[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northwest Seireitei

[Shinigami]

Tipping Point!
The crimson that lingers in the air, aiming to meet the floor is instead scattered furiously throughout the room. The fiery azure reiatsu of Omoni Hageshi disturbing their peaceful journey. Powerful, chaotic, impressive. These are all attributes given to the Reiatsu produced by this Captain, this much is true and with no soul to question it. The intense fury of Hageshi given form terrorizes not only the room the two now stand in but the division they reside within, the destruction that Nibui had indirectly stopped is brought about in another form.
Where Reiatsu attempts to halt the travels of Jubokko, it is instead cleaved through and the thirsty blade finds its mark. The blood that should spill is instead drawn into and becomes sustenance for the blade. Unfortunately however, that same blade is dulled, not by any fault of its own, but rather the wielder. The source of blood for Jubokko is miniscule indeed and with that, a disappointment for the spirit of the Zanpakuto. To Nibui, it is more of a disappointment.
Disappointment is washed out of his system in an instant, drowned out by a flash of pain and a blurring of vision as the Captain’s forehead meets his own. With that impact, each and every sense is rattled and shocked as his brain acts like a ping pong ball against his skull. As his ears ring and his vision blurs heavily, he fails to notice the blood that now pours from his head and the sensation of a fracture running along his skull as well. Of course, he would have no time to notice as the ogress toyed with his body like a bored toddler. Each slam into the shattering floor below robbed him of consciousness briefly before blinking back into that same blurred world once more, only to receive the same fate as before. Each collision with the flooring built upon the damage that his body sustains. With his Reiatsu unfocused and no effort available to dampen the damage, he simply relies on what natural fortitude his body holds. There is no comparison between these two but still, his body did not allow life to slip away.
RIIIIIIIIIIIIP!
Finally his limp body finds freedom from the clutches of Omoni, though not for any pleasant reason. The screams of the Captain are heard, but without clear definition to them. He'd lost sensation in his arm but thinks little of it. In this dulled world, he brings himself to be seated against the wall. His motions are messy in what seems like a drunken stupor and eventually his senses begin to return. Although, it is not delicate nor soft like waking up in the morning. His brain finally makes note of the missing arm as he spots it with cleared vision. A white hot pain sears itself into his body. There was no clean cut like the phantom delivered, instead it is a rough and stressed ripping of flesh. There is no scream, he simply stifles what sound he might make, gritting his teeth forcefully. Past what pain wracks him, he speaks out towards the Ogress who had finished her screaming and roaring at this point.
"Even after all..." A hiss of pain interrupts him. "You're still so loud..."
As he speaks, he steadily brings himself to his feet, not ignorant of his wounds but doing his best to push through what he can. A hand reaches down to pluck the Zanpakuto from his own limp hand, wielding it now in but a single hand. In truth, the circumstances from an outsider's perspective are gravely dire, yet, this is not so in Nibui's head. Soon he steadies himself. Stood in a steadily growing pool of his own blood, a subtle smirk curls along the edges of Nibui’s lips and in that moment, the results and reality of Omoni’s actions come to fruition. As Nibui Ueki stands, as his hand tightly grips Jubokko, as the blood gathers beneath, a thunderous clap rings out through the division and with that, the very foundations of the building they reside in begins to crumble, shattering piece by piece, those pieces themselves breaking down rapidly to no more than pebbles and dust. A crimson storm chokes out the surroundings in their entirety and while Nibui stands there, battered and terribly wounded, unreasonably, he stands reinvigorated. The actions of the Captain had brought this sight into existence. Either the Captain would bring about her own grievous wounds or perhaps the damage she had inflicted was already enough to invalidate the issue she had brought to the forefront of this conflict.

 

[Shinigami]

“Aw, Hell…”
"Even after all..."
Omoni perked up once Nibui managed to hiss some words. Some of her was paying them mind but the other had noticed that unfortunately it appeared she’d gone too far. Again. Damned it all, she’d gotten way too excited and gone and torn the man’s arm clean off! Although Nibui’s reiatsu began to churn and swell, that woman turned away from the fight. During the building’s collapse and amongst the carnage those who had gathered to watch the fight could not take their eyes away.
"You're still so loud..."
“Pulverize and Purify, Namakizu.”
In a ball of blue flame the club came to life and rested gently on her shoulders. To some discerning stares it may have looked like Ueki was proving to be so much of a threat that their Captain was pushed to releasing her shikai. This might have been true had he been facing any other division leader but the actuality of the situation was that speaking her Zanpakuto’s shikai into existence was more of a requirement than a resort.
“ NIBUI!!! FIGHT HARD! C’MON MAN!”
“ What’s she thinking?! END HIM!!”
The mere thought that they were beginning to witness the expansion of their former lieutenant Ueki’s volatile spiritual power past what any of them had seen before was drawing them closer by the elated droves. Not afraid of a storm, half the pack grinned and cheered the two on. Some called for Nibui to rally, others shouted for their captain to finish him but as soon as their crowing began it was silenced. Overthrown by her own call and this time it was to them.
“ I need twenty a’ ya ta’ fight me. Now!”
There were a couple of discombobulated expressions shared amongst the group but most of them recalled that this wasn’t the first time Omoni asked this of them. A lot of time had passed without her at the helm but most of them remembered that she was not only a terrifyingly formidable fighter. Captain Omoni Hageshi was without a doubt one of the best healers in the soul society, who’s ability greatly relied on the damage that she could deal on the field of battle to restore her allies. A cherished pastime, it wasn’t uncommon for the monstress to call upon her ranks to do a bit of training while she was in thralls with an enemy. For as she fought crowds of her men and women, Namakizu absorbed the harm so that it could later be changed to good and resulted in a team at her back that never tired, never faltered and never fell. It also became clear to them that Nibui was not brought here to be punished for the slight they thought Omoni had perceived. He wasn’t fodder for her to beat around for cruel fun, that simply wasn’t Omoni’s style. Whatever was going on was important to their Captain. Enthusiastically, they leapt at the chance to clash steel with their leader that’d invited them into the fray while simultaneously aiding her efforts to clean up the mess she’d made.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Together, the herd charged her and together they were knocked away suffering strikes to their heads and arms. One after the other they fell to the ground, rolled a few feet and jumped back up to continue their attack indicating the head wounds being dealt weren’t as detrimental as the one Nibui had sustained being that they were able to shake off their injuries quickly. From fractured wrists to broken arms the mass kept pushing, aiming to get to the center point where Hageshi danced. Reiatsu roared back at his and contested it while protecting her with it’s compact density. Her reflexes had the beast focused on every inch of her surroundings ready to react at a second’s notice. Her footwork kept her on her toes stepping left, right, forward and back. Her partner twirled beside her using it’s malleable spines to madly whip around sending the men that got too close flying with a good slam. In totality she made quick work of each of them. Like a ship's flag her white haori flashed about making her easy to spot. At first glance these parries may have been considered wild and without marks when in reality Namakizu’s tendrils had specific targets they made their objectives. The skull and the arms. Having had enough, the pack died down returning to their spots where they had been watching where they could nurse their afflictions. Not one able to land a blow.
“ Oi, Ueki! Putchya’ arm back on so we can keep talkin’!”
SLAM

In a great gesture, Omoni slammed Namakizu into the earth letting loose a huge pulse of spiritual energy that only Nibui could have felt. Instead of the harshness he’d experienced thus far in their battle, something soft and cool greeted him. It was a relief from stress, pain and injury altogether even making up for loss of blood. On the ground his dismembered arm began to shine blue, its traumatized hue suddenly gaining a healthy glow. He needed only to pick it up and place it back where it belonged to regain complete control over the limb once more. If he was able to, he’d also notice his searing headache disappeared without a trace.
" Ya' still gotta gimme ya' answer!"
Now, in order to do this Omoni had no choice but to turn her back to Nibui so that she could face the audience of fighters she’d united against her in order to serve her purpose. This would provide him with ample opportunity to join the group and by extension attempt to overcome her that way. What would her old friend choose to do? Would he be able to remain sound minded long enough to realize what she was trying to do for him or would he seize the moment and assault her while she wasn’t looking? Hageshi didn’t want to fight Ueki while he was disabled. There was no apology for ripping him apart, no remorse about shattering his skull and no sign she was going to quiet down. A true connoisseur of onslaught...the Captain would fight him at his best or not at all.

 

[Shinigami]

Starting Over
The destruction of the room the two stand in leads to the gathering of a crowd. Each soul takes their own pick and preference in who they support, voicing such opinions with pride! The loud and boisterous voices of the shinigami fall on deaf ears for Nibui, his focus is entirely set upon the woman in front of him and her actions. The damage sustained and the continuous loss of blood is something that would dictate the flow and result of this confrontation, they would, if Omoni’s next actions were a mirage. The moment in which those distinct words leave Omoni’s lips, Nibui is well aware of what is to come.
”Pulverize and Purify, Namakizu.
As the blue flame of Omoni’s Reiatsu flares up in the release of her Shikai, he stands unmoved, however. His expectations of the fight grow a little darker, a reflection of his past doubts begin to creep back in and simultaneously, another voice begins to slip into his head, inaudible whispers, distant screams and screeches, laughter. All of this is blasted away with the next few words that the Captain speaks, replaced instead by confusion.
“I need twenty a’ ya ta’ fight me. Now!”
Beyond the pained expression and the blank mask that he wears, another emotion makes itself seen. For a moment, his mouth is left agape as he listens and watches as a crowd of shinigami take up arms after a brief confusion. Surely she wasn’t trying to prove something, surely she wasn’t trying to insult the Shinigami she had invited over? These thoughts run through his mind for only a little as he watches on, then it clicks. As Shinigami are knocked aside and thrown skyward with each impact of Namakizu, both the knowledge of that Shikai and the familiarity of the Shinigami wielding it return. A little bit late, he receives his confirmation in the words and actions of Omoni.
“Oi, Ueki! Putchya’ arm back on so we can keep talkin’!”
As though the Captain held sway of the fear of pain itself, what pain he felt fled his system immediately as the Captain worked her magic. His eyes tilt down towards the limp arm that now glows in that familiar azure hue. If he was anyone else, he might think this as an act of pity, an insult, and briefly he believed her actions were exactly that. This meeting however serves to allow both Shinigami to speak and reconvene without unnecessary words. At this point, they could be silent and speak simply through actions, this of course is the way of the Eleventh.
SHHNK!
The sound of his blade embedding itself into the shattered floor beneath is unlikely to be audible to Omoni but in the case that she did hear his actions, she would be left with a few thoughts, had he given up, or had he taken her up on her grand gesture. Squatting down, a warm hand reaches for his own limp arm and holds it momentarily, that empty hand pointed towards the floor and then an unfamiliar sound rings out.
Clink... Clink.. Clink. Clink, clink.
One after another, five of the ten onyx seals that were once worn fall from the limp hand and onto the floor below. It is an odd sensation to reattach one's own limb simply by placing it back to it’s home but he does as is necessary and pulls his arm back to himself. With the restorative properties imbued by Omoni, it is a flawless process and the limb soon becomes his own once more as he clenches his fingers into a fist tightly. Before standing, he scoops the rings up and pockets them, they are still necessary. Standing to his feet once more, he pulls Jubokko from the floor and his eyes return towards Omoni once more, still she hadn’t turned back to him, did the Ogress really desire to test whether or not he would stab her in the back. She should know better at this point.
"Ya' still gotta gimme ya' answer!"
Those words reach his ears but in his previously groggy and dulled state, he failed to hear exactly what she wanted an answer to, in turn he remains silent and allows his actions to speak for him once more. Step by step he makes his way over in her direction. She could choose to believe what she wanted in this moment, either she’d turn to face him in suspect or she’d trust him. Eventually, his steps bring him into the Captain’s peripheral view and he steps out in front of her once more, putting roughly two yards between the two. As he stands facing the Captain now, behind him an immense chasm splits the earth between himself and the crowd that the Captain addressed previously. The earth was not splitting itself, no, this wound on the earth is far too clean of a groove to be natural. His eyes focus up on the taller Shinigami’s eyes and they do not shift beyond her gaze.
”No one is to step beyond that boundary.”
It is obvious that these words are not for Hageshi but instead for the rowdy gathering. They do not leave his lips as a threat, nor a warning, but as a command.

 

[Shinigami]

Southwest Seireitei ———————————— traveling to ———————————— Northwest Seireitei
Finding himself to always be in a haste as of late, he once again noticing himself stepping in for his Captain as she was currently indisposed within the confines of the Central Seireitei. It had indeed been some time since he had seen her, quite secretive and erratic in her overall behaviour, she always did have a reason behind her seemingly chaotic plans and ideas. That was the type of woman she was, creative and a forward thinker who is able to see a bird’s eye view of a situation as well as looking at others in parts. He scrolled through his phone as he travelled through the familiar roads and alleys he had taken to get to the Hakutōmon in a timely manner. Even ironically, after even utilizing many Shunpo techniques and performing potentially over five thousand steps within the several minute time frame of that fated spar, his stamina had only now began to become uncorked. Still able to maintain this level of speed, he was interested to see how long he could push himself to his limits.
Seeing the alerts and notifications from the Seventh Division, it would have appeared as though the Captain of the Seventh Division had passed away. Rather unmoved by the news, he knew it would be a terrible loss for the Seventh Division but also the Gotei 13 as a whole, losing an entire military power. Beyond that, Shusuke’s thoughts of the late Captain were small and unimpressive which were ironically also the same words he’d use to describe Itsuki Asakura. A man who claimed to be an intelligent Spirit Detective, never seemed to strike Shusuke as a mind who was curious about matters that were grey. Never even so much as him weather the fog of unease that befalls a crime scene nor situation of great importance. However, in spite of that view of the Captain, he still wouldn’t have wished death upon a capable officer.
Although his speed was alarming and the lack of drop off in his steps was incredible, Uzu still struggled to find himself catching up to his Second-in-Command. Either out of breath from running to go retrieve him from the Sixth Division prior, or from trying to keep up with the Lieutenant himself. Regardless, he was becoming exhausted! Starting to lose his footing on the shingles of the roof tiles with every step he made. Until he finally had fallen off one of the walls and crashed into the streets below them with a mighty thud. Finally snapping the Kiyoshi out of the fixation of catching up on his phone, then rapidly appearing before his fallen subordinate. His face looked unimpressed but it was really him holding back certain laughter as the boy genuinely looked hilarious. He soon helped him up to his feet and brushed the dust out of his raven colored hair. Shusuke wasn’t only just a babysitter for his Captain, but for his entire Division. Without haste, they soon would reach the Western Gate. Already downed as Zen’no himself kept the Seventh Division at bay awaiting the arrival of his superior, on a normal day it would be Yasu Yugure, but today it was Shusuke Kiyoshi. Their arrival would come as a surprise to both Lieutenant Atsuko and her subordinate, Signy Hoshi. Both strikingly attractive women, and respectable officers in their own right. It would appear as though they were involved in a strange occurrence, which also included the death of a Captain. The last time this took place was when Maho Kojima overstepped his boundaries within the walls of the First Division barracks, where he would also untimely meet his end at the hands of their Scorpion. While that was no mystery, the killer who managed to best Asakura in battle must’ve been some threat indeed.
The smoke clad Lieutenant appeared swiftly to the entrance of the gate all the while Signy was concerned for the safety of the squad member they had left behind to continue a further investigation. Whether or not she’d be startled by his sudden arrival would be neither here nor there, billowing right next to the leg of the giant of Kaminari. He had also left behind Uzu to secure the gate should anything go wrong but this was the least of his concerns, only merely a precaution. Zen’no had awaited his Lieutenant for confirmation of access into the Seireitei. His purple globes would meet Signy’s, nodding in respect but in silence. Then looked to Lieutenant Atsuko, whom he had met in passing but never had a formal conversation with. Saying even less to her the scene itself was quiet and suspenseful, as he walked over to Atsuko to investigate the remains. Taking a keen look at the late Captain’s body, lifting and sifting through the remains as if he were some dead animal, his face bore no expression and his eyes were listless, he had not a single ounce of compassion for this man but he still had to perform his duty. The giant kneeled upon the arrival of the Lieutenant, with his knees coming down to a mighty crash against the ground.
The Kiyoshi Lord looked rather unprofessional as he had left his white cloak within his barracks for the time being and had shed his Lieutenants badge in the skirmish back at sixth, revealing his various arm tattoos and muscular physique. As always however, his hair was naturally unkempt.
Out of habit it was in his nature as a former detective to examine the bodies of murdered victims, this situation was no different as Shusuke had seen more than his fair share of deaths, murders and all of the like. It would only occur to him to thoroughly look at it, seeing the anguish and despair within the eyes of the lieutenant, even if only at a glance. He saw her every thought and fear, the rage and want for revenge. It all took root within her eyes. He had little issue in letting them in but it was too much in his nature to ask questions about what they had seen while out looking for their Captain.
“Excuse me Lieutenant Atsuko, while I acknowledge your request to re-enter the Seireitei, It would be without my due diligence to ask you what you saw out there? While I cannot say for his internals, did you properly examine your Captain for a potential cause of death? Are you confident that it is even him at all?”
He posed these questions to the Seventh Division to properly gauge their response and to also get a clear understanding of what they experienced. In his line of work, people go missing all the time, and along with that there are deaths. The two can easily go hand in hand given the motive of whosoever is out there, but it were the motives of Itsuki that concerned Shusuke before his untimely death. What was he up to in the Rukongai, and what attention did he attract to himself to get killed with no traces of exerted reiryoku from either of his vents. There certainly was indeed a mystery and potentially a conspiracy taking place.

 

[Shinigami]

“ No one is to step beyond that boundary.”
“ Didn’t ya’ hear me the first time?”
The casm deliberately split the earth resulting in the crowd of spectator’s reluctant retreat to a safer distance where all eyes could remain plastered on the scene before them. For the remainder of the encounter this is where they would remain. Omoni’s stern leer followed Nibui up until the point that he’d approached her and made his stand not for fear of a stab in the back but as a rare show of respect when in most cases she’d probably have ignored any other opponent. The removal of the rings was not lost on Hageshi either as she had watched him drop each one. With every clink they made hitting the floor, her anticipation swelled. The both of them knew one another better than they’d have preferred from their mannerisms to the intricate details pertaining to their Zanpakuto. It would be obvious to that woman just what it meant for him to part with his rings that’d effectively suppressed a good percentage of his reiatsu. Whether it was enough for her was yet to be seen.
“ You’re my LT!”
Making no move to further the carnage, Omoni spoke to Nibui energetically. In the wake of it all, initially this was intended to be a conversation and thus far that hadn’t changed. The Captain still wanted to chop it up with her cherished friend and now that she’d gotten his full attention they had a lot to talk about.

“ N’ if I’m wrong...I’m gonna make me right!”
As per usual, she wasn’t the best with her words but the message was still there and crystal clear. Within the confines of her mind Omoni had come to a conclusion and nothing and no one could hope to change it at this point. Nevermind he belonged to a completely different division or that he hadn’t been a member of the eleventh for some time. All of those were technicalities to the Oni Queen. She was as stubborn as a bull crossed with a mule and when the monstress wanted something, it was unlikely she didn’t get it. Still, Omoni made no attempt to attack at this junction and by the looks of things it appeared she was going to allow Ueki to determine his next course of action.