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Restoration (Open)

Post by Echidna on Tue Jul 10, 2018 11:43 am

Echidna sat up, rubbing her eyes. She had fallen asleep while reading in the Karakura Library. Her cheek hurt from where the corner of a book pressed on her. She'd been researching the area's history, trying to find any evidence in books about the spiritual activity in this region. But, Japan was famous for their myths, legends and fantasies and it was hard to tell truth from fantasy when the truth could be so fantastic.

After all, with just a kiss, she could enslave other mortals to her whims. Her hand drifted to her thigh, brushing against cool metal. She jerked her hand away, looking aside. She still did not like to admit the injury. It hurt her pride, and her dreams.

Closing her eyes, she stood up and pushed her chair in, holding her books against her chest as she heads to the front desk. She was going to check out seven books. She didn't read these ones yet, and had hopes they'd shed light on what she wanted.

How, exactly, does one kill a Sinner?
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Re: Restoration (Open)

Post by Shiroki on Tue Jul 10, 2018 11:29 pm

Ordinarily, konso duty would not be in a Captain's normal day-to-day responsibilities.

These were not normal circumstances.

Community Service: That was the way the Commander had phrased it. Recently of late, the eggheads in Squads 12 and 13 had detected a strange pattern in the influx and outflow of passing souls that they had never encountered before. From what he could understand of the briefing they'd given before assigning this menial task, the apparent anomaly showed NONE of the usual characteristics associated with outside factors like Quincy interference or sudden Hollow expansion.

This was NO emergency; a fact the eccentric Captain Baozhai had incessantly drummed into Shiroki like a broken record. No spike in Hollow activity. No full-scale Quincy invasion. Merely an interesting pattern of events that had no obvious causation. In short; do NOT under any circumstances go overboard looking for trouble when none of it exists.

Truth was; he couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed at this disclaimer. It wasn't as though he went OUT of the way to make trouble, did he?

Oversee the Karakura representative's duty in the World of the Living. Submit a report on the number of Hollows encountered/cleansed, as well as the number of Konso performed to Squads 12 and 13--hard evidence to correlate with their instrument readings. Try to find out WHY in kami's name the Rukon population was actually DECREASING, despite the high volumes of cleansed souls passing into Soul Society each day--more deaths than there had ever been in the past, though not YET at alarming levels. "Just the idiot mortals killing each other again, nothing new," or so 13th's records officer had put it. "Not everything has to be the result of some supernatural origin. It's not like they don't do it well enough on their own,"

As for WHY these increased souls weren't registering on the instrument readings or the puzzle of Rukon population decreasing? System malfunction, maybe. Definitely NOT Quincy work or harbinger of a crisis. The decrease was at a slow, steady rate that matched the usual casualty outflow from violent outer districts like Zaraki and Kusajishi: people getting knifed by street gangs prowling the area. The only thing out of the ordinary was that for some reason these unfortunate fatalities were not being replaced...

Busy work was what it was: Grunt duty any recruit could've undertaken; but a responsibility assigned to HIM as a subtle reminder that he wasn't completely out of the doghouse. Both literally and figuratively.

Sighing, Shiro booped another wandering Plus on the forehead with his hilt--perhaps with more force than was strictly necessary. That last soul had been more irritating than most, questioning his qualifications as a Shinigami as quite a few of them tended to do when they saw his appearance. He watched the heckler spirit fade away on its journey to soul society with considerable satisfaction. On hindsight, he should've worn Alfred on this excursion. If nothing else, seeing the traditional Grim Reaper might've shut at least SOME of them up.

HOW in the Soul Queen's holy name did the Shinigami representative put up with doing this job day in and day out? This marked his 3rd circuit of the perimeter, bopping annoying spirits and dispatching the occasional stray Hollow--encounters so mundane it was hardly worth going into shikai for. The task was so mechanical: See Plus, boop Plus. See Hollow, slay Hollow. Record encounter in log book. Said notebook in question was already filling up in scrawls of messy handwriting. Sadly he hadn't the faintest clue what it was supposed to mean. Were these an abnormally large number of souls he was encountering? Abnormally small? It wasn't his usual responsibility so he was completely out of his element. But the eggheads would be able to tell, probably. Assuming Captain Oshi managed to pull herself away from Cartoon Network for a second to even read the report he brought back.

Muttering feudal-era curses under his breath, the cub rounded upon his next client: an indignant spirit apparently bound by attachment chains to the hospital in which she'd died. "So what's your story, ma'am?"

Wrong question, apparently. Shiro resisted the urge to facepalm as that seemingly innocent query unlocked a floodgate of righteous ire. Because the hospital staff were incompetent twits, apparently: twits that the Plus was apparently going to 'sue to the last man' for unplugging her life support systems by accident. A 'strange nurse dressed in black' had been the culprit to blame, and the Plus would simply not rest until justice was done. After five minutes of listening to this tirade, Shiro half wished he could pull the plug on her again like before. Just to shut her up. "Sorry, ma'am. Not my department. Let's get you on your way to Soul Society,"

Cue the inevitable doubtful stare. "Are you SURE you're a Shinigami? Aren't they supposed to be taller? Can't l get a professional or someone older to--"

"Sorry, ma'am. Short-staffed. If you've a complaint, take it to the office once you reach Rukon,". Boop.

He scribbled this latest entry in the logbook, resuming patrol and walking past Karakura library as he did so. The lady he could see heading for the front desk through the glass-panel doors looked vaguely familiar, like somebody he couldn't place. Whatever, probably nothing important anyway. Annoying as Oshi sometimes was, the Twelfth's Captain sometimes did have a point: Trouble rarely happened when one minded their own business. Knowing his luck, the library-lady would just turn out to be another damsel in distress in need of saving or else some enemy from the past wanting him dead. And he'd quite enough of crises going on, thank-you-very-much.

He continued on.
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Re: Restoration (Open)

Post by Cat on Wed Jul 11, 2018 12:30 am

So they'd sent ANOTHER shinigami.

It wasn't HER shinigami. The Karakura representative had been female; taller and dressed differently from...whoever this was. A newly assigned partner maybe? Or more likely a superior--the white overcoat he wore smacked of authority, though he hadn't noticed her watching that short exchange with the latest spirit. Not that she expected him to, since she was wearing the reiatsu suppression garments that were a necessity each time she left Hell's confines to wander abroad. Something that kept the Guardians from noticing and retrieving a Sinner would surely also keep a Shinigami from noticing her presence.

A superior. Interesting. Was whoever in charge of Shinigami affairs finally noticing what was going on under their very noses, maybe? The experiments she had been undertaking, and the excursions she had made? Recent events had seen the Mother of War uncommonly distracted--an opportunity Cat was not slow to take advantage of. Her regular forays to Sereitei (as she'd worked out from discovering and using one of the portals encountering Moebius), had meant that Hell's governance often rested in Cat's jurisdiction as well. She'd wasted no time conscripting a following: first preying on discontented outcasts of Azalea's rule such as Morrigan and Truglidine but then growing bolder in expansion when the Empress turned a blind eye. She had experimented with them, intending to test the actual potential of her signature ability and its limitations. And she had not been disappointed.

Apparently, Forget had an extremely interesting manifestation indeed. Not only did it have the usual applications on living targets, but also on many other things as well. And still, she suspected she was only just scratching the iceberg's surface...

Using Hellstep, the Togabito let herself into a certain room of the hospital. It was a location she was familiar with; one she had entered on several other occasions. At her last visit, the solitary bed in its corner had been crowded with wailing relatives and solemn faced doctors--puny mortals milling about like ants helpless to do anything about the inevitability of death. Now it was quiet, curtains drawn about the bed and its shrouded motionless form. The doctors and nurses had moved onto their yet-living patients, the families occupied with making their funereal arrangements--arrangements which in that culture usually spanned the course of days. Nobody noticed the black clad figure hovering over that still form--a figure clad in the same black outfit which had been the last thing this particular patient had seen in their mortal life.

Sunlight flashed momentarily on metallic talons as they emerged from a sleeve. Aimed--

Struck.

FORGET.

This time, Cat did not linger around to witness her handiwork. She knew it would work, having done so in the past. Knew it even before the dead lady's fingers started to twitch or gasping breaths forced their way through once-quiet lungs.

Hah! Shinigami. What was the power to inflict death next to one who could deny it entirely? As Togabito, Cat's inherent nature already made Death little more than a passing inconvenience. Furthermore, her unique ability--the ability to make anything she struck with her metal claws Forget all existing interactions with her--apparently extended to power over death as well. With a single scratch, she could recall a dead corpse to life--provided she had contributed to that victim's death in the first place. Nor was it a phenomenon that worked only in the World of the Living, but apparently also in Rukon's spirit world as well...

Oh, the FUN she'd had in the outer districts--roaming about picking off weak souls one by one and drinking in their entertaining screams. She'd made a few return visits after the first encounter with Moebius for the sake of research; seeing how Forget worked on those it affected. The results were even greater than she could have hoped for, in a location where both people and surroundings existed as constructs of spirit particles. Apparently, this meant that dead souls dissipated when they 'died', rejoining the rest of the reishii-infused air--meaning Cat did NOT actually have to scratch the (absent) corpse itself to recall it to life. All she had to do, apparently, was strike at the reishii-filled air around her to revive a dead victim from ANYWHERE she happened to be--even at a distance from the original murder site. All it took was concentration, and it could even affect multiple victims at a go.

Since that startling revelation, she had gone about systematically picking off the dregs of Rukon society one pathetic soul at a time; reducing them to particles that could later be reborn at her convenience. She'd done so carefully, of course--attempting to stay under the radar for the time being but it was only a matter of time before those keeping close watch on the balance started to notice souls disappearing at a small but steady rate. Once they DID notice, they'd apparently sent down a specialist to monitor the situation more closely...which was exactly what white-overcoat-guy was here to do. Soul Society was nothing if not efficient at handling things that directly concerned them. The specialist might even pinpoint Cat as the cause eventually...assuming she gave them all time to reach their own conclusions.

And that was a luxury she did not intend. Soon ALL worlds--Hell, Soul Society and the Mortal realm alike--would bow before her rule.

Smirking to herself, she retreated back into the shadows.
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Re: Restoration (Open)

Post by Echidna on Wed Jul 11, 2018 10:50 pm

Echidna left the library with an armful of books, each on the a different perspective of the afterlife. As she stepped out onto the street, she made sure to stay as far from the street as the sidewalk allowed, her shoulder brushing against the buildings. There was an almost unnoticeable limp in her stride, and sunlight glittered off her left leg.

It was a good prosthetic, stronger than her other leg in fact, but the craftsmanship and appearance was crude. While it served just fine, the metal was silvery and looked uncanny. The maker had modeled it after her right leg, but it looked off. As she walked, it creaked slightly.

The Madam Echidna held her head high, but she couldn't bring herself to look at the street. A car drove past and she jumped, dropping several of her books. She cursed softly, bending to gather the fallen books. Her eyes lingered on the prosthetic before she stood back up.

It was an accident. She'd been hit by a car some time ago and hospitalized. She left as soon as her leg was strong enough to carry her out, but it became infected. Despite her effects to use Fullpull or get one of her Thralls to kill the infection, it had spread. She was hospitalized again, and lost the leg. She'd made the prosthetic herself using Fullpull. But her Fullbringer powers were severely diminishes. More than half the thralls she had captured in the Church were freed from her power, and had left.

Shaking her head, the blue-haired woman startes walking faster, heading to a construction site. She could hear the yelling of a Demi-Hollow, a Plus who had died there decades ago who recently became enraged when the construction on a Hospital 's new building began.
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Re: Restoration (Open)

Post by Shiroki on Fri Jul 13, 2018 6:13 am

Boop. Twenty.

Judging from the ticker-taped 'Do-not-cross' lines and portable stage lights strewn about the location, this seemed to be the latest filming location for that new spiritualist show that kids nowadays seemed to love so much.

Correction: that new spiritualist show that Captain Oshi seemed to like so much. Being a kid himself, Shiro liked to think at least he had better taste. Frankly he couldn't understand what was so interesting about it. Nor was that surprising, since the entire plot was 'grandstanding exorcist trying to do amateur work in front of adoring fans'. After watching a couple of episodes, it was easy to see why the Quincys hated them so. If THIS was a Quincy's (or mortal's) idea of what Shinigamis were like, he couldn't really blame them. Were he a Quincy he'd have thought Shinigami were idiots too.

Well, the so-called exorcist would have to cope with NOT having an actual spirit to exorcise that day--assuming they even noticed the difference. This could only be a good thing; he had enough on his paws without having to deal with a rabid Hollow arising from some celebrity's incompetence.

So far, a pretty mundane patrol. Nothing struck as out of the ordinary, unless you counted that unnatural chill up his spine back at the hospital and library. The kind of feeling resembling deja-vu that mortals sometimes described as 'someone walking over one's grave'. Mortals and their baffling expressions. This was the first time he'd actually felt this way, despite actually having a grave to be walked over. There was an odd sense to it all that seemed...familiar...somehow. Familiar yet still unsettling, like running your tongue over a gap in the gum where a fang used to rest. It settled stubbornly to stay in the back of his mind, an itch he couldn't scratch.

We...I've...felt this before. Should know this...feeling--

Are you still as good at hide-and-seek?

He whirled round, wordlessly activating Shikai before slamming Inukaze blade-tip down into pavement, creating a spiderweb of cracks from the point of impact. Thankfully neither Taiyo nor Hanzo had been in the vicinity to see him flip out. Because, apparently, there was nothing there but silence and shadow.

And also a dramatic crack that just happened to spring out of nowhere, if any mortals happened to be passing by close enough to notice. Let's not forget that.

Nonetheless, it would be awhile before he tore himself away from that innocently empty section of alleyway and continued on.
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Re: Restoration (Open)

Post by Cat on Fri Jul 13, 2018 7:17 am

Had she still been mortal, that encounter alone would have taken years off her life.

Damn, that was close!

She remained where she was, staring down at the cracked paving where a blade had been buried mere moments before. Idly scuffing at the zigzag patterns with her toe while musing over that strange sequence of events.

So THAT was a Shinigami Captain. She'd never have guessed there would be someone able to perceive her even with the pressure-cancelling garments she wore. This would spell trouble for future plans. He had to be removed from the equation, distracted and lured far away from Soul Society at least until her pawns were in place to handle such interruptions. And yet...

While she would never admit it, Cat had frozen still when those icicle-hued eyes had turned in her direction. Then continued to remain motionless--more from sheer surprise rather than terror at seeing the head and body those eyes belonged to: a body sporting orange-yellow fur, pointed ears and snout. Not a Shiba Inu; proportions were too angular and sharp for that...but it did share the general coloration anyway. Afterward she had been equal parts angry and confused at her reaction. Cat had seen werewolves before. Had made minions of them too, in the past. Seeing one who was a Shinigami shouldn't have come as that great a shock.

Had it just been that unexpected realization of what he was, though?

No. She'd known he was Werewolf even before he struck. Had been poised to step casually out of the way. It was not UNTIL he moved to strike that she...

Cat replayed that scene over and over again in her mind. The reaction, the response, the canine, the downward stabbing blow...

Ha! Tag, you're dead!

Nuh-uh! I'm your daimyo, you have to let ME win!

"Inu...?" overwhelmed by that unexpected memory fragment from the past, she hardly realized herself speaking aloud.

Could it really be...HIM?

"Obata...Umezawa," the name is purred rather than said, each syllable lingering like a melting dessert on the tongue.

Nothing but century-old memories and impulse as 'proof' to go on, of course. But then again, that hardly mattered. There could be no other explanation. Here they are again, reunited just like in the good old days. Shinigami though he be; Inu--HER Inu--would be her partner in crime once more. It hardly mattered that they'd come to a sticky end in the past. With him at his rightful place by her side, they could try it again.

So she waited--biding her time until the tiny Captain made a move to open a Senkaimon. Timed its opening to coincide with the moment she undid the suppression garments and took off her mask:

The effects are sudden and predictable. Already Cat is in motion, metal claws of her namesake striking independently at two targets at once: the circular white sliding doors of the Senkaimon; and the comparatively more menacing bone-adorned gate of Hell materializing in her wake. Standing revealed to all senses without her disguise, she watches at the puppy-Captain's eyes widen in disbelief a split second before paws go automatically for the zanpakuto at his side. Admirable reflexes, but just a fraction too late.

The area around them appears to spasm and buckle, with each Gate (not to mention the atmosphere of her immediate surroundings) suddenly forced to confront the paradox of Cat's very existence. The resulting feedback loop knocks her off her feet in a ripple of force that washes over everything in its path. She ponders for a fleeting moment the impact this will have on the various connected realms and those living in them, then shrugs off the question as something of minor importance.

Then she is falling; hurtling earthward at breakneck speed as surroundings pass in a blur too fast to identify. Soul Society? Hell? World of the Living? It is all of these places and neither all at once. Having attempted something similar once during a past experiment, she knows vaguely what to expect: her reckless gambit had gone as planned, creating a temporary pocket dimension that drew in those unlucky enough to be loitering nearby. It is a space outside the usual limitations where the Shinigami Captain could stay for the time being, until she figured out just what to do with him. Moreover, the feedback loop's effects also extended to Cat herself in a very Shroedinger-like fashion--splitting her essence in two and allowing her to be in both the pocket dimension as well as free to further her agenda in reality at the same time. The halves were significantly weaker by themselves than they would be as a whole and the pocket universe would only last for as long as she could focus on maintaining it; which isn't very long unfortunately. But these were limitations she could work with.

Already this manifestation of herself is planning her opening speech to him: what she'll do, what she'll say to the one person who has never been far from her mind...

"Ohayo, Inu-san--it's me, your best friend..."
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Post by Echidna on Fri Jul 13, 2018 11:56 am

The Fullbringer stopped to watch the spectacle of a Shinigami. Her eyes widened when she saw the Gate of Hell, however, and she immediately dropped to the ground, covering her head in fright as memories of the last time she saw the Gates of Hell flashed through her mind. Her books were scattered, and she heard a Human woman start to yell for help, heard the woman asking if she was alright.

But, with memories of Brenton flooding her mind, a surge of white-hot anger poured through her. She was sick of being victimized. Decades past and still, Brenton was torturing her, even while locked away in Hell his memory assaulted her.

But if the Gate was open, that meant a Sinner was here. She didn't see a sword skewer the Shinigami's assailant, which meant she must still be around.

Fullpull caused Echidna to move faster than a Human, standing and searching for the girl. She had questions only a Togabito could answer, and she would be damned herself if she didn't get them answered.

She released a portion of her powers, enough to draw attention from the spiritually aware, and enough to trigger her powers themselves. Echidna kicked off her shoes, revealing bare feet, and her skirt only reached the tops of her knees. With a tug, she pulled off the sleeves of her blouse, revealing more supple flesh. While not as powerful as her true release, it was enough exposed skin to cause people to find her attractive, and with the boost of her powers, even those not attracted to women or too young to feel that way were having a hard time not looking at her.
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