GAME MASTER
13th Division Captain
Partake the cup of my wrath
Muimina Hyakuji
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Post by Muimina Hyakuji on Oct 17, 2021 22:30:13 GMT -5
無意味な 百事 護廷十三隊 - 1st DIVISION Location:Tokyo, Japan It was two days from the Vice-Captainship ceremony, Hyakuji was resting under his favorite cherry blossom tree within the garden of the First Division Headquarters; his blue eyes reflected the peaceful clouds hovering over as his gaze darted towards the blue sky past the autumn foliage of the tree. He was told to take some days off before he could begin his duties as a co-Vice-Captain. While he wanted to spend it in the realm of the living, his mind was consumed by what happened the night after the banquet. He had never been affected by a girl’s confession before. Not that he felt anything romantic for his friend, he already had Yukari; and there was no doubt about his love for her. However, he couldn’t help but develop a growing concern for the raven-haired woman. It was a bit painful to see her like that, but really, there was nothing he could do to appease her. And even if he were to go back to that incident, he wouldn’t change the course of his actions and still break it to her. The shinigami sighed and closed his eyes, there was nothing he could do no matter how hard he thought about it. He just had to wait. For a moment, the idea of offering her to join him later as he confronted the mysterious person flashed his mind, but his eyes were beginning to get heavy and before he knew it, his relaxed body already put him into a deep slumber. Few hours have passed, and he was woken up by his peer, his ever loyal subordinate, reminding him that he had an appointment in the realm of the living. Right, he had to meet this masked person Maria had talked to him about… Whatever the reason was, he figured it must be something important. He wouldn't have slept on it anyway, should decided to bail out, besides, it was not in his character to turn an invitation down, no matter how dangerous it would seem. <<“I’m going to meet the person you told me about…” >>the cursor remained flashing on the screen, as Hyakuji mulled over whether to send it or not, at the last minute, he decided to delete the text and leave it be. There was no point in telling her… after all, they were specific in wanting to have a word with him only, having someone to accompany him might only cause some problems along the way; so without further ado, he prepared, putting on his shihakusho uniform, the wooden badge that signified his Vice-Captainship and the matching blue haori he bought in Japan. He went through the Senkaimon, and walked out of the shoji panels which transported him in front of the Tendo's shop in Tokyo. “Greetings…”[467] |
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GAME MASTER
Wandenreich - Soldat
Memories broken, the truth goes unspoken...
Hibano
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Post by Hibano on Oct 18, 2021 10:09:58 GMT -5
It was a regular work day, so, while Tendo Shoten was fairly quiet as always, it also was not empty. A small, fairly inconspicuous shop down in the Tokyo suburbs and away from the large masses of people moving every day, it never gained a following. The owner of the shop and his staff preferred it that way, however. Their customers were not ordinary citizens of Tokyo searching for a place to buy flour and eggs. When Hyakuji entered the shop, only two people were inside of the building - one was Sadaharu Tendo, standing behind the counter with his arms folded behind the back of his head, smiling, while the other was leaning on the table and speaking: " -so, after that little incident, me and the rest of the construction gang decide to head home, still unaware that our contractor knew that we were gone and-" " Hey!" Tendo called out, hearing the bell ring after the door of his shop opened, and raising his hand to wave at the Shinigami. Now that the story from his youth was no longer being listened to, the other man turned his face to the entrance as well. He was grizzled, with long dark messy hair and a goatee, he spoke in a hoarse voice which sounded almost gravelly, and the expression on his voice made him appear tired, or even melancholic. Seeing a Shinigami step in, with a shihakusho no less, got him to narrow his eyes in suspicion, but he did not confront Hyakuji, merely remaining in place and watching the Shinigami. " Long time no see, Muimina Hyakuji," the shopkeeper stated, then struck a faint smirk when he saw the wooden Vice-Captain badge strapped onto the Shinigami's arm. It really has been a long time since they met - Altair usually filled in for Tendo, and the two Shinigami had grown quite close. " Sadly, the discount this week is probably not relevant to you - I mean, unless you are looking to buy a Quincy badge for a friend." Tendo tapped his table. " So... may I help you?" |
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GAME MASTER
13th Division Captain
Partake the cup of my wrath
Muimina Hyakuji
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Post by Muimina Hyakuji on Oct 18, 2021 16:51:13 GMT -5
無意味な 百事 護廷十三隊 - 1st DIVISION Location:Tokyo, Japan As Hyakuji entered the shop, he noticed an unfamiliar face leaning on the table as he spoke to the blonde, tanned man. The shinigami met his gaze, there was something about this man he couldn’t quite figure out yet. Naturally, looking into their eyes would already give the reaper some bits of information about the people he eye-contact with. He could tell he was a fullbringer, though, but there was more to it. There should be more to it. As he looked at him intently, not averting his blue irises for a second, the Vice-Captain finally drew out some more information, allowing him to realize that the guy had some special relationship with a death god. Whether it was platonic or something beyond that, he couldn’t tell, as Tendo greeted him, his reading of the mysterious person came to a halt. The phrase “Long time no see” was a bit vague. It was only months since he asked the then-First Division Third Seat for aid in gathering people to help with the demon’s invasion. Had it been that long for him? Besides, they were always communicating whenever Hyakuji needed something from his shop. Or did he mean something else? Was Tendo aware of his past? That he made him his product when he turned him into a visored some six hundred years ago? Whatever the case, the serious countenance on his face changed as he turned to face the shop owner and returned his greeting with a faint smile. "Yes, Tendo-san. It’s been a while… Seems you have a guest… I hope I’m not interrupting. Though, I am not here to buy anything…” For a moment, the young man hesitated to blurt his intentions out, but perhaps, this man was actually the person who wanted to see him? “I was told that somebody wanted to meet me, and the details of the supposed rendezvous pointed me here at your shop. Did they finally arrive, by any chance?” [331] |
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GAME MASTER
Wandenreich - Soldat
Memories broken, the truth goes unspoken...
Hibano
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Post by Hibano on Oct 19, 2021 10:32:26 GMT -5
Tendo was not taken aback by Hyakuji's explanation and introduction of his reason for being here, he remained smiling the whole time - even though he did not actually know who Hyakuji was set to meet. " Oh, don't worry, it's fine. We were just chatting," the shopkeeper answered and glanced to the grizzled man standing next to the counter - he folded his arms, turning to the side while maintaining his eyes on the Shinigami. Without saying a word, he made it loud and clear that he was not the person wanting to meet the Shinigami, either. " Well, no, I think you'll still have to wait for whoever it is you're meeting today. I don't think Virgil here has any scheduled visits from Shinigami." " Not anymore," Virgil commented, pulling himself off the edge of the counter and taking a stroll through the shop - his back was now turned to the Shinigami and he inspected the products displayed on the shelves, but the Fullbringer was paying attention on what was going on behind him. " If you want, I can... bring you some refreshments while you wait?" Tendo offered in the meantime, pointing behind his back with his thumb - though Tendo Shoten was a shop for spiritual technology, the blonde haired man still kept food, snacks and other basic essentials in his shop just in case. Thankfully - or maybe unfortunately for his business - they did not have to wait long before another person stepped into the shop. He was dressed in a thick trench coat, had a mask on his face which covered all but a few locks of golden hair, and was taller than either of the Shinigami - a staggering two meters, without even counting the hat, which he had to take off and duck as he stepped inside. " Good afternoon. I am sorry for being late," the man spoke, his voice rather distorted by the mask, but still sounding rather masculine. He took off his hat and bowed, then spoke: " It is good to see you, Kojiro." |
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GAME MASTER
13th Division Captain
Partake the cup of my wrath
Muimina Hyakuji
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Post by Muimina Hyakuji on Oct 19, 2021 22:43:20 GMT -5
無意味な 百事 護廷十三隊 - 1st DIVISION Location:Tokyo, Japan Surprising. At first, Hyakuji thought the shopkeeper also had something to do with this rendezvous, but he seemed clueless at the mention of the said meeting. “I see…” the newly appointed Vice-Captain deadpanned at the grizzly fullbringer, still trying to study his movements. He seemed well-acquainted with the exiled shinigami despite their differences in spiritual nature, while he acted a bit hostile to Hyakuji, he looked gentle and “friendly” with the shop owner. At least, that’s what he could conclude with the way he spoke earlier. Besides, he wouldn’t be here if he had no business with the tanned man, right? Though, it didn’t seem urgent enough, as they were, as he witnessed, merely doing small talks. His suspicion was confirmed when the man named Virgil commented that he no longer had business with shinigami. Quite an odd remark since his “friend” was a death god before… or wasn't he aware of that? He didn’t seem oblivious to the supernatural world though, as Hyakuji sensed he was not an ordinary fullbringer. Tendo broke the tension between the two when he offered some refreshments to which the raven-haired reaper obliged, “Sure, I appreciate it… Arigatou, Tendo-san.” Before he could vanish from their presence however, the bell hanging on the door sounded for the second time as another potential customer stepped in inside the shop. He was wearing a thick coat and a mask as Maria had described, standing taller than anyone in the room and greeted Hyakuji specifically using his past self’s name. “You are mistaken for calling me by that name. That guy had died six hundred years ago… Though I do not discount that I am who you are after.” the shinigami replied with a stoic expression on his face, but with wariness with the tone of his voice. “So, what is it that you want?”[312] |
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GAME MASTER
Wandenreich - Soldat
Memories broken, the truth goes unspoken...
Hibano
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Post by Hibano on Oct 20, 2021 4:04:15 GMT -5
The mask hid any emotions on the man's face - however, he did not expect Hyakuji to answer him so harshly. Though he did not explicitly deny the connection between him and Kojiro, he asserted that they are different people. The stoic expression, and even features of the man's face showed the striking similarities between them, however. The masked man nodded and answered: " I apologize. If you believe I am mistaken, then I will not refer to you by that name again," With that said, the man placed his hat back onto his head, and glanced past Hyakuji, overviewing the shop. While Tendo could still, maybe, be trusted, the mysterious Fullbringer picking through the shop stalls was too much of a concern for the masked man to continue inside. So, the masked man turned around, speaking: " You are correct, I was the person who found Maria Tokareva, helped her in battle, and asked her to arrange a meeting between us. I wanted to show you something important. Please, follow me." With his explanation given, the masked man stepped outside - immediately turning to the left side of the street and moving forward. The destination he wanted to take Hyakuji was just outside of the metropolis, a fair distance away, and in the meantime, the masked man continued: " What do you know of Kojiro?" |
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GAME MASTER
13th Division Captain
Partake the cup of my wrath
Muimina Hyakuji
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Post by Muimina Hyakuji on Oct 20, 2021 6:27:28 GMT -5
無意味な 百事 護廷十三隊 - 1st DIVISION Location:Tokyo, Japan The mysterious person was quick to apologize at Hyakuji’s reluctance of being addressed by his past self’s name. Still, it didn’t make the shinigami warm up to him. Kojiro had been long since dead, and the Vice-Captain had deliberately decided to separate himself from his old identity. Aside from the war being traumatic, he could not fathom the desperation of Gotei 13 back then to win it, resorting to despicable means of making their own kind as tools only to be disposed of after being used. The slaughter of spiritually aware humans was already too horrifying. Was it really a necessary sacrifice? While he knew that Tendo was behind the creation of hollow masks, Hyakuji understood that the then-Captain of the Research Division was also a victim, just like him. If there was anyone to blame, it was the governance system that rules Soul Society, which he planned to reform at the right opportunity. The man confirmed himself to be the person Maria told him about, and seeing the shop was too crowded for them suggested to the death god to move somewhere else before revealing his intentions. Hyakuji followed suit, albeit untrusting of the man still. He glanced at the direction of his shopkeeper friend without saying a word, merely giving him a slight nod as a form of farewell. The look on Tendo’s face didn’t give away whether he knew the man or not. But the long-haired reaper had a guess they were related somehow, much as he was related to the person of Kojiro. “You mean what do I know of my past self… I remember everything. You seem pretty interested in him, or at least… very insistent on going back to the past. Are we here to reminisce? Is this supposed to be a reunion?” While he didn’t have any idea who the person was, he could tell that the tall guy was someone he was familiar with some six hundred years ago. Or… if his instincts were mistaken, someone from the visored had told this man about him, if ever there were any who made it out alive. [359] |
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GAME MASTER
Wandenreich - Soldat
Memories broken, the truth goes unspoken...
Hibano
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Post by Hibano on Oct 20, 2021 15:47:24 GMT -5
The masked man listened to Hyakuji's answer intently, even though he continued walking and the mask on his face did not betray any of his emotions. In spite of being a different person, the Shinigami remembered everything of his past self - and then, suddenly, he turned the question around to the man. It was a reasonable interest, after all - there was no reason for Hyakuji to assume that anyone would know about a connection between him and a Shinigami who died six hundred years ago. The masked man stopped in his tracks and turned his face back towards Hyakuji. " Going back to the past? Well, no, not in the way you imagine," he spoke as he took off his hat yet again. There, he revealed it having been a construct made out of Reishi all along, as it dissipated into particles in his hands. " If you are wondering why I am interested in your past self - yes, I do know him, and have met him, in fact. He was a war hero who, in spite of what the records actually say, was betrayed by the Captain Commander and the Central 46 when the war against the Quincy came to an end." But, if Hyakuji knew everything about his past life, then there was no reason for him to be told all that. Perhaps the only question which the masked man would ask was why was the Shinigami still working for Katsumoto and the Central 46 if he knows everything already. But that can be answered in time. " What is more important - he was a Visored," he continued, his hands wrapping underneath the end of his head mask at the back of his neck, and beginning to unwrap it - before suddenly removing it in full. " Like me." |
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GAME MASTER
13th Division Captain
Partake the cup of my wrath
Muimina Hyakuji
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Post by Muimina Hyakuji on Oct 23, 2021 14:49:03 GMT -5
無意味な 百事 護廷十三隊 - 1st DIVISION Location:Tokyo, Japan Hyakuji stated simply, though the man was not done with his surprise as he took off the mask and revealed an identity familiar to Kojiro six hundred years ago. The Vice-Captain deadpanned at his comrade as they stopped their tracks. He already had a gut feeling when the man addressed him with his former self, but there could be other reasons, so he dismissed the thought. There was no emotion in the expression on his face. It was not clear if the shinigami was taken aback or filled with anger at the sight of his fellow visored. There was one thing that bugged his mind, however… “Why?” Why was this man spared from execution, and he wasn’t? Did Tendo choose who to save and who to kill? It was the Division 12 Captain himself who slayed him, after putting his last target in a tower of blood-soaked quincies. Or perhaps, they escaped on their own accord? Without the help of Tendo? If so, where were the others? And what was the purpose of this supposed reunion? Even so, all these questions did not betray his stoic and calm demeanor, as he spoke, “I see… Much as I want to forget and have nothing to do with the past, they seem to run after me wherever I go…” First, it was the fragmented memories of his human life, and now that he regained the remembrance of his former selves, it was inevitable to not take notice of the people he encountered back then. While he was grateful in reuniting with Hideki again, it was different, coming to terms with the visored again. He was no war hero. They were no heroes. They were murderers, a part of his dark past he wanted to erase from his existence. “I have a lot of questions for you, Kanbe-san. But first, take me to where you intended to…”[321] |
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GAME MASTER
Wandenreich - Soldat
Memories broken, the truth goes unspoken...
Hibano
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Post by Hibano on Oct 24, 2021 12:59:57 GMT -5
Over six hundred years ago, Katsuaki Kanbe was a decorated Shinigami, the Vice-Captain of the Sixth Division. Monstrously powerful, yet with the heart of a gentle giant, he was respected by his peers and beloved by his Division members, and was one of the Shinigami who led the charge against the Quincies and the empire of Remus Karolinger. Since then... lots of things have happened, and for six hundred years, Katsuaki has been officially dead, written down as having been tragically killed during the final days of the Quincy War, and replaced in his position by a new generation of Shinigami. Katsuaki looked down at Hyakuji, striking a confident smile after his presentation, though, to his surprise, finding little joy in his peer's expression. He was clearly interested, and recognized the man in front of him... but he clearly was not happy. " Come on, you could afford to be a bit more happy! It's been six hundred years!" Katsuaki called out, spreading out his arms, as if he was about to tackle the younger Shinigami with a hug, but he then sighed and dropped his hands, instead turning around and staring towards the distance. " I knew you'd have many questions, Hyakuji. I suspect I know what is the biggest one... yes, there are Visored who survived Gotei 13's betrayal all those years ago. I am not the only one." Katsuaki leapt forward, expecting the younger Shinigami to follow, and hopped from roof to roof, advancing fast across the Tokyo skyline. " I want to take you to the Aokigahara Forest. It is some distance away from here, but we should be able to reach it quickly." |
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GAME MASTER
13th Division Captain
Partake the cup of my wrath
Muimina Hyakuji
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Post by Muimina Hyakuji on Oct 26, 2021 12:16:31 GMT -5
無意味な 百事 護廷十三隊 - 1st DIVISION Location:Aokigahara Mori Hyakuji smirked. After all those years, Kojiro hasn’t changed, even as he experienced different lifetimes. It was as if he always existed, only with a different name, and a slight change in appearance, but his personality remained the same. If there were any significant changes with the way he was now in the present, it was that his interpersonal relations had improved a bit, as he was now far from the lone wolf he was before. It was no surprise to Katsuaki that he his mind was full of questions, even guessing correctly an important one among the many, confirming that he was not the only one who survived in the purge, and if Hyakuji's instincts didn’t fail him, the visored man intended for him to meet them all. The tall blonde continued their pace, while the Vice Captain followed as they leapt from roof to roof under the darkened sky. Only the silver moon watched over them, despite the overwhelming crowds and the busy night life in the city. As they went about their journey, Katsuaki revealed their destination. Of all places, he chose a location of terror and dread. Even so, Hyakuji trusted him, not questioning his decision as he remained silent while tailing his former comrade. If ever the blonde shinigami acted suspicious, he could just fight him head on. Moments passed, they went farther away from the lively urban and was drawing closer to a remote area endowed with tall and large trees. Here, the night was dead silent, only the cicadas hum to their heart’s content, but all other wildlife were careful to even make a noise. At last, they reached the infamous Aokigahara Mori, which was also known as the Sea of Trees rumored to have witnessed a thousand mysterious deaths. It was home to people who self-inflicted their passing, or to those who wanted to get lost and never return. The thick foliage made it somewhat a leafy labyrinth which was difficult to cross if not for the guides and trails. Of course, unlike the mortals who may have struggled traversing the eerie forest, the death gods simply carried on, as they jumped from one tree to another, unfazed by the sinister atmosphere within the woodlands. The creepy legend was nothing to these men of brave hearts. Why was Hyakuji invited to this place, he was yet about to find out. Something was certain however…. This was no ordinary reunion. |
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Wandenreich - Soldat
Memories broken, the truth goes unspoken...
Hibano
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Post by Hibano on Oct 27, 2021 10:01:11 GMT -5
The panorama of the capital of Japan gave way to lush countryside beyond its limits. The two Shinigami leapt past suburbs, empty fields, and across the bases of mountains until they finally came to a stop in a thick, dark, eerie forest on the base of Mount Fuji. Here, Katsuaki slowed down - while he has visited this place enough times to be unaffected by the atmosphere, the Shinigami had to keep track of the trail to their destination - deep in the forest. " Every once in a while... I get to stop a poor soul who tries to leave this world too early," he briefly commented to strike some conversation along the way. " Sometimes, they end up coming back here anyway - but other times, they take it as a sign from their Gods, or spirits of the dead, that they should keep on living. I suspect this has helped create the image which mortals have of this forest nowadays." And it was not particularly wrong, either. They were the spirits of the dead, after all. Katsuaki followed a specific trail, walking past any of the paths marked and cleared by the mortals and instead venturing to the very core of the forest. Here, they arrived to extremely thick foliage of leaves. Any normal person, or even a Shinigami whose Reiatsu was not high enough, would brush past without seeing anything out of the ordinary. But when Katsuaki pushed past the leaves, he revealed an enormous clearing in the heart of the forest. A singular, massive tree stood in the center of the clearing, large enough to have several wooden houses attached to the trunk from every side, while the top of the trunk was converted into a sparring arena. Each wooden house suspended on the trunk was owned by one Visored - however, there were more houses than there were survivors. Their comrades, who did not survive the purge, each had an empty house dedicated to them as well. " Welcome, Hyakuji..." Katsuaki muttered and stepped forward. " To our home, for the past six hundred years. The Fortress of Strength." The outskirts of the Fortress were empty and tranquil - however, atop the rooftop of one of the houses suspended on the trunk, a woman with pink hair could be seen swinging a sword at the air, practicing. |
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GAME MASTER
13th Division Captain
Partake the cup of my wrath
Muimina Hyakuji
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Post by Muimina Hyakuji on Oct 29, 2021 12:29:21 GMT -5
無意味な 百事 護廷十三隊 - 1st DIVISION Location:Aokigahara Mori Hyakuji only listened to Kanbe as he spoke, telling his tale of heroism within the dark forest. As if saving a few souls could compensate for the thousands of lives slain during the war. No. No amount of regret or heroism could change the fact that they were once tools used for a killing spree. While the then-visored believed that it was for the peace Soul Society had hoped for in the last six hundred years, seeing its impact ringing until today only dulled their sacrifice. They were supposed to protect the humans, not murder them. If only there were other ways to come to terms with the quincies then, he would have sought it. But he was a mere pawn… puppeted by a corrupt system. He didn’t know any better. This time, he was cunningly plotting a reform. To hopefully make a change. Reuniting with the past didn’t seem to be a good idea, yet, he was here with one of them and was about to meet the rest. However, there was no way he would make the same mistakes as he did before. The pair stopped, and a large tree decorated with wooden cabins at the heart of the forest was revealed. The long-haired reaper had not been in this place before, yet, he somehow felt a sense of familiarity. As if it was calling to him. Still, there was reluctance in him... “Home? I have no home since I got abandoned in that blood-soaked battlefield...” he was usually kind, but there was something welling up in his heart. A mix of rage and surprise. He was good at controlling his emotions, but something compelled him to spit venom at his former comrade. A few moments ago, it was only because of his remorse for what they had done. However, seeing this sanctuary, as a home waiting for every one of them... as if everything was planned... Why wasn't he included in it? He felt left out. Even so, he was still willing to hear them out. To explain to him what happened back then, and if they wished for peace as he did, then there’s a chance he’d be willing to work with them. Probably. [377] |
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Wandenreich - Soldat
Memories broken, the truth goes unspoken...
Hibano
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Post by Hibano on Oct 29, 2021 14:56:54 GMT -5
A vast fortress sprawling over a hundred meters into the sky, shaped out of an oak tree which the Visored grew to humongous height with the aid of their powers and then placed in a small mirror dimension seamlessly accessible by entities powerful enough who venture deep into the Aokigahara Forest - the Fortress of Strength was imposing. Rarely were all of the Visored here at one place, however. They often ventured out, having integrated into the World of the Living one way or another, and observed the state of the spiritual world. Very rarely did they need to assemble together. Katsuaki stepped forward, walking across thin grass which led towards the wooden railing scaling up the massive tree - here, however, he stopped, hearing his peer suddenly speak out. His voice was harsh and filled with contempt - to him, this was no home, and he would never have one as long as he had the fate of Kojiro on his mind. So, Hyakuji did care for his past lives, even if he tried to break from them. Katsuaki turned, glancing over at the other Shinigami - the expression on his face was as stern as always, and he was unfazed by the venom in Hyakuji's voice. " I understand your pain. We've all gone through much of the same," Katsuaki answered, then walked forward, expecting Hyakuji to follow. His walk was slow and casual, so they had time before they reached the outskirts of the fortress. " So, you were one of the Visored who were executed straight on the battlefield, rather than being brought back to Soul Society for their trap. I had the same fate. Right after the final assault against the castle of the Quincy emperor, the Captain-Commander took to my execution himself. Soul Society knew that only a Captain as strong as him could do it, and he certainly did his best. I proved rather too durable to die to even his Shikai, however, and so eventually washed up from the Earth, only with these scars on my face as a memento." Katsuaki pointed towards the pink-haired Shinigami practicing on one of the rooftops. " Akina Kimura, she was brought back to Soul Society, and was betrayed and imprisoned by her own Captain," he explained, then glanced back to Hyakuji. " So do not worry, Hyakuji. If you feel frustrated, or angry, we'll listen you out. We Visored can only hold on if we trust one another." For a second, Katsuaki remained silent, then raised a question which concerned him. " How did Kojiro die, then?" |
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13th Division Captain
Partake the cup of my wrath
Muimina Hyakuji
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Post by Muimina Hyakuji on Oct 30, 2021 14:30:19 GMT -5
無意味な 百事 護廷十三隊 - 1st DIVISION Location:Aokigahara Mori Hyakuji gazed at the glowing silver moon above as he followed his old friend walking past the small patch of grassland. It was at the most distant point tonight. Something that could be compared to his feelings towards his past, although, the events that had transpired seemingly convinced him to take one more look--- to rekindle the relationship he once had with his former comrades. The wind picked up, and his long hair and his uniform naturally fluttered with the cold breeze. As the blonde visored continued to tell his tale of his survival, the First Division shinigami realized that their deaths were not like his. Kanbe explained that he was betrayed by the Captain Commander in the battlefield, while he pointed at the lady on the roof of one of the treehouses, recalling that she was taken as prisoner by her own superior. But the conclusion remained the same--- they were all betrayed, in one way or another. They shared the same fate of having to face death after being used as tools. Hyakuji was beginning to sympathize with his old acquaintances. Since his emotions were being clouded by his disdain of the old times, he was quick to assume he was the only one who suffered at the hands of the former 12th Division Captain. However, he was still adamant to trust them. Not until he knew the reason why they wanted to meet with him. “I see....” he replied in a more gentle tone, as he contemplated what the tanned man had just said. Now, it was his turn to tell his story of how he died. “After striking down a number of quincies, we were told to go back to Soul Society at once… Although, I was stopped by some comrades from the 12th Division, and then…” his blue eyes darted towards the massive tree, averting Katsuaki’s gaze, “... Tendo unleashed his bankai on me. The next thing I knew, I was in Soul Society again... living a different life, without a memory of the past.”[340] |
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