[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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Settling back into her seat, Junko could do no more than simply watch the fiasco that unfolded before her with the woman's cats. Her reiatsu had not wavered in its attempts to aid the Captain, despite how little it seemed to be doing for the man. Regardless she refused to simply give up, wishing to give any relief that she could at all. As the events continued to unfold she considered the promotion she had just been given. She was truly grateful, guilt rising up in her at her silence to his words. She should have thanked him, shown her gratitude. Despite feeling unworthy he must have seen something in her that she had or could not. She had never questioned his judgement before and wouldn't now. When the situation calmed she would show her appreciation for the honor.
The animals seemed to be getting handled. Her thoughts flitted to the new new call to the World of the Living by Fourth Division members. Despite their abilities it was quite true they were not the most sturdy and aggressive lot for the most part. Many of them, including herself, would need quite a deal of training to be prepared for such missions. Personally, she would be committing all of her free time, despite how little there was, to readying for such positions. Though she found it difficult to gauge her current worth and ability herself, she knew she had potential. Especially with Gumyōchō by her side. The Zanpakuto held much more value and power than it had ever been able to exhibit. This much she knew. And although she was a stoic being that spoke little, Gumyōchō had always been a companion to Junko. She could depend on the Zanpakuto's power currently. What could be achieved with training with and without it excited her. There was so much room for growth for both of them.
As the room quieted Junko began to stand, eyes focusing on the Captain as she prepared to relay her feelings to him over her promotion. Her mouth hadn't even fully opened, sound not even fully formed and released when the door burst open and the familiar figure stood there in all her glory. Without thinking she was now fully standing, body turning to look as their Lieutenant looked about the room and spoke.

"Omoni-san!"
The last time they had crossed paths Junko had stood aside. Despite her wishes to approach the woman she knew she was on an urgent mission and had quickly been on her way. Her demeanor made it appear as though she had much to say as well and perhaps more that was required of her outside of the barracks. But for now she was here and for the first time in a quite a while Junko had the chance to speak to her. A simple glance at the strong figure gave her all the more resolve. Her admiration for the woman was for her strength, an aspect Junko had not been living up to in her wishes to be a force such as her. If there had been any wavering in her will to be worthy of the new missions required of Fourth they dissipated simply at a glance of Omoni.

 

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Down a lit hallway, to the left, behind an olive wall, was Jatiri's quarters. Inside was Jatiri on a red stool, conjuring up ideas onto a paper, the paper in his hand. His hand that wielded a pen rushed across the page, his every thought surfacing. These thoughts were like Jatiri's hunched shadow. The end was near. He nearly marked up the entire paper, so if his writing was digestible, he would take a breather. Consuming the cherry inked paper again and again, he released it, stepping on it while leaving. The sun encouraged Jatiri to behold concrete. His eyes were submissive to the rays that painted his world black. Distinguishing his surroundings was important; accordingly, to interrupt the rays by placing his hand above his eyes was necessary. Taking a deep breath, he wondered how lieutenant Abe was.
She was in a coma. Naturally, he was concerned. He reassured himself that she'd be alright and would repel whatever threatened her life. At least, this was the outcome he hoped for. The ninth had lost so much already. In no time, a promising bunch was reduced to two, the last two seated members standing. Thus, apart from them, the spirits of those who remained dwindled. They desired stability and so did Jatiri.
In the meanwhile, support his lieutenant was what he would do. He pierced the front gates ahead, forcing them open. Converting his form into something indiscernible, he aggravated the recurring winds. Shunpo took him away.

 

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--- Arriving from Southwest ; 11th Division to 4th Division---
" Omoni! Where are ya! "
His deep booming voice would echo throughout the typical soft and quiet 4th Division. Unlike the medical facility, which at times could be chaotic. The Fourth was usually silent, and soft and Jinno hated it. Yet Omoni requested him to come here a few days ago, something about some kind of medical procedure the kid came up with so he wouldn't destroy himself whenever he used Bankai. This meant he also wouldn't need Omoni to use her Bankai to prevent this as well. Generally freeing them up in combat.
He moved to the inside of a building and browsed around the stuff left out. Be it personal belongings or decorative items. Lifting it, examining it, and setting it down. He was generally a plague while in this division.
" You gonna make me burst down walls to find you, or you gonna do it yourself?!! "
Another shout would fill the division; He would keep this up until He or Omoni found the other. Whatever it was that they had to do, it better not take long; Jinno wanted to get out there and help those two skinny kids in his Division. He liked them. They were good, lads. Bright and strong. Hopefully, they wouldn't die on this mission or Before Jinno got there to witness it.
Poking around the seating arrangements, he would find a few loose coins and a pack of cigarettes.
' Eh might need one for later ' ; he would then stuff the pack into his pockets and sit down awaiting Omoni or someone from Fourth.

 

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“Omoni! I-uh… Is your meeting with Lieutenant Oki finished already?”
“ Huh? Oh.”
Honestly, she had all but forgotten about the events that transpired during the Lieutenant’s meeting. Somewhat because she had already moved forward and partially due to the fact she’d been scolded by Honoka so, she was actively blocking that from her mind. The gathering had come to its end but the intensity she’d exposed the Vice Captains to lingered on. At that moment she wanted to fight someone or something more than ever to destress but it looked as if her squad members were just sealing up a peaceful meeting of their own. Her annoyance was so palpable that she did not realize one of Emi’s feline compatriots had escaped the room until she felt a tail barely brush against her leg. Since when were their cats in the hospital?! How long had she actually been gone since confronting that damned Togabito and even before then that she would only notice them now?! Omoni should not have been particularly surprised however, considering that overlooking far more dire things was commonplace for the behemoth. Details that would have spelled the end for anyone other than her.
“Yeeeah, I got told off. Said that if I followed directions like they SAID then more lives woulda’ been saved but that’s a bunch a’ crap. Oh n’ I broke the table too…guess I got a lil’ mad.”
For a second’s time her leer lifted from Kooda so that it could fixate upon the mount of fluff cradled by Emi. Then finally, Lieutenant Hageshi lifted that stare to meet the inventor’s. At first glance Kurochi appeared well put together. Her hair was neat and she seemed to favor a bow-like accessory that Omoni thought was actually pretty cute. It suited the smaller framed Shinigami in her opinion. It looked like Emi was unable to get a word in edgewise after the kid replied to her greeting. It was something that Hageshi saw a lot in people who possessed more patience than she did or a softer attitude and often resulted in them not being able to say a thing in the end. Well, not while Omoni was around. Actually, it was pretty often that in order to avoid such a fate she would deliberately say something to tear the conversation open and make room for what they had to say. Looking out for the little guys so to speak.
“ So, this is Kurochi. Like the cats.”
This was no lie. The moment she saw the cats, Omoni had been fighting a primal urge to give them a pat or two. She really had no issue with them, after all it seemed the residents at the hospital were happier for it and that could only have been something exceedingly good for their recovery. That was better than ok in her book.
“ This is the first time we’re meetin’ huh? I’m Omoni.”
It was a run o’ the mill introduction. What could Hageshi say? She was a woman of little words and didn’t like to run off at the mouth gabbing about herself. There had been so many victories and most of which no one knew existed so talking about those didn’t do anything for her either. This was the way she liked it.
"Omoni-san!"
Junko was the next to pipe up and this earned a bigger grin from Omoni. A rare sight indeed as the ogre was almost always demonstrating the most crude of scowls. Something about being on her turf and in a room with her most trusted comrades made Hageshi comfortable enough to do that. Thought of their latest Yoga exploits brought another smirk to her lips and so she answered with gusto. The last that she recalled of their recent run in was at the hospital when she was trying to get permission to go to the world of the living to get a hollow that would save Jinnosuke. They didn’t have any time for idle conversation then but this was now.
“ How ya doin’? Looks like things have been treatin’ ya alright. You’re still alive at least. No worse for wear.”
That invigorating rush to their senses would have been startling to anyone unfamiliar with the effects of Omoni’s overflowing reiryoku. There was so much that it was difficult for the woman to keep it suppressed and so she opted not to at all because she couldn’t be bothered really. She would have much rathered that anyone in her presence be uplifted, nay rejuvenated when she came around. Not only would other’s health improve but they would also be given a boost of spiritual power capable of allowing them to perform feats they may not have been able to previously at her side. Like a temporary new level. Emi, Junko and even the kid would not be exempt. Though Hageshi appeared less than enthusiastic, meeting her was one of the best things that could happen to a Shinigami during their day. Especially on the field.
As she awaited their responses, she could have sworn she heard something bumping and stomping around in the hospital wings. Disturbing HER solemn hospital wings. The closer it got the more it became clear that an object of her impending fury was growing nearer by the second.
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" Omoni! Where are ya! "
Flinch
Was that….?
" You gonna make me burst down walls to find you, or you gonna do it yourself?!! "
This prompted Omoni to, while the room registered her initiation of conversation, calmly walk over to one of the empty sturdier desks. There she grasped it by it’s leg, heaved it over her shoulder and chucked it through the sliding doors and indirectly three other hospital rooms. Directly contradicting her desire to protect the somber atmosphere of the medical institution. No one was hurt and this was made evident by trembling faces peeking out the enormous new holes in the establishment. All of them stared in horror at the enraged titan. This was meant to strike Ueku wherever he was at that precise moment and whether it did or not, Hageshi unleashed a terrific roar.
“ THE HELL’ER YOU HERE FOR?! WHY AREN’T YOU IN THE LAND OF THE LIVING YOU IDIOT?!”
Obviously in her irritation, she’d forgotten about their discussion pertaining to improving his durability. This was just an example of how quickly the volatile Vice-Captain could turn from having a calm discussion into an unforgiving monster.
“ I’M STILL LISTENING!!!”
So that they would know she was indeed still involved in the group activities, Omoni turned her twisted expression to her squadmates. As if to say that they should hurry up, ignore what was going on and keep talking. Or else.

 

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Jatiri, whom others seldom confided in, had a detached nature, and his eyes did the talking usually. Some assumed merely conversing with him would be awkward. Why would they share with the one who was like a mime? But now, his quiet demeanor, which stretched back over many years, was going to take a back seat long enough so that he could offer his lieutenant some hopeful words. In a building within the Fourth Barracks, he entered one room after another while Shinobu remained out of sight. Looking to come across anyone who could point him in the right direction, he, a determined one, persisted, peeking into various rooms.
No sooner did he glance, than he saw some faces looking back. These were the faces of bedridden Shinigami. And whether his intrusions disturbed them wasn't his concern although those that took notice appeared either displeased or confused. Who was this unannounced Shinigami scurrying like a rabbit could've been a question of theirs as they lied debilitated. Jatiri, glad to be in good shape, sympathized with their weakened states. Luckily, the Fourth was always around the corner, healing the Shinigami putting their lives on the line.
Perhaps Shinobu was in good hands. Jatiri, however, kept his eyes open. Because in an organization like the Gotei 13, should his trust really be handed out to everyone posing as an ally? Was he willing to lose another lieutenant? He had no reason to suspect any potential foul play from the Fourth outside of them being apart of the Gotei 13, an organization capable of anything.
This was enough. He was guarded and proceeded like this. Thinking, he spun to his left. Someone down there was making plenty of noise, but Jatiri couldn't make out what was being shouted. Then, as Jatiri, following the voice, marched, a desk flew past him, his feet cycling back and rearranging. Was he under attack?
A closer look brought the Fourth squad into his view. Upon reading the room, he didn't feel that the hostility that he had witnessed was directed toward him at all. He chose to act as if he hadn't seen a thing.
"H-hello, I'm Jatiri, third seat of the Ninth. I'm looking for lieutenant Shinobu Abe."