Oath Sign [Kiriko/Kionchi]

Kionchi

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Oath Sign [Kiriko/Kionchi] Apr 29, 2015 23:53:41 GMT -5

Post by Kionchi on Apr 29, 2015 23:53:41 GMT -5

There are three challenges one has to overcome in the Nest.

Survival ain't one of them. Well, maybe or a day or two you'll worry about being stabbed in your sleep. But if that worry were a daily occurrence you might find a reason to live if only to see how long you'll last. No: the Nest isn't like that. The first challenge is realizing that you have no reason to be kept alive. That you'll never be let out. That you'll rot away. And that your surrounded by those who have come to this conclusion hundreds and hundreds of years ago. And this challenge to resist ennui is only perpetuated by the fact you know your all shinigami. You've all pledged yourself to the same goal of balance. And given you weren't executed odds are you all gave everything you could. You gave so much that there was nothing left for the Gotei to take. And thus you were put away; neither a drain nor a boon to the uncaring shirk of Seireitei's cold shoulder.

But at least those feelings of hopelessness and betrayal can be shared with so many others. Besides that there isn't much else to talk about or even do. Nah the most difficult of the three challenges an inmate has to face is at least mercifully the least common:

How to handle the pressure of freedom knowing such a place exists.

For even if you could find another freed inmate you wouldn't be permitted to discuss that special place. And even if you could what would there be to discuss? The deafening silence of sleeping in your own bed? That miserable shaking when you begin to get overwhelmed with how many options you now had? No. Undoubtedly if you were to discuss the hardest part about being set free, it'd be the fact you knew the Nest was still there. Still waiting. Still biding its time. And that whatever you did to once find yourself there, loyal enough to avoid execution and yet heinous enough to be stripped of your freedom, you never know when your going to be caught and that nature the Gotei found so dangerous will yet again land you in those horrible white chambers.

Filling his lungs with a deep breath, Kionchi watched his hand shake as it hovered so hesitantly over the thick wooden door that separated himself and the captain who saw it right to let him go.

"Kiriko-taichou?" He called with two knocks. "You asked to see me, Kiriko-taichou?"

WC: 421; GP: 8; TGP: 8

Fulfillment

Transcendent It is not in the pursuit of happiness that we find fulfillment, it is in the happiness of pursuit.

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Oath Sign [Kiriko/Kionchi] May 17, 2015 16:46:54 GMT -5

Post by Fulfillment on May 17, 2015 16:46:54 GMT -5

She looked at him, this little worm that she had dug up from the garden patch in her backyard as bait for a larger game, before falling just the slightest bit attached to the delicious way he wriggled back and forth on her hook. Tsukiyo was an interesting morsel, interesting enough that she had stayed his inevitable execution in favor of watching that little soul twist under her grasp. Imagine, a criminal consumed with thoughts about purity! It made her want to squeeze him until he gasped out his ugly fears, like bloody froth on his lips, he would divulge the darkness of his soul. No one could escape that darkness, and she wanted him to know it. To rub his face in that knowledge. To see the moment when he realized this whole morality, this whole world structure, this whole idea of innocence and purity, it was all a farce. Stories and laws meant to take advantage of him, to wrap him up all prettily for the next biggest manipulator to snatch him up in their wake.

So, seeing a gift where it lay, she did her own snatching. She let him burnish his silver, let him glow white with the illusion of blamelessness, propping him up at her side as a perfect little soldier. And inwardly she giggled, the youthful soul in her wondering just how long it would take for his gilt to tarnish, for that silver to be splashed with so much blood it couldn't be wiped away or forgotten. Oh, it was cruel of her, certainly. To play with her toys this way. But would it have been crueler to leave him to rot in Maggot's Nest, probably not, not with the end she had in mind for her motley collection of swords.

Tsukiyo would be proof. Proof to the world that she was meant to be this way. That everything was predestined. When had she ever had choice? Ever had the ability to change her fate? There was never even a chance for Chinda Kiriko, becoming Penance hadn't sculpted her for this life, being born had. And Tsukiyo would prove it, marching forward to his own doom.

But in the meantime, he was a bladed edge that she could use for more material purposes. A keen weapon in the right hands. She only had to handle him correctly, impart on the sword just what he was, and everything would fall into place. His tenure within the Fourth had him perfectly ensconced within the Gotei, all she had to do was formally declare him absolved of all previous crimes and she would once more have a spy in the most troublesome of divisions.

Her office door snapped open, striking the wall with a heavy click that resounded throughout the utterly silent room. Gazing softly into the hallway, her eyes caressing Kionchi with a lovingly malevolent stare, Kiriko lifted her hand, one finger curling backward into her palm as she called him closer. “Tsukiyo-san,” and her voice was like the terrible silence between thunder peals, that empty echoing blackness that spread out between stars, and yet so silkily affectionate that it wrapped around him in its heavy embrace. “Please come in.”

Her fingers shot out, pointing flatly to the empty space before her desk where all visitors came to stand, like penitent delinquints and she their gaoler.

Waiting for him to shuffle in and stand before her, Kiriko's eyes crinkled upward in a sliver of a smile, the shadow of deceit just as clear on her face as the fake expression itself, "Now tell me, Tsukiyo-san, are you enjoying yourself now that you're free?"

WC: 608 | GP: 12 | Total GP: 12

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Oath Sign [Kiriko/Kionchi] May 26, 2015 0:28:08 GMT -5

Post by Kionchi on May 26, 2015 0:28:08 GMT -5

Animals know when they've come face to face with something beyond their means. When they stand not before a predator they must flee, but rather a force from which they know it is too late. Some will lash out and fight. Others lie and play dead. Fewer still will rip themselves apart, stinging themselves in that all encompassing madness perhaps out of fear of what it might become if exposed to that great distant other. And the madness of those broken and exiled from the cycle of death and rebirth were perhaps among the most frightening of the horrors known to the shockingly fragile human psyche. And yet Kionchi took no pride in being able to resist the dull roar of her existential magnitude. For only a creature with so starved an ego could be capable of so completely ignoring his own safety and dignity and enter that predator's lair. And perhaps had Tsukuyomi not been so paralyzed herself by Kiriko's awesome presence maybe she'd have enough of an effect on her star-struck master. But alas there was but one thought that purveyed his mind, spirit and soul. Not his own luck nor strength nor freedom. But rather the ability to take in and bask all that was the awesome perfection of the Goddess Behind the Desk.

Not the one who granted him freedom from the Nest. But rather the one who granted him the freedom to serve one as perfect as her.

“I am grateful to be free of the my masters long dead,” Kionchi said honestly, his fingers sliding down the door as he took his first steps into her office. “And happy to one again have the freedom to find one more worthy.”

He wasn't sure how he knew why he'd be there. Maybe it was the rumors he had heard of this captain. Or else the circumstances and his willingness to serve such in the past. She had made not even veiled attempts at soliciting him in the past. And yet he needed no confirmation to be sure of her intentions. Far in the furthest recesses of his mind he felt there was a time or place where he existed alongside her. His zanpaktou as good as hers; His heart and mind as easily manipulated as a brush in the hands of a master calligrapher. He had felt Penance's aura more clearly than any other trapped in the chaos of the nest. Her aura sweeping across the Gotei and taking back its holy dome from the clutches of those monsters. And in the glorious martyrdom of her leadership and reverie of her burden he felt not the madness that took hold of his fellow prisoners. But rather the inspiration that gave him the confidence he needed to know that he could never rest without having one point or another served one as perfect as that ideal before him.

There was a moment where he questioned his almost subhuman level of tolerance for subordination. Where he wondered if that madness had merely manifest different and he had fallen further than the rest. No. It was a foolish thought unworthy of her presence. And so he let go of the door and took a third step in, his hands now firmly planted at his side. And as the room went dark without the light of the halls of the Second, a new light welled in his heart at the sight of destiny uninhibited by such fowl preconceptions.

WC: 579; GP: 11; TGP: 19

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Oath Sign [Kiriko/Kionchi]

Post by Kionchi on Apr 29, 2015 23:53:41 GMT -5

Post by Fulfillment on May 17, 2015 16:46:54 GMT -5

Post by Kionchi on May 26, 2015 0:28:08 GMT -5

Welcome!