[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northwest Seireitei

[DioNaraka]

"And just why would you go through the bother of training it to eat less?"

The first words her senior speaks to her regarding her question, she listens with a blank expression, absorbing all the words he directs her way.

"You are the Master, that thing is but a tool, a slave to your whims. Rather training or teaching it anything, why not go the simpler route. Reprogram the cells composing that mere parasite, so that it is convinced that it's feeding even when its not. This way, any amount of spiritual power fed to it will be seen as a bountiful dessert to it, filling it faster than what would normally be required. This should also allow you to pull more work from the wretched thing with less effort."

If they could, her eyes would light up at the revelation of what she was being told, a direction she had not thought of taking before. Tricking the cells is a much more efficient route as opposed to re-programming them to just eat less or even the more barbaric route of training it. Before her eyes a HUD appears, a simulation of the DNA structure of the parasite, modifications being made to it to employ Nyraku’s method. While these simulations were running the blue haired abomination started to return to his normal pristine form once again. By the time his transformation was complete so were the simulations of the DNA sequence that needed modifying. She refocuses on her senior who has now returned to normal.

”Ah! Welcome back Kurotsuchi-san! I’ve just run the simulations and shall have my little issue corrected immediately! I will need to field test it before I bring a progress report to those Forty Six simpletons.”

This will be a major breakthrough for this little project, and if proven successful enough more of these Bakkoto can be made and distributed to Shinigami for use. Not that Kai cares about that part of the research, she is more interested in creating and developing a new life form that exists outside of the established norms. Entities such as bounts are interesting as they are a new branch all on their own, but their numbers are few and far between. However, even they must rely on some sort of tool to draw out their full power, just like Shinigami, Quincy and Arrancar. But these Bakkoto are different, they grow and evolve all without that external aid, they just need to feed. Just like any other sentient race, eating leads to better growth and development of the body, and the better food one eats the better developed they become. Should Kai excel in their creation she will have developed an entirely new spiritual entity altogether that will function as more than just a weapon.

"Were there any other trifles you needed to consult me on? How is your brain doing these days by the way? Are you properly tending to it, if need be I could also assist in ensure it is properly safe and secured. We shouldn't leave these things to chance no?"

Nyuraku cuts her train of thought by asking if there were any more questions but follows it up with a subject Kai is more than prepared for, the location of her brain. At first she looks a bit puzzled by the question then puts on a smug grin.

”My brain is well and healthy! Still a wonderful fountain of knowledge! It knows what I know! It learns what I learn! It knows the exact DNA sequence to use to reprogram the Bakkoto’s hunger! However! You are correct, we cannot leave these things to chance! That’s why I left it here in your office! I’m surprised you haven’t found it yet. I never took you for such a troglodyte Kurotsuchi-san!”

She cackles jauntily, having this one up over him. The location of her brain is the one thing she constantly has over him, it is one of the things she knows more about than him and as such she becomes rather smug when talking about it. She pauses her laughter for a moment formulating a serious question for her senior as she realizes she now has a bit of free time on her hands. Sending her new information to her lab triggers the automated machines to begin all the prep work needed to start the DNA tampering. It will take some time to separate the Parasite from the weapon it is attached to.

”Considering I am already here, I have some free time, and this is a good opportunity to learn, is there anything you need help with? Other than info on the location of my brain.”

It seemed like he was awaiting a new subject but it seems like they may have gotten cold feet and turned tail away from Twelfth Division. Someone must have gotten to them and turned them towards Fourth Division instead, sad really it's so rare to get a healthy Shinigami in the lab to experiment on.

 

[WhitehairedShiro]

Shiro's first day:

Location: Squad 11 Offices/Training grounds.

Shiro awoke that day to the familiar but incessant mews of his cat. As he opened his eyes, he saw the slightly fat cat looking over him. Its half black and half white face adorned with a face of begging. Shiro let out a sigh of annoyance. He had been forced to leave Ying-Ling, at home with his sisters and mother while he attended the Academy. Much to his chagrin, the three women had spoiled this once tough street cat into a ball of fur too slow to catch a crippled rat without a head start. And even worse, she now expected to be fed just as often as she had been. An even louder meow derailed Shiro's train of thought as Ying began to rub her head against his hand.


"So that's my reward huh? I feed you and get to pet you as much as I want? Well it sounds like a lot of good things for you."


He said in his voice a mixture of a deep rashp and a soothing melody. As he began to clear his throat to lessen the raspiness of his voice, his thoughts drifted off. Going back to the simpler times, days where he would just make a growl and people would bring him food then leave him be. Now he had people who were enthralled by his slightly feminine voice and well mannered vocabulary so they wouldn't leave him... A loud ding was the culprit this time. Making sure to lower the brightness and squint, Shiro saw a message on his phone from his academy instructor. The message was a simple "don't be late on the first day" thing with a bunch of nice fancy words around it to make it seem more… what was the word again… it started with an f…….floral? No that wasn't it….. Formal. That's what it was. A formal don't be late on your first day thing from a man who annoyed Shiro.


Shiro's annoyance wasnt from anything the man had done to him. Everytime Shiro saw him, he was nothing but nice. So nice he even sparred with Shiro when he had begun to vastly out pace his peers. No Shiro's annoyance was that the man kept wanting to be around him. Well Shiro wasn't the only student he insisted his presence on, he had definitely become one of the man's favorites. Didnt the idiot know how exhausting wear a dumb stupid smile on your face was? Or was that just him giving Shiro some more practice? Whatever his reason, Shiro despised him. How could the man be so well versed in the art of manners to send a formal letter to him, at this hour no less, but not pick on Shiro's desire to be alone? He had tried to politely decline most of the man's offers to hang out, or to have additional meetings with him and the other top students of his class. Though the last time was one he wished he hadn't tried to avoid. Another hungry meow echoed through the room as Ying put her face in front of his. He had tried to say his cat was too sick and wanted to make sure she was alright but, all that did was cause the girls of the group to beg him to see her. And then when they did, they seemed to not want to leave.


Shiro sighed again. He was annoyed. Annoyed because of Lady Kashitoji. Who was she to order the great Wolf of Zaraki around and compel him to take part in these so-called manners? Even now her words haunted his ears like whispered shouts unwilling to die and fade into the blissful silence. "A smiling stranger is just a friend you've never met yet." Had been her constant refrain. Following a rather angry mew, Shiro sat up. Hitching his polite grin onto his face as he rose from the nest of sheets that lay on his bed.


Deciding he didn't want to fall back to sleep, Shiro let the smile fade slightly, barely a smirk as he turned on the Kenpachi games. He had no real interest in watching others fight. All it ever did was get him itching for one that never came. As he filled Ying-Lings bowl with food, he watched the contestants parade into interview after interview. Taking keen interest in those from Squad 11. To him they didn't look too impressive, but then again, wasn't he always seen as weaker than he was? Had that not even been his goal? To hide the muscle and bait them into a fight.


He smiled pleasantly as his brain flashed the people who had fallen into that trap only to be torn asunder by his bone crushing hands. The memories of the sympathies of pain he had played with each person partially taming the dark hunger for blood in battle that stirred within him. As he ate slowly he noticed the woman conducting the interviews. She appeared, at least to him, to be quiet…… it's another f word….fetching. quite fetching with her bubblegum hair and tanned skin. As he put another piece of egg into his mouth, Ying-Ling hopped into his lap. Purring loudly now that she had been fed and raising her body up to indicate she was ready for her pets. Before Shiro could stop himself, he began absentmindedly petting the cat as he finished his breakfast.


Figuring that he still had a few hours before he was due at Squad 11, Shiro decided to get some practice in. Focusing hard and entering the familiar forest that was his inner world, he began to practice meditating on what little he knew about his sword. While he had gotten the name of his sword, he never found out what all it could do, which could be the end of him if it is not rectified soon. He snarled. She even had him thinking those big painful words. After a few minutes, and despite not finding neither hide nor tail of his zanpakuto spirit, shiro began to practice his swings before getting ready.


As Shiro combed through his hair, his thoughts wandered. First the blur of blood and fights that was his life in Zaraki. 30 years of nonstop fighting and bloodshed that had formed him into a scary bedtime story in the rukon. The white wolf of Zaraki, a human with the mind of a savage anima. Both incapable and unwilling to understand human emotions such as compassion, empathy, and regret. Shiro stopped mid braid. Staring into the almost unfamiliar face. Remembering the wild maine with the braids in front of his face. Then the little rukon girl who had tied those braids for him after he had apparently rescued her from a bunch of bandits. If he could have talked back then, he would have told the young girl he was just hungry and was actually mugging them. But that is the strangest thing about people…they always hope for the best in people. It was then Shiro noticed the single tear going down the side of his face. Why was he crying….. had he meant to be sad? Why was he sad? Did he feel bad for the nameless girl?


After a few moments of pondering, Shiro noticed that Ying-Ling had rubbed her head against him. He looked at the cat, its black and white face divided by an invisible line, her different colored eyes making her look more like two cats that had been sown together rather than one. As if to differentiate the two halves of her face, the numb that had once been an ear twitched in tandem with the other as the birds outside began to sing. Ah that's why….. he had been near the true origin of his minor legend. The day he nearly killed everyone in Zaraki. That day made him somber anytime he thought about it. As Shiro finished the braid, he let out a somber sigh. Reattaching the smile onto his face as he headed towards the door.


As he stepped out of the barracks he took a deep breath. The air here was so clean….he hated it. He longed for the copper and iron filled air of the Rukon. The air of death and battle. Even now he wished he could have joined the battle to be named Kenpachi. If for nothing else to get to fight those strong looking people. As he walked he was approached by two of his former classmates. Gods above, why do they have to talk about such things? Why did his noticing their changed their hair prompt them to embark on a long speech on why? Wasn't it as simple as she didnt like the way it looked anymore? And why were they following him this far? There's no way either of these dainty fools would join squad 11.


Squad 11, the squad with the toughest souls in the whole Seretei. Or at least that's what they claimed. This alone had drawn Shiro towards the squad. Those peons at the academy weren't even in the same league as Shiro anymore. He needed people who could keep up, or at the very least wanted too. Despite his friendly smile he was irritated again. Now he wanted to fight and was istead, forced to make polite and pointless chit-chat with these inferior fighters. He was happy when they headed their own way. Once again immersed in blessed silence. But there was still that nagging itch to fight, to hit someone and feel their bones turn to powder, the grinding of flesh on flesh.


Shiro's smile turned into a leer as he made a silent vow. Whoever he ran into first at the barracks would be the person he would fight. It wouldn't matter if it was the captain or not. He wouldn't deny this lust for battle any longer. The White Wolf of Zaraki had died when Shiro got his name and was forced to become nothing more than a trained dog, or so it had felt, but The Wolf of Squad 11…. Now that was a name he liked, but he would have to earn that new name. Either with a pile of bodies, or just a fearsome reputation.

 

[GhostSnake]

”My brain is well and healthy! Still a wonderful fountain of knowledge! It knows what I know! It learns what I learn! It knows the exact DNA sequence to use to reprogram the Bakkoto’s hunger! However! You are correct, we cannot leave these things to chance! That’s why I left it here in your office! I’m surprised you haven’t found it yet. I never took you for such a troglodyte Kurotsuchi-san!”

As Princess Kasumioji rambled on Nyuraku's eyes began to cross and roll every which way as he quickly began losing focus. It is the shifting of the sounds and tones made by his computer that refocused the man. He stares at the screen as its light and contents are reflected off his saucer like bugeyes. His hand scribbles away at a speed that threatened to cause a fire from the mere friction from pen to paper. Images from each match in the Kenpachi games began popping up in miniature little boxes on the massive screen. While it is true the man cared nothing for the games themselves or their outcome, what he did care about was the data that could be gleaned from such an event. Reiatsu readings from the strange Rukon man wielding a black blade caused the Spiritual Graph (霊基表; "Reiki-hyō", "Spirit Chart") to scribble away erratically. The wave-like lines becoming sharper and wilder, it truly was a wonder. Then there was Captain Oda's spiritual readings as he morphed into that hollowfied form, becoming more monster than man. The readings appeared more jagged and claw-like in nature, many of the lines appearing to overlap with one another.

Kurotsuchi scribbled away, hopping from one foot to the other, his excitement rendering him deaf to Kai's offer of aid or assistance with whatever he may need. Captain Hageshi's readings unlike the others were broad and wide, ever expanding while still moving rather rapidly, Yasu's own readings along with those of Captain Nakamoto's, Lieutenant Ueki, Hiroka Ikari and even the downed Oki were all being fed to the scientist as if he were at a buffet. With arrangements being made to ensure anyone and everyone could view the games, many of said arrangements were...innocently tampered with, allowing for the interception of the spiritual broadcasting waves among other subtle measures.

The information on the screen seems to glitch as new data takes its place, coded in strange symbols that acts as text. Nyu scans the data, his hand halting its scribbling. He seems lost in thought, the features of his face touched with a variety of colors from the illumination of the computer.

BEep

BEep

BEep

An alarm goes off with all the subtlety of a kitchen timer.

"Oh my, is it that time already?"

The man seems to lament having lost track of the time for a moment. He walks across his lab, still having said nothing to Kai, let alone acknowledged that she had been speaking to him. He steps into an adjacent room, obscured by walls and other objects. There is a ruckus, the sound of squelching, along with rummaging before finally the man appears to step out toting what could only be described as a novelty pull along wagon. Within the wagon were several canisters containing oddly colored gas of some sort. The squeaking of the wheels as they rolled was akin to a group of mice chattering, and though potentially easily resolved by simply oiling them such a thing seemed to be beyond the scientist's ability to care. The wagon contained papers and other strange objects, their shapes doing nothing to hint to their purpose. Nearing the entrance into his lab (one of perhaps many) he stops, turning to gaze at colleague.

"There are minds that require stimulating, samples to be taken. COME KAI!"

He says nothing further, as he continues walking, the squeaking of the wheels acting as an audible marker for his location and direction of travel. With bright bugeyes and a smile on his face, the Kurotsuchi appears outright giddy for the trip to be had.

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[DioNaraka]

Seeing Nyuraku lose focus from her senseless and mindless rambling gave the girl quite the chuckle, she will relish this one small victory over the hunchback genius. However he seemed to focus on something else, something that she assumed he would have no interest in, footage of the Kenpachi Games. Smaller screens popped up for each match and as they did Kai’s Yūkai me (誘拐眼; Abducting eye) processed each one, bringing each screen up in her eye’s HUD allowing her to watch them all simultaneously. While watching them her head tilts to look towards the Spiritual Graph, frantically scratching away for each contestant for this barbaric activity. Kai dons a strange open mouthed smile understanding what was going on, while Nyuraku was busy jotting down notes about their Spiritual energies she began to take notes on the muscular structure, how they swing their swords, how they utilize Shunpo, what muscles activate for such activities all the way down to smaller “stabilizer” muscles.

This idiotic fighting pass time is a treasure trove of knowledge that Kai can use to modify her body… Or better yet… The three screens in her HUD shatter into even smaller screens, each one zooming in on different parts of each contestant's body for further detail. If she could replicate the data she is witnessing and store it on a chip she could potentially swap out skill sets of each person. A chip to replicate the Rukongai bum’s swordsmanship but reorganizing her muscles into his muscular structure, she may only be able to replicate what he has done so far but it will be more than enough to throw someone off in a fight. Then there is the Berserker Oaf, Hageshi. A chip for her could allow Kai to increase her muscle density for increased durability and more precise strength. The girl begins to laugh to herself as a screen focuses on Kyomu from the waist down.

She is beyond a perverse mindset as such irrelevant things never invade her psyche, no what she is observing is the muscular structure that allows the Bloodied Snake to move at such breakneck speeds. This too shall be thoroughly studied along with the other contestants, multiple chips will have to be made, however trying to use them all at once could cause her muscle fibers to self destruct. Or better yet she could bring about a new wave of more fearsome Mod Souls, ones that boast mirrored abilities of the strongest, or most interesting, fighters of the Gotei Thirteen.

Still laughing to herself about these new ideas, a rather intrusive sound tears its way through her ears.

BEep

BEep

BEep

”Annoyed!!”

She shouts with jubilant glee with a smile plastered on her face as the beeping continues. The video feed in her HUD isn’t interrupted as she begins watching it through a connection of her own, but they are all closed down to be recorded for later as the sound of Nyuraku’s voice grabs her attention.

"Oh my, is it that time already?"

As the man gets up and moves to another room obscured by walls. She stares in the direction of this room with a small smile on her face as the HUD in her right eye brings the Kenpachi games back up. She lets out an awkward, what can be considered “nerdy”, chuckle as she absorbs more information from the troglodytes competing. The screens are swiftly closed as if she were trying to hide her browser tabs from Nyuraku, who couldn’t see them anyway, as he reemerges with a pull along wagon. If she still had organic eyes they would light up along with her growing smile. Caught up in her excitement she was unmoving until Nyuraku turned to speak to her.

"There are minds that require stimulating, samples to be taken. COME KAI!"

”Yes Sir! Lets baffle their minds with our SCIENCE!”

And off she went, following behind Nyuraku with a lively pep in her step. Today has been a very fun day for her and it seems like it shall continue to be quite entertaining!

 

[WhitehairedShiro]

Bad Memories and Old Friends:

Location: Traveling from Squad 11 Headquarters to Squad 10 Senkaimon.

“Are your fucking kidding me?”

His slightly feminine voice echoed out as he spoke. His irritation started to overtake him as he stared at the note, he didn't want to have to walk to the 10th division, but he did really want to fight. Deciding he would rather walk than to miss out on a good fight, he took off towards the Squad 10 senkaimon. His brain began to lay before him the memories of fights he had. One began to inch towards the forefront of his mind. The first time he had ever encountered a hollow.


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50 years ago:

That day flashed horribly into Shiro’s mind. He was young, too young. He remembered how the hunger in his belly made him unable to move. The pain of starvation prevented him from even crawling.

“It hurts. It hurts…..”

His mind clouded by this pain that turned his limbs to lead and tore at his insides. This was the truest form of hell, all the while the smell of roasting meat wafting towards him as he laid on the ground, mixing with the iron and copper filled air of Zaraki. The perfected form of torture, giving him enough hope that he didn't want to give up his useless struggle, whilst still keeping it firmly out of his grasp.

“Heeeh…..eeleelllllll…. Heeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh”

He wanted to cry out for help, but his pleas turned to screams. He only knew one word the others spoke.. It had been the only one he had ever needed. The word that he would do anything for right now. He remembered walking up and yelling food to the old people in the market section as he held a sword over their stall. Always in the sheathe, and always holding it in the middle so as none could just take it, but none would ever see as threatening. That had been how he lived, Scavenging and eating.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH “

He cried out again as he tried to will himself forward. His face now covered in the tears of a child who was scared of death but could do nothing to stop the cruel hands of fate. He began to silently curse himself behind the tears of his pain and fear. He cursed himself for not being strong enough to stop the men who had stolen his dinner. He cursed himself for being so young he couldn't have even worked for the rotten scraps he had been getting the days before. He cursed himself for not being able to talk or even beg for help at that very moment. He cursed and cursed everything about himself as the tears choked him so that his sobs were audible. Now the world could watch him in his misery as he cried. He cried like a mother who had lost her first child as an infant, as a father who lost his eldest son before he had become a man, as a lover who had been widowed by the forces of nature that seemed to want to take him as well. He let out every bit of his pain as he stopped his futile movements. As his hot face cooled itself on his arms, already cold from death's slow embrace, he began to shake.

“Hey. Are you ok?”

The voice startled him, it was soft and full of kindness. The type of voice that would have, no should have, belonged to a princess from one of those fairy tales parents told their kids. Shiro tried to raise his head to look at the person. His eyes stung as the air free of his warm sorrow hit it, freezing and searing the lines his tears had left into his cheeks as he gazed in awe at the girl. She was slightly older than him but she was beautiful. Her strawberry blonde hair dyed a pale white and blue from the full moon that hung slightly above her like a halo. Her innocent emerald and white eyes, free of the pain in his, peering into his bloodshot red and blue of his.

“This is it. This is the angel who has come to guide me into the next life.”

He thought to himself, slightly stunned by her beauty. His stomach let out a loud and pained growl as he felt his body begin to naw at itself from the inside out. Shiro’s cries couldn't escape him however. He was still trying to catch his breath from seeing the angel in front of him. After he coughed the last of his tears out of his throat, he noticed the small cloth in front of him bearing a large strip of meat and a piece of steaming bread which looked as if it was just taken out of the oven. Despite being thirstier than ever after his tears, his mouth began to water, as if he was before a grand feast fit for a king of the richest of nations. He grabbed the cloth with his teeth and , using the last vestiges of strength he held, grabbed the meat with his mouth. As he tried to rip the meat apart with his teeth, he felt a tug on the other end. He saw the angel girl pulling on the meat he held. This must have been hers, but he was so hungry. He pulled on the bit in his mouth until it came free from the rest of the cooked haunch. Shiro chewed the meat as fast as he could. His mind clouded by the haze of hunger that had consumed him.

Gulping down the dry, salty, meat. Shiro found the haunch back in front of him. As he looked up he saw the angel smiling down at him.

“You can't eat it all at once. You’ll choke.”

She said as she helped him tear more meat off. After Shiro had chewed and swallowed the last bite of meat, The girl helped him into a sitting position before she put a jug to his lips. Before he could protest, the honey flavored liquid was flowing down his throat, Soothing the dry cracks that had formed days ago as well as washing down any bits of meat that had stuck to the inside of his mouth and throat. He gulped down more of the liquid, feeling stronger with every mouthful of it. The girl pulled away a few times so Shiro could catch his breath. Before he could finish it all, she fed him small tares of the bread. It was warm and soft, just like her hands. After eating the last of the bread, she gave him the rest of the liquid gold that seemed to fill him with life.

As the last drop touched his tongue, Shiro could finally think somewhat clearly. His body was still too weak and he knew he wouldn't be able to move until he had finished digesting his meal. As Shiro sat, propped against a box the girl had brought over, he began to study her. She ate a smaller portion of the same meal he had just finished, though she didn't seem to be all that hungry at the moment. Shiro’s stomach let out a greedy growl as he watched her. She giggled as he attempted to hide the fact he had been watching her.

“Still hungry huh? Welp here”

He could now smell the sweet scent of strawberries and honey as she sat next to him and fed him another strip of meat. He ate it before he could stop himself. His body was ravenous, though he knew eating too much might make him sick. He pulled away from the painfully tempting offering of more food. It felt like hours before she pulled it away from him and began to eat the small meal. Shiro forced himself not to watch her, knowing he couldn't refuse the offer a second time. A couple of minutes passed before he felt a weight on his arm. He looked down to see her laying her head on his shoulder and pulling herself closer to him.

“You're too cold to sleep by yourself.”

She reached into a bag before pulling out a blanket and covering both of them with it.

“Here we can share for tonight.”

She said as she returned her head onto his shoulders.

“You know you scare people a lot. Every time you come around, you either drag a body with you or else just have 80 swords you start handing out while screaming food over and over. Maybe next time try to say please and people will be more willing to help.”

She had finished with a small giggle as she moved closer to him. The smell of honey and strawberries filled his senses as he began to allow himself to drift off into the realm of dreams. That had been the first time he had met her. Yukino, his first friend, his first….. as Shiro thought about that word, his mind flashed forward to the sight of her bloody and mangled.

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In the present:

Shiro stopped as his mind started to replay this nightmare. He hated when this memory crept out in his waking moments. He was unable to stop the painful thoughts. Shiro shook his head as he tried to rid himself of these thoughts in his mind to no avail. It took him a moment to realize he had walked to the squad 10 senkaimon without realizing it. He felt the air warm up around him as he got ready. The horrible memory playing around in his head as he made his way to the world of the living.