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“Perhaps you’re right Captain Kagayaki…”
Words came fluttering towards him as the room itself took a deep exhale. The fog dwindled in thickness and found itself dispersing completely, the devastation of the room revealed to the trio. Walls and floors charred by flame and combustion, Division banners torn asunder, ripped at their seams and reduced to cinder and ash. The Knight’s gaze darts over to the ominous chair in which the giant commander sat formerly. Its surface was spotless, unperturbed by the chaos of the room that housed it. A sigh of relief escapes the Captain’s lips, Kyomu’s words… comforting?
There was a shift in the Assassin’s posture, a sign of epiphany and realization in his cold and unrelenting stare. As he focused on the insignia of his division, dinged and tattered on the back of his haori, growth bleeds from the Omnitsukido Commander’s pores. The sight of it reminds Higen of the annoying proof of his expertise that grew and festered on his back. He’d need some medical attention at some point. Light pours into the room for the first time since Captain Kojima and Captain Nakamato’s untimely exits. The world beyond this door had been insignificant to the three up until this point. The phantom slithers through first, the cascading light enveloping his silhouette until he is completely out of view. Higen scans the room in search of his Haori, noticing soon after that it was simply folded over his waist and legs, tucked within his obi sash. His rippling muscles and chiseled torso still exposed, his wound drying about against the stale air. Higen begins a slow trot, the pattering of his feet against the solid floor causes a simple cadence to echo the hall. Sapphire orbs shift to Tenzen’s wounded person, who worked his way towards the massive door next.
"Kagayaki-San, give me time to meditate on your and Murasaki-Sama's words. I... Uhh... Am a bit odd when it comes to certain things... Orders are easy to understand, other things not so much. Once I have time alone I will reach the understanding of the words spoken here today. Thank you for your wisdom, Captain."
Perhaps not seen for a while, the old man unveils one of his famous smiles, ear to ear, and nods in response to the Kido Commander’s words. They’d have their day of reflection, but that day was not now. Before Tenzen turns to rush through the door, Higen limply extends his right arm in front of him, his thumb pointed upward as he presented a friendly wink. The injury was tolling, even for someone as durable as he. Tenzen too, crosses the threshold between the room in which they were bound, out into the once barren courtyard that unbeknownst to him, was now filled with life. The confusion of the hall had settled, and the many signatures assembled outside its doors come into Higen’s array of sensory. Familiar enough with most of them, his brows raise in curiosity. They had amassed quite the crowd, it seemed; perhaps the foundations of the hall shaking sporadically was enough to draw attention.
The Knight follows shortly after The Buddha. As he edges the door open a bit more to support his size, he takes in all that surround. Tenzen’s frail and somewhat weakened body was being crutched by Kiku, Akarui and Honoka stood in tandem, Kido corps members bowing all-while engaging with their emergent commander. Higen, ignorant to the serious circumstances of the world outside that hall, emerges in spry and in positive spirits, devoid of ire and fluster. He approaches behind both Akarui and Honoka, his right hand resting atop the dwarf’s head, while the other extends to rest on Honoka’s shoulder.
“Well if it isn’t two of my favorite Ladi-”
Almost immediately, the tension in the air causes his lungs to stiffen. Perhaps he approached the crowd in the wrong manner. It was almost impossible to hide his happiness, having such burdens lifted from his shoulders, burdens that had been shackled to him like ball and chain. He attempts to further “read the room”, so to speak—a large puddle of a strange, mawkish liquid. Others would inquire about its origin, though Higen knew, just not sure how it came about. He’d seen Akarui do the same thing to a many people during his time in First, but just who’d stepped out of line enough to warrant this reaction from her? His posture returns to normal as his body becomes more erect, The trained duo would either smell the blood that sifted through the air or with a trained eye, notice the changing in movement from the normally astute physical specimen that was Higen.
A brief silence fills the space, then a rumbling of cataclysmic proportions. The very sky itself ripples and separates from a vast distance. His curious eyes peered upward and outward, off into the distant rukongai, far beyond the walls of the Seireitei. The very clouds congregate at a focal point, as if a storm was set to brew. But no, this was different. He raises a brow, just as the very fabric of the formerly blue sky tears apart. A massive maw of black swallows the sky, hovering over the rukongai as a reminder of an impending doom. There is a calmness in Higen’s expression, the attitude of a man perpetually in the mindset of “What’s next”. It was a forgiving attitude to have—ever vigilant, ever prepared. A pillar of blood red is vacuumed up into the sky, from this distance there are no words to explain its strangeness. Everyone’s eyes seem to be simultaneously glued to the anomaly, which soon after turns into a devastating explosion of ash, fire and smoke. A cloud rises into the sky as a devastating plume, even further decreasing their ability to see or identify important details.
"We will take those that you brought with you and head out to the Rukongai."
The exchange between Tenzen and the Kido Corps officials was primarily drowned out until this moment. It appeared they were going to handle that. Good. He was curious as to what was going on, but realistically they both weren’t in great shape for dealing with any threats at the moment. Higen’s mind darts around to the commander’s words and orders, trying to recall what had been forgotten in the midst of defending himself in the meeting. He was sure he’d owed Honoka a report, for starters. He shifts his posture to speak to her, but before his lips part to speak a single word an eruption of spiritual energy culminates behind them. A gleam of purple barely peaks through the cracks of the hall’s doors, before the massive blade of Shihoken comes darting through. Its size, almost if not parallel to Higen himself. Like a spear, it barrels directly forward enveloped in amethyst flame, unable to be perturbed or interrupted, In nearly blinding speed it hurls towards.. The Central 46 compound?
Wait..
The commander’s presence, never ignorable, remains stagnant for just an instant, and then is released in what to him.. is such a minor fraction. To all familiar with its touch, it is an insurmountable piece. Even from this distance, it is inconceivably oppressive. It is a terrifying feeling altogether, but what’s next would be even more frightening. That very presence, that Higen had grown all-too familiar with is suddenly, inexplicably, Halved. Higen’s eyes widen in response, other members of the first Division would also be able to speculate, to fear for what this could have meant. He looks to both Akarui and Honoka, speaking urgently before vanishing nito an abrupt shunpo.
“Honoka! Akarui!”
He follows the direction of the massive blade traveled, splotches of blood the only evidence of where he’d gone next. He traversed the many layers of the Seireitei’s central district, the paneling of the shingled roofs unfurling beneath the pressure of panicked feet. The C46 compound is breached almost effortlessly, no security, silence, empty halls devoid of the normal murmuring of corrupt officials who hide behind bamboo masks. A long hall welcomes him, leading to what appears to be the main court room of the facility. Higen breaches the door way, the smell of blood ripe and foul. The room is scanned only to see the many bodies of the Central 46 officials hunched over their juror chairs and desks. The entire amphitheater ripe with death. In its center, is a sight Higen has not once seen, and will now never forget. The massive commander, in all his glory, hunched over In groveling fashion, wounded gravely. His blood pours onto his own blade like a sacrificial lamb. In praying form, Commander Murasaki is wounded, weakened, his indomitable stature dwindled to a hermit bereft of his shell. Higen’s fists are dropped to his side, clenched and shaking violently, the nubs of his nails forced deeply enough to draw blood from his palms.
His eyes nearly bulge from his head, frozen in disbelief. He contributes to the puddle of blood in the room from a wound of his own. Who… Or.. What was responsible for this? This was not balance, this was not the Commander’s vision, so this was not the Commander. Many variables began to run through his mind, the event in the Rukongai, now this.. all at the same time. It seemed they were always under attack on so many fronts, with no way to truly defend against it. A deep breath escapes him, as he takes one miniscule step forward toward the ravaged commander.
“C-C .. Commander!!!!!!”
The Knight screams at the behest of the Judicator for all to hear, perhaps if both Honoka and Akarui followed, they could rush to his side, but here, now, there was nothing Higen could do to help.
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“Perhaps you’re right Captain Kagayaki…”
Words came fluttering towards him as the room itself took a deep exhale. The fog dwindled in thickness and found itself dispersing completely, the devastation of the room revealed to the trio. Walls and floors charred by flame and combustion, Division banners torn asunder, ripped at their seams and reduced to cinder and ash. The Knight’s gaze darts over to the ominous chair in which the giant commander sat formerly. Its surface was spotless, unperturbed by the chaos of the room that housed it. A sigh of relief escapes the Captain’s lips, Kyomu’s words… comforting?
There was a shift in the Assassin’s posture, a sign of epiphany and realization in his cold and unrelenting stare. As he focused on the insignia of his division, dinged and tattered on the back of his haori, growth bleeds from the Omnitsukido Commander’s pores. The sight of it reminds Higen of the annoying proof of his expertise that grew and festered on his back. He’d need some medical attention at some point. Light pours into the room for the first time since Captain Kojima and Captain Nakamato’s untimely exits. The world beyond this door had been insignificant to the three up until this point. The phantom slithers through first, the cascading light enveloping his silhouette until he is completely out of view. Higen scans the room in search of his Haori, noticing soon after that it was simply folded over his waist and legs, tucked within his obi sash. His rippling muscles and chiseled torso still exposed, his wound drying about against the stale air. Higen begins a slow trot, the pattering of his feet against the solid floor causes a simple cadence to echo the hall. Sapphire orbs shift to Tenzen’s wounded person, who worked his way towards the massive door next.
"Kagayaki-San, give me time to meditate on your and Murasaki-Sama's words. I... Uhh... Am a bit odd when it comes to certain things... Orders are easy to understand, other things not so much. Once I have time alone I will reach the understanding of the words spoken here today. Thank you for your wisdom, Captain."
Perhaps not seen for a while, the old man unveils one of his famous smiles, ear to ear, and nods in response to the Kido Commander’s words. They’d have their day of reflection, but that day was not now. Before Tenzen turns to rush through the door, Higen limply extends his right arm in front of him, his thumb pointed upward as he presented a friendly wink. The injury was tolling, even for someone as durable as he. Tenzen too, crosses the threshold between the room in which they were bound, out into the once barren courtyard that unbeknownst to him, was now filled with life. The confusion of the hall had settled, and the many signatures assembled outside its doors come into Higen’s array of sensory. Familiar enough with most of them, his brows raise in curiosity. They had amassed quite the crowd, it seemed; perhaps the foundations of the hall shaking sporadically was enough to draw attention.
The Knight follows shortly after The Buddha. As he edges the door open a bit more to support his size, he takes in all that surround. Tenzen’s frail and somewhat weakened body was being crutched by Kiku, Akarui and Honoka stood in tandem, Kido corps members bowing all-while engaging with their emergent commander. Higen, ignorant to the serious circumstances of the world outside that hall, emerges in spry and in positive spirits, devoid of ire and fluster. He approaches behind both Akarui and Honoka, his right hand resting atop the dwarf’s head, while the other extends to rest on Honoka’s shoulder.
“Well if it isn’t two of my favorite Ladi-”
Almost immediately, the tension in the air causes his lungs to stiffen. Perhaps he approached the crowd in the wrong manner. It was almost impossible to hide his happiness, having such burdens lifted from his shoulders, burdens that had been shackled to him like ball and chain. He attempts to further “read the room”, so to speak—a large puddle of a strange, mawkish liquid. Others would inquire about its origin, though Higen knew, just not sure how it came about. He’d seen Akarui do the same thing to a many people during his time in First, but just who’d stepped out of line enough to warrant this reaction from her? His posture returns to normal as his body becomes more erect, The trained duo would either smell the blood that sifted through the air or with a trained eye, notice the changing in movement from the normally astute physical specimen that was Higen.
A brief silence fills the space, then a rumbling of cataclysmic proportions. The very sky itself ripples and separates from a vast distance. His curious eyes peered upward and outward, off into the distant rukongai, far beyond the walls of the Seireitei. The very clouds congregate at a focal point, as if a storm was set to brew. But no, this was different. He raises a brow, just as the very fabric of the formerly blue sky tears apart. A massive maw of black swallows the sky, hovering over the rukongai as a reminder of an impending doom. There is a calmness in Higen’s expression, the attitude of a man perpetually in the mindset of “What’s next”. It was a forgiving attitude to have—ever vigilant, ever prepared. A pillar of blood red is vacuumed up into the sky, from this distance there are no words to explain its strangeness. Everyone’s eyes seem to be simultaneously glued to the anomaly, which soon after turns into a devastating explosion of ash, fire and smoke. A cloud rises into the sky as a devastating plume, even further decreasing their ability to see or identify important details.
"We will take those that you brought with you and head out to the Rukongai."
The exchange between Tenzen and the Kido Corps officials was primarily drowned out until this moment. It appeared they were going to handle that. Good. He was curious as to what was going on, but realistically they both weren’t in great shape for dealing with any threats at the moment. Higen’s mind darts around to the commander’s words and orders, trying to recall what had been forgotten in the midst of defending himself in the meeting. He was sure he’d owed Honoka a report, for starters. He shifts his posture to speak to her, but before his lips part to speak a single word an eruption of spiritual energy culminates behind them. A gleam of purple barely peaks through the cracks of the hall’s doors, before the massive blade of Shihoken comes darting through. Its size, almost if not parallel to Higen himself. Like a spear, it barrels directly forward enveloped in amethyst flame, unable to be perturbed or interrupted, In nearly blinding speed it hurls towards.. The Central 46 compound?
Wait..
The commander’s presence, never ignorable, remains stagnant for just an instant, and then is released in what to him.. is such a minor fraction. To all familiar with its touch, it is an insurmountable piece. Even from this distance, it is inconceivably oppressive. It is a terrifying feeling altogether, but what’s next would be even more frightening. That very presence, that Higen had grown all-too familiar with is suddenly, inexplicably, Halved. Higen’s eyes widen in response, other members of the first Division would also be able to speculate, to fear for what this could have meant. He looks to both Akarui and Honoka, speaking urgently before vanishing nito an abrupt shunpo.
“Honoka! Akarui!”
He follows the direction of the massive blade traveled, splotches of blood the only evidence of where he’d gone next. He traversed the many layers of the Seireitei’s central district, the paneling of the shingled roofs unfurling beneath the pressure of panicked feet. The C46 compound is breached almost effortlessly, no security, silence, empty halls devoid of the normal murmuring of corrupt officials who hide behind bamboo masks. A long hall welcomes him, leading to what appears to be the main court room of the facility. Higen breaches the door way, the smell of blood ripe and foul. The room is scanned only to see the many bodies of the Central 46 officials hunched over their juror chairs and desks. The entire amphitheater ripe with death. In its center, is a sight Higen has not once seen, and will now never forget. The massive commander, in all his glory, hunched over In groveling fashion, wounded gravely. His blood pours onto his own blade like a sacrificial lamb. In praying form, Commander Murasaki is wounded, weakened, his indomitable stature dwindled to a hermit bereft of his shell. Higen’s fists are dropped to his side, clenched and shaking violently, the nubs of his nails forced deeply enough to draw blood from his palms.
His eyes nearly bulge from his head, frozen in disbelief. He contributes to the puddle of blood in the room from a wound of his own. Who… Or.. What was responsible for this? This was not balance, this was not the Commander’s vision, so this was not the Commander. Many variables began to run through his mind, the event in the Rukongai, now this.. all at the same time. It seemed they were always under attack on so many fronts, with no way to truly defend against it. A deep breath escapes him, as he takes one miniscule step forward toward the ravaged commander.
“C-C .. Commander!!!!!!”
The Knight screams at the behest of the Judicator for all to hear, perhaps if both Honoka and Akarui followed, they could rush to his side, but here, now, there was nothing Higen could do to help.
