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finally done. i made some documents that are relatively barebones but they get the job done, i’ve never been the type to be super flashy anyway. with that being said.
welcome. this is a bleach only multimuse rp blog written by ziegler. most if not all will be headcanon based and slightly canon-divergent. low-mid activity.
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was thinking of potentially making a new bleach oc under 4th division, healer soul reaper. would she know chie? maybe. still fleshing her out aside from a vague appearance
His stride does not break as she speaks, and as they exit the doors of the chamber his frame has grown large. He walks with a confidence that has reforged itself from his moment of weakness, a moment she did not witness. He could not possibly place into words the feelings that swell in his heart, that push him forward despite the bleakness of the situation. He supposed this was what it meant to be a leader, even if he lacked the title.
“My name is Desmond Hayden. I was the 4th seat of the 1st Division.” His baritone is low as he speaks, his eyes squinted as he focuses ahead. Despite being gone for so long the Seireitei feels like the back of his hand, he recalls everything. The routes, faces which he never mourned, and the symbols that guide. He does not regret the actions he took however if given the chance, he would have liked to spend more time sitting in the gardens.
To sit peacefully under a shaded tree, where none might fear for their lives, was the goals that still drives him.
“I left my post long ago to find wisdom I lacked. Although I cannot account for those, I failed by not being here, I might yet turn what I have learned to aide those who remain. I will not fail you.”
His voice hardens when he speaks directly to her, without looking at her there is a force to his voice. When Yamamoto stepped onto the battlefield it raised the morale of every soldier in their ranks, he was the immovable pillar of the Gotei. His lost is felt keenly. But perhaps the most important lesson he could impart on her, the one given to him freely, was that it now their duty to become that same pillar.
When chaos erupted around them, and lesser people lost their sense, it was people like Hayden (and soon to be Chie) who remained calm under fire. The banner that rallies.
He takes her to the training facilities of the 1st. Not the average ones for general improvement, the ones which he trained with Yamamoto. As he opens the door he pauses, briefly. It is as if he sees a vision of the past, memories smashing into him with such force that he feels it in his very essence. His eyes close, a foot in the door. And in next breath he steps forward moving through the door with his eyes open.
“I am a believer in the sanctity of areas, the history that flows through these walls will empower you. So long as you respect it. Meditate, meditate long and hard. Consider your duty, consider the mistakes you made. Consider everything, and when I return have an answer to the following question: Why do you fight?”
He will prepare the materials needed for her. As much as one might thing this training will involve fighting, what is more important is the aligning of ones ideals and their soul. He will also to condense a centuries worth of modern tactics and philosophies into bite-sized chunks that she employ.
It’s a daunting taks for both of them. And if Hayden fails to prepare her, then he will surely get her and others killed. But if he can accurately impart his knowledge and she understands, or better yet, expands upon it? Then the Gotei will surely end the next battle far better than they started.
He goes to fetch what he will need.
— 1st division. She’d be lying if that weren’t somewhat daunting. Both 4th seats apart of two of the highest divisions of the Gotei 13. To be in a squad with someone like Captain Yamamoto as your leader... It instills a fire in Chie. The man pressed on and so did she, following after him. Whether it be through sheer curiosity or pure determination that drove her to accept the possibilities of reaching greater limits, she couldn’t say. What matters now is this man, Hayden, to assist her in showing the way.
In honesty, she wished she could’ve known this man before his story began. Abandoned the Gotei for his reasons, whatever they may be. He speaks steadfast, so it wasn’t something of fickle opinions or mindsets. A deliberate decision. In time, maybe she could learn this wisdom he sought so dearly for.
What pangs in her mind is his last sentence. “I will not fail you.” There’s layers to that. It isn’t simple in a manner of a master to a disciple, as he has agreed to assist her in bettering herself whether as a soul reaper, a person, or just another soldier in the ranks. No, it meant more. It’s clear to Chie, someone who is proficient in being able to read between lines. But she won’t pry. Not yet. His words are candied in wisdom of its own, whatever it may be.
When it became clear where they were going, Chie couldn’t deny there was a deep pit in her stomach. A daunting location; simple in reality but immense in nature. Squad 1′s barracks. Their training facilty. She’s never been inside the barracks, let alone granted a chance to train there. Her training is done with Onmitsukido, a separate facility special to the 2nd division under her captain. Not to say it was highly special, although it was, but locations always mean something. And this. This meant a lot.
He spoke to her once more. His words rang deep in her mind again as she listened. His words, is this the wisdom he sought for? The very same that casted himself from the Gotei to become who he is now? Maybe. In time she'll learn. And it is rapidly approaching, she understands.
"Why do you fight?"
An important question. He leaves her with this. Chie looks at her hands, a firm grip of fists balling up as she tries to understand the depth of what she's been asked. Why she fights... For justice. Protection. Sanctuary. These are obvious. These are her core tenets of existing as a Soul Reaper. The foundation she built herself stands upon these. But is that... Enough? Her convictions are strong but maybe it needs. More.
And his leave is the time she needs to figure that out.
@burdenedreverence
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Oh, so that’s the case. That’s why she’s so stressed about this situation. He had assumed that it was just her still adjusting to the ways of humans and exaggerating things as usual. But this certainly changed things. He himself knew all about waiting in long lines for exclusive items or merchandise. He looked back at Candice and was actually made uncomfortable by seeing her pacing around and aggressively scratching her arm like that. It was a little distressing to say the least to see her, a thunderous beast of battle like her behaving like a panicked child. He approached her and swatted her hand away from scratching at her arm. Not an aggressive swat but more of a light shove.
“Stop that shit. That’s enough. You’re gonna scratch yourself raw.” he said to her, while grumbling something else to himself. “Calm the fuck down and let’s go figure this shit out, okay? Maybe we can still get some more of that candy. Or maybe…..” he trailed off as he clearly thought of something.
The shove would've set her off, but the slight graze of her nails to her arm after all that scratching was enough to make a hiss from her. Looking down at it, the most now she could do is look away, ashamed of her poor control, covering her inflamed arm with her other hand. She feels desperate, vulnerable. And she hates it. She hates that he of all people saw her this low. But all she can do is attempt to be better than this.
❝ Or maybe what. Spit it out, you have an idea. Tell me or I'm going to fry your bones. ❞ Another threat, though this one was empty. Whether he knew or not was not her concern. If he had a way to help, she needed it. She can't afford to fry his bones even if she wanted to; if he actually has an idea, she's at his mercy.
The pause produced one slightly raised eyebrow on Yoruichi’s end, though as the actual answer began to be voiced, it sank back down and her expression actually eased in a way which was subtle yet would surely be notable to any who truly knew her. Her head tilted a couple degrees to the right as she studied the expression the taller woman wore. Either what she said was true, or masterful acting, and she would know. She chose to take it at face value for the moment and gave a nod as Chie’s eyes settled back upon her.
The posed question made her laugh a little. Presumably the Gilded Seal Aristocratic Assembly ought to know where she lived by now after the ‘stunt’ that’d been pulled just over a year ago, and accordingly 2nd Division should know too, but it’d be unsurprising if it wasn’t common knowledge. “Oh, that’s simple, I live just over that way.” She gestured with a thumb in an easy and relatively nondescript way.
“It’s my wife’s place; it’ll be a while longer until she’s ready to move. I’m sure you at least know of Shiba Kūkaku?”
— When Yoruichi speaks and says something that was almost completely obvious, she couldn’t deny feeling like an embarrassment. Being a subordinate to her captain, it’s clear whom Yoruichi associates with; whether it be those of the Shiba clan, the Substitute Soul Reaper and company, or previous captain now turned shopkeep Kisuke Urahara. Her question was more poised for any deeper reasons but perhaps she had just been fortunate enough to be in the Shihouin’s presence at the right time.
❝ Forgive me if my question presumed any ignorance. Yes, I am aware of your standing with Miss Shiba, along with who she is. ❞ There is a bow to accompany her request of forgiveness before standing upright once more to continue. ❝ It isn’t everyday I would run into you around here, so I suppose my curiosity was piqued at our happenstance of meeting, but perhaps it is simply that; happenstance. It is a pleasure to speak with you all the same, Miss Yoruichi. ❞ Another bow in her respects. She fears her captain would have her head if she weren’t the most respectful in face of her most endeared ally.
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He turned around to look at Candice with confused look on her face. “Wait a sec….” he paused. “That’s it? That’s the big problem here?” he asked her. And here he was thinking she really screwed up and had a much bigger problem. Something that will actually involve cleaning up her mess like her getting pissed off and destroying a block or a building nearby. So he was relieved to hear that that’s all it was. Still, her overplaying what happened did annoy him. “For fuck’s sake…you were so dramatic.” he mumbled as he rubbed his temple. “So just to clarify; all we need to do is replace the candy and maybe the jar. Am I correct so far, Thunderbolt?”
❝ You just.. Do not understand!! Do you understand how long it took us to stand in line for that fucking candy! It took us two! Hours! That line was crazy, you son of a bitch! You don’t get this kind of candy for the price it is without WAITING. I waited with Lil for two fucking hours in a line that barely moved and a bunch of squealing from some geek ass dorks for some limited released cafe aesthetic bullshit!!! You don’t just buy them again, they’re limited edition candy. ❞ It sounds like she’s mentioning things that cafes will do where they run a collaboration with some big brand for both businesses. In this case, it sounded like it passed. Candice is scratching one of her arms raw practically while pacing around. She’s stressed, more than she’d ever let on in a normal day, so one could imagine this meant a lot to her and was very worried.
burdenedreverance:
His mind wonders for a moment when he went from the young man trying to find strength to the master now needing to impart hard won wisdom. He has never wise although wisdom one of the few things he possesses. His entire life has been submerged in the miasma of war, human and spiritual. He is a man who has taken lives in theathers that she may very well never witness, he has orchestrated the death of worst men than the Quincy.
And yet, this one feels personal. It should not. A soldier must learn to disconnect his feelings from the mission. Yamamoto would know what to do next, what to teach next. Hayden finds himself worried he will not live up to such a name. He does not show that on his face to her, instead his gaze is focused. Steely. Emerald irises that seem unyielding, gazing ahead at something incomprehensible.
“The Gotei failed to prepare the latest generations for war. It has become a force which believes it’s power supreme, unchallengeable. Its fangs have removed, and it has been declawed. The art of war has been loss, it now relies upon the gifted few to carry it to victory.”
His mouth moves as quickly as his brain can form the thoughts. Yamamoto, his generation, the natural born killers whom needed no instruction in war. They were born in it. He knows what he must impart upon her.
He turns his back to the memorial, his tattered robes flowing behind him. He wears no haori, no rank. Just worn robes, not even the dignity of a division. And yet, with each step he grows more reaffirmed.
“I will show you how to fight a war. And all unsavory things required of that. I will show you all the skills I have.”
He does not know if she will amount to anything in this war. If anything the odds are stacked against. She is no great noble, no strange occurence of fate and destiny. No, she’s just a determined foot soldier. Fighting against an insurmountable force. Willing to die.
Good. That’s the same thing he was. Time and pressure; that’s what is required to make diamonds.
While it sounded like he was speaking low of the Gotei, a part in her heart agrees. She despises that. But they were unprepared. The enemy were more prepared than they needed to be. With all of the information that was distributed, did they even stand a chance even if their captains had their bankai? Was bankai such a crutch to the Soul Society that without it we were doomed? It stirred unease in her chest. A boil of anger and sadness.
But she’s a soul reaper. Not a quitter. She trained and studied everything she could to get to where she is. Even as Onmitsukido, her efforts couldn’t do anything against an enemy that defeated captains with ease. There isn’t any amount of her that can pull away from these swirling emotions. Yamamoto wasn’t just any other grunt of the Soul Society. He impacted everyone’s lives. Like now...
This man’s words. His oath of assistance. While Chie was in a force that dominated in secrecy and stealth of battle, he had this feeling of knowing just what it meant to fight a force that pushed every last bit of life out of you. He didn’t seem like someone who would be a front lines of the war as a disposable soldier. She can’t put her finger on it but. She’s willing to trust him.
Chie bows in respect, introducing herself finally. ❝ My name is Chie Ueno, 4th seat of the 2nd Division under Captain Sui-Feng. If there is anything to help me mitigate casualties of war by any amount next time we encounter our foes, I will employ every last drop of it until I can no longer stand. ❞ She finishes, standing back up. The determination shined a fire in her eyes, the glint of a forest green that seemed to match the man she spoke with. She will not back down or let fear take over and cower. Even if she specializes in stealth, regardless of her size, she will make herself to be an asset of her captain, her division, the Gotei, and no less the Soul Society.
❝ Whatever you can prepare me for, I will do it. ❞
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Yuuno simply chuckled to herself. Candice would have to catch her in that scenario first. Candice was fast. Extremely fast according to what Kouta Marafuji told them about his interactions with her. But Yuuno was a Shihoin. Not quite as fast as her older sister. But she was a Shihoin after all and was a Captain at some point for a reason. Yuuno stopped chuckling to herself and bent down to help her.
“Okay, okay. Fine. I was just having a little fun with you.” she replied. “I am sorry for making fun of you.” she said as she helped the taller woman to her feet by taking her by her hands. “Be careful for the broken glass. Watch your step.” Yuuno said as she gently guided her away from the mess of broken glass and spilled liquid. “Are you okay?”
❝ Chill, it’s broken glass, who do I look like getting hurt by it. ❞ She barked, taking her help but then almost immediately swatting Yuuno away. Candice was a very reckless woman, not doing much to help herself stay safe when she’s not thinking. Her hubris was an obvious flaw but she saw it as a virtue. But no one would agree with her on that. Her other flaw is admitting when she’s embarrassed or hurt, and the trip did kind of hurt, but she’ll never tell.
She crouches, just carelessly picking up the glass, but thoughtfully enough, she’s using her nails to not directly touch the glass. She’s picking up the larger pieces, regardless of them being covered in her ruined drink and putting the piece in her hand. The liquid can be cleaned easier when all the big shards are gone. ❝ Yer lucky Yoruichi would probably send me to a whole new dimension if I did something ta you and went overboard. So you can make up for it by pickin’ up shards with me. ❞
the-lightning-underdog:
“Fuck you!” he barked back to her as he flipped her the bird in response to her insult initially. But he soon enough piped down down to let her speak and explain what the issues is. He didn’t buy it for one second that she wasn’t involved. Not this unpredictable loose cannon. She definitely screwed up on something. With a loud enough, audible sigh, that sounded more like growl, he stood up from his chair and proceeded to walk out of the shop. He knew he was hers now. He was stuck to her until she gave him permission to finally fuck off. Or until she finally killed him. Same difference…
“Just explain to me what happened and we can figure out this mess. Don’t bullshit me and just tell me what you did.”
There wasn’t any amount of protesting she could do henceforth. No matter how much she fought back with Kouta, he was definitely gonna get it out of her. Candice bit her lip as she looked off to the side, tapping a foot while deciding what to do. Eventually, she followed him outside and began to spill the details.
❝ Alright, alright. Fuckin’. Lil had this fuckin’ jar a candies. It was on this shitass table in th’way a shit and I bumped into it. I couldn’t catch it and it shattered and ruined all the candy cause they’re fuckin’ tiny ass jawbreakers that ain’t wrapped. There, happy? I ruined her candy but she and Gigi aren’t home and won’t be awhile cause they’re out doin’ whatever so I gotta fix this NOW before Meni fuckin’ rats. ❞
cont. from ask -- @burdenedreverance
— There was something in her chest that ached. But also, something in her chest that dulled it to render it practically faint. And yet, there was barely a word to describe the sorrow she felt. She knows that this was not an uncommon feeling, especially within the rest of the Soul Society. And extremely dark day with even darker realities clashing unto every soul reaper. No amount of denial brings today to a halt, not in mind, not in body, and not at all in soul.
Chie was barely out of her recovery period of her exhaustion before she made her way to the late Captain Yamamoto. Her body ached, begging for a break from the high strung pressure of pushing herself to do more and more, the slog of a walk she took to get here in the panic of the news, unsure of it was real, nothing measured to the agony of what the Soul Society feels upon looking at the name of his grave. It was indeed the harsh reality they all lived in. They all knew this day would come. Just. Not like this...
Her silence was normal but this silence was unlike her. In moments of despair she knew what to say. Now, the cat has her tongue, a jester prancing about refusing to give it back. All until a voice pangs through her ears and takes her out of her trance. Simply just listening to the man that stood nearby, grieving all the same in his way. Were his words to himself? To her? Maybe to late Captain Yamamoto. But she was there, so she listened. It aches, but hearing the pain hidden in his words, especially about a debt that could never be repaid.
She is silent. But speaks after a moment to think. ❝ I intend to do everything in my power to ensure Yamamoto’s life was not taken in vain. As painful as this day is, he would be shouting at us for possessing such grief stricken expressions. ❞ Her fists clench, anger settling right back into her soul, vengeance true in her mind, and her body soon lax with thoughts of what to do next. Chie turns to face the man she was conversing with, the assured expression of justice written on her face. Determination. ❝ If you’ve anything to offer, knowledge of the enemy or battle advice, all will be appreciated all the same. This enemy... The wrongs they’ve committed must be turned right. We as soul reapers have failed once. We shall not do it again. ❞
midnightactual:
Yoruichi already had both arms lifted to work with Chie’s rather short hair. There were only so many ways it could lay, but the slightly curly locks were behaving badly and standing at odd angles here and there. “I’m almost done anyway,” she retorted in a way that smoothly dismissed the complaint. “I’d already be finished if you weren’t so tall. Don’t want Soifon hearing complaints you look like a bush, hmm?”
Soon finishing as promised, she brought her arms back down. “Much better. Leave the disheveled gimmick to Marechiyo. What’s she got you out here in Junrinan for anyway?”
— There isn’t much Chie can say to dissuade Yoruichi. It never worked on her captain, so someone with just as much resolve, or even more, was but a futile attempt. The woman had no choice but to simply accept the assistance. Had it been anyone else, they’d likely be reprimanded despite her rank in her division. Nevertheless, she was quiet, even more so at the comment made regarding the thoughts of her captain.
After but a few moments, she was done. Shame she couldn’t check a mirror to see it done any different than her normal practice. ❝ I appreciate it, once again, Miss Yoruichi. As for why I’m here... ❞ A moment of silence. She had no need to be dishonest to the other, so the truth shouldn’t hurt. ❝ I come by here every now and again to see what’s what. Under my own volition. Sometimes check on the kids that run around here. I make my way through the districts when I have down time just to. Hope, I guess. ❞ Chie’s eyes were to the streets, wistful eyes scanning briefly before fixing back upon her pseudo-superior. ❝ But, what about you? Why are you here? ❞
the-lightning-underdog:
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He stopped doing whatever he was doing on his smartphone as he looked up at her, one eyebrow slightly arched as he already had a look of annoyance. “I can’t tell if you’re asking me for a favor or trying to mug me.” he replied to her. He knew that Candice and the other Bambies were still adjusting to the World Of The Living. So there was bound to be growing pains. But Candice was… unpredictable for lack of a better term.
“What did you break? Better yet, what did you do?” he asked her as he braced himself for her answer.
Did she do something wrong? Yes. Will she admit it? Maybe. Easily? Absolutely not. And she sure as shit wasn’t gonna make it seem like she makes mistakes to Kouta of all people.
❝ Fuck you!, I didn’t do shit!! In fact, I’d be willing ta bet you had a hand in makin’ me fuck up!! ❞ She’s already ready to pass off blame, as her frustration is burning ever so bright within mere seconds of conversation. ❝ I didn’t do shit. But somethin’ broke and I may have been around when it did, but some shit happened an I need ta fix it before they figure out it’s broken. An yer helpin’. Now. ❞
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&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.
@ice-cold-shihoin asked: ❛ you look good like this. ❜ (to Candice from ice-cold-shihoin)
❝ Yer ‘bout one second away from takin’ a fist ta th’face, help me already, dammit! ❞ It’s easy to catch Candice getting herself into a situation that embarrasses her, but tripping and spilling her drink is pique embarrassment for her. She’s on her knees try to clean the mess with bitterness stained on her face.
&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.
@midnightactual asked: [ for your choice! ] ❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜ (chie ueno selected!)
— ❝ Miss Yoruichi, while I can’t deny that I am appreciative for the help but, I assure you it is no problem, you don’t have to.. ❞ A lot of her feels bad to have someone like Yoruichi fix her hair due to her own laziness to fix it, but she accepts the assistance all the same.
