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Kasu Shinka
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The raging battle is left behind. Destruction and death follows in its wake. Whether Kasu had faith in her comrades to redeem themselves in such a dire situation is currently not her concern. It is simply a matter she will have to deal with upon her return, but that all depends on how this matter unfolds.
The Senkaimon gates close behind her once again and at 50,000 above the city of Karakura Town, she stands upon her own invisible platform. Her spiritual pressure, although limited, is still picked by not only the soul phones of her subordinates, but also by their own natural affinity to sensing spiritual pressure. Only four members from each team quickly arrive in her immediate vicinity. Side by side they stood before kneeling in her presence. In unison, they speak.
“ Reporting Captain Shinka.”
Hands hidden within her sleeves, eyes locked on to the men before her, she awaits for one to stand up and give their own individual report. Standing up, one of the four speaks and soon the others will follow suit.
“ North Quadrant is currently stagnant, with no increase or decrease in Hollow activity and no further details regarding the rifts that still remain.”
Her eyes shift to the next
“ Southern Quadrant is also stagnant in both Hollow activity and no updates on the rifts that have formed. They remain dormant.”
And to the next.
“ East Quadrant has had a small increase in Hollow Activity. Nothing we could not handle. No updates on the rifts on our end.”
And lastly…
“ West Quadrant has been uncharacteristically quiet on Hollow activity, but as far as the rifts they have not shown any further signs.”
Kasu's expression turns to one of slight concern, though it may not seem to be anything to worry about now. As a leader, that officer must see beyond the veil, predict what is casually unpredictable. She has to be attentive, aware, and proactive in her role. Each of their reports bothered her to some degree, but they also gave her and her Squad a chance to seemingly prepare for whatever awaits in the future.
Kasu exhales as her eyes close momentarily, and her subordinates await her orders. Once her eyes open their focus heightened.
“ Send your reports to Squad 12 as well. Following that, you and your squad mates here will monitor each rift while still managing the influx of Hollows that may intervene as they do. While Konso is our top priority, we must be vigilant in the rifts that have opened. Quarantine them, set up Kido barriers around each one. Keep your comms open and update on any further occurrences. I will do the same… Dismissed.”
In unison once more, “ YES MA’AM!”
Their positions become vacant as their swift Shunpo takes them back towards the city. Kasu’s right emerges with her Shikai in hand, activating it instantaneously . The motion of her brush moves from side to side as her paint drifts into the air at her front, thousands upon thousands of insects spread outwards. They fall downward, cascading upon the city limits as they spread their numbers thin and wide to cover every inch.
Both her Shikai and hand recedes back into the sleeve of her Haori and she simply sits upon the invisible platform beneath her feet. Crossing her legs as the waiting game commences. Her thoughts at the moment only drift towards the ongoing events within the Seireitei, but she remains oblivious to the death of the current Head Captain, as well as the release of Daigo…
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
Her soul phone alerts her once again, as the contacts from the Soul Society desperately attempt to reach her. She removes the phone and swipes the screen to reveal the message. Only one line of the message concerned her the most, causing her gaze to widen in that moment.
The Captain Commander has been killed…
Air of Anxiety
Sitting in an alleyway, fidgeting and picking at his own fingers is an Arrancar dressed in hooded rags. Although he is enclosed by walls to his back left and right he still looks around frantically as if he can see beyond them. A bead of sweat drops off his nose and onto his hand which causes him to jump back and crash into some nearby trash cans in a panic. Realizing what it was he settles down, furiously scratching the spot where the sweat had landed until it was raw and bleeding. He stops for a moment to watch the spot heal back to normal and he finally settles down and returns to looking around once more.
”Boss said Shinigami will show up to look. I’ve been looking this entire time and have seen no Shinigami. Ahg! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no… Boss is not a liar, not a liar. They will come, they must, if they don’t Boss said to open the gates and force them. But when, how much longer of them not coming must I wait before the Kumon can be open?”
The hood is thrown back for a brief moment so he can scratch his head frantically, dandruff falling from his green head of hair like snowflakes. The hood is tossed back on once more to completely obscure his visage. He staggers to his feet, his bare feet, and walks forward to exit the alley way. He walks across broken glass and at one point even a nail and these things do not bother him or trigger a single response. Just before he could exit the alley a Shinigami arrives, high above the city. The fidgety Arrancar stared upward towards her location, this timid, frightful, being has kept his Reiatsu suppressed to the point where it seemed like he wasn’t even there at all. He shivers as he stares into the sky, able to look upon Kasu with uncanny levels of clarity as if he were only 10 feet away. Something about his vision was clearly remarkable.
Once her team of four Shinigami dispersed his shivering frame took another step forward with one of the Shinigami moving right past him, never even noticing he was there. The only reason that Shinigami would turn around would be due to the sound of this Arrancar’s Sonido causing him to vanish from the area. He moved across Karakura town, a more central part of it that would be more densely populated.
”A Captain, did not expect a Captain… Well, I didn’t, but Boss did. Boss said if you want to fight a Captain, jeopardize as many humans as possible. Boss said I am strong, that I can fight Captain’s now… Boss is never wrong… Okay then, Wring them to death! Gorgona!”
Nothing happens, nothing at all. The Arrancar stands there holding his Zanpaktuo waiting for his transformation to take place only to realize he has said the wrong release phrase…
”Ahhhh… Thats right, its the not “Wring them to death” anymore, Boss changed that for me. Riiiiight, I remember now… Okay.”
He speaks with a tremor in his voice as he holds his blade horizontally so that his eyes reflect into the blade itself. By this point Kasu had released thousands upon thousands of insects to cover the city, but this meant very little to this Arrancar, honestly the only thing important to him was this “Boss” he keeps murmuring about over and over.
Horror, Death, and More Horror
”Look upon God, Gorgona!”
A font of powerful Reiryoku rips skyward, violently, wiping out a large section of the insects Kasu had created. Not only this many humans had died at the epicenter of the release of this being. What remained was a hideous serpent like monstrosity that gazed up at Kasu, lifting one of his four arms up to fire a cero off to the West killing one of her subordinates through multiple buildings. Another arm is raised, doing the same thing, killing a subordinate to the North this time all while looking up towards her. Not only were her people being killed but the humans inside of those buildings and on the street were being murdered as well.
”Come down, come down, come down… I’ll kill everyone if you don’t come down Captain… Ahh… Did Boss want me to kill the Captain too? I don’t remember such orders… Killing a Captain would be to our benefit, then Boss can “tweak” me to make me even stronger… Yes, kill it is then.”
The serpent like form of this Arrancar’s Resurrección sits and waits for Kasu with human bodies strewn across the ground around it. How will Kasu approach this monstrosity?
Sitting in an alleyway, fidgeting and picking at his own fingers is an Arrancar dressed in hooded rags. Although he is enclosed by walls to his back left and right he still looks around frantically as if he can see beyond them. A bead of sweat drops off his nose and onto his hand which causes him to jump back and crash into some nearby trash cans in a panic. Realizing what it was he settles down, furiously scratching the spot where the sweat had landed until it was raw and bleeding. He stops for a moment to watch the spot heal back to normal and he finally settles down and returns to looking around once more.
”Boss said Shinigami will show up to look. I’ve been looking this entire time and have seen no Shinigami. Ahg! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no… Boss is not a liar, not a liar. They will come, they must, if they don’t Boss said to open the gates and force them. But when, how much longer of them not coming must I wait before the Kumon can be open?”
The hood is thrown back for a brief moment so he can scratch his head frantically, dandruff falling from his green head of hair like snowflakes. The hood is tossed back on once more to completely obscure his visage. He staggers to his feet, his bare feet, and walks forward to exit the alley way. He walks across broken glass and at one point even a nail and these things do not bother him or trigger a single response. Just before he could exit the alley a Shinigami arrives, high above the city. The fidgety Arrancar stared upward towards her location, this timid, frightful, being has kept his Reiatsu suppressed to the point where it seemed like he wasn’t even there at all. He shivers as he stares into the sky, able to look upon Kasu with uncanny levels of clarity as if he were only 10 feet away. Something about his vision was clearly remarkable.
Once her team of four Shinigami dispersed his shivering frame took another step forward with one of the Shinigami moving right past him, never even noticing he was there. The only reason that Shinigami would turn around would be due to the sound of this Arrancar’s Sonido causing him to vanish from the area. He moved across Karakura town, a more central part of it that would be more densely populated.
”A Captain, did not expect a Captain… Well, I didn’t, but Boss did. Boss said if you want to fight a Captain, jeopardize as many humans as possible. Boss said I am strong, that I can fight Captain’s now… Boss is never wrong… Okay then, Wring them to death! Gorgona!”
Nothing happens, nothing at all. The Arrancar stands there holding his Zanpaktuo waiting for his transformation to take place only to realize he has said the wrong release phrase…
”Ahhhh… Thats right, its the not “Wring them to death” anymore, Boss changed that for me. Riiiiight, I remember now… Okay.”
He speaks with a tremor in his voice as he holds his blade horizontally so that his eyes reflect into the blade itself. By this point Kasu had released thousands upon thousands of insects to cover the city, but this meant very little to this Arrancar, honestly the only thing important to him was this “Boss” he keeps murmuring about over and over.
Horror, Death, and More Horror
”Look upon God, Gorgona!”
A font of powerful Reiryoku rips skyward, violently, wiping out a large section of the insects Kasu had created. Not only this many humans had died at the epicenter of the release of this being. What remained was a hideous serpent like monstrosity that gazed up at Kasu, lifting one of his four arms up to fire a cero off to the West killing one of her subordinates through multiple buildings. Another arm is raised, doing the same thing, killing a subordinate to the North this time all while looking up towards her. Not only were her people being killed but the humans inside of those buildings and on the street were being murdered as well.
”Come down, come down, come down… I’ll kill everyone if you don’t come down Captain… Ahh… Did Boss want me to kill the Captain too? I don’t remember such orders… Killing a Captain would be to our benefit, then Boss can “tweak” me to make me even stronger… Yes, kill it is then.”
The serpent like form of this Arrancar’s Resurrección sits and waits for Kasu with human bodies strewn across the ground around it. How will Kasu approach this monstrosity?
Elk
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A few nights ago
It was a rather quiet night within Karakura Town, and for the moment, it was peaceful within the city. Sure, some strange events had happened over two years ago, but that was chalked up to a gas leak. Those troubles are mostly forgotten, and what was there to help them forget? It was Kälteste Krug. Like many nights, it had been filled to the brim with both foreigners and locals alike, for this bar had a way of keeping things civil. They offered some of the best prices on beer and hard liquor, both foreign and domestic, giving it its popularity.
Yet for tonight, a crowd had gathered around the bar. Two large men sat side by side: one, a man in a black shirt, whose muscles were outlined and almost seemed too tight for his frame. He wore a set of jeans that paired well with his GORE-TEX boots. Across from him, a sumo wrestler, well-dressed in a black three-piece suit with a white shirt underneath. This one had just recently defeated the champion and had sought to celebrate outright with a few drinks. After spotting the tall, muscular foreigner with a sign written in Kanji stating, “もし飲み比べで私に勝てたら、君の飲み物代をおごるよ。” (If you could beat me in drinking, I’ll pay for your drinks), the man’s eyes lit up. If he could make the foreigner pay for his drinks, then tonight was going to be even better.
Yet that alone wouldn’t have gathered the crowd. What did was the number of two-liter glass boots on each side. By the count, each one had drunk ten, and neither seemed to stop. They were allowed bathroom breaks due to the amount of liquid they were consuming, but someone had to watch in case one would pass out.
As the night continued, so did the drinking, along with the cheers, as each one continued their gluttonous appetite for beer. That was until, by the 40th drink of Das Boot, the sumo wrestler collapsed, to which the muscular man reached forward and grabbed both the wrestler’s and his own boot to drink.
“The beer is on him!”
Laughter came out from everyone as the large man stumbled out from the bar and off to his home. His size alone made it seem like he was a lumbering giant as he stumbled through the streets.
At the same time, in a different location within the town, one shadier then the Kälteste Krug neighborhood, a different type of crowd had gathered around a table. A lot of them seemed to be rough-looking, some with scars, some without. Yet all of them had one thing in common—their tattoos, all on the backs of their hands. Yet out of the unruly individuals sat two women. One wore a white Stetson as her green hair extended down her back and to her hips, a pair of black round glasses, a white duster that extended down to her ankles, along with a pair of jeans and a vest underneath. The other woman had the same length of hair, though her hair was red. Her outfit? A plaid skirt with black leggings underneath and a dress shirt. The air was filled with smoke, and the aroma was mixed in with the scent of alcohol as the crowd watched in awe as the game went on.
The chips were down, the stacks were high, and the sound of plastic landing on one another could be heard until the dealer was given the check sign from everyone.
“The bets are all in. The pot sits at 4 million yen.”
The sound of cards could be heard sliding across the table before the dealer flipped them over, revealing The six of spades, seven of spades, and the eight of spades. Each member looked at one another as chips were thrown in once more, each one matching before one raised. The others matched until it came to the red-headed woman. She threw in another million yen, much to the dismay of many at the table.
“DAMNIT!”
One screamed as he was about to get up before two men gripped his shoulders and pushed him back down into his seat.
“Bet or fold. You have been warned.”
One spoke out before moving back to his original position. The man at the table had a face of shock and anger before folding his hand. The others laughed before matching the final bet. Then the last two cards dropped: the Ace of Spades and the Jack of Spades. Laughter came from one of the men at the table.
“Read ’em and weep, boys and girls!”
He revealed a set of sixes—the Heart and the Club. While the others looked annoyed, all but the women who sat at the table. They looked at one another, then over at the man. The redhead burst out into laughter as she flipped her cards, revealing the king of diamonds and the five of spades, while the green-haired one also revealed her cards, showing the queen of diamonds and 4 of spades. The man’s laughter stopped before a flurry of slurs came out from him, accusing them of collaborating and cheating. As he reached into his pocket, several clicks could be heard. The guards, well-trained in dealing with these situations, were quick. Again, the redhead laughed as she looked at the man, whose hands were in his pockets. The other two reached into their own pockets, and more clicking could be heard. Several armed guards moved to surround them, each with suppressor-equipped guns aimed at their heads.
“Now, now, you were all told to leave your guns at the doorrrrrrrr! But you boys didn’t follow the rrrruuules!!!”
Her finger wagged back and forth as she looked at the man who started it all. Then it happened—several shots came from the guards, each trained on the men’s heads. Blood splattered across the room and onto the tables, yet none would get on the women, save for small specks landing on the cuffs of their shirts. All but one man was dead, now shaken with terror.
“Go back to your bosses and tell them Der Verborgene Tisch (The Hidden Table) is now off-limits to you and your organization. Come back, and it will likely be the end of you and it. You knew the rules when you walked in.”
The man nodded as he was escorted out to a different room, with a lone chair and two sets of cuffs.
“That was exciting! Oh, it felt like we were in the movies. I can’t wait to do that agai—”
A finger pressed up against her lips as the cowgirl shook her head back and forth.
“You’re way too excited for having a gun drawn on you. Come on, let’s head home. That was enough excitement for tonight, Gamemaster.”
Laughter between the two could be heard as they exited the building and walked down the moonlit streets.