[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Central Seireitei

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“Captain Mahō Kojima!
“Do not disgrace yourself any further. Turn back and offer your blood. Only then may you leave.”

An annoying and grating voice strikes at his ears, like bloodied fingers across an old chalk board. He winces, the short stacked woman with brown skin barks in his direction. All he can do is look at the bloodied Captain Yu in her arms. He yanws, his mouth opening wide. He stuffs a cigar between his teeth and gives her a sharp glare. Yu's fate today was an unfair one, but his mouth had gotten him into this trouble. What Maho could not understand, is where this seated officer got the nerve the need to intervene in the matters of a Captain. Who gave her the right to open that pretty little mouth of hers? He searched and searched the cosmos of his consciousness searching and found no answer. A vein raises in his head as he contemplates choking the last breath out of her. But the injured Yu, his image deters him. He recollects the meetings events in his mind. How he had wanted to get it over with, and return home. How all that had transpired saw those in the hall with plenty they needed to reflect on, to rectify. Kyomu's clock ticked continuous. Higen needed to be evaluated quickly. And Tenzen needed to master his own insecurities. all of their time was limited and they would choose to spend it fighting a useless battle? Wouldn't this be proving the commanders point? If Maho was to prepare for war, what did that mean for the others, who's work piled higher with every passing moment. Maho wasn't one to waste his effort on something he didn't believe in. Especially if it was an ugly ass order like that. The Captain's needed a lesson, sure. But Maho had more respect for them than that. Don't leave until your blood is draw...is he stupid? he thinks to himself.
His index finger traces the broad edge of the small woman blade, his voice utters in a long drawn out tone.
"OOOOOooHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhkkkkkaaaaaaaaay. . . ~"
He inches the cold steel out of his face while preparing words she didn't deserve. Who the fuck was she?!

Ohhh ppuuuuuuuleaaaaaaase. Do you know how much of a waste of time this is? Some of us have a job to do.
...So you know what....
...why don't you....
Su-

A chilling gust greets him, creeping into his pants leg. Something trickles down to his ankle. It is... thick and wet...His expression changes as he stands there, stuck, trapped in time. A bead of sweat falls down the side of his bobbled head. His pants leg has a single rip in it, four inches wide. Within, his leg has suffered a lengthy gash. But when!? He thinks back, in his haste, he had beelined toward the door. He must have scraped himself amongst the many spikes protruding from Captain Higen's crystals. How could he not notice?!
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He sighs expressively, his free hand raising as a ball of fire. It Ignites the tip of his cigar allowing him to draw in a plume of smoke. The trio now overtaken by an awkward and uncomfortable silence. The Dragon's expression has become blank and unfulfilled. He flicks her blade out of his face while pointing down at his leg "Happy....Scumbag?" he beckons, clearly an act of sarcasm.
“I’m fine…”
The Doctor's voice, a whimper, cuts through the awkward silence. He lifts himself out of her grasp, struggling to find his footing. He was not prepared to suffer this today, that much was certain.
He had left himself wide open and unarmed. Maho in his carless pursuit had suffered a superficial wound he had no intention of taking. Whatever opinions made about them, forward was the only direction they could go.
“Just make sure you’re ready next time, Mahō… I know I’ll be.”
"Huuuh!?!? Ready for what?!?! Aint no point in playing if I can't play for keeps..."
he brushes off Captain Yu's words. In his mind, they weren't in the same boat. But he could care less about any thoughts formed against him. He was sure Yu probably felt the same...
Probably.
"Besides...those idiots have their work cut out for them.
And you know it. . ."
The Two Captains walk in the same direction for most of their journey, at a near equal pace. Excess was not either of their preference deep down. This much was certain, and all that transpired within the Captains hall could be classified as "Too Damn Much" by any standard. Maho was unruly. He held a high opinion of himself. But when all else failed, he saw the bigger picture. What else could you expect from a man who's head was always so high in the clouds. Maho could at least see his ally back to their corner of the Soul society. They were neighbors after all...

 

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Cerulean blue skies with huge fluffy cloud littered the sky about the grassy area outside the Fifth Division. Kiku had moved to laying here and planned on taking a small nap, yet something was bothering him. He wasn't able to drift into sleep like usual. He shifted and turned until he found himself staring at the sky with a furrowed brow. Sitting up and then slowly standing, he walked over to a wall separating the grassy section from a tiled corridor.
Kiku stood around for just a little before finding himself utterly bored. No one was to be found, the rare black blur dashing by on a rooftop or skittering through the hall in a near run. The Seireitei was busy it seemed. Kiku looked back up towards the sky. The clouds were drifting into the middle of the day, Kiku leaned against a rail and would sigh deeply. ' If i only had some bad habits like smoking or drinking... I could spend some time doing that. I guess i have time for a walk.' Kiku would shift off the rail and spin in a half circle until he pointed in a direction. He would then jump up to the roof of the nearest corridor. Bursting off into a Shunpo, Kiku would head over to the 8th Division. It had been some time since it had been cleaned or looked at so he figured he might be able to go rid it of some dust or remove any disrepair. ' I guess i do have some habits after all.' Kiku would smile under his half mask.
The Captains meeting was probably going to take the rest of the evening so it was no use in waiting around dying of the heat. Kiku rarely gets to explore the Seireitei on his own, typically resigned to a mission or duty. In a sense until he heard from Captain Oda, he was free to his own devices. These new people might even turn out to be what you would call friends. Seeing as Kiku had none really, it might be good for him to mingle. Not wanting to waste any time, his Shunpo increased in speed until he was but a blur, quickly closing the distance between 5th division and 8th Division.
-------Traveling to Soul Society: 8th Division Headquarters & Barracks ----------

 

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These two men he is locked in combat with, stand at extreme opposites of morality and public opinion. Kyomu Mukuro, hated and ostracized for his attempted coup against the Commander. Higen Kagayaki, beloved and praised for saving the Soul Society from a falling Kōtotsu. Tenzen himself lay in the middle of public opinion, others are skeptical and wary of his existence. But he sees none of this, in this room are warriors of the Soul Society, public opinion should matter very little to those who achieve results. Results are something Tenzen is familiar with his copious amount of planning and plotting, the ideas this man conjures forth seldom see the realm of failure. Should it be a thug in Rukongai attempting to take his life, he has a plan for it. Should an army of Quincy or Arrancar arrive in Soul Society, he has a plan for it. Should the entirety of the soul palace come falling down from the sky, while it may not be immediate, he'll have a plan for that as well.
What he conspires in this room is very much the same, firing off Hado 91 in an odd sequence like that was meant to displace and scatter the Captains, repositioning them, and destroying any sense of comfort they may have had in their positions. The best position is no position, such is the way Tenzen does battle. Three orbs slam against the throne Kagayaki takes cover behind, against the walls three more orbs splash against the reinforced walls of the Hall due to Mukuro who avoids them with his blistering speed, and three other orbs crash against the door of the Hall in an attempt to race after Kojima, the reinforced door stands tall and strong although cracked from the force of the attack.
While those orbs were flying The Shining Knight made his crystal structures volatile and then explode sending shards all about the room. The one nearest Tenzen explodes while he chants the follow-up incantation, shifting his eyes in its direction the mist of his Shikai rises up to form a defensive bubble that removes these shards from existence. Kyokkō still being active conceals the activity of his Zanpakuto though it makes his position all the more obvious as a spot of the ceiling remains undamaged. By this point, his positioning mattered not as he hears The Phantom fending off the shards with his blade. Was The Phantom blind? Did he not care to count the orbs that were fired? Never mind that, did he not notice the singular orb that was left in its position near the door growing stronger by the second? He had placed himself right behind it, that orb had been left behind the moment Tenzen decided to relocate himself.
"Light bullets, eight bodies, nine items, book of heaven..."
'The Mukuro clan, efficient killers, the sneaky kind. Be thorough about their defeat as their craft is to be respected and we show respect through violent domination.' Words taught to him by his uncle about the very clan his fellow Captain hails from. Who would have thought the two heads of these clans would face each other like this. Kyomu's Reiatsu explodes and casts a haunting glow around him, Tenzen would have none of this. He stops the incantation partway, a bit more of the incantation remained, however, he didn't like what The Phantom was up to. The final orb had more than enough of the incantation fed to it and so it is fired at the man who somehow missed this ball of Reiryoku floating a few meters away from the door. Before he can continue with whatever it was he was planning he would be hit by the orb creating an explosion powerful enough to shake the room but not strong enough to kill the man. This should prove to be more than enough to put him out of the fight, for now at least. He wished to receive a wound from the man but his survival instincts scream louder than any desire he may have. Tenzen remains vigilant of The Phantom should this close range attack somehow miss or fail.
Confrontation of Fear
The Mad Buddha appears before Higen once again, Zanpakuto in hand with mist curling around his body to protect him from any more projectile attacks. The edge of the blade still glowing yellow though his right arm is not crackling with electricity. The dim light of the room hides his face, his body standing still, like a statue. He says nothing, does nothing, only watching the Knight diligently. Suddenly, from behind Captain Kagayaki, a roar of power and electricity erupts! The force and power of this spell tears away Kyokkō from Tenzen's body as it barrels right towards Higen's flank.
"Hadō #88. Hiryū Gekizoku Shinten Raihō!!!"
(飛竜撃賊震天雷炮, Flying Dragon-Striking Heaven-Shaking Thunder Cannon; Viz "Dragon Strike Heaven-Shaking Lightning Cannon")
Should this spell hit it would engulf the room with flames once again that would rush to every corner just like the dragon had done so before. Should it miss the results of the explosion would be the same. Was this getting out of hand? Was the Oda perhaps showing signs of why his family was barred from the Seireitei, to begin with? Perhaps, however, Higen is The Shining Titan and as destructive as this spell may be he should be able to walk away just fine, albeit shaken up quite a bit. The Kido Chief respects these two men in the hall, he respects the other two that have already left, and so he will treat this bout with the respect that it deserves.

 

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Following Shobatsu’s pace, the trio continue their walk towards the Central Forty Six, the accusers of the Commander. Knowing well how efficiency is key to surviving her Captain’s presence, Honoka begins her report straight away. The soft tone of her voice calm as ever as the Commander’s purple eyes look onward, unfocused on the present.
"Certainly. As of now, we have two reports of Togabito in the world of the living. One in Naruki, engaged by Tenth Divisions Hyouzoku Shizuka, Yakimono Kuro, Abarai Ryuga...-"
The Commander continues on, his demeanor and expression making it uncertain as ever as to his inner thoughts. Had he heard the information? Such a crisis has not occurred since the Shattered Dimension’s event itself, and yet the Commander does not give a semblance of a reaction. However, the moment the Lieutenant becomes distracted, this suddenly changes.
Despite her cadence, Honoka was caught off guard by the unsettling events behind her. The eruption of Captain Nakamoto, his limbs attached by threads, the first to shed blood, and not by his own hand. Next, Captain Kojima, materializing behind the wounded medic, entering into an altercation with Akarui. The Chief of the Guard was notoriously short tempered, and violent, getting on her bad side would be a mistake for the Prideful Dragon. The most distracting, however, was the release of Captain Mukuro’s Bankai, a power rarely seen by those who live to tell the tale. This all distracts the Head Lieutenant. Occupying her thoughts and attention for only a moment. However, in doing so she gained the full attention of the Commander.
The purple-misted eyes of the Commander, which always seem to look ahead undaunted by what’s before them, now shift. Pupilless, it is through pure killing intent that Lieutenant Oki can feel their gaze directly upon her. Though he can not see her, the concentrated mass of the Commander’s judgement would penetrate through the Lieutenant’s calm-natured front, through her deeper recesses, which crave trickery and violence, and into her core, where she lay suppressed: Terror. Unsuspecting, as her gaze and attention look elsewhere, the Liuetenant would suddenly find her body unable to move. Even her own heart refuses to beat. That is, until the wisdom of her mind compels her body to correct its mistake, and continues to give her report.
"- and the assistance of Fullbringers. As for Karakura, Thirteenth Division is on site, under command of Fourth Division's Lieutenant Hageshi Omoni, with Quincy on the scene as well. It appears that the Quincy are currently assisting in the battle against the Togabito. I've approved requests for the removal of the Gentei Kaijo, for Third Seat Shizuka, as well as Lieutenant Omoni. So far, this is all the information that is currently available."

Shobatsu’s gaze returns forward. Unable to lay eyes upon the world around him, the Commander instead looks towards an unseen future. Behind him, Shusuke walks silently, a fly on the wall of a Lion’s Den. The Commander pays him no mind, so long as he remains in line.
"And while, this is not dire information, I summoned Lieutenant Nozamu of Twelfth Division to my office for a meeting not only to learn more on Hell, but to perhaps shine light on how one may escape Hell, given Yami's return and his own verbal report on the God King's escape from Hell as well. Regrettably, he failed to arrive in my office."
She pauses once more, this time not out of distraction, but to arrange her thoughts before speaking to her Captain. As she pauses, the Commander does not, but continues his stride unimpeded. Nearly arriving upon the entry way to the Central Forty Six Compound, she finalizes her report.
"This is far too coincidental for my taste. The God King's reappearance, Yami suddenly able to return, and worst of all, the escaped Togabito in the world of the living. While I only have reports of two, there may be more on the loose wreaking havoc. Lieutenant Nozamu, given his Hell expertise, could very well have been the only one to give me the information we need to take more decisive actions, his untimely disappearance in itself could mark something troubling for us. "

Finally, they arrive at the end of the line. Before Shobatsu is the great doors of the compound, dwarfing the Titan in their size. The Commander stops, turning to face Honoka once more, his eyes returning closed. His voice echoes between the pillars of the gateway where they stand, a thunderous cacophony of authority.

“Lieutenant Hageshi was dispatched on a mission to procure a Hollow. The Hollow is here. Lieutenant Hageshi is not. Retrieve her. Send orders to Captain Nakamoto. Fourth Division will be escorted by Liuetenant Uekū to assist the Tenth and Thirteenth Divisions in the World of the Living. Upon Captain Kagayaki’s return, inform him of the situation. He has authority to act on my behalf.”

The Commander does not pause to allow his Lieutenant a moment to gather her thoughts, as she turns to smile at Shusuke. Instead, he demands her full attention immediately, not wasting a moment, even between giving crucial orders. She will understand and act, or fail at her duty and face judgment. This was the way of the First.
“Have Lieutenant Kyōraku stripped of his title, and seize his assets. Promote the Shinigami Researcher capable of retrieving and deciphering his research, then you will look it over yourself to report.”
As the closest Soul to the Commander, Honoka would know better than to leave without dismissed. Though all of her matters have been addressed, it is clear the Commander is not done yet.
“These instances confirm Mochizuki’s report. If simple Togabito are capable of manifesting Hell Gates, then it is indeed possible for the God King to have escaped. Locate Mochizuki. Dispatch him to Hueco Mundo. He will not return until the creature known as Vincent Bauttista is dead. Should he encounter Hibiki Maeda, he will bring him back dead or alive.”
In that moment, the massive doors, composed of Spirit reducing stone, burst open behind the Commander. They lead into pure darkness, a wall of black into which the Captain descends. The tapping of his empty sheath, used as a cane upon the ground echo, grows quieter as his body is engulfed in darkness. His final destination is none other than the very court where the Great Judicator himself shall soon be judged.
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In this final moment, when the light of his white haori fades from sight, the Commander’s voice rings out once more. The disembodied thunderous boom is like the voice of an omnipresent being, like the voice of the Soul King itself.
“Dismissed.”

 

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She sees the gears turning in that bulbous head of his and watching as the vein forms on his forehead brings her satisfaction. And hearing the scoff come from the Nakamoto boy in her arms only confirms her affirmations on the pitiful captain that stood before her. Even in his injured state, such a sound was able to be produced by Yū. Even with the vicious glare that he bestowed upon her, Akarui would make no motion or utter no phrase that would give even the slightest hint that he would be allowed passage until he had returned inside, behind these closed doors and done as he was commanded to by his superior. The Head of the Guard Unit was ill-tempered, easily irked, and to be looked down upon by the scum of the hierarchy was only adding fuel to the already raging inferno that the seated member carried inside of her.
It all would have been so easy, yet it was he who made this difficult and only harmed himself in the process of this meaningless rebellion. Defying the Commander’s orders, belittling his position as a Captain of the Gotei Thirteen, embarrassing the other captains in the process, and looking down on a member of his superior’s division for doing their job? She could only wonder how far his pride would go. To go as far as touching an unknown weapon simply seemed to be the start of where he would answer to his sins.

Upon generous swipe of his finger against her blade, the digit would corrode and melt away into an unsightly pile of dissolved flesh and bone down to his knuckle in an instant, and would only continue to reach farther and farther upwards unless he managed to stop its warpath on his own accord. Having been in its Shikai state long since any of the Captains had stepped foot within the threshold of the First Division, Akarui's zanpakuto, Sansei-jū,possessed violent properties that were capable of melting away anything that comes into contact with her blade. With his finger already gone, she wondered where would it end? Would he sacrifice his arm due to his unrivaled pride? Would he perish to escape the duties of his position? Akarui was knowledgeable of the Captain’s abilities after studying his placement test with Higen Kagayaki, and again during the reports after the events of the Kotōtsu. Even if he did lose a limb, the contents of his zanpakuto would assure its versatility to assist him in future battles, but that was all dependent on him. Upon normal circumstances, assaulting a captain would be treasonous, and she would be sent to prison for committing a travesty. However, there was nothing normal about this situation; Akarui was here to do as she was ordered to, and performed under the Commander’s direct orders. Those that went against his words would not go unpunished, the esteemed Captains would be held to the same standard.
Even the superficial cut that was made prior by whatever happened within those doors, it had delayed its presence and had not shown until Mahō had dared to step out of the Meeting Hall. It would not be accepted, and for what reason?
“Do not leave this place until your blood has been spilt.”
The parting words that Shobatsu Murasaki had uttered before the echoing thud of the hall’s doors coming to a close replayed in her mind. Even as the stream of blood spilled from his wound and pooled around there feet and inched towards the stairs, it was not heeding the order. Akarui would have felt relieved of Captain Nakamoto’s weight as he excused himself from the premises, having completed his task. Meanwhile, Akarui would have stayed her hand in her bloodied uniform. Now holding her staff with both hands, the fuming sixth seat would raise her blade in a vicious swipe upward with blinding speed in defense from being advanced upon by Mahō's disparaging touch in a forceful attempt to reel him back into the hall, far from the door and into the fray. She falls into a position where the curved and unstained blade would point directly towards the door, her grip tightened like a vice, though her stance looking quite an at ease.
The chilling clashes between Kyomu Mukuro, Tenzen Oda, and Higen Kagayaki are powerful, and those unfamiliar with battle would dirty themselves from the sheer overwhelming aura that each possessed, from presence alone. Now, to have them exert so much force that the explicable application of Kyomu's Bankai was revealed had meant that things would soon have the inner hall bathed in red more than it already was. However, Akarui would not be worried about those three. They were lost in the throes of battle. Yū Nakamoto had completed the objective despite never expecting to leave as mangled as he was. It was the Captain of the Ninth Division that currently held her attention.
Akarui would not repeat herself.
She would not let anyone pass until the task had been completed within those walls.