Karakura Town

Adonai

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Kuwashii stands by letting Toru speak to his own contact, due to her position in this line up she wasn’t close enough to hear what was being said on the other side of the line. Her gaze casually drifts away back to the town, wondering if there are eyes on them already. She turns her head back to look at Rokka as he begins speaking.
"So our culprit has been found in the west end and he has stowed himself away in an underground facility with another distinct body." A comment he verbalized mostly to ensure that Kuwashii was roped into the other side of this conversation. "We can assume a few things here. He has been confirmed by my investigation to have worked with another directly to complete his means. Either he is in her company, that of a newer ally, or this is confirmation he is physically in possession of the artifact."

Kuwashii looked at how Toru was hanging onto Rokka like they have been best friends for centuries. This time, instead of disgust a small smile broke out on her face. It reminded her of fond memories when she used to play human. She certainly had friends who did this to her and she to them.
"The implications of that aside, this may be in our favor. It paints more of a picture. It's unlikely he spent his entire time down there. Either there's a motivation or he may have gotten spooked by some part of our motion somehow. There's a chance our channels may be compromised or at the very least certain systems, so we should limit our external communication for the time being.”

All she could do was roll her eyes as Rokka continued, not at him but at the thought of their lines or systems being tapped because it meant that this was going to be more complicated than it already was.
”Be we successful today or not we need to have someone in Twelfth Division do a complete scrub of all our communications and maybe send out patches to all active Denreishinki with the same cleaning process attached. I’m sure that can all be done under the radar to avoid panic.”

Kuwashii added, she isn’t sure how simple of a fix that would be or how soon such a thing could be delivered to all the Shinigami who do use a Denreishinki but with the idea out there now things could maybe get moving for it. The more this goes on the more she is truly glad she is not part of Sixth Division because this sort of stuff is a true headache. Typically she isn’t around for this process, she is usually called in at the end to reinforce and aid in capture or execution. Knowing how tedious it all is gives her a new sense of appreciation for the detectives of Sixth Division and for her Division mate, Kouei Sankan, who is quite the detective himself.
"I suggest we get a move on before anything substantially changes. For now, the threat of his Zanpakuto that we worried about may not be as much of an issue if it's contained beneath the surface. Which means our main concern now... is what else we may be walking into. This is about as home turf as it can get. The angle of deliberations may be even more out of prospect given his pattern of action. Your contact, Kuwashii."

The pause made her brows upturned slightly, the hand holding her own Denreishinki slowly retreating behind her back as if to hide it from sight and mind. That reluctance to involve her friend manifests itself in a physical manner more than vocal.
"They may not be needed now to triangulate his whereabouts, but we could still use them to find where he was. Even if he is detained or routed, uncontained Soul Society assets lingering about Karakura is not exactly a good thing. He may have stashed other tech, information, etcetera about other locations. That paper trail can help with further cleaning up this mess."
”Oh thank goodness!!!”

She exhaled as if a massive weight was lifted off of her shoulders. She wasted no time texting her friend to give her the latest update. Akamichi was equally relieved to hear this as well. She has a good understanding of how dangerous Kuwashii’s line of “work” is so even she had some reluctance getting involved despite already making moves to help. Kuwashii followed up Rokka’s mentioning of a drink with a quip of her own.
”I’m going to find some time to try and hang out with my friend, even if I have to sneak out of the Seireitei to do it. Might make use of my new Tsunayashiro connection to get that done.”

She speaks that last sentence with a grin on her face as she looks towards Toru. After they all said their peace they got a move on towards the western section of Karakura Town. Naturally they all kept their Reiatsu suppressed to have a more stealth-like approach to the location. Stopping in the area Toru’s informant highlighted for them they hid amongst the rooftops to avoid being physically spotted. Now even closer than they were before Kuwashii’s heart began to race, not out of nerves but excitement, despite how she remained outwardly stoic. It was her suggestion to talk things out and she plans on still attempting that but part of her wishes to test her strength, she is always seeking the next challenge, the next chance to see if she has grown as a fighter. With no one around to nip that part of her mentality in the bud it could snowball into her becoming a combat fanatic later in life.
”Okay, what's next guys?”



ToruRokka→[Kuwashii]
 

Amphybi

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Toru hadn't expected his call to be answered so swiftly, but the quick response is more than appreciated. With Akiyoshi on the other side, Toru listens carefully to what the Hollow fanatic has to say, only to be pleasantly greeted with some small talk.
”Tsunayashiro, huh? Understood, I’m running a pass through for anomalies between Karakura’s cardinal sectors now. The 12th Division is like a family, is it not? Consider it a simple kindness, my friend.”

Toru ponders on the man’s words and tone briefly. Toru could tell the man didn’t truly believe his own words, but it didn’t particularly matter. The two would be friends eventually, from Toru’s point of view anyway. What mattered most is that he complied with the request. Akiyoshi continues and confirms the suspicion Toru had.
”Though…I would be lying if I were to omit my hopes for… compensation… for such a sudden request. Fret not, you’re in good hands nonetheless. The data is showing... yes, yes here it is.”

A chuckle slips past Toru’s smirking maw. He is not usually someone to put his lineage out there as a display of power or prestige, to Toru, it is just his name. That being said, he cannot deny the usefulness of his birthright. The smirk widens as Akiyoshi moves on to confirm some form of success.
“Kekekek.. I’m glad to have thought of you for this situation, my friend. I’m sure we can sort somethin’ out for you once I’m back!”

An affirmation of trust and reward.
“Aside from your own signatures, I was able to pinpoint a faint, but concentrated mass of energy along the Western edge of the city. Yes…yes, wait—What the hell is…”

A positive result comes through the mobile device, then confusion. The biologist's eyes shoot towards the detective as the confusion is clocked, it’s clear that Rokka is listening in and hearing the same thing, but Toru wonders if Rokka has come to the same conclusion. The source of confusion could very well be the relic they’re in search of. The pause ends as the fellow researcher’s voice is heard once more.
”Sorry. Still there? Western edge of the city, approximately four clicks beneath the surface. Sending exact coordinates over to your device now. Confirmation of two signatures too stable to be that of Hollow or rats. Good luck down there! Don’t call again.”

Western edge of the city, far beneath the surface. Two supposed stable sources of Reishi. Again that tinge of dishonesty lingers in the man’s chosen words and tone. Toru is a strange man, that is beyond dispute, but he is also someone who studies others, he has become more than accustomed to reading the signs people put out in their communication. He just often ignores them.
“Yes yes! Still here buddy! Gotcha gotcha, I’ll make sure you’re well compensated when I get back! I-”

The call ends abruptly as the Tsunayashiro goes to finish his sentence. As it does, he holds the Denreishiniki just in front of his face, staring at the now blank screen. His eyes eventually pull away from the device as the detective relays the information to the policewoman. His eyes and head switch briefly between the two, then he spots the subtle smile on Kuwashii’s lips. He would comment on it, if he did not know it would put an end to that brief joy.
"We can assume a few things here. He has been confirmed by my investigation to have worked with another directly to complete his means. Either he is in her company, that of a newer ally, or this is confirmation he is physically in possession of the artifact."

Toru’s thoughts hang on the notion that there might be another threat lurking down below. It’s not out of the realm of possibility, but there’s something that doesn’t sound right about that. The information given, and how it was given doesn’t sit well with him.
"The implications of that aside, this may be in our favor. It paints more of a picture. It's unlikely he spent his entire time down there. Either there's a motivation or he may have gotten spooked by some part of our motion somehow. There's a chance our channels may be compromised or at the very least certain systems, so we should limit our external communication for the time being."

As much as Toru is a scientist, he is not like many of the S.R.D.I who dabble in various fields, tech is but a means to an end for him. The thought of their communications with the Gotei Thirteen being compromised had not even entered his mind until the detective had mentioned it.
”Be we successful today or not we need to have someone in Twelfth Division do a complete scrub of all our communications and maybe send out patches to all active Denreishinki with the same cleaning process attached. I’m sure that can all be done under the radar to avoid panic.”

He nods in agreement, someone in the Twelfth Division indeed. Definitely not himself though. The thought of asking Akiyoshi for help once more crosses Toru’s mind, then it leaves just as quickly as he comes to a separate conclusion.
“I’ve got the perfect candidate in mind, if they make their grand return. At least then they’d be of use to us!”

He doesn’t elaborate further, but at least one of the two with him would know who he’s speaking about. Then he branches off into a separate thought.
“Hear me out on somethin’ though. I know he mentioned those two stable signatures, but he seemed pretty dishonest off rip. He was likely lying about something. I’m thinking one of those signatures is the artifact. Now the Shihoin might be down there with ‘em, but they’re a researcher, not a combatant. If it comes down to it, we should do our best to take ‘em in without hurtin’ them too bad.” He pauses as he contemplates a few things before speaking once more. “I guess she could still be a threat regardless, so keep your eyes peeled when we get down there.”

Toru’s arm pulls away from Rokka’s shoulder as he adds his final thoughts into the broth, letting them mix and settle for everyone to think about. His smile fades into a facsimile of a stern, concentrated stare outwards into the city. Focused and ready. Then it shatters as Kuwashii speaks up once final time before their departure.
”I’m going to find some time to try and hang out with my friend, even if I have to sneak out of the Seireitei to do it. Might make use of my new Tsunayashiro connection to get that done.”

The answer Kuwashii receives is in the form of a cackle and a thumbs up from the once more smiling Toru. The three get a move on soon after.


Their arrival to the warehouse district is swift and quiet. The three hidden atop a rooftop as they survey the surroundings below. As they stand there, it dawns upon Toru that the hunt is not quite over. The location they were given was a great lead, but the many surrounding warehouses act as another deterrent in their path. Humans tread the streets, some vehicles carrying whatever load they have from place to place. A central hub of work. He couldn’t help but be grateful that Elk had taken refuge below this entire section as opposed to above ground. His eyes scan over the area over and over, trying to spot any one thing that could narrow the search. The buildings are all fairly similar, as is expected. Most of them parallel. There are no distinctive tells, but eventually something hits Toru. A deep sigh escapes the man as an extended digit points out the structure. It sits further back in the district, furthest from the river itself.
“There. I’m no engineer, but if he’s far below us, there’s no shot they’d have built it close to the river. Could be some reservoirs and such beneath that’d make it near impossible. Decently isolated, a good distance from the river. Enough space for a fancy underground base!”

A hand now clasping the handle of Sude. He plants his Zanpakuto gingerly atop his shoulder, the unique scabbard giving him the appearance of someone about to go on a nice stroll. Toru’s appearance in this moment betrays what’s going on within his mind. He is a practiced combatant, he is definitely skilled, but the stress before a battle is not something he can so easily shake off. Gentle tremors run through his arms as he guides the other two towards the warehouse in their scope. They remain among the rooftops, leaping from cover to cover in the same manner they’d arrived and reaching their destination shortly.

As souls, they have no need to hide from the workers, the likelihood that they can even perceive any of them is extremely low. The trio step within the warehouse and are met with an expansive interior. The lengths Elk Hoshi has gone to in order to remain hidden are impressive, but within the careful planning there are specks of sloppy mistakes. With the combined effort of the three Shinigami, the search is brief, ending in the breakroom. A wall that previously hid two metal doors was left untouched, revealing an oddly placed escape route. Toru’s eyes scan the surrounding area for a button, level, anything to open up the odd doors. Unfortunately, it doesn’t take long for the nerves to reveal themselves.

“Fuck it…”

A foot raises from the floor and snaps forward with an aggression almost no one would have ever seen from the scientist. The sliding metal doors crumple and bend outwards almost entirely, as if a battering ram had been launched through. With enough of an opening for the lot of them to make it through, with his foot already through the opening, Toru steps on past the boundary without a second thought. He plummets into the depths below, watching as each light and marking flashes by. On occasion, he finds his footing on Reishi plates, glancing above and below, astonished at the depth of this secret base. He knew just how far down it was due to the information Akiyoshi had given him, but to hear about it and experience it are two different things. Eventually Toru lands atop the elevator that had brought Elk Hoshi down this entire shaft. His gaze meet the eyes of his compatriots, a nod follows. The finish line is in sight now.

[Toru]→RokkaKuwashii

 

Elk

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He stood still watching a video play on the screen in front of him, one that had Sumire stand in front of a hollow. An Adjucha level from the looks of it yet it was rather larger than most he has seen. It had been contained in a box, with several angles of watching it. Infront of the Box, stood Sumire, her hand pressing down on a the Hōgyoku, light began to shine from hollow creature, its body began to thrash and the camera shook, each bash came with a shake; as the seconds passed on the creature began to shrink more and more, its body becoming more human like till finally it was revealed. A broken mask and a humanoid form, far smaller then he was. If he had to guess it was around 1.49(4’11) meters in height.


Sumire’s lips had been curled up for a while before it was slowly frowning as she what it had been turned into.



“And all that work to accelerate it to an Arrancar. How annoying!”


The video would cut out as his hand shifted up a bit, his nails curling inward as his nails dug into his flesh until his knuckles began to shift colours to paler white. his teeth gritting as he was handed back the Hōgyoku.



“That’s what I wanted to show ya, there was another video of hollows combining together but that one wasn’t as interesting, nor fresh as this one.”



a sigh came out as he looked down at the floor. For a moment before the Hōgyoku was moved to be directly in his sight, it was memorising to say the least. His hand shifted up to grip onto it and placing into his inner pocket of his reiatsu concealing coat.


“You mentioned someone was hunting us?”



“They’ve made their way here, already, their phones are away to keep track of them but my equipment also picks up on any shoji gate openings. Normally they would be 13th members but, these ones are from three different divisions.”

His head shifted back as a loud disgruntled groan could be heard, his hand moved over his face and moved down. His body turning to a table where he would grab onto a pierce to slot in. Three light taps came before Sumire would nod.



“…”

“Get everything you can out of here, I’m going to stall them as long as I can.”



As he stepped out from the door his hand reached back, tapping the wall before a cyan barrier began to form up and spread across the wall, its glow bright, as it continued to expand until there was no way past it. His body flickered and appeared in the middle of the field, where in which wind began to blow, towards the entrance to this place.


his hands reaching behind himself as he began to speak low and chant to himself. His thoughts were of his last actual fight from long ago. Mind racing with thoughts on what to do, where to go. What spells were useful and what spells were dangerous to cast at close range. how far should he go up the chain of knowledge to help secure his freedom.


Though part of him wondered why after all these years were they coming for him? It wasn’t just him, were they coming for the Hōgyoku as well? Are they true dogs of the Seireitei? Or were they just here to talk? Who knows, he certainly didn’t but he didn’t like the idea of interreacting with anyone from the Seireitei Much less three.


His eyes shifted over air blowing the cherry blossom flowers, their petals spreading across the field. His hand reached up to his ear, lightly pressing on the ear piece.


“Put me on the speakers.”

“Welcome honored guests! I would have a dinner party ready for you all but I haven’t had the time to gather the ingredients and cook them. So I ask, would you kindly leave this place? And leave me be until the food is ready for your arrival. Though in mean time, can you all forget that I am alive? I would much rather let the Seireitei think I am dead.”


Elk had no desire to return to Seireitei be it dead or alive, it was a desire for freedom, and he was preparing to fight for his freedoms. His desire was to remain free from clutches of that hideous organization. His hand gripped onto his zanpakutō sliding it out from the sheath before it began to transform into the spear, where he would stab the head into the soil as he watched the entrance waiting for them to arrive.


 

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The needed confirmations and acknowledgments ran their course—a mix of unified understanding on the tasks at hand and some shared sentiment on more relaxing events in tow of the situation. Rokka felt an odd comfort in the company of his two companions, despite all that was transpiring. Regardless of what that meant, it at the very least took the edge off of the stressful days he'd recently had. Good and expedient company is a rarity; so many souls find themselves locked in their own devices that dropping their current agenda to aid another is a rarity.

Their advancement toward the epicenter of their intel was swift, leaving little time for any detailed preparations. The next hurdle they came across was distinguishing which of the warehouses contained the hidden lair that they sought. Yet, where some might find it like looking for a needle in a haystack, it was just a matter of framing. Deep underground structures wouldn't be erected close to the boundary of water, near places with unstable soil, or outside of certain construction codes. Even as a Shinigami, there were limits to one's day-to-day involvement in the World of the Living. As such, the choices were narrowed down until the path was clear. A brief scan through the expansive structure eventually gave way to their entry point, one that didn't last long against the nerve-stricken Toru
. It was certainly not the most tactful way to open a door—yet Rokka didn't object in the slightest.

The detective took a step forward after the scientist, caught in the grasp of gravity in an instant. The drop did not draw out any fear in him; instead, it was an all-too-familiar feeling. Down, down, down, down they went, highlighted by the shifting outlines of the steel chamber. The cold air paraded along, causing the fabric of his attire to flail at its whim. Meter by meter they fell, shifting the brunt of their descent upon constructed platforms and interior elements. The conclusion of their decline placed them directly on top of the original method of their mark's arrival: an idle elevator box. It was evident already from the foreboding welcome emanating beyond the wall that this would not likely resolve with simple words. Rokka was not going to risk this leaving loose ends; Kuwashii could try her hand at defusing the situation, but for now, he'd stack the deck.

Rokka tightly wrapped his fingers around the hilt of his zanpakuto, gradually revealing an inch of the sheathed weapon's steel.
"Return to Nothingness... [Kūkyō]."

His words coincided with the full brandishing of his weapon, the command causing the blade to shimmer away into nothing more than faint, colorless ripples, occupying the space that was formerly occupied by metal. Not a breath was wasted, as he left no time for any party to process this transition before he placed two swift cuts along the wall before them. Whether it was by a feat of speed or the haunting nature of Kūkyō, that severance simply appeared to transpire with little fanfare. It was as if an unseen force had engraved the structure with a deep-seated cross. Rokka hopped up in place for a moment, flourishing his weapon in one hand before adding his second to his grasp. The detective's body then flickered, rushing through the compromised obstruction in an instant, blowing a hole clean open for his peers but also carrying with it a shroud of debris and dust that filled the entry.

As the Kyōraku entered the space, his eyes quickly darted about, spotting the idling Elk and his makeshift preparations. It didn't take a genius to understand he was playing gatekeeper, stalling for something else. It was unlikely he was going to make a considerable stand on his own when confronted by three souls, so there had to be something else. Rokka wanted this to end with a nice little bow on top, not with loose ends that could be bothersome down the line. He trusted his companions to follow his lead and make use of the flow of what was about to transpire.
“Welcome honored guests! I would hav-"

Without ever touching the ground, Rokka darted forward, wholly ignoring the fugitive playing goalie. Theatrics were not his cup of tea, and time was ticking away. Instead of giving the Hoshi the time of day, he blitzed the barrier that had been constructed while the man was caught up playing the misbegotten host. Just as with the elevator's wall, it was struck twice. The first blow landed upon the barrier—and so it crumbled in an instant. The second landed upon the wall—and so he followed it with a thunderous entry. For some, such a feat would require a monstrous amount of strength, especially considering the barrier that aided in halting the path of the entering Shinigami. Though for Rokka, it was exactly what he was made for. His initial swing against the cyan construct robbed it of its purpose and its integrity, leading to its collapse in an instant. The follow-up compromised the wall by taking away its—you guessed it—structural integrity. Whether it was the reishi of the barrier or the kishi of the wall, they both became meaningless before Kūkyō, crumbling all the same.

Rokka aimed to go beyond it all and allow his teammates to occupy the previously auspicious traitor. His fangs were ready to chomp down on his target, a dual-purpose endeavor. As he made quick work of what obstructed his path, he honed in through the lab on Elk's co-conspirator, Sumire. She was caught up in the handling, gathering, and disposing of assets, something she was promised time to complete... and yet... What neither defector could prepare for was a man with little patience, plenty of finesse, and a weapon that defies predisposed meaning. And if that weren't enough, he wasn't alone. He was accompanied by a bright mind from the Twelfth and a fiery officer of the Ninth.

The detective's figure shimmered from where it stood, closing the distance between himself and the traitorous Shihōin. No words escaped his mouth, no spells, not a peep. And yet, he drove the hilt of his zanpakuto into the side of her neck without ceremony. It did not break a bone or rupture any internal vessels, but instead packed enough force to swiftly incapacitate her. Unconsciousness claimed her in a blink, something Kūkyō influenced further with its encroaching oblivion. She may be a Shinigami, but clearly, her value was not that of a combatant. Nor was this reality a predicted probability. At the very least, Elk should have bought her time, but instead, all he did was purchase a cage.

Her incapacitation would linger more than enough time for them to handle the ringleader himself. The cold and dark abyss would keep her company for the time being. Rokka snapped a set of cuffs upon her limp wrists, shackling them to a nearby pipe for added measure. He couldn't help but spare a thought at all this...

Maybe a decade was too little time for proper contingencies among those who seemingly rode on Ebisu's coattails.


Toru→[Rokka]→Kuwashii
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Adonai

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“There. I’m no engineer, but if he’s far below us, there’s no shot they’d have built it close to the river. Could be some reservoirs and such beneath that’d make it near impossible. Decently isolated, a good distance from the river. Enough space for a fancy underground base!”

Kuwashii nodded, engineering is something she doesn’t even have knowledge in so all she can do is take his word for it. As he explains his deductive reasoning she feels a heat burning within her, excitement, joy, a chance at battle. She wants to talk things out, she truly does, but there is a fanatic within her being that wants Elk to resist. This is part of her that wants to burn the traitor alive. That part of her is the negative influence of Kisho Date, his no nonsense way of approaching things. If you are of no use or a detriment to the Soul Society you are better off dead, sadly, Elk fits these criteria which is why this negative voice has been gaining strength the closer they get to him. Her battle is internal and not written on her face, far as the other two can tell she is calm and collected.

She follows the group from rooftop to rooftop, encroaching ever closer to their target. Once inside she takes stock of her surroundings, trying to sense for any potential traps within the warehouse itself. With humans around Elk certainly wouldn’t risk their lives, right? She can only hope there is some semblance of honor in him to not involve innocent lives. When arriving at the strange entrance Kuwashii looks around for a button as well. The burning excitement builds as she goes to speak but a knot in the throat causes her voice to crack.
”Perhaps the button is in-”
““Fuck it…”

Kuwashii goes wide eyed as her head snaps back to look at what Toru had done, kicking the elevator doors wide open. The shock was equal parts from the method he used to the fact that he was the one who did it. She didn’t think the scientist had it in him to do such a thing. The trio drop into the hole with Kuwashii being the last to drop in. Just before she made her descent a voice pops up on the speakers, this must be the voice of Elk Hoshi.
“Welcome honored guests! I would have a dinner party ready for you all but I haven’t had the time to gather the ingredients and cook them. So I ask, would you kindly leave this place? And leave me be until the food is ready for your arrival. Though in mean time, can you all forget that I am alive? I would much rather let the Seireitei think I am dead.”

While he was in the process of speaking Kuwashii had jumped into the elevator shaft while Rokka was below making his first move. During the descent she felt it, the release of a Zanpakuto from a signature that was not Rokka, as he had already released his, nor Toru. That burning in her soul ignites…

Unbound Flame

Considering he was still in the elevator shaft Toru would be the first to see it and feel it. Heat and white “flame” filled the shaft as the officer descended from above. She does not stop her fall, she leans in with a punch to pummel and burn through the top of the elevator, a level of strength that no one would expect her to have. White flame erupts from the elevator, blackening the ground before it as Kuwashii walks out, dragging a large burnt slab of a sword behind her, both wreathed in flames. There is a wild look in her eyes and yet her demeanor betrays the truth her eyes reveal. There is no tell from her Reiatsu, no ability to sense her mood because all there is, is heat and flame, a life consuming flame. She raises that flame engulfed slab of metal and points it at Elk Hoshi. She inhales slowly and exhales to calm her nerves.
”Former member of the Kido Corps, Elk Hoshi. By my authority as a member of the Ninth Division, you are hereby under arrest. I wish for things to be civil, I wish for cooperation above all else. The release of your Zanpakuto has put me on edge, however. Can we talk this out? If things go well I can put in a word to have imprisoned in Maggots Nest and not executed.”

There is no crackling of fire, just the ever present hum of its existence, the way it seeps into the ground, salting all at her feet and behind her leading to the elevator. The voice in her mind, the seed of evil that was indirectly planted from just existing around Kisho for a decade tells- no, screams to her to kill him. Burn him down to ash, leave nothing for anyone to scavenge or mourn. But she fights it off, to the best of her ability.
”You had a lot to say for our greeting so I can assume you have more to say. Motivations, reasons, etc. Help us understand you and your defection.”


 

Amphybi

Community Manager
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The descent of the three loyal Shinigami earns a contradictory welcome from the traitor. Toru is the first of the three to reach the bottom of the elevator shaft, but he is the last to act. However, before that welcome is given, the detective is already on the move. He is swift and precise, as is expected for such a direct and efficient soul. With Kūkyō’s release and a couple of neatly placed cuts, Rokka creates a point of entry and vanishes through it just as swiftly. His focus is clear and on display.
“Welcome honored guests! I would have a dinner party ready for you all but I haven’t had the time to gather the ingredients and cook them. So I ask, would you kindly leave this place? And leave me be until the food is ready for your arrival. Though in mean time, can you all forget that I am alive? I would much rather let the Seireitei think I am dead.”

Jesting words welcome and turn away the intruders in the same breath. The release of a Zanpakuto unhidden by the Reiatsu concealing clothing that is worn by Elk. One strike for friendly, double that for aggressive. Having just hosted a dinner party, Toru turned away quite a few would-be guests, but this is not how you do it. In an attempt to steel his nerves, he makes his own joke, mostly for himself.
“Terrible venue, dreadful welcome, can’t imagine he’d cook up anythin’ like me huh?”

Even if he’d spoken loud enough for the others to hear, his words would go unnoticed due to the police's arrival. Kuwashii takes action soon after Rokka, before she even touches down. A white light barrels down the elevator shaft, bringing with it a heat matched only by the brightness of the light. If Toru hadn't been made aware of Kuwashii's Zanpakuto, he would have been stunned at the sight as his head shoots upwards to steal a glance. A hurried few steps plant his back firmly against the back wall of the elevator shaft as Kuwashii plummets through the top of the box.
“Damn it! A little warning next time!”

His words echo up the elevator shaft and down into the elevator as the Tsunayashiro peers over the secondary opening made by Kuwashii. Sweat drips from his brow and down below, only to evaporate before reaching near Kuwashii. Indecipherable grumbles can be heard in the elevator shaft as Toru shoots out of the opening created by Rokka. He lands off to the side as Kuwashii emerges from within the elevator and begins the necessary procedures.
”Former member of the Kido Corps, Elk Hoshi. By my authority as a member of the Ninth Division, you are hereby under arrest. I wish for things to be civil, I wish for cooperation above all else. The release of your Zanpakuto has put me on edge, however. Can we talk this out? If things go well I can put in a word to have imprisoned in Maggots Nest and not executed.”

Even as she speaks, Toru continues to sweat, occasionally taking another step off to the side. Some grand plot to slip past Elk Hoshi? A tactical position previously established by the trio? Not really, even as someone who is well used to hot environments, Toru is simply seeking a bit of comfort away from the emanating heat of the hot-headed member of the Ninth. Finally she finishes, a question perhaps fueled less by duty and more by curiosity.
”You had a lot to say for our greeting so I can assume you have more to say. Motivations, reasons, etc. Help us understand you and your defection.”

Toru’s curiosity is also piqued by the Hoshi, but not his motivation or anything, but rather by the nature of his abilities and what he’s been up to. So he follows up on Kuwashii’s questions.
“I can’t promise anythin’ where you’re goin’ after this really. B-Buuut…” He pauses, a soft forced cough escaping him. “Let’s try that again. Buuut! If you’re imprisoned I’d love to come visit you and have a talk. You’re a curious guy, with a real intriguing ability, so that’d be neat to talk about!"

His words and cough are accompanied by the soft sound of a blade being pulled free from its scabbard. With his blade in his left, the modified scabbard of his Zanpakuto rests atop his right shoulder. There he stands, ready, but something is a little off. Toru is not the kind of man to try and pull off a cool stance, but this time, he does his best. A facade in order to throw off the scent of his anxiety, even still, sweat drips down his brow and another set of rumbles can be heard, his stomach.

 

Elk

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Elk’s eyes shifted over to Shinigami blitzing past him. Yet his head did not turn, but he did feel it, he knew when a barrier of his broke, and this one was with little effort. Something to keep in mind, and one that had him wonder what he would do to that particular one if a fight were to occur. Yet his eye shifted forward over to the other two. One female, and the other a male with a odd hair cut. From there she would demand his surrender.


“HA. COO-l, only a FOO-l COO-uld believe such promise. I doubt you’d have the authority to pull such a thing off.”


“At best I’d be in the Muken.”


“I doubt they would allow visitors”


He held his zanpakutō firmly, as he looked directly at the woman from 9th division, unsure of her name, his head tilting a bit as she was asking him his reasoning for defection. Eyes narrow for a moment, as he looked over at the other companion, one that was taller than him, judging by the distance. Something had been off about the man, despite him moving he was unsure of what he was planning. Though from his movements it seemed to be pushing away from the woman. His head leaned in as he spotted the sweat upon the man before turning his attention back to 9th division officer.


“If you think you’re on edge? How do you think I feel? Three Shinigami break in and tell me I’m under arrest, while one goes to break a barrier and use her as a hostage? It seems like you three hold all the card!”


“Only thing missing is having Tomi slamming me through a wall.”


“Do you know if she’s okay?”



Sweat dripped from his forehead due to the heat from woman’s zanpakutō heat. Yet his fingers curled into a fist, with only one finger lifting up. His hand twisted around with his palm facing up, as a series of Hexiganl barriers began to form on top of one another. Each one becoming larger than the last one created till finally an image began to appear on the largest one. A compound appeared as its first image, it was as if a memory was taken from his mind. At the boarders of the barrier itself seemed to have a golden hue stretching in, and the sky was as vibrant as can be before it shifted over, to a woman, her face obscured by shadows, yet her hair was blond with green tips. His arm moved away from his zanpakutō for a moment, wiping away the sweat into his clothing. Before moving his hand back to his zanpakutō shifting it slightly while light began to shimmer off of it.


“You ever get everything you wanted only have it ripped away?”


His fingers tightened around his zanpakutō as the images began to change to the compound burning, and bodies strung about. Some charred others riddled with a disease that had deformed their bodies. It shifting till it would go into a first-person perspective, one where he was looking down upon the woman he had oh so loved.


“You see before all this I was a criminal within the rukongai, long story short, family was ripped away from me, see no other option I went to become a member of the Seireitei. I was in 13th before making my way to the Kidō corps.”


“Then that little rebellion happened”



An image appeared of Sumire, There she laid amongst a pile of l bodies Bloodied and broken before her arm shot up, with a look of desperation on her face.



“She stopped me from killing her. She knew who I was and explained what 12th has done. They unleashed a plague wiping them out. After that I was working with her to get more information to confirm if her story was true or not. Years later, Captain Taro’s culling of the corps gave the perfect excuse to both transfer the kidō scrolls and enter the Daireishokairō at the same time. All with the permission of Central 46th’s permission, along with the usage of my Bankai and forbidden spells”



The images in the hexagonal barrier changed several times, each showing the events that happened, A flash of light from a Kidō, breaking of a barrier before the images of heads being stacked ontop of one another, followed up by a meeting with Central 46 him standing at the center, as he looked up at the faceless entity that was bureaucracy. Each image growing a bit darker, with a hint of red at the end.



“That’s where I confirmed everything that happened”



The image shifted over to the Daireishokairō, it showing the data on the plague and its deployment onto the Hoshi compound. Words strung across on its effectiveness, and how it could be used in later uprisings within the Rukongai, before ultimately being shelved due to its volatile nature, estimations showing that it would wipe out half the population if it was unchecked. Yet while the images appeared he never once took his eyes of the two, and kept himself aware of his surroundings. His hand pushing and pulling on his zanpakutō as it shimmered. Before his hand that held the barrier up in the air shifted up to wipe the sweat from his forehead.


“We’re certainly not a threat to you or the Seireitei, I just merely want to be free from the clutches of the organization that has killed my family. ”


“Is that to much to ask?”


“What have I done within these 10 years that would view me as a threat?”



 

Souris

Community Manager
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The cat and mouse game progressed to a stalemate, though one where the odds of the mouse were narrowing. Three souls weighed down upon the scales, with two — nay — one remaining on the opposite plate. And yet even with the numbers being out of Elk's favor, he chose to exposition to those who seek to rob him of freedom or breath, an attempt to appeal to the humanity in them. Yet in an inherently flawed manner. What seeker of peace brandished weapons, readied spells, and tried backhanded trickery? If he truly sought sympathy, a more nuanced position would have been more favorable.

Rokka would honestly not have humored it. Where he did not lack empathy, he also did, however, lack an intent to value it above duty. If not for one of his newfound companions, he'd have already gone for the traitor's throat when he leaped through the room. The added hostilities, albeit expected, made that timely dispatchment an even more preferable outcome for the detective. The crimes of the fugitives more than granted that justification as well.

After ensuring the security of the apprehended co-conspirator, Rokka made his way back towards the entry to the main event. The closer he got, the more he felt the looming tension and the byproducts of it lingering in the air. As the Kyōraku broke through the doorway, he tugged at the collar of his uniform.

"Damn, it's hot in here..." He mumbled to himself.

His return spared him a bit of the banter, but still brought him into the middle of the pleading.
“Only thing missing is having Tomi slamming me through a wall. Do you know if she’s okay?”

"Her wellness depends on a few factors thanks to you. Though for the moment - yes." Rokka interjected his statement, finding no harm in the detail but also inlaid it with a circumstantial prospect.

That loaded reassurance was the solitary kindness he'd offer, as what became of him was likely already decided by the scenes thus far. As Elk continued his exposition, highlighting personal tragedy as justification for skirting consequence, Rokka occupied the threshold between the lab and the battleground. His zanpakuto still remained in hand, with its blade shimmering along the empty space it occupies. In this stillness, the detective still honed his mind, body, and spirit — ready for whatever may come.
“What have I done within these 10 years that would view me as a threat?”

A hearty laugh breached the air, one from an atypical host: Rokka. It was a rare feat to draw more than even a chuckle from him, yet the absurdity was the hammer on the right nail.
"So a criminal ceases to be a criminal should they not commit any new crimes? Are you a child?" The man's words were cold as a dagger in the night but plated by a proper cause. The utterance was paired with an exhausted sigh. "Capital theft, desertion, cohercion, trespassing, tampering - need I go on? That didn't vanish with time and nor does your actions now, paint a picture that we should believe the contrary."

Despite their loud entry, they did not immediately engage with Elk nor try and dispatch of him outright, even if clearly within both right and capability to do so. Elk had already stood at the ready, which meant that either the fugitive's remarks were a reflection of his ignorance or he was nothing more than a snake hissing through his teeth. He drew the first blade and yet tries to speak of a turn of a shoulder. Hollow words so blatantly layered just to set up even more contingencies. Rokka knew how this all would end — oblivion. But for now, time stood still.

ToruElk→[Rokka]→Kuwashii
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