[BSD-RP] Human World: Karakura Town

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護廷十三隊
Two Months Later

 

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In the ever-expanding sands of Hueco Mundo, a Garganta opens up and spits out a large and heavily injured gorilla type Hollow. It hits the sand with a thud and of the many denizens of Hueco Mundo two quickly approach the downed beast, a snake and scorpion Hollow. The gorilla breathes heavily, its right arm seemingly was blown off by some tremendous force, a deep crater in its torso that has crushed its innards and a caved-in right eye. The two Hollows that gathered before him start to laugh, mocking the beast.
"Ha! Looks like you ran into one hell of a Shinigami!" The snake Hollow taunts.
"I'm surprised he even let you go at all!! Hahaha!" The scorpion contributes only adding insult to the grievous injuries."
The gorilla continues panting and takes a deep breath before shouting at the two would-be jesters.
"SHUT UP! A SHINIGAMI DID NOT DO THIS TO ME!"
His deep bellowing voice and his odd statement brought silence to the other two Hollows. This group was clearly some sort of pack, working together to compensate for the other's weaknesses and the gorilla is their pack leader or alpha. After his shout to grab the attention of the other two the beast began to cough up blood and the two noticed that their powerful leader was on his last leg. His coughing fit ends, his eyes gaze at his companions and what he tells them is not only a recount of his visit to The World of The Living but also a warning so that they may steer clear of it.
"There are monsters among the humans. Monsters that won't flinch at the sight of us and... Monsters that beat you down just for fun..."
His companions look at each other and back to him. He takes a deep rattling breath and does his best to suppress any oncoming coughing fit so that he may tell his comrades how he ended up in this dying state...
It was an early night in the human world perhaps around 10 PM or so and around this time the gorilla Hollow was out looking for a human soul or two to feed on as a snack. He scanned a residential area looking for any human loitering outside their home or out on some late-night snack run and that is when he spots it, a target prime for the killing. A young male jogging alone at night and the route he was running would allow the Hollow to claim his soul without causing much of a fuss. Despite his size and strength this gorilla Hollow had never had a run-in with a Shinigami and preferred to keep things that way for as long as possible. He stalks the dark-haired male and much to his liking the male turns off into a nearby residential park, this prey couldn't get any easier. Losing sight of him for only a moment due to the trees the Hollow moves quickly to regain his visual on him and spots him standing still in a grass clearing, a sort of clearing used for those who enjoy a nice picnic in the grass with a blanket. A light was illuminating the male's face but not enough to get a clear visual on his facial features, perhaps one of those communication devices they carry because within a moment the light was gone and he stuffed the object back into his pocket. Grinning from ear to ear the gorilla moved in closer, ready to go for the kill when the human suddenly turned around to face him, the human's face shrouded by shadows. The Hollow froze, could this human see him or was this just a mere coincidence? No time to think! Just attack! And attack he did by throwing a punch with his right arm.
He aimed to kill the human before he could scream and draw attention to the area and by killing him with a simple punch he'll expel no Reiatsu and remain hidden from patroling Shinigami. Events would not play out like he hoped the would as the first thing he felt from his punch was his middle finger knuckle breaking followed by the metacarpal bone of the same finger, one of the bones located in the middle of the hand, breaking and collapsing in on itself. It must be understood that this happened in the mere blink of an eye but the pain came in segments for the Hollow and he felt each wave of it as if it were happening in slow motion. The next wave of pain arrived at his bicep and the humerus bone. The bone breaks and begins shifting backward with the bone cutting into the bicep itself, not long after this the tendons snap skin tears, fur is torn and the arm is blown off. In shock from what happened for that brief moment the Hollow buckles over in pain, grasping its now lost right arm, however, buckling over was a mistake. A blow to the right side of its face came next, destroying a part of its mask and caving in the right eye socket altogether. A new pain means a new reaction is given and attention is drawn to that new pain with the Hollow raising up to grab at its face. This time it takes notice of the human's next move as the dark-haired male steps forward, his right arm pulled back, coiled like a snake ready to strike. The gorilla begins to move back to avoid the strike but the force of the blow generates a small concussive wave that instantly craters the Hollow's torso region. The force of the blow sends him sliding back along the ground and panic begins to set in for the beast forcing him to retreat back to Hueco Mundo with all haste. The last thing he hears from the male is...
*Tsk* "The asshat is running away... Whatever."
Having told his story to his two comrades he coughs a bit more as his body begins to disintegrate. His comrades look on with horror not knowing what exactly it is they should do or even say at this point.
"Don't go to the living world... Monsters... Live there..."
With that final warning, the gorilla collapses into the sand and vanishes from their sight. Not knowing what else to do they run, they run as far away from that spot as they can and they will head their fallen comrade's warning and stay far away from The World of the Living.

Fight and Fight again
Present-day, those recounted events occurred just over a week ago and the "monster" that was spoken about was none other than a 19-year-old mixed martial artist who has only recently hit the professional scene and racked up three victories. Being part of the undercard he doesn't have much of a spotlight on himself, yet. The small following he does have of the few hundred people who follow him on social media came from his amateur run which started when he was about 13. The name of this young man, who is currently jogging through the town of Karakura is Dominic Kaiser aka the "monster" as dubbed by a now long-dead Hollow. While he jogs he takes care not to bump into anyone or put himself in their way, at crosswalks he jogs in place and during all this, he listens to a variety of energetic music through his earbuds to pump himself up even more than he naturally is. While his jogging is innocent in appearance he mentally trains himself, an example of this is what if the man in front of him turns and comes at him with a knife, how will he react and respond? His options are limitless but he opts for a simple Judo takedown that ends with a vicious downward strike to their face. The last part is overkill but he would rather be safe than sorry. He loses himself as he jogs, listening to his workout playlist and finds himself at the Karakura River. He stops jogging for the first time since he left home taking in the view and the breeze. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a smartphone to check the time. He nods to himself a few times and looks around to find a suitable spot to sit down and watch highlights from MMA tournaments and matches around the world, a simple pass time he rather enjoys.

Dominic came to Japan within the last month, unable to find the next opponent he wanted to try and soak in some more Japanese Martial Arts. Using his winnings from his last match his uncle and he made the trip to Karakura town and rented a decent-sized two-bedroom apartment. Dominic is humble enough to enjoy his current living arrangement, as long as he can focus on the next fight he'll be satisfied, whenever that may come. For now, he sits and enjoys his videos with an alarm set to remind him when his break time is over.

 

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“I’m so tired...”
Sighing heavily, Blume had stepped right back up into her estate after dining and overloading herself on vanilla shakes at Fred’s bar. Stretching her arms overhead, the Diamante mistress was met with the hand of the Council, Bradley, waiting for her at the door. With a fist over his heart, he bowed and greeted her with a gentle roar.
“This humble servant greets you, Mistress Diamante.”
Pressing a gloved hand against his shoulder, he rose, and she glided past him, the heavy soles of her boots tapping and echoing against the marble-white interior of the Diamante mansion. It was… her castle. After seventeen long years of serving under that decrepit former head, Blume felt free. As free as the newly appointed Head Mistress could ever be.
However, Blume knew that things were no longer going to stay peaceful. That arrival of that monstrous being back in Naruki was only an omen to the many things that would come after it. Blume would have to prepare, but how? There were many things that she had left to learn. She was young, not dumb, but just uninformed. She needed… people. Others like her.
It’d been centuries since the need for factions and parties. While all Quincy would need to join hand in hand in the coming future, who would follow a young soul like her? She needed people to start off with. Though how to keep them on her side, she pondered. Scratching at the back of her neck and feeling the tenseness that lingered, Blume had called for a pair of maids to ready a bath for her, something relaxing, something that would calm her down from overthinking on the tasks to complete.
It’d be a long path to take. She stood nowhere near the top, but she’d get there, or else all of this would end in vain.
“Miss, you’re bath is ready.”
Uttering her words of thanks, Blume stripped away at her uniform and tossed it into the bin where the maids stood, ready to clean it at once. As if she could be embarrassed, these two ladies had been with her since she could walk. They were the ones that had seen Blume’s figure so closely, and tending to her wounds so tenderly after the abuse of the Council. And with every glance towards the mid-section of Blume’s back lies a multitude of scars from those many years in that room of solitude, they would grimace and wince.
Looking back at them, Blume smiled so tenderly, that it set their hearts at ease.
However, even Blume wouldn’t show the loathing she possessed. There were no other scars, but that small section. Welted, layers of it atop one another, from whips that never left that box they set. They couldn’t afford to mark her anywhere else so viciously. Her nimble fingers reached back, running along the ridges of a line.
“You may go.”
Hearing the door click behind her, Blume climbed into the soothing heated water and delved deep into it. Slicking her hair back, she emerged, water cascading down in gentle streams. The steam that filled the room washed against her cooled skin, and those cerulean eyes stared at her reflection in the rippling waters before she made it still with a single tap.
Clear and still was her mind.
The order was set by Blume since that night, two months ago: Find potential allies that would aid her on the path to Empress. As much as she would like to recruit that white-haired Quincy from that night in Naruki, Blume knew that she wouldn’t breakthrough at any time in his regard. He had other goals in mind, and she stared at the business card sitting on the center of her desk. The number 88 stared back her.
Dressed rather casually, Blume sported a simple black v-neck that hugged her just as the blue jeans that hung low on her hips did. Her hair was done up into a ponytail, and she sat back in her chair, sifting through the piles of individuals that her informants managed to get a hold of. Not necessarily looking at just quincies, but those with spiritual awareness. The internet was full of flunkies that claim to have seen something, but those with common sense tended to stray away and become a former shell of themselves; but even then, she didn’t need numbers. She wanted skill.
She laid out three pages, each containing the present-day information on Fredrick Elbeck, Avillio De’Lafette, and Kimura Mikoto: One Quincy, two Fullbringers. While her ancestors may have thought it to be a heinous act, looking for those outside of the Quincy to fight with, but Blume was a visionary. She reached for all aspects, and the only thing she asked for was loyalty to her rule. Power was power, no matter where it came from, but she didn’t want to rule with fear if she didn’t have to. The Diamante Mistress wasn’t a violent person. She would avoid fighting for as long as she could, but if push came to shove, she would lay her cards for all to bear and become a monster that she never wished to be.
Sifting through the many sheets of paper, one had caught her eye, and she pulled it out of the bunch, moving out of her seat and into the natural light that shone through the glass panels hanging overhead. The picture given was of a young individual, with dark skin and hair that complimented his green eyes. The pictures that came with his file were all of him int the midst of a match, sweat riddling his body, but there wasn’t an ounce of exhaustion painted on his face, however, the most recent had just been taken no more than a week ago.
She held the series of images, and her interest only grew as she stared at his face. While most would overlook him and just paint it as him idly running aimlessly, his eyes never looked straight ahead in any one of the photos; they were always peering at something just outside of his peripherals.
“Bradley.”
“Yes, Young Miss.”
They’d finally settled on a title, seeing that ‘mistress’ was a bit too old for the now eighteen-year-old Blume.
“I need you to find a way to get the contact of Dominic Kaiser here. I’m interested in him… Please contact him through his next of kin, Sir Astor Kaiser. Set up lunch or dinner. Let them know it’s formal; I’d like to leave a good impression.”
A nod of understanding was missed, but Blume knew he’d gone to do as she had asked. Her attention left the photos and looked back at his information, printed and scribbled on. He was skilled in combat at the least, but there was so much more underneath that Blume could hardly wait to bring out of him.
The sound of her phone buzzing caught her attention and she lifted it up, eyeing the notification that came with a small lightning symbol. Swiping a finger across the screen, it opened up to the little chat history they shared since exchanging contact information. A gentle smile formed on her lips as she read the most recent aloud.
“Captain called, I'll guess we'll talk after i'm done.”
Captain?
Ah, that's right.
This new friend of hers worked in a rather similar line of work. There'd been more than enough times in which he's mentioned the said "captain" and their daily bouts against one another where he's ended up winning, or so he says. She had to give it to them. Shinigami durability was levels above a human's. Their powers were extraordinary and dangerous to make enemies of. This cute little friend... Tapping away at her screen, she managed a reply, short and sweet.

[b] "Don't get into another fight.
I don't like it when you get hurt.
I'll always free up some time for you. ^^"[/b]

Sent.
Placing the phone back on the desk, she set Dominic's information down with the other three and sighed heavily. Stretching he arms up and over her head, she could idly hear Bradley making contact with Astor.
“Hello, Sir Astor. My name is Bradley, of the Diamante House. My lady would like to meet with you and your nephew regarding endorsement and other matters. She's taken an interest in Mr. Dominic's skills... Would the afternoon or evening best suit you?... Is that so? Then, please arrive in a timely manner, dressed and pressed in the address provided... Yes, it's a pleasure.”

Diamante Estate
614 Hōseki, Karakura
Tokyo, 170 - 4522

 

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Two months prior
The injury on Fred sustained during the battle with the Reindeer monster was to say the least life threatening. Death sentencing more so if it had been a regular human, thankfully he had blut vein to protect him from the frost bite, and loss of blood. Though to say he would endure it without pain would be a lie. Even during the party he did flinched here and there with his arm, though he endured the pain if only to get a few drinks in with some new friends. Though once they all left he did call for help immediately, he wasn’t a complete fool, as any more time sustaining his Blut vein would have some dire consequences one he dared not find out.
Though who would he call for assistance from? Blume? Silas? Avillio? No none of them, despite him being friendly with em he didn’t want to trouble them with his injuries, and he wanted to bring someone in from his family to tend to his wounds and to help out with the business. Though his choices were limited in terms of family with medical experience. Though his parents were proficient in medical practice he didn’t want them to bug em if only due to them wanting to limit his activities. His brothers we’re out of the question, if only due to them not having any medical experience; and only one sister that was closer than most. She was indeed proficient in the medical field, but there was a but, and that but was her eyes being light sensitive.
She was the only option he was willing to take, and so he brought her over via flight. A little more expensive, if only due to her coming in fast as she could by plane. Thankfully though it wasn’t a flight from America, and a flight from East Asia. No clue what she was doing there but she was closer than most.
“Amanda Long time no see”
“Yes Freddy it has been quite some time since ya left. Now wheres this wound of yours?”
And there she was, standing in black leather cowboy boots, blue jeans, a brown duster completed with a white hat, blue trimmed with the Quincy symbol, despite it being night she still kept a pair black tinted, solid gold frames glasses on. Though they were siblings their hair colour was nothing alike, as her hair seemed to be natural Mint green, along with the fact she grew it out to cover her back and her banks reaching down to her stomach. One could never really tell what her emotions were, she did keep an excellent poker face, and kept them in check. Despite her direct tone she was concerned about her brothers well being. Its why she had a brief case filled with medical supplies far more advanced that a first aid kit.
And so Fred would turn himself around and pull off his shirt up and over his head to reveal the wound to her, to which she shook her head before walking forward. She wasn’t impressed that he kept his Blut vein going for so long without nay proper medical assistance.
Clack, Clack, Clack
“You’re a god damn idiot Fred, You should have just went to one of the MANY people here that are spiritually aware! But noooo You had to get me to fix your problem.”
Her head shook as she opened up her brief case, and pulled out what she needed, working her magic on the wound despite how unsanitary a bar was she continued the operation, not even considering putting Fred under anesthesia.
“You’re a grown boy don’t move”
She said in a condescending tone as, and yet Fred did not move, he knew very well on what she was doing, and he knew she was punishing him for not seeking medical help from either the young Blume nor Silas.
“By the way I’m staying here even after you’re fully healed”

Present Day

Fred was fit and healthy, his wound fully healed up, though it would act up here and there, but still it was a pain that he could easily deal with. After all he was trained to ignore pain, such as that. He was a solider by all accounts, but he never acted like it when it came to being in public, he acted like a happy individual who had no care in the world and today was no exception.
Today he was looking for suitable location to open up another bar, his reason for opening a new bar here was only for the fact that it just seemed nicer here, the added benefit was that other quincies were around the area, so if A hollow came he wouldn’t have to fight it alone nor would he have to fight it with allies that had gotten him a lil sick.
There he stood around the downtown area, still with a smile upon his face, dressed in his usual outfit, black T-shirt, with blue jeans, his belt holding six Seele Schneider upon the back, while he carried a total of six ginto, three on the left and three on the right, with his cross wrapped around his wrist, ready to come out anytime.
“What a lovely day.” ​

 

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"You want some more?"
In an apartment complex in Karakura, there lives a man who goes by the name Astor Kaiser, he is the uncle, coach and Quincy Arts Master of Dominic Kaiser. In his time as an active Quincy, he was no more than a Soldat and overshadowed by his older brother who is the father of Dominic. His brother served as a Sternritter and living as a shadow he had to watch many glories and victories go to his brother. He watched his ascension to Sternritter, he watched him marry and start a family with another Sternritter all while he, a lowly Soldat did nothing with his life but live in this shadow. After the mysterious death of his brother and sister-in-law, he decided to raise their son Dominic and as they say history tends to repeat itself as he currently lives in the shadow of his own nephew. Currently, he is preparing a set of meals for his Nephew for the week with a variety of meats, vegetables, and fruit to ensure he gets all the proper nutrition needed to maintain his healthy body. After sealing up the last meal he takes a step back and looks at his handiwork nodding his head a few times before getting a sudden call from a number he has never seen before. He is used to these sudden phone calls as it could be a promoter wanting to book Dominic for a fight and so he takes the call thinking it is such a case.
"Yes, this is Astor Kaiser speaking."
“Hello, Sir Astor. My name is Bradley, of the Diamante House. My lady would like to meet with you and your nephew regarding endorsement and other matters. She's taken an interest in Mr. Dominic's skills."
"I... Oh, this is a sudden surprise..."
"Would the afternoon or evening best suit you?"
"Ah, Dominic is currently out exercising so I must say the evening would be best for us."
"Is that so? Then, please arrive in a timely manner, dressed and pressed in the address provided."
"Yes, yes, we will be there. Thank you!"
"Yes, it's a pleasure.”
The call ends and Astor receives the address shortly after via text, he could feel his own excitement overflowing within him as he couldn't wait for the meeting. He was half tempted to call the man back and ask to reschedule the meeting for the afternoon, it took everything he had to hold back from doing so. Shaking off most of the excitement he decides to call Dominic to get him back home to clean up and prep for this meeting.
Sitting on a grassy hill along the Karakura River, Dominic weaves his body left, right, and slightly ducks while watching MMA highlights. His body reacts to the attacks he watches on a subconscious level, from his perspective he feels like he is sitting perfectly still. The match he is watching starts to heat up based ring set up in the video and the many sponsor logos plastered everywhere it had to be a UFC bout. His eyes get wider and wider like a child roaming deeper into a candy store and finding new candy and flavors at every turn. The climax of the match draws near as one fighter leaps back, planting his foot on the cage and leaps towards his opponent, Dominic leans forward and the video is cut off by a call from his uncle.
"SHIT!"
He exclaims loudly, startling some nearby pedestrians. The phone rings and rings, the ringtone was his very one entrance theme music which was purely instrumental. It must be important if his uncle is calling him while he is out exercising, although at the moment he was taking a break. He sighs and answers the phone while looking off at the sparkling river before him.
"What's up?"
"Dominic I have some great news!"
Dominic starts to grin, making a fist with his free hand.
"Got me another fight did ya? Good, ever since we got to Japan we've been-"
"No it isn't a fight! But instead, we have a dinner appointment with the prestigious Diamante family! The man I spoke to on the phone said it was to be a meeting about an endorsement and other matters. I told him we'll meet them at their estate this evening for dinner so you'll have time to get back and get cleaned up properly!"
Dominic's fist unclenches, this is disappointing news, to say the least. He sighs and lays back onto the grass to stare up into the vast blue sky.
"Okay then... Well, who is this Diamante family? Also, who in this family wants to meet with us?"
Astor sighs and groans on the other end of the line, his nephew often ignores all things, Quincy related aside for the "important parts" as Dominic would phrase it. Shaking off his frustration with the boy he reinforms him about who the Diamante family is.
"The Diamante family has existed for several centuries and has always produced a Sternritter in every generation! To be granted an audience with them is an honor for us! So please be grateful for such an opportunity!"
Dominic was a million miles away from this conversation, what he boiled it down to was, "They are 'important'" and "They have a Sternritter in their family". He continues to stare at the clouds, his mind still fixated on the video he was watching, wanting to know what that man was going to do by jumping off the cage with such force, it was such an unorthodox maneuver to perform. While his thoughts trail on his uncle prattles on.
"This Bradley who contacted me didn't give me the first name of who we will be meeting but he said 'my lady' so perhaps we will be meeting with a lady of the Diamante family! We'll also have to dress up for this occasion so I'll get your suit ready!"
Dominic nodded his head as if his uncle could even see him and his thoughts ground to an absolute halt.
"Wait. Did you just say dress up? AHHHHHHHHGG! It's hard as hell to move around in a damn suit, that damn Sternritter get up is the same damn way."
"We have to look nice, first impressions are important even if you don't care about them. I'll see you when you get home."
Astor knew Dominic wasn't going to go on and on about having to wear a suit which is exactly why he cut the call short and hung up. Dominic knows full well that the suit can't restrict his movements it's just the feeling it gives when wearing it. He lets out a sigh and sets his phone down on his chest, continuing to stare at the sky.
"A lady of the Diamante, wonder what she's like? Probably some little princess with an absurd power who can't take a hit... Damn, this probably means I have to start focusing on my Quincy life now... Oh well."
The alarm on his phone goes off, letting him know that his rest time is over. He reaches for it and presses a button on the side of the phone to turn it off. He lifts his legs and preforms a kip-up, his phone is launched off his chest and straight up into the air, then, once his feet are firmly planted on the ground he catches it. He reconnects his earphones, sets his music and begins to stretch. Dominic has always lived a rather eventful life, going from town to town, city to city, country to country, all in the name of his Mixed Martial Arts practice. Going to some rich families estate doesn't mean much to him, but he does wonder how they even found out about him and his uncle, let alone how they got ahold of his uncle's number. Something feels suspect about all of this but like always Dominic will roll with the punches and move forward. He jogs in place for a moment and starts to pump himself up for the meeting, maybe this Diamante lady will further his MMA career in some way so it can't be all bad, right? It's best to stay positive and fight on. And so Dominic begins his jog back to the apartment with a new level of focus instilled within him.