[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Central Seireitei

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He could only be scared of the current situation he is in. With the barrier in place, he couldn't help it but think that it could be it for him. Just to think that he would die to this. He did thought the way he could die would be something entirely different... Like getting struck by lightning or something worse than this! But wait... Why did he feel like there was something about being struck by lightning? Could it be..... Nah. He might have to overthink it. At the same time, he could see that the group had taken notice of him. How couldn't they? It is clear that anyone could not just see such a frantic display coming from the young Shinigami. With tears and drip of liquid poured down from his face at that point, it is pathetic. It is simply gross to see him be so.
"I could feel such disappointment in Yasu chan's face."
He laughed a bit as he wiped the tears off his face, while placing his left hand onto the back of his head. He made a comment when looking over at Yasu's expression. At this point, he could tell that she was awed and disappointed by how bad he has it due to his terrible luck.
- WOOooosh -
It is only then.... that he would, no... Everyone in the Soul Society, he included, would hear such devastating sound coming from the location where Shobatsu and Nudes Brows are. What... just happened? Jiro turned his head in response to the sound to take a glance at where they were. It is clear that he could perceive a single slash, but a split second one, but then before he knew it. The barrier would have been shattered and broken down by the force of Shobatsu. and then... Before he knows it, he would be yoked by Jinnosuke and move all the way to Yasu where he would be dropped onto the ground. Still faced down against the surface while analyzing what had occurred. Before you know it. He quickly got up from the ground, all while he smacked the dust off his clothes before he moved closely toward Jinnosuke.
"MY GUY, JINNO."
He clung to the statue in such a dramatic manner with his tears continued to flow down the face. It is clear that he is very appreciative of this guy who just took him away from what might be dangerous.

 

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-From SouthEast Seireiteil to Central-

After leaving Division 2 barracks or rather the borderline of Division 2, before arriving in division 1, there was a massive line of a slashing attack within view. The lavender color in the sky reflected off the surface of Shirogane's iris, who manage to stand there right under the dark skies of purple flames. Seeing how the sky change color means someone released a powerful attack. The reiatsu in the air says it all. Standing on the wall of Central Seireitei near the destination, Shirogane's hair stood up on his arms. Hands were shaking while his mind was trying to comprehend this power before him. The building of the western side of Central, barely even saw what caused the newly decorated Central building. Shirogane had been shook to witness this up close, as he witnesses a power that he had never seen before. This display shows the difference in their ability. And if anyone, even someone like Shirogane is ever to reach that pinnacle of power. It would take a thousand years to reach that by training and experience alone.
However, without trying to get too caught up in such an 'awe' moment, Shirogane had to get back on task. He had traced a group of shinigami in Central; they were just ahead in plain sight. It seems to be talking amongst themselves, while perched on top of a roof watching from a distance. Before even going to them, both optics were gauging each shinigami there. A female and three boys, from where he stood, he could hear their conversation.
"Lt, huh?"
He brought himself to the group of shinigami as it seems they are trying to figure things out between themselves. You could add that to the list of the things Shirogane cares nothing about, as well. There was no time to brood or be silent; he had no time to waste being silent. When coming in to question the group, first and foremost, he had been prepared. If these were the members of Division 2 that he was ready to take them in his custody. Even if it means going down fighting at odds, though one of them excluded from the equation. They wear the badge of division 11, so he too was a Lieutenant. But the rest were questionable.
"Are any of you members of the Second Division? If so, before I take you with me into custody as a compliance to the Captain of you're squad. Do you have any more members on your team? I only ask this once, so do not withhold information from me. Otherwise, you're time in custody with me will be harsh. Speak now before I lose my patience."
His words spoken rather quickly yet with an agitated tone in his voice. Reasons that don't need to be shared with these pathetic street rats. While his eyes now closed in hope someone, anyone would try something stupid, giving him a reason to add bloodshed in the name of the Sixth Division.

 

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She was emerging from the muck that retreated into the palms of her hands once the shock of Commander Shobatsu had passed. From what Odei had spread herself out with, it also came back to her, eagerly and with little resistance. Yasu looked down at the palms of her hands, staring so intently at the small black dot that clashed against her tanned skin. A heavy sigh followed, and she felt as if her entire body was aching from the pressure that hit her with such proximity for the second time around though nothing could compare at the moment to what her captain must be experiencing.
The sound of shuffling behind her had caught her attention, and she turned, a glassy look in her eye as Nibui spoke his peace. It was fair. Who was she to argue when she had proclaimed the same just moments before. Puffing her cheeks out, she crossed her arms and listened further as Jinnosuke had once again begun his preaching.
She got it.
I got it already.
She got the idea al-fucking-ready.
Inhaling deeply, what had caught her attention the mention of the Sixth Division. Soon enough, they would be here, somehow. It was like speaking of the devil. However, her focus had quickly switched upon the sight of Jiro being dropped right in front of her and immediately ripped him off from Jinno and wrapped him tightly into a hug. The softness of Yasu’s actions were surely uncharacteristic, but she was on a wheel of emotions from all of the day's transgressions, and it was far from over. After the hug, she unceremoniously shoved the boy off and looked at Jinnosuke, ready to take off to the Second Division as spoken of, when the newest arrival had shown face.
“Are any of you members of the Second Division? If so, before I take you with me into custody as a compliance to the Captain of you're squad, do you have any more members on your team?”
Yasu sighed. All she wanted was a beautiful day. And everything turned to chaos within seconds. With her hands on her hips, she stared at the man that demanded things with little care for ranking above him. Roaming over his appearance, Yasu narrowed her eyes in distaste. How annoying it was for a Kuchiki to show face. The snobs hardly stepped in at any time, yet dared to possess arrogant air around their undeserving bodies, especially this one before her. From what she recalled, this was the one who had failed his captaincy exam, and quite miserably from how it was passed around. For him to still act so high and mighty, it earned a scoff of disbelief. One would think that failures would be humbled, but it seems the theory was proved wrong.
“I only ask this once, so do not withhold information from me. Otherwise, you're time in custody with me will be harsh. Speak now before I lose my patience."
Him? Lose his patience? The longer that he spoke, the more she was loosening on her ties to keep herself under control. Fists clenched so tightly that blood began to draw from her nails biting into her skin. She grits her teeth and couldn’t help but let out a chuckle that eventually grew louder and hysteric, leaving the wild pinky with her hands on her knees as she cackled. However, the stop was abrupt and would cause just as much confusion as it did once she had started laughing. Attention on the man before her, Yasu's nearly replenished reiryoku began to make itself known, the ominous violet glow beginning to shroud her tiny figure, but to those around her, it may have seemed as if she was growing larger in her presence.
“Don’t waste your breath anymore. I’m tired of hearing you talk.”
Shooting up her sleeves, streams of jet black muck began to coat her exposed skin, bubbling and whipping around her limbs like a strange creature. Keeping her face exposed, the muss of murky liquid began licking at her cheeks. Her stray cotton candy locks began to lift and flutter gently around in the air around her. While she became light, the air around her began to grow heavier, the muddled feeling having the ability to throw off the senses of those beneath her rank -- even those of the same rank -- and cause an unnerving sense of unwarranted pressure that could bring them down to their knees from the stunning release of her embodiment alone. Though her attention was focused on the Kuchiki, Odei had always had the liberty to act as she desired, becoming the second set of eyes that could protect, fight, and consume all at once.
Ninth and Eleventh. Do not interfere.
That’s the message she was relaying, but she had hoped their sense of duty would be overlooked to take heed to her warning. Nibui didn’t trust her, and Jinnosuke was somewhere in the middle; on the other hand, Jiro had just popped up without a clue, more or less… And Honoka. Honoka wouldn’t dare to step in since her work had already been completed long ago, but she didn't want to fight. Not for the reason of being a dirty accomplice, but fighting against the unruly arrest that so badly wanted to take place. Standing up at her full height of 5’6”, though it may not seem like a lot, the looming prowess that stirred within her body proved that the little monster is known as Yasu Yūgure, Lieutenant of the Second Division, was itching to tip the scales. A shadow drew over her face, and the radiant glow of her deep-purple orbs overflowed with an absolute aversion to the contents of the day at hand.
“You… I don’t feel like playing around. The air of superiority doesn’t give a face to the failure you possess, and for you to challenge the Second Division after facing defeat like that is even more disgraceful. Wherever is your pride?”

"My patience is already gone. I am the only member of the Second Division present, and I'm not going anywhere with the likes of a reject noble."

 

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As Shobatsu's slash passes through Kyomu's form where once he stood in the heart of the First Division, within the walls of the Seireitei of the Soul Society, the young Captain now found himself displaced in time. A small child he now was, one of five others specifically gathered, and trained. He felt that sense of pride all over. The joy of having friends, and an even greater elation that swallowed him whole as he was gifted with his first pet ever...and then the nightmares came. That sense of joy and pride quickly swallowed up by a monster, no...a demon called despair. He watched as his friends vanished, he felt the life leave from the furry companion he had come to nurture and love, a death wrought by his own small hands. He could see the tears in the eyes of his last two friends as he was handed down his ultimatum...and then...he once again felt their warm blood staining his flesh, soaking his blade, as their bodies lay lifelessly before him.
There was joy, no longer...
Warmth, replaced with the chill of isolation...
He had lost everything, been robbed of everything...traded everything for strength and duty. Time once more warped in a way that seemed all too natural. The cold young man no longer a child, now older and burdened with even more responsibility under the banner of duty. He sees himself as he did then, guiding those under his charge as they strolled through the halls of the Academy. He is present, yet absent in mind, a rare trait for him. Surrounded by many students, each with aspirations all their own, for power..fame...a duty they believe themselves prepared to fulfill. Yet, those cold lifeless amber pools catch a glimpse of something. In this world of black and grey he sees...pink?
A young, small pink haired girl, she somehow stands out amongst the others. The stench of naivety still clinging tightly to her, yet...he cannot help but to remember his past...before he became what he now was. He would never admit it, but she was a reminder of better days...a happier time, a more joyful him.

The Captain blinked, eyes opening as he stood before Central 46. It was a day he could never forget, the hallmark of his reckoning. "Captain Mukuro of Squad 2...do you know why you are here?" A male voice calls out to him, one of many. The owner of the voice hidden behind a plaque bearing the number "12" upon its surface. Kyomu stands there, emotionless. He offers no response to the question posed to him. "Shobatsu Murasaki was a mistake, a grave one on our part. He is a madman, a monster that should have never been released. Left to his own devices, he WILL bring about the end of the Seireitei." A new voice, this one that of a woman. It resounds from behind the plaque bearing the number "27". Still, the Phantom keeps his silence, eyes forward. He is still, as if frozen...locked in place. Silence fills the hall.
"We've already given word to your clan, and both they and we the 46 members of Soul Society's judiciary agree...you are the most qualified for the role of rectifying this error. You are an assassin with no peer. In an all out battle against Shobatsu Murasaki we will fail without question... the collateral damage and loss would be greater than any the Soul Society has ever faced. However, with your abilities, we may stand a chance. You are not a fighter, but an assassin after all." Kyomu's eyes narrow for a single instant, before returning to their impassive state. He remained void of voice.
"Captain Mukuro of Squad Two...you are tasked with the elimination of the current Captain Commander, the tyrant who usurped the position...Shobatsu Murasaki." The Forty-Six members spoke in unison, their voice resounded within the underground assembly hall as one.
Fools they were. Still, he had his orders. His clan had been approached, and properly commissioned to fulfill their contract, Kyomu was the chosen blade. There was no one off limits to the Mukuro Clan, everyone was a potential mark regardless of status, of age or gender. How could Kyomu not understand the laws ingrained into him since his youth? The Central 46 were the judiciary authority of the Soul Society, when they spoke, everyone and everything moved accordingly. He was not only a Shinigami within the Gotei 13, but a Captain as well.
As the current head of his clan, he could not shame his family's name or reputation by refusing this task....and as a Captain, he could not disregard his duty, regardless of his opinion on the matter. He knew where this road would take him, yet it was a path he could not allow his subordinates to tread. So, he said nothing. He trained his Lieutenant, in hopes that she will pick up on his skills and abilities, should he face the worst case scenario. He kept his Division in the dark, giving them plausible deniability to his actions should he fail. It was the best case scenario, it would limit the collateral damage to him, and him alone. Neither Shobatsu nor the Central 46 would be able to touch his subordinates after he was gone.
The only thing he had not anticipated were those few members approached by his clan. The elders of the Mukuro clan used their loyalty to Kyomu against him. They trained them in secret, taught them the method of erecting the barrier, all to lighten the burden upon their Captain.
A warmth overcomes him, the crackling of fire fills his ears. He hears voices, whispers that surround him, the voices of his fallen men. A purple glow fills his gaze, flames dancing wildly within the mirrored view of his amber hues. And then...his eyes flick open. He gasps for air, wheezing...coughing as he's returned to the present. He blinks, the heavy shadow of the Commander eclipsing his form.
He grits his teeth, as he glares up towards the towering man. He could feel it...something wasn't right...with his body...with him. The weight of Shobatsu's overbearing reiatsu weighing heavily on him, causing him to buckle beneath its power, bones creaking painfully. Kyomu bit his lip until it bled, it was something he had prepared for. Shobatsu deemed himself a man of reason, of balance and justice. Regardless of Kyomu's actions, those who had done anything which could be construed as truly treasonous had been dealt with, either dead or dealt with in one way or another. His Lieutenant had done nothing, and truly knew nothing. The same could be said to those he had ordered into the belly of the Maggot's nest without a word of explanation. They were ignorant, innocent, to punish them for crimes not committed, and knowledge not held would be unjustified. Kyomu alone should be a sufficient enough sacrifice.
" Stop standing there....mocking me...just get it over with already." He barely coughed out, eyes still cold as pain still wracked his body. The barrier was no more, he could no longer feel the souls of those that fueled it...they were gone. Veins surfaced upon his forearm, neck and forehead as he struggled where he stood, practically kneeling as a result. He failed in his mission, but...perhaps it was a subconscious act of self sabotage. His method was outside his standard M.O...too grand...too loud...too noticeable. He moved as if to fulfill his duty, while doing what he could to protect his division, allowing his failure to serve as a warning to not only the Central 46...but to his clan as well.
This was all he could do.

 

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Other than the attempt at breaking the barrier and his evasive maneuvers regarding Yasu’s shikai, Nibui had been relatively uninvolved, a perspective from behind the glass. His few comments had left little to no mark on the situation. With his view from the outside, he had studied the participants in this scenario, Jinnosuke, Yasu, the new additions of Jiroshizo and Shirogane as well as the former participant, Honoka. It was a disaster, from start to finish. Even Nibui himself had been a little scatter brained with his inaction after aiding in the escape of Honoka and Yasu, even following the display of the Captain Commander’s Reiatsu, but who could ignore such a behemoth?
Even as he spoke to Jinnosuke, beneath the oversized sleeves of his, hands and fingers trembled, the void-like orbs of his jittering momentarily. Was it fear, excitement, awe? All of the above. The feeling remained with him as he watched the Captain Commander’s Reiatsu stretch beyond the reaches of the Seireitei and Rokungai before dissipating into the skies above. Beneath the surface of his unnervingly honest being, there brewed a mix of emotions, a volatile one. Somewhere within, he wanted to personally meet the source of this Reiatsu, a desire not all his own, there was more behind it. Simultaneously, there was a primal fear that had welled up within, there was no way he could even think of standing before such strength.
Despite his focal point being elsewhere, he had heard what Jinnosuke had to say, his plan and his words of criticism. Words of naivety to Nibui. In the face of what he had just witnessed, he believed he had spoken, but no words had left his lips, what he intended to say had remained internal. ”Foolish words, those naive thoughts won’t get you far..” Was it the shock that stopped his words from escaping his lips? No one would know, yet perhaps his future actions would express these thoughts of his.
Fingers curled into a fist beneath his clothing, tightening further and further as he began to slow his breathing, controlling it as best as he could before turning his attention back to those within his vicinity. With the group regaining his focus, it seemed to have grown in the moments he was distracted. Jiro, the klutz who was previously behind the barrier had been brought over, and a Kuchiki was now present. Nibui was not one to show disdain toward people without a first impression, but the Kuchiki always had an air about them, one of unnecessary arrogance. As though their birthright was a power above all, if only they could see the reality, a Kuchiki surrounded by those who held a greater position or equal position to them. Regardless, Nibui had a job to do, even if it was not his designated role.
Jiro, he was as loud as he was before. Had he no control? Regardless, that was not an issue in the current moment, merely a note Nibui had taken of the boy, perhaps later interactions between the two would be less hectic. Hopefully so at least. It wasn’t long after the arrival of the Kuchiki that he would speak, asking- No, demanding members of the Second Division to step forward, before they test his patience? Even going so far as holding threats? It seemed the royalty was out of his depth. The first impression had been set.
Before anyone else had said anything, a laughter, soft at first before growing louder, deranged. The source? Lieutenant Yugure. So, she had hit a breaking point it seemed? If anything were certain in this instant, it was the direction this interaction would be steered. From previous displays, the girl had already been at a less than whole mental state. Drained perhaps from previous experiences? She had had her Reiryoku drained from her body not but moments ago, Honoka being the cause of this, Nibui was no detective, the truth that lay in events prior to his arrival would remain a mystery to him for the time being. Still, mentally it seemed she was far from one hundred percent, understandably so. As a Lieutenant, the sentiment she shared for her division was one he too held for his own, even if he had not worn it on his sleeve as she did.
“Don’t waste your breath anymore. I’m tired of hearing you talk.”
These words of hers, they were not alone, no, they were accompanied by action. As her Reiatsu flared, it much like that of most who would cross Nibui’s path, there was very little that registered with him other than the veil of violet that shrouded the girl’s small form, nor had he truly felt any change in the surroundings. A product of the conditions his own Reiatsu had set for him, an immunity training of sorts. Yet the intense nature she displayed was clear, especially as that same, tar-like substance coating the girl’s exposed skin as if to act as an armour. Once again, the girl had his attention and sadly, for the wrong reasons. Nibui was not one to shy away from conflict, despite his desire to avoid death. Regardless of what his desires were, his fate was to bring the life of threats to an untimely finale. Soon, the girl spoke once more, much like before, her goofy nature had descended below the surface, in it’s stead, a combative and taunting tone, she was inciting violence. It seemed that soon there would be need for an intervention, depending on how the other parties reacted.
Watching through to the very end of the exchange, he would remain silent, until there was time for him to speak without interruptions. He understood the predicament and that his words would likely reach deaf ears on all ends but still, he had a duty to uphold and there was nothing stopping him from doing so.
”Oi. Listen closely you two, Lieutenant Yugure and you, Kuchiki. I’ll say this once and if you choose to ignore me, I won’t hesitate to stop you both. Tensions are high but there is no reason to shed blood as you two intend to, from what I can see at least one of you intends to do more than spill the blood of the other.”
Throughout the time in which he spoke to Yasu and Shirogane respectively, his eyes shifted between the two of them. As he finished, Jinnosuke became his focus. The brash fool who had plans of his own, sadly for the pompadour sporting brute, this was not the place of the Eleventh and Nibui was his superior.
”Jinnosuke, this is not our job. We are not detectives, leave this in the hands of those more suited for this. We are the blades of the Soul Society, if you are so worried about the safety of others, then head back to the barracks and make sure our own division is fine until we are called on by the likes of a Captain or another emergency shows itself. For the moment our job is done.”
As he spoke, he had made sure to speak both clearly and loudly enough for the group around him to notice, everyone included, in both times times he spoke. Just as with every other time his voice was heard, there was only honesty. Not a shred of dishonesty or humour found in his tone. His had simple intentions. To confirm that neither Yasu or Shirogane would severely injure one another and to reign in his division member from going on to do anything unnecessary and stupid.