Brought in for Questioning (open to 9th)

[Fensake Daito]

*is going of memory for what the gates look like*

The Senkai gate, this one of the 9th and not Fensake's typical 6th division, opened in all it's large glory. The large red doors opening slowly and steadily as the silhouette's of first one, then two to either side, and then three more shinigami loomed within the light of the World Separator. The first figure appeared slightly ahead of the secondary pair, and they before the third and final group.

The guards surrounding the 9th division gate immediately made ready to strike at the unknowable foes that came to them through their assigned Senkaimon. A good thing to always be ready, especially in a division that in several opinions was less then ethical and could likely be raided for evidence based purely on suspicion. The guards themselves were nothing special, granted no Zanpakutou while they performed their duties and wielding only a two pronged staff. Each was of a deep skin tone, not quite brown, but the artificial tone of a deep tan more so. The typical dark hair, combed loosely back, and to the right side for the left, and then right side guards in same order.

After a few small moments the back shaped that arose from the light began to take on details. Fensake's Lieutenants badge, strapped around his left arm midway up his Bicep. It could be noted that the left sleeve of his shihakusho had been ripped away only inches after the shoulder cut-off, and minimal burns across his forearms would perhaps suggest as to why he would be missing this sleeve. The two men behind him held thick ropes, they nor the ropes showed no sign of damage, nor of any great rank among their kind. Likely a small team after small prey, and low-level skill so that they could learn on such a small fry.

These ropes trailed to meet with two more rope sets carried by the outer pair of the third group of men in this cadre. From that point all four of these ropes swirled around a man from waist till throat, holding him and keeping him from gaining advantage in any direction. He was strangely enough, not a pitiably ugly man, but one who perhaps not beautiful, but with his owned rugged good looks. A stubbly beard trimmed for fashionable shape, his black hair slicked back in most places, except for the few stray strands a struggle would have caused. His robes were none existent in any recognizable form, the material used to create for himself a closer fitting suit of sorts, still the same basic look, but definitely less bulky and more fitted to a body like his own. Even in his hour of defeat, captured and being returned to pay for his crimes, his eyes are alight with wonderment and determination for escape. As if he knows he has the upper hand against the four holding him, and as his gaze falls across Fensake's broad back the feeling of confidence easily doubles within the mans chest.

As of his capture he knew Fensake's energy would be low, having used so much of it simply defending the 4 men who had gone with him. He'd likewise received wounds that hadn't yet been shown. A slash across his back that would burst open if he tried to stop the fugitive.

"Hmm, 9th squad? Well well, I see this will be an eventful incarceration. sorry to leave you To IT!"

Fensake spun, he had stepped over to the guards after the gateway had closed behind them, and spoken his business but the fugitives words were one that screamed of escape attempt. The fugitive yanked himself to the left pulling both those rope-holders off center. The opposite ones, new to the routine slipped the situation into the puddle of failure and began to move closer to the target, putting themselves within distance to be struck, and were put down to the floor in an instant.

The guards, unhindered by any injuries charged past Fensake, one managed to put his staff around the target's waist, but before he could shove him to the floor the target crouched underneath and charged up putting all that power into a gut blow that dropped the guard and tumbled him across the floor. The ropes all fell away as the wielders released them and the target pulsed with energy. He hefted the dropped staff and knocked aside the second guard before focusing on fensake who had collapsed to one knee.

A pool of blood had begun to form at Fensake feet from the slash, and there was blood flowing down his forearm and bicep from where his badge was strapped. He looked on the man with disgust at his attempt to escape.

"You can't hope to get away, why do you persist in harming them when you know it gains you nothing?"

Fensake glared at the fugitive, he despised his kind, those who struggled when they had no chance. Who harmed anyone to get what they desired. It disgusted him that the man had managed to even put himself into such a position of mercy. What was worse is the man knew it.

"Would you prefer it that I simply let myself be given over to these maniacs? you know just what goes on in this place, a man with my crimes may be given this punishment, but they will add to it as they see fit. trimming me up here and their, all in the name of false justice."

The man swung the guards staff at Fensake, Fensake tried to get out of the way but with his wound opened up he simply couldn't and was sent rolling across the floor to rest on his stomach. He glared daggers at his enemy at the cowardly attack.

"You'll still never get away, why do you persist with that in mind. I know your not stupid if you know what's really going to happen to you."

Fensake shuddered,but forced himself to his feet. He could make it through such pain if needed. 4th squad medics could fix it as soon as this was over.

"Why do I persist in what? My suicidal attempt? Because to be killed is better then to be given to the hands of the 9th division. Now slay me, OR DIE!"

The man charged Fensake, staff held to thrust him down to the floor where a killing blow could be made easily. Fensake couldn't move though. It was taking all of his will to stay up, and the situation had his blood pumping on high-speed so it was like a constant blackout edge. He couldn't make himself calm. He couldn't react.

"You guys...can interfere anytime you know."

He said to nobody in sight, as if speaking to those he only could sense and feel around him.

[GoldenKitten]

A white cloaked male watched the scene unfold with a completely neutral look and stance about him, not bothering to interfere as the prisoner became violent. He had his orders but as he saw it nobody on their “side” seemed in mortal danger as it stood. Sitting upon a nearby rooftop he reached down and grabbed a small silver tea-cup from where it had been set on the eave of the building and brought it to his lips. Shrugging his shoulders he let out a great sigh and rubbed his eyes while staring upward, in his schedule it was early morning and he didn't really want to be awake. However this prisoner had been promised to them and being one of relative power it was not a chance his mistress would pass up. She was particularly fond of breaking the stronger ones and had immediately called him as her own upon hearing of the matter, nobody would ever oppose. Without returning his vision to the feeble attempt at escape below he pushed off the roof with his one free hand and fell through the air, halfway to the ground he simply vanished. Meanwhile the prisoner was moments from striking Fensake when he jolted back and let out a yelp while clawing at his eyes.

“GAAAAHHHH!!! WHA~!!!”

“Pathetic. Such a one as is at your level shan't fight against ere', to make the mistress wait should serve only as to inflame her choler.” The white cloaked man spoke in a sort of mixture of old language and new.

He was a brilliant man who now stood in between Fensake and the prisoner with an imposing height and an aura of strength about him, though while he was built he was certainly not grotesquely bulbous. He sported a lions mane of white hair which flew wildly from his head and fell down to the nape of his neck. His skin mirrored that of the guards being dark by tan rather than biology, regardless his was undoubtedly darker, almost to an unnatural extent. He watched the scene with uncaring gray eyes, a sharp face and a neutral visage. Though not a member of the hierarchy he made no attempt to hide the fact that he was wearing nearly all white with only a black shinigamis undergarment seen beneath even marking him as such, this included baggy white pants and wraps around his hands. He also seemed to disregard typical protocol completely with his large claymore like zanpaktou displayed with great over assurance on his back. However it had not been this weapon he had struck with, instead he held the silver tea-cup out toward the man and it was now empty, it seemed he had tossed the boiling hot liquid into the mans face, he then dropped the cup.

Before the prisoner could adjust to the discomfort the man in white was upon him, he thrust his hand into the mans mug and picked him up. It was at this time that one could see that despite his relatively thin figure for his size he was still a giant, his hand easily covered the average sized prisoners entire face. With a great thrust he pushed the man downward and slammed him hard into the ground with such force that had he not been a shinigami his skull would surely have collapsed. As it was he simply gasped but that was cut off quickly as the large man placed his sandaled foot on the mans larynx causing the prisoner to quickly start spasming in convulsions, attempting vainly to get free. The cloaked man motioned to the guards who were now righting themselves and they quickly rushed over, resealing the bind that had held the prisoner. As soon as they were done he pulled his foot up and the man gasped heavily for air.

“Let et' be a lesson. In the more you struggle the greater the pain. The less a fire in 'our soul...well, you may 'et walk out alive you prove manageable. Than'gin knowing mi'lady tis might'n prove opposite.” He said this with an utterly serious look on his face while staring at the still sputtering man before turning to Fensake, “I am Volk. Vassal of mi'lady, mistress of 9th. We 'ave on record your coming, if you would follow?”

It wasn't really a request though as Volk turned on his heel and walked off without Fensakes agreement, obviously though such consent wasn't really necessary since thats what they were here for anyway. Within moments of leaving the gate they were amongst the buildings of 9th though these were newly rendered, not that anyone would have guessed such had they not been here before. The place was a ghost-town and though the buildings were in the traditional Japanese fashion the wood that comprised them looked ready to rot and fall apart, worse it was a monochrome place with the buildings being completely black with only occasional splatterings of white. In fact the entire place was, the ground was dead dirt and all the trees were black and twisted with no growth. The sky always seemed to burn an extremely bright white here, piercing your soul until the sun finally set...at which time things were only worse. The only thing that brought some color to the area were the red windows in a large black chapel like structure that stood in the background, however since the 9th Squad captain Hitotsu had disappeared in the assault on Hueco Mundo it had not been used. Whether this was out of reverence or an attempt to change the way of things it was hard to say.

They walked in silence and one would have to wonder where all the divisions members were as you almost expected a tumble-weed to blow across any moment “Old West” style things were so still. They took a turn and entered what from the outside appeared to be like any of the other buildings around it, it was one of the larger buildings but nothing in particular made it stand out. The door to the inside was wide open and as they stepped on to the wooden flooring it made cavernous groans, as if there was a great open space beneath them though it had looked as if it was on the ground from the outside. Within the building it was mostly empty with a few dilapidated tables sitting around. All the windows were open providing the only light and despite how bright it had seemed when they were under the sun it only cast a half-light in this place, like the afternoon but with still white light.

Amongst the shadowy room there was a bar, it closely resembled a check-in desk at a western hotel though of course that was a silly comparison. Behind it sat a single thin man with milky white skin made more so since he was balled who seemed a tad malnourished and was currently staring up at the ceiling with his eyes half-closed. It seemed he was completely oblivious to the appearance of the group until Volk clapped his hands and the man came to life all at once. His dark hazel eyes rolled in there sockets for a moment before he set them on the group and seeing the prisoner a snake like grin spread across his face. Without a word he pulled a set of large glasses up from a strap that had been around his neck and placed them on his face, he then pulled himself forward and grabbed a large antique black book that might have escaped ones attention until he moved to it. Dust flew into the air from its ancient pages and he brought his finger to the book, scanning with the top of his glasses like an old grandfather before he found what he wanted, grabbed a nearby pen and checked something off. Having done this he looked back up and chuckled a bit.

“So this is the one the good lady wants to see herself. I say things have been rather dull lately, I can understand why she would be stretching out to one even so pathetic as you. Oh well, on your way, your signed-in.” The mans voice was deeper than might have been expected from his form, Volk and he exchanged nods before parting.

Volk moved through the building, the walkways of this particular structure had obviously been made for larger crowds like the one now moving through it despite its humble outside appearances. Whether the rest of the buildings were like this or if it was only this one serving as a base went unsaid. Whatever the case if the followers had been hoping for a spot of color they would be sorely disappointed, if anything the hallways were darker and even more bland. More than anything the ceiling above seemed to be cloaked in shadow and a weaker will would have seen ones eyes being constantly drawn to it out of some primal fear. As they got deeper one couldn't help but notice that there were fewer and fewer windows through which the piercing white light could be made out, shortly before they reached an area that was completely shrouded in darkness from there on Volk turned and opened one of many large sliding doors that had flanked the hall. He gestured for them all to move through and they did so, he followed after and resealed the door behind them. This happened several times as they walked through pitch black rooms until they were surely toward the center of the building, one more door which if one had seen it from a birds eye view would have been parallel with the entrance they had moved into the building through was opened and the guest ones more coaxed through.

What greeted them was a much larger room than any others but for any prisoner it was certainly not a greeting sight. The room was mostly black except for a singular ray of light shining from the ceiling at the far end on to what appeared to be a altar. However it was not that which drew ones sight, around them were countless white pillars like one might find in a traditional Japanese shrine and amongst them, fluttering in the darkness were countless silver flashes. They sounded a bit like wind chimes as they clinked together but anybody could see they were anything but, countless types of blades hung from the ceiling and shifted gently in the wind. There was old dried blood on the tips of some and yet despite the macabre show it was certainly one of the lesser mental techniques utilized by 9th to tear down a prisoners psychological walls before the real fun even began.

As the group entered they might spot a cloaked figure on the far end who rapidly began approaching them. Volk immediately stopped and kneeled down on one knee, as she got closer one could see that this was Laetitia the vice-captain of 9th division. She had been sporting this black cloak which had countless golden flecks in it and golden tassles hanging from it ever since she had returned from the Hueco Mundo mission though she still had her regular outfit underneath. As she pulled the hood off her face she exposed a wild grin on her face as she eyed the group with honey-gold eyes, as was usual it was hard to believe someone so beautiful was really as mad as people liked to say and had really been the catalyst of so much rumor. It didn't help that when she spoke she had the voice of an innocent little girl, seeming completely out of place in such a division.

“I came to find you!” She said sticking out her tongue at Volk who was now rising.

“If mi'lady had gone'un waited this one would'un brought to her.”

“I KNOW, I KNOW!!! BUT I COULDN'T!!! Always leaving me to do the boring things.” She made a false pout at the last part, then she brightened up. She reached into her cloak and pulled out a vicious looking blade that ended in a three pronged trident and when she pushed a button it began spinning rapidly, “Look! Look at what the guys in creation gave me! Isn't it cute?!!!”

Volk just nodded, then Laetitias eyes wandered to the prisoner. There and then one could have believed everything about Laetitia, her countenance changed with a rapidity befitting only the maddest of the bi-polar crowd. Her precocious and happy smile was replaced by a vicious grin and her voice lowered to a hiss.

“Is this him?” Volk nodded to this and she approached him, she placed her hand on his forehead and rolled his skull around a few times before dropping him, “My new playmate.”

“Who are they?” She asked tossing her head at the guards.

“They'ar'e ones who captured him...and vice-captain Fensake.”

“Oh, thought he looked familiar.” She said looking at Fensake in a completely off-hand manner.

With that she turned around and they all approached the altar, Laetitia delivered a swift kick to its base and it started grinding against the ground in a backward motion. After about ten seconds it stopped to reveal a stone staircase underneath that lead downward, she turned around and held out her hand.

“I can take him from here yep, yep...unless you all want to join in the fun!?” She stuck out her tongue again but this time there was some venom in it, like it wasn't just a cute action. Most of the guards simply stepped back, shaking there heads to what was obviously a rhetorical question and then holding out their ropes toward Volk and her.

Volk stepped foward, "First mi'lady un seems they need answers."

Laetitia pouted once more, this time for real, "Thats no fun, I wanna have fun!" She sighed and then looked at Fensake, "Well come on then, I'll need you to tell me what to get out of him." She went to turn around and walk down the steps letting Volk handle the prisoner when she spun around with speed that could only be brought on by worry, "BUT HES MINE AFTER!!!", nobody who had ever met any of 9ths leadership ever doubted they were simply in this to be cruel. But for what it was worth they were effective.

The group moved into the darkness below the steps.

[Fensake Daito]

"The slight whoosh and momentary release of energy gave Fensake all the confirmation he required for the arrival of the 9th squad. He had felt them waiting when he had arrived, adding to that rumors of how anxious they seemed to be in acquiring more of their prisoners, he had also guessed somebody would be anxiously awaiting him. Fensake himself had heard various the rumors spreading after the disappearance of Hitotsu taichou. Of how the buildings had begun to falling into a mild disrepair with nobody to live among them. It was indeed unsettling to have come out only to find the normal Senkaimon guards resolutely watching over the black gate. the 9th had grown dark, and perhaps a little overly demented within it's seclusion. Fensake could count the many times during various chats with others of how they so greatly wished a reformation of the 9th unit. A way of forcing them back into the track in life they belonged. However, never had there been Solid concrete proof of tampering beyond the required executions. All bodies were pristine except for the method that had slain them. Fensake did not fancy himself a medic, but he could tell just how closely the 4th division had been going over each corpse that was brought before them after being handled by the 9th.

His eyes fuzzed for a moment, and the image before him froze in his mind. Perhaps that was the only reason he saw as the hot brown liquid seared it's way into his would be captives eyes. He had not even flinched it seemed when his vision started moving again, but he did take a faltering step back as the man landed between himself and the scrabbling writhing prisoner. The better to be out of his way if he intended to finish this. He could see his team picking themselves up, one was a recent transfer from the 4th division. Unseated of course, but while a drop-out among medics he had proved at least better at keeping them intact in the field then his 6th squad had ever been. He nodded and the one in question moved around in a wide circle as the other three regained control of the prisoner. He would need to follow Fensake for the time being to be sure the wound stayed closed, as well because Fensake would need to be sure to deliver this one directly to the acting captain of the 9th squad.

"Indeed Volk, please refrain from harming him more then is required. while I am in transit with him his care is my responsibility. Any harm you bring upon him I will be able to reciprocate."

He squeezed volks shoulder his eyes glinting as he tried to focus his vision. He was making it seem a show of pulling rank, really he was using him for support for a moment while his head cleared. It took only about a second, but he continued forward afterward until he held the prisoners head with one hand by the chin. He turned his head left and right while he looked over the burns, noted them, and then let the mans head go before turning and facing volk once more, forcing the transfer member to constantly spin around him to stay at his back.

He had turned to respond, but caught himself before he opened his mouth to speak with volks retreating back. He motioned with a head tilt and they set off to follow him down into the bowels of the previous 9th division. He did not bother to look around. It was not important. He was better used to focus on the signatures of energy around, or to be correct, below himself. He understood the reasoning behind that directional point of energy, it was needless to confirm with his subordinates on whether they had noticed as well or not. He followed quietly, not needing to pass any information he had on, and like wise requiring none that Volk would likely give to him.

He followed in silent contemplation as they entered the building behind volk. Within he found, or more so heard, all the proof he would have needed of something being below them. the hollow sound of the flooring was obvious enough with the information. As they approached a small man on the far side of the room the transfer member stepped around moving alongside Fensake for a moment to inform him the wound was closed for the moment, but would need immediate attention after this was finished. He conferred with him a few moments more, but looked alert as they were told they could go on their way. He assumed it meant they should leave, but when nobody stopped him from continuing to follow behind volk he guessed it had and they had decided it was to difficult to try and halt him from going farther, or that they had meant the party as a whole to continue.

they stalked down the hall, now spreading wide so as to contain any actions by the prisoner. some glancing about in mild caution. Fensake approved, for one could never know what might come from where. to be ready was what he had picked these men for, thus they would be ready. For anything.


They did not even show signs of confusion as they entered into what Fensake might call a shrine of sorts, by decor more then function he was sure. elegant wind chimes fluttering on either side, no need to wonder where the wind might have come from. however, there was a distinct odor to the air, a powerfully nauseating one. Fensake had at first passed it off as caused by his wound, but as he glanced back to confirm his suspicions with the men following him, they nodded before glancing quietly back at the various "chimes" hanging in the long room.

He held a hand to let his men know they need not kneel within this place as he saw the glittering shroud of Laetitia approach them. for several reasons in fact. One, they were still transporting a prisoner. Two, the prisoner had already made one attempt at escape. Three, he did not trust this place to let them out alive if any made a false step.

He remained quiet, inwardly disgusted by how vile these people could be in the joy of torture, in the act of recreational harming others for information that they would likely never even bother to report to anyone, or at the least need to report. He merely glowered at the question of joining in on the "fun" to soon occur. There was no fun to be had in needlessly harming a man who had been sentenced before he had even been captured. He had slain a fellow squad member, a seated officer, though only 20th. After which he had fled the Soul Society. His sentence was death, and he had confessed upon capture to his crimes, claiming he had simply grown bored of these silly duties he had.

An open and shut case, so what need was there for...fun.


"You have no need for questioning. My orders were very clear. I am to bring to you this man after he has been subdued." These were indeed his orders, and no limits on how far or how long he remained after that capture had been set so he decided to bend words to his own situation. "I am to preside over the execution, simple and clean for his shamed burial. He will gladly answer any questions you may have for him, but as it is my duty to watch him you will be allowed only answers to those deemed fit for his crimes, actions, and so forth."

He held a hand out, taking hold of the ropes before sliding it around his arm several times. He gave a slight yank to bring the prisoner up beside him, his men stepping back forward as if encouraged by their Lieutenant.

"Prisoner, you will behave as needed, and answer all questions. failure to do so will lead to a less clean death at a hand besides my own. Is this understood?" Fensake kept his tone level, yet filled it with power. He did not remove his eyes from Laetitia in case she decided rules and regulations were beneath her. A small mumble from the defeated man was barely audible in the vast space.

"I said is this understood? Speak up." Fensake's tone was heavier now, and far more demanding. He even took one eye from Laetitia to glance at the prisoner beside him. The prisoners eyes glinted again, with that inner light he had held when the capture had been in progress. Fensake was amazed the man could even open his eyes as slightly as he had after the hot tea had splashed on them. "It is....understood."