Construction Criticisms [Seigo / Shura]

Sat Dec 07, 2024 3:14 pm

"God damn it is hot as hell today.."

"You're tellin' me! I can't wait to get the fuck out of here and take a shower.. get this grime and shit off of me, its fucking up my hair..."

Two men were taking a breather in the unforgiving sun beating down all over the Rukongai today. They were ankle deep in debris and rubble, boots covered in muck and dust. All around there were men hurrying about, carrying rock and rod to and from.

A tragedy had struck the Soul Society, and if it wasn't just the luck of the people in Rukongai that they were dragged right down along with it all. People were killed, neighborhoods decimated, livelyhoods crumbled into dust in a flash, and even now after all this time people were still struggling to get back on their feet. But that was what made now more important than ever to pick up the man beside you and get to work. Like always, the down and out had to have each others backs because like hell anyone else was. Those punks in the Seireitei had their own shit to worry about, and they didn't have the years it would take for them to send hand me outs, they didn't need them either.

Sparking a lighter, one man tried to ignite the end of his cigarette, chomped between his teeth. The wind and dust kept blowing out the lighter, building the frustration of the pompadoured ape that could only suck his teeth in response. "God dammit... fucking cheap shit won't light..."

From between the two men, a wisp of smoke seemed to foreshadow the greeting of a third man. A heavy thud of a hand on the Pompadour's shoulder and a not-so subtle hello nearly sent the both of them jumping out of their skins. Wide eyed, brow furrowed, the man looked over his shoulder to see his boss, sighing in relief and smacking himself against the stomach. "Fucking hell, Chief.. scared the shit out of me..."

With an ironclad grip on the guys shoulder, the Chief of the Section 2, a captain of the Rukongai's Jikoto organization, Seigo Shigemori held up a lit lighter with his other hand, offering it to his worker with a grin. "Morning fellas, having a little breather..? Here here... let me get that for ya..."

Hesitantly, Pompadour looked at Seigo with a raised brow, before slowly leaning in to jab the tip of his cigarette into the flickering flame of Seigo's lighter. Taking a drag to get the cherry started, he stood back up and nodded his thanks. "Y-Yeah boss, its a scorcher... sweatin' my dick off out here..!" Their initial tension seemed to melt away at the as the boss's unusually nice demeanor let them relax a bit, even jest with him.

"No kidding. You lose your helmet, Lui..?" He said flatly, gesturing up to the top of Pomadour's head.

"Huh..? Oh, I took it off, didn't want it to fuck up my hair... you know this shit ain't cheap boss.." He said with a chuckle, patting the back of his hand against Seigo's chest. "Don't worry, I'll be extra careful. Got reflexes like a ca-"

THWACK.

Without warning Pomadour was sent toppling forward, stumbling over the rubble and landing face first into the gravel, clutching the back of his head and cursing to himself, wincing and groaning. Stepping over the rubble to follow him, Seigo gripped his studded club with a white-knuckle enthusiasm.

"Betcha wish you had your god damn helmet now, huh Lui?" Stepping up, he hurled his boot into the gut of his goon for emphasis, ashing his own cigarette down on him and clenching his jaw as he glared. "You two over here chopping it up having a good old time... daydreamin' about the showers together..." Pressing the heel of his boot to pompadour's jaw, he ground his foot down a bit to add the pressure, "...you know how many sorry saps out here got a shower? HUH?" Kicking off of his head to roll him onto his back, he stomped his foot back down onto his chest to pin him. "How about they get to sleep in your bed tonight while you curl up under some of these rocks Lui, how does that sound, eh?" Tapping the end of his bat against he bottom of his chin, he sucked his teeth, stepping off of him, stomping down one last time for emphasis. Slicking back his hair and taking a deep breath, he turned back to the other lazy fuck standing on the sideline, hooking his thumb back at Lui. "Pick his ass up and both of you get back to work... this ain't a fucking block party."

The man nodded and sprinted over to his friend, heaving him up onto his feet and desperately trying to get him to get moving out of the vicinity, covering his mouth to keep him from spouting anything that might get them both beat to death and stuffed under this pile of rubble.

Taking a long drag on his cigarette, Seigo grimaced as he looked over the other workers milling about, shaking his head and looking around at the wanton devastation that seemed to spread in all directions. They always had it tough out here, but now they were practically living in hell. Sucking his teeth, he pushed a hunk of rubble tumbling down the pile until it splintered into a heap of gravel. Nah, hell was when those fuckers toppled this place in the first place. Never in his years had he seen anything like that. He thought he knew violence, he was a street warrior, a soldier. He wasn't afraid of nothing or nobody. But all that felt like a joke compared to the shit that went down that day. THAT was war. Unforgiving and unstoppable violence that made him realize he wasn't shit, and apparently neither was anyone else.

The 2nd Section was in charge of rebuilding after the loss they had endured, all of the homes and businesses that had been part of his home here decimated. There wasn't time to be fucking around. There was too much work to do.

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Sun Dec 08, 2024 12:12 am

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That day six months ago had really set the tone for Soul Society and the Shinigami at large, it had shown everyone the weakness and strength that had come with the reign of Murasaki. For Shura, she saw it as the latter, weakness stemming from complacency. She knew this well from first hand experience, she herself had become complacent and it had literally cost her an arm.

But that day... something inside of her clicked again, something deep and unforgiving... A murderous rage that hadn't been sated, only silenced until then. It was a rage that she hadn't felt since her time in the Eleventh Division... No, since before even then, since she was the butcher of the Rukongai. But that had changed in these past few months, she'd rekindled that long lost flame and now? Now she no longer had mercy for those that pretended to play protector, those that pretended they knew what was right and wrong.

She knew from first hand experience what was right and what was wrong, and all this pretending to protect this bullshit 'balance' of theirs was what was wrong, all this pretending to be the good guys, pretending like the Shinigami had the strength to back it up... All of that bullshit was wrong. The Gotei used to be feared, it was a force to be reckoned with... No that was wrong too, it wasn't the Gotei... It was the Eleventh Division that was feared.

Sure some still recognized her as one who used to be a Shinigami, but though she still carried her Zanpakuto she no longer wore the garbs of a Shinigami and instead wore her old attire. For Shura she cared not for the pretenders that now held the Seireitei, she cared not for their preconceived notions of righteousness... It was all a fucking facade. None of it mattered anymore, none of them wanted to stop the fuckers who had annihilated the Soul Society so decisively that it caused the complete collapse of its governing body.

So Shura now spent time roaming the Rukongai, recruiting those tired of being weak, tired of losing and being trampled upon. She had no formal organization like the others, truth be told she had no real resources to speak of to form such a thing. Instead she had a ragtag group of vagabonds and vagrants, those without a home or purpose. She asked for no loyalty, asked for no trust, all she ever asked was for those that decided to join to dedicate themselves to never losing again.

It was a simple goal, no overarching governing bodies, no leaders, no morals. It didn't matter how one became stronger, it didn't matter who one killed to achieve it, all that mattered was that those within this group grew stronger. The weak needed protecting, of that she never contested... But who protected them was what she questioned, because in her eyes.... It wasn't the fuckers who lorded themselves over everyone.

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