Continued brainrot about an anxious S/O sending the OG captains off to the Quincy battle! Part 1 here | My own OC here
CAPTAIN OF THE 7TH DIVISION :: SHIGYOU NOBUTSUNA
-- Decaying nobility, morbid paleness spreading a miasma of unease
The thump of a sword hitting the wooden floor wouldn’t have normally startled you, but news of the Quincy invasion has provided new challenges for your nerves. You can feel the weight of Nobutsuna’s gaze on you as you jump, but you quickly steady yourself. Weakness is definitely not a desirable trait, especially not in the Shigyou household.
“I will execute all of our enemies and deliver justice onto those who invades Soul Society,” Nobutsuna states bluntly and clearly, hands folded on top of the hilt of his sword. You raise an eyebrow at this - rarely does he voice his thoughts on his principles and beliefs, but apparently this is an occasion that calls for it.
“I rest my faith in you, Nobutsuna-sama.”
CAPTAIN OF THE 8TH DIVISION :: KATORI BATSU’UNSAI
-- Innocence at first glance, a swift butchering delivered without mercy
Batsu’unsai’s aura of innocence makes many let down their guard due to their initial assessment of her as someone who has accidentally wandered onto the battlefield, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. Little do they know her proficiency with her weapon - rarely do her enemies realise it was her blade that slices them into clean pieces that fall onto the floor like slabs of meat.
And it’s with this faith in her abilities that you linger at the doorway as she turns around, a small smile on her face, as if she was heading out for a walk. “________, I’ll be off then, okay?”
“See you, Batsu-chan,” You reply in the same tone, giving her a small wave. The smile widens in return of your affection, but her expression shifts as the sunlight catches on her glasses - when the light obscures her eyes, something sinister flickers on her features. “Stay safe, alright?”
“Oh, don’t worry, I will.”
CAPTAIN OF THE 9TH DIVISION :: KUMOI ENTETSU
-- A tall and imposing sentry, unmoving and threatening like jagged rock
“You do understand that there’s no reason for me to get rid of the bloodstains when you’ll just stain it with the blood of your enemies again, right, Entetsu?” Slightly annoyed, you hand his newly bequeathed white haori to him, a piece of clothing that came with his new title. The man merely opens his mouth slightly at you - the golden teeth fastened on his lips serve as a perpetual and unnerving grin. Despite your complaints, he knows you don’t really mind - it’s proof of his ability on the battlefield, and the bloodstained legacy he bears.
Shrugging it on, Entetsu picks up his sword - already in shikai form, and you swallow at the sight of it. Despite the number of times you’ve seen it in its released form, the fact that it resembles a club still unnerves you. Then again, his whole appearance serves to do the same.
“I’ll try to spare you the chore tonight, __________.” And that’s the end of it - no loving words, no reassurances, a comment so common and casual that it would’ve been part of your regular conversations. Entetsu promptly turns and leaves, also bringing the threat of death with himself.
CAPTAIN OF THE 10TH DIVISION :: OUTOGAWA FURUOKI
-- Unwavering stature of nobleness, sternness maintained even in face of death
Furuoki has never really been a man of many words, preferring to replace them with his music - something you’ve always found ironic, him dressing himself as a man of art rather than of blade - and he refuses to make an exception even as he may be marching to his death.
“Don’t tell me you’re bringing your hat to the battlefield as well, Furuoki.” The comment, clearly made in sarcasm, manages to make the corner of his lips tug up slightly, almost as if he’s restraining himself, stopping himself from laughing - but otherwise, he maintains his stern expression. You let out a small exhale, wanting to make the mood more light-hearted, but of course, not to be.
“Are you going to say anything, or will you go without any last words?” You raise an eyebrow. Normally, acting like this would hardly make him happy - in fact, acting out like this usually makes him irritated, but in the face of an enemy invasion, you could hardly care about his preference for righteousness and proper conduct when this may very well be the last time you see him.
“Stop being ridiculous - you’re overthinking.” Those are the only words he leaves you with, before he promptly walks off. A thin smile spreads your lips - typical, as always. Even in face of death.
CAPTAIN OF THE 11TH DIVISION :: UNOHANA YACHIRU
-- A spider lily from the depths of the underworld, death blooming in her wake
Yachiru is so beautiful when she’s stationary, standing like this and staring at you with those soulless eyes of hers - arguably more beautiful than when she’s on the battlefield, killing foes and allies alike mercilessly with the quick flash of her blade. She stares at you, and any words that you want to say die on the tip of your tongue, because really, what could you say (and honestly, what right do you even have to say anything) to the woman who’s known as the most merciless killer in the entirety of Soul Society?
Small wonder she has yet to murder you. You suspect the only thing keeping you around is your wits, and the fact that she has yet to be bored in your presence.
Picking up her blade - polished and without blood, fruit of your efforts - and sliding it carefully into her scabbard, she steadies the weapon strapped to her waist. There was a period of silence between you two, where unspoken words were exchanged through glances that were perfected throughout the years, before you step forward tentatively. Yachiru lets you, her eyes never leaving your actions, watching you attentively like predator stalking her prey.
Except, you have no overt intentions aside from picking up her hand. Years of battle has honed her instincts, and she reacts reflexively, but you wait - and Yachiru lets you clasp her hand in yours eventually, before raising it to your lips, and brushing the skin almost heart-breakingly tenderly with a kiss.
Then the moment fades, and she’s gone like the wind, the only evidence of your goodbye gift a tingling on your lips from the sheer amount of reiatsu she exudes.
CAPTAIN OF THE 12TH DIVISION :: UHIN ZENJOUJI
-- Overdressed corpulence, visual aposematism accentuating venom
The moment Zenjouji had been given news of his current appointment, he had jeered at the irony of the entire situation - a sentiment that had not passed you by either, to be frank. “Yamamoto Genryusai gathering a band of murderers to defend Seireitei? Even the punchline of a well-written joke wouldn’t have been as funny!”
And it was with that same sense of sentiment as you watch him applying the paint to his face - a mask of sorts, but also resembling war paint, strangely; a routine of sorts - before he heads to the battlefield. “You’re not going with this seriously, are you?”
Zenjouji looks at you like you’re being ridiculous - which you suppose you are, having known the man for such a long time. “Are ya kiddin’ me? ‘Course I ain’t! I’ll go and smash some heads together and call it a day!”
As expected, really.
CAPTAIN OF THE 13TH DIVISION :: SAKAHONE SAIZOU
-- A wandering corpse of shaken bones, rattling death in graves borne in his wake
“I don’t understand why Genryusai-dono asked you, Saizou-dono,” You state flatly, standing in front of his katana, which was propped on the shelf behind your back. “You may have been formidable in your prime, but you’re well past that now.”
He grins toothily at you - meant to be menacing, you’re sure, but not now, and especially not in this context. “Regardless of what you think, _________, Yamamoto has asked me. And so I’ll answer.”
“Whatever for?” You retort. You aren’t afraid of losing him to battle - Sakahone Saizou was more than capable of holding his ground. Or at least, that was what you told yourself. Secretly, you worry - given his current state and age, you aren’t so sure anymore. “Pride?”
Before you were aware of the fact, Saizou had already retrieved his weapon that you thought you had barred him from. “Merely for igniting these old bones of mine, __________.”
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Stats for characters D through F!
Second round of stats! There are only 15 characters in the D - F group, so it's a shorter affair. Arrancar make up the majority again with 8, and Shinigami come in second at 4. Quincy, Human and Hollow have 1 each.
👍 Most Smashable Characters.
ARRANCAR: Franceska Mila Rose with an 80.8% smash rate across 182 votes (146 Smashed / 36 Passed) — Also the Overall winner of this group.
SHINIGAMI: Furuoki Ōtogawa with a 79.7% smash rate across 241 votes (193 Smashed / 48 Passed)
👎 Least Smashable Characters.
ARRANCAR: Demoura Zodd with a 98% pass rate across 102 votes (2 Smashed / 100 Passed) — Also the Overall loser of this group.
SHINIGAMI: Entetsu Kumoi with a 91.1% pass rate across 168 votes (15 Smashed / 153 Passed)
It seemed fair for the honorable mentions this time to go to our Quincy, Human and Hollow.
HUMAN: Don Kanonji with a 64.7% pass rate across 207 votes (72 Smashed / 135 Passed)
QUINCY: Driscoll Berci with a 92.7% pass rate across 124 votes (9 Smashed / 115 Passed)
HOLLOW: Fishbone D with a 94.2% pass rate across 154 votes (9 Smashed / 145 Passed)
Next group will be G through I — there'll be 30 characters with a bonus poll or two!
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