[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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Rushing through the compound, A boy-looking Shinigami with messy black-blur hair and a face covered in piercings would flicker over the roof tops. He had bashful eyes and tan skin, This boy was a student of Jinnosuke's some would say. Showing the man since his rise to Lieutenant, Practicing the same training and same sword swinging. Going even as far as trying to sit as close as he could to the Training bunker without himself passing out. His name, Ruko a misfit that appeared around the 11th Division Barracks not too long ago. He was unusually quiet and fast for someone of the 11th Division, and his objective today, was Captain Nakamoto, Ruko would skid past several shinigami who were trying to stop him. Frantically he spun down the halls looking for the blonde Captain. " AH! Where is he, Where is he, WHERE IS CAPTAIN NAKAMOTO! "
The boy would finally skid past a hallway, slightly seeing a blonde haired person in a white coat heading into a room. Gripping onto the corner of the wall, and skidding to a stop, Ruko would point forward and start to shout; " FOUN....."
THUD!!!!!!
CRASHHHHH!!!!!!!!
TSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the sounds of the explosion of bodies happened all at once, Picture frames and glass was shattered, there were three holes in the wall where limbs shot through like rockets. a chair or two were murdered. The result? A small army of shinigami working in the Hospital body slam tackled Ruko to the ground. Ruko's hand could still be seen pointing out of the mess of bodies trying to contain him. Try as they might to hold him down, Ruko shot out of their grasp, leaving them twisted up together, like a shinigami pretzel. He would once more, slowly this time, walk down the hall way. Calmly reaching the door he just saw who he presumed was 4th Divisions Captain, he would go to knock on it.
Before his hand could reach it though, a receptionist would look out and call to Ruko. " Can i help you? You're about to walk into the women's restroom. " Ruko froze, going pale. He would turn and calmly step away from the door. " Uhm... Yes, Lieutenant Ueku is in critical condition in our barracks. He hasn't been out of the Training bunker in two months and all of his bones are broken again... again..." Ruko's voice was fast but clear, the longer he took the longer Big Bro Jin had to go without training!

 

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These couple of months seemed to have passed in but a blink of an eye. This Shinigami’s attention was drawn in and kept in a firm grasp by his studies. In the moments that he could catch Jinnosuke, the new Lieutenant of the Eleventh, he sought out his help in the matter. Afterall, Jinnosuke was the one who had initially been studying to make a transition. But what was this subject? Forging. Forging armour, tools, weapons, anything that was required, his intentions would be rather obvious to Jinnosuke, perhaps the only one who had any clue about this plan.
To move to the Eighth division, it was a choice that did not come so easily. To leave the division he had been with for centuries? The one that had been entrusted to him by Omoni? It was a tough call but in the end he wasn’t leaving the division without leadership, this much was clear. But again, why the Eighth? In this Shinigami’s mind, he believed it would allow him to attain a greater understanding of Zanpakuto, perhaps then he could eventually bridge the gap between himself and Jubokko. Or was it hopefully thinking? Regardless! The decision was made and the subject had been growing on Nibui quite a bit, each moment spent studying left him wanting to press on further. There was still a lot more to learn after all.
Alongside the studying, Nibui had been recommended and requested to attend regular check ups by none other than Captain Yū Nakamoto. Whether it was necessary or not, Nibui attended each session with a bit of joy, he was rather fond of the Captain afterall. First impressions were always massively important to this Eleventh member. Today was another day scheduled for a check up. The final one at that. A bittersweet moment it seems.
Sat atop a clinically white topped bed, Nibui only recently having finished up a generic examination, the white-haired Shinigami blankly stared out the window of this room. In his own little world, Nibui’s thoughts drift away, back to his studies but only briefly. The soft rap of the Captain’s hand against the door bringing him back to the real world abruptly so. Turning now to face the flustered looking Captain, Nibui’s lips curled into a faint smile.

”Ah. Captain Nakamoto, it’s nice to see you again.”
Shifting his position, he’d sit himself on the opposite side of the bed, directly facing the Captain at the doorway. His charcoal eyes gleam over the expression of the Captain. Always an expressive one, it was easy enough to gauge what exactly the boy was feeling or perhaps even thinking. Nibui was quick to speak once more, giving Yū only a moment to interject. It was odd to see him so talkative.
”Captain Nakamoto, are you alright? You’re a little, red. Maybe you should be the one getting a checkup?
The mix of his words and his expression would leave his intentions a mystery. The soft smile that lingers and his mostly to the point manner of speaking now clashing, hiding away his attempt at a joke. It would be down to Yu to decide what exactly Nibui meant with his words... If he wasn't distracted by the sudden ruckus that filled the building. Crashing and bashing into anything and everything, an unexpected visitor from the Eleventh comes blazing through the compound. The complete inverse of Nibui.

 

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The sky was overcast, dense enough that not even light from the sun could trespass. A lone figure sat upon a large skull-like structure as a gust, carrying dull hued sands passed through, shifting the figure's long dull red hair and black Shihakusho, whipping it about causing the cloth to ripple about, generating pops as the waves of fabric met their ends. Lifting a hand to his face, as to protect his eyes from the particulates in the wind, the Shinigami's focus would adjust to a figure who laid just out of eye sight. Seemingly woven into some mysterious sinew, which seemed to be organic in nature, laid a torso. A decrepit hand would begin to motion out of the red tissue, ripping through, as it reached out toward the Shinigami. A voice seemed carry from the sinew enclosure.
"What has you so worried, you've only recently obtained part my power, and now you're allowing the news of what's transpired out there get to you? Pathetic boy..."
The so-called "boy" would hop from his seated position down onto the ground, as a circle of dust was billowed up around him before dispersing to the breeze. His sandals kicking up loose sand as he walked toward the sinew cluster.
"So now you decide to show yourself, not one for company eh...what was it again... Jinsui?" the boy would smirk, knowing he'd get a rise out of his Zanpakutou's Spirit.
"It's Seimitsugensui, you imbecile.... one would think somebody would remember the name of a being possessing more power than that SOMEBODY."
The boy would turn on the heels of his feet, kicking up dust once again before he would make his way back into the mouth of the skeleton."I'll be seeing you later Seimitsu, I figure the only way I'll find rest, is by talking to others about my problems. Sorry to bother you!
The hand would jolt forward, it's arm extending outward, in a feeble attempt to grab hold of the red-headed boy. "You're a lucky bastard... I'll give you that, just you wait though, once I free myself from this encasing vessel, you'll rue ever disrespecting me... The arm would drop, lifelessly, before it retracted into the enclosure.
Opening his eyes, to a more lively atmosphere, the red-haired boy would rise up from his tatami bed, his hair matted to the back of his head, as locks curled out toward the sides, much like octopus tentacles. Closing his eyes, the boy would exert an yawn, before stretching, his joints popping. "(Hmm, I wonder if Lt. Kyuuzou's come back yet? Doubt it, since he had me sent back ahead of him... sure hope he's doing alright.) Bringing himself to his bare feet, the 5' 3" Shinigami would begin his daily morning routine.
Once he had gotten ready, the boy would insert his zanpakutou into his obi. The blade looking as worn and as neglected as ever, the saya missing large fragments, exposing a rusted and chipped blade to the air. However, now he could return to his regular duties within the barracks, and hopefully usurp a Seated Rank upon the awakening and mastery of his Shikai during his time away. Six months had came and went in such a short time frame, or so it seemed, before he left, nothing out of the ordinary seemed to occur, and now since his time away, everything seemingly came to a point.
Sliding the shoji-door of his dormitory shut, the boy would rush down the halls, his socks generating a muffle *THUD* with every step he took. Passing through the 9th Barracks, his shadow would flash across the dojo rooms, before his shadow remained in the center of the shoji door, just outside of Captain Maho's quarters.
"Shin'eki Uemura reporting Maho-Taichou." From the inside, one could tell that the figure outside was kneeling, awaiting a response from their higher up. Despite his arrival yesterday, his official debriefing was scheduled for today, hopefully, the intel he had gathered could be put to use, or at least the news of his awakening of Shikai would please his Oyabun.

 

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Buried in the 9th's barracks, Kyuuzou was hidden in the dojo with the sliding door wide open so the sun's jolly smile could rush in and light the room with good energy. He started his workout with some stretches to loosen and warm up his muscles, he slapped the back of his neck with his hardened hand only to hear a voice that was annoying as a fly's, "...The fuck you want Suto?" Kyuuzou said in disgust. "W-what!? Bitch, I just wanted to check in on ya'!" Suto cried. Kyuuzou walked to his weights, not caring to give his zan spirit a reply since they talked all the time. "You know, something just came to my mind, why the hell does everyone else gatta' focus so damn hard to talk to their spirits, BUT YOUR ASS IS ALWAYS OUT AND ABOUT CHATTING TO ME, DAMN, SHUT UP FOR THE REST OF THE DAY!"
'Fine!'
The koi finally had peace and quiet, he was going to need it if he wanted to further his physical strength into a greater tier which would leave Maho and Higen in the dust. Kyuuzou didn't check in with his brother when he came back from his mission either, he assumed Shin had given him the details already. The vice-captain walked over to his weights and kneeled down only to have a warm smile on his face as he looked at his equipment, "The one thing I'm passionate about in this world...working out...there honestly ain't a better feelin'," He whispered. Kyuuzou lifted his weights, he put the handle of the first weight in his mouth and bit into its ice-cold metal. He raised the other weight with struggle as his arms shook, but altogether he was holding 1 ton. As he held the first weight in his mouth, he practiced his sword technique by gripping the second weight like a sword. The Koi raised his arms up and down, tearing most of the muscle in his arms, mainly the bicep and triceps, but in return, he garnered strength and speed with a bonus of discipline with the sword. "Pheeew....Pheew...Pheew....Pheew," He worked up an hour and half of sweat, his muscles had gotten weak and his form crumbled a bit, 'Aaaaahhh, the fucking burn....feels like hell all over my body...gatta' keep goin!,' it was mind over matter at this point! He regained his form and continued his training with ferocity for another thirty minutes. Kyuuzou slowly placed his weights back on the Dojo's wooden floor. "HAaaaaaaaah," he growled from the pain. He put his hands on his hips and looked to the ceiling. "Heh...ain't much else to do but keep workin' out I guess."

'Hey Kyu, workin' out and all is cool, but don't you need stronger reiatsu?
'...I mean yeah, I was about to get on that tomorrow though, I'm just tryna boost my might a lot more is all'
'How come, aren't you plenty strong enough?'
'Nah..plus Maho, Jiro, and Shinobu handle most of our politics, least I can do is make sure I'm in peak condition and going further when I get the chance, besides...the fuck I look like being weak as the Lt.'
Kyuuzou stepped outside the dojo to finish his training, he looked left and right, wondering where Jiro was at. He shrugged and figured he'd show up sooner or later.

 

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Unaware of his best friend burying himself into his obsession with working out in the dojo. As he proceeded to help with the members to sort things in the Editing Department. Still, this was noticed by the many members passing by the dojo only to scurry away in fear of being confronted by Kyuuzou's uncontrollable anger. This just might be how Jiro got words of his best friend's presence in the barracks.
"Did you hear that?"
A young female whispered to another. While they enter the room as Jiro.
"Yeah!! That was Lieutenant Kyuuzou. I suppose he's back now..."
A young man replied to the female, regarding the noise just now.
"Right... Not to belittle the Captain...
I wish he didn't appoint him to be lieutenant."
Another added in their two cents to the current conversation.
"Right! If anything, I wish the lieutenant was him instead."
"Yeah... I mean we all knew that he pretty much does Kyuuzou's work."
The group looked at the pink-haired Shinigami when they said it.
"At least, Lieutenant Shinobu balanced his bruteness out with her grace and beauty.."
They all nodded a bit. Though this was a whisper to each other. It was a bit louder than they intended as Jiro could not help but hear their doubts in Kyuuzou; even whispered that he had returned in the Barracks. Still, he didn't say anything about it as it was simply something they were entitled to have their own opinions on. It was something he won't deny or agree on as it was somewhat true that he did help Kyuuzou with his paperwork. Something that many who knew the lieutenant to know that he despises doing paperwork and often have his best friend doing it for him in his stead.

"Knowing Kyu... He's at his usual spot."
He paused. A smile can be seen on the face as he commanded the members to handle the rest for now. This might surface in others' minds; they figured it had something to do with Kyuuzou. And so, he moved toward through the main building into the hall which led to the dojo where Kyuuzou is. His hair brustled against the wind and caused him to smile at the skin cradled by the gentle wind. At the same time, he could tell that some new recruits just arrived at the scene with the Captain, as well as.... the lovely Shinobu Abe. A smile can be seen on his face as his eyes closed in the realization of their presence. His untamed hair ruffled against the wind as he advanced through the backyard into the dojo.
"Yo, Aniki."
His head nodded in a manner of how one greet each other.
"Working out pretty hard, huh?
Should spend some time with the members of the ninth"

He chuckled as his eyes darted to the weights on the ground. He crouched a bit for his left hand to be extended toward it and rippled onto the handle. Proceeded to lift the weights at 40 pounds at relative ease, though he was met with some resistance by the weight. It is considerably impressive despite his physique being so thin at a glance. It appears that it is the cultivated experience from the times he sparred with his best friend and even the captain in order to shove the idea of being a strong man means everything into Jiro's head. And then his right gripped onto the other weight and stood where he stood and proceeded to lift them by one.
"Would've erased some of their doubts in you, Kyu.
But knowing you. You'd rather prove them wrong with the mere display of true strength instead. Huh?"
His mouth reveals the white as pearl teeth when he grinned. Behind the grin, there is a warm feeling behind it. And so, this is no surprise when it comes to the personage of anger in front of him that he would treat him just like others. Still, he proceeded to lift, with the weight slowly increase by gravity. His arms slowly become slower and sore as time goes by. He still watched Kyu as he continued to pace himself.
"Say. Do you ever get into an argument with your Zan?
Like. I mean.
You ever get along with the spirit lying in that sword of yours?".
He whispered. He was curious about Kyu's relationship with his Zan spirit. Hoping to pry something useful out of him so that he could attempt to conquer his own.
Will he find his answer?