[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Central Seireitei

Jizakai

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Jizakai positioned his right leg to step forwards to complete the mission assigned. Abruptly and without anticipation, the Ametsuchi long-stranded hair jerked forward. As the man's face was seemingly obscured by extended strands, his body had paused. Then quickly his foot hit the ground in response to the action taken by Eizoku, which had left Jizakai alongside the Vice-Captain. The third seat was effectively taking action to complete this mission on his own, the purpose and reasoning behind it unclear. It would have been foolish to jump to conclusions, despite the possibilities being plenty. Considering Eizoku had once entered and managed to survive, could leave many theories and speculations to be had. However, the Ametsuchi shared a similar outer expression to Arashi, which was of a relaxed nature and posture.

Jizakai faced Lieutenant Suta in response to the reality faced with and as a subordinate followed suit in sitting down a meter to the left of the man. Hands hid within the garment of dead souls, interlocking them as the man crossed his legs. To keep the higher-ranking officer company, Jizakai opened his mouth to make conversation.

"Maybe he will come back sooner this time? Otherwise, we will have to go in eventually."

For now, there was not much to do but wait. He had been ordered by Captain Oda and returning without completing a task was not something he could do. Again.

Tick.Tock.

It seems time is the revealer of all truth, and the third seat managed to survive the Dangai and complete the mission alone. A chuckle escaped the Ametsuchi, he had anticipated the man to return later or never. The man had bested Jizakai's expectations and judgment, which made the Ametsuchi smirk upon standing. Regardless, the man returned, and unaware of his finding, Jizakai's arms dropped to the side with an upright position standing beside the Vice-Captain. Eizoku was to report, and seeing Arashi prepared to take the necessary actions should any issue occur. The long-haired male was readied for whatever the circumstance.

 

Tenrai

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A successful venture without the loss of any subordinates had truly created an inexplicable warmth within the rather apathetic Shinigami. To take accountability for someone more than yourself, to be selfless...albeit it had not been completely advantageous to him from a strategical standpoint, was rather refreshing. Crossing the threshold of the Senkaimon back into the Soul Society, his eyes fell upon the two individuals whom he had left in his wake. He was unsure how to feel about these two men still. He hadn't regretted his previous actions resulting in the two getting mauled, and had he not been scolding by his mentor and Captain of his division, he surely would not have done anything to resolve his selfishness. Yet at the same time, they had truly done nothing to earn his distaste, and quite frankly they were both on his side, and would remain that way for however long time would permit. Perhaps it was time to continue breaking the molds which made up main divisor of the trio, from a strategical standpoint, his own dislike and disregard of the safety and positions of the two only decreased the overall efficiency of any mission by 33.3%.

With all the Kido corps members filed out, Eizoku followed suit behind them, taking his strides straightforward to reconvene with the two who seemingly never even tried to enter, even before the order was issued to prevent their passing. The looks upon their visages despite their own lack of effort to enter did nothing but make the irritation grow within him, however he gave no outward expression or hinting that would allow the two to become aware of this. Instead, he simply tossed the issue out altogether and focused on the mission at hand.

The Lieutenant's piercing blue oculars setting their gaze upon the third seat, did nothing cause Eizoku to lock his own emerald eyes with him in return. An unintentional glare being reflected to his superior despite him believing he was indeed "smiling". Had he been preparing to scold the man for his actions once more? Would this result in even further undesired conflict with these two?​


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"Maybe he will come back sooner this time? Otherwise, we will have to go in eventually."
A portion of a discussion that perhaps he wasn't supposed to overhear, upon his rather quick re-arrival, seemingly causing his malicious glaring to shift towards Ametsuchi. A statement riddled with doubt and shade pertaining to his previous venture into the Precipice World. He had gotten so lost in his own irritation that he hadn't realized just how close he had drawn in on the man who's hair swept the dirt and dust covered cement that shrouded the area they resided in. The only thing bringing him back to the reality of things being the Lieutenant's authoritative demand.​
" Report."
Eizoku's brows raised slightly depicting his realization of his proximity to the two. He had only been a hairs breadth away from the white maned male, his glare turning into a subtle shock. Taking a step back and shifting his gaze over to the right addressing his superior, he would continue to break the mold in hopes of eliminating the underlying dislike and befriending the duo.

Eizoku would take a knee before them, and first issue an apology for his actions once more.​

"I would like to first start off by issuing a formal apology for venturing off on the mission alone. After entering and failing to see the both of you cross over the threshold with me, I figured you would perhaps be 'sending me to my death', back within that God forsaken place. Even more-so after the recent incident that took place with Captain Oda. I assumed it had been payback for my own selfish actions prior. However, I wanted to also use this as an opportunity to prove to myself that...I'm capable of caring for and looking after someone besides myself."


He would pause for a moment to allow his attempt of an apology to settle with the two, before standing once more and continuing on with a brief synopsis of his findings.

"The mission from what I deduct, has been a success. There were no enemies or entities occupying the Dangai, however an irregularity that could potentially present immediate danger to the Seireitei has indeed been discovered. I would much prefer to exchange this information back within the privacy of our own conference room as this should remain classified until the return of Lord Oda. Perhaps...over some tea?"

After his rather brief report, his eyes would instinctively drift back towards Ametsuchi's own momentarily before walking around him and venturing back towards the main portion of the barracks in hopes that the other two would actually follow this time. It was the Third Seats first attempt of befriending the two after all. Should they all comply, the would reconvene around a table within a conference room next to their living quarters for further discussion.
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GeekyRaven

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His Lieutenant and other seated officers went to Naruki, but orders were given to stay behind for him. A last-minute suggestion is to go watch the events unfolding with the games. Perhaps a chance to learn and pick up on new combat trends. Also, an opportunity to expand his social circle beyond this pathetic framework. As he sat with a notepad in hand, prepared to take notes.

Nothing came; his eyes were wide with shock and awe. Others may have cheered and been enjoying the games. But Koyo's gaze and mind couldn't comprehend it. He'd thought perhaps he'd gotten closer because he was elected to the fourth seat. But this confirmed only one thing, he couldn't learn by observing them. Their techniques and various strategical practices were from a higher level.

His mint-colored eyes looked over the crowd, was this something to cheer over? What purpose stood to be gained of this, outside of Captains being at risk? He could feel drops of cold sweat dripping down his spine. What had he stepped into here? In this world of the Seireitei, their games were so far removed.

This was entertainment for those in this noble land, whereas, in his home, it was survival. He was too weak to see the vantage point they saw from. His graze broke as he looked down, bringing his face into his hands for the first time since he picked up his Zanpakuto. He couldn't fathom himself in that position.

What would he do at the moment, faced with what they faced? Could he do nothing but fight for survival only to be snuffed out? He clenched his hands into fits, feeling the frustration. But that feeling compared nothing to the other part. Despite it all, his emotions and everything about him. He was frozen in a robotic stare; he didn't care about his frustrations. They were an infantile affair of emotional distress.

This was the world his mother wanted him for; this was a place one day he would walk. But this time, he would be only a spectator, watching in stunned silence.
 
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Arashi Suta

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Eizoku's eyes locked with Arashi's own. Where his glaring gaze is only met by an imperious one and a staid expression that rarely ever changes.

" Maybe he will come back sooner this time? Otherwise, we will have to go in eventually."

Jizakai questions the ability of his own comrade. Somewhere, there was doubt of Eizoku's return. Arashi did not share such feelings in the matter, trusting in the man's ability, and surely enough, he is correct in doing. Although, Eizoku caught both the question and statement, and quickly did his gaze shift to Jizakai. In all his irritation he has become lost to it. Smothered by his tunnel vision and lack of awareness until the call of his superior to report his findings. It was only then that Eizoku was brought back to this plain and formerly took a step back, returning his gaze to Lieutenant Suta, kneeling as he had done so.

Eizoku attempts to abate a non-existing conflict between himself and Arashi, but could the same be said between himself and Jizakai?


" I would like to first start off by issuing a formal apology for venturing off on the mission alone. After entering and failing to see the both of you cross over the threshold with me, I figured you would perhaps be 'sending me to my death, back within that God-forsaken place. Even more so after the recent incident that took place with Captain Oda. I assumed it had been payback for my own selfish actions prior. However, I wanted to also use this as an opportunity to prove to myself that...I'm capable of caring for and looking after someone besides myself."

Acceptance. Fear. Vengeance. Self-doubt. Reassurance. Such qualities are made clear in this apology. Arashi understood it, but whether he held any care for it or had truly accepted the apology remained completely lost. Whether Jizakai accepted it or not was of no concern to the Lieutenant. Arashi awaits the formal report to follow this formal apology...

" The mission from what I deduct has been a success. There were no enemies or entities occupying the Dangai, however, an irregularity that could potentially present an immediate danger to the Seireitei has indeed been discovered. I would much prefer to exchange this information back within the privacy of our own conference room as this should remain classified until the return of Lord Oda. Perhaps...over some tea?"

His imperious gaze closes, and yet his smile remains as always. His signature expression failed to even show his excitement and praise towards the 3rd Seat. He truly lacked any emotion, even at this moment. However, the mention of tea provoked a single eye to open up. Who would he be to turn down a moment to drink tea? How has it been since he had any? Realizing that it has been too long, he did not hesitate to follow behind the 3rd Seat who proposed they discuss this classified information behind closed doors.

"AAAAARRRRAAAAASSSSSHHHIIIIII..."

A haunting voice. One that brings chills to the bones of the mightiest beasts. One that lurks in the darkest depths of Arashi's mind. Such a nuisance even now peeks from behind the shoulder, a devilish grin and sadistic gaze lingering towards the 3rd Seat. Unseen, unnoticed, by all but Arashi.

" It'll be so easy... All it would take is one strike and you can obliterate his body into tiny unrecognizable chunks of flesh."

His inner hollow is quickly ignored and dismissed so coldly. All that stained Arashi's mind is what tea he would brew for himself and his comrades and what discoveries did Eizoku make within the Dangai.
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Jizakai

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Jizakai eyes were lit, amused by the situation that the Third Seat exceeded his expectations. As the man who was once lost to time, now had used this moment in space to lock his malicious gaze towards the Ametsuchi. It was seen and noted, but it was reflected with the 5th seat's own joy, acting as a cushion, as the projection of his own beautiful gaze may have even shocked Eizoku. A chuckle followed at the man's cute blue eyes, Jizakai caught when the Lieunentants authoritative command caught the attention of his superiors. Maybe it was for Eizoku's betterment, otherwise, Jizakai alluring visage may tempt Yugameru. Considering the proximity between the two, the Ametsuchi smirk grew even wider factoring in the type of situation they could have gotten into.

Soon apologies were issued, but Jizakai gaze shifted away from both of his superiors. He was not interested in reconciliation at the moment, not because he wanted to be rude or disrespectful. Nor was it to show how he felt about each individual around, however, the simple truth was that Ametsuchi became bored. Unexpectedly, abruptly the man seemingly became dissociated from the conversation. As his mind became a blank canvass, but with the position of his head angled upwards, it seemed he was in deep thought. In actuality, the man had been listening nigh subconsciously digesting the information.

At the point that Eizoku circled around, Jizakai lowered his eyes, and fading away was the joyous expression. It turned into something else, but a passage of wind came and brushed his hair to shroud the emotional display for a couple of moments. He kept silent, but he followed behind as smooth and swift as air itself. He would unconsciously move on the right side of the Lieutenant as they made their way to the destined location.​
 
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