[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Southeast Seireitei

[BSD]

The tension was draining from his body, his voice growing weaker. As he reached this point she waved her hand, the man at the prisoner's feet immediately pulled away, giving her a glance in question. She gave a light nod, standing before the poor soul's dangling self as the weights were removed from his feet. Turning away she took hold of the chair and began dragging it back to where it had been before, sliding her foot across the floor as she did so, the edge of her foot bringing the case of her concoctions along with her. Looking up into his eyes she prepared to speak when the drip of red from his mouth that was inconsistent with what had happened to him thus far. Eyes wide her hand flashed forward, his barely parted teeth shoved open wide as she shoved her hand in his mouth. First, using her fingers to shove his tongue past his teeth and pushing down upon it before forming a fist. He'd resist naturally, teeth clamping down on the bare skin at the top and palm of her hand.
Turning to look at the man who was awaiting his next task, she gave a small jerk of her head toward the case, lips clearly but silently telling him pink. Soundlessly he nodded and retrieved it, and once he was again behind the man, he deftly pulled out the syringe and injected it. So subtly and surrounded by a mixture of pain and shock keeping him oblivious along with a perfect technique and he was finished. Soon, the man would feel the same effects as he had before, the pain easing off his body and giving way to an even more exaggerated dulling on his mind. However, his eyes would be drawn to her, his remaining focus intent on her every word.
Regardless of any effort he might make, the worst he'd be able to do in his current condition would be some wounds on her hand, though he would not be able to cause her much damage. Her eyes betrayed no pain as her fingers pressed down firmly on his tongue, the nature and location of the wound easy enough to prevent him from bleeding more. It would stop entirely in a short amount of time. That didn't matter, however. Now was the time. Her face had gone softer, revealing the more reasonable side of her, though leaving undertones of the vicious person who had been before him since she had entered the room. Her eyes leveled with his as she spoke, unsure of whether his gaze truly saw her or not but knowing she needed to drag him back to the present.
"I told you I would not allow you to die. Despite what you may think, this is not just for the purpose of gathering information. I don't want to."

"Your death here will accomplish nothing. We both wish for no more innocents to get harmed. We will win in the end. But you can ensure that both sides get what they want. Do you think attacks and all the sneaking around will ever give you or your people peace?"
Her teeth gnashed down for a moment, considering Second's current predicament. Though still standing by her Captain's decisions, it had cast a shadow across them all. Not involved in the situation at all, and yet she would, just as any other member of the squad, now be looked upon as a traitor.
"How many innocent people have you put in the line of fire at the expense of your cause? People who had nothing to do with anything on either side? I'm sure it's happened. I'm also sure you felt horribly about it. We feel the same way when an innocent soul under our protection is harmed as well. We are all the heroes of our own stories, but we can be the villain in someone else's. This doesn't have to go further. If you tell us who is involved, if they cooperate, we can end all of this. You won't be the last to be brought here. If you stay silent, your suffering was for nothing and will just be experienced by someone after you. End this. Tell me who is involved and where they are. All of you tell us what you want from us. This is the only way this will end without hundreds of souls being harmed. Do you understand?"
Each question she asked would give the man an almost unbearable urge to answer, the more she talked the more he would wish to speak to her. Or so she hoped. Hidden behind the drug he had been familiar with before, an experimental sort of 'truth serum' had been injected. She had made it on a whim, however she supposed the moment called for its potential, something like what she had made unable to take any effect on a shinigami. Or if it could, so little that it would be useless.
She tilted her head to the side slightly, her hand flattening somewhat in his mouth, relaxing from a fist and curling her fingers closely together. Her hand was gone from his mouth quickly, though she allowed his mouth to bit down or go slack on her knuckles as she pulled it out, though not permitting him to bite his tongue. She could only hope he was too listless now to attempt again or that this would work. Putting her hand down by her side, not shaking it in a disgusted way as she had reacted before. Clean hand reaching out, the man slid something into her palm. Eyes not moving from his she moved the item toward him, her voice softening a bit as she continued to speak.
"Who are you working with and where? What is it you're trying to accomplish?"
As she asked this her hand would begin moving about his, the soothing medication spreading across his flayed fingers, the soft bandages shielding the injuries. Finishing, she moved her hand away, still calmly asking and almost on a loop:
"Who do you work for and with? Where are they?

 

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Kazumi's cohort glances at the weakening prisoner, and notices the man's vigor begins to fade, quicker than predicted. He turns to face Kazumi herself, and sees that she too has taken notice of the same thing. A simple nod and casual wave of her hand signals the man to stop. He acknowledges the nonverbal command, and steps back after retrieving the weights. The prisoner still in his daze, unaware that his torture has momentary ended, body continuing to bite down upon the wiggling tongue. Where normally the pain of this act would return one to their senses, the man seems far removed from rational thinking at the moment.
Ears deaf to Kazumi's movements as she moves to retrieve a chair, supporting her concoctions previously displayed. She approaches the man and it is only then that she notices the reason for his weakening responses to the otherwise painful treatment. Her eyes widen, perhaps cursing her negligence, and springs into action hoping she wasn't too late.
She grips the man chin with one hand, the other forces its way into his mouth — his body far too weak at this point to offer any true resistance. Her hand at this moment serves not only as an impromptu bit, keeping the man from biting down on his tongue any further, but her fingers are now free to press against his tongue, examining the extent of the damage done. Even if she stopped him from ending his life, her actions would still be in vain if he was now no longer able to properly speak or form words.
Fingertips move carefully, ignoring the weak clamping of teeth against flesh, and she finds relief. Whatever damage dealt didn't seem to have reached a level where speech would be impeded.
Her head turns towards the subordinate, jerking her head towards the resting drugs near her. He takes notice of the gesture, glancing from the case back to Kazumi herself. Eyes follow movement of lips.
[P - I - N - K]
His gaze shoots back to the case, running over vial after vial before finally stopping on the one that resembled the mouthed colored. He retrieves the item and, in silent understanding maneuvers himself behind the still dazed prisoner. He scans the man's body, finds an exposed vein, and injects the syringe into it, slowly emptying the pink contents into the man's bloodstream. The whole process was rather quick, its speed and efficiency rivaling a member of the Fourth Division, a former member perhaps? Or simply a quick study.
The effects gradually surfaced, the man's sobriety returning to him, his body relieved of the seering pain. He blinks several times. He feels something foreign in his mouth, and finds it is a hand. Confusion clouds his eyes, the man recalling he was back home, with his friends, his neighbors...his family. He glances from left, then to the right before eyes fix themselves before him. His gaze meets that of Kazumi's — the memory of his torment returns to him like a flood. He leers towards the woman, despite the softening of her expression. She tried that look before with him, before turning towards the violence she subjected him to.
He would NOT be fooled
"I told you I would not allow you to die. Despite what you may think, this is not just for the purpose of gathering information. I don't want to."
If he could, he'd have scoffed at the last remark. If she was trying to convince him that she was a victim in all of this, she was failing.
"Your death here will accomplish nothing. We both wish for no more innocents to get harmed. We will win in the end. But you can ensure that both sides get what they want. Do you think attacks and all the sneaking around will ever give you or your people peace?"
Again, her words are met only with an icy gaze from her captive. He knows she speaks only lies, if anything his death will secure at least a bit more time for the others, and ensure the shinigami remained in the dark. True he did not wish for the death or harm of innocent blood, but since when has that stayed the hand of the Shinigami, who trampled over them, killed them, kidnapped them at their leisure. 'All for the sake of the Seireitei', the excuse used to justify every terrible act committed by the dogs of the Gotei 13. Despite all this, the man found a strange fog creeping into his mind, a slight echo to her words. He clenched his eyes shut for a moment or two, reopening them, hoping to rid his mind of the haze. Kazumi continues to speak.
"How many innocent people have you put in the line of fire at the expense of your cause? People who had nothing to do with anything on either side? I'm sure it's happened. I'm also sure you felt horribly about it. We feel the same way when an innocent soul under our protection is harmed as well. We are all the heroes of our own stories, but we can be the villain in someone else's. This doesn't have to go further. If you tell us who is involved, if they cooperate, we can end all of this. You won't be the last to be brought here. If you stay silent, your suffering was for nothing and will just be experienced by someone after you. End this. Tell me who is involved and where they are. All of you tell us what you want from us. This is the only way this will end without hundreds of souls being harmed. Do you understand?"
His vision blurred, before straightening, and then they blurred again. Kazumi felt further away, he heard her voice as if he was trapped underwater. Pupils began to dilate, his consciousness now adrift within the heavy veil of fog, his body...weightless. He saw small blinking lights, and then an array of colors, it was like gazing through a kaleidoscope. Unbeknownst to him, his head weakly nods at the last question posed by Kazumi.
She hesitates to withdraw her hand, but does so...carefully. If he were to attempt suicide again she would quickly intervene, but quickly finds that her concerns are thankfully unfounded. His jaw, weak. His mouth, now laxed, his pupils appearing to pulse, shrinking and expanding repeatedly. There was no telling how long the drug would last, how effective it would be, and what the long term effects would be on the subject. Now was the time to act.
"Who are you working with and where? What is it you're trying to accomplish?"
She asks in a gentle voice, her words dancing softly from one ear through the other, each word spoken stretched out within his mind.
"Who do you work for and with? Where are they?
She asks again, every word echoing in his mind before, becoming clear — and finally
He speaks
"Ehehe, we don't know who they are."
He laughs as he speaks, words muttered and mumbled. Its as if the man is trapped within a deep dream, speaking in his sleep. The drug has left him inebriated, and the words now unconsciously leave his lips.
"Large group of em, found em in North Rukongai, the Seventy Ninth District. Strong bunch too. AHAHAHAHA They said that..they said that they'd just escaped the hold of shinigami. Got free in all the commotion those months back."
He manages his words through his fit of laughter, wheezing as he attempts to suppress the fits of giggles and snickers attempting to break free from his weak willed hold.
"Told us they'd rather die then go back. We sympathized with them, snatched away for having done nothing but exist. We gave them shelter...they heard our trivial rants.... and promised us revenge for our suffering."
His voice shifts, growing noticeably dark, cold, remnants of his rage cackle like tongues of flame within his dazed eyes. He opens his mouth to continue, only to find his body violently jerking and convulsing. Eyes roll in the back of his head as he begins to spasm, foaming at the mouth. The sound of bones snapping echo within the cold dark chamber before the man's violent fit finally ends
Along with his life
"Lady Kazumi"

Throughout the entire interrogation, with every word spoken, every action taken, and even the arrival and the exit of the mysterious messenger, Musei the voiceless had been present. Fixed against the wall he observed Kazumi's performance, observed the mannerisms of her subject, and chooses only now to speak and make his presence known once more.
"A mysterious encounter, with an odd bunch of individuals with a grudge against the Seireitei...claiming to have escaped the hold of shinigami. Could he mean-"
His voice trails off, not bothering to finish the thought. He had heard the rumors before regarding Third Seat Xioalin, rumors recently confirmed to Kazumi from the messenger who descended from the ceiling. If what the deceased captive said could be trusted as true, then she should understand the implications of exactly what that could mean when pieced together with their Division's current predicament.
It is a revelation that if true...would be terrible news not only for their Division's already strained reputation, but for the safety of the Seireitei as well. Their division perceived as traitors, their Third Seat discovered AWOL, and now this.
When it rains, it pours.

 

[BSD]

Southwest ———————————— traveling to ———————————— Southeast
There was little time to waste. Every second passed was a second that her lieutenant and the others trapped inside were suffering. The ominous rumbling that came from inside was more than enough for her to kick it into high gear as she dashed along the rooftops with the Second Division in mind. Eventually, she came forth, panting at the speed of which she had to arrive in order to find her captain and deliver the news. While most would fear to poke the bear, even more, it had to be done, regardless of the consequences.
She burst through the barrack gates and startled those sweeping around the courtyard. She was on a mission and her deep purple orbs darted back and forth, skirting around in search of their captain in a frenzy. Those around her asked just what was going on and she hesitated, but it had to come out nonetheless.
“None of this leaves this division. Lieutenant Yūgure confronted Shirogane Kuchiki and was arrested for interfering with noble affairs, but things have gone awry. Her current situation is unknown, but it’s not looking well. We need to find Captain Mukuro to let him know.”
“C-captain Mukuro was summoned to test a new applicant. W-we don’t know whether he’s finished or not.”
Fuck…
Fuck!...
“FUCK!”
She ran her hands through her hair and hissed out strings of profanity…
“Find Fourth Seat Fujioka and tell her to wring out any information from the Kuchiki Matriarch, and to use any method necessary.” Just as they left, another group had gathered and she smoothed down her black locks, a hard glare pinned to the floor.
“The High Priestesses have issued an order on the arrest of any and all shinigami that dare to infiltrate the Sixth Division to be sent to the Maggot’s Nest immediately. There are several operatives waiting as we speak, but be prepared for retaliation. Everyone already sees us as traitors to the Soul Society. Handle them accordingly.” And they too, set off, spreading themselves far and wide in secret, each and every individual ready for casualties and others.
Meanwhile, she waited for her Captain, ready to deliver the news.

 

[BSD]

Now, what to do.... to break into the Second Division Barracks? No, that could be bad because of the consequences of such an act. So what else could he do? Maybe he could just knock the door and introduce himself to the people... Then again the thought of such psychotic killers answering his call, or even.... the Captain of the Nobrows—the Second Division himself. A gulp can be heard, with his typical frown in the presence of the civilians and shinigami passing the tiny stature. Stiff like a log. Still, he remembered the order—which is to compile pieces of information from what he can gather throughout his days before the next chapter is released. And so, a time limit is placed upon him by the unreasonable Captain. Then again, it is particularly his fault that the Ninth Division hasn't gathered enough info for a couple of weeks.
"E-Erm"
He paused. Stood in the middle of the street like a statue.
"Do I.... actually want to talk to the Second Division..."
Finding a reason to not be heading to a Lion's den.
"I can just make up stuff about Kyomu... Can't I?"
He laughed to himself as he continued to convince himself.
At the same time, the people around him would be baffled at the way Jiro spoke to himself out loud like an insane person.
"I can just say that there's some disease that Kyomu is afflicted with that cause baldness in the forehead area and so there are no eyebrows as a result."
Before he could even fully convince himself. Maho's voice resurfaced within the back of the head like an unwanted vermin.
"You're constant negligence might cost you a pinkie..."
Defeated. Soundly defeated by the words of the Big Boss. Jiro dropped his shoulders and head down the chest as he shook his head in disbelief. Just like that. I can't just slack around. He thought to himself as he proceeded to advance toward the street. However, this may change when he had a sudden realization; that he doesn't HAVE to enter the Barracks nor talk to a member of the Division if there weren't anyone around to keep themselves to their.... strange habits.

Confirmed by this, he could find himself climbing onto a pole that can be located in a particular area where he could see the barracks' inside at the highest meridian of the pole with his own eyes. Certainly, Maho won't blame him if the "stealthy" folks won't be talking to him. At the same time, his hand scurried into the pocket for a slightly damaged phone with a cracked screen, no doubt due to Jiro's clumsy hands, and proceeded to text the Ninth Division's private server for whoever was listening. His location and whereabouts are all available to those within the Ninth Division in case.
Unlucky Cat Today — Location: Second Division.
It seems like things are under lockdown...No scoop here.
At the same time, a small crack can be seen at the bottom of the pole due to the weight it couldn't support; Jiroshizo's. Surely enough he would have been aware of the small crack.... which is now expanding in size.
Right?
What could it mean for Jiro?
....
“None of this leaves this division. Lieutenant Yūgure confronted Shirogane Kuchiki and was arrested for interfering with noble affairs, but things have gone awry. Her current situation is unknown, but it’s not looking well. We need to find Captain Mukuro to let him know.”
Oh? Is something wrong with Yasu? He listened in to their conversation while recorded the scene with his slightly damaged phone. It is clear that the woman was loud and isn't something difficult to spy on. After all the entire scene was unfolded before his very eyes, much like a Sims game. Though, this would be more like a game of throne...
....
Unlucky Cat Today — Location: Second Division.
Wait, there's something. Apparently Yasu got into a fight with Shirogane and got arrested for noble affairs. Hmmm... This could be a good scoop—
....
“The High Priestesses have issued an order on the arrest of any and all shinigami that dare to infiltrate the Sixth Division to be sent to the Maggot’s Nest immediately. There are several operatives waiting as we speak, but be prepared for retali—"
Oooo. Even better... He was excited to relay what he heard from the member, with his thumb pressed against the on-screen keyboard. However, fate had something else in the place for just him...
....
Crack.
....

"E-EECK"
The sound coming from Jiro was muted but nevertheless he was surprised by the now-falling pole which would have him swing right into the center of the Barracks, however, due to his agility and reaction. He would immediately act on it and ran down the pole with such ease only for him to trip over at the end of the pole onto the street, face and all planted on the floor, at the same time, he quickly got up from the failure only for him to run away from the crime scene which he now is charged with public destruction. But that's for another day, with his speed and agility, it was no doubt easier to give no time for anyone to react to him and so they would assume for a time, it would have been an unstable object that all eventual fall.
Just where was he heading to?
Perhaps it would be the Sixth Division he so heard about. He also has an additional mission for himself; to find Yasu, one of his closest friends.
Will he finally find the truest scandal in his absurd adventures, seeking for the truth with journalism?
Will Ninth Division be charged with such damage?
Find out on the next episode of BSD.

 

[BSD]

The edge that returned to the prisoner's eyes was intriguing. As she continued on with her careful tone of voice and manner of speaking, awaiting to see how the man would respond. If he would respond. Each small twitch the man could possibly make would be memorized for her to write down later. He no longer seemed to pose any risk to himself, at least for the time being. If she were less emotionally stunted at the moment then perhaps she would have felt relief. Her hand crammed into his mouth was growing more unpleasant for the both of them. It was like watching a light come back to the man's eyes. Suddenly very aware of his surroundings and most importantly, of Kazumi and what she was doing. His glare showed no budging at all to what she was saying to him. She could only hope as she continued on with her questions, watching for any more changes to come over him.
When the prisoner's eyes began to shake, his pupils moving mere millimeters but showing as they lost focused and refocused. That was good. Also notable. Her hand carefully pulling from his mouth was risky, but she had erred on the side of at least allowing him a chance to speak as well as her superior speeds to stop another attempt. But she could feel it. Rising up, all the tension in the hot little room was at its peak. It was now or never that this would end. Her face remained calm, unable to feel the full immensity of the situation. She had died in life due to someone's whims, why should it not be the same here? There was no real fear in her of this possibility. Anything was possible, and there was nothing she could do about most of it.
Hand steadily at her side, raw from the man's teeth despite him giving her no struggle. Her questions continued, her volume so low it would be difficult for anyone else to hear what she was saying. His eyes gave a look that was glazed over but at the same time completely clear. Interesting. As he began to speak.... She faltered a moment, the side effects of the drug for just a few brief seconds taking priority over what he was saying. Without a change in appearance she geared herself to listen to the prisoner who was now telling her everything. Watching in awe as the man told her everything she had asked. She seemed herself to be in a trance along with him, the wonder in her eyes hiding just beneath the surface until the moment his sputtering became his last moments in this life.
"Lady Kazumi...."
The silent observer who now chose to speak up went unheard as Kazumi gathered her thoughts. She had done little in the respects of any large scale movements or missions within the squad so far, but his words stirred memories within her.

Quote: "Sir! We can't afford the risk of escorting the prisoners anywhere, I offer myself to stay and guard the prisoners while the members are relocated, sir."

Standing before the now dead man she looked over to her near silent companion of all this time, eyes wide. Hearing the words he spoke after she shook her head. Cursing herself. Cursing the missing Third Seat. The man who had brought her to this place didn't have to say another word. She knew what had happened. She was responsible for it. Without another word or any instruction toward the man who had helped her during the interrogation she set her eyes upon the man in the corner, rushing toward him thoughtlessly. Grabbing at his sleeve she pulled on it insistently before moving past him without a word. She trusted he would either follow behind or make the necessary reports. But what he did held little concern for her at the moment.

Shooting out of the area, up the winding steps with a speed acquired only by months of training and her complete state of panic she made her way to fresh air once more. Short lived. The brisk air moved about her, making more of a mess out of her appearance than she had been in before. When had she slept? What day was it, even? The woman inside that room as receded when the man had drawn his last painful breath. The panicky, ditzy failure of Second was back once more.
It seemed like forever and yet seconds before she reached the Maggot's Nest, breathless from her revelations as she brushed right past the main guards posted outside and advanced right in, eyes searching for who would be considered the "leader" at this moment. Head guard, whatever his title might be. Is that even a thing?
"Xiaolin,"
She blurted this at the guard without thinking. Taking a moment to compose herself she took a deep breath, bent over at her waist as she caught her breath and looked up at the man again.
"I mean...I meant.. I need a prisoner log and your most recent counts."
The man had a look about him as if he were about to argue, but perhaps had recognized her status above him or perhaps had ideas of his own and left briefly for what she sought. Bringing back hand written logs detailing their current prisoner toll along with names, offenses and sentences if they had received them yet. She flipped through them, scouring the pages for a hint that would prove her right. The man had only brought reports for the last month and she beckoned him once more for the reports from three to four months ago. He seemed a bit irked by this but complied, bringing logs for those dates as well. It took very little searching to find what she was after, tossing the logs at the man's feet angrily.
"Who's in charge of your book keeping here? How did you not see this?"
Running her hands down her face in frustration she turned away, hearing the man behind her cautiously picking up the thrown books. She couldn't be sure of the precise number but she had been right both times. There were definitely prisoners missing from the Maggot's Nest. Trying to steady her breathing she considered how to proceed. This was way above her head but with all three of those ahead of her in rank being missing left her squirming. She had to make some sort of decision until she could contact the Captain or their Second again. For now....
"Send out search parties...." Moving back toward the front she considered what she knew of the man and what he had said. Grabbing a map from what could only be considered their "intake" area and where they kept their records, the guards watched her with uncertain eyes as she searched for the paper and then a pen. Tapping it on her lip she circled North Rukongai, the Seventy Ninth District. "...here. Send men to this area to search for them. Quietly.
Emphasis on her last word her eyes looked up to those that surrounded her as she spoke. She gave them an expectant look before someone finally moved into action, taking her message to the proper parties that would launch the search. I need to go too... Nails digging into her palms she stood in yet another deep and dank prison, wondering how to approach this next.