[BSD-RP] Human World: Karakura Town

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The lady, out of all the men there was the first to go for his throat, quite literally. He comedically held his hands up to show he meant no harm at all. He doubted she would let him go after he'd seen what he'd seen, and it was apparent Fredrick nor Avillo would intervene. He'd heard the woman call him a pest, hell of a thing to say to a potential customer… what was her problem? He'd also overhear something about Naruki City being in trouble, which didn't settle right with him either. His family, the only people he had left in his life, lived in Naruki as well, Haruka's school was there, and there was no telling if Kazuki made it back to the restaurant. He'd show the woman he wasn't a pest, just a person being ultimately shoved into her world, still unsure if he wanted it. Actually… he'd been a part of this… strange spiritual world since birth.
Tsukune could see the spirits throughout his high school years, and was always considered the weird kid, because of his strange white hair and dark green eyes. Kazuki was his only friend. It wasn't until the two were older that Tsukune realized, Kazuki could see those ghouls and goblins too. Their first fight, Kazuki slammed the concrete of a street sign he picked up into the masked creature that had chased Tsukune down the city street. The creature slammed Kazuki back with a vengeance and nearly killed the man, which angered Tsu for the first time. Since then he's been angrily fighting off those beasts, slowly getting his powers stronger. However, he neglects to understand or learn what exactly these powers came from. He hadn't seen anyone else with them until… Avillo.
"miss… I just wanted to buy some flowers for my friend's little girl…. But…apparently something has happened in Naruki City… I live there, so please. Let me go so I can protect the people I love and care about.."
Anyone could understand that feeling, but just to show her he wasn't just a normal person like she thought, he flared his own energy, causing his heatwave to grow slightly hotter than the heel to his throat.
"I'm sorry I don't have time for this anymore.."
He'd say in a sincere manner, before flipping his feet up to try and kick her in the butt to get free from her hold, then get his shopping bag, dash down the stairs and literally run to Naruki City.
If he got free he would try the flash step Avillo had apparently perfected, trying to get to Naruki city fast. please be okay… please be okay! he thought, trying to put reiryoku into his feet to do the thing. Finally it would happen, in shorter strides, but it worked. He'd try to make it all the way to Naruki, all while removing his trusted frying pan from the shopping bag. As he flashed, unleashing his energy would make his pan grow, the end of the handle, and the skillet itself busting into an orange flame.

Attempt to Karakura Town >>>>> Naruki City​

 

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“Breathe, or you’ll miss your mark.”

She hated that look he gave. It was apparent that he was like the rest of the party that had just departed. With her hands on her hips, she could feel the pressure that he tried to counter hers with and listened as he rambled on. The presence in the next city, she was well aware of, but it wasn’t her problem to deal with. She had no attachments as they did.
What was amusing was the kick he tried to land, but with a single skated step back, it was easily avoided, and the men that held him down just stood by their lady and watched as the white-haired intruder leave, much Blume’s satisfaction. She’d had enough for today. With three -- no, four -- new parties to her knowledge, Blume had work to do, and people to keep out of her store.
“Shut the place down for good. We’ll need to relocate. While I enjoy the short walk from school to work, it seems that I’ll have to walk a little extra.”
It was clear that three out of the four men that she met today were more considerate of her side when it came to dealing with the boy from earlier, or maybe they didn’t want to get involved any further. Ah, well, it didn’t matter anymore. In a rush, they all went to go and play the hero. Weighing her options, Blume figured that keeping the other Quincy in her circle would be beneficial. He seemed to come from a lower-class family, but the purity of the blood running through his veins was unknown to her. As for the other three: they made her skin crawl. The presence they exuded was uncomfortable, and to be in such proximity, Blume felt as if she needed to be doused in a pool of holy water.
A car pulled up in front of the shop as she stood inside the shop. With the door propped open, she waited for her attendants to deal with the damages and gather the valuables into the car. One stood to the side, and she addressed him.
“What are the Elders’ orders?”
“You are free to do as you please, though they would prefer your safety until a possible candidate is found for you.”
They had yet to drive off from the shop. With a huff, Blume could see a puff of smoke in front of her. It was rather cold now, but that was probably due to the external forces that were a city over. Their opponent was powerful.
Would they be fine?
Ah, that Quincy man practically crumbled under her pressure… But his friend, that Avillio one. Maybe he was strong? Tapping her foot against the cobblestone pavement in front of her store, Blume looked off in the direction of Naruki City and stared for an extended period. She rubbed her gloved hands against her jeans and just listened to the silence as she concentrated. After much deliberation, Blume stepped inside of the car, though not before giving out the last order.
“Bring me my uniform.”

 

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“Breathe, or you’ll miss your mark.”

The drive back home was silent other than the news she was watching on her phone. There was a monster who had shown face in Naruki City, and everything was beginning to freeze over. That cold chill she'd felt earlier was nothing compared to the damage she saw on that screen. It was chaotic, and she was sure that those three that had rushed over had their hands full. Normal humans wouldn't dare get involved.
That other Quincy... Would he fare well against that power? That one from beneath her heel nearly burst from the neck. Had she been heartless enough, his body would be found nowhere as if this time. A heavy sigh followed. She didn't expect for her plans to be suddenly pushed so far ahead. She figured that she would've had enough time to gather the rest of her pieces before she finalized her stand, but it was now or never at this point.
“My lady, please understand, this is for your own good!”
Blume wasn’t listening. After arriving in front of the Diamante Estate, she was greeted by an attendant that took care of the Diamante Elders. His greeting would have been much lighter, but word had already traveled of the fiasco at the flower shop. The creaking of the front door sounded until it clicked with a close, disturbing the silent abode. The said attendant was at her heels with every step until they had hassled a few steps ahead of her, but to no avail did they succeed in stopping her.
She pushed past the attendant and fled to her room, where at least one competent person was listening to her. Her uniform was laid out on the bed and ready to put on. She changed as swiftly as she could, stripping out of her casual clothes and replacing them accordingly. From the dark splash of colors, they were replaced by fabrics of alabaster white. And around her hips sat a brown belt and holster, made for carrying a simple set of weaponry catered to her use.
The young Diamante heiress stared at herself in the standing mirror, eyes roaming over her figure. Her gloved hands drew up and down her sides, feeling the curves and folds of her clothes. Sometimes, she wondered what would’ve happened if she didn’t possess his unnatural ability. Her cerulean orbs locked onto the fingertips and followed every stitch and crease woven into the abyssal fabric. Those nimble fingers caressed the skin of her face, squishing supple flesh and pulling at it. And as fast as she slipped into her trance, she came out of it and headed for the door.
The drastic change was immediately noticed once she emerged from her room once more, and the attendant stood outside, waiting, and guards at his side. It was a bit of a standoff, but her orbs had yet to waver. While she respected her elders and by proxy, their attendants and other workers, this was not one of those times she would take no for an answer.
“Take me to them, Bradley.”
…
“My lady… I’ll take you, but please, your safety comes first.”
That breath that she held on to finally let go, and she was escorted down a long corridor, the sound of her heels echoing against the walls. From the corner of her eye, she could see two heads peering out from an extending hallway. As usual, her two sisters were always in her business.
“In trouble again, Blume?”
“When is she not in trouble?”
“I see that you two never change. Always talking, but never doing a thing.”
“You little--”
“Bitch!”
By the time that they were ready to say something else, Blume had already slipped into the room where the elders were waiting impatiently at that. She managed to slip in a rather crude gesture before she completely disappeared. The doors closed behind her, and Bradley continued his escort. The two guards stood outside of the room to keep anyone else from entering.
She didn’t want to argue. It couldn’t even be called arguing; her sisters would dig into her, and she’d offer nothing up to them other than reminding them of their virtual uselessness. She hated playing that card, but they forced her hand more times than once. The elders and their parents would always be behind her, in every choice she made, for the better, even if it meant abandoning the other children.
“My lady, you never cease your childish antics with them. When do you think that will stop?”
“Whenever they decide to grow up.”
“This type of upbringing spells villainhood for those two.”
“Those two couldn’t handle something if it were given to them on a silver platter, Bradley. I know it. You know it. Mother and father know it.”
Just before Bradley could get another word in, a light shone on Blume and she squinted a bit. Hustling forward, the family attendant held his arm out towards her and announced her arrival. Two rows of lights lit up a pathway one after the other until a solitary line shone directly into the center. Blume treads along the illuminated path and found herself in the center, her hands sitting directly behind her back when a voice boomed, raspy and hissing in distaste.
“Blume Diamante. You have violated the laws of our family by getting involved with outsiders, letting them attack you, and then merely letting them go unscathed! The property was damaged, and if we didn’t possess the pull of the police force, the damages you caused would’ve been blown out of proportion. You’ve put not only the Diamante Family at stake but our bloodline as well. We should confine you back to that room until your marriage is set in stone!”

“You wouldn’t dare to.”
“Ungrateful child! You think-”
“I don’t think, Grand Elder, I know. If that were the case, you wouldn’t have allowed me to step foot outside of this manor from the day I walked.”
There was silence after such a daring statement. Blume removed her hands from behind her back and brushed back a stray lock that blocked her view of the open darkness. She'd been summoned here more often than not, for trivial things at most, like her grades falling beneath 98. She was well aware of the consequences when she performed them. She kept safe for seventeen long years. The girl was just a few months shy of her coming of age. Throughout these years, a suitable suitor to help her sire an heir hadn't been found since an arranged marriage had been introduced nearly seven years ago.
“Blume, do you not appreciate what we have done for you by letting you free as is? We want the best for our lineage, and you throwing yourself into danger will not be acceptable, especially for entities that wouldn't aid us in present nor future.”
“I've never said this, Grand Elder. Everything that I've done, I've been groomed for, and have done it in the name of Diamante. However, we'll never be able to expand our stronghold if it's insisted of me sitting idly and looking presentable. Me possessing this amount of power is wasted if I do nothing.”
"So what do you suggest? To allow you to run willy-nilly like a Hure?"
Blume's power had suddenly spiked. Though only for an instant, it had left cracks beneath her feet, and the building rattled. Those observing steadied their stance from the disturbance, and murmurs spread around like wildfire at the display of ferocity. The Grand Elder recovered, though much more enraged. He would've continued if Blume hadn't held her hand up towards his body. Despite being in the dark, Blume's release of reiatsu had given her the positions of the individuals in the room. Directly in front of her was where the Grand Elder lay in wait.
“Allow me to make this clear, Grand Elder. While I respect you, your head will fall from your shoulders should another slur escape your withering lips.”
...
“We've come to an understanding then. As for my suggestion, it is no longer just that. I'm carrying out a plan, regardless of your gracious approval or not. I'm no longer satisfied by becoming a breeder for the future. I've thought carefully, and I know that power excites you all; that greediness you felt after learned of me is what spared my life. I need outsiders; followers that will put their lives in my hands. I can not get what I need by staying within these walls.”
"...What is your end goal?"
Ah, that was the golden question that she waited for. Blume spread her arms out to her sides, hands raised to the skies. Her end goal had been in the works since she learned of her family wanting to arrange a marriage for her. She wouldn't dare to become a simple housewife after the hell they put her through. She would have to work. Blume would work until she bled; until exhaustion was the only way to fall asleep. Her bones cracked and her muscles tore. The frail body she was given at birth was honed and toned day in and day out until she couldn't get it wrong any longer. She became as powerful as she was to make her own decisions against the people who had put her in this position in the first place. And she would go beyond that, for the better of herself.
Power is what makes the world go round.
She had learned that firsthand.
“To become the Empress.”

 

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“Breathe, or you’ll miss your mark.”

“Empress… EMPRESS! The girl’s gone mad! She’s gone… mad… mad… I t-tell… ”
There was a squelching sound taking over the room. Everyone went silent, wondering just what the Grand Elder had meant to finish. Liquid trickled, slow and steady. It fell into a rhythm. A metallic smell filled the air, a scent familiar to those that dealt their hands on the dark side, even for the slightest moment.

THUD
In that ever silent space, chaos roared, and the room lit up. Blume was busy adjusting her sleeve, fixing the cuff to straighten out her uniform, eyes long gone from the prize. Not more than three feet sat the head of the Grand Elder, face contorted into pain and realization merely a second too late. Blood streamed from the carcass that leaned back against the spliced throne. It poured from the throne and dribbled onto those marble floors she favored so much.
To each side of the throne sat three individuals, eyes wide with horror of the scene before them. They glanced in between Blume at the beheaded, wondering if they were next, but she did her best to ease their spirits.
“Do not worry. I kept my word; he did not. Nothing will come to harm the rest of you, because I still need you. This family just needed a change of position.” Within looking up, Blume had tilted her head off towards the right. “Mother, if you’ll please.”
A low whistle sounded, and in came the thunderous booming of boots pounding against the elegant floors. A squad of four, burly individuals came in bearing a new throne, pristine and shining, the fluorescent lights reflecting off the smooth finish. Another pair fell into step behind them, dressed in black as they began the cleaning process and removal. Like generations before, the Grand Elder would get his funeral and cremation, only to be framed in the walls like his forefathers.
They were in and out, quickly, the rustic scent being replaced by pine from the scented cleaning products. A new home always came with a fresh smell. Where he once resided, the Matron and current family head, Lilie Diamante, now sat. Dressed in white, the current Mistress looked down at her daughter with a warm gaze. Pride to have seen her come so far. The outcome was long overdue, and despite being rushed, it couldn’t have gone any better.

“I, Lilie Diamante, will henceforth be registered as the new Grand Elder, and withdraw from my position as the Head of the House. Are there any objections?”
Peering out of her peripherals, Lilie could see the pale faces that sat at her sides, lowered their heads, and place their right fist against the center of their chest. Others within the room, such as the four guardsmen, Bradley, the newly emerged Kuno Diamante, and now the two oldest children, mimic their postures. Blume had followed suit, a glint in her eyes as she and her mother locked their gaze. From the depths of their souls, they bellowed.
“TO THE GRAND ELDER, WE CONFIDE! FOR THE DIAMANTE, WE PERSIST!”
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Their fists pounded against their chest, for the trinity, and the charm. Heads rose, and those six individuals took their seats once more without question. Pale faces clashed against the rosy-tone of Lilie's skin from being flushed. She'd waited for this day since they all had dared to go forth with a ludicrous idea. Fear was influential as it was dangerous. And the things they feared? Meaningless. Death was to be feared, as was a new life. A loss should be feared, as should exponential growth, but a child? An infant, something so small and feeble, should not be feared. The outcome of that infant's future should be feared. The environment in which they grow should be feared.
They made a demon with the appearance of a saint, and obedience was taken for weakness. Fear fueled those responsible for the outcome, and their worst desires came to fruition. The wolf in sheep's skin had revealed its true nature, and she had merely taken a bite of her prey.
“Blume Diamante, will you accept the role as the Head of the House, and receive the title of Mistress Diamante to perform your duties accordingly?”
Holding that position with her fist against her heart, Blume lowered her head once more and pounded against her chest, thrice concerning her new position and title. Beneath her locks, those large aqua orbs shined with excitement, but her expression did not match, keeping the meeting as it was supposed to have been: professional.
The crowds soon trickled out, and all that was left was the seven elders and Blume once more. There was much left to discuss...
A new order was set in stone. Everything that happened in this house would not go unnoticed. Kuno Diamante was still in charge of finances and other topics regarding the growth of their company and individual dealings. Both Kosmos and Kamelie learned quickly of their place once they had tried to argue against the Grand Elder, and were assigned to separate branches between Karakura Town and overseas. Blume was given the okay at the renovation of her new flower shop. It would have been strange if she'd suddenly gone off track regarding her teenage lifestyle.
Those large doors had opened once more for her, and down the steps, she went. The car was at the ready, raring to go as they waited for their lady-- no, their Mistress, to enter. With all that time wasted in the discussion, things had gotten considerably worse in such a short amount of time. That chill from miles down the lane was growing stronger as it inched into the Karakurua city limits. Naruki City News was still live, more or less, but being forced distances away from the chaotic rampage of Santa Klaus and those fighting against them. While normal humans couldn't see the spiritual entity, individuals like Blume could, but one would have to be stupid to set this as a natural phenomenon. Blume already knew of three individuals that had fled to go and save their homes. She could feel them even from such a distance away, but there were several more impeding on the party.
“Ah... this isn't good. Maybe taking the car wasn't as fast as I thought it would be.”
Opening the window to her right, Blume had peeked her head out. There was nobody walking within the streets, or at least was remotely close to her position. After confirming her surroundings, she tapped her escort on the shoulder and caught his attention. Looking through the rearview mirror, he could see that the new Head of the House was smiling before she climbed up and out through the window, startling him. The car swerved and Blume steadied herself as best as she could before releasing a concentrated amount of reiryoku and focusing it around her feet. To the skies she soared, gathering a breathtaking view that most people would be unable to witness. In the direction of Naruki, she turned, squinting at the city and its overwhelming presence. One foot after the other, the young Quincy skated across the skies towards the events unfolding in front of her. She'd already made a promise not to step in unless completely necessary.
From the scouts surrounding the area, reports flooded in on just what and who was causing the disturbance. The Diamante Forge wasn't limited when it came to resources. They got information when they called for it, and it would always be more than what they could ask for.
Those harsh winds blew against Blume's face, wrestling against her hair and clothes. The distance was bearable but had she continued to drive, there was no telling just what the end result could be if they didn't succeed. There was no telling if Karakura was next, and if they fell, Blume would have to come into play.
Karakura Town ———————————— traveling to ———————————— Naruki City

 

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===Traveling=from=Naruki City==to==Karakura Town===
A sudden crack of lightning would expose any with the knowledge for it that he was back near Blume's Flower shop. The Hanaben. Avi would avoid the place for now, since they disturbed the place before, it was for the best he thought. Continuing on the road, the night was clear of all civilians and the like. The occasional bike rider or person in a car. With his hands in his pockets he would walk block by block, only three until he was at the street he parked his motorcycle. Within another street he was finally there. Jogging up to his bike he would reach his hands around the seat, following the edge until a small 'click' pops, resulting in the seat coming off.
Here Avillio pulled out a black v-neck T-shirt. Dragging it over his torso he quickly put it on. Reaching in again he pulled out a black leather jacket and pulled it over his arms one at a time, tugging it tight against his back, and zipping it up just to the middle of his torso. The entire time Avillio was picturing the faces he had seen with his false eye. Memorizing their reiatsu, and other characteristics. There was no doubt about it. Fullbingers, Shinigami, and Quincy had all just defeated an unknown enemy. More so they almost did it together. This should be a step towards unison of races, yet, Avillio was disturbed by this. The shinigami are trained to purify Hollow, yet there was no Purification done to Avillio's knowledge. The Quincy are sworn to destroy hollow, and in the middle lay Avillio and his kind. Enemies bound to destroy each other by fate. Yet, they share a night of victory and merriment or so it seems.
Before he knew it Avillio was speeding down the highways without even remembering when he got on and started his bike. Where was he going? Even he himself had no idea. Tonight was strange, and jarring. It wasn't until he was driving high into the mountains and skidding to a stop in front of a memorial shrine that he finally knew. He laid his bike down as it skidded to the rail. Rolling off and then continuing to roll until his bike tipped up right and over coming to a halt, Avi's own body had spun into the gravel coming to a stop with a THUD THUD THUD THUD ! Finally as he lay on his back and stare into the night sky. Sighing and ignoring the pain from the tumble, Avi sat up and looked up towards the memorial shrine.
His eye recoiling, a twinge of pain. Avillio gripped the sides of his head like he was struck with a blunt object. He clenched his body and then his artificial eye would glow with a deep green. His mind flashing with everything it saw tonight. Rewinding and going forth, Avillio recalled it all. Fred and Tsukane in the strange place, Yet he also saw what happened with his physical body standing still. With this though came all of the bodies. The children, and people who had no part, not even the sense of what was happening. No doubt headlines of some freak accident happening and blowing apart buildings. Political parties would blame one another, people would get into petty squabbles, and all of it wouldn't matter because these innocents were killed. These types of feelings Avillio can glide past in the moment, but using the abilities of his eye of reality bring out everything at once.
" L I E S !!!! "
Avillio would scream while he grabbed the sides of his head. Tears streaming out of his real eye, and blood streaming out of his artificial eye. He would look into the memorial statue's eyes and continue to shout. " It's all lies! The same as what happened to my brother. All these people care about is who did it, when it happens! Never about who it happened too! I'm sick of it! You shinigami are sworn to protect these people! How many souls will have the same fate as mine or my brothers because of your inaction! " He finally stops, His hands go from hanging in the air and pointing at the sky to slamming into the ground over and over. " This has to change. I'm going to change it."
Avi stands in silence now, Taking out his phone he looks up Fred's phone number. Tapping his name and then tapping the message icon. Avillio writes out;

[i][b]" Give the other Fullbringer my phone number. "[/b][/i]

Avi hit's send and then shoves the phone back in his pocket. Wiping the mix of tears and blood from his face he walks over to his bike. Picking it up he walks it over to the road before getting back on. Turning the key once more the bike roars to start. Before heading back to town Avi would get a cigarette from the leather jacket's pocket. Although bent from his fall they were still fine, lighting it and nearly smoking half of it in the first drag, Avi would then lean into the bike and let go of the brake. Speeding into back down the mountain, smoke trailing behind him.