Karakura Town>>>Division 5 Senkaimon Gate

 

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"Not the slightest idea man. But if I had to guess... We just have to kill whatever came out of it to close it... Maybe... What're you thinkin' boss lady? Got a plan of attack for this one?"
“We make the first move.”
To this his smile grew as Blume readied herself and loosed her arrows. Four to be exact, and with that a shinigami took off, spouting out something but he could not hear; only seeing the short black and white haired shinigami charge in, using the arrows as cover. His plan seemed suicidal at best, going into hells gates without know what this thing can do. He could say he was foolish for going head first into Fight Klaus but the difference was the that monster wasn’t there to fight them, he was there to feast upon those who could not defended themselves. This however was different This monster wanted fight and kill anyone who was able to defend itself.
Fredrick wasn’t the only one to see this, the Amazonian had moved captured him in her zanpakutō. While arrows made their mark but nothing happened even the attack that followed from the Amazonian had no effect. He was curious about this as he didn’t say a word to anyone before finally turning around and looking towards Dominic, as he reached behind himself to grab onto several gintō before tossing it too him.
To Fred, Dominic was the least equipped here, while he had no doubt that the man was capable, it wouldn’t hurt to give him another tool to use; even if it was at the expense of his own it was going to be used either way, it’ll be useful to have it used at a different angle.

Fred only smiled at the group, as his Singende Säge began to form, without saying a word he used a hirenkyaku to move himself towards the Shinigami, as he got closer to group of shinigami he noted the heat was becoming more intense. The winds were also aiming to suck him with the buildings in the surrounding area that were breaking apart, and sent flying towards the gate and the Togabito; so he stopped just shy of 50 meters away from the shinigami and above them by another 50; here the pull was less stronger and easy enough to anchor himself to the small Reshi platform he created at his feet. As he did so the Togabito decided to fire back against everyone, releasing the arrows up into the air. To this he gathered a large amount of Reshi, pulling it behind him before it transferred over to gun and in quick succession pulled the trigger.
“RATATATATATA”
The sound of his gun began to roar, as large wave of bullets was expelled from his gun. enough so that the light began change once more, from the false daylight of Blume’s arrows to the traditional quincy blue of his bullets. What he unleased was a Licht Regen, one of his favorites as it covered a large area, and was fast enough to cover the distance between himself and all the arrows. Those golden arrows that came close to the shinigami and himself were met with his bullets. Clashing against one another like sparks flying off of metal, it was only thanks to sheer number of bullets unleased that they were able to over power the golden arrows. Though still he was not done, his finger was still on the trigger, and he now aimed to shoot the arrows that were meant for anyone else other then the shinigami; though by now the arrows were further way, making it more difficult for his bullets to come in contact with. Only destroy a good size portion and allowing small amounts through.
Fred was concerned that the bullets he launched would be consumed by the beast and launched back at them, so he reached behind him and pulled out a gintō and a seele schneider from his belt. sliding the gintō directly into the barrel of his Singende Säge; causing a bright glow to appear in the barrel of gun indicating he was ready to release hail of bullets from licht regen once more, though he kept his finger off the trigger, but readying to fire at a moments notice. After all he didn’t want accidently hit the shinigami. The seele schneider he held was to gather Reshi, along with a useful defense measure if the Togabito decided to get close.
Truth be told Fredrick was excited at the opportunity to fight along side other quincy and shinigami. He never would have had this opportunity had he not chosen to leave his family home.