[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei
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"Finally... some alone time."
The young Captain sighs deeply, before leaning against the basin's surface. His chin rests gently on his crossed arms, his elbows languidly hanging over the bath's edge as he reflects with eyes shut.
Like the rest of his tenure as the Fourth Division's Captain, the past two months provided Yū with little to no time to de-stress. While other areas of Soul Society had their peaks and plateaus of activity as time went on, the relief station seemed to be the only place that never found refuge from the traffic. This, added with the fact of his Lieutenant's absence due to other responsibilities in the Human World, weighed even heavier on the tiresome leader. Even though Omoni could be troublesome, in fact– she was a pain in the Captain's side majority of the time... at the very least, his Lieutenant was another reliable pair of hands that loyally accepted the load when it became overwhelming and burdensome for Yū. Oh, how he desperately wished she was here now... In his mind, it was like he could see her in all her imposing glory– almost hear her, her booming and menacing voice over his unsuspecting frame.
Ah, yes... that was his beloved Lieutenant all right. The Monstrous Matron (大それた刀自; “Daisoreta Toji”) herself.Quote:
"Slept for more than two hours last night, eh? You lazy, sack of shit."
At the echo of her commonplace abuse, the boy's face cracks a soft smile. While Omoni's leading style was brutal, it was unfortunately effective, her power visible through specific and pointed threats. His daydreaming however would prove to be futile; Yū couldn't predict when she would return, as this was often the most frustrating part of her missions... which led him to rely on the next best thing on the list. The young Captain sighs again, shuffling some more in the bath and turning his head to lay his cheek on his arms. It was assumed that with Yū's absence, the next highest rank present would be in charge– the one calling all the shots.
However, in his third seat's case... well, Kagūwa was truly unpredictable.
A convict released from the Shin'ōchikadaikangoku on the young Captain's own orders; Kagūwa was a specific cause Yū had grown sympathetic towards. Despite warnings from literally everybody in the division and oddly enough even Shinigami from other parts of Soul Society he was unfamiliar with, Yū was unwavering in his decision to find a better use for the criminal. Punished for his limitless knowledge and acute curiosity, coupled with his brilliance in the medical field and his unmatched skill in performing surgery, the young Captain was desperate to have him in his ranks.
While he can admit the traits of his third seat could have been more ideal, (like, not relying on an ex-convict) it would be ignorant of Yū to not notice the serious lack of needed potential in his subordinates– almost as if the Fourth Division had never truly recovered from the Shattered Dimensions event that agonizingly robbed them of their best medics. This left them with only a handful of capable shinigami, now stretched even more thin due to other agendas and the handful of incidents that shook the Soul Society as of recent. Circumstances like this provided even more plausible reasoning to Yū's sudden trust of Kagūwa, despite his troublesome and frightening background. And now with his Lieutenant away, the young Captain's trusting and naive character would be the one to leave Kagūwa in charge during his absence– the one calling all the shots.
Not exactly the picturesque scene the Captain, or any sane individual, would expect or want from the welcoming Fourth Division.
Despite how trusting Yū found himself, his inescapable anxiety still refused to leave Kagūwa alone in the relief station for more than 30 minutes at a time; Even then, half an hour was too much of a risk but, his conventional fatigue seemed to outweigh his golden rule time and time again. His head tilts upwards, peering at the clock.
“Augh, I should go back… unless he's already burnt the place down already...”
… the boy decides, his pruny hands emerging from the bath. His wrinkled fingers grip the edge of the basin as he raises himself up before the cold hanging air suddenly clings to his body. Goosebumps form on his wet skin as his eyes widen quickly, his teeth instantly beginning to chatter. Yū jolts directly back down, the hot water splashing around his shivering frame. He curls back up in the bath with his knees brought to his chest and arms wrapped around his legs.
“Oof… just five more minutes.”
(Traveling from Shinigami's Health Land to Fourth Division Barracks)
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"Pathetic. Each and every single of them. I hate them. All of them. Imperfect. Weak."
He thought to himself as he looked at the splintered bodies of his former subordinates. His former colleagues, supposed friends. But they were nothing in the wake of his greatest achievement, nothing but means to create something greater than all of them, greater than the world itself—something he believed to be perfect. They were messed up, limbs of their bodies displaced and deformed as if toyed with, the places of their various organs were shifted between one another, their bodies combined. It was a deformed pile of flesh, it appeared nothing like none of them at all. It didn't appear human, it didn't appear natural to say the least. He looked at it as if what he did was nothing. Those bodies he defiled and deformed and reformed were nothing but sacrifices. This is what he wanted a sacrifice to look like.
"And here ye lay, pests. Sacrificial flesh, nothing more and nothing less. Flesh that will soon wither away. But what you are sacrificed for will be remembered.. Forever."
He lamented loudly, his voice as if freezing the atmosphere about him. His mouth and his face was bloodied, his teeth were bloodied as well—still pieces of flesh clinging onto his teeth. He had eaten a heart and he felt no guilt for it. He relished in the feeling of having done so instead.
He had to wake up however, and stop dwelling in memories that did nothing but fuel his madness. He couldn't afford that anymore, he had to remain calculated and calm at all times—he did everything in his strength to make sure that he wouldn't foil his own mask. A mask of deception, the kind doctor Kagūwa was the mask he needed to wear. Albeit he didn't have the absolutely atrocious monster of a lieutenant here to watch him, nor the little Captain Yū Nakamoto he couldn't let his image slip even for a second, and at this point yet he couldn't do anything of greater risk. He had to play along for as long as needed, and that was his sole measure of control at this point. The former criminal Kagūwa, the murderer and the madman—it was odd of them to even trust in him to lead this wretched hospital. He walked across it's corridors, looking ahead of him with with dead eyes that glimmered with faked joy and he walked with a smile that could break any second.
"I hate everything about this place. Everything."
He thought to himself silently as he walked on, greeting other Shinigami while maintaining his smile—albeit in reality there was nothing but disdain.
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Location: Ninth Barracks
Shielding the rays of the sun, the palm of her hand failing to shade her - Shinobu’s lungs deflated in annoyance. Her brows knit together, with a snarl curling on her top lip. Her complexion was in peril, a given ordained by her captain. An oddity to her, having to tour a newcomer to their division. Did Shinobu appear as the friendly type? The scowl upon her countenance and crossed arms said otherwise. It was merely miraculous souls tolerated her. Like a homemade sweater she was, beautifully composed and thoughtful in appearance, but itchy and irritable in comfort. Yet you just couldn’t help but love and put up with it.
Narrowing her violet orbs, peering into the puddle of water below her that rippled upon her sandal's touch - her eyes roamed critically from one feature to another, smoothing her skin before cataloging it into her brain. Soon enough, the sun will blister her ivory skin. The entrance to the barracks provided little shade. Shinobu Abe— a woman of glitz and glamour in the Seireitei and of the Ninth Division. The armband resting around her weighed her down with its responsibility, but uplifted her in its influence.
Flicking her fingers throughout her long locks; it draped down softly curling along the ends.
Awaiting for the newcomer was a fool's errand - she could be diving into the fashion magazines she acquired during her mission in the world of the living.
"Taichou is just keeping me busy with busy work, ugh!"
Clenching her fist, her foot slammed against the earth in frustration. Remembrance of her mission cracked a smile upon her face; photographers, photoshoots and runway walking was the epitome of it, and not the hollows. Though, she'd never confess this.
As Shinigami progressed with their days, Shinobu stood stagnate - in waiting for the newcomer.
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In the deep locale of the Ninth Division's Barracks, there is a building that appears to be rather detached away from the main building. In there, this is where those who intended to train themselves tend to be as it was an isolated spot far from the public's eyes. Within this building, one could tell that there is a sense of emptiness in the air due to the absence of bodies in the building. And then across the hall, only to reach the end of it; a door can be spotted at with a sign that says "stay out". At the same time, the energy emitted off the door's surface, but at a slow rate, caused the objects to fall within its range. much like the work of an invisible God. The presence of such energy suggests that someone is inside the room. Still, the way it affected the objects was familiar to the effect of the Shikai of a pink-haired shinigami. At least, the members of the Ninth Division was ordered to steer clear away from the area for a period of time.
As the camera shifted into the inside of the room where it rotates around the presumed empty room, only to discover otherwise when it rotated to the stature of the clumsiness. In this situation, this person appeared to be in a mediation pose. Though sweats dropped across the forehead to suggest an internal struggle within him; eyebrows moved in response as if he heard something unreasonable. With the energy, the color of teal flared fiercely within Jiroshizo as the world itself changed from reality to an illusion yet real dimension within him.
Quote:The Inner World
A voice can be heard across the room, though raspy.
"AHHHHhhhhhh!!!!!"
The Shinigami ran and ran. With such explosion and slash coming right behind him as he proceeded to run for his life. What just happened? It seems that Jiro had attempted to converse with his Zanpakuto spirit; though it appears that he failed. With the familiar blade in the opposing force's hand, the spirit snared as it proceeded to cut the wind with the sword to cause the likes of meteors, moons, and even more, to be falling down at him. In a way that the world itself turned on him. With such objects in question to be pulled toward Jiro much like a magnetic force; resulting in a massive surge of an explosion that would have consumed most if not all. Though this might be a surprise to Jiro that the world itself didn't take any damage from the explosion.
"H-HUH!?
why don't you listen!?"
Pleaded and pleaded while being forced to dodge every attack; which was brought out by the absence of luck within the objects in the Inner World.
"....................."
The Zanpakuto spirit, for the most part, was eerie quiet. His canine teeth revealed in an enjoyable manner as he appears to be rather amused by what had transpired. It is clear that he enjoyed seeing his "master" acting like a fool while pleaded him to stop. No doubt, this would be someone that thrives in chaos and unpredictability.
And then it blacked out with a cry of disappointment from the entity.
Again... The Shinigami snapped back to reality. Though he appears to be rather disappointed; as he couldn't even manage to go any further than where they are. The sad truth is; his relationship with the Zanpakuto spirit was something akin to one of a mouse and cat. Which held true; given how it transpired just now.
Groan...
The door opened, though the energy could be perceived as something refined than ever and yet the vibe appears to be dark and sad. Jiro appears to be rather upset by the fact that he could not achieve anything despite the rewards. Of course, this wasn't something he could be content with as he failed in achieving true unity with his Zanpakuto which rendered him to stay in his current state.
Sudden. He slapped his head with both of the hands to snap him out of his depressing state and reminded himself of something. Big smile. Don't be so depressed. They'll bully you for acting like a wuss. After all, They did make Kyomu a laughingstock within the barracks for losing his cool in-front of Oyabun.. He continued to reassure himself with a self-motivational speech to keep up with his usual demeanor without notifying the vultures of his current mindstate for he would be roasted too.
"Here we go.."
He took a deep breath and exhaled in order to prepare himself to interact with his fellow members of the Ninth. And then he entered the main building where it was filled by the members of the Ninth Division. His smile continued to stick as he greeted the members who bowed to him in respect before moving on to work in the editing department. Though someone scurried toward him, like a rodent, with papers in her hands.
"We just got more information about the new Lieutenant of the Eleventh Division! What should we do with this?
Jiro rubbed his chin in question.
"Did we have a picture of the lieutenant?"
"Yes!"
He turned his eyes to the side before returned back to the female as if he figured what to do.
"Alright. People wanted to know more about the mysterious man who had dethroned Nibui Ueki. So let's give them what they want."
The young miss nodded in response as she already prepared a rough draft with Jinnosuke's picture clipped against the paper.
"Here"
The Shinigami cupped his chin as he read the content she wrote about the newly lieutenant.
"Not bad. You got good quality of the photo as well. Who took it?"
"E-erm... You did sir..."
He paused.
"I mean... I knew. Obviously, I was just testing you."
He muttered. With his hand scruffled his hair in such an ashamed position. At the same time, he wasn't aware of two unfortunate souls that had stumbled into the area that he was just at. Only for them to be pulled into a sequence of accidents imposed upon them in the background.
"W-Whoa!
"NO S-Saisuke!"
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Now, what has happened in the two months? It is clear that Jiro had remained to be at the third seat, not advancing in any way except for his skills. Was he content with it? He seems like he didn't mind it at all as he could do his work and to be around his brothers.