[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Southeast Seireitei

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The eyes upon her were to be expected- her ragged appearance of borrowed and tattered clothing, cloaked with a layer of sweat and dirt from her venture to and from Rukongai. The limp man in her arms, features not discernible beneath the shroud she covered him in. It was quite the sight to behold, especially for those who had no understanding of the mission they had been so hastily sent upon. It was clear the form was male, however it could only do to raise more questions as she had left the barracks with Yasu and Sakiko to begin with. It must have been quite the confounding sight though Kazumi would relieve none of them of their curiosity. More than the gazes so intrigued by the situation though was that of a single man who seemed to hold a glimmer of wonder. It appeared briefly he may approach her yet thought better of it and resumed some strange interaction with insects on the ground.
Light hues barely lifted, hardly acknowledging him though she did enough to make him aware of her knowing of not only his presence but his eyes upon her for a brief time. Despite this, even if he were to draw nearer he would find no answers from her tightly pressed lips. Her unchanging expression and rigid form did not waver the slightest for the uncertain amount of time she was dwelling where she had seated herself to await the Captain. This was quick to no longer be true as a voice began to emanate from the many devices around her. Belonging to the Third seat of Sixth Division, he gave his brief report and requests over and unthinkable scenario-the murder of multiple squad members in their very own barracks.
Though her face did not waver from its passive and patient gaze, her body instinctively moved closer to hear the report-leaning toward her right as the man asked for the assistance of particular squads in the matter. Not mentioned there was no reason for her to give it much more consideration, no action needed on her part. It was a strange thing, though, her mind running over possibilities and how such a thing could even happen. With the Captains seeming to still be focused within the meeting it seemed plausible for such an occurrence. Regardless, it wasn't her concern for now.
Little time passed before the sound came once more, this time a different voice. His words caused her to turn her head abruptly, facing the man who was now fast approaching.
"Miss Fujioka, a prisoner will be arriving at the Maggot's Nest shortly."
How could she approach this? Kyomu had still not arrived to the barracks to be given the report along with Yasu still not having returned either. Waiting to complete this order and allow the members stationed at the Maggot's Nest deal with the situation would be her usual consideration, though with Xialoin now locked within and with the escape of the prisoners so recently she couldn't consider the idea of letting them handle it alone. She supposed something as simple as overseeing the detention of a new prisoner along with checking the Third Seat's status would be a quick enough process that would allow her to return in time to greet Kyomu. Looking up to him from her seated spot she gave a simple nod.
"I will attend to this personally."
An affirmative reaction from him before spiriting away once more to whatever task he had been working on before he had received the call.
As if sensing the ability she were slowly gaining of making decisions more easily the world seemed intent on stopping her. A rumbling beneath her seated self, the ground began to shake before the rapidly growing Garganta came into view. Eyes setting upon it she stood, holding the body in her arms firm as her gaze wandered about the monstrous thing in a mixture of confusion and horror. This was no good....
It also appeared to be located near where she had left Yasu, her anxiety like claws tearing through her belly. Could she still not trust them alone? Would she be able to gain the Captain's permission for leaving where she ought to have been to arrive on the scene where not only a major threat was looming but the location of Yasu? Interrupting her racing thoughts, the voice of the very woman she had been worried for came to her ears. She recognized this spell, though she had never personally experienced it.
Gritting her teeth at the words the woman spoke, she knew she need to acted quickly. Yasu's voice would have reached the masses-she would not be alone for long. How to handle her failure to promptly give her report to Kyomu had to be pushed aside. There was no room for concerns of his anger with her. She would deal with the prisoner and make her way back to the Rukongai. It was the only logical movements. Looking to the man who had given extra interest to her arrival she wondered if he would make a move toward them as well, though said nothing to him before racing off toward the barracks. Her own room-still packed with the little time she had spent within since she had been preparing to leave.
Swallowing her emotions over that entire ordeal and shoving it behind her she lifted her leg to kick the bags off of her bed before carefully placing the man atop it. Now with free hands she dug into the nearest bag for her own phone to relay a message back to Sixth Division.
"Kazumi Fujioka of Squad Two will meet you at the entrance of the Maggot's Nest. Please proceed with the prisoner quickly to allow us to handle the current emergency situation."
This was all she had to say to them, placing the device in her sash as her hand passed along the hilt of her Zanpakuto. Reiatsu flaring briefly the sword practically vanished. Smooth metal coating the fingertips of her right hand she felt prepared to face whatever may come when faced with Xiaolin if he were to have awakened as well as what could be between her and her Lieutenant's position she made her way toward the Maggot's Nest.

Approaching fast she nearly slid to a stop, kicking up dirt near the guards to the entrance. Looking to them she gave a quick bow of greeting, hoping they had already begun their own preparations though not leaving such a thing to chance.
"Have the necessary staff prepared for an incoming prisoner."
"Ma'am!"
They began speaking indistinctly on their own phones, making contact with those below ground. Kazumi focused her attention instead on the place where they should arrive-the direction of Division Seven's barracks and the path they would most likely take. Perhaps this whole ordeal was connected with Xiaolin now that she considered it, driving her to order them to be kept apart. However this was less important to her than whatever was happening at the Garganta. Chewing at her lip as eyes darted from her one duty to the other, the faint clink of metal could be heard as her fingers nervously clicked her picks together. When would they be allowed to breathe?
It took little time for more guards to arrive at the entrance, though having departed from underground and greeting her as they crossed the threshold from the other side of the doors. A simple box with a label held by one, another with arms filled with white clothing. The second was meant to restrict his ability to use his reiryoku. He would be first be relieved of his Zanpakuto and then required to change into the special garments when he arrived. Now focusing her attention outward, her senses tuned in more with the reiastu in the area. Far as she could reach. Searching for anything out of place.

 

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“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 Denreishinki blared the message out, rattling with such virulence in his pocket it sounded almost threatening. Even despite his usually collected character, the combined urgency of the Vice Captain's cries and the sheer abruptness of the rattling frightened Ijoushi at first. In his short career he had yet to encounter an ordeal of serious emergency, let alone one of this caliber. But the influence of his old masters soon kicked in and he felt overtaken by a brutal sense of duty just seconds later, he let the words deepen in his mind and came to a swift realization. His sightseeing would have to wait.
He hadn't dealt with many hollows in his day, but had read probably more than any other officer of the Ninth about them. He was an aspiring scholar (or rather a craver of raw knowledge) in his youth, and could recall scouring any guides, textbooks, or general documents regarding the nature of his new realm; he was anxious and curious towards it and turned to information to satiate himself. And now, the information he had gathered so hastily seemed to churn in his mind, the message laying an eccentric fire to the archive that was his mind. He balled both fists, swayed hurriedly to correct his course, and started back down the road, his feet moving in a more animated, passionate fashion.
He remembered the spontaneity and raw resourcefulness of his late mentors. 'I'll need to use my knowledge, and that to perform well. I bet I can cast off my rust pretty quick, anyways!'
Southeast Seireitei ~------> 77th District, Eastern Rukongai ~------>

 

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Plucking, ripping, tearing. The actions of a deranged individual who wears the face of an innocent child. Crushing, prodding, maiming. The actions of a boy who cares not about the suffering of the life he holds in his hand. He observes and watches as his latest insect victim writhes on the ground hopeless and limbless. It tries desperately to get away from its torturer, with no means left to protect itself; it tries to escape, to at least survive and die in peace. It is pulled back against its will before it gets out of range of the monster’s reach. Just then, something takes his attention away from the helpless victim, a tremor in the ground one strong enough to break his focus. He looks up, turns his head to the right, then to the left. Was there some massive battle going on in the Seireitei that he knew nothing about? Impossible, his Division would have mobilized if that were the case. Others surely felt it and looked around to see if they could spot the disturbance in their immediate vicinity, in his current position he could not see the Garganta so he was ignorant of its existence until…
“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--”
The boy comes to life, a voice he knows very well reaches the dark confines of his mind stirring him into motion, causing him to stand to his feet and look around the courtyard. Her voice sounded panicked, the message was even cut off suddenly. What could be going on?
”Yasu…”
Monotone and robotic is his voice, there is an eerie calm to it as if he were reading the name off a list. He does not fear for his friend’s safety, he wasn’t raised to show or even have concern for other Shinigami, virtues that were further instilled into him by the Second Division. She is a strong warrior, it would be a slight against her to show concern since showing such emotion would mean he doubts her abilities as a warrior. That said, emotions are a hard thing to snuff out entirely, one can never truly be rid of emotion unless they were just born without it to begin with. While he does not show concern, he does wish for her safe return and nothing more. As a warrior that’s all he can do for a fellow comrade, the rest will fall into their hands to follow through with it. Not realizing it he had stood up and crushed the maimed praying mantis underfoot, the longer his thoughts lingered on the current subject the more pressure he applied onto the poor insect. Something then leaves the barracks, or rather, someone. One of the higher up officers he had seen arriving earlier, Kazumi Fujioka. His mind, body, and emotions stirred; he decided to race behind her to see where she was going, but not before stomping down on the bug again to ensure its demise. He has to be thorough when killing.
Silently, he races behind Kazumi following her to see what she is up to. This was not him spying, he needed to move to get his blood flowing and get his mind off the message that had gone through his head earlier. His Shunpo was silent, not a soul would be able to hear this young man gliding through the air as he tailed his higher up. The direction they were headed was familiar to the boy as it was for most of Second Division, Maggots Nest. A place where treacherous scum are placed, truly a den of maggots unfit to see the light of day. But all the same they should not be underestimated because even maggots eventually learn to fly. A lesson taught to him by his father regarding the subject of the infamous prison. He positions himself in a tree silently, the leaves barely rustle as if a light breeze had hit them, a sound that goes unnoticed to those in the area as light breezes and rustling leaves are the norm in Soul Society. By the time he does this is the same moment Kazumi comes sliding in kicking up dirt and such before bowing to the guards at the door.
"Have the necessary staff prepared for an incoming prisoner."
”Ma’am!”
The guards used their Denreishinki to start setting the orders in motion while Kazumi looked rather nervous. The clicking of her finger picks gave away that much. He could tell she was worried about Yasu. His eyes narrow, tilting his head in thought as a question boils up to the surface; where is Fifth Seat Sakiko Nakama? Is she too in the Rukongai with Yasu? This could be the reason why the blue haired Sixth Seat is in such a worried state. Not much time passed before the guards came out with special clothing in preparation for this prisoner. His superior would begin to sense her surroundings, this was an act unknown to him although he wasn’t exactly trying to hide. He continued to sit in the tree, watching her and the guards await their new prisoner. Kazumi will discover him in time and he’ll most likely get a stern talking to or perhaps an even worse punishment than that considering the boy had completely forgotten to bring his mask to conceal his identity. A rookie mistake for someone supposedly so well trained, perhaps it would be forgiven considering the eventful turn of events the day was starting to take.

 

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Northeast Seireitei ———————————— traveling to ———————————— Southeast Seireitei
The speed in which he travelled would have been alarming to the two young Shinigami who had come to assist in the detainment of a potential criminal. Actively staying just beyond them but not to leave so much space as to have an obvious chink in their formation. His jet black hair sailing through the wind as he progressed ever further to the Detention Unit. His mind was all over the place, but didn’t allow it to overpower the importance of the task at hand. His job was far from over, he still needed to confirm the culprit whom he had believed to already be in custody of the Sixth Division. Certain behaviours and actions have led to him being far too suspicious of the one he once called his friend. Would they be friends after this though? Would duty throw a wrench in the tapestry that had been built between the two Shinigami? Only Shusuke could really answer that, but he still bore a slight hesitancy to see this through and would resolve to find every ounce of evidence to either prove Enso’s innocence, or find the means necessary to fully convict him.
The black sock and sandals he wore made slight sounds as he vanished again in a flash, upon the rooftops he could see portions of the Seireitei, namely the strange occurrences taking place in the Rukongai. His eyes diverted slightly from his destination. Sounds emanating from the outskirts of the lower districts of violence and potential bloodshed. Screams could also be muffled underneath the superb amount of chaos that ensued from the initial area, this didn’t shake his bones. He’s heard and seen much worse, but the situation did call for certain concern which made him think back to the strange purple anomaly that took place near the Central area of the Seireitei headed for the Central Forty-Six council grounds at around the same time as the Garganta had opened. It took on the shape of a bolt and had a very set travel plan. This in mind allowed him to think about how the trial of Shobatsu Murasaki was going...would he be punished or convicted?
The scenery itself was starting to change, meaning that they were now nearing the entrance to the Nest. Trees can now be seen in the distance and the buildings themselves starting to thin and become more sparse, giving the scene a slightly rural feel. But it actually was still within the confines of the Second Divisions walls. The Unit was hidden underneath the barracks for security measures as they housed some of the most dangerous and feral souls in the Soul Society. He had served for some time in the unit as a mediator within the prison while still a member of the barracks. Ironically serving with the young current Lieutenant of the Division after sharing a mutual love for food. Fond memories of a much simpler time in his life. He would look back at the boys and Enso inspecting their faces to see if they were winded or growing tired, he hoped that rest was the last thing on their mind because the amount of work they needed to perform would now only grow upon dropping off their quarry. Enso in particular had been silent for the entirety of the journey, a formerly talkative and well-spoken Shinigami now quieted and silenced. A pattern that he had only seen in those on the chopping block where the law was concerned, once the feeling of insulation and protection washed away leaving him exposed to the naked truth of his very actions. He’d have a long time to think about coming clean, because there were still pieces of this story that still had yet to be discovered.
”Were nearing the Maggots Nest. I assume this is your first time here respectively so I’m going to go over a set of rules you’ll need to abide by; First, no Zanpakuto under any circumstance. Upon our arrival you are to remove Enso’s blade from his possession and hand it to the Detention Unit staff. Secondly, so long as we are here you will not utilize your own Zanpakuto out of courtesy. People within the unit take this shit very seriously so you better be paying attention at all times. Lastly, neither of you are to speak unless spoken to directly from an officer. Do I make myself clear?”
He spoke loud enough for the two to hear him no matter how far behind they were. He expected them to heed his words because there will not be a second chance for review, the hard part was now nearly behind them. Taking on a slow pace now, he slowly descends from the treeline to the ground now walking ever so calmly as if they hadn’t travelled the entire Seireitei to arrive here in an orderly fashion. The surroundings around him was a forest, with a chasm that ran perpendicular separating the forest and the lone black steel door with a small running river. Its sounds can be considered soothing as it is the last refreshing thing one would find after crossing the river. Flash stepping across seemingly in another blink Shusuke would reappear once again two feet from the entrance of the Maggots Nest, awaited by the black clad Onmitsukido members whose faces were shrouded with the similar aforementioned garb with a hint of mystery and darkness. Trying to make out who they were would’ve been pointless, as you’d sooner catch your death. He waited a few seconds before greeting himself to allow for his comrades to arrive with their latest apprehension, without looking at them or Enso, he would halt them just short of his own position with his left hand fully spread, allowing them space behind him. Taking his full focus to the door in front of him he began to speak on why he had arrived here.
”Shusuke Kiyoshi, Third seat of the Sixth Division. By now you must have been informed of my arrival from a superior. I have a potential suspect in a triple homicide situation that took place within the barracks of the Seventh Division. I was given word that our arrival was to be expected.”
He said bluntly. Time was of the essence for everyone, with the Rukongai in a state of emergency, three sudden deaths of young officers, ominous occurrences had taken place in the past few months breeding a well insecurity among the military power of the Soul Society. He hoped there wouldn’t be any further plague to haunt the streets of the Seireitei and if he could get one more dangerous element off of the street then things would be a lot less complicated going forward. Without waiting or hesitation he looked back at the two boys and nodded for them to drop Enso before the Onmitsukido guards to his knees. He hoped they’d remember to remove his sword from his sash if not otherwise he’d just do it himself. Simply waiting on the response and reaction from the faceless men, he would await the next steps in ensuring Enso’s certain imprisonment.

 

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Days, months, and even years passed. The treacherous and psychological scarring journey came to a screeching halt for the blue-haired Shinigami. Once he was free from certain shackles that bound him from normalcy for a soul he was simply reintroduced to the world he was aggressively stolen from. Voluntarily offering what he could to escape the hell bestowed upon him, he emerged as little more than a shell of his former self. Darkness nor light, happiness nor sadness, strength nor pain could be found in his eyes. The only concept that one could relate to was duty.
Zhou spent a majority of his time honing himself -- constantly keeping a brush of his skills and abilities. Whether it was being within his barrack, sitting with his legs crossed with his Zanpakutō across his lap, or honing his spiritual control, Zhou could be seen always making himself a better variant of what he was the previous day in some way, shape, or form. With a near unparalleled silence, Zhou potentially even caused discomfort with many of his cohorts. Trying to even get a conversation out of the soul was dreadful. With his entire being practically revolving around duty, his very concern for social instances are nonexistent. Instead, he is more robotic than humane. Answering various abstract questions with blunt answers without depth, one would find it difficult to approach this one with conversation. Although his social skills were definitely subpar to most, his overall skill in understanding others was sharpened to a high degree. Constantly, he tested his skill reading others, determining what someone might say or do before they actually performed said action. In his mind, this was his way of connecting to others -- by understanding and predicting them to an insanely scary degree. To some, the short soul might have stood out as a freak, even though he was currently the fourth seat in the second division, and honestly no one paid him too much mind. On the surface, he simply appeared to be the fellow that kept to himself and performed the duties that he was assigned with as much perfection as he could potentially muster. Today, the task he was assigned was of the utmost of importance -- and he was sure to kill absolutely anything that stood within his path.
Zhou stood there, only a mere 5’4” in comparison to his adversary. His empty hues were glued to the inside of the barracks. He stood there with his yellow rag in hand -- happening to be the exact same hue as his sash. Taking only a second, he placed the rag onto his shoulder as he moved forward, his eyes moving around the barrack as he eyed each and every sort of semblance of something that was misplaced or out of order. With the regular eye, one couldn’t spot what Zhou could. Despite the barrack looking tidy, Zhou could feel the dirt’s presence radiating throughout the entirety of the room. He could stand for it no longer. He reached into his Shihakuso, retrieving two yellow cloths as he closed his eyes. He placed one of the clothes against his face, tying up the cloth in the back so that it remained, as the other simply was tied on his head looking akin to a bandana. Once his “outfit” was deemed complete, Zhou retrieved the rag that he originally placed against his shoulder, clenching it within his hand as he moved to clean the very barracks until even wood shined whenever the sunlight graced it with it’s presence.