[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Southeast Seireitei

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”What is that? Poison?”
Defiant to the end, she thinks she will get out of this situation with that same attitude but she is up against a master of breaking the determined, replacing fiery spirits with hopelessness. He continues to smile at her, unaffected by her assumption of the drink and out of the blue he splashes the drink in her face. It gets into her eyes and possibly into her mouth as well, however this drink doesn’t need to be directly ingested to activate. His smile fades back to his neutral frown as he turns away from her, placing the cup upside down on the table and grabbing a bowl this time to prepare his next concoction.
”Watch her, make sure she doesn’t die. However, let her get close to it.”
A Girl Suffers
The disfigured man walks over to Himari and begins to look at her directly now, observing the effects of the poison that was splashed onto her. At first she is fine, it seems to just be an ordinary drink until her vision suddenly goes dark. She may yell about what is happening but shortly after her hearing vanishes as well, feeling as if something were stuffed in her ears. Sense of feeling leaves her next, her entire body going numb, unable to know if she is moving forward or if she is moving at all. Next comes the bad part, whatever nice meal she had that day at 5th Division is regurgitated. Though she has no idea she is throwing up, without a sense of feeling the bile rises, fills her mouth and falls out without any resistance. Ochistuki turns around when he hears the bile hitting the ground, walking over to her and forcing open her eyelid to get a good look at her red eye.
”It’s taking effect quite well. Even after your stomach has expelled its contents without you knowing you’ll continue to try and hurl something. Without knowing you will continue to dry heave so frequently that your lungs will be unable to fill with oxygen. Your upper respiratory system will collapse and crush itself with your own muscles. But I guess you can't hear a word I’m saying by now. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!”
His outburst of laughter comes so suddenly after speaking in a monotone voice, so eerie and out of place. He lets go of her eyelid and shoves her to the ground. He returns to his workstation and continues the next “treat” for the blue haired woman. Moments ago she stood so tall, so defiant and now she is covered in her own vomit and helpless. Her throat could easily be slit right now but she must live on for those are the Captain’s orders. The disfigured man stands over her, watching her suffer not offering an ounce of help. How helpless it must be, how horrible it must feel to suffer, unable to see, hear,, feel or breath all while no one offers help or an olive branch. The sound of her dry heaving is al lthat is heard in this room of torture until.
CRACK!
The sound of cracking ribs echoes in the room. Ochi stops what he is doing, looks to his helper and motions for him to help the girl. He drops to a knee and begins to perform Kaido on her, healing her ribs and curing the poison from her body. Slowly her sense of feeling comes back, her ears open up to hear the world around her and dim light pierces the darkness, allowing her to see again. Soon as she regains control over her body Ochitsuki walks over with a bowl in hand, a red liquid swirls in the bowl with no discernible smell. He crouches down and holds it up to her face.
”Drink this.”

 

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She stared back at him. Half shocked that she said anything at all. Half glad she spoke back to him with some ounce of confidence. She didn’t want to be seen as a frail girl who was just a simple punching bag. She wanted to be seen as someone who could take it. Even when she knew deep down she couldn’t.
So she stared at the unmoving man before her. His smile is not moving. He wasn’t moving at all. Not even a blink. It scared her to no end. This man wasn’t normal. Not one bit. And she didn’t want to turn into a monster like this. A monster. And nothing else.
SPLASH!
As her thoughts were instantly forgotten as suddenly the contents from the cup he held before her were thrown out onto her face. She didn't even have time to react. Time to even move her face away. It was so fast that all she could do was welcome it. And suddenly she felt anger. So much anger.
She has been through nothing but torment since she entered the gates of the Second Division. And she knew that was all that she was going to see going forward. But, did she really deserve this treatment? Having been held up against the air, her bones being crushed by the Phantom’s Reistu. And now she had whatever this drink was in her eyes and her face.
She was shaking with rage.
Who was this man? What was his deal? And why did the captain choose him to train her and not himself? All those things ran through her mind as she wiped away the liquid, not being able to see the man. But she felt his love away from her. W
What was his deal?
She was about to speak a few curses at the man as she finally got the last bits of the liquid out of her eye. But, as she went to look for him, she couldn't see anything. It was completely dark. She would blink a few times. Rub her eyes. Nothing.
She was completely blinded. Darkness all around her.
”W-what the hell is this you psycho?!”
Her screams were wild. Filled with anger and fear. Being blind was a nightmare. Mainly being blind in a room with this man.
But, that was going to be the last of it.
Soon, after the blindness had taken effect, she couldn't hear a thing. Not her breathing. Not the drips of the liquid in the room. Nothing. Soon after that, came the numbness. It went from her fingertips to her legs, and finally her whole body.
She couldn't feel anything. Hear a thing. And she was stuck in the darkness of her fear and worry. She would have never dreamed of being in this situation. If she knew she was going to go through this, would she have come?
The answer..would have been yes.
This hurt, sure. It filled her with anger. But all this did was fill her resolve more. She had to get stronger. And if this was what it took.
So fucking be it.
Suddenly, the pain was all she felt. She didn’t know where it came from, but it burned as if her whole body was being burned. All over her body screamed of pain and suddenly, she could hear her screams. They were loud, wild, and breaking. And the scary part was she had no idea what was causing the pain.
Or when he stopped.
”Drink this.”
Suddenly her screaming stopped, her throat raw from the screaming. Her cheeks were wet with tears. She had no idea what she looked like but she could finally see. And she wasn’t in pain anymore. What the hell was this?
She looked up at the man. At his hand, as he held out a bowl to her. Another liquid. It had no smell, unlike the other one.
” Not like I have a choice, might as well shove the damn thing down my throat.”
Her voice was hoarse as she said this, but she moved, her hands grabbing the bowl and took a drink from it. There was no use running back and talking about it now. She was going to have to do this.
Or she would be forced. Or be killed.

 

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This girl had quite the smart mouth on her, still defiant with every breath. Perhaps the previous poison was not enough for her, perhaps it was too tame or not harsh enough. He will correct this soon enough. She takes the bowl from his hand and downs the tasteless concoction. He snatches the bowl from her and for a moment nothing seems to be amiss with her. Ochitsuiki stares into her eyes, watching and waiting for a reaction of some kind before finally breaking eye contact and walking back to his work station. He places the bowl upside down next to the cup and begins prep on the next vile poison.
Pain, Pain, Pain Again
Himari would begin to feel an itching sensation in her throat. She may try to quell it by scratching her neck but as time ticks on the more intense it becomes, getting to the point of being unbearable. This is but one of many “suicide potions” a vile ale that causes the throat to be come so irritated that victims will often resort to using sharp objects such as blades to pierce their throat to sooth the itch they cannot scratch. Himari would be no different in this regard as she would claw at her neck, scratching until the skin was raw and then bleeding. How far will she dig into her neck before she is clawing out her own trachea and neck muscles? As this is going on Ochitsuki turns and looks to his aid, he has a clothespin on his nose.
”Hey, put this on.”
He tosses another clothespin to his aid who puts it on without asking questions and he turns back to see Himari’s neck running with crimson. The inner white collar of her Shihakushou is slowly becoming stained red along with darkening the already black garb she wears. The aid kneels down, leaning in close to examine her open, bloody, and exposed neck. He tilts his head to the side like a man at a museum examining a painting trying to grasp the full scope of its beauty. He hears Ochitsuki approach from behind him, who was not trying to hide his steps. He turns to look at the Fourth Seat and moves out of the way so that the abhorred Oda could gaze upon the wound.
”Grab her hands.”
The man swiftly takes hold of Himari’s arms, Ochitsuki looking at her fingers and the chunks of flesh dangling from them then to her open neck wound. He chuckles as he looks at it and turns to his aid.
”Okay heal her up. I’ll hold her hands until the poison is out.”
He grabs ahold of both her wrist as the aid begins to heal her neck closed and ventilates the poison from her system. Once things were well and good again Ochi lets go of her arms and smiled at her.
”Anything you’d like to say now? I love the talkative and defiant type, you act like your shells are so hard to crack. But once they do crack…
His hand reaches out with his index finger making contact with her forehead, his vile grin returns to his face.
”..a succulent yolk rests inside. A yolk I will scramble, churn and eventually consume. You will be nothing but a shell when I am done with you. Now… Smell this.”
He removes his index finger from her forehead and lifts a small cotton sack, undoing the tie that is placed on it. He raises the sack up to her nose for her to inhale and if she chose not to do so he had ways of making her inhale.

 

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As Himari finished the new concation the weird man had made up for her, she was somewhat happy that this one didn't have a taste to it. If she had to be tortured, at least the stuff she was drinking didn't taste bad. Yet.
As she lowers the bowl, the man snatches it from her hands. Himari, in any other situation, would have said something to him about this. But, she was at his mercy. She felt like she should try to bite her tongue. Even though she didn't agree to how she was being treated. So she stays silent, her eyes watching him as he walks away from her and goes to the table again, placing the bowl upside down. She watched him, waiting for something.
Anything.
Nothing came. She was suddenly wondering if this was just to bring some fear to her. Make her stay wondering. Why wasn't nothing happening with her from the liquid he gave her? The first one seemed to work almost instantly, even though she didn't really remember what had happened to her. This made her even more uneasy.
Suddenly, she wished she didn’t think what she was thinking. It started off slowly, almost just a stickle in her throat. As if she needed to cough. So she did. And then she did it again. And again. It did nothing but make the tickling worse, as if there were small bugs walking inside the skin of her neck. What was this? What the hell is going on?
Her whimpers were loud in the quiet room, her hands grabbing at her neck to try to make it stop. Make the crawling stop. But nothing she did worked. Whatever was crawling in her throat isn't going away, it wasn't stopping.
Suddenly screams left her mouth, her fingers tearing in horror at her flesh, trying to stop the itching. But the more she dug, the more intense it got. So she digged. and digged. DIGGED trying to find relief that never came. She didn’t notice the crimson blood sliding down her neck. She didn’t notice her nails digging into her flesh, creating long open wounds to appear on her neck.
She didn’t feel the pain. She just wanted the itching to stop.

She no longer noticed the two people in the room. The only sound she heard was her pleading screams and the scratching of her nails in her flesh. She didn’t notice the aid coming before her, examining the damage she was inflecting on herself.
”Grab her hands.”
Suddenly he was there again. Suddenly she was back in the room.
”No! Make it stop, please make it stop! Kill me just FUCKING kill me!
she screamed loudly, trying to fight them off of her. She couldn’t hear anything but her own screams as one man pinned her down and the other healed her. And suddenly..the itching was gone.
”Anything you’d like to say now? I love the talkative and defiant type, you act like your shells are so hard to crack. But once they do crack…”
She glared at him. Her body was shaking with rage. She has never been this anger in her life. Who the hell was he? And what was all of this?
”..a succulent yolk rests inside. A yolk I will scramble, churn and eventually consume. You will be nothing but a shell when I am done with you. Now… Smell this.”
Nothing he says. Little did he know she was already nothing. A shell of nothing that hid behind others. Hide in her own shadow. How does one turn nothing into nothing? You can’t
So she stared at him, and then the bowl in front of her, and then back at him. Her face was nothing. But her eyes showed her anger. And before she could stop herself, she leaned forward and spat directly into the man's face. Something she would have never done before.

 

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Tempt Not Depravity
The girl was still bold was it because she knew she wouldn’t die at his hands, that none of the poisons would amount to a lethal dosage? But to spit in his face? By now most would have been broken and compliant but not her, the fire in her eyes still raged on. Without warning she feels something pierce her gut, like a blade, however, the next sensation could chill her to the bone. If she would look down she would see Ochitsuki’s hand slowly pulling out her intestines, his eyes locked to hers. He tosses them, letting them unravel and slide across the dirty floor. If she reacts too fast she may risk spilling the rest of her innards. He shoves the pouch in her face, dust, akin to pollen spores, covers her nose and the center of her face. He then walks back to his table for the next poison.
”Do not heal her gut all the way, just enough so she wont die from it.”
The aid nods and begins to tend to the open wound with her intestines spilling out. He keeps her stable but the pain would be impossible to ignore. Though the open wound would be the least of her worries as the powdered poison begins to take effect. Nose bleeds are the first noticeable sign, however, the worst of it hits like a mad truck. Capillaries begin to burst all over her body, turning her pale skin to a shade of red, with so many capillaries bursting in her eyes they end up collapsing causing her to go blind yet again. Inhaling the powder sent a rather dangerous spore coursing through her body, one that her immune system cannot combat against. Coldness would start to come next as major veins begin to darken in her skin, being shut down by this invasive poison. Ochitsuki turns to look at her taking the clothes pin off of his nose.
”Tend to the poison now, purge it or she will die this time.”
Cold and calmly he speaks yet one could discern a sense of urgency if they were to read between the lines. Whatever he gave her must work fast. The healing aura of the Kaido moved from just her stomach and surrounds her entire body quickly rooting out the poison. Ochi flicks the tip of a syringe ensuring the liquid inside is flowing through the needle properly. As he approaches her a blood tear runs down his face with his left eye being mostly red. Some of that powder must have been inhaled by him in his frustration to break the girl. Sadly it does not decimate him as it does her and he still has perfect vision out of the affected eye. The main nuisance is the feeling of blood trickling down his face. He crouches down, looking at the wound in her stomach then back to her face as the poison is rooted and cured from her body.
”Spit at me again and I’ll take a rib and you won't be getting it back.”
He hovers over her like a devil, being driven by his desire to bring harm to others, however, the more she fights back the more he builds up his innate urge to do battle against her.