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@vuotoconcerto
OZYMANDIAS.
‟ #VUOTOCONCERTO ” an independent, semi-selective, moderately HC-based Bleach RP sideblog for @hollownekomata featuring Rōjurō "Rose" Ōtoribashi, attempted by Myell (26, she/her). icons: @/psyducksgfx - pinned and promo banners: @/senaedits - header, dividers, answered/headcanon banners: @/mochacappuccino
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Blog is 21+ and mutuals only (follows from @hollownekomata). OC, AU and Canon Divergence-friendly. MINORS DNI.
//myell discovers hot water again but I like the fact that we can see how Aizen's mention of their defeat in TBTP instantly gets under everyone's skin here
I think this can be applied to more or less all the Visoreds but I HC that Rose feels deeply responsible for not being able to stop the incident and avoid his friends getting hurt, as well as leaving the rest of his division behind with no explanation, and that those two factors are pivotal in his decision to accept taking his role back.
At least in my interpretation, the 100 year exile contributes a lot to his emotional maturity. He's definitely still bitter over Soul Society's decision to execute the group rather than rescue them, but it doesn't erase the fact that had he been stronger that night, perhaps the whole incident could have been avoided, and his Division wouldn't have had to go through all the chaos that ensued.
So to me he makes sense for him to go back to his old post despite how much he thinks of the Visored as his family. Dedicating his whole life to music in the world of the living sounds nice, but it's not the right thing to do in the face of his old division, fractured because of his inability to defend it.
//??? sir???
//ok thank you Love I thought I was the only one
//pov: the worst person you know just made a great point
"!!!"
"Be NICE."
//not Kubo casually mentioning in a Q&A that the Visored don't actually all live inside their abandoned building lair and that Rose can't hold a job and is often broke because of that lmfao.....
His greeting escapes him before he can make it any more courteous, perhaps too brash, but by genuine surprise fueled and colored. Although he'd pride himself, even after the Cataclysm, with holding onto small remembrances of optimism for the future, little hope remained in him for a reunion with the mournful messenger of the Dark --her role too noble to allow intersection with his now quiet, pain-ridded life.
Weary eyes, the result of a night of haunting by his scars - recent as they are deep - urge to narrow with glee, to mask such pressing reminder that no miracle could reassemble his guts in a matter of minutes without consequences --not one performed as an afterthought, at least.
"Your abscence bears no offense, Celeste. It only makes this reunion all the more delightful."
"I understand the circumstances. You made the nature of your task quite clear when we last met. I expected no less."
Like marble modeled by unsteady hands, her features bear the signs of the same somber affliction he remembered. He's seen them before, signs of adversity's carvings on others faces, as he sees the impressions of the unfathomable weight she carries in the name of her people.
Once again, there is a spark in him, a wish to aid, and see what lies beneath so much costernation. But imprudent eagerness might suffocate an already fragile bond, he fears. Insistence can be as violent as coercion.
"I'm most glad to see you again, really. Part of me was starting to worry whether I had frightened you away last time."
Vision quickly glancing at the documents before sliding back to meet her own, his hand leaves his side. This time, he shall offer it first. An exchange, a reminder of his promise.
"May I help with those ?"
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤUnderstanding : Something, so seldom afforded, to Hollows. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThen again ; he had proven himself, sympathetic to her people. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ A burden - A BLOOD -shared.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤA burden, she does ALL, not to show, with the radiance of her smile. ㅤㅤㅤㅤIt was not ENTIRELY fallacy ; no, for here, in the company of he, she ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤfelt almost at home. ALMOST.
❝ Ah, my friend, hardly so. ❞ She assures, the softest of CHEERY CHIRPS leaving her ! ❝ You've ... made me feel, as if I belong. You do not look upon me, with the deepest pity, nor the most severe of disgust. You look at me, as I were one of you. And that, means more than anything in the twin worlds, to me. ❞ Her truth, raw and given unabashedly.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIf little else ; she'd returned because of him.
A hand, extended. She peers down at it, clutching papers tight, reflexive for a moment. It would stand to gather, that bundled 'neath her WINGS, she was at a severe disadvantage. Movement, hindered, utterly. She, permitted to fly - freely in the Seireitei, could not do so with the BURDEN OF PAPERWORK. Paperwork, she could hardly read, no less. Little more, than a GLORIFIED PASSENGER PIGEON. After a moment, she decides that - if any were deserving, it would be he.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤStack is handed carefully over, prim and proper.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ ... Thank you. ❞
❝ ... I wish I were trusted with more, than being a mere messenger. But, I suppose I'm not quite as smart as Lady Nelliel or Harribel. Socially, I ... I'm truly of the friendlier sort, but ... ❞ Eyes fall to curled claws, digits loosely kissing her palm in the form of loose fists. Scales. Talons and fangs. She was too bestial, to represent her own. Ruff 'round her neck bristles, forcibly smoothed down. ❝ ... They know what's best. They, and your Head Captain. He treats me kindly. Doesn't ... speak to me as if I'm some animal. That's enough to be thankful for, I think. ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOr, so she tries to tell herself.
How a smile could leave him so unprepared.
Fleeting, glistening, as the Pleiades dashing through a velvety July night, and just as precious. Her merry chirps unravel the knots in his heart and face, almost lifting the dark traces of weariness under his eyes. To witness his intentions understood, and hear his presence so dearly welcome.. oh, it's time like these, indeed, when Rose remembers he yet lives, and his Undeath is but a far, woeful memory.
A smile in return, wide and warm, and a hand on his heart, feel most appropriate.
The same hand accepts the burden she so graciously allows him to ease.
"Anytime."
Following her remark, dark lashes lock in a squint, as his gaze follows strings of written word far too familiar to his role. Trivial forms, bureaucratic fluff of little importance--papers that any unseated officer could transport, if willing. And a lack of will is indeed at hand, he speculates, sour note strung by past experiences.
"I... find it hard to believe, that you lack acumen, Celeste, dear."
"Intelligence isn't measured by how many tasks one knows how to handle, just like a musician's worth isn't measured merely by how many songs he knows. It's the intention behind it --how much of ourselves we are willing to put into our efforts, as small as they can be, that makes them valuable. Moreover, it's the conductor's job to make the most out of every single instrument's strengths and weaknesses..."
A being of such wisdom and tender courage, and a form made to challenge the Sky itself, asked to ...carry paperwork? Was that the extent of the trust put in her? Certainly, the examples offered are indeed souls with sound and virtuous intentions, but the same, he knows for sure, can't be said of everyone beneath them.
A stiff hum collects and extinguishes his open displeasure, while sinuous fingers rake through his golden locks, in an attempt at composure. Yet his eyes do not leave the foul stack.
"...forgive me. I just hate witnessing talent being wasted. I'm both a Captain and an artist, after all."
"There must be something more ...fulfilling, for you to do. What is your wish, Celeste? If you could choose, how would you like to help?"
Oh, Shinji definitely owed him more than one or two glasses of wine for this one.
Bony fingers skim through the year's schedule once again, as Rose tries to estimate the sheer magnitude of the mess he's been caught in. Sure, Shinji would be doing most of the work - by making a fool of himself among a bunch of highs choolers - and money was tight for a group of outcasts like the Visoreds, but what sort of comically unlucky star alignment had come into play for him to be assigned the one most neglected subject in the entire school program?
Admittedly, he had no idea the whole teacher gig could get that serious. Karakura High's admin board had practically hired him on the spot the moment he mentioned he was related to a native English academic. Maybe it was for the best, but something tells him his request to double as music teacher when needed will take some time to be reviewed...
Finally, a friendly voice breaks the cycle of stiff and tedious introductions that's been haunting him for the past few days. His back straightens to look back at Tania, uncaring of how less dignified than the rest of his colleagues he probably looks, with his white shirt unbuttoned down to his collarbones and his hair tie around his wrist rather than holding his hair.
"Ah, thank you. Much appreciated."
"Honestly refreshing to hear. Everyone's been nice and all, but frankly I'm not cut out for their formalities."
His hand reaches for the nurse's. One or two pleasant connections wouldn't hurt now, would they? At least he knows where to look next time Shinji's clownery gets him in trouble.
"Rose Ōtoribashi. Just Rose is fine. It will make things less awkward when I'll inevitably end up in your office after getting lost or something."
The timing of a new transfer student and a new english teacher was highly suspicious, however it wasn't something she could call out outright. There wasn't enough evidence and it could just be her own paranoia clouding her judgment. So for the time being she'll treat this Rose fairly. So she took his hand and give it a firm shake.
"Can do, Rose. A word of advise if you don't want to lose your mind while working here just go with the flow." She's forgone trying to warn new teachers about any of the strange irregularities at this school. "You'll save yourself some sanity and at the end of the day they're so desperate for a replacement you could probably get away with being a bit lax on your teaching or if you need extra time for grading papers." Her approach was far more casual than most of the professional staff and was clearly one of the more approachable staff members.
"And fair warning there are common class ditchers, so if you have a Kurosaki, Ishida, Inoue, or Yasutora in your class and they just up and run off, just leave it. I tried bringing it up before but it just gets waived off. I dunno what they've got goin' on but they're all generally good kids and do well in their classes so I've heard." She lets out a small sigh. It was the partial truth.
In the beginning she would often bring up their sudden absences or leaving their classes out of nowhere but no matter how many times they act as if something else entirely occurred. After seeing the kids fight monsters in the sky she learned it was best to let sleeping dogs lie before she gets bitten trying to call animal control.
"I'm heading to grab my lunch from the teachers office and I'll be pretty much holed up in my nurse's office if you ever need anything."
"Right. Sounds about how I usually approach things."
As if.
All his familiarity with the job comes from what he had picked up from his father a good hundreds of years ago, thus not counting all the modern bureaucratic annoyances. More than going with the flow, he feels like he's just been thrown down a river - by Shinji - and his only options are either growing gills or drowning.
Thankfully, improvisation is one of his specialties, and so far it seems to be keeping him afloat, at least socially. It's suposed to last only until they're able to recruit that Kurosaki boy, after all.
Speaking of which, Rose surely wasn't expecting to run into his name so soon, and... into several others too. Still, on-sight investigation is Shinji's job, another luck of his, so direct contact with the target isn't contemplated. Small mercies.
"That's... rather specific. Does it happen that often? You say that as if it's not the first time you warn someone about it."
"Oh, well... I trust your judgment. As long as I don't have to chase them down..."
Logic would dictate Tania makes for the perfect candidate to extract valuable information from, yet, that's simply not how Rose works, especially with someone who has been benevolent enough to give him unprompted advice on how to survive that gigantic lair of kids. In truth, some guilt is already insinuating within him for pretending to be her colleague. His features remain unbothered a he curses this whole endeavor once again.
"Hey -- uh, I hate to be a bother, but mind if I come along? I wasn't joking about getting lost. The board might as well have given me a flyer with how rushed the introductory tour was."
"I promise I'll let you have lunch in peace."
𝄕|𝄞𝄙 @doomxdriven writes:
"What's that you're wearing under your Shihakushō? That frilly-looking cloth?" Amagai asked in a friendly, easygoing manner. "It looks really comfortable and stylish. Wish I'd have thought to wear something like that back when I was running around as Captain of the Third."
improvised | [always accepting] 𝄙𝄥
"Oh, believe me. The first version was drastically better."
"Had to tone it down a notch to get old Yamamoto's approval, and it still took me a couple of tries. Unbelievable. Have you seen Kurotsuchi? He gets to walk around like that, meanwhile I can't even wear a little ruffle collar to complete my carefully-crafted aesthetic."
Growing up amidts Western antiquities had left a mark in his preference for clothing, inevitably. Extended wide across his face, a satisfied smirk shows the length his pride could reach --a compliment stays a compliment, even when uttered by a traitor.
"It seems you have a good eye for style, Amagai."
"If only you had the same respect for the position that was graciously granted you."
𝄕|𝄞𝄙 @hirak0s writes:
"He's on his knees outside of Rose's place, boombox on blast playing: Baby Come Back by Player. (From Shinji… I'm sorry…)"
improvised | [always accepting] 𝄙𝄥
"oh for fuck's --SHINJI!"
He appears from the first floor balcony, fully ready for bed as his cotton robe and comfy slippers imply.
The comb in his hand is swung, directly aiming for Shinji's forehead.
"You can't do that anytime I'm too busy to hang out! You think my hair styles itself?!"
"NOW THROW THAT BACK!"
𝄕|𝄞𝄙 @reiiishii writes:
who exactly are you, anyways? (Merisi)
from: › FIRST LINE PROMPTS | [accepting] 𝄙𝄥
"Real answer --someone with more in common with you than you might think."
"Also a real answer, a humble musician."
His expression remains untouched, his tone betrays a note of curiosity. Any expectations for something this unusual to happen were greatly discouraged by the vast amount of nothing surrounding them. He'd even find some decent inspiration in it, if it wasn't for the reason he's there in the first place --patrols in Hueco Mundo? Really? What were they expecting him to find and report exactly? The state of erosion of the ruins?
As he turns around, however, he can't avoid focusing on the state the curious being verses in.
"My, don't you look in bad shape. Don't you think it's kind of dangerous to be out here in the open all alone?"
ladys-roleplay-memes:
❝ Man’s disobedience brings death❞ ❝ Rest can never dwell for hope will never come❞ ❝ All is not lost ❞ ❝ Courage is never to submit or yield ❞ ❝ Strongly suffer and support your pains ❞ ❝ Out of evil seek to bring forth good ❞ ❝ There is fire that burns, and fire that gives warmth❞ ❝ What reinforcement we may gain from hope ❞ ❝ What resolution we gain from despair ❞ ❝ The mind is its own place ❞ ❝ The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.❞ ❝ What does it matter if I will stay the same❞ ❝ Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heaven ❞ ❝ Awake, arise, or be for ever fallen ❞ ❝ Devils are adored for deities❞ ❝ Your eyes are cruel but cast remorse and passions to behold ❞ ❝ No one admires the riches that grow in Hell ❞ ❝ Behold a wonder! ❞ ❝ From this descent virtues will appear ❞ ❝ What fear we then? ❞ ❝ Our only cure is to be no more❞ ❝ This horror will grow mild, this darkness light ❞ ❝ What hope is worth waiting for❞ ❝ Being happy but ill is not the worst❞ ❝ Our torments also may become our elements❞ ❝ Purge off this gloom ❞ ❝ Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep ❞ ❝ Lower still I fall ❞ ❝ I beg of peace ❞ ❝ Knowledge of good is enguled by knowing ill❞ ❝ What do my eyes with grief behold?❞ ❝ Should I at your harmless innocence melt as I do❞ ❝ To what else should I abhor ❞ ❝ The happier to Eden shall enjoy their fill while I am thrust to Hell❞ ❝ It is because one is already in Hell that one kills themselves❞ ❝ Who overcomes by force hath overcome but half his foe❞ ❝ Neither man nor angel can discern Hypocrisy❞ ❝ New conscience wakes despair ❞ ❝ Whichever way I go is Hell; I myself am Hell ❞ ❝ So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, ❞ ❝ Only ignorance brings a truly happy state❞ ❝ I forget all time when I converse with you❞ ❝ You are made of all the shades of night❞ ❝ To love or not? This is where we stand or fall❞ ❝ Revenge, at first though sweet, recoils bitter long back on itself ❞ ❝Solitude sometimes is best society, ❞ ❝ Short retirement urges sweet return❞ ❝ Hope elevates and joy brightens❞ ❝I feel the link of nature draw me ❞ ❝ Our state cannot be severed; we are one ❞ ❝ To lose you would be to lose myself ❞
𝄕|𝄞𝄙 @baiika writes:
Momo; ❛ i did not know, no one knew. ❜
from: the horror of a carcass is the beauty of a butcher shop | [accepting] 𝄙𝄥
"...and that is for the best."
Like displaced droplets of his wine, scrawny fingers trace the side of his half-empty glass. It was nearly not enough to cloud his judgement, but it was, apparently, to have him find words for an answer.
"Shinji said it best. His distrust for Sousuke was pivotal to his plan --had that not been the case... "
Sousuke. As if he was still the well-mannered shadow that Shinji would talk shit about amidst the fumes of alcohol over at their usual nomiya. As if that man ever existed.
"...had anyone showed the slightest sign of suspicion... we would have been dead. As anyone and anything that was of no use to him."
His guts knot together, whether because of the drink or the weight of one hundred years of resentment, he can not say. For a brief moment, old exhaustion that lingers within him ever since his soul was poisoned boils like slothful pitch --too thick to erupt, too virulent to digest. Anger stifled for so long it became bleeding crust, stretching painfully under his skin as he grimaces at his own thoughts.
"It is by his mercy that we yet live. And if it wasn't for one incalculable variant... it would have been all for nothing."
"It is... infuriating. Infuriating."
𝄕|𝄞𝄙 plotted starter | @crescentcheshire 𝄙𝄥
"Hey --it's not that bad. I'd say you're the one who inherited the bigger mess out of us three."
Inherited, as if it was a curse, or a blessing they had been asked to take on rather than a responsibility they owed. At least, that's how Rose feels. The other two returning Captains both had their very own reasons to accept wearing their old insignia once again, he believes, but none of them had been discussed.
Not that he expected Kensei or all people to feel the need to justify his choice. However, as far as him and Shinji were concerned, perhaps leaving the bigger things unsaid had become a pattern.
"Most popular Division, most number of transfer requests, most number of proficient Kido users, top here and top there."
"A legitimate nightmare. Are you even able to relax?"
@vuotoconcerto ── it's been a minute.
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Still, arms burdened with the HEFT of paperwork, she cannot read. Dark lashes would flutter, before brow creases, her head tipping so - slightly downward. It's been a minute.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤShocked, was she, that her presence ought be MISSED. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤShe, herself, did not consider it IMPORTANT.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ ... It has, ❞ she replies, soft, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Surely, you can forgive an unannounced absence ..? ❞
With care, does she tucked clipped papers 'neath her WING, plumage near her throat puffing up and out in her embarrassment. True ; she had vanished o'er the course of a mere night, tearing GARGANTA open without so much as a goodbye to those in the Seiretei. It was not borne of malice, nor a cruel, cold heart. Merely, that her existence bore such little weight on such frail relations. Perhaps, she was wrong in thinking so. Though the two did not war, as they had once, THINGS WERE STILL TERSE. Espada remnants were dutiful to their kind, and only their kind. Some, served themselves more than others.
There is guilt, there, in the soul of hers that remains, pure and kind. Claws fidget, somewhat, her head bowed in apology. It was custom, here, moreso to show remorse. Even if she had trained herself out of an EXCESS of it, years ago. Scaled paws are careful, ginger as she steps closer.
❝ I ... I do apologize, Ser, I simply ... I just ... do not fancy myself as someone who needs to be noticed. My home needed me, as I needed it. Here, is ... difficult. It is not my home. I am not welcome in your places of food and celebration. I am looked at, still, like something to be feared. ❞
Eyes that would rake over ferocious - looking form, did so with an echo of fear in the DEPTHS of their gaze. Lips part, before closing once more, smile thin, weary. It hurts. Of course it does.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFor someone who yearns, so clearly, for companionship ... ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTo be rejected, at near every turn, was wounding.
↳ SUPERMAN LINES.
His greeting escapes him before he can make it any more courteous, perhaps too brash, but by genuine surprise fueled and colored. Although he'd pride himself, even after the Cataclysm, with holding onto small remembrances of optimism for the future, little hope remained in him for a reunion with the mournful messenger of the Dark --her role too noble to allow intersection with his now quiet, pain-ridded life.
Weary eyes, the result of a night of haunting by his scars - recent as they are deep - urge to narrow with glee, to mask such pressing reminder that no miracle could reassemble his guts in a matter of minutes without consequences --not one performed as an afterthought, at least.
"Your abscence bears no offense, Celeste. It only makes this reunion all the more delightful."
"I understand the circumstances. You made the nature of your task quite clear when we last met. I expected no less."
Like marble modeled by unsteady hands, her features bear the signs of the same somber affliction he remembered. He's seen them before, signs of adversity's carvings on others faces, as he sees the impressions of the unfathomable weight she carries in the name of her people.
Once again, there is a spark in him, a wish to aid, and see what lies beneath so much costernation. But imprudent eagerness might suffocate an already fragile bond, he fears. Insistence can be as violent as coercion.
"I'm most glad to see you again, really. Part of me was starting to worry whether I had frightened you away last time."
Vision quickly glancing at the documents before sliding back to meet her own, his hand leaves his side. This time, he shall offer it first. An exchange, a reminder of his promise.
"May I help with those ?"
