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@PhoenixOh really? I didn't realise you were asking at all. I would have said yes a while ago, lol.
just to say - I'm not against any collab posts at all, so if I should be in one such group or another, just let me know with a link either here or pm. Cheers.
just to say - I'm not against any collab posts at all, so if I should be in one such group or another, just let me know with a link either here or pm. Cheers.
I posted. I'm aware I might have taken some liberties in the post, but just as an explanation: the actions of the Third Seat of the Eleventh Division do not need to tie into the main plot at all, I deliberately left it open so you can decide how if at all you would like it to fit into the plot. I just thought it was a interesting way to explain why Xero was late and why no one else in the resistance has spoken anything of it or even seen him.

Rekuzan Xero - Abandoned Mansion


Xero woke up suddenly. His eye pierced open and he instantly sat up, stiff and alert. He glanced left and right taking in the fact he was in bed in what was clearly a makeshift medical ward. He inspected the balms and bandages he had acquired as was very clearly this was not the location he last remember before falling unconscious. He played back those moments in his head as he got up walked to the wall where his zanpakuto had been left. The fact that he had clearly been tended to and his weapon made accessible meant he must be in good company, but that was the least of his worries. As he gathered himself and his things, he reflected on the circumstances that brought him here.

Xero was once again beset by a sudden, unforeseen, opposing force tearing a sloth through his people and forced to flee and escape he did so alongside the third seat of the Eleventh Division. The chaos being what it was, they met up on the outskirts of the human world with no knowledge of the abandoned mansion established by the Commander. They regrouped with a few other survivors as one of the scattered groups of shinigami. After regrouping and establishing what little order they could, Xero spent 4 months monitoring and scouting. His abhorrence for the genocide of his people being what it was, he refused to leave anything to chance. If he lost anyone else, he would only hold himself to blame. And for months it seemed anything but pointless and unnecessary.

Nothing happened. No one came. They had not even received confirmed word from any other surviving shinigami groups. including the mansion of the Commander. It seemed like that was it. Even as everyone else resign to the relief that the worst had come and gone and all hope was lost, Xero refused to relax or give in. And that's when Xero picked up on something off. It was small, almost irrelevant, but it was off. Xero pursued the curiosity, which emerged in the form of the Third Seat's behaviour. She forgot something that was usually akin to her. Then a few days later, she didn't say her catch phrase. As subtle as these aberrancies were so was Xero's investigation, leading up to Xero finally following her on a hollow scouting mission that she was leading. When Xero finally caught up to her, he found bodies of fallen seated shinigami with her standing tall, smeared in the blood of others with no discernable scratch on her. Xero couldn't afford to wait for help to arrive, neither could afford to lose track of her. He drew his sword, figured that he could at least draw the attention of other shinigami by the clash of reiryoku. He expected to last long enough against her to accomplish that.

...And yet it was all over in the flash of a single strike preceded by a word he'd never imagined she would say.

"...Bankai..."


"Xero!" called a shinigami, seeing Xero moving down the hallway to exit the squad four medical bay. Xero was in the midst of putting his other arm into his top when he heard the voice. Seeing it was a shinigami, he turned to speak.

"Where is this?" He asked.

"This is the fort for Shinigami," replied the shinigami.

"How did I get here..."

"Oh - I found you and a group of shinigami on a scouting mission with my party. You were the only still alive, and even then, barely. My patrol team brought you back here. It's good to see you made it!" replied the shinigami with a wry smile. Xero looked to the floor as he took it all in. "You did well to survive as long as you did in your small group, between the new gotei and the hollow rampancy," the shinigami added. Xero was still looking to the floor, but was now thinking about how best to approach this.

"...Were you followed?" asked Xero. The shinigami looked on puzzled. Xero looked up at the shinigami. "Did anyone follow you back here?" he insisted, putting emphasis on his words and breaking his classically stoic nature.

"N-nno.. I mean; who would be following us?" replied the Shinigami, confused at the nature of the question. Xero nodded, calming himself and showing a little more patience with his fellow shinigami.

"Did Captain Kenpachi make too?" asked Xero. The Shinigami nodded hesitantly.

"Yes, but the Commander sent out Captain Kenpachi on a scouting mission."

"Fine, where is the Commander?" asked Xero.

"He's gone too, taking some seated shinigami with him," replied Xero's saviour. Xero was about ready to relax and what as he heard both his captain and commander had gone, until he heard the term seated shinigami escape his saviour's lips.

"Who? Who did he take?" insisted Xero, finding vigour in his voice again. The shinigami shrugged.

"I'm not sure exactly," admitted the shinigami, not knowing the names and faces of all those below Lieutenant rank.

"Which way did they head?" asked Xero, The shinigami pointed it out and Xero began to move.

"Xero! Wait! You need to rest properly. You've been unconscious for four days? Who knows how long it was when we found you! What happened out there!? It looked like a blood bath." asked the shinigami.

"...Nothing. Nothing happened. We survived as long as we could. Like we were trained to. That was our job. This is my job. I'm late for work." explained Xero, choosing to lie to his saviour. Xero wasn't sure if the third seat was a spy, a doppelganger or under any kind of spell or hypnosis. They knew nothing of the enemy that purged them from Soul Society. Furthermore, he didn't know if she was the only one. At the very least it sounded as if she didn't know Xero survived. If she somehow managed to find this resistance and amalgamate herself into the ranks, it would make sense to go straight for the commander's head if not keep tabs on him. By surprising her instead, he fully expected that the Commander would be able to subdue her and get vital information about the enemy one way or another.
Okay. In that case, my first post will be catching up to the commander's group.
I'm just reading through these posts, I see people have done collabs. If I'm supposed to be with any particular group let me know, if I should be back at base, I have a post idea for that too.
Rekuzan Xero - X-0


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