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  1. Good Ol Yuro

    Rising in Rukognai, ripples in the water . . .

    At last the time of night had befallen the medical camp and Yuroshima looked up to the star dotted sky in despair, moving the rest of his expansion into Nahgistahd was already going to prove irritating and tiresome enough without the contribution of a lack of sleep. His men returned from their tents and seemed to have made good use of the little time they had been allotted to prepare. Team Yuro then approaches team San and the Lieutenant himself steps forth handing the officer a copy of the map he had shown him earlier detailing the locations of the camps and lakes, and various environmental vantage points which surrounded both. “The camps aren’t very close, but they also aren’t extremely far either.” The Restoration specialist states. “If for any reason you should need help or back up fire the largest Shakkaho you can manage into the air, I have squads of lower level but more plentiful shinigami that will move to you for back up if need be.” And indeed the camps were a little bit of a distance away, positioned more by District 48 which still went by its “District Name” and rested south of Naghistahd which was formerly District 49. These were the easy days and the veiled one dreaded the soon to come days that they would venture even further out from the Seireitei. Rukognai had changed drastically since the disaster event that shaped the new world. Team Yuro then departed. Yuroshima leads his team which consisted of Jim, Izo and Ikenzo through the waist high tall grass under the ivory spotlight of the moon, they had began departing from San and his squad at an angle some time ago and were now very far apart from them in the field, Sans team beginning to move into the forest to get a better entry point for the lake camps, indeed they were beginning to draw near the lake. Yuroshima’s glossy gray eyes pierce through the darkness in the direction of the 7th Division Officer who now led his subordinates as they drew closer and closer to the lake. “Good luck to you.” Yuroshima mumbles under his breath before refocusing his attention forward. San and his team would move with swiftness, using the forest to close in on the camps along the lake…… Finally exiting the tall grass field which acted as a makeshift border between the districts the four are submerged in the even deeper darkness of the dense forested areas starting with their mission commander, one by one the leapt into the trees as to move with even less chance of detection and to avoid trip wires if the members of these camps were more clever than they had anticipated. Hopping branch to branch, tree top to tree top , using shunpo to quicken the process. At last the Lieutenant comes to a stop, evoking his subordinates to halt in various positions, above below and behind him. “Do you see it? In the distance?” He poses the question to Jim. “That feint Orange glow?” The Bandana Badass replies, “Yeah, I see it.” In the distance, one could make out a soft orange light obscured by the trees and thick brush which littered the area. “That must be the first camp.” They venture closer in the same fashion, now perched above their target. 6 tents surrounded one large roaring fire, there were three sleeping mats on the ground as well hinting at even more troops than the tents could hold. One man lay on one of them mats. Three men stood on alert forming a triangular parameter around the camp yet out of leisurely purposes stood close to that which they guarded as to still hold random conversation with those who were not using their time to sleep. Beyond that only four men could be seen, they sat around the camp fire and held their own conversation which had to do with matters like uprisings and rights and distrust of the Shinigami. There was only one true way to do this quickly and with little to no casualties to either party. The three subordinates who had accompanied Yuroshima knew the plan and would now wait on their mission Commander to make the first move. He waits only a moment before deeming no information of value would come from listening to the enemies conversation before aiming his palm at their fire. He waits a moment as his subordinates shield their eyes, some with their hands and some with the crooks of their arms as to have their sight adjusted beforehand. Yuro too closes his eyes after fixating his palm in the correct position and waits a few moments before building the power he would use for this spell. He had never attempted Tenran before, he could have used Sho but saw this lower level mission as a chance to gain some amount of practice with the technique he wished to learn. His eyes still shut yet arm unmoved he calls chants the name in an attempt to evoke the power, “Tenran!” His voice calls out, causing some of the guards to jump out of startlement. The powerful blast of wind chaotically rushes towards the large fire in a rough and rather horrid spinning motion before slamming into the flames and putting them out. The Lieutenant could feel that the kido had been fired imperfectly but resolved that next time he would have it for sure. Black splashed across the Veiled Ones eyes, replacing the vibrant and flickering orange which had been there prior and instantly he opens them and leaps from his perch downward firing a Sai upon his landing and immediately disabling one of the combatants another stands and unsheathes his thick brutish sword, slashing it towards Yuro’s head before he ducks and shoves the attacker with great strength in the direction of Izo who began to subdue him. Jim and Ikenzo as well began their own respective fights with the three guards, disabling the enemy with their own preferred Bakudo, so far no lives had to be spent and the Restoration Specialist had hoped to keep that trend flowing. This left the remaining two men to the Veiled Vice Captain who after shoving the man to Izo had rushed forth attempting to knock one of his adversaries unconscious with a strong Hakudo style strike to the head. The man however had sharper reflex than the Lieutenant had counted on and ducked and rolled beneath the blow. The second had seen this as an opportunity and rushed forth, club raised. Yuroshima responds by taking a step backward and uses the momentum to send a stern back kick into the man’s gut. The Veiled one pushes hard after the initial strike, shoving the bandit back a distance, causing him to stumble and fall back against the log he was sitting on. He had to be careful and play this smart, these were very murky lines separating his actions from Illegality and the more Rukognai citizens he could avoid killing the better. Suddenly one by one two men burst from two of the tents facing opposite each other and rushed for their weapons, one letting out a war cry and rushing in the direction of Jim and Ikenzo who were still subduing their own enemies. Izo quickly tackles this assailant down and the two begin wrestling over his weapon. The Second begins to rush Yuroshima who was still locked in his two on one. Yuro quickly pulls the thick strong sheathed sword from his waist and springs forth towards his first attacked holding the sheathed Zanpakuto up sternly and blocking the mans strike with ease he quickly grabs the Bandits wrist and elbow, digging his foot into the ground he leaps backward taking the man with him before spinning and using the enemies body levers which he had a hold of to redirect his position behind the Lieutenant. The Second attack swung his club not realizing Yuroshima’s maneuver and smacks his friend upside the head with the hard wood weapon. The man drops to the ground unconscious before the club wielding bandits arms are forced at his side with a golden Hainawa the Lieutenant had fired directly after the strike. The one who had rushed from his tent had already grabbed his weapon and was rushing towards Yuroshima with almost no time in between his arrival and the defeat of his two comrades. Letting out a bellowing yell he swing his large claymore style sword down towards the Veiled Shinigami who now grips his Sheathed Zan with both hands raising it up in an angled swing style block in order to perform a parry. The weapon clashes against the black sheathe and is knocked fiercely upward. In one motion Yuroshima resheathes his Zan and rushes forth, using his right arm to wrap around the man’s throat while using a half spin on his heel to lock in place behind him. The lieutenant then sends a hard kick to the back of one of the enemies legs before falling backward. Upon landing on the ground with the enemy on top of him he begins to tighten his hold to attempt and force him to pass out due to lack of oxygen. But the enemy’s physical strength is truly impressive even by shinigam standards, as man of the bandits in the new worlds spirutal and physical strength were. The man thrashes about, his neck tense and thick and he was not losing consciousness as fast as Yuro had hoped. The Veiled shinigami struggles to hold onto the man with one arm while holding the wrist of hand which held his weapon with the other for he had started to swing it around.. before he tightens both grips and pushes off the ground with one of his legs rolling over once and then using the momentum to roll over two more times with the man in his grasp. Upon the end of the third roll he throws the man’s hand which clutched his sword down onto the smoldering firewood, burning the back of it severely and both forcing him to release it and breaking his rage and concentration. Quickly Yuroshima uses this opportunity to tight his hold once more, instantly cutting off the mans oxygen he falls asleep in mere seconds with a pained gurgling noise before he too is bound by Bakudo. The unconscious bodies are dragged and formed into a pile so the lieutenant may paralyze them for a while with Geki while they go and repeat this seige at the other camp until Yuroshima notices something. “One of them is missing.” He states. “What do you mean? How?” Ikenzo asks, confusion forming in his expression. “He must have slipped away, but the one I had bounded in Sai when we first dropped is not in that pile.” Yuro replies before raising his palm and casting the bright red Bakudo over the group of enemies, wondering what the implications of this snag would be. Moments prior - Bojuma runs through the forest as quickly as he could with his hands bound behind his back by this seemingly unbreakable energy which glowed gold behind him. He dashes like crazy in what he hopes in the right direction, fear pumping through his heart before he finally spots who he had hoped to see. “Jamire!” He shouts out in a rasped whisper. The black haired Bandit, holding two armfuls of firewood halts in his steps at the calling of his mind. “Hello?” He whispers loudly back. “Is someone there?” He squints through the darkness before seeing the feint golden glow rushing towards him, he is startled and drops the wood before realizing it was his closest friend and tent mate in the rebellion. “Bojuma?” he asks, voice now louder. “Shhh!” The Bound bandit snaps at him. “Our camp just got attacked, I’m sure it was taken down, I rolled into the brush during the struggle and began running in the direction I thought I had seen you walk.” An expression of fear plasters across Jamires face as he begins to look back and forth, now afraid and unsure of himself in the dark, “Well what do we do about it?” He asks. “We have to get to the next closest camp and warn them, hopefully they haven’t already been assaulted too.” His friend replies before turning around. “Can you get me out of this?” He asks showing the gleaming Bakudo which bound his hands. “Oh man I wouldn’t know how..” He begins before Bojuma cuts him off, “Just try please.” He states evoking his comrade to draw his short thick machete style blade. He gives the Bakudo a few strikes before realizing no normal weapon could ever break such a thing. The two share a concerned glance realizing one of them would have absolutely no combat capability before the two take off quickly in the direction of the second camp. WC(Tenran) - 836 TWC – 2,158
  2. Good Ol Yuro

    Rising in Rukognai, ripples in the water . . .

    At last the time of night had befallen the medical camp and Yuroshima looked up to the star dotted sky in despair, moving the rest of his expansion into Nahgistahd was already going to prove irritating and tiresome enough without the contribution of a lack of sleep. His men returned from their tents and seemed to have made good use of the little time they had been allotted to prepare. Team Yuro then approaches team San and the Lieutenant himself steps forth handing the officer a copy of the map he had shown him earlier detailing the locations of the camps and lakes, and various environmental vantage points which surrounded both. “The camps aren’t very close, but they also aren’t extremely far either.” The Restoration specialist states. “If for any reason you should need help or back up fire the largest Shakkaho you can manage into the air, I have squads of lower level but more plentiful shinigami that will move to you for back up if need be.” And indeed the camps were a little bit of a distance away, positioned more by District 48 which still went by its “District Name” and rested south of Naghistahd which was formerly District 49. These were the easy days and the veiled one dreaded the soon to come days that they would venture even further out from the Seireitei. Rukognai had changed drastically since the disaster event that shaped the new world. Team Yuro then departed. Yuroshima leads his team which consisted of Jim, Izo and Ikenzo through the waist high tall grass under the ivory spotlight of the moon, they had began departing from San and his squad at an angle some time ago and were now very far apart from them in the field, Sans team beginning to move into the forest to get a better entry point for the lake camps, indeed they were beginning to draw near the lake. Yuroshima’s glossy gray eyes pierce through the darkness in the direction of the 7th Division Officer who now led his subordinates as they drew closer and closer to the lake. “Good luck to you.” Yuroshima mumbles under his breath before refocusing his attention forward. San and his team would move with swiftness, using the forest to close in on the camps along the lake…… Finally exiting the tall grass field which acted as a makeshift border between the districts the four are submerged in the even deeper darkness of the dense forested areas starting with their mission commander, one by one the leapt into the trees as to move with even less chance of detection and to avoid trip wires if the members of these camps were more clever than they had anticipated. Hopping branch to branch, tree top to tree top , using shunpo to quicken the process. At last the Lieutenant comes to a stop, evoking his subordinates to halt in various positions, above below and behind him. “Do you see it? In the distance?” He poses the question to Jim. “That feint Orange glow?” The Bandana Badass replies, “Yeah, I see it.” In the distance, one could make out a soft orange light obscured by the trees and thick brush which littered the area. “That must be the first camp.” They venture closer in the same fashion, now perched above their target. 6 tents surrounded one large roaring fire, there were three sleeping mats on the ground as well hinting at even more troops than the tents could hold. One man lay on one of them mats. Three men stood on alert forming a triangular parameter around the camp yet out of leisurely purposes stood close to that which they guarded as to still hold random conversation with those who were not using their time to sleep. Beyond that only four men could be seen, they sat around the camp fire and held their own conversation which had to do with matters like uprisings and rights and distrust of the Shinigami. There was only one true way to do this quickly and with little to no casualties to either party. The three subordinates who had accompanied Yuroshima knew the plan and would now wait on their mission Commander to make the first move. He waits only a moment before deeming no information of value would come from listening to the enemies conversation before aiming his palm at their fire. He waits a moment as his subordinates shield their eyes, some with their hands and some with the crooks of their arms as to have their sight adjusted beforehand. Yuro too closes his eyes after fixating his palm in the correct position and waits a few moments before building the power he would use for this spell. He had never attempted Tenran before, he could have used Sho but saw this lower level mission as a chance to gain some amount of practice with the technique he wished to learn. His eyes still shut yet arm unmoved he calls chants the name in an attempt to evoke the power, “Tenran!” His voice calls out, causing some of the guards to jump out of startlement. The powerful blast of wind chaotically rushes towards the large fire in a rough and rather horrid spinning motion before slamming into the flames and putting them out. The Lieutenant could feel that the kido had been fired imperfectly but resolved that next time he would have it for sure. Black splashed across the Veiled Ones eyes, replacing the vibrant and flickering orange which had been there prior and instantly he opens them and leaps from his perch downward firing a Sai upon his landing and immediately disabling one of the combatants another stands and unsheathes his thick brutish sword, slashing it towards Yuro’s head before he ducks and shoves the attacker with great strength in the direction of Izo who began to subdue him. Jim and Ikenzo as well began their own respective fights with the three guards, disabling the enemy with their own preferred Bakudo, so far no lives had to be spent and the Restoration Specialist had hoped to keep that trend flowing. This left the remaining two men to the Veiled Vice Captain who after shoving the man to Izo had rushed forth attempting to knock one of his adversaries unconscious with a strong Hakudo style strike to the head. The man however had sharper reflex than the Lieutenant had counted on and ducked and rolled beneath the blow. The second had seen this as an opportunity and rushed forth, club raised. Yuroshima responds by taking a step backward and uses the momentum to send a stern back kick into the man’s gut. The Veiled one pushes hard after the initial strike, shoving the bandit back a distance, causing him to stumble and fall back against the log he was sitting on. He had to be careful and play this smart, these were very murky lines separating his actions from Illegality and the more Rukognai citizens he could avoid killing the better. Suddenly one by one two men burst from two of the tents facing opposite each other and rushed for their weapons, one letting out a war cry and rushing in the direction of Jim and Ikenzo who were still subduing their own enemies. Izo quickly tackles this assailant down and the two begin wrestling over his weapon. The Second begins to rush Yuroshima who was still locked in his two on one. Yuro quickly pulls the thick strong sheathed sword from his waist and springs forth towards his first attacked holding the sheathed Zanpakuto up sternly and blocking the mans strike with ease he quickly grabs the Bandits wrist and elbow, digging his foot into the ground he leaps backward taking the man with him before spinning and using the enemies body levers which he had a hold of to redirect his position behind the Lieutenant. The Second attack swung his club not realizing Yuroshima’s maneuver and smacks his friend upside the head with the hard wood weapon. The man drops to the ground unconscious before the club wielding bandits arms are forced at his side with a golden Hainawa the Lieutenant had fired directly after the strike. The one who had rushed from his tent had already grabbed his weapon and was rushing towards Yuroshima with almost no time in between his arrival and the defeat of his two comrades. Letting out a bellowing yell he swing his large claymore style sword down towards the Veiled Shinigami who now grips his Sheathed Zan with both hands raising it up in an angled swing style block in order to perform a parry. The weapon clashes against the black sheathe and is knocked fiercely upward. In one motion Yuroshima resheathes his Zan and rushes forth, using his right arm to wrap around the man’s throat while using a half spin on his heel to lock in place behind him. The lieutenant then sends a hard kick to the back of one of the enemies legs before falling backward. Upon landing on the ground with the enemy on top of him he begins to tighten his hold to attempt and force him to pass out due to lack of oxygen. But the enemy’s physical strength is truly impressive even by shinigam standards, as man of the bandits in the new worlds spirutal and physical strength were. The man thrashes about, his neck tense and thick and he was not losing consciousness as fast as Yuro had hoped. The Veiled shinigami struggles to hold onto the man with one arm while holding the wrist of hand which held his weapon with the other for he had started to swing it around.. before he tightens both grips and pushes off the ground with one of his legs rolling over once and then using the momentum to roll over two more times with the man in his grasp. Upon the end of the third roll he throws the man’s hand which clutched his sword down onto the smoldering firewood, burning the back of it severely and both forcing him to release it and breaking his rage and concentration. Quickly Yuroshima uses this opportunity to tight his hold once more, instantly cutting off the mans oxygen he falls asleep in mere seconds with a pained gurgling noise before he too is bound by Bakudo. The unconscious bodies are dragged and formed into a pile so the lieutenant may paralyze them for a while with Geki while they go and repeat this seige at the other camp until Yuroshima notices something. “One of them is missing.” He states. “What do you mean? How?” Ikenzo asks, confusion forming in his expression. “He must have slipped away, but the one I had bounded in Sai when we first dropped is not in that pile.” Yuro replies before raising his palm and casting the bright red Bakudo over the group of enemies, wondering what the implications of this snag would be. Moments prior - Bojuma runs through the forest as quickly as he could with his hands bound behind his back by this seemingly unbreakable energy which glowed gold behind him. He dashes like crazy in what he hopes in the right direction, fear pumping through his heart before he finally spots who he had hoped to see. “Jamire!” He shouts out in a rasped whisper. The black haired Bandit, holding two armfuls of firewood halts in his advance at the calling of his name. “Hello?” He whispers loudly back. “Is someone there?” He squints through the darkness before seeing the feint golden glow rushing towards him, he is startled and drops the wood before realizing it was his closest friend and tent mate in the rebellion. “Bojuma?” he asks, voice now louder. “Shhh!” The Bound bandit snaps at him. “Our camp just got attacked, I’m sure it was taken down, I rolled into the brush during the struggle and began running in the direction I thought I had seen you walk.” An expression of fear plasters across Jamires face as he begins to look back and forth, now afraid and unsure of himself in the dark, “Well what do we do about it?” He asks. “We have to get to the next closest camp and warn them, hopefully they haven’t already been assaulted too.” His friend replies before turning around. “Can you get me out of this?” He asks showing the gleaming Bakudo which bound his hands. “Oh man I wouldn’t know how..” He begins before Bojuma cuts him off, “Just try please.” He states evoking his comrade to draw his short thick machete style blade. He gives the Bakudo a few strikes before realizing no normal weapon could ever break such a thing. The two share a concerned glance realizing one of them would have absolutely no combat capability before the two take off quickly in the direction of the second camp. WC(Tenran) - 836 TWC – 2,158
  3. Good Ol Yuro

    Rising in Rukognai, ripples in the water . . .

    To this Yuroshima nods, he had taken slight interest into the potential and capabilities of Shino quite some time prior both for skill he had demonstrated against the only raid attempt near the beginning of the camps time in between the districts but also because his appearance had reminded him of the deceased Benor from one of his earliest missions as a Shinigami. “Thank you Officer Salvatore.” He replies then motioning for the remaining three Shinigami to step forth. He knew them all already, Izo Tetsuyana who wore the standard uniform and kept his blonde hair short and Jim with his usual black bandana both from the ninth division along with Ikenzo Muguruma , the angry healer from earlier with his thick framed glasses and short brown hair. He was unsure if bringing Jim along would be a good idea but the ninth division officer insisted and so Yuroshima obliged his comrade. “The map.” The Lieutenant states evoking Ikenzo to step forth and hand a medium sized sheet of paper to him. He then steps forth beckoning for San to look at the map with him. “I was going to have you take the two camps that are positioned on this lake, theres one on each side so if you wanted any advice it would be to try and take the first that you decide to go for as silently as possible. The lake is rather large though it would need to be quite a commotion for the second camp across to hear your takeover. That leaves me and mine to handle the two which are dug into the forest at the foot of the field that leads to the lake.” He pauses, looking up to the sky, “It’ll be night within the hour so we will go when it is dark as to be better obscured, beyond that all planning can be left up to you as you’ll be leading your portion of the assault.” WC - 326
  4. Good Ol Yuro

    Rising in Rukognai, ripples in the water . . .

    The Seated officer listens to Yuro as he hints at a mission involving multiple small bandit camps. “I am happy to oblige you, an lend my services to your....our cause.” He states, holding a tone of full fledged support. "Are our intentions to kill, wiping the threat completely, or are we willing to give these men a chance....” He continues, evoking from Yuroshima a response, “Making arrests comes first.” He explains, “But if they will not immidiatly surrender, or even reach towards their weapon… we cant risk Shinigami or other Citizens just because some chose such an unsavory mode of being you know.? They are to be dispatched with quickness and efficiency.” He pauses, “I don’t know what kind of man or fighter you are but if you have the soul of a warrior and enjoy the shouting , ecstasy and showmen ship of combat I would ask you leave all of that void in this mission, it would only serve to upset the population bandit or not.” He eyes the 5th seat from behind his ever concealing veil, “I would prefer quick clean killings.” "I am confident you may have some detail as how many men are within?” He tired to ask all the nessary questions." "Other then that what is the plan Lieutenant?” He finishes. To this the Restoration specialist nods, “Yes and no, these are small encampments that my scouts explain have to have sprung from another larger camp which they are searching for now but that camp will be dealt with by… other means..” He states, a wink in his voice, “So as far as number of men I don’t think we should be expecting more than the five to ten range, maybe fifteen at a wild maximum but again these are small groups, theres 4 we know of I was thinking you could handle two and I could handle two as well.” He pauses a moment as to not ramble before continuing, “Might as well put the rest of these squad nine soldiers to work before they too have to return.” Once the conversation had concluded Yuroshima had sent one of his subordinates, the one who also concealed his face, to gather the volunteers outside his tent, and soon the time came to meet them. He exits the tent, the Lieutenant of the Restoration Corps and eyes the 6 men before him until turning his gaze back to San “Take your pick of 3, Officer Salvatore.” He states, waving an arm over the direction of the group of Shinigami before them. WC – 425 OOC – descriptions, names and personality of the three you pick is up to you, can be as bland or cool as you want.
  5. Good Ol Yuro

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  6. Good Ol Yuro

    Rising in Rukognai, ripples in the water . . .

    Yuroshima listens thoughtfully while the Officer speaks, pleased he was enjoying the Cigar for they were the first ones he had hand rolled himself although he didn’t tell anyone that for fear of seeming braggadocios. When San had finished speaking the Lieutenant replied, the very end of the officers words piquing his interest most, “Well its good your close with your Vice Captain, and twenty to fifty troops would be a god send right now… but if you really want to help me with Bandit threats that are around our camp right now… I may have an errand in mind you can help me run, I was going to do it today before the next unit of division nine soldiers had to leave the encampment.” He pauses a moment, “Nothing serious, it’s a small chain of camps forming on a northern crest to the territories we currently occupy and is beginning to cause trouble for the people of Nahgistahd. I have a few Shinigami here that would be comfortable in coming along, as the highest ranks we could form into two groups and sweep the camps before the day is over.” WC – 191 OOC – sorry it wasn’t much I wasn’t sure what all I could do or say other than initiate something to come next
  7. Good Ol Yuro

    Rising in Rukognai, ripples in the water . . .

    "Sorry Lieutenant,forgive my bluntness.Please lead the way.” The officer states. “Not at all.” The Lieutenant replies kindly as the two begin to make their way back through the tent comprised maze, “We’re amongst friends here, I’m just extremely cautious about certain things.” He explains before the Officer follows up by stating, “By the way i am truly grateful to see another looking out for these poor souls as i have in my districts.....even thought my help came in the art of killing, defending an yours in treatment..” To this Yuro laughs half hollowly thinking back to the battles fought on the road to establishing the work around them. “Indeed.” He replies. A few twists and turns later and at last they begin approaching a large circular white tent with a maroon flag waving proudly at the top, the thick black symbol of the Restoration Corps stamped prominently on the entrance flaps. Yuro looks at the entrance a moment, realizing he should probably get a special lock for tents or even build a door way inside, “This is it.” He tells the Officer while looking over his shoulder before the leading the 5th seat into his abode, still lit warmly in orange hues by the lanterns all around, he holds the flap back while San enters. “Would you like me to rewarm the pot of tea? Or perhaps a cigar? I have a couple Tobacco and Ken Ken varieties.” He offers, “Gets rather boring out here during the slow points.” He adds jokingly. “As for your questions and suggestions.” The Lieutenant begins to talk of more official matters, “As you may have noticed, there was quite a lack of guards when you had come to our camp today, that’s because the Squad 9 Subordinates I was given to assist me with this operation, were only contracted to me for a short time and word came roughly a week ago that they were going to have to start taking most of them back to perform their duties back at the Seireitei. So as far as you supplying troops from the 7th division, that would be a true blessing if you can get the clearance for it. Because you are right, the Districts are an awful place.. worse now than they ever have been in the wake of the disaster that flipped the worlds organizations upside down. “ He glances at his wooden chest a moment but resolves to not grab the map yet. “We will want to honestly just focus on getting the Squad 7 troops you had in mind here for we cant really defend against the bandit camps that are starting to rise up around us and catch wind of our presence nor expand into further territories without that step being completed first. After we have more military capability we can do as we wish with it.” The Lieutenant finishes, pondering the notion of how useful it would be for him to inact his plans and attempt to train certain members in his Division to be more Combat efficient.. with all the tides turning as of late.. he may need to take Captaincy sooner than he had planned. WC - 528
  8. Good Ol Yuro

    Rising in Rukognai, ripples in the water . . .

    "Its a pleasure to finally meet you Lieutenant....?...” The Seated officer inquires for a name however Yuro merely pretends to have not picked up on the request in order to not come off rude, “Its nice to have a visitor from back home, as far as Shinigami go.. we have only had each other out here for months. “ He shrugs. "Seems me dismissing your officer got under his skin. I meant no disrespect I just thought his time an skills could been used for someone more in need them myself.” San continues. To this the Lieutenant laughs warmly, “Hes just crazy don’t worry about him, man loves his job so much it kind of makes me uncomfortable at times.” He explains. The Seated Officer of the Seventh Division then explains that he had come to see if the rumors of Yuroshima’s work in these territories were what he had heard, offering his hand to shake after. Yuroshima outstretches his arm and grasps the visitors hand who then explains that his wounds could be dealt with later before getting to the real point of his presence. Now the true reason i have come...I was wondering if you may have the personal to expand this into the districts 50-55,possibly 50-60.I have grew in those districts and have earned there loyalties an respect.I can assure you they would be more then glad an willing to accept your help.” He would pause a moment before looking around the camp, returning his gaze to Yuro."As i have looked around though i have seen some potential risks. I know you probably don’t want to come off as a military camp and more an open medical facility. However as you know the Districts are stricken with crime, thugs, criminals corruption as well us Soul Reapers aren’t to fairly liked. So from What i have seen maybe i can reinforce your camps, provide some extra security to say the least.” He finishes, his words giving the Lieutenant much joy and excitement although the restoration specialist doesn’t allow these emotions to surface too obviously , fearing certain members outside there division or even rukognai citizens may hear this discussion. “That’s exactly what’s needed.” He replies in a friendly manor, “But we should have a discussion this important elsewhere, would you like to come with me to my tent?” For a moment he wonders if he should have one of his subordinates run and stop the Mayor, the District Lord, Jim and his Veiled agent before they left the boundaries of the camp for they made up his makeshift council in these strange and changing times, but resolves then that he should wait on that until he knows of Sans true intentions and values, “Indeed.. he must prove himself.” Yuro thinks while awaiting the 5th seats answer. WC - 468
  9. Good Ol Yuro

    Rising in Rukognai, ripples in the water . . .

    OOC - Nah description of the camps is good The large white canvas tent which acted as the Lieutenants home away from home, on this evening contained a handful of spectators within its confines. The inside, which was simply a large round room, was lit up warmly by many lanterns which sat any multiple random locations all around the space..on the floor, on shelves, tables. A mattress of hay stuffed cloth lay in the further left hand “corner” with a dark wooden chest at the foot of it but the action currently was focused in the center of the room around a thick round table that had been made from a ridiculously large tree stump. On the tables surface were a couple lanterns, cups of tea and half finished biscuits alongside new and half smoked cigars containing varying mixes of tobacco and ken ken. However the main object of focus was the large map of the surrounding territories, littered with circles and marks of various colors. Gathered around this spread were the Restoration Lieutenant, his current right hand Jim, an unknown man in a gray robe, Mayor Keyante, and one shinigami who like Yuro had has his face concealed. The tent had grown hot, and so the Lieutenant now only wore the lower half of his Shinigami uniform, the upper half hanging down around it, and his veil. The group talked amongst themselves attempting to make sense of situations and plans to come. “We can’t worry about them yet.” Yuroshima states, his index finger tapping a violet circle on the map, “One thing at a time you know? Lets discuss that after we finish expanding my operations into Nahgistahd tomorrow.” The elder nods to this in approval while taking a long thoughtful hit of his cigar. Suddenly the meeting is interrupted by the entrance flaps of the tent hastily being pushed aside as a Shinigami rushes into the room. “Sir!” he says in a raised voice before being visibly startled at the unexpected meeting. The sudden intrusion causes Yuro to lurch forward and roll up the map in haste, and Jim to shout out in anger and reach for his Zanpakuto, a look of terror and worry in his eyes but Yuroshima quickly places a palm on his shoulder, calming him slightly with the energy of Kan’Yo Na Hira. The Bandana wearing Shinigami appears ashamed and quickly exits the tent. “Jim.” Yuro calls after him gently, frowning behind his veil.. Jim had been very wound up and on edge since the war.. something awful had happened and the Restoration specialist was unsure of how to help him, With a hand on hip, his vibrant gray eyes, glistening behind his white veil lock onto the lower level Shinigami who had entered. “Im so sorry Lieutenant I shouldn’t have barged in I was just excited to finally be the one delivering messages and not just standing post..” he states timidly, “No no.” Yuroshima replies, “Its fine this time, just don’t enter like that in the future.” He glances to the Mayor and gray robed man, then back to his subordinate, “What is it you need to tell me.” He finishes. The Shinigami then relays the message he had been given, “Sir, the 5th seat of the 7th Division, San Salvatore has arrived at our camps in injury, he was specifically requesting to meet with you.” To this the Lieutenant nods, turning to the others he states, “Well gentlemen we will have to conclude this just a little earlier than usual.” He begins pulling back up the upper half of his uniform and putting it on properly although not retrieving the white sleeves he usually wore under it and so both forearms were exposed, it was not for a poor reason that he had decided to conclude the meeting to go to this Shinigami, Yuroshima was partially aware that he had a positive and known reputation in certain regions of rukongai and saw such a fated coming together as an opportunity. He takes hold of the now rolled up map and ties a thin brown string around it to keep it bound for now, before walking over to his dark wood chest and placing it inside, locking the chest afterward. He walks everyone out of the tent, also not grabbing his Lieutenants badge, and then follows the messenger to the location of the 5th seat. After some time, he approaches the crates where his visitor had been waiting. “Officer Salvatore.” He calls out in a glad tone, raising a hand in the hello gesture as his messenger then turns and walks away. He sees the 5th seat and a couple of his own Restoration specialists around him, then noticing San’s bandaged wounds and how they were not fresh. “Has no one given your wounds medical attention yet?” He asks in a confused and half irritated manor. “NO!” One of the specialists angrily shouts causing the Lieutenant to jump a bit and shoot him a look of confusion. “We offered to care for his wounds.. HE refused US!” The voice finishes, coming from a healer with short brown hair and thick black frame glasses, his hands ball up into fists and begin shaking. “Oh….” Yuroshima says, clearly taken aback by the reaction, “Alrighty..” He finishes. “Ewhuhhh.” The Angered healer murmurs as he stomps around the corner of the crates heading back towards the tents. He stops a moment when out of sight, under the cover of the crates and poses in a half squat. “Turn down our quality work..like we aren’t the best of the best..mother/...” He hisses under his breath. “MM! MM!” He punches himself in the cheek twice with medium force, creating a small slapping sound before he continues storming away. The Lieutenant stares in the healers general direction a few moments longer, one brow raised behind his veil before turning back to San and breaking the now awkward silence. “Anyway..” He begins, “I could just rid you of any wounds on your body right now.” He offers, reaching for the hidden Zanpakuto in the back of his uniform, smaller than the visible one on his hip. “If you want I mean, but if not what brings you here to my camps.” WC – 1,031
  10. Good Ol Yuro

    Rising in Rukognai, ripples in the water . . .

    Prologue – He sits slouched forward in a tent foreign to the Gotei Thirteen. Reflecting on the meeting in his mind’s eye he stares blankly at the scarf like black cloth. “No..” The Voice of the Mayor states plainly and broodingly. “I’m sorry but I cannot accept an entire militant camp to just pop up in my village within days, especially considering how divided this Village is on Shinigami presence. I mean.. we don’t even call it a district anymore for the fact that that is title from the Court Squads.” To this the Veiled one nods. “I understand that aspect of it of course, but it’s not as if though we would be simply squatting on your land, we plan to implement valuable service a-” The Mayor Raises his hand. “Lieutenant, with respect to you for your position and prowess in removing much of the bandit groups from this reason, the people simply don’t care and largely don’t know about that, nor would they for service like this.” Yuroshima shakes his head, “That isn’t the same, I was sent on a mission to battle them anyhow, it wasn’t true service and like you said the majority people didn’t even know of the events that day as a large portion of the town had been evacuated, but they would know about this. And this service is much different, this is health care, this is medicinal science and the ability to feel good or not die in a situation where had we not been here the patient surely would have passed.” His words bring silence, Jim merely standing uncomfortably behind, unsure of what he could add to the conversation. A ragged sigh escapes the elders lips and he slides his hand over the top of his thick gray dread locks. “I don’t know..” He half mumbles. “Surely the solving of nearly all your medical problems is incentive enough.” The Lieutenant attempts to tend the newly formed and small spark of the negotiation, “What of this newly formed community that broke off from the District next door? They’ve been conducting a series of attacks or so I’ve heard from the random that have ventured to our camps in search of real care… could our medical prowess not aid in this as well?” The Mayor nods gently and silently, clearly pondering something thoughtfully; he raises his hand gently dragging his index finger across the corner of his mouth before sighing out once more, but more harshly. “No.. what we could really benefit from is those attacks not happening anymore period.” An uncomfortable vibe emits from the two shinigami as they glance awkwardly at each other, knowing all too well what would be asked of them next. “Were you to deal with such a problem im sure the Village could be convinced of trust in you.. over time at the least..” He finishes, answered only by a couple more moments of silence. “Mayor Keyante.. we cant-” Jim begins but is cut off by his commanding officer hastily lifting his hand in a stop motion, “In what way exactly would you want our help in taking care of this problem?” “Not only do you and yours posses superior medical ability, but combat capability as well. Help us defeat them, and conquer them.” This was a larger ask than even Yuro had expected.. it was already uncomfortable enough the Idea of Shinigami meddling in the Districts conflicts in this specific slice of time where such a thing is a political taboo, but to literally aid one specific territory in taking the land of another? Those consequences and implications were far too deep. The Mayor can sense the Veiled Healers hesitation. “Let me explain something to you in regards to the nature of this situation. They aren’t a village or district or whatever you want to call it, not like we are at least. They are a large band of former gangs turned militia, criminals and savages who succeeded from their territory due to not wanting to follow all of its laws. They are proficient in combat due to their pasts, where as my people are simply meek and poor, there is much crime here but its all theft and robbery and its all meek on meek, they are not combat ready like our enemy. I mean.. the only reason that place hasn’t been labeled a new Bandit territory and enemy of the Court Guard Squads already is because its brand new, your likely the only agent of the gotei with rank that matters to even know of its existence, Lieutenant please.. if you helped us grab that territory, I would allow you space in our village, and the land we claim.” Yet more silence follows. On the walk back Jim keeps glancing to his anonymous commander, “Sir you can’t seriously consider going through with this, I mean we can’t do something like this..” The lieutenant only stops him short however, “No.. this has to be done, I don’t like it but im sure of it. The Gotei 13 would only wipe this new territory out eventually anyhow once they learn of their presence which could take forever with their current level of involvement out here. There’s no reason not to use a natural event to aid in our influence out here by simply making it come sooner than later, plus its still new they are weak right now.. best to nip this at the bud.” His words make sense and Jim is at first unsure of what to say, “But.” He begins, “How can we help them take an entire territory without it being obvious to the enemy that we are Shinigami helping them, word gets out that we aided in a battle and the other districts may see it as us favoring these people, who knows what that could ignite.. fear is powerful..” To this Yuro nods, “Yes.” He states, “This is why I and the Shinigami I take will be disguised as mere rukognai citizens.” Jim frowns slightly for a moment, before returning his gaze forward, as the two walk back to camp. “I don’t know..” He states softly, “It feels ugly..” The Lieutenants voice doesn’t changes or waver, “Sometimes life is ugly, not every situation can be a perfect scenario, victory awaits those that play the hand they are dealt.” Whatever it Takes– That was days ago, and now the time was here as he finished recounting those events and wrestles with doubt in his heart, staring deeper at the black cloth in his hands before raising it to his head and wrapping it around and around leaving a section free for his eyes to see out of, it looks similar to the pristine white veil he usually wore but more ninja like in appearance. Taking a deep breath, he corrects his resolve and reminds himself of how greatly this will aid in his political advancement as well as the security of the Gotei and Rukognai, then standing and exiting the poor brown hide tent. The black veiled soul steps out onto the soft grass slowly beginning to shimmer of dew in the morning sun, the air is cold by the ground yet medium to warm from around the knees up and there is a gentle fog like mist over the field they were camped at which rested at the edge of a forested expanse which seemed to collect and hold onto this mist. The disguised Lieutenant, who had also concealed his reiatsu, sees the subordinates he had selected for this mission, dressed in rags as he was, their faces uncovered as they were not known anyhow, fear seemed to grip a few of them, for indeed there was no telling how intense the fighting would become. Slowly the army collects at the start of the field, the target territory in sight at the other end before the wilderness begins again. “Are we ready!?” The Militia Leader in charge of the assault calls. Yuroshima takes a few steps forward and abandons all doubt, a true knight of the true cause for progress. He grips the large sheathed Zanpakuto, cloaked in a black satin like covering. “Then For the love of Nahgistahd! For the love of your families! And for the love of god!” The leader continues shouting before concluding with a strong, “Charge!” And with that it began, the Militia rushes onto the makeshift village of criminals turned militant. A couple groups of guards begin shouting and running from the parameter of the territory. The Restoration Lieutenant takes a sharp turn to avoid this skirmish, the true battle of importance would be in the actual village itself. A portion of their force breaks off and begins battling and ultimately dispatching the guard groups while the black veiled Shinigami and remaining troop continue onward into the town. Yuroshima follows a group into the main streets where armed assailants rush towards them, one of them swinging their machete like blade downward towards the disguised Shinigami who blocks with his sheathe before swinging his upper body down and delivering a powerful back kick to the attackers chest. He hears behind him, the loud thud of a hard step and instinctively dashes forward then hearing the sound of a sword slashing through the empty air he spins around to see two men one who had slashed and the other now running behind. The first attacker raises his sword above his head preparing a powerful overhead strike as he ally draws nearer. Yuroshima responds by using Shunpo to rush the bandit he rolls, grabbing the man around the legs during the roll and forcing him to fall. The Lieutenant springs up upon reaching his feet, striking the bottom of his hilt into the second attackers throat while he advances.. incapacitating him, spinning around once more and swinging the thick end of his sheathe in a swatting tennis racket motion, he smacks the first attacker across the face as he stands. It was not enough to render him unconscious however and so the Restoration specialist wastes no time and leaps toward the target who is clutching his face, blood seeping through his fingers before receiving another hard crack across the back of the head, this one finishing the task. He would not kill any of them, that was a line that he would not cross for this and didn’t have to anyhow. He was still under foggy legality of the Soul Society in his current actions so long as he didn’t end a life.. or at least the way he had interpreted it. He sees yet more bandits approaching from his front, but yet his own from behind. By now any Bandits and guards that had been hastily awaking to the chaos and getting ready for battle would be exiting the buildings, like ants where when appeared so did many more around them. The battle would turn ugly soon, or at least would have had it not been for the strategetic back up leg the Lieutenant had reserved for standing later if the numbers of bandits were greater than had been expected. He points his fist into the air, releasing a large ball of flame similar to Shakkaho. On the outskirts of the battle, in the brush of the wilderness, Jim remains crouched in a bush, all directions behind him were disguised Shinigami and eager Rukognai citizens taking a shot at the role of warrior. Jim wears only a brown tunic of sorts and uses his bandana to cover his face as well for he commanded moderate fame in this specific region of Rukongai. Finally he sees the large flare shoot into the air from the shanty town of villainy. He rises briskly, unsheathing his blade simultaneously before shouting, “Its action time!” before swinging his blade in circles above him and crying out “Charge!!!” And Charge they did, the second battalion, to help hastily conclude the first battle of Nahgistahd, and secure themselves a base of operations within its territories. WC – 2,000 All WC above this post counted. also, I was gonna make the battle cooler but I lost inspiration for it and have been trying to post this for like 1-2 weeks so I just finished it and submitted it.. js
  11. Good Ol Yuro

    Rising in Rukognai, ripples in the water . . .

    Prologue – Slowly, he grips the heavy flap of his large tent and pulls it back, revealing the sometimes sickening dull blue of the early morning as the Lieutenant steps out from his quarters and into his camp. They had been there consecutively for one month and while some minor complications had occurred nothing majorly bad had happened. Some had worried that their set up would make it far too easy for assassins to sneak into the camp and kill them in the night but none had tried as of yet. At first only a few people came every now and then, some ill some injured and they would be cared for and sent back, some requiring greater care were allowed to stay as long as they needed, anything to send a powerful message and assert their presence correctly. Yuroshima had refused to use his Zanpakuto aside from life death emergencies for two reasons, one was that he didn’t want to make it about him as a figure so much as about the camp as an institution and wanted to allow the people the story that they were able to stay and be well cared for when they returned to their communities, and secondly because he wouldn’t always be here to act as a magic wand, he had to keep his subordinates sharp. There had been talk lately of a few isolated attacks on Nahgistahd from some neighboring village that used to be a part of the next district over. Apparently it had grown so different in its culture after the crises that it had been able to culturally secede. According to the patients that would wander in injured by them, either through fighting or crossfire style wounds, they had named their near newly formed village Opalia. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Growing Pains – Yuroshima walks through the decently sized town of tents and building like carts and temporary shacks which now made up his main camp. Seeing Restoration Corps Officers working on injured souls in tents or walking them from ne location to another brought immense joy to his heart, what a delight it was to see the talents of his subordinates being correctly utilized and not wasted on menial tasks as they likely would be back at the Seireitei. The Lieutenant laughs to himself gently a moment, he had been away from the Seireitei for a month and a half straight now and privately dreaded the idea of returning to the red tape, out here his subordinates trusted him and if he knew something needed to be done but would go against protocol he could stil make the decision to do it himself and it even be held up in some interpretations of the law as a survival necessity. Finally he approaches a rather shabby brown tent resting at the foot of one of the small hills, a food tent sits proudly atop the hill behind. “Officer Jim?” The Veiled Healer calls towards the closed flaps of the tent. “I’ll be ready in just a moment sir!” The eighth seat called back in reply. “Today is a big day.” Yuro thinks as he stands straight with his back to his comrades tent. A Restoration Officer walks by guiding a citizen by the left arm, their right arm was slung up and heavily bandaged by even still beginning to turn a seeping dark pink in the center, soon to be red, the officer was guiding the soul in the direction of the surgical tents before looking to his commander and waving with a smile containing a mixture of joy and exhausted sorrow. Yuroshima waves back, indeed this month had been hard, but harder trails were yet to come. Moments later Jim emerges from his abode tying his bandana tightly in the back around his head and in that moment, the Lieutenant realizes he had never seen Jims hair, or even possibly Jims lack of hair. “Ready to go?” He asks the eighth seat who smiles confidently, “Oh yeah, today is going to go great, I grew up here, you got the majority bandits to move out a ways, they already love us..” The Restoration Lieutenant nods to this, “Indeed.” He states as the two begin making their way to the northern edge of the maze of tents which encapsulated them. “But we don’t want to go into this with a feeling of it ‘being in the bag’ , so to speak. Although I do admit that with the points you’ve brought up and the many cases we have healed and nurtured the last month or so.. much is in our favor for this meeting.” The two reach the cart gate and request the two opening carts to be moved aside for their leave. Yuroshima climbs atop a two horse supply cart and Jim takes the passenger seat. They could have used shunpo to get to Nahgistahd but there would be no point in using any spirit energy for what would simply be a 10 minute ride by cart up the road, plus the cart contained supplies for the village for a sort of bribe like effect. The Lieutenant grips the reins gives a stern jolt. “Hah!” He calls out, causing one of the horses to lurch slightly before they both begin moving at a moderate speed up the dirt path away from the hilly field surrounded by forest. The sun began to rise, bright and orange through the trees, sending sword like rays of light cascading across the two shinigami as they finally neared their destination. “You think these attacks from that weird would-be village of savages can be a talking point as to why we should be allowed into the town?” Jim asks as they begin to cross the town lines. “Perhaps.” The Lieutenant replies, “But only if he brings it up, we dont wanna make it seem like we are calling them weak, if theres one thing people in these parts can’t stand.. its Shinigami Supremacy.” Jim nods thoughtfully, “Why so early?” He asks a second question. Yuroshima waves to two citizens who he knew to be assistants or advisors to the mayor, “He said first thing this morning, so I wanted to make sure we were the first thing he dealt with when waking up.” The assistants of the Mayor lead them up to their masters office, and the meeting ensues. WC – 1,060
  12. Good Ol Yuro

    Ability Approval Thread

    My Bankai , Shunko and non release from August
  13. Prologue -- ( months prior to meeting Tenji ) The first stages were easily the most difficult and certainly the most perilous. The ambitious Lieutenant was not able to enact his plans directly and move right into the districts, political leaders, militia like factions and general citizens alike had all made it clear that they did not want anything to do with the Shinigami who had done them so wrong in the before times. But this opposition was not enough to shake the eyes of Yuroshima from the goal he had fixated their sights upon, attempting to live in the mode of viewing obstacles as challenges with reward of self growth he had merely used the resistance of his plans to fuel his drive to move forth with them. And move forth he did, marching deep into the districts with a crowd of Shinigami both from his own Restoration Corps and from Division Nine acting as escorts for their expedition. The Veiled Lieutenant had ordered the vast spread of black clad soldiers and healers to avoid moving into the districts directly but instead to follow him into the smaller sections of wilderness between districts. His plan was to provide medical care to wanderers and citizens that didn’t share the opinion of the Rukognai majority until word got around of how beneficial the program itself was. He then divided the large force he commanded into a couple smaller but still well sized groups lead by the most competent healers in his division and the best volunteer fighters they had been assigned, to go off from him in all four directions and do this same task in between other districts and territories, spreading the influence as far but yet not thin, as he could in the beginning. Gaining Footing -- And separate they did, moving off into the four cardinal directions bringing with them a new form of hope and a new catalyst of savior, enacted by the veiled one who sought a brighter future than the bleak and unstable times that all the races now found themselves in. The enormous task force of this program, all selected by the Lieutenant himself, had journeyed weeks by cart and wagon as to bring enough supplies to last the long run, carrying with them the large black and white flags which displayed the proud symbol of division four, a sign of peace and restoration, even the people of Rukognai new the reputation of division four as largely non aggressive and caring. They had traveled week after week before splitting up into four groups, Yuroshima taking his out even farther to the forested lands, former districts, and strange shanty town style communities in the areas around Nahgistahd.. the only district Yuroshima had come across so far that did not mind the presence of Shinigami, or at least since the rebel militia of the area had been moved from there largely thanks to Yuro himself. Their journey finally ended at a large hilly meadow between Nahgistahd and some other district which did not exist before the widespread poverty and famine, many freelance towns of this manor were springing up all over now that the ability to regulate such a thing has diminished. Either civilization was miles out providing a perfect net of both safety and range of influence simultaneously. And so, the lot begins to set up camp. Yuroshima drops a large crate filled to the brim with canned vegetables down onto the soft grass below and grunts a moment, “Some one over packed some of these..” He thinks out of frustration a moment, “But I suppose that will be a good thing in the future..” He glances to his side to see his troops going about the required tasks to set up a strong and formidable camp. Shinigami after Shinigami lined up to grab whatever crates and bags and barrels they could in order to move them to their proper locations, slowly the strange ecosystem of supplies and spaces form as if each spot had already been decided on before they arrived. “Lieutenant!” A voice shouts to the veiled expedition commander who turns to see the smiling and confident face of Jim, donning his now infamous black bandana. “Yes Officer Jim.” He says officially. Though Jim was a higher rank he had decided to give one of the groups to tenth seat Avery Yasuke as he had simply possessed better leadership qualities, it should be said Jim was only two seats higher for possessing a higher combat capability and in all honesty, for his feats on the battlefield due to Avery’s analytical nature. “The others are unsure of where we should be putting the medical tents sir.” He explains. “Hmm..” Yuroshima ponders a moment looking around at the camp forming around him. “Well considering they will be holding supplies which others would try to steal, like medicines and anesthetics and what not, we should set them up dead center of the camps.” He pauses a moment, “I know I had mentioned on the way here that setting them up on the perimeter of the camp would be best as it would advertise the point of our camp but its honestly just too risky for loss, we will have to substitute advertising by putting all the restoration banners on the perimeter and some of the white canvas tents on the outskirts to explain to those passing by or those who come to us, what exactly we are doing out here.” To this, the subordinate nods, “Yes sir.” He replies, before turning and running off to carry the directions to the others specifically working on the tent placements. Yes, this would work, soon many would be reached. Orange and blazing, a large roaring fire pierces the black of night, surrounded by rocks and logs of all different shapes, the fire was roughly the size of a shed and was slowly being surrounded by some of the shinigami of the camp not busy with other duties who had come to socialize and relax for a while. At first they say nothing to each other, just awkwardly rest in silence and watch the gleaming wave of flame which gently stains the many large square tents surrounding it until one of them attempts at establishing a topic of conversation. “Well.” The brown haired man states, pushing his glasses up his nose, “Here we are, so far from the Seireitei this place feels like an alien planet to me, not doing our usual Shinigami duties, so that we can help people who hate us.” There is a brief pause, and a tension can be felt amongst the group before a woman with a sweet but low voice speaks up, “I think this is better than what we would normally be doing.” She states in response. “That’s just because your Division 4.” The man says back to her quickly, “I don’t do any of the cleaning duties.” She shrugs, “Im a high enough caliber healer to where most my time is spent on the medical bays. But also I think it’s good we are here, the reason of reestablishing relations with the districts in itself is reason enough for this to be considered important work.” There is a much longer pause after her words, the original man who had spoke is visibly irritated and leans back against a large smooth rock which he had placed around the fire himself. “I don’t know, I just feel like the Lieutenant is a little bit foolish for dragging us out here, there are many armies forming out this way with intent of usurping the Seireitei from us, they could just roll through here and attack at any time for our supplies.” The debate continues as a young, boyish looking Shinigami glances to his side to see what he thinks is the outline of a figure standing in the dark just at the edge of the fires reach. Another soldier throws another log on the already blazing bonfire cause its light to flicker brighter only a moment, and gleam bright orange off the white veil of their expedition commander, the younger Shinigam is then able to make out the form of his Lieutenant, standing back and listening, arms folded across his chest as he ponders the discussion of his subordinates. The debate carries on for a small time longer consisting mostly of either side repeating themselves until eventually the irritation of both caused the talking to die down to yet again awkward silence, and this is when the anonymous spectator had chosen to step in. Yuroshima strolls out to the group, standing close enough yet far away enough from them and the fire that they could all gather and see him if they had wanted. He calls out to them “Listen,” in a friendly manor to get their attention before beginning. “I understand everyone’s concerns, being out here in the unknown surely is frightening yes. But the fate of the nothing awaits that which stagnates, and the fate of they who truly lived awaits that which understands, accepts and practices that life in essence is change. I say to you, Life and Change are literally one. Our Court Guard Squads had stagnated long ago, and as a result the crises which shook all realms of existence to its core ensued and our generation of Shinigami must be the ones to pull it back together with the counterforce of our will, realized through stronger ideology than before. Indeed our Court Guard Squads fell in stagnation and redemption of this will not be found in continuation of that, we must change to be beyond what we were, and change that which is around us to reflect the reality we want… that is what I am doing now, that is what WE are doing now. The first of the new Shinigami to venture out into the true unknown seeking change in its truest form for the greater good of the cause, for the greater good of the balance. I ask you then what possible objection could you conjure up to this that wasn’t based in your own anxiety and fear of the unknown? Beloved Subordinates heed these words, a fear of the unknown is truly a fear of life. But I am afraid of life no longer, and the Restoration Corps will be the force which carries the Gotei 13 back to the epicenter of influence and power with superior ideology. Take pride in the fact that we are the only ones out here, in the unkown.. and that we now have an opportunity to shape that which will become the known.” WC – 1773
  14. Good Ol Yuro

    Just Another Day

    Yuroshima furrows his brow behind his veil and smiles, "You've been in the wilderness too long then friend, last couple months have been a godsend for these people since I brought the gift of our superior medical knowledge and technology, hundreds of lives have been saved from the diseases sweeping these lands and injury with out proper care.. bandits aren't the only lurking threat you know, there are silent killers. None the less I've been expelling a tyrannical bandit group and disease and death left and right and this specific area of rukognai holds me up for it. So I don't completely see that running as a norm anymore.. but if you truly do live out here somehow..then I guess you wouldn't know yet." He pauses, eying the man who didn't seem to be much of a threat, or at least not as much of a threat as figures such as this "Wolf of rukognai" or the disease he had just referenced, if this man was innocent then this was indeed a waste of his time which in recent months has become all the more more valuable. And it wasn't as if he could just snatch up the man or rest his life from him, especially not when relations with small sections of rukognai were finally strengthening and going the way he had hoped. "No.." he mutters mentally, realizing he had allowed his emotions to get the best of him and possibly cloud his judgment, seeing the scene of malicious gore, especially the last building and the fact mere children had to be the ones to bring him to the carnage... and the fear for his subordinates far weaker than he.. had all fueled with in him a deep desire to bring those responsible to light, but equally rushing such a task could ensure that the true culprits run free. He wasn't this aggressive fight hungry warrior that his fear and anger drove him to be at times, though the soul of destruction was apart of him and incarnate in one of his Zanpakuto , so too was the soul of nurture , and he.. the balance of both.. must ensure to never be the extreme of one or the other, but the middle way.. this is where he felt most comfortable. "Well." He says in the brief pause, not needing a reply to his small rambling of personal success as the outcome was now fixed in his mind. "I suppose I should apologize then for chasing you out here, I understand why a man of rukognai would resent the Shinigami, but you need never fear one of my own anymore we only wish to bring aid from this point on and should the Seireitei plan something malicious against the people of the districts inner or outer I would politically battle them for it. That being said your free to go, I wont arrest you on suspicion.. such practice could be argued as mentally unstable, although I would say to tread lightly... for my refusal to apprehend you is not an indication of your innocence, I have my suspicions about you.. but if you are innocent such a thing shouldn't matter." He pauses, seeing the warrior concealed in black amongst the tree top, he holds up his hand to his side in a calming "Stop' sort of gesture, then snaps his finger and points beside him. From the tree dashes a lower level Shinigami with great speed to the area his Lieutenant had pointed. "Sir." The Shinigami says bowing but not kneeling as he was unsure of the status of the citizen across from them. "Did you find the other? The silly one?" Yuro asks. "Silly one sir?" The confused subordinate asks. "Yes.. the silly man he.." The Veiled healer shakes his head realizing the makeshift flare he fired didn't lead to the capture he had hoped for, "ahh never mind, we're going anyhow." And with that he looks to the man he had suspected once more, "Have a good rest of the night, you wont be hearing from me again unless you should have reason to." And with that he turned briskly in his heel and began to walk the opposite direction back towards the ink black abyss beyond the moon drenched section they stood in, slowly he and his subordinate are swallowed into the black. Yuroshima reaches out to his side, gripping the young restoration officer by the shoulder and pulling him close quickly before putting his arm around him, "Listen." He whispers extremely low and fast, almost too quick to hear but his subordinates had grown used to his strange way of passing secret information to them. "Set up a parameter.... watch them... keep cloaked.. they can sense if you aren't...watch any others that you find living out this far... ill investigate back in the towns …..where my connections are.." He quickly mutters the sets of words in a whispered and dampened voice. Almost instantly he then realized what he ought to be doing, and what his medical work here could Segway into. "Im going to see what connections I can set up with the little shops and businesses around here.. with the meager institutions still holding on, see what I can do to strengthen them." The young Shinigami takes alarm to this slightly and looks to his commander, they were a ways away from the clearing and so he whispers back though not as quietly, "Sir .. with respect, we aren't supposed to mess with their economy and stuff.. I mean a lot of people here like you now and respect you but you aren't a political figure for them...." To this the Lieutenant merely shrugs, "Im whatever I need to be," He states "So lets see what we can do to change that..." A few of the lower level Shinigami that had followed the medical officer to the Lieutenants flare are then ordered to cloak themselves and stay with in the tree tops watching the shack, the clearing, and the areas around both, not many were there but enough to cover decent ground before Yuroshima had began to head back to town. WC - 1,024 OOC - All WC above this counted - 11/18/19 Attempting to leave thread WITH YURO, if you want to interact with the surveillance NPC's im leaving behind you may, but know they are much much much weaker than Yuro, figured id play around with NPC roles and limitations you know?
  15. Good Ol Yuro

    Just Another Day

    Yuroshima maintains emotional composure and steps forward directly after the suspect had finished his question. “I must have explained wrong, this is no friendly chat. Your now a suspect in a localized mass homicide and the fact you hid and ran from me just now..” His voice trails off allowing the answer to be self evident. “My names Lieutenant Sir, you can call me by my first or last name either is fine, but more importantly what’s your name, I saw no crop or wagon at that small little shack hovel place you were at, this leads me to believe its temporary, what are you doing out here then, you and the other one… the funny man.” The only noise directly following Yuros words was that of the trickling breeze that seemed to accompany him all day wherever he would roam. The Vice Captains wrist rested on the end of Le Sombre Lune’s hilt, he was prepared to take a life or make an arrest. OOC- im not good at making conversation posts last long lol so don’t think I just didn’t put in effort I just didn’t wanna be cheesy and over describe my thoughts and environment for word count you know what I mean ?
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