[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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It was not until the third knock that Omoni found herself no longer alone. Instead, her answer that she thought would take longer than a brisk walk through the hospital halls had arrived. It was in the form of two Onmitsukido although only one spoke to her.

”Lieutenant Omoni Hageshi of Squad Four.”
They had her undivided attention. This was what she was waiting for after all. It just startled her a little that it came as fast as it did. Although, inside she was beaming with pride that she managed to make the message as professional as she could and applied this to why it came so instantaneously as well.
”Your request has been approved. You are to head to the Senkaimon immediately. It is there, you will be sent to Karakura Town. Retrieve the hollow you need, and return back to the Seireitei…immediately.”
A few things went through the giantess’s head. Naturally, she was comforted that the chance to see to Jinnosuke’s recovery was not only acknowledged in a timely manner but that it had also been granted. On the other side of things however, she was intrigued. The fourth were never permitted to leave the Seireitei under any circumstance. It usually meant that whatever she was being sent to face for them proved to be too much for those they were able to send. It only affirmed the fact in her mind that there was no room for failure. It was her one and only opportunity. This woman knew this all too well, because she had a bad habit of defying that order in particular and hiding that she did so from eyes that would have surely punished her for it. Banishment or execution, either one of those had the possibility of rearing their ugly heads in her direction. It was almost like a get out of jail free card at this point. So to be told that not only was the Hollow her’s but that she had been given permission to acquire it herself was a little alarming.
They had gone as instantly as they had appeared and without another thought, the lieutenant turned on her heel and headed directly for the nearest courtyard in order to get on the road as soon as possible. Inadvertently she had abandoned the reunion with her Captain that seemed to have kept being interrupted by one thing or another. It seemed that the young Nakamoto would have to wait a little longer to see his grumpy lieutenant.

As she stepped outside, it was quick that she noticed the tiny guide whom she had relied on earlier to get her to her division had not left yet. It looked as if she was distracted by something going on in her head. That was pretty common to find in Shinigami as a lot of the time they were all subject to their own Zanpakuto spirits taking them into the recesses of their subconcious sometimes at any time. This was where together they convened and had spectacular conversations that only their respective Shinigami could be present. Unless of course they invited another in. As she approached, she boomed a call that she hoped would shock Oyama out of the realm she must have been preoccupied with, that is if the Onmisukido’s presence had not done so already. Omoni was not aware that the girl had been tasked with once again accompanying her, on the contrary she had once again decided that Oyama would be her escort again.The woman did not think about how the girl might feel about it because that sort of thing was obsolete. There was only one way she could save Jinnosuke’s life and there was not a millisecond to lose. Talking about if they wanted to or not would only waste precious time and so she had already made that executive decision by the time she strode past her and on her way out of the fourth.
“ OI. I need you again. Gotta go get somethin’ important!”
It was instinctive for Omoni to avoid speaking the action itself. Even putting the words together was dangerous for her. Maybe not in the way that someone might hear but if she got loose with her dialogue now, the chance that she would let it slip later became much greater. It might have been allowed this time but that was no excuse to get sloppy. Where they were headed, she opted not to reveal until the two were safely on their way. All of this alone was not what burned below Omoni Hageshi. Being sent on missions like this always did something to that woman. Her blood would broil at the thought of being able to stretch her legs and get something done. It meant she was able to let loose a little and above all it alleviated her crippling boredom. The reason she was truly so animated was because she had been biding her time until a call like this arose again. Omoni had amassed an enormous amount of anticipation for the circumstances and with it...a cataclysmic fire and she could finally let it out. This woman who towered over the little Oyama was acting on the necessity of the situation but above all, on a potent excitement.
Traveling from the Northeast to the Senkaimon >>>>>>>>

 

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Both looked at the blood panda in annoyance before looking at one another, with the same annoyance. They both blamed one another, and both wanted to raise their hands to point at one another all to start a yelling match. Though they didn’t for to do so in the Blood Panda’s domain was not wise, despite him being owned by the both of them; He had control, over his domain and he was certainly did not want to hear them argue in his house.
Though that didn’t mean the two wouldn’t give each other a death glare, both knew that they had to settle this soon, for it seemed to them he only wanted to be under control for one owner. While that would be the ideal outcome for either Oyama or Furia it wouldn’t be so for the Blood Panda. It would disappoint him greatly if they found away to vanquish one another. What he wanted was what Arashi suggested, for them to work together, for they needed one another far more than they either thought.
Furia the ever-aggressive half was more proficient in zanpakuto combat more so than Oyama. She was willing to push the body to extreme limits, enough so that she was willing to take on injuries just to kill her enemy; though if she was given the chance, she would more than likely end her opponent in a slow and cruel manner. Oyama on the other hand was more proficient in Kido, willing to use it more in combination with her zanpakuto; if she had a chance in battle she would wanted to avoid those hits Furia was willing to take and counter to attack, and aim to end her opponents as quickly and humanely as possible. The Blood Panda looked at the two, with disappointment as they continued to glare at one another, then his ears began to twitch.
“Oyama Hoshi of Squad Thirteen…”
His hand lifted up and pointed at Oyama, he didn’t have to say a word, as Oyama had turned around, and walked out from the dimension they were in, and as for Furia? She didn’t see but She too had decided to leave. Both left the Blood Panda alone, there was no point in either trying to persuade him to join on their side, he made his mind up.

“you’ve been called upon to fulfill your oath and duty to the Gotei 13.”

It was the voice she heard first, before she finally opened her eyes to see a mysterious individual covered head to toe in a red clothing, the way they dressed was certainly different from the traditional style of Shinigami. She could only guess that they were from second division and Onmitsukidō and even then she wasn’t too sure about that if only because of the clothing they wore was different from when she entered their barracks courtyard so long ago. she didn’t say a word to them, as a thought ran through her head, the thought of training was postponed once again, but this time by her duty as a member of 13th division. Seems that she was going to the world of the living not fully prepared as she would have wished to be.
“You are to rendezvous with Lieutenant Hageshi of the Fourth Division at the Senkaimon. It is there, you will escort her to Karakura Town in search of a hollow to retrieve.
Retrieve a hollow? This was certainly a surprise… she wanted to ask the individual, a question, if they were to run into a quincy, what would they have her do? But that was going answered as the mysterious messenger spoke once more.
“The town is also home to the Quincy. Should you encounter the Quincy on your mission ignore them. However… Should the Quincy in any way attempt to kill or take possession of the hollow...it will be seen as an active attempt to oppose the Seireitei. Then, and only then will you treat them as an obstacle to the will and mission of the Gotei 13...and you will remove that obstacle. Let none interfere with Lieutenant Omonoi’s mission. Head out...immediately.”
It only took a blink for them to disappear. Today was shaping up to be a very interesting day, first two gifts from her family, second Arashi being alive and trasnfering and now this bringing a hollow to the Seireitei, she was only taught in the academy to kill a hollow, not to retrieve them, thoughts boiled in her head on how to even capture one. She could go for their limbs as the blood panda was good at preventing healing, but they could possibly bleed out, a good option, but also dangerous, Kido might have been a safe bet. Though her thought on which one would be cut off as a booming voice could be heard, startling her and making her look in the direction of the person it came from. It was none other than the Lieutenant herself.
“ OI. I need you again. Gotta go get somethin’ important!”
Once the Lieutenant was done speaking the Lieutenant had began walking towards the exit of the division, to which she had to jump up and run just catch up. Once they were free and far away from the division she would finally summon the courage to speak.
“Lieutenant Hagashi… What are we going to do when we meet a quincy in Karakura town?”
They were far enough away from any normal Shinigami to hear them, as she asked this question. Surely by just asking this The Lieutenant would know that She knew what the mission was, and now would be a good time for Oyama to introduce herself before anything happened to her.
“Oyama Hoshi, 3rd seated officer of 13th division ready to guide you into Karakura town.”
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Jatiri’s eyes widened as a masked figure materialized before him. He turned his head and recorded everyone’s reaction, before looking back at the mysterious entity. That’s when he noticed an envelope in the hand’s of the being. It gave Maho the envelope then suddenly vanished.
After the captain finished reading the contents within the envelope, he dismissed the others, signaling for Jat and Lt.Kyu to follow along. Jatiri proceeded alongside the captain and lieutenant, examining recruits along the way. Prior to averting his gaze, the captain conveyed an important message that was clear and easy to follow.
”I'll probably be tied up for a lil while. You're free to poke your fin around the first division for a bit...."
Be his ears Jatiri. Don't make any contact unless you absolutely must. Don't start a fight you can't finish. Got it?"
Jatiri nodded. He would do his best to fulfill the captain’s wishes. Although, he was unsure on what to expect from the first division. “I wonder if I’ll get to see the other captains? Who does the lieutenant want to meet with?”, he thought to himself. Jatiri felt Kyuuzou’s stare as he turned to face him. ”So, what do you suggest we get into, Chaos? Or do we keep it peaceful?" He smiled as the lieutenant enacted the different gestures. Then, his face straightened up, and he spoke plainly.
”Chaos.”
Northeast Seireitei ------------------> To Central Seireitei

 

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A new day came with a new chapter for a certain Shinigami whose Shino Academy years have come to pass. Fifty years he spent training for this very day, the day that he had finally become a shinigami.
Katsuo wore his new shihakusho and grabbed a bag that had his spare uniform within and some other belongings, such as his art material. He threw the bag over his shoulders and then grabbed his zanpakuto with his left hand. He made his way out of the Academy where he turned around and faced it for one last time, bowing before it in gratitude.
Looking up at the sky, Katsuo took a deep breath. A beautiful day be-fitting the big steps that were to find his Barracks. A blue sky with some white clouds here and there, the sound of the trees moving gently as their branches and leaves were caressed by the wind.
‘’Finally.... I am almost there!’’ Katsuo said with excitement.
He started making his way toward his barracks, which according to his instructors, was in the Northeastern part of Seireitei. After about an hour’s run at full speed and without any regard about conserving his stamina, he arrived.
He stopped just outside the big wooden doors of the Seventh’s barracks and took another deep breath before following with a loud, exciting shout, ‘’I AM HOME!’’
Indeed Katsuo was over the moon. He had been told before-hand that there was no captain or Lt in the 7th division and that he would meet some members of the 7th division barracks.
Pushing the doors open to the barracks, Katsuo took his first steps in, only to have some surprised gazes upon him and some annoyed gazes. He did notice that there were several buildings within the area covered by the division, which he assumed were mostly the sleeping quarters of the division’s members and a larger building, which was the captain’s office. One of the members rushed over to Katsuo and bowed his head slightly; Katsuo in return did the same. The member asked Katsuo his name and upon answering, he was welcomed into the barracks as the division members were notified earlier that Katsuo was to arrive.
He was shown around the entire division barracks, which was to say not as big as divisions four and nine, but still fairly big. There was also a courtyard where most of the members were, some training in hakuda, others training in zanjutsu.
Katsuo was then shown to his quarters within the division, where he was given the top of a bunk-bed. He placed his bag on the top of the bed and made his way back down and went to several members, offering to help clean or train with some of them.

 

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Ijoushi kept to himself as he made his way to the Ninth Division barracks, enveloped in the mindless chatter his peers indulged themselves in. He had just returned from a quick errand, and was relieved to have arrived finally, as he was rather annoyed by the company provided by the other Shinigami, their naivety and rambunctiousness slowly eating at him as they walked. But Ijoushi was not one to whine or snap, instead he simply resorted to his usual dull state, trying his best to stay quiet and noticed, and casting his attention onto his surroundings, which he studied tenderly. It had been quite a while since he had taken a good stroll through the Seireitei; as he found himself recently overwhelmed with these minor duties and his frequent trainings. But now, gazing out around and walking, he found himself pleased, and somewhat comforted by the mild architecture of the Northeast Seireitei. The way the buildings sat neatly in unison, the way the Sekkiseki walls were arranged in a steady pattern, and the way that the sky stolidly stood above them, painted in soft azure hues and dancing with tangents of pale clouds. These sorts of thoughts swirled about in Ijoushi's head, and soon he was transfixed by the surrounding environment, his pace and demeanor growing sluggish to accommodate for his extremely attentive eyes.
"We're here!"
One of Suru's unseated accomplices shouted suddenly, his obnoxious voice interrupting Ijoushi's observations. He abruptly recast his eyes in front of him, tidying his stature as well, so that he would be presentable to the other seated members. Suru couldn't help but surface a smile as he laid eyes upon the building. He had been seated for a while, but still felt a sense of awe every time he was in the vicinity of it. He felt it an honor to even be in the midst of such capable individuals, and a feeling of humbleness swept over him as he neared. His eyes were now fixed tightly onto the barracks, and it didn't take him long for him to notice Shin'eki; with his rich, long hair and childlike build, standing several meters away at the Captain's Quarters. A more untamed smile sprouted on his face as he noticed his 'brother', and he gave him an intimate greeting, showing much more genuine heart than he did to the unseated Shinigami.
"Hello, niisan!"
Ijoushi spoke with a genuine, calm tone, and accompanied his greeting with a wave of politesse. Upon noticing the other seated members, Suru subtle broke away from his unseated acquaintances, not wanting to associate with them any longer. He stood at the edge of the entrance to the barracks, and let the other Shingami spill inside, while he staid in place, beckoning for Shin'eki to come. He could use some better company, and desired an update on the current whereabouts of the Ninth, wanting to be involved. He hoped now would be the time he would finally get to be caught up in his peers' actions, and wore his smile consistently as he waited for his partner, filled to the brim with alacrity.
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Meanwhile, Ijoushi's Inner World had began to stir. It was dawn, and Tenka-shita-washi was huddled up groggily in his hut, yawning and stretching, and lethargically waking up. He studied Suru's behavior, and chuckled, glad he was feeling peppy. Their interactions so far had been brief, and often abstract, but he planned to speak with the boy more in the future, wanting to speak with him more as his potential bloomed. A lazy, soft grin spread across his face, which disappeared as he nodded. He propped himself down at his messy desk, and began to etch something into a yellowed paper, drawing thoughtfully.
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