Built on the 2nd floor, Noire devises a state of the art medical area, knowing his war on Soul Society would incur injury. Several rogue 4rth Division members had been turned into Vizards and acted as immediate healers.
xxxxxAs he entered the Medical Clinic, he collapsed and the former 4rth Division Vizards came quickly to pick him up and put him on a healing bed. Immediately one of them began to heal him, but Noire was knocked out unconscious. It would appear he really overdid the exertion this time. After all, they fought nonstop for hours earlier. And Noire essentially had to win two three battles. Chi. Mana. And Jisinmusume. Sure, he had help but even she should be exhausted by now. Noire would be out for a while, he needed to heal, his mind thinking about Shizuko and Jigokuhime. And his plan to destroy Soul Society.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 5:06 pm
『Shizuko Yukimori』
Shizuko followed Noire into the clinic, and without any orders on Noire's part, was ushered over to an empty bed. It seemed that the staff had known what to expect from the mission. She was left to her own devices for a while, as her injuries were mostly superficial, and Noire was in more need of the healer's attention.
She faced the ceiling, wondering if she was going to be able to sleep. She was beyond tired, but the events of today had left a pit of confused emotions she needed to sort out. Emotions she normally would have ignored, but due to her conversation with Noire earlier, she felt a responsibility to pay attention to.
She closed her eyes, as there was a light directly above her bed that made her eyes hurt. In a few seconds it seemed her question had an answer - yes, she was able to fall asleep.
xxxxxSeveral hours later, he awoke only to feel an absurd amount of feelings overtake him. The biggest was guilt. Why did I say those things to Shizuko? How could I? In front of Jigokuhime. He unsheathed his blade and sat up in Jinzen state. He knew he would have to face Jigokuhime, only he feared her wrath. Naturally, her anger was justified and he deserved to face it. He had basically flirted with another woman, which broke many promises he had given towards Jigokuhime. As he entered the world, the road was jagged and an intense reiatsu had been pulsating. As he entered, she was near the entrance, her blade unsheathed. "You are going to die, Noire Mistalune." He stared at her, his eyes widening in fear.
xxxxxAttempting to console her, he did not at first unsheath his blade, instead he stated, "Look, Jigokuhime, I didn't mean what I was saying to her... I was just... I don't even know. It was stupid, okay! It didn't mean anything!" She growled and ran towards his slashing downwards. Unsheathing his own blade, he parried hers. "How dare you... you promised me... You told me... You said you loved me!" Tears had been forming in her eyes. She slashed with much ferocity. He had a hard time repelling the force between each of her attacks. "But... Jigoku-" She kicked him down and stated, "You don't deserve to call me that anymore." Kicking his blade away from his hand, she dug the blade into his shoulder.
xxxxxTaking the blade, she dug it in real deep, before twisting it and ripping it out of Noire. The wound was not real, but he felt it all the same. "Noire... You're nothing but a coward. Everything that you are. It's all a joke... You're a liar! Nothing you ever said was real, was it? None of the feelings. Nothing..." She then took the blade and placed the tip against his heart. Noire knew what that was. If a zanpakuto were to discard its master, it stabbed them in the heart, in the same way a Shinigami gives their powers to a human. She was essentially about to take away his ability to call on her. She was going to sever their bond, their connection which he spent so many years trying to build. "Good-bye Noire. I hope she's everything I could never be to you." She dug the blade deep into his heart, as everything began breaking into glass pieces. Her world in his mind shattered. Their relationship shattered. It was over.
xxxxxFor the first time in his life as the medical ward, he felt true guilt. And failure. Tears fell from his eyes and began to cover the blade. He touched it and felt nothing. No warmth. No warmth... it's like... It's like she's dead. I've killed her... I've killed Jigokuhime... He tried to grip the blade in his hand, but the weight of it was too much. She truly severed them. The blade couldn't even hear him now. All because he had a moment of weakness. Because, he couldn't control his hormones. Because of Shizuko. But, it wasn't her fault. It was his own, for being so weak. So Human. Without Jigokuhime, he then began to hear that voice again. The voice he tried so hard to drown out. His Hollow. The original Hollow that changed everything. "Hehehe. You did well, Noire. Now that she's out of the picture... Now it's just you and me... Just fall into an emotional abyss. I'll be waiting..." His voice echoed in Noire's mind.
内側の悪魔と踊る ❝C A P T A I NX K A LX M U B A R A K❞ Captain of Squadron Sevenxxxxxxxxx Zanjutsu Masterxxxxxxxxx Death's Reaper ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
真実はライオンのようである xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"I am the lion hearted man; fear my roar." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx'The truth is like a lion; you don't have to defend it. Let it loose; it will defend itself.'
xxxxx Who was once bound by chains was now set free by a man who fought for his people. This man had pure hatred for the shinigami, the very people that brought him to be. However, they were the same people who banished him. Noire was a man that seemed to be inside of a horror story to Kal. On his way to the Headquarters, Kal had collapsed due to exhaustion. Unlike the others, Kal had a lot of spirit energy drained from him. He was once considered one of the most feared Captains in the soul society, but now he was someone that was a distant memory. A man that had the respect of a thousand gods.
xxxxxxWhen Kal awoke from his slumber he noticed he felt a little weak. His body couldn't move but his senses were hazy as well. He could hear slight sounds that were going on in the room. Finally his vision would come back to him and he could see the ceiling of the room. His hearing came next, along with taste, and smell. Finally he could feel the bed under his body. His head would turn to face the door, which was blocked by another set of beds. Everyone was asleep except for Kal. He seemed to be the only man awake at this point in time, but for some reason he felt like he was the only one in the room. Slowly he got up and stood before taking small steps towards the door. He had fallen to his knees next to Shizuko's bed and groaned a bit. He had not moved in a very long time. His body was just now getting use to freedom. A nurse in the clinic ran to Kal's side and picked him up. She had told him to take it slow because he was weak. He thanked her with great kindness in his heart. Although he was demonic in personality. signs of his old self would occasionally come out. She blushed when he looked down at her with a white tooth smile. The nurse would let go of his body that she had been holding onto for quite some time. With an apology she, would help him walk in the room before he would get use to it. Finally he sat down next to Noire's bed, and waited for him to awaken.
xxxxxRecovering the majority of his wounds and injuries, Noire had stubbornly cast aside the qualms of the nurses within the medical Clinic. Moving to the side of the bed, he stared at Mubarak for a moment and attempted to say something, however, he couldn't find the words. He moved past him as though he was not there. Noire was not ready to talk to anyone right now. He lost the one thing that was driving him. And he needed some space. He needed time to figure himself out. Instead of communicating with anyone, he took his blade, which now had no feeling to it and headed for his bedroom. The silence was the worst part. It was like she truly discarded him. Like trash.
How long had it been a hundred years? No longer, five hundred years? No longer still, maybe a thousand years, yes that felt right. Her mind had wondered through countless ideas and problems the least of them not being Ares. At least that's what she called it, the inner hollow that had taken root within her, it seemed fitting given her zanpakutō being Athena. She found herself once more thinking of her brother, was Chi still around had he survived without her. His survival wouldn't have normally been a point of worry but after seeing her “mother" killed along with the captain, she could only hope he'd escaped.
Suddenly her body was jostled around moving sideways up and down and all around; this sudden movement slowly brought the miniature woman out of her zen like state. She'd planned to stay like this until the end of her time; no glorious final battle or happy ending, just existing. Cheiko had countless inventions planned, but had accepted they'd never be made.
However as her body stopped and she awoke, the pink hair vizard found herself no longer in a cell. She'd been freed? A quick look around showed the 7th division captain as well. Had he been corrupted and now freed as well? Looking around she asked the collection of the group, "what has happened? Where am I?"
Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 8:20 am
『Shizuko Yukimori』
As she faded back in consciousness, Shizuko moaned. Her arms felt like they each weighed a thousand pounds, and her body was on fire with aches and pains from the battle. Of course, this wasn't a totally unpleasant feeling - it was akin to the burn a marathon runner might feel after winning a race. Pain, yes, but pain that came with a sense of satisfaction.
Ignoring her body's protests, Shizuko sat up, and glanced around the room. There were still a few nurses bustling about, one of which came over to tend to her, now that she was awake. "How are you feeling?"
"Suffice to say, I feel better than I have in a long time." Giving the nurse a small smile, Shizuko shook her head at an offer of pain medication, and swiveled to sit on the edge of the bed. Standing, she once again examined the room, noticing the only two non-staff that were there were the two Vizards that had not awakened during the rescue. There was a distinct lack of Noire, which Shizuko hoped meant he had recovered quickly.
She made her way over to the one that had sat by Noire's now-empty bed, and was not appearing to do anything. She hesitate, though, reluctant to disturb the moment of silence, before said moment was shattered by the other patient's question.
Redirecting towards the other woman, Shizuko moved at the slow, careful place of a person who didn't want to put any undue stress on their body. As she arrived by the pink-haired woman's head, she laid her hand on her shoulder in a calming gesture. "Hello. We rescued you from the prison you had been kept in. We're somewhere in the Human World now, though I confess I am not entirely sure where. I only joined this group during the rescue effort. Do you need anything? Water, food, anything?"
A dark haired shinigami rose from one if the beds, the shinigami was not one that Cheiko remembered, but after 1,000 years people were bound to replace others. As the dark haired woman moved gingerly, it quickly became apparent she was injured or recovering. With this realization came an awareness of her surroundings, she was in a sort of medical ward. Cheiko's situation became clearer upon the fact they were in the world of the living being revealed.
Once the girl had finished Cheiko began to wonder did she need food or water? However as she looked closer at the person in front of her she sighed, "you look like you need more help then me. But tell you what if your that worried once your better you can buy me lunch. Sound fair?" Now that she was almost fully awake her playful side was beginning to show through.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 1:40 pm
『Shizuko Yukimori』
When the woman mentioned Shizuko's own condition, she glanced down. All over her visible skin was covered in bandages. "These make it look far worse than it actually was. They were all very superficial wounds, I wouldn't be surprised to find them all healed by now. I could use some food, though, yes. I haven't eaten since yesterday, before the mission to the Human World." The last part was said mostly to herself. She glanced back at where the other former prisoner was still sitting.
Making her decision, she stood and made her way over to him. Placing her hand on his shoulder to get his attention, she spoke softly. "Me and the other woman were going to go get lunch. Would you care to join us?"
内側の悪魔と踊る ❝C A P T A I NX K A LX M U B A R A K❞ Captain of Squadron Sevenxxxxxxxxx Zanjutsu Masterxxxxxxxxx Death's Reaper ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
真実はライオンのようである xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"I am the lion hearted man; fear my roar." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx'The truth is like a lion; you don't have to defend it. Let it loose; it will defend itself.'
xxxxx Kal had began to sense a form of darkness inside of Noire. When he awoke he seemed hollow and alone. He was silent as he looked at Kal. However, when they looked into each others eyes, Kal realized that Noire had experienced a heart breaking experience. He understood and let the man walk away. Right when he would exit, another one of them would awaken and ask where she was. Turning to face her finally, he would notice another woman there. She seemed like she wanted to say something to him but she was sidetracked by the other woman.
xxxxxx Slowly Kal would get up and begin to walk towards the door. He was stopped by a question which seemed to fit him for some reason considering he was hungry. "No, I wont join you." He said to her with a calm and low voice. Of course the did not know who these people were so he would merely introduce himself as they were the people that rescued him. "My name is Kal. Thank you for rescuing me." He said to them as he bowed and stood tall once again. He would then leave the room and continue else where.
Listening to the girl claim her wounds weren't bad Cheiko closed her eyes before she threw her hands out and shrugged her shoulders a sigh leaving her mouth. "If you say so I'll believe you," quick as a she moved her hand into a pointing gesture while smiling. "But you know if your lying to me and begin showing signs of pain I'll have to play doctor on you. Don't worry though I've a 90% survival rate, your likely to live through my treatment, I hope. " The last couple words were said in an undertone, she didn't want to scare the girl yet.
Once she was finished speaking the dark haired girl went to invite captain Mubarak who accepted and introduced himself. Clearing her throat the former 4th seat of the 12th thought she should fallow in suit. "I'm Cheiko former Vice President of the S.R.D.I. at your service shinigami woman. Oh by the way do we have Gigai to go out in? Because last I checked humans can't see us. You'll also need to lead the way as the two ofis have been in prison for about 1000 yyears give or take a decade." Cheiko spoke with a smug grin on that while Chi would know she was playing.
Shizuko stared blankly at the woman as she promised a decent survival rate. "If you were to somehow manage to produce a death on an operation involving me in my current state, I am assured you would never be allowed to operate again. Even if they were more than superficial wounds, which they aren't, they would not be anywhere close to lethal, meaning the death would fall squarely on your shoulders."
Shizuko, before leaving, decided to gather the artifacts she had brought from Soul Society, as she did not yet trust any others with them. She gathered the bundle of swords and the scroll from where they had been placed beside her bed, and made her way to the door marked exit, expecting the other two to follow her, as Cheiko had indicated they would. This is where her journey ended, though, as there was no clearly marked handle, or indeed any way to actually open the door. She stood, stumped, for a moment, before the nurse who had tended to her earlier hurried over and pressed something against a pad located on the wall to the side of the door. The doors hissed open, and the nurse gave Shizuko a small nod.
Embarrassed, Shizuko spoke without facing her companions. "It would seem that technology has advanced since I have last visited the Human World. I fear that I may be unable to lead this group in any efficient fashion."
She turned to face Cheiko. "Perhaps a former member of the 12th Division would like to take a chance at figuring out how this all works?"
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Cheiko could only laugh as girl spoke if her death being on the former 4th seat's shoulders. "Well if I was only treating the wounds you'd survive, but I tend to like to add things that don't always want to work." Continuing to giggle a bit at the joke, the pink haired woman noticed her companion retrieve a scroll and bundle of swords, yet she chose not to comment on it a rare thing for Cheiko.
As they prepared to leave the dark haired girl stopped at the door, she seemed at a loss seeing a door without a handle. It didn't take the nurse revealing the secret for Cheiko to figure it out. "So a thousand years is all it took for them to catch up with me, damn. Guess I'll need to get back to work, but first I'll need to get to my lab again. If Chi-chan never cleaned it out that is, " the woman said mostly to herself before realizing she had been spoken to.
"Oh I suppose I'll take the lead shinigami-chan. But you know if I'm leading I'll need to know your name, as shinigami isn't accurate any longer. And as for figuring this all out unless this door is old they haven't caught up to my genius yet." Laughing she once again displayed her lack of humility, Cheiko actually loved to show off. "So shall we go out miss?" Asking as she stood next to the door with her right hand out, though she knew this would likely be one of her future hangouts; Cheiko found her curiosity to great to sustain, she had to go out and see the world.
((OOC: Our other member has been posting in the hospital so I guess he left, which is why I'm posting))
Shizuko listened quietly as the former 12th Division Shinigami spoke, talking about how the world has not quite caught up to her genius. "Hubris is unbecoming. If a simple door is all they have advanced in the last thousand years, then I will be sorely disappointed in them. There are new inventions, to be sure, we must merely discover them."
Shizuko stepped through the door into the hallway she had entered through the previous night, and was confronted with a layout of the tower embossed on the wall. "There are rooms for eating along this hall, intended for both the nurses and the patients of the hospital. Alternatively, we could ascend to the 49th floor, where there is a recreation room." Both options had been marked clearly as having food, so it was really a simple choice. However, she had left it up to Cheiko to guide, so she awaited her decision.
"My name is Shizuko Yukimori. I am the former 6th seat of the 2nd Division, traitor as of... recently." As she introduced herself, it occurred to Shizuko that she had no idea what the current time was - the hall had no windows of any description, and she had no idea just how long she had been asleep.
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