[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Central Seireitei

Arashi Suta

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Still, they remain at odds. Eizoku’s prompt arrival back to the very room where the tension between them had finally climaxed, is coupled with his interjection during Arashi Suta’s report. Which led to the glowing eye of their Captain moving between the two of them, instead of remaining fixated on one. No doubt did this occurrence drive a thorn into his thumb, possibly further advancing his agitation towards the situation in its entirety. However, the Captain remains focused, allowing for his two top subordinates to continue unimpeded… Until Eizoku moved to hand him the capsule. In just a swift motion it is knocked from his hand and quickly placed within a Kido barrier.

It may have been clear or still obscured to those who watched, even to Jizakai who had finally spoken up after all this time. His words are filled with good reason and logical thinking. A page that Arashi Suta may need to take in the future. Tenzen’s verdict had likely already been made, and if it wasn’t before, then it was surely after everything is said. A clear picture within Arashi’s mind, it's as if the future of this moment was laid out in front of him…

And there was nothing Lieutenant Suta could do or say.

Finally, Captain Oda speaks with an aura that radiates authority, hostility, and agitation. Even for the man revered as the Golden Buddha, it was almost unsettling to witness the Captain in such a state.

Ametsuchi-san was correct in his actions and what he said. You were sent on a dangerous mission, one you were all meant to complete together and yet you grown men bicker like children. It is almost idiotic listening to the both of you go back and forth like this, trying to deflect blame to either side. You, my top two officers, at odds with one another…”

The midnight blue orbs of Arashi vanish, hidden behind his own eyelids. The Captain continues, directing his attention to Eizoku.

Eizoku, placing a restriction on the barrier, no matter how weak, was foolish and idiotic. You had no reason in the world to do such a thing, had you been attacked and needed backup time would have been wasted trying to break the seal to get to you. If they did not follow you then make them and drag them along with you, do not bar their entry.

That mental picture, the words of Tenzen Oda became subtitles. His voice is now directed toward Arashi.

Shifting control of the operation to Eizoku was fine, but my orders were for you to enter the Dangai as a team. Had Eizoku been killed there this time you would be imprisoned for insubordination and manslaughter of a fellow Division member. As a Lieutenant, you should know better. When I am away you are in charge, your actions reflect upon me just as much as mine reflect upon the entirety of this Division. This petty squabble between the both of you tells the Gotei Thirteen that I’m running a Division of immature children.

It is only now that the punishment will be served cold rather than hot, despite the intensity of Captain Oda. A subtle motion, a strike that would cut the fabric of his Lieutenant badge, causing it to fall from Arashi’s arm. It is only by the sharp reflexes that he prevents it from falling to the floor, catching the fabric between just two fingers. For this brief moment, his eyes open, peering towards it… His mind is at work, contemplating the decision made here. He takes accountability and accepts the outcome shortly after. He folds the fabric beneath the badge and turns to place it against the table.

Arashi had come to quickly accept the decision his Captain had made. Perhaps he was not fit to be a Lieutenant, and like before, as a 3rd Seat he must crawl before he can truly run once again. One step back, in order to take two steps forward. How big will these steps be? How long will it take?

Patience

He need only to be patient, and work diligently as he had done so before his rise to the rank of Lieutenant. His eyes closed, and as always, that blasted smile remained upon his face. The never-changing expression holds truest even in most that would bring anger, frustration, and sadness for most. The Captain brought his decision to light with words as well.

Do not think I am overlooking anything about this item that was found. It will be delivered to the Kido Corps Headquarters, analyzed and an investigation will be launched into Twelfth Division to see if we can turn up any leads on a potential mole. That aside, Arashi, if it is not obvious, you are here-by demoted to the Third seat. If you were not a capable fighter I would have dropped you even lower. Eizoku, you seem confident that this will be our last meeting, so I will make it so. Gather your things and leave Fifth Division. Jizakai, your rationale was the correct one to take, you will not be punished.

Respectfully, Arashi bows. In complete and utter silence, Captain Oda would receive no rebuttal of any kind. Captain Oda recognizes the final journey for Eizoku. His time in Fifth Division coming to a close. Where will he go? What goal did he seek even now? Once the apprentice of Captain Oda, now the abandoned child. Is this truly what he wanted? As much attitude as he had for Arashi Suta, will he have the same for Captain Oda? Would his bravado and arrogance be so high that he will act on impulse or will he hold his tongue as he had always done for the Captain?

No longer worthy of his gaze, the three of them only see the back of their battle-damaged Captain. Arashi remains with his head bowed even then, until the Captain decided to speak once more to the three of them.

I will not tolerate petty childlike behavior in my division ever again, your foolish bravado will only get others killed. Arashi, go make your report to the Commander or Head Lieutenant, whichever you find first. You fail me again and you too will be removed from my Division.-”

Yes sir,” he responded promptly as he raises his head.

Eizoku, you have until the end of the day to clean out your belongings, anything left behind will be erased. Let this be a lesson for all three of you moving forward.

Left to their own devices, the posture of Arashi fully straightens, and quickly his muscles relax, as if the weight of the situation had been relieved from his shoulders. Should Eizoku have remained where he was a moment longer, he would be the receiver of Arashi’s last and final words towards him.

No matter the weight my final statement holds. I wish you the best of luck on your journey, Eizoku Yugameru. Until next time.

His head turns, his never-ending smile appearing as a genuine one. Remembering a time when they were under better conditions, and their bond as comrades had not been severed. Regardless, Arashi planned to not wait for a response, none was needed, nor did he wish to waste any more time here within this meeting room. He had his orders and he would follow through, just as he had planned from the start. He’d turn his head to Jizakai offering only a nod.

His presence disappeared entirely, fully hiding his spiritual energy even without the use of Kido. His Shunpo would be just as masterful, leaving before them an afterimage that only lingered for a few seconds, only to fizzle out and dissipate entirely. His single step took him to the forefront of his Quarters, the threshold quickly over-stepped and he found himself momentarily seated upon the wooden floors with his Zanpakuto pulled from beneath his sash and placed across the ground in front of him.

Sitting against the back of his feet, the palms of his hands rest against his knees. His back is straight, but even in such a position, he finds a way to relax with ease. Engulfed in a yellow glow, as specs of light dance within this aura of his, the same happens to his Zanpakuto. He takes the time to train within his inner world, to converse with his inner demon and inner light…

Welcome home Arashi!
Welcome home Baka!
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Kanojo Ai

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Her unnervingly pleasant smile certainly seemed harmless enough, but Kururu was never known to become enraged easily so her face would often belie her intention.


He could hear her voice within the night, as he looked towards her.


”Uhm, thanks. I appreciate your words miss Kururu.”

This felt weird to say the least. Her appearing here, especially now? Especially that smile. Something felt off but Kano-san wished this was not the case. How would he manage to work his way around all this? He was curious as to that, unsure. Either way, he knew he should face this trial.


”I hope my training was not a sight for sore eyes and that I show some potential at the very least.”

He spoke amicably, hiding his negative thoughts as to that smile. He was nervous, especially because they were alone and in a spot where if shit happened nobody would easily find them. Thankfully, he knew he was fast. Would he be faster than her though? Unknown. For either way, fast or slow he would have to push forth. Her ending up as a killer would be the worst outcome and he would need to outright escape all this. Thankfully, he could potentially utilize his clones to hide some way or even keep on rushing forth. Maybe. He was unsure. If only her being here was not but a simple interaction between the two. He surely wished this were the case.


”So, miss Kururu is there anything I can you with? Pardon my question, but as you can see it’s quite late and I am quite tired to be completely honest.”

He said as such, as he was ready to jump the gun immediately, to burst away and disappear. His feet - as used from the actual usage of Hoho and his muscles heated up from training - were ready to outright utilize Shunpo and allow him to leave, creating clones and hopefully trail her away, have her wonder which of the three clones would be the true one.

 

Xinzhihai

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Deep, Deep in his thoughts, a lone figure sat within the Eighth Division's compound, more specifically, the forge, though not to be confused with the boasting status of the Soul Forge, no, this humble workshop as it were, was where common tools, blade, and the like were forged, simple zanpakuto modification or repair would be a rare occurance within this room. Being only within the edge of the cusp of what it meant to be a seated member as a Shinigami in the Court Guard Squads, the blacksmith of the name Fumetsu Maro, and an essentric one at that, would be seated in a lax pose, his upper body rested against a crate, as his right foot was propped onto an anvil before him.

The searing orange embers from the forge adjacent from his person was the only light source in the room, from a glance, it could be mistaken that the man was sleeping, however, with a flash, the sound of a hammer clashing with steel would shatter the silence. The figure would shuffle himself as he now faced the forge, the flickering orange hues danced upon his golden irises as his eyes shifted suddenly. How long had he been here? He couldnt recall the last time he had seen the sun. His nose had gone blind to his scent if he had one. Only the scent of burnt metal and smoke lingered in the otherwise stale air. Bringing his hand toward his face, the dimly lighting would hide any foretelling of how dirty they were, however the callouses he possessed were still ever present.

The man had been promoted to the rank of fifth seat, what was it..... 20-ish years ago? Was it longer than that? Perhaps it wasn't quite so long ago? The details were foggy for the moment, all he knew was that this order was long past due, but nobody had been coming by to keep tabs on his progress so gradually he became more and more prone to procrastinate, however never once did he leave the forge, that was his secret, atleast in his procrastination he would look busy, almost as if ruminating deeply, people liked a overly philosophical, overly dramatic character after all didn't they? DIDN'T THEY?!




A sudden breeze would enter the room, feeding the flames as they roared to life, before quickly being snuffed out in the same instant. Darkness now enveloped Fumetsu. He was alone. His eyes would adjust, the world around him having quickly and dramatically altered in just the matter of moments. The messy-haired man would pinch himself, almost out of instinct to see if he'd actually fallen asleep without his conscious realizing, only to find that no, he wasn't dreaming, and yes, this was indeed very real. The workshop had been transformed into a misty forest, or perhaps he was transported to an area of Rukongai he'd never been before by some kido spell Musou had snuck in just before the lights went out?

Scratching the back of his neck, the man would let out an audible yawn as he began to trudge forward, his eyelids halfway closed as he began to shout out.

"Nyeh..? Very funny old man, now lets get you tucked back into bed, I'm sure it's past your bed time, or something."

For a man who slept a lot, surely he was able to be coaxed back into sleep right? Maybe he was sleep casting again? If that were the case, Fumetsu was royally fu-

Suddenly an apparition of sorts would appear before him, atop a low hanging branch. Wings would sprout from the silhouette, alerting Fumetsu that this was his inner world and not some elaborate prank from his sleepy superior.

"Ahh, Zetsu, to whom do I owe the gratitude? No seriously, it was getting a little boring, and i'm sure you've been itching for a fight like I have."

The blacksmith would instictly reach to his hip for his sword, only to find it wasn't there.

The winged shadow would step forward, as he now gently floated down from his elevated perch, the man's coal colored skin blended in with the moonlit sky, but like the moon, his silver eyes illuminated beneath his silver hair.

"No, infact I haven't been itching to fight you, and you'll have my thanks as a token of an otherwise unwarranted offer of appreciation from the likes of you.

The man would scratch his head with his index finger puzzled.

"I see you're still as pompous as ever, and still don't make a damn lick of sense."

The tengu's eyes would widen as the spirit turned away from it's shinigami. "Your lack of tact and appropriation, in how you carry yourself never ceases to disuade me. You're nothing more than a mongrel to the likes of my pampered and esteeme-

"Nyeh Nyeh, cut the shit bird-brain. Get to the point! My attention span can only hold out for so long. You know that, as much as I do, don't you?"

Suddenly the man would launch himself toward the winged figure, his fingers extended forward attempting to jab into the unsuspecting spirit, only to find his assault batted away with a large feathered wing.

"Attacking a gentlemen with his back turned, my-my you are a foul one aren't you? In that case, tah-tah."

The tengu would flap it's large wings as it took to the air, flying throught the dense canopy of the tree's before vanishing from sight. However, Fumetsu still remained in his inner world, he'd have to find a way out some how he suspected.

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Tenrai

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“Unrighteous Chastisement – Eizoku Unhinged”

Like electricity, a jolt of adrenaline surged throughout the entirety of the young boy's vessel, rendering him idle. Paralyzed, motionless, breathless – ironically just as Jizakai had been before the arrival of his Captain… or rather former Captain. Blood had rushed to his head at an expedited pace, pooling in place as it smoothed across just beneath the surface his caramel skin, flushing it with darkened hues of scarlet that dyed the man maroon. Yet, with his still blank expression, whether it was rage or embarrassment was yet to be determined.

A looming weakening abruptly overtaking his entire being without warning – physically, mentally, emotionally…he felt unwell. His body had fallen numb, and for once…his mind blank. It had happened yet again. Misfortune and punishment was all he seemed to receive from this Division. Over, and over, and overunyielding. Over, and over, and over - unceasingly. Time had wrapped its hour hand around him and continued rotating him around the clock, as he had been taken through seemingly an inescapable loop of misfortune – and every time the clock struck 12, another debilitating event presented itself punctual.

He had been the one attempting to abide by the commands of his Captain, ensuring teamwork. Attempting to force his ego down out of sheer respect and admiration for the man he so idolized…who had imprisoned him. Attempting to walk over his own ideals and offer solace and strategy to the two seated officers of his division, to navigate the Dangai and operate as a cohesive unit - out of admiration for the man he so idolized…who scolded him. He had overlooked the duo’s intentional failure to aid him on their mission, and even attempted to make peace by overlooking their transgression, apologizing, and making amends over tea out of hopes of coming together – out of admiration for the man he so idolized…whom had ousted him. Without so much of a second thought, his own mentor had exiled him from the only thing he had been familiar with.

Yet, the same two men whom contributed more-so than anything or anyone to tearing the desired teamwork asunder, were merely slapped on the back of the hand as Tenzen had physically done so to Eizoku. Jizakai, the man who feigned a false resolution as to why he hadn’t entered, despite it making little to no sense at all – had been excused and acquitted. The man’s claims of not entering the Dangai on the basis of the feuding 3rd Seat and Lieutenant, yet such truly hadn’t been the case in the midst of the mission. Eizoku had went out of his way to attempt to aid and strengthen the thin fragile bonds that existed between the trio. The actuality of the situation had simply fallen to two concrete aspects. A negligence of following the direct orders of his Captain, along with refusal to enter the Dangai out of fear, disdain, or inadequacy. Yet…he was excused of his punishment without so much of a second thought. A slap to the face.

Arashi, the man who continuously ignited and unconsciously fanned the flames of discord throughout the entirety of the Division. A man who consistently prioritized himself and himself only, who had also disobeyed the direct orders of his Captain. The individual who yanked at the already unraveled threads of the Division falling apart at the seams. He had received a single seat demotion. Yet Eizoku, the only individual who had complied and followed the orders of his Captain, had been completely removed from the Division. Despite his mind leaning towards his transferal from the Division, to have it occur in such an unfair and abrupt manner, had truly sent a shock throughout his body. A spit to the face.​

Tenzen had outwardly labeled his seated members as immature children, yet had he truly forgotten Eizoku was but a sapling in his own right? He had been recruited and hand-picked as one of the youngest Shinigami in the history of the Division by Teznen for his prowess in spell-casting. He immersed himself through endless nights of unending studying, trainings, observations and readings, all revolving around the Golden Buddha and Kido utilization. All for naught, as the one individual whom gave his life a purposeful drive now tossed him into a sea of despair, and he hadn’t been a strong enough swimmer to reach the surface. The figurative waters that he had been immersed in quickly heating, as his growing disdain for the Division and everyone within it grew stronger every passing second.

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"Leave Your Mark! Eizoku's Indignation for Fifth! - BURN!"

It had all happened so quickly. A fleeting moment that hugged the shadows so tightly, that it went unseen in their cover. Too quick to observe with the eyes...but not to feel on one's skin. The man's heart had been drenched in despair, and the only solution to his survival, was to burn with such raging intensity, that any remaining dejection evaporated - completely. He would wear his heart not simply on his sleeve, but he would paint a canvas for everyone to see, for everyone to feel - his pain, his exile. He would burn with enough intensity that all attachments, memories, and bonds within his forsaken Division were scorched into ashes.

Step..Step...Step...

Eizoku could be seen in the distance, walking away without haste, albeit with a lack of an overall presence to him. A dead man walking, with an insatiable vengeance and rage that could not be quenched even by the cascading turmoil and flooding despondency dragging him down. His head facing the ground as the unbearable weight of expulsion burdened him. He hadn't even allotted the opportunity for the now Third Seat to offer any response or recompense. For what more could he do or say that would suffice as reparation for the damage he had done to the young man thus far? He truly detested the man. He continued on his path, until he hadn't - the man had simply gave way to nothing and dissipated in an array of iridescent shimmering. In that very moment, the young boy would give a literal meaning to the following proverb.

A child that is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth...

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Shhink

Despite the absence of the now exiled Shinigami, the melodic sound of his Katana's tsuba kissing its sheath could be heard reverberating throughout multiple areas within the Division, almost as if it had belonged to the Shinigami hearing the sound in the moment. The portrait he had painted, had finally been ready to be presented. With the sheathing of his blade, the artist had now put away his brush - a deactivated Shikai. How his audience chose to perceive his permanent portrait was none of his concern.

The thickened wood support pillars structured around the entirety of the building the four men originally occupied, had suddenly had their weights displaced and forcefully shifted - clean cut diagonal slices revealing themselves upon the lower mid sections of the base. The entirety of the establishment coming crashing down at once in something synonymous to a controlled implosion. Finely and intentional diced portions of wood and concrete raining from above like hail, as the building ceased to maintain its foundation after but a moment. The two men whom had betrayed his trust still within.

The now tainted Division of spell-casters in the man's eyes, had become royal for once as it became tinted purple. A raging uproar of flames engulfing from an observer's perspective nearly a third of the entire division. Thickened trails of amethyst crashing against the skies as they traveling along the broad streets. Twisting, winding, and reacting as if they were alive. Large portions of flames circling around standby soldiers as not to render them any serious harm, granting enough space to prevent any sever permanent external scorching of their skin - but the same could not be said of the ground.


Notable groups of the squad members and priestess coming together in an attempt to halt and extinguish the ignited flames to absolutely no avail. Only serving to mix and mingle their own spiritual energies with Eizoku's, masking any concrete evidence that he had been the one responsible for such a thing. Even with his former Captain's advanced sensory and replay technique, at the rate which these events occurred simultaneously all at once after Eizoku made a physical departure from the division, even he would be unable to grasp the entirety of the situation without extreme difficulty.

With a final exhale from the Chronomancer, all flames wreaking havoc in his previous quarters had now been smothered and rendered into nothing more but a heat haze. From an aerial perspective, with the now decimated and burning building his exiling took place in as the epicenter, and the tip beginning at the Captain's living quarters, a permanently etched message forever scarred upon the ground of the area remained.

"Separation".


"分離"

Should anyone in Fifth be designated to occupy his previous living abode, they would find the entirety of the room scorched black. Piles of ashes and cinders from his books and research which had filled the room prior. Scarring across every inch of the floor, every wall - destroyed.

Out of admiration for the man he once idolized…whom he would never look at in the same light.​

To Twelfth Division.
 

Ody

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”So, miss Kururu is there anything I can you with? Pardon my question, but as you can see it’s quite late and I am quite tired to be completely honest.”



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"Oh, but of course. I understand completely. I was just checking up on how one of our more stand-out pupils is doing. I heard you got into an altercation so I decided to pay a visit to see if you were feeling all right and wanted to talk about it. It seems like you were venting back there a little bit too. Do not push yourself too hard, Kanojo-kun. But you certainly have some talent. You should remember to focus on yourself and not your fellow students. Getting distracted as you did can have... unintended consequences."

Was the woman threatening him? He could not possibly ascertain. Her spiritual pressure felt calm enough. She was, of course, lying to him anyway - it was absolutely her business to know about what Ai did, and for her to follow up. Ai could prove to be a troublesome boy, and he is skilled enough to escape from her if he wanted to, but for Kururu this visit was one of empathy rather than judgement. She saw what kind of a Shinigami Ai could beome already - he saw a lot of Jinnosuke in Ai. But where she failed to keep Jinno from going astray, perhaps she can with this fiery soul.


 
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