[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Northwest Seireitei

[Shinigami]

Traveling from Rukongai; To Eleventh Division.
It was bold and with haste that Jinnosuke stopped by the gate guardian showing him proof of his identity and then disappearing in a shunpo to his barracks. LEaping bounds to get there naturally made his hair fall out of shape and let a few loose strands stick over his eyes. His sudden stop caused the ground to shake. He suddenly appeared near Hiroka, in some stance or pose. He wasn't sure he didn't care. Jinn sensed Omoni's reiatsu moving away at a reasonable speed and almost drowning hers, Nibui's? The pair together made Jinnosuke's brow raise.
" Hey, you! Where is Captain Hageshi going with that tree boy! " Jinno said while looking over to the male who was exuding his spiritual pressure. Hiroka's Spirit Pressure made Jinnosuke laugh; Jinno nearly roared as his chest puffed out.
" Cute, you might even be able to cut me. " Jinnosuke said as he lifted his massive blade over his shoulder. The chain from the handle left dragging around the ground with a few inches of it tucked under Jinnosuke's right foot. Jinno lowered the Zanpakuto on his shoulder; its wrappings exploded in a fluff of white confetti all around the pair of them, Jinnosuke being only five feet away; the next feeling was imminent.

Shinigami in the Northwest Seireitei and even a few divisions beyond would be met with a fatally familiar feeling. The Devil Jins reiatsu is flaring in his barracks once more. His glowing green eyes would meet Hiroka's, focusing on his every move.
" Now stop puffing your popcorn muscles and tell me where Omoni went, Or else. "
On the last word, Jinnosuke would clench his Zanpakuto; the well of energy grasping at everything nearby would crush down and send rocks scattering against the barracks and other bystanders of shinigami now nearly paralyzed and forced to witness what might happen next.

 

[Shinigami]

With the passing of each and every second, the mind of a reserved Shinigami blends and melds with that of a blood crazed spirit. While aware of this ongoing merge, Nibui, for the first time in many years is just fine with allowing it to continue, allowing the connection to grow and develop. And what allows Nibui to relax to such an extent? Omoni of course! His confidence in this newly promoted Captain leaves her opponent with a sense of assurance, after all, if he were to lose control as had happened before, who could be better to reign him in than a Captain? At this very moment, Nibui is both serious and excited, at least until the first of the two intrusions.
Had he not specifically commanded everyone to stay behind the line he made? Were they perhaps deaf? Surely there was a mistake, they must have misheard.
And then the die is cast. The moment in which Hiroka flares his Reiatsu to match the other two of the trio. What meets him in response to the spiking pressure is not an increase in pressure from Nibui or even a blade. Radiating in an almost palpable way, rage exudes from Nibui as his charcoal pupils narrow at the intruder. Something quite uncharacteristic for the ivory haired Shinigami. Bloodlust, unmatched by any other fill the surroundings, yet Nibui is not the sourc, rather it is something else's. Something far worse than anyone present.e. For that brief moment, it is as though Jubokko were about to lash out on it’s own, as if the gnarled Zanpakuto could embody it’s full-self and launch itself at the intruder, the tightening grip of the Shinigami as the only barrier between the tree spirit and the intruder.
And then it is over, the anger that Nibui first exhibited fading quickly, and with that so too does his Reiatsu, but the bloodlust that drives Jubokko instead finds another target. Like a masked angel, clad in black, crimson and purple, the messenger. Of clear mind once more, Nibui now gives his ear to the conversation in full as his breathing slows down along with the beating of his heart. If there is to be a messenger for a Captain, then the reason is likely to be necessary and vital.
”Captain Hageshi-”
For those who were previously unaware, now have a name to hold to their new Captain’s face. It also didn’t take too long before the Captain’s expression changes for the worse. In such a short time, the Agent and Hiroka had arrived, and Omoni’s demeanour soured as she grows annoyed with the interruptions.
”-you’ve been ordered to report to the meeting hall within the First Division. Such is the will and command of Captain Commander Kagayaki by way of our Captain.”
Just as swift as the messenger appeared, he left. Now the ball was in Omoni’s court. Either she chooses to ignore the message and delves into the midst of combat once more, reveling in the fight as she so enjoys. Or she can choose to obey and appear among her peers for the first time as a Captain. Initially there is a little worry that washes over Nibui, something he can’t help but think. In the end however, he has nothing to fear as the Captain swiftly makes her decision and not only in regards to the meeting.
“You heard em’ LT. Let’s go.”
It isn’t everyday that someone is given the title and responsibilities of being a Lieutenant in the Gotei Thirteen, and this much is shown on Nibui's face. As those words leave Omoni's lips, Nibui glances behind himself in search of said Lieutenant but eventually it dawns on him, the Captain’s focus is entirely upon him. This entire time, this was her goal and only now had it been heard clearly by Nibui. Her words previously dulled by the thrashing she'd delivered to the Shinigami left him in the dark, up until now.
" I suppose I have no choice. If someone doesn't guide you, I'm not sure you'll ever find your way."
Almost as if to mimic Omoni’s lack of words in her recruitment tactics, he accepts simply by falling into the role. The Zanpakuto in his clutches is dismissed and with that, the blood crazed spirit's presence is rubbed away from this moment. Soon after that, the 5 rings that once decorated one of Nibui's hands are once again placed on each digit. From there, he took off as Omoni's guide, whether she followed behind him and refrained from getting distracted, that was her own to decide.
Northwest Seireitei to Central Seireitei

 

[Shinigami]

The entirety of his time on the opposite side of the crevasse, his hand never left the sheath of his weapon. Despite being primarily left-handed, he kept his right hand upon it. It was completely within his skillset to execute an astonishing mastery of Iai with either hand. Even if it meant drawing it with an inverted grasp from his non-dominant hand. The monstrous pressure that polluted the barracks didn't really phase him at all. The worst situations never made him act in a state of panic. It wasn't that he was devoid of fear, for he didn't like to shed the concept, he just didn't let it derail him. His relationship with being unnerved was that the lack of such an emotion meant that overconfidence would set in and mistakes would be made. Though often being pushed into a disconcerting moment meant not his own desire to survive for his own wellbeing, but instead for the lives of others. He spent his life seeking strength and pushing the boundaries of his capabilities to achieve a place to protect his comrades. This resolve often presented as an unbridled rage that came into being for his past and present weaknesses. Maybe a day in which he proves to himself that he had reached his goal, that vexation would subside.
The male that stood with the presumed new Captain of the division had begun to exude a most defined malice. Or he at least assumed it was the man. This was likely on part to his own presence in the brawl that the two were previously participating in. He was aware of how annoying it was to interrupt such a thing but to project such spite was something he thought only he was capable of. It brought a slight smirk to his face that his intrusion brought that imposing reaction to the surface. Rather than giving birth to terror, the sensation of excitement over took him. Hiroka's previous interaction with the soldiers of the Ninth and Sixth had ended without satiating him, so this became an opportunity to remedy that.
His focus partly slipped as another presence joined the tense moment. Hiroka's glance magnetized to the soul that intruded just as he did. Jinnosuke. A familiar face as he was the Lieutenant that he was familiar with and someone he had crossed blades with alongside Shoumetsu. The fact that he had distracted him may had brought danger to him had it not been for the white-haired individual to trail behind the Captain.
"Hey, you! Where is Captain Hageshi going with that tree boy!"
Those words came with laughter and an elevation in his spiritual pressure, something that caused the half-blinded Shinigami to raise a brow.
"Cute, you might even be able to cut me."
It was not common knowledge that he had bound his full power behind a leeching patch. Not even to the members of the Eleventh. He rarely found the need to remove it when dealing with simple spars or the average confrontation. The day he truly needed to would mean that he had finally found someone worthy of his unbound fury. For now that has not been necessary. Hiroka felt no need to return the obvious flex of the other man's Reiatsu. Instead it drew out a subtle sigh from his lips. His interest was in clashing with the two unfamiliar souls not with Jinnosuke. A battle with unfamiliar combatants was way more exciting. Although Hiroka did not intend to fight him, he did not move his hand from his still bound Zanpakuto, just in the instance that an attack was launched.
"It looked as if they were summoned somewhere... at least the Captain was."
The Burst Prince's attention returned to where the duo had been and then back to Jinnosuke.
"I assume that tree boy, as you called him, was invited by her."
Hiroka's reply was simple and direct. From where he stood, the conversation had was not clearly heard, a precise response was unavailable to him. Observation and assumption held dominance in his answer. Had this Captain Hageshi abandoned the desire to bring Jinnosuke along with him in favor of her sparring partner? Or was this conclusion far off the course?
The shared gaze between Hiroka and Jinnosuke made him wonder if the green-eyed soul truly desired a conflict. He couldn't judge the man if that was the case, given his recent decision to do the same without invitation. The weight of Jinnosuke's Reiatsu did press against him but he did not let the slightest bit of concern taint his visage. Such hubris deserved no retort. Instead he broke the stare and looked beyond him. The other may see this as an act of being intimidating but it mattered not to him. At this point he wanted to just go and shed the head that still clung to his body from his previous bout.

 

[Shinigami]

Jinnossuke's body was slowly gouging in size as Hiroka looked around to respond. Jinno's focus was now the boy in front of him. Internally with enough sense, Hiroka might penetrate the veil of this Reiatsu currently consuming Jinnosuke.

"It looked as if they were summoned somewhere... at least the Captain was."
Jin watched Hiroka as he turned to and fro, looking around at the comings and goings, a busy day indeed. The boy Hiroka seemed unbothered that Jinnosuke was calling him out. Usually, it was their thing to be about fighting. Did they learn nothing from him in the last one hundred years? Why did everyone around here have to be so useless?
"I assume that tree boy, as you called him, was invited by her."
Words from the shinigami before him only made Jinnosuke's teeth clench. ' What kind of answer was that, and why did it seem he was distracted. Like I pose no threat. ' The second the boy's eyes would dart past Jinnosuke and look beyond him, His Zanpakutos chain would be at Hiroka's chest. The heavy bar end smashed into his chest. Jinnosuke's leg only took but a fraction of a second to go from still to swinging; his bones were crushed and forged to be beams of steel, propelled by his massive reiatsu now physically hulking around his leg and the chain length that ensued. This process, in turn, has made Jinnosuke incredibly flexible, able to bend and move with this force at much quicker and nimbler speeds.
Jinno's left hand resided in his pocket while the length of his sword was still over his shoulder held with his dominant right hand. His body was hiked up on his left leg now with a light lean in his posture to allow the striking portion to aim. With a minimal margin of error, Hiroka would be sent flying into the barracks weighted walls with broken ribs and a gaping hole in his right lung as the weight propels through the boy and into the stone wall behind him.
With a trustful kick, Jinno would rip the chain and weight back out of Hiroka, sending it flying around towards Jinno, catching it in his primary hand and lowering his massive blade.

" Better wake up kid, this is real! "
His voice would shout out over the barracks, the other useless seated shinigami either on their bellies or fleeing. There was no rhyme or reason for this attack, for that is what it was. No public denouncement of rank or challenge for so, Jinnosuke had finally returned to his roots.

 

[Shinigami]

Risk of Cremation
A nerve was struck. Something that was all too expected from the man he knew as the division's Lieutenant. His dismissal of the male was not from a place of naivety to his capabilities but instead something of disappointment. Not in Jinnosuke but that he had missed the opportunity to fight the Ninth's Lieutenant, the Eleventh's new Captain, and her companion. It wasn't every day that one got the chance to fight those that were completely a mystery. Certainly there would be more opportunities to do so but it still upset Hiroka that such beings were in his presence yet slipped through his fingers. Despite this feeling, he had not lost the preparation he had that was formerly to clash with the pair from before. His body was primed to handle whatever this volatile Shinigami had decided to do.
Jinnosuke wasted no time in attempting to escalate the situation. His assault had connected with Hiroka's figure or rather a shell of what it was. Reacting as if it truly was the actual body of the Burst Prince. It did not matter whether or not the former Lieutenant had come to realize this farce for in that same instance came the Fourth Seat's retaliation. Thick strands of white cloth fluttered through the air from all around Jinnosuke, quickly snapping inward, constricting the male with a force equivalent to an expertly executed binding spell. The specially crafted wrappings appeared to be nothing more than typical cloth but that assumption would be horribly wrong. They coiled themselves around his arms and extended leg before drawing them inward towards his torso. The Tendoriru o Tanoshimu (テンドリルを楽しむ, Reveling Tendrils) had drank in the spiritual energy of their master, furthering their sheer strength and durability. Even someone with considerable vigor could find liberation nigh impossible.
This action only occupied but a single hand to release the bindings from Hiroka's person, while the had drawn out Ikarihime from it's sheath in a flawless display of Iai.
"Bakuhatsu, Ikarihime...

Just as those words came from the Ikari's lips, so to came the thunderous presence of an explosion. Heat had coated the space behind Hiroka, consuming the space towards and beyond Jinnosuke. It's detonation taking hold of and affecting a vast space that only yielded just before it reached the still spectating members of the Eleventh. The burst was hungrily breaking apart and incinerating anything that dared to be within its mass. The ground had been cratered by the bombs remarkable will and the air expanded by the hellish heat and flames. While the smoke that remained after the blast had began to bestow the yard with a brilliant orange glow.
This assault was not what was used within the exchange at the Sixth. That was but a fragment of what Ikarihime could put out. This was an attack filled with the intent to completely render Jinnosuke incapacitated in a single strike. The explosion itself would break and burn his opponent without the slightest bit of mercy. The expanding flames chewing through flesh relentlessly. The concussive force digging itself into every muscle and bone in the male's body, ripping through the fibers and pulverizing the very bones that laid beneath.
Bound by the Tendoriru o Tanoshimu left Jinnosuke with no time to make a clear escape from the Zanpakuto's bellow. The bindings bathed in the torrid air and expressed their trait to be highly conductive, burrowing their way into him by searing tissue with a fierceness. Remaining in the blackened clouds would only further this process, as it contained thermal emissions just as fierce as the initial detonation. Hiroka held no mercy for the man who was so speedily trying to harm him. Any aggression he housed from having three worthy combatants slip away was now purely thrown at his current opposition. His resolve was to put this man in his place for expressing such pitiful arrogance.
Hiroka's Shunpo continued further beyond the blast site, his feet pivoting so he faced it once he had reached about a dozen meters out. Narrow strands of the lingering smoke pathed their way to the steel vessel within his grasp, leaving the weapon with a prominent silver shimmer. The moisture in the air around the blade was forced into the state of being a gas as a result. The steam flew off from the weapon that was soon drawn upwards towards the heavens. Basking Hiroka in it's warm embrace more and more with every second that passed. If Jinnosuke made an appearance from the remaining inferno, he'd fall victim to an erupting echo that was worse than the first explosion.