[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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This nurse was the typical shinigami that saw Jinno if the Captain was out. She knew her way around Jinnnosuke's preferences and quickly patched him up. As Jinno lay there, he stare out the open window. He was never good at sensing the presence of others, however something was changing on the wind. Enough different energy to make him uncomfortable, and to the point where he noticed the Staff in the 4th Division get visibly ridged. Something was going on. Moving to where he wouldn't wake Yosuke, because no doubt he would be medicated somehow for the pain. Jinno's nurse knowing better than to give anesthetic to him. She merely cleaned him up, set his elbow and put a better sling on it. Jinnosuke would slip through the door and start to walk around the Division until he noticed them. Slowly they crept from the shadows and then started to close in on the exits and the other areas around the Division.
" These are the Onmitsukido.... What are they doing here like this.... I don't like this... I've never liked ninja."
Going back to his room and calling over the Green hair nurse that over saw Jinnosuke's wounds, He would have her dress them a little more, just encase things gout rough again. Before picking her up, spinning her around and giving her a kiss on the forehead. This resulted in her punching him in the side of the face. He just laughed and sat her down before exiting the room he was in. Walking down the corridors, he peeked in on Yosuke just to see him smothered in women. " Heh, hope that doesn't kill him" Continuing down the way, he passed a few shinigami he knew from his trips here. Finally descending the stairs to the main lobby on the first floor. Jinno would officially sign out of the 4th Ward and leave the paper trail requesting the 11th Division cover the bill. Walking out of the main entrance, Jinno made his way to the line of Onmitsukido he saw from the window of the room he was put in. Jinno would take out his Soul Phone and punch in Captain Kojima's number. They were on good terms and often sparred together. Sending him a short text that read.

" WYA? WYD? NINJA ALL OVER?!"

He would then put his phone up and look at the Shinigami dressed in a stealth suit that was closest to him. " What's the big deal? You guys loose something? I need to get back to my division, That isn't gonna be a problem is it? Or are you gonna do that thing where you just stare at me, Until someone else inevitably answers my question... Damn Stealth Types, Weirdos the lot of you. " He wouldn't move past them of reach for his weapon, just generally taunt them and ask what was going on. His arm in the sling starting to feel better, the same as his jaw. If he was already feeling good enough to start talking like that again, He was surely ready for a fight. Although if he could avoid it at the moment he would. Still he didn't like the idea of these Stealth force members blockading every one in. Something must be going on.

 

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Yosuke laid there staring up at the ceiling after all the nurses had checked up on him and finally let him have a moment to breathe. All the constant smothering made him realize why so many people got injured in the first place. They probably did it so all these gorgeous nurses would be fawning over them night and day. Yosuke found it as a mild nuisance, to be honest. He didn't have much interest in that sort of life or activities.
He sat upright after awhile and stretched a little bit. Amazed by the healing powers of the th Division he practically felt like he was almost back to normal. His body was still bruised and he was covered in bandages but aside form that he hardly felt any pain. He figured however since he was on bed rest he would take any time he could to train himself. Thus began Yosukes training plan he has in mind. Given his injuries he does not expect to push to harshly against Kōri no kesshō, however, any training he can attain while recovering he will do.
Yosuke would pull his zanpakuto from its scabbard and ley the blade flat across his lap taking on his traditional meditative stance. From there, Yosuke would begin his meditation process and enter into his zanpakutos inner world through the usage of Jinzen (刃禅, Sword Meditation; Viz "Sword Zen"). As he entered into the cold and unrelenting forest, Yosuke was instantly bombarded by a hail of snowballs from all directions being thrown by Kōri. Quickly being covered in powdery snow Yosukes anger erupted and began throwing snowballs back at Kōri."WHY ARE YOU THROWING SNOWBALLS AT ME THE MOMENT I COME HERE YOU LITTLE BRAT" Yosuke quickly then composed himself and walked towards Kōri he was giggling and sticking her tongue out at him."That's what you get for getting your ass handed to you so badly and for not using my powers earlier." Kōri skipped off into the forest and stopped everyonce in a while to turn and look back at Yosuke. It was as if she was intentionally leading him through the forest somewhere? Yosuke, however, knew that it was impossible he had spent hours wandering around this forest. Tsumetai Mori: (冷たい森, The Cold Forest) was an endless forest shrouded in a constant blizzard. There is nowhere she could take him that would be different from where they were now.
Intrigued, however, Yosuke continued to follow Kōri deeper into the cold forest. He walked for hours it felt like unsure of where they were headed or why they were going there. However, all his years he knew that Kōri would not tell him anything until she wanted too. So throughout the duration of their little nature walk, he didn't once ask her why or where they were going for he knew she would not answer until she was ready.

 

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The Stealth Force stood by, the hospital cordoned off like the other areas. As they waited quietly they observed a male exiting the medical facility, from the looks of it he was approaching them. Their stance quickly changed, preparing for a confrontation of some sort. They observed the male tuck away his phone, eyes studying his battered form. From the looks of it, he'd seen better days.
" What's the big deal? You guys loose something? I need to get back to my division, That isn't gonna be a problem is it? Or are you gonna do that thing where you just stare at me, Until someone else inevitably answers my question... Damn Stealth Types, Weirdos the lot of you. "
They paused, glancing at one another. The Agent being addressed stepped forward. "Listen we-" Before he could offer any form of explanation, vines sprouted from beneath the earth, beneath the agents, wrapping around their bodies in a vice like grip, squeezing their bodies just shy of fully crushing them as reiryoku spilled from their forms into the vines. Groans of pain and discomfort seethed from between clenched teeth. They struggled and writhed but were no closer to freedom, their struggle was a fruitless one. The shinigami's questions would have to wait, incapable of properly communicating in such a situation, not that it mattered. Those present knew next to nothing beyond their orders. The purpose behind their actions, though they could guess and assume, they couldn't fully say. Their Commander had been rather strict about keeping them in the dark, it was odd. Some believed perhaps only the Vice Captain would be informed on the motive behind the Captain's actions.
How wrong they were.

 

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Jinno would actually start to gasp as the Stealth Force member got ridged and started for a reply. Jinno leaned in to hear what he had to say, but as he did he felt small vibrations and started to feel a familiar presence. Before he had time to react, the Stealth member he was speaking too and the others lined up burst with vines and thorns. Jinnosuke blinked and smirked as the thrown bush was maybe an inch away from his eye. " Heh So First Division is having some problems with Second, or vice versa who know's. Glad i didn't have to cut these guys down myself though. Ahh Captain Commander, Go easy on them. I'm gonna get out of here and track down a familiar face before shit goes too far south." Jinno would then peer off towards the Southwest Seireitei. Sensing Reiatsu wasn't his specialty but if he had the time and will he could manage it.
Peering off he felt out, searching with his own reaitsu to lock onto anyone he knew. Focusing deeply he looked first where he came from, seeing nothing but black as he felt for another presence until finally. Shimmering in the dark, and only because they were side by side. Jinno saw Maho and Higen's Spirit Energy, Surrounded by the faint glow of Those being impaled by the same reiatsu he just saw.
"Heh, Got you."
Jinno would then implement a vast amount of spiritual energy to shunpo rapidly, thrusting himself with added haste to his movement and attempting to ignore any he would encounter, unless directly attacked mid shunpo. His direction to Captain Kojima and Captain Kagayaki. Two Captains he has had many conversations with and as two Divisions that love fighting, Maho doesn't escape a single conversation with Jinno about sparing or training. Captain Hagayaki however, Is the leader of the Mens Association Jinnosuke joined hoping to meet strong people, But all they do is talk about their emotions and work out plans. Jinno still goes however, because Higen's Tea selection is nice. Either way, They all enjoy one enough enough to hopefully not have any hidden agendas. Jinn shook these thoughts off as he traveled not liking where they took his mind.
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Southwest Seireitei========>Northeast Seireitei
In a flicker, Maho Kojima appeared at the front entrance to his barracks. The plant encased bodies of the second division were here as well, akin to those he had observed with his own eyes just moments before. Having completed his smoke, he tossed the tiny husk of cigar that remained on the ground and smooshed it into the dirt with his shoes. He frowned, keeping a distant tab of all the collecting energy signatures moving about the soul society. He made his way into his barracks, finding it empty still. It would seem that those of the ninth had yet to reveal themselves. Were they caught up in their work elsewhere? How many fires could there be in just a single day?
He did what he could to push thoughts like these to the middle of his mind rather than the back, allowing the immediate task to fulfill the front. He would move about the barracks first, securing the grounds, down each hallway, in every closet. The bathhouse and the locker rooms. The training room and finally his own office, which seemed as empty as it had been when he left earlier. The soot that stained the floor and walls had still been there from earlier. Everything remained untouched.
"Empty, Like I thought it would be."
rather swiftly, the sense of urgency left him. With so many forces inevitably moving to collapse on the Central Seireitai. So long as he arrived at an opportune moment, he was sure none would bat an eye. He would plop down in his large spinning chair and exhale.
He reached down and pulled out a large drawer filled to the brim with nothing unrelated to his habit. A large bag filled with green herbs was plopped down on his desk, followed by a large leaf and the case of prerolled cigars in his pocket. Taking his index finger, he moved it with the grace of a paintbrush or a sword, cutting out 6 perfectly shaped sections of leaf. With each one lined up in two rows, he would fill each with flower, sprinkling the perfect amount in a single pass. One by one, in a single lick he would roll them into perfect shapes and tuck all but one into his case. It was closed with a snap and tucked safely into his pocket. Placing it between his lips he simply leaned back and stared at the ceiling. What could 'NoBrow' Kyomu be doing? Did he lose his mind? Well...obviously he didn't have much of a mind he was sick...and an idiot. But what could be the motivation? He decided at this moment, in his growing irritation, that he would crush Kyomu and find out why he was making him do his job after all this time.

"That dumb ass... I'll beat the solid breaks off em' if the head captain doesn't."
There he sat for a few moments, awaiting something to happen. After about fifteen minutes, if no change occurred, he would spark the tip of his cigar, and head out the door into the Soul Society. He figured he would take his time, but eventually would find his way to the Central Seireitei.