[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northeast Seireitei

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Emi was aghast by how much was whirlpooled before her, having arrived late seemingly had its consequences. She watched as the discussions and arguments were basically finalized, Miss Izumi had made up her mind and so did this Kiyoshi gentleman. She was picking up their names in her silence, Pahar seemingly enjoyed the refreshing air surrounding Hideaki. Sora seemed to be interested in her korat cat as well, but the situation didn’t reward distractions. Her soft features remained calm, through all of what was said she retained a pleasing smile. It would seem a lot didn’t phase her, but hearing the wounded man would be sent to the Maggots Nest had that smile fade slightly.
”The wounded.. Thrown into a wet cave..”
The small blonde whispered this under her breath, no matter the situation she didn’t enjoy wounds to go untreated. In her eyes, wounded people were akin to mistreated kittens. Her higher up was adamant on not giving care as the Enso fellow didn’t seem keen upon receiving it. She didn’t blame either party and wouldn’t draw any conclusions from this farce; as not only was it not her place, but delving into the mindsets of people was far too migraine contractive. It was far easier to figure out a cat brawl than a conversation between differing people. Her voice was still quiet, but she scuttled over to Hideaki and handed him a box.
”For.. Uh, Mr. Enso.”
She wasn’t sure if the damaged one would accept the offering from another one of the fourth, and hoped the lad would give it to him in her stead. It was the box of smiley bandages, she had specially made them infused with a bit of a potent opioid analgesic. Nothing in high dose, but the cotton was laced with morphine to numb the areas of pain he may have. She didn’t like this send off, glancing at the release papers in mild dismay. Emi handed off this little box of twenty strips before she patted her hip. Pahar was trained well enough to get up from his sitting spot and join her side. He gave Hideaki and Sora a cat’s natural greeting, brushing his entire body against their legs. Emi grabbed hold of him and strabbed the equipment she brought back onto her back, looking at the two lads from division six. They seemingly got Pahar’s blessings, and she gave them both an endearing smile.
”When fourth isn’t on lock down, do visit Pahar~”
The more authoritative chap was a bit serious, but she didn’t put that against him as the situation was in fact dire. Being a medic and all had it’s toll with her and the death of all things, nevertheless she gave a respective nod to him as well. She hadn’t many words for Mr. Kiyoshi, but tried her best to give some before she tapped her shoulder for the feline to hop onto.
”Take care.. Of them. And you.”
Emi enjoyed being a medic more than most would, but she never liked seeing new faces in the ward. People are easier to brush off when they’re not whimpering and writhing in their injuries. No matter what she said, however, she walked calmly behind Miss Izumi to follow her back to the medical center. She had some experiments of her own to conduct back in the lab, trying to nail down some new chemical compound that would be a bit more helpful than bandages. But that was Emi’s task to squabble with, hopefully perfecting it will give a leading edge to healing on the front lines. If not, it’s probably off to the streets to get those tents set up. She awaited on Miss Izumi before making any move, though.

 

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After several dozen more rounds, Ijoushi came to a measured stop, his waraji coasting through the sand with surprising elegance. He gathered himself and exhaled, breathing labored, accomplished breaths into the air. The blaring pains of his body faltered and eased, slowing in perfect unison with his speed. A crispness ran through his muscles and he looked up to the skies with a newfound eagerness, despite the sores that now riddled his body. He remembered to walk to ease out of the training, and did so smoothly, slipping into the barracks.
Walking through the main room of the barracks, he ran the ends of his right palm against the wooden walls and pondered their substance. They were smooth, almost too much so, so light and plush they felt divine, like the wood birthed of some modest, angelic seed. He smiled at this, and took in the airy scent of the room, heading briskly to his personal quarters. It had been an eventful past few weeks, and it had been a while since the boy had a chance to visit his room much. And that was fine to him; he liked it quiet. But he couldn't help but feel the Division's passion had been hampered recently. Even walking into his own room, which was furnished heavily with posters and prints of artists he admired, he couldn't help but feel a melancholy air weighing down on him. Flipping through some of his old journals blankly, he grinned, reading of his endeavors as an unseated Ninth Division member. 'I'll just have to rekindle my spirits. I've probably gotten too caught up in my trainings anyways.' He nodded to himself at this thought and grabbed his newest journal, stuffing it beneath his left armpit and carrying himself out of the room, this time with more impatience.
And, with a sanguine light in his eyes, Ijoushi took once more to the streets of the Seireitei, heading southeast.

 

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Listen Here!

With each passing moment, the lust for blood was growing stronger. He could feel it creeping up on him, beckoning him to give in to his urges. Yet, there was no bloodshed aside from that which ebbed from his back. It would have been wise for the man to accept treatment from the Fourth Division, but given Junko's weary nature, he couldn't allow for such a thing to happen. In fact, everything thus far was going according to his plan. The last thing he wanted was to be under the scrutiny of the 2nd Division, but he certainly had no grievances with his own cell. In fact, this meant more time would be allotted to himself for planning as he waited whatever may come his way. Speaking on the Spirit Detective's name seemed to really rouse those around him, Shusuke, in particular.
Every bone in the man's body ached as he kept his movements to a minimum, his right arm had slid onto his back as the treatment of his back continued. With the whirl of volatile emotions coming forth, he had at least managed to stop the blood from oozing out of his wounds. The suspicions held by the 6th thus far warranted further investigation. Truly, a game of cat and mouse was taking place. He certainly could act up, but doing so would bring him nothing but a bad time. Unlike those defective toys he had rid himself of not too long ago, those before him were fully functional. Sure, some shined brighter than others, but this was only natural. Shusuke and Junko were bright stars — perhaps even Nebulas — while their followed seated members acted as the black void which brought forth darkness. Yes, they all served a purpose, even those that seemed dull existed only to make an area in which their respective Division members could shine the brightest. Biting down softly on his lip, the instructor continued his treatment as he listened to those before him; it was clear that the level of dismay plaguing them had been thoroughly taken advantage of. By none other than Ensō himself, of course. That haughty tone that came forth from Shusuke's lips was just what he had been looking for. His ramblings as one may call them have clearly stricken a nerve as the man speaks with great vehemence:
”I'm not sure who’s right or wrong. The truth’s been blurred in front of me so many times that I’ve had to search for it underneath piles of dishonesty and dishonor. Behind the many disingenuous smiles, they act as shields to protect those convinced that they are above the law. Above me? Do you think that, Ensō? Do you think so little of the law that you can simply bend it to your wills and wishes so that you can sleep better at night knowing what you may have done to innocent lives? You needn’t answer. I’ll have the answers soon enough. Remove the reiatsu around yourself, give me your hands, and say nothing further. I'm taking you to the Maggots Nest.”
Ah, there it is. Two words he never thought he'd hear that bring him such joy. The Maggots Nest — a place where the damned exist under the close watch of the Second. Yes, a place where one must have extreme expertise with Hakuda to be able to subdue those that pose a threat to the Seireitei. Perhaps this was the right decision, indeed. Ensō was indeed a threat. A threat that hadn't been properly measured and one that had managed to slaughter three Shinigami with great ease only to segue into a facade that painted him innocent. Truly, a man who was attending the danse macabre within his head was a threat. Whether or not they knew their actions to be a good path was of little importance now. Surely he would have a home within such a nefarious place. Especially within a cell in the Nest. Only the most heinous of criminals get a cell, after all. A preliminary decision, yes, but not a bad one at all. As Ensō's skin begins to reform all seven layers that he broke through, he winces at the words spat at him, apparently, he's hurt by them; this is made clear by his facial expression that screams of sadness.
"No, Shusuke-Kun... That's not what I intended for at all. I didn't mean to offend you, nor did I intend to make it seem as if I'm above the law in any way. I understand I will comply with your orders."
His Reiatsu emission had stopped when the man had ordered, both hands now slide from their current locations to the front of the man as he looks at them, waiting to be handcuffed. The instructor has said his peace and doesn't reply to anyone else from this point forward, remaining compliant with the lawbringer's wishes. His sensory remains — both spiritual and physical. The vehemence once more takes over his mind and he wants nothing more than to break out into dance, celebrating the tragedy turned into a travesty. Not even a sigh escapes the man, as he exudes nothing other than sorrow at this point in time. With an ongoing investigation still occurring, it's made clear that Shusuke's conviction won't falter, but he isn't fully convinced that Ensō has done this out of ill intent. Not yet, at least. His arms remain before him, no sign of resistance as he awaits the cold steel around his wrists as well as other instruments that would undoubtedly bind him. His usual kind radiance has been drowned in the sea of crimson; only a dull tone remains as he awaits his escorts. A clown never forgets his prospects — Emi's kindness doesn't go unnoticed, nor do the other members of the Sixth Division that just barely manage to follow their Third Seat's orders. Time would tell them the truth, even if it was one they didn't want to believe. An hour to reconstruct the scene would lead to error, but he had no words. The more mistakes the merrier.

 

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Nothing could pry the Lawman’s convictions and globes from the very eyes and movements of his suspect. He stood close, but not enough to invade the man’s personal space or even get close enough to his reiatsu to have a direct effect on him. He could see anything that Enso would do, any action he would perform and especially the pace in his breaths. He watched everything he did, while also taking in his surroundings and the people that were around his immediate person. The Fourth seat of Fourth Division seemed to have a small issue with releasing Enso from her personal care out of fear that his injuries would worsen, a good reason for a medic. She swore an oath to always heal those in need, but something told Shusuke that this man wouldn’t be in dire need of her assistance as he employed a healing kaido to himself as he was being berated by the adjudicator. It was obvious that his own skill in healing would prove to be all he would need going forward, and he cared fairly little for the injuries sustained.
The green glow in his hands would soon begin to intensify, now turning into a vibrant lime green with darker green hues being on the outer auras of itself. He waited for Enso to heed his words but was surprised how long it took given the position he was ready to take against the innocent medic. Junko voiced her concerns as well as going as far to apologize to Enso for her supposed “hostile” behaviour given the nature of her seemingly healing reiatsu. An observation he wasn’t likely to forget going forward in his investigation. She then turned her apologies to the Third of Sixth, advising him that without further medical treatment that his wounds could potentially become problematic, however, she knew her place given the orders Shusuke had just laid out for everyone. Stepping towards the sheriff, he would soon halt her with a small flash of his own reiatsu. Not taking the form of its normal smoke, but a force. The feeling of a fully erect wall would befall her shortly, blocking her from any immediate interaction with the Third seats. This wasn’t done out of anger, nor annoyance, but for her own safety. He would collect the documents from her shortly after fully apprehending his target. Enso would slowly but surely raise both of his arms and await the cold shackles of justice to be placed upon him. Only these wouldn’t be any normal handcuffs or restraints, this was a special kido invented strictly by the Third seat that would far surpass any shackles utilized by the mundane and idiotic policemen who dwelled in the Living Realm. This was real justice.
”As the sun and moon collide, all things in perfect alignment in the universe, forever call out the name of Justice. Punish those who demolish the good name of man, and act like swift lightning in the name of the Law. Sixth Division Binding spell, Hosoku.”
Without any warning, he soon hovered his glowing open palms over the wrists of his supposed friend. With his two hands touching, gliding over Enso’ wrists by mere inches he would soon separate his hands and cast the green glow over the exposed joints. Shortly after, shackles would appear on Enso’ arms, abruptly halting all flow of any reiryoku or reiatsu he could summon from within himself and would also find there to be considerable weight as the kido would finish casting finally forming a glowing chain link attached to each cuff. The weight would be enough for any man or woman — disregarding their own personal strength or indomitable will to want to hold their arms up, they will simply be unable to move their arms past their waist from the sheer weight of the gravity defying shackles of justice. By far the only Kido he has perfected although it being his weakest skill. The development of this technique was for the teaching of future division members of Sixth to more easily apprehend and also detain suspects, also acting as an added reinforcement to transport these criminals to a more preferred setting. He would leave Enso likely hunched over with his arms hanging in front of his loosely to await being taken to the nest. All the while, he never saw a strict change in his demeanor but he also found that reality doesn’t set in for those who commit serious offences until they are behind cold bars. He would experience that soon enough. Removing his eye contact from Enso and placing them on Hideaki, silently motioning for him to take hold of Enso and await the Third seat to begin transport to the Maggots Nest. Sora had just given word to the Second Division to expect their arrival shortly and also expected he as well to come to take hold of Enso before they departed.
Turning to Junko now, a certain somberness could be found in his eyes. He didn’t want to get violent with her and hoped she didn’t take his little push in reiatsu as a sign of distrust or disrespect. He found her to be able to effectively perform her job and was able to physically see that she could care for any patient with the same kindness, even given their vile standing in a very confusing situation. Admiration is what he’d call it, the Fourth Division seemed to have many capable Shinigami. He took the clipboard from her, and found a pen to be stuck at the top of the clip. She urged him to sign these release waivers to ensure that any legalities surrounding his release from her personal care were not unethical as he was in the direct charge of the Lawman himself. He signed quickly and passed it back to her with a slight grin to assure her that everything would be alright from her on. It wouldn’t remain on his face however as he was back to being serious in less than a second after handing her back the papers, before walking back to Enso and the boys from Sixth, he eyed the blonde one and nodded to her before simply returning back to work his case.
Then everything took a turn.
”All available Shinigami, heed this call. A Garganta has appeared in the 77th District of the Eastern Rukongai! Calling all available assets to respond. A Garganta has--”
His head snapped to the direction of the Seventy-Seventh district and surely enough, cutting off the Lieutenants message was an emanating, earth crushing and bone shaking…
BOOOOOOOOOOOM
His pupils focused as the sound rang through his ear canal, and out the other one. His body almost froze in place out of shock but it had been some time since the Lawman had been caught off guard, even by an event such as this. He recognized the voice slightly, but it had been sometime since he had encountered her as she was surely to be a grown woman now. Still, the call was troubling, especially with the tone in her voice being so worrisome. It wouldn’t take long for Hideaki to approach his superior and inform him that he would help transfer Enso to the Nest but also had a certain drive to heed the call of the Tenteikura. He admired his candor and wanted to help those in dire need of it but his place was here to assist with Enso’s apprehension, he wouldn’t allow him to just simply shirk what's now an ongoing investigation. He simply wouldn’t allow it.
”Hideaki Shinomourin. You will not go to the Seventy-Seventh district, until the suspect is safely within the walls of the Maggots Nest. Then and only then, will I excuse you to go heed the call of our comrade.”
He soon placed a hand on the shoulder of the young Shinigami, he figured this would be a difficult thing for him to bear, the need to help and the duties he was bound to by his Division. The Division always came first no matter what, duty acted as the death to all things that matters to an individual Shinigami. Those ideals and mannerisms he has seen get others killed all too quickly, and would not allow for one of his members to disrespect the sanctity of what he stood for.
”Trust me, this takes precedence over what goes on there. In time you’ll come to realize that the Law stops for no one man, woman or spirit. We are justice, and we must act accordingly.”
It was with these words he stepped past Hideaki and would hear nothing more of the matter. He would take point and lead the two while they escorted Enso to the Nest. Being former Second Division, he knew of its location still. A lot of time had passed since he was within the Detention unit and he also doubted if anything had changed. Wasting little time, he would look back at the two boys to ensure that they were ready for transport, expecting them to have a hand on Enso the entire time they travelled. He hoped his shunpo wouldn’t be too quick for the youngsters, time was of the essence.
Northeast Seireitei ———————————— traveling to ———————————— Southeast Seireitei

 

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Reiatsu building steadily, she was surprised to find herself pushed back by the Third Seat though made no motion to block him. No hostility emanated from the man toward her nor did he appear to question her motives. Though uncertain as to why for the moment, she wouldn't go so far as to act indignant or question him. Perhaps the only emotion she was truly capable of feeling at the moment she was simply confused once again. All she could do for the moment was observe his movements, clutching the clipboard unwilling to repeat herself again as he focused so completely on the man before them. Watching as the binding spell unknown to her was cast she questioned herself for having stopped her own if this were to be the end result regardless.
No.... She believed she had made the proper decision. The patient had shown a fear and hostility toward her that had led to their healing actions thus far being rendered pointless. Further pursuing him would have only made matters worse and potentially landed her in a cell. Eyes wandering back to Enso as he kept himself from bleeding too severely with his own abilities she wondered back to her time in Academy. Had he been a teacher of hers? She couldn't recall. A bad experience with him at the time could account for her dislike of him though this didn't feel right. She could almost feel guilty about her behavior toward him if matters hadn't come to such a point. Perhaps an intuition of some sort? She couldn't say.
It was a new occurrence for her however to see the arrest of one that would be marched to the Maggot's Nest. Being in Fourth had led her to deal with all kinds that were often experiencing horrible ordeals to land them in her care. Over the many years some had been arrested though usually more of as a measure of protection for the members of Fourth and a warning to the person who would soon be released. She had not witnessed such carnage that had not been caused by a hollow; the whole ordeal was surreal. The Third Seat's eyes seeking her out once again she turned to him, allowing the clipboard to be taken as he finally "freed" her of responsibility over Enso. If he were to die of his wounds right then she would certainly not be looked at as one who had given him subpar care. It simply saved them both the mountains of paperwork of explaining how such an event occurred.
A bow of thanks she took a step backward, though Emi began her own approach toward the man. With a raised brow Junko watched over her with great care, not in suspicion of her but rather in a protective manner. Saying nothing as she made her offering she paused until the woman finished, then ensuring she was following gave a grateful and farewell bow to the group before making a sharp turn to face the direction of the barracks. Her feet making only a single stride, mouth opening as she prepared to enlist Emi in the testing of the blood samples they had retrieved from all around the scene she was interrupted by the sound of a woman's voice. Frozen mid step her eyes widened at the rarely used kido that requested action in the Rukongai where the Garganta was hovering over. Soon cut off by a loud, booming sound the "broadcast" ended as abruptly as it began.
Reiatsu still hovering about her like a blanket, the powerful wave of frustration still managed to seep through though tamed to the point of mild frustration. She could not abandon her current 'mission' nor the medical center, especially now, despite how much she wished she rush to their aid. Signalling for those who had accompanied her and held the samples to move on ahead and begin she turned to Emi.
"It appears we're needed in two places at once,"
Eyeing her briefly she said nothing more, leaving the decision to her. Junko could indeed use her within the Seireitei but it was obvious someone of her level would be useful in the Rukongai as well. She would not tell her which way to go nor what she had to do. It was up to her whether she would go or not, though she would not be expected to depart on her own without an escort if that was what she chose to do. Resuming her movements though now at a faster pace she awaited the girl's decision, prepared to send the two members that still followed behind them both with her if she were to depart. These thoughts were pushed away quickly as she made her way back to Fourth, preparing for the chaos that would most certainly have started within.
Inside she raised a hand to the woman attempting to coordinate the center, her reiatsu flaring outward. Snaking its way through every hall and into every room, the most dire patients would find themselves drifting off to sleep while the others would begin to find it less and less important that they do anything more than return to their beds and rest.
The testing would not take long, however her thoughts were focused more on something she could perhaps be capable of in the meantime.
Making a beeline for Jinnosuke's room she practically shoved past the staff guarding over the hollow and keeping it locked away and prepared for Omoni's return. Not stopping until she was beside his bed again her gaze flickered between the two. She wasn't sure what the hollow had to do with his healing process or what exactly was going on, but she did know that with the care he'd received thus far and with further treatment he should at least be able to resume ordinary function. Awaiting the return of Omoni and the Captain was taking too long and leaving a perfectly capable fighter bedridden in the midst of utter chaos. Perhaps it was all meant to be a lesson to the man to stop injuring himself so completely. Such a thing was acceptable and understandable if there was not such a large scale catastrophe among us. Looking at him with a hard gaze she gave a forced smile.
"Are you ready to get out of bed?"
Summoning others to join her, she stood with her hands already hovering over him, a green aura surrounding them as the focused on his reiatsu first. Now flowing through his body with the ease it should have already were he in peak condition she summoned upon her own along with those now surrounding her. Guiding him along with their help, tendrils throughout his body that would slowly begin the process of mending his shattered body. For a moment she considered her shikai; spread among those in the room he would be fully healed in an instant with minor injuries to speak of left with those she inflicted them upon. However such a thing would be reserved for a more dire scenario. Currently it appeared they would need the full use of every last healer at full strength. She could not completely dismiss the idea, but would not set such an event into action with the current state of events. For now, he would simply have to deal with the slower process.