[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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“ Now THAT’S the spirit!”
Omoni exclaimed with an uncharacteristically large grin growing upon her face. This was it, Game on and the object of the game she had chosen to play was hit and heal. So naturally she was winning because regardless of how contact was made while Namakizu’s Shikai was active, instant mending was rigged to commence. Similar to striking away a fluffy sponge, Omoni had used his necessity to defend against her attacks against him. The experienced soul was able to manage where the medical kido did it’s work remotely and all she had to do was endure while making sure he had to keep clashing with her. Two things she was an expert at. He really didn’t stand a chance if you thought about it.

Every touch of their skin imbued with a flash of spiritual energy that was rejuvenating. Involuntarily, his stamina was destined to replenish and it would show no sign of fading away only becoming a limitless pool for him. Essentially, making it harder for her to face him at all and yet as the Captain’s Haoire fluttered to the floorboards and his kick left her skidding back with a grunt…that woman grinned.

Surely pain surged through her shredded body and still she smiled. For you see, All things expected to take time are exceptions for omoni such as reflecting on pain or the how it came to be. Her mind shut out anything deemed unnecessary to her in the vehement moment and this resulted in an almost instantaneous response time and bloodlust after taking a hit. Nothing but a wince in the face or a small sound escaped her to let her opponent know something was wrong. Furthermore, the more damage she took from him…

She wouldn’t be telling him about all of that for now. After all, she was having such a good time! It’d been months since she’d been able to let loose and relish in perfect pain. Let it remind her of her lessons like the fact that if the two were truly to fight intending each other harm that she probably would not have faired well against him. After all he was the dragon second to virtually none and admittedly, she didn’t know much in sway of actual martial arts. However, it looked like taking on the appearance of a mindless beast was all it took to fool him. If the woman was truly crazy then it was only that she was so insatiably thirsty for battle. As tragic as her lack of sense might seem, it was far worse than he imagined. Many a time that woman had been approached with being a captain and every time she turned them down. That woman would not take the test preferring to remain where she was in the fourth much to amassed confusion, frustration and disappointment. Though none had the balls to say it to her face. The only one who had said such a thing to her was a grumpy Zanpakuto spirit and that ended up being one of the cage matches she won. The main reason is because she doesn’t trust herself for the role and all that it entailed. 800 years she said no to all kinds of faces and would keep doing so. After so many years things were blurring together for Hageshi. The only thing that made her feel something now a days was a good battle. Few and far between for her lately.
As he brought it to the left, he never once lowered its elevation. He could feel the tightness of his internal muscles, not as bad as they had been months ago, but enough for him to notice.
She noticed too, in fact, the slower he moved the easier it was for her to pinpoint and purify.
Captain Maho, he was one of her closer comrades and she had seen what his recent bouts and his past’s had done to his body. The shell of his center, the protection against the elements if you will. One look and she could tell he wasn’t doing everything he could be doing to get some results. Omoni had done some digging before she faced the dragon and she had been dejected by what she had seen. Was a few spiritually enhanced massages all that had been ordered for him?! Preposterous.Lazy! So she decided to reassign the girls for the day and take him on herself. He could ask anyone, going a round with her was the equivalent to 100 sessions. Soothing muscle where it was needed and fixing even the most miniscule of strains. Although Omoni was unbalanced and wild, her capability as a healer was it’s absolute opposite in terms of attention to detail and skill. Like the elite medical professional that she was, that woman knew how to perform.
Would he notice himself getting stronger by the minute, more comfortable physically and even breathing with more ease? Did the dragon know he was losing? Of course, that wouldn’t have mattered to Omoni Hageshi so long as after all was said and done that Captain Maho felt better. How many times did she see him wandering off with a naughty nurse only to leave primarily unaffected? As far as she was concerned he had duties to keep up with and making a mockery of his recovery wasn’t gonna fly anymore. It was time he face that boobs and soft hands wouldn’t take all of that pain away so to speak.
“KOI! OMONI!”
Flourishing with the spirit of a warrior, the fourth’s Lieutenant barreled forth without a single bit of consideration for herself. Maho had called for her response and so he would receive one after another and there was one other thing. Damage was not something Omoni only desired for her pleasure but it also played an enormous part in determining how violent and persistent that woman got during a scuffle. The crazed beast that charged in at Maho aimed a solid right hook for his right arm to meet and simultaneously prepared her left to lash out in seconds flat should his left limb choose to intervene. Which she considered likely because if it did not then her left meant to land directly into his soler plexus. The product of a swift jab inspired by a move Jinnosuke had utilized on her during one of their scrapes and thus giving the man no choice but to make a choice and either decision painted her the winner. So yes she would make this one hell of a fight for her! IT HAD BEEN SO LONG! He was the perfect opponent to break off all of that rust the Lieutenant had coagulated overtime. You see, it was not that the monster had no brain…only that she chose what she thought about. --- Now that’s not to say she wasn’t a little surprised Jinnosuke took off and that she felt someone familiar’s distress but the fact was that Maho was right to assume the fight took precedence here.
“ Here I Come Maho!”

 

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The impact resounded within the room, rattling off the walls. The floorboards rumble in response, their echo, as thunderous as the roar of a dragon.
A hit! The balm of his foot collided with her bare flesh, sending her skidding across the dojo's floor. There is a screech as her feet glide along the finish. With a thud, her body hits the wall, yet she stands firm. A haze of azure radiates from her gaze, as well as where the two had made contact. Though he could feel the stiffness in his internal organs in most places. there was a wash of relief that overcame these new "afflicted" areas. His expression becomes puzzled once more. As he took her image into his frames. Could she...?
Maho's perceptiveness saw that he caught on rather quickly. This must have been her ability. Through pain, the Oni Princess could replenish. She could heal others. Befitting of a Shinigami of the medical division. In truth, the soul society had been at peace since the shattered of the dimensions, solidifying that he had never truly seen it. For a moment he felt bad, his strikes caused her pain, yet gave him nothing but relief. Inevitably he had to marvel at it. Immediately he began to both fear and respect his fellow shinigami. It was then that he understood her to resolve. She was attractive enough, sure, but she was more than that. As a monster, this pain was nothing to her. Especially in the service of an ally, a friend or a superior. A comrade was a comrade after all. It was true, he could have been treated long ago in half the time. He had immediately decided without any second opinions or reservations. It was a warriors pride that prevented him from taking the easy route. He felt responsible, a decision that left him with months of agony. It was his punishment for being weak, especially as a captain. Had he been that much faster, that much stronger, that much more studied, then maybe, just maybe Captain Higen wouldn't have nearly fallen.
He concluded that this compromise, healing by combat, was acceptable. With it, there would be no stain on his pride. Captain Omoni's presence was relieving to him in more ways than one. Her ability was unique in its nurturance. Though his lust for pain made her that much more sadistic, her ability spoke to the core of her very being. She truly was fitting for the fourth division. Fine... I'll honor the will of a doctor with my best.
“KOI! OMONI!”
he exclaimed. Beckoning her forward. His right foot inched forward, as his hand opened up revealing his palm.
"Here I Come Maho!”
Then the Rhino was on the charge again. She barreled forward once more just as direct as the first time. Before he had percieved her movements to be full of holes, but now he understood this was her intention. She cared not for herself because, in truth, she rarely needed too. Still, he felt he could at least evaluate her combat style. Had she ever chose to sharpen up those fists, she could truly be unstoppable. I'll show you just what it takes to be a captain. You may very well need to be one, one day...

Her feet were loud, heavy treads bombarded the wooden floor. Her shoulder flexed her arm coiling, bending into an arc. Her herculean fist cleaving through the open air. She aimed low, going for his arm Lifting to the balms of his feet, he drops his weight rapidly bending his knees. His body lowers first, Compacting into a tight shape. All of the power in his legs are released as he ducks his head, Ramming forward. His bare torso collides with hers. Despite being several inches beneath her, this works in his favor, His shoulder lands near her lower abdomen, being just enough to stop her in her tracks. his entire right arm braces the impact by covering the right side of his face. With another burst of will, his back leg thrust onward allowing a second charge. This time it generates enough to send her large vessel three or four feet back. Given his success, he uses that small gap to straighten himself out. rotating himself so that he directly faces her again. He dashes, His left arm lowers but remains with its upward orientation. His right mimics, his body lowers even further below the towering figure of the oni princess. He keeps his arms stretched out, wide with his hands and digits extended awaiting her next reply; fully intending to slam into her once more. With her colossal body, could she alter his course? Or would she be "truck-sticked" flat onto her back?

 

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“Ah… finally…” the captain whispers to himself. He enters his office, sliding the door shut behind him before his back leans against the door for a moment. He embraces the silence around him… finally, some peace. At last, some alone time. Already proving to be quite an eventful morning, Yū lets out a deep sigh as he reaches his desk. He pulls out the chair and just when he’s about to take a seat and get back to his work…
BOOM!
A shockwave rocks the relief station, causing the chair from under him to slip out of his reach and his butt to land right on the hard floor. ‘OOF!’ the captain lets out suddenly as he harshly meets the ground, floundering about to stand back up to defend himself from… whatever that was. “Not even two minutes…” the blonde mutters to himself, before he finally rises to his feet and scuttles towards the door, into the lobby.
A handful of nurses still find themselves on the ground, their heads pounding from their sudden loss of consciousness. Those that were strong enough to hold their footing, are now kneeled besides their colleagues in a panic to discover what has gone wrong this time. Groans fill the room, majority of them failing to recollect the immediate past.
“Agh… just what was that?” a nurse slurs, her hands placed on either side of her head in an attempt to contain the relentless pounding from her skull. Her friend props her up against her knee, her palms now wrapping around her to begin medical treatment on her temples. As her hands begin to glow, she tries to shoot her best guess.
“Do you think it was… HIM?” she answers in a hush. Despite how quiet she assumed she was, all the groans in the room suddenly stop, their confusion now replaced by unshakeable fear.
“You think the Onmitsukidō is trying something again?” another nurse blurts out. Their ears perk up as they all lean in closer, their attention now drawn in by the gossip.
“Would think after one failed attempt, they would call it quits… They aren’t dumb,” another nurse responds, debunking the former’s theory.
“True, true… maybe another division then? Or this time, a joint effort?” the nurse from before says in a convincing manner, however, she has yet to convince everyone in the room to follow through with her conspiracy.
“Could be someone else… or… something else?” someone else adds. Gasps scatter throughout the lobby as heir hearts start to beat faster.
“Another entity from the Dangai?” she finishes, causing a handful to begin to whimper. The last time a shockwave of this intensity rocked Seireitei, disaster soon followed. Would this time be any different? Would they escape with their lives as easily last time? They all look upon each other, silence filling the lobby. Just on time as the bringer of peace, Yū enters the lobby, his ignorant groans echoing from the lobby before he steps in. Before he can even speak, the nurses all shriek at once in order to get their captain to quell their concerns…
“Captain! Are we going to die?!”
... they all hysterically cry in unison, tears welling up in their eyes and pure desperation present in their voice. It was obvious to the blonde that his subordinates’ apprehension was primarily fueled… by each other. Met only with his bewildered stare and a few moments of stillness, Yū finally moves to answer.
“Uhhhhhhhhh…”
... he starts off. Their tears and snot build more, threatening to spill out of their lids and nostrils and flood the infirmary. He continues... “I can see this warrants me to dig a little deeper… but we’re all fine, right?” the captain replies in an effort to soothe them. Soft head nods and quiet “Yeah”’s and “I guess”s fill the room.
“Alright, good! So… I’ll just go and um… check it out then,” he announces, tiptoeing his way around the lobby before reaching the door. “See you all soon!” he exclaims as his final goodbye, his frame instantly vanishing from sight.
Most likely unclear to most exactly the source of this sudden force, Yū is surprisingly aware of who is to blame… his only question is why?
‘Nibui… just what mess have you gotten yourself into now…’ he contemplates.

(To Central Seireitei)

 

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Hageshi felt herself racked with glorious agony. It surged through every fiber of her massive being and as she reveled in it she almost didn’t realize she’d been knocked away a good four feet. Nearly forgot that the floor below her feet in that space seemed as if it were quivering and made her unsteady.Why would that be?...Aw well she must have forgotten. Even so, Omoni’s leer lifted in time to catch the Captain ducking once more for yet another heavy hit. The first time that the monstress endured his tough tackle she had been able to thoroughly provide her lively patient with just as much palpable recuperation but it had also triggered the battle style that she was most familiar with. Actually, he’d made it pretty easy and had nothing been able to come between herself and the Captain…then he was in for a world of relief. Relief that would render any other procedures in the near future obsolete. A true sensation of physical peace.

Allowing him to once again lunge forth at her form, Omoni’s mighty span extended itself and she curled over his body once his shoulder had made contact with her and there was possibly no space left for either of them to dodge the other’s resort. There was no doubt she had not exerted more than a small percentage of her Reiryoku during this fight. In fact, that woman had not utilized any more than five percent of the formidable spiritual energy broiling inside. As quickly as Captain Maho could deliver one of his swiftest blows, Hageshi’s sturdy arms were charged with phenomenal power. They had been enflamed in the vibrant blue flames he’d become so intimately familiar with and if likely unhindered, would lock themselves inflexibly around Captain Maho by taking hold and hooking under the pit of his arms. All of what she did managed to flow along with his pattern of approach. This meant she was able to use the speed and strength that he had presented to her along with her own launch sequence to tear and flip the nimble man off of the ground entirely subsequently effectively robbing him of an ability to maintain his form or balance. In one fluid motion the enormous princess uprooted the crouched dragon only to leap and bend their duo violently downwards. In this way, Omoni would also take the brunt of the reversed body slam as well as ensure the Captain went down simultaneously. Initially, what she had done possessed enough spiritual intensity to leave an un-honed body shattered like the dojo’s floorboard beneath their force. Truthfully, the entire skeletal system would have been pulverized had it been a different situation but instead this move was going to fortify his for the next three months.
If everything transpired like so, then that woman would not have stopped there. Somehow, the collosess twisted herself around so both of her legs could attempt to snake themselves around his. Concurrently, secure arms would proceed to commence unyieldingly constricting him. If he had blinked he would have missed it. Now it was going to be up to Maho to decide whether his appointment was over or not by giving some kind of signal. Normally, the aim was to crush those betwixt her iron fists but instead, it’d have been more like plugging into a charging station that was generating electricity way too quickly. There would be no pain but a perhaps an overwhelming sense of restoration.

 

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With a watchful gaze, the Dragon charged onward, his body haunched lower to than ground this his 'doctor turned adversary'. With his never faltering focus, He peered profoundly at Omoni's form, discerning every nook and cranny of her musculature. Like a machine, she was methodical and consistent. When one component prepared to strike it did so with a tempo akin to a machine. One cog turned another, causing the monotonous creature to move. Shoulders hunched then jerked, causing the arms to cock backward, generating force. They'd thrust out then curve inward as they grasp for him. For his eye, not only were her movements slowed significantly, but it was as if he foresees the very path her limbs traveled. He can feel the flow and pull of her soul as her body moves in proximity to his, as her energy funnels into him. With this increased level of deductive perception, he can adjust without warning, using her own momentum against her. Still...
He knew her well enough to see her body as both that of a warrior first and a woman second. Still, the size of it was daunting, as well as admirable in more than one category. He did not yet know the depths of her sadistic infatuation with pain but as he took on more of her reiatsu, it was as though he took on a portion of her persona. Their collision caused the wood to chatter, the distinct squeak as their bare feet slid along the floor bounced around the ears of any who were closeby. Where she may have held a slight edge in raw physical strength, Maho could compensate by providing more speed and momentum into his maneuvers. The only weakness behind this ideology was that he had no choice to commit when he did act. Thats fine by me!
His fighting instincts seldom failed him, so much so that when he fought, his impulses often took over. He sprang his knee's up to augment his balance and horizontal orientation. This caused his shoulder to come crashing into her bosom. Streaks of Azura would separate from her, clinging and flowing unto him. Intensity and elasticity returned to him. As more did so, his movements became that much more intentional and reckless, which worked for his style of combat. His creativity and discipline were beginning to take over once more.
As her figure appeared to gather around his, He would ignore her left arm, orientated to the left of his head. When she attempted to hook under his arms, She would find that the smaller man was now entirely under her arm. His body pressed into hers, his right leg crossing over her own with a distinct stomp, causing his foot to crunch the wood beneath. His right arm chops forward with a pain-inducing chop, then his digits enclose, clamping down onto her large bicep. Despite the size difference, The Dragons claws have astonishing validity. It would take the aid of her other arm to successfully detach herself. She is now under the influence of his ironclad embrace. She too, is unnaturally strong, befitting of her stature, yet Maho can challenge her might. His eyes, hidden beneath the sway of his locks reveals the entire story. Beneath the scrutiny of his Jade iris', lay recognition, in his allies' strength. If I ease up even a little, she'll crush me.
He quickly abandons any notion of intercepting the other arm, rather he goes all on in his assault. His left arm, which he had vowed to leave dormant, coils beneath the same left arm that he has grasped. Their muscle collides, as he attempts to hinder her movements for just an instant. Though it lasts only that long, they seem to be locked in an endless tug of war for positional dominance.
The moment his left arm is allowed to make direct contact with her sturdy flesh, double the spiritual energy begins to siphon from her. Had she only been using five percent before, it would immediately jump to eight, then ten, then fifteen... The rate in which her energy left her would multiply the longer the two embraced. This sudden surge in spiritual energy caused his entire body to glow that same color. The room became illuminated in the vitalizes fires filling Maho with a nearly euphoric sense of comfort. a grin forms on his face
"LETS DANCE OMONI SAN!"
With her arm now hopefully locked within his, Maho presses his shoulder into her armpit. His torso is thrust counterclockwise. He fully expected her to resist, but the young captain's confidence in his ability to divert her frame would deter him from failure. The increase in horsepower from her spiritual energy augmented his physical vitality, allowing him a massive increase in his ability to exert his might. Should he have succeeded in their pulling match, both of their bodies would go hurdling toward the most adjacent barrier. By changing the positioning of his left leg, he had allowed it to act as a sort of anchor, allowing it to act as a sort of crank. With his strength, he could even lift he mighty Omoni, even if it was just her distinctive right leg over his. This afforded him a chance, her temporary loss in balance saw that he truly would swing her to the left. She could immediately stomp her leg back down if she was quick enough, though failure to do so, let alone its success would see to it that she ended up being the one slammed into the wall. This was his intention after all. It would be almost impossible to stop their unified change in position, however.

Despite successfully managing to throw the large woman or not, despite any other variation to this conclusive bit, he maintains his grip of her limb, though this meant that she too could grasp onto him, He accepted the reality of another tugging match, maintaining as much balance as possible to challenge her when the time came. His legs changed their pivot based on the direction of their whirl. Everything that would transpire occurred in a single passing exchange, barely enough time for a viewer to deduce everything in great detail unless they had the experience. All the while his body continued to be restored and refreshed to its pristine state. He could have gotten into a striking match. He could have spaced himself out and bombarded here with blows or outpaced her with Hoho. Yet he enters her world. How many would thrust themselves into a throwing slam session with Omoni? The Oni Princess? Only Jinnosuke was foolish enough to consider it as an option. Higen possibly would adopt it if he had too, but Maho seemed to prefer it as a viable course of action in this setting.
How then would this intense procedure continue? Would Omoni allow The Dragon to ragdoll her in her own Dojo? Would she use her strength to withhold the events longer? Would she do something to change the entire pace of the battle, or would she go along with it all? It was now the doctor's move.