Arc 2: Canon 23: Death Inc (Part 2) [Complete]

[Zou ۞]

When the phone stopped ringing, which was after six rings precisely, a voice spoke. It was a deep, ominous voice. "Death Inc: Ushering you into the afterlife and beyond. Hold please." The phone went dead for 3 seconds. And then, it spoke back up, this time in some sort of high pitched pixy voice. "Hope Ichindou. Your call is expected." it said. "Hold please." The phone went dead again. Well, this was just odd. Totally awkward. Breathing could be heard here and there. It was really intimidating if anyone wanted to know the truth, it really was. It wasn't just the kind of intimidating that one got from a strong opponent. It was that chilling type from a horror movie, where the monster was sneaking up on the victim. Even though you could tell the victim was going to die, that feeling of suspense as the creepy music plays always holds you glued to your seat.

A voice came back on in the phone, and a new voice spoke. This one was deep like the first, but still a bit lighter. "Hello, Hope Ichindou. This is Sosboro Geita, Vizard. Please hang up, and then call this number again. After the first ring, hang up. Call again, and let it ring twice before hanging up. Then call a third time, let it ring three times, hang up. Do this one more time. On the fourth ring, hang up. And call. After the first ring, you will be directly connected to Ken Lao. He will get you in touch with Death-Sama." Oh, also Hope had just gotten a pair of awesome ass goggles. Therefore, he could just use them to find the damn place himself. However, either way, he was going to use around thirty minutes or so. It would take 30 minutes or more to complete the phone thing, and thirty minutes to walk to the giant building. So, what was Hope going to do? Either way, it was going to be fun.

But, someone else was waiting for him, somewhere near the Death Inc building. That someone was calm, and smiling coldly. He was sitting on a house, staring. He could sense Hope's reiatsu. His mouth contorted into an even bigger smile. The way that he looked was simply intimidating, it really was. Well, that smile was anyway. He was incredibly strong, too. That much was obvious. He was definitely Class 1. The numerical value of his reiatsu was very high. And, above all, he had one key quality trait that was far superior to all of his others, and stood out, making him tremendously noticeable among everything else within all of Karakura Town. For despite his strength, this trait never failed to be noticed by the people that were around him. This guy was, to say the least, fashionable. . .

[Seikatsu Raito]

Raito's eyes opened up in surprise as suddenly a familiar voice beckoned from behind. He jumped up and turned around to see a very familiar person. Zouma Santeku, there was an odd incident back in Soul Society with him, Raito was busy with his own fight against the Shinigami and didn't really see what happened. All he knew was that the Vizards were a lot more loosely organized with Zouma's recent disappearance. "Hey hey, Zouma, its been a real long time, what happened back in Soul Society?" he asked, curious about the event back then. The Vizard had been training himself and simply going through the motions of life. He was slowly starting to find about the new races and had made most of his observance on them. He knew the basic powers of the new races, for the most part. They resembled Shinigami and Hollows, somewhat but they had different limitations.

Raito finally answered Zouma's question, "Yea, I'm looking into Death Inc., so far I've found nothing about it except I know it does exist, I just don't know where or who runs it. Wait... how do you know about Death Inc.?" Raito asked curiously, from the Vizard's sneaking around and looking into Death Inc. he had never seen Zouma around. Maybe Zouma's disappearance had a reason behind it, and maybe Death Inc. was closely related to it. Who knew? Zouma did and Death Inc. What was this organization? Raito would soon find out.

[Zou ۞]

Zouma looked at Raito. "I already told you that there were two of me. Light and Dark. In that battle in Soul Society, when the two confronted, they fused together. I'm both of these sides, though it seems the light initially won. I gave up my quest to destroy the Soul Society. But...." He trailed off. Memories seemed to come back to him. "We lost Teliki. They lost the Blades of Abhorrence they had already collected. Sasori betrayed us. He plans to consume the Universe with destruction and chaos. This is where Death Inc comes in. I have already joined them. Most of us have joined. I approached you today because you are a Vizard. By being part of our group, you will be drafted into Death Inc as well." The way that Zouma spoke was certainly solemn. A lot more solemn than most could actually realize. Though, in all fairness, Zouma had been betrayed, and this resulted in a threat to the Universe itself. Well, maybe not that far. But, the three worlds, yes.

"Death Inc's purpose is to replace the Soul Society. To make humans self sufficient, capable of overseeing their own way into the afterlife and beyond. So that the Shinigami do not have to do it. So humanity can be aware as the Soul Society is." This was a pretty good goal, but things worked out very well with the Soul Society. Could it really work out? Such questions would probably have to be answered at one point or another. Either way, things were going to come to a rather conclusive halt in that conversation, because reiatsu could be felt. Strong reiatsu. No, it stopped. After a few moments, the reiatsu simply passed, making sure to seem as if it had never been there. It was just passing through the area. Not an attacker.

[Jin Yamada]

The Bount Leader walked along the desolate streets, scanning them carefully as he walked in search of the building where he would receive all the answers that he was looking for. His eyes moved quickly over the objects around them, taking in everything about them. He was still a little cautious about this whole thing. It didn't seem like they this 'Death Inc' was going to ambush him, but he still had doubts. "It should be around here somewhere." the Bount Leader mumbled to himself. He walked forward some more, and that was when he finally came upon it. The giant building standing right before him. How had he almost missed it? He couldn't say. It seemed like it hadn't been there up until he had actually gotten close to it. Was it cloaked or hidden from view until someone came close enough to it? If this 'Death Inc.' has this kind of power, then they must mean business.

Jin simply marveled at the elegance of the building's exterior. It looked so nice. He continued walking, finally reaching the entrance to the magnificent building. He walked in and was led to a massive lobby, much larger than a person's house by the looks of it. He continued looking around, stuck in the grandeur of the place. He looked a little lost, but as soon as he realized that he appeared this way, he quickly took on his serious look as he approached the receptionist at one of the desks infront of him. He didn't see a line at this desk, and so he walked right up to the receptionist there. A smile formed on his face as he greeted the receptionist. "Hello. I'm Jin Yamada." he said as he came to a stop at the receptionist desk. "I was told that I was being expected here in 30 minutes. Do you happen to know where I can find Ken Lao or 'Death-Sama'?" Jin asked in his most conversational voice. He hoped that this all wasn't just someone toying with him. He really did want answers, and he wanted them soon.

[Zou ۞]

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The receptionist, a blonde woman, looked at Jin and smiled. She gave him one of those 'Right away' smiles and replies, and went to get a key or something like that. She returned a few minutes later with a little key card. She handed it to Jin. The instructions were to go to the elevator, insert it into the little slot, and then press the button that headed to the top floor. There were a lot of floors, so hopefully Jin was tall enough to reach the proper button. Well, of course when he actually got to the elevator, it turned out that there were no buttons. But when he put the card in, the button magically appeared, which allowed him to press it. Crappy elevator music played while he was ascending. It took a great deal of time since there were a lot of floors. Luckily for customers, there were a LOT of elevators, so that even if it took time, the elevators were never really full, and one never really had to wait for one either.

When Jin got out, the elevator music was still stuck in his head. It was impossible for it not to be. It was crappy, sure, but it was still elevator music that he'd listened to for around 10 minutes straight nonstop, unable to get away or tune it out. That was how long it had taken him to get to this bloody floor. But, he was quickly led into a conference room with a glass table. The door was shut behind him, and he was seated. Ken Lao was not present, but a man with black hair, red eyes, and a calm demeanor, young, was there. "Jin Yamada." He greeted. "My name is Death." His voice was cold, almost emotionless in tone. His reiatsu strength was incredible. So was his spiritual pressure. It was massive, but Jin would be unable to feel it. It was like being next to the sun, but being unaffected by the heat, and unable to feel it. It was blinding, and massive, but one could tell that they were supposed to feel more. It was just utterly incomprehensible. This guy was at such a high level, that Jin couldn't comprehend his power. But, Jin had recently purchased an item called the 'Soul Gauge.' He should be able to try and measure Death-Sama with it.

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Strength - [100,000] Points

Speed - [100,000] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [125,000] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [100,000] Points

Light Aura - [50] Points

Dark Aura - [50] Points

Instinct - [100,000] Points

Senses [100,000] Points

Energy sensory - [100,000] Points

Healing Expertise - [100,000] Points


Total SP: Points

That's all for the template. There are a LOT of stats, but don't get choosy and just give some to all. The result could be quite negative.

[Hope Ichidou]

Hope waited as he listened to what the person on the other end of the phone said. Then he was put on hold. He was told to call, and now they were making him wait. Hope started tapping his foot impatiently. He was looking around with his goggles. They were showing him a path of reaitsu, most likely Jin's. However they picked up another source. A source that made Hope cringe slightly. It gave of a ghastly vibe. It was so unattractive. Hope wanted to vomit. Then he went back to focusing on the phone when he heard someone talking again. They kept telling to hang up call and wait then hang up call then wait hangup call and wait. Hope looked at the phone with a cocked head. He spoke into it while looking at it. "If you expect me to do all of this, when you want to get a hold of me? Your ridiculous! I will do no such thing!" Hope said slamming the phone shut hanging up on them. There was no way he was going to do something so tedious when he was wasting his own time in calling in the first place. Then he turned his attention back to that ugly reaitsu. Hope rushed to it. What he found was even more displeasing. He found a man that gave off strong reaitsu, and he looked strong also. However, his style was lacking. He was dressed like a nightmare. "Excuse me, but when you wake up in the morning is it your goal to dress so badly it makes people blind? Or are you blind? Because that-" Hope pointed his finger at the man and waved it up and down. "-is just horr-i-fying. I mean honestly. How can someone with such dis-gusting taste exist? It truly is a sin. Hah! A sin! I should pummel you to the ground! That might at least make some improvement." Hope bitched. He found it ironic that he used the word sin, since he thought the idea of "god" was bogus.

[Zou ۞]

The man that Hope came across stared at him. He wore a white tight jacket, zipped for a V neck with a pink t-shirt underneath it. A red silk scarf was wrapped around his neck, and he wore tight blue jeans. His eyes were an incredibly beautiful, ocean-like shade of green, and his hair was a wavy curl of black, medium length. It looked like the type that became distorted tremendously during bed head. He wore a gold bracelet with a hanging marble pendant on it over his right wrist. He stared at Hope as the Mod Soul dared to criticize his attire. He pointed dramatically. "What are YOU talking about, calling my taste disgusting?! Your shoes are hideous, and they make your eyes look disgusting!" He stared at Hope for a second, and then fell to his knees, almost as if he wanted to tear up. He was facing Hope from the roof of a building, and looked like he was going to cry. "Dear God why did I lay my eyes upon such ugliness?! That face...those eyes! THAT HAIR! THEY'RE ABOMINABLE, AND THEY DON'T MATCH HIS OUTFIT AT ALL! I've never seen such a travesty in my life! Even MICHELLE has better taste than he does! MICHELLE! Ugh, it's just so bad...I can't afford to look. I think I'm going to kill myself." He turned away from Hope, flicking his hand outwards. "Don't even speak to me!" he exclaimed.

[Seikatsu Raito]

Raito looked at Zouma smirking underneath the sun as he wondered what this Death Inc. was about. He also wondered who ran this whole shebang, whoever it was must be very intelligent or powerful. Raito nodded to Zouma as he spoke about being drafted into Death Inc. by being in the Vizards. "Sounds great and all, what do I got to do different than being in the Vizards? You know, I'm not really sure about all this Inc. crap, why don't we just stay as the Vizards? Or is there a greater plan behind all this Zouma?" Raito asked, suspecting Zouma not to be the one to be under control of someone else. The Vizard wondered what his plans were and it didn't hurt to ask, Raito was loyal to Zouma, why wouldn't he to a leader that gave a helping hand in a time of need?

OOC: Sorry for short post, wanted to get it in before disappearing this weekend.

[Zou ۞]

Zouma stopped any casual smiles. He looked darkly at Raito. "The dark and light fused, and the dark lost." he said. "I lost most motives for revenge, but...I can't forgive the Shinigami. I won't forgive them. Not unless they bring me all those that they took. Not unless they make their amends for all of their petty betrayal." His cold eyes glanced over the area. "Despite everything, I almost lost myself. I almost forgot that protecting those that remain is most important. But that doesn't guarantee that the Shinigami won't strike again in some way." His cold aura was seeping out. Zouma hadn't forgiven much. He wasn't going to radically torture and decimate them, but he sure as hell wasn't going to forgive them. "Death Inc's goal is to make mankind self sufficient. By creating a new 'Heaven', and making it a part of every day life, of the knowledge of humans, it will be the spiritually aware humans that run this, and all humans will be aware of this self sufficiency. The afterlife will become a reality. No more mysteries. A true heaven, like that described in religion. We will create paradise, a heaven with no corruption. And when people are able to perform the cycle of reincarnation and spiritual passing on their own, without the need of a guide, from this world to Heaven or Hell, the goal will have succeeded. For this reason...Death Inc must destroy Soul Society and Hueco Mundo both."

[Jin Yamada]

The receptionist Jin had spoken too acted quickly, retrieving a key which she promptly handed to him. She instructed him to go to the elevators, insert the key into the slot, and then press the button that would take him to the top floor. Jin nodded at the woman's instructions and smiled before turning and heading towards the elevators. When he reached it, he noticed that there were no buttons for him to press. He shrugged it off, and simply inserted the key into the slot as she had instructed, and it was after he did so that the button suddenly appeared. Must be some kind of security feature. No one will be able to reach the top floor without getting a key first. The top floor must be the most important floor then. Jin pushed the button and then stepped into the elevator when it had opened. As the elevator began moving, Jin heard the normal elevator music begin playing, except this time, the music was crappy. It was horribly annoying. Some kind of flute was playing in the background. He was a guy who appreciated music, mostly jazz, but still. It was just so annoying. Mostly runs up and down and some small rhythms done here and there. Not much to sit there and appreciate.

Jin had to listen to it for what seemed like hours before the elevator finally deposited him on the top floor. The floor where he would get answers. Upon stepping out of the elevator, he was led into a conference room with a glass table. He walked in, and the door was shut behind him. He didn't see Ken Lao here, which he thought was weird, but he did see a man with black hair, red eyes, and a calm demeanor seated before him. The man appeared much younger than Jin himself. He looked to be in his early twenties if anything. Jin appeared to be in his late twenties, approaching his early thirties. That was the age when he had been experimented on and become a Bount. Because of that, his aging was slowed. Anyway, the man before Jin looked powerful. Jin had enough experience in him to tell just by looking at him. He wasn't just some young kid trying to look professional. He was the real deal. Jin didn't even have to pull out that new reiatsu scouter thing he had bought recently to tell that this guy was strong. He would check later, but for now, he would rely on his good ol' trusty instincts. The man greeted Jin and introduced himself as Death. Jin sat down, still remaining cautious about all of this. He wasn't sure what exactly to say for now. Well, he should probably just begin with introducing him- wait nevermind, it seemed that this guy already knew his name.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Death." Jin began. He wasn't really sure what to say after that. He had so many questions. Well, he might as well put them all out on the table. "Since you know my name, you must know why it is that I came here. What is this whole Death Inc.?" Jin asked. "What purpose do I have with Death Inc.? What do you want with me?" Jin asked. He wasn't even sure why Death Inc. would want him. He was busy with his own problems. Trying to save the Bount race. Unless Death Inc. could help him with that, then he was leaving. He did need all the help he could get, but still, the way he figured it was that if Death Inc. was only going to get in the way of his goals, then he wasn't going to have anything to do with them. "I apologize for burdening you with all of these questions, but this is all just so new to me. It seems like I'm just being pulled into something that I don't even know about."

[Zou ۞]

Death looked at Jin calmly. He didn't tell him to be seated or anything, but he didn't show any visible sign of emotion either. It was as if he was without emotions. A calm figure, a man with great maturity far beyond his years, despite the apparent youth. One could easily tell that he was old despite everything. Either way, the way that he observed Jin was calm, callous. He was acting in such a manner that it wasn't hard to figure out that he really was the boss of this 'Death Inc.' No matter what though, Jin was unable to feel Death's reiatsu strength and spiritual pressure. Sure, he could tell that both were massive, much more massive than his own, but he couldn't feel them. Azeru Cho had a well known quote about this, since after all these decades since the battle against Arashi Manako, details had already long since been released. "Two dimensional beings can never interact with three dimensional beings."

So if Jin was this "two dimensional being", was Death a "three dimensional being"? Was he on a whole other plain of existence, far beyond Jin's powers? Far beyond what Jin would ever be able to accomplish? Either way, he started to speak. "I called you here..." he said in that emotionless voice, "Because I want you to join us as an Executive. We are Death Inc, an organization that will in time ferry spirits to Heaven, a dimension we are in the process of creating. The goal is for evildoers in human life to be sent to Hell instantly, and Hollows to cease to exist. For spirits to be able to get to Heaven on their own, without the need of help. For the reincarnation process to be a choice, not a necessity. For Heaven to be devoid of corruption, and have a paradise that Soul Society does not offer. And for all of this to be part of common human knowledge. For humans to run their own destiny and their own existence completely."

Death didn't even bat an eye as he said these things. It would be normal for anyone who heard him say these things to laugh at his boldness. But he was dead serious, and insanely powerful. "This means that we will replace Soul Society, resulting in it becoming obsolete. This means once all spirits are ferried to our Heaven, Soul Society will no longer be necessary, and the Seireitei with its Shinigami will be destroyed. In time we will have the power to destroy that world entire. The same is true of Hueco Mundo. Eventually they too will be annihilated. I put together a board of Executives. The Leader of each human world occupying race will have a spot as an Executive. Together we will be powerful, and protect when necessary, and create a future. So all I need to know is if you will join or not." He was dead serious. All that without changing from monotone. Without blinking.

[Hope Ichidou]

Hope raised a finger symbolizing "one minute." "Hold it right there! You mean to tell me that you think I am tasteless? DO YOU OWN A MIRROR?" Hope took a few steps towards the man. He took in a breath and let everything sink in. Now he was mad. And so the only thing there was to do was humiliate. He then looked at the man with intensity in his eyes. "First of all, lets work our way down. Your hair, looks like unshaven pubic hair that belonged to a gorilla. Your eyes, a mixture of snot and baby puke. Your outfit clashes. I mean the red and pinks totally do not go with those bright blue skinny jeans. I mean do you want people to take you seriously? Especially with that lack of bulge in your pants! It's an embarrassment! Don't wear tight fitted clothes if they are not complimenting! You stupid strawberry cream sickle. Your attire is insulting to fashion, and your face is as appealing as a pigs ass! Oh and don't even get me started on that pig squealing voice of yours. Frankly, if you found a hairy vagina with some infectious disease, I would rather look at that then you." Hope said blowing up, the words flowing from him continuously and without getting off in beat. He sounded like an artist as the insults poured out of him. Being a sassy bitch was his perfection. All that tried stepping up to the plate usually fell to their knees in depression. Hope was a killer with words.

[Zou ۞]

The guy looked appalled in every sense of the word. "What?! Me?! Suzette Tosguette?!" He materialized in front of Hope, slapping him hard. "The color on that hoodie destroys your eyes, and makes you look horrifying. Your hair looks like a burnt mop and burnt spaghetti! Your nose is giant, and sticks out like a pointy carrot! You're so pale that not even Allen would be into you! Your shoes are just terrible! Those clashing colors don't work at all! And you have loose clothes! You can't wear things loose unless they look good! Your clothes look terrible! It's like you purposely smother that vagina mouth of yours all over a cow's udder! You're simply atrocious and ugly looking! And those clothes are the worst thing I've seen in years!" He slapped Hope again. "And I do not clash poorly! The symbolism of the elements is part of the beauty of nature! It's like mother nature went out of her way to produce puke like you! Even your eyes are an ugly color! You're just ugly inside AND outside! Everything about you is ugly! You're just an ugly stained vagina!" He slapped Hope a third time.

[Seikatsu Raito]

OOC:: Skip me if I don't post by tomorrow. I don't think I'll be here for the rest of the weekend after couple of hours.

[Seikatsu Raito]

Raito's face looked at Zouma with an odd interest all of a sudden as he finished talking. The casual smirk came across the red eyed man's face. The Vizard just took a moment to think as he looked towards the city, standing up. He turned back at the leader, "Hmm, that's a strong goal to have, but I'm in it, this could be fun and I want to see the mastermind behind all this. He must not be an ordinary human if he wants to destroy two separate realms," Raito said with a smirk.

Raito thought about it and knew that Humans were slowly gaining power, and other different races started to become apparent in the world. Hell unleashed beasts into the world and now there were different spawns. Raito hadn't ran into any yet, but he did his observations while it was quiet around the Vizards. "Sasori wants to destroy the world, would he attack Soul Society first, or the Human World?" Raito was starting to think, this was a potential war in their hands. "This is getting really interesting," Raito thought to himself as he chuckled softly.