Post by Nagisa on Dec 10, 2015 5:43:49 GMT -5
ooc: I am here to watch: When Stars Shatter aka Shun vs Kiriko
So join me?
Quietly Nagisa sat on the patio that belonged to the spacious home that had become hers upon ascension to to Vice-Captain many months ago. A small pond reflected the moonlight and two fat koi circled one another whilst the Chinda’s mismatched eyes watched their dance. All her worldly possessions had fit into four wooden boxes, and now they stood two on two in the corner of her living room, ready to be collected and carried to her new domicile in the First Division. Mere hours ago she had felt ambivalent about that change, nervous even if she would be able to form bonds as close as the ones she had found in the Fifth – but then she had reminded herself that she was merely moving a few blocks away.
Still, there was a certain sense of melancholy in the night air and Nagisa relished it and fastened a bright red scarf around her neck, inhaling deeply. Things were looking up, and had finally quieted down. She felt sad for leaving Captain Aizawa, the man had given her much and more she realized in hindsight, despite her conflicted feelings and seething loathing weeks prior. He had given her a chance to find herself, to come into her own, and she would not forget that. To show her gratitude the Chinda had put together a few gifts she knew he would like, and what’s more she had left Jasper with an organized Division, a few recommendations whom to consider next for her badge, and a long letter, together with a portrait of himself that she had painted.
A flush of embarrassment crept into Nagisa’s features as she remembered placing it at his doorstep after being unable to find the man. And for a moment the young woman clung to that shameful feeling, tasted how strong it felt, how it made her want to wiggle and turn. Had emotions always been so rich or was she simply able to enjoy them more now that felt more like one than three? Whatever it was, Nagisa welcomed it, a slight smile curling the small lips and –
A ripple went through her body and Nagisa lunged to her feet. Something terrible was happening, she knew it. Seconds later she could feel her sister’s Reiatsu flare, and as Nagisa took a hesitant step she wondered if Kiriko was in danger. “Nonsense,” she said to herself but still found herself increasing her pace from a jog into a run. “No one can harm her. She is too strong.” Anxiety had tight her guts into a tight knot, worry had creased her brow and as the streets flooded with people the younger Chinda snarled in irritation. Leaping onto the rooftops it took Nagisa but two strides to arrive at the annex of the Second Division. Or rather, where the annex should have been.
Violet rods littered the ground and poked from the annex’s underbelly like harpoons that had been used to massacre a leviathan. Nagisa’s mouth became very dry and her hands turned clammy as she towered on a vantage point and beheld the scene. Shun Minamoto, Captain of the Fourth and a man she had personally had history with – and one who was rumored to hold nothing but disdain and disgust for Vaizards, stood with his blade drawn in front of Kiriko, challenging her.
“Fool,” Nagisa heard herself mutter, red scarf whipping behind her in the breeze. How could a rational man like him think to step to Kiriko and expect to live to tell the tale?
Maybe he didn’t.
Or maybe he did.
The latter caused uneasiness to send a shiver down Nagisa’s spine and she formed her hands to fists, nails digging into her flesh. Kiriko was strong. The best at what she did. Then why was it that Nagisa’s stomach hurt, and she was gnawing her lips?
Uneasily the Chinda scanned the scene. Hi-to was nowhere in sight, neither were any of the other Captains or Lieutenants, yet. No Seryu ,no Muehle, no samurai without memories. There was nobody who could give her words of comfort, or at least share in her emotions. Beneath her stood faceless soldiers, pushing to see what was transpiring, hurling questions at her to get information; Nagisa ignored them all, her lips pressing against each other tightly until they were but a firm white line.
For now the two had been content hurling insults at each other, calling motives and motivation into question, but soon the time for talk would end.
”Let’s play.”
Kiriko had always enjoyed a fight –probably a Chinda trait. Under different circumstances the younger sister would have relish an opportunity to see her beloved Onee-san get to work. Tonight though Nagisa found herself uneasily muttering into her scarf.
“Don’t play, just do away with him.”
Kiriko lunged, but it seemed painfully slow. She had never been good at closing gaps personally – and she seldom needed too with that violent tempest that shrouded her figure – but while Minamoto’s Shunpo was off by a heartbeat, Nagisa could not help but feel that he was working out a timing. Simply trying to evade Kiriko was madness, the woman, or her Shunko, moved like lightning, but the measured reaction and calm assessment of his wound has the Chinda on edge.
Shouldn’t I be more concerned about her forgetting to leave him alive?
Inside of her soul Nagisa could feel Miko and Katsumi, their presences circling one another like the Koi in the pond.
Kiriko drew first blood. Nagisa smiled into her scarf.
And still Minamoto’s attitude sailed higher than the moon in the sky.
”I came here to kill you, Kiriko Chinda!”
A cold sting of strength surged through Nagisa’s body, dispelling the doubt and worry that had plagued her mind, and in unblinking and unnerving gaze her differently colored eyes set on Shun Minamoto. Kiriko and he were fast, but she was faster. The two were perceptive, but surely they were busy with themselves. And, she was less than a shadow when needed. Nagisa canted her head softly to the side like ravens are want to do, the mask of a slight smile forming behind her scarf. Could she slit his throat when he blinked? Maybe. Maybe not.
Probably.
In the back of her mind Nagisa knew that this was not just about Kiriko, but her position as Captain Commander, and if she were to interfere the repercussions of it would be staggering. Still. Nagisa had only recently gotten her sister back. She wasn’t going to lose her now.
Again Nagisa’s gaze back to Kiriko. Was it her imagination or did her sister indeed seem to flick her wrists in an unusual manner, as if something bothered her. Words couldn’t harm Kiriko. Then what was it?
Kyousuke Tsukimiya, the Swordbreaker. Every single member of Seireitei worth their salt seemed to have a run in with the man sooner or later. And that Kiriko’s relationship with him was a special, a delicate one was an open secret – to invoke his name before her took guts. Simply another one of the Minamoto’s lofty claims, or a calculated distraction?
Either way, it changed the pace of the battle decidedly. Before Kiriko had been satisfied with playing the snake that watches the rabbit jump. Now, however, a wave of Reiatsu shot forth from her that afflicted those who got hit by it with their very own personal hell, a nightmarish looking glass that unforgiving forced them to face what they had become. Even Nagisa, who had stood in the opposite direction, could feel herself waver, nauseated, made physically ill by the mere presence. Shaking her head she struggled to rid herself of the feeling, forced herself to ignore it all and keep her mind focused. It was everything but easy.
“Stop playing,” Nagisa’s voice was a barely audible whisper, but her eyes were full of worry and a slow burning fury. “Do away with him, before something happens.”
1326/50=26
So join me?
Quietly Nagisa sat on the patio that belonged to the spacious home that had become hers upon ascension to to Vice-Captain many months ago. A small pond reflected the moonlight and two fat koi circled one another whilst the Chinda’s mismatched eyes watched their dance. All her worldly possessions had fit into four wooden boxes, and now they stood two on two in the corner of her living room, ready to be collected and carried to her new domicile in the First Division. Mere hours ago she had felt ambivalent about that change, nervous even if she would be able to form bonds as close as the ones she had found in the Fifth – but then she had reminded herself that she was merely moving a few blocks away.
Still, there was a certain sense of melancholy in the night air and Nagisa relished it and fastened a bright red scarf around her neck, inhaling deeply. Things were looking up, and had finally quieted down. She felt sad for leaving Captain Aizawa, the man had given her much and more she realized in hindsight, despite her conflicted feelings and seething loathing weeks prior. He had given her a chance to find herself, to come into her own, and she would not forget that. To show her gratitude the Chinda had put together a few gifts she knew he would like, and what’s more she had left Jasper with an organized Division, a few recommendations whom to consider next for her badge, and a long letter, together with a portrait of himself that she had painted.
A flush of embarrassment crept into Nagisa’s features as she remembered placing it at his doorstep after being unable to find the man. And for a moment the young woman clung to that shameful feeling, tasted how strong it felt, how it made her want to wiggle and turn. Had emotions always been so rich or was she simply able to enjoy them more now that felt more like one than three? Whatever it was, Nagisa welcomed it, a slight smile curling the small lips and –
A ripple went through her body and Nagisa lunged to her feet. Something terrible was happening, she knew it. Seconds later she could feel her sister’s Reiatsu flare, and as Nagisa took a hesitant step she wondered if Kiriko was in danger. “Nonsense,” she said to herself but still found herself increasing her pace from a jog into a run. “No one can harm her. She is too strong.” Anxiety had tight her guts into a tight knot, worry had creased her brow and as the streets flooded with people the younger Chinda snarled in irritation. Leaping onto the rooftops it took Nagisa but two strides to arrive at the annex of the Second Division. Or rather, where the annex should have been.
Violet rods littered the ground and poked from the annex’s underbelly like harpoons that had been used to massacre a leviathan. Nagisa’s mouth became very dry and her hands turned clammy as she towered on a vantage point and beheld the scene. Shun Minamoto, Captain of the Fourth and a man she had personally had history with – and one who was rumored to hold nothing but disdain and disgust for Vaizards, stood with his blade drawn in front of Kiriko, challenging her.
“Fool,” Nagisa heard herself mutter, red scarf whipping behind her in the breeze. How could a rational man like him think to step to Kiriko and expect to live to tell the tale?
Maybe he didn’t.
Or maybe he did.
The latter caused uneasiness to send a shiver down Nagisa’s spine and she formed her hands to fists, nails digging into her flesh. Kiriko was strong. The best at what she did. Then why was it that Nagisa’s stomach hurt, and she was gnawing her lips?
Uneasily the Chinda scanned the scene. Hi-to was nowhere in sight, neither were any of the other Captains or Lieutenants, yet. No Seryu ,no Muehle, no samurai without memories. There was nobody who could give her words of comfort, or at least share in her emotions. Beneath her stood faceless soldiers, pushing to see what was transpiring, hurling questions at her to get information; Nagisa ignored them all, her lips pressing against each other tightly until they were but a firm white line.
For now the two had been content hurling insults at each other, calling motives and motivation into question, but soon the time for talk would end.
”Let’s play.”
Kiriko had always enjoyed a fight –probably a Chinda trait. Under different circumstances the younger sister would have relish an opportunity to see her beloved Onee-san get to work. Tonight though Nagisa found herself uneasily muttering into her scarf.
“Don’t play, just do away with him.”
Kiriko lunged, but it seemed painfully slow. She had never been good at closing gaps personally – and she seldom needed too with that violent tempest that shrouded her figure – but while Minamoto’s Shunpo was off by a heartbeat, Nagisa could not help but feel that he was working out a timing. Simply trying to evade Kiriko was madness, the woman, or her Shunko, moved like lightning, but the measured reaction and calm assessment of his wound has the Chinda on edge.
Shouldn’t I be more concerned about her forgetting to leave him alive?
Inside of her soul Nagisa could feel Miko and Katsumi, their presences circling one another like the Koi in the pond.
Kiriko drew first blood. Nagisa smiled into her scarf.
And still Minamoto’s attitude sailed higher than the moon in the sky.
”I came here to kill you, Kiriko Chinda!”
A cold sting of strength surged through Nagisa’s body, dispelling the doubt and worry that had plagued her mind, and in unblinking and unnerving gaze her differently colored eyes set on Shun Minamoto. Kiriko and he were fast, but she was faster. The two were perceptive, but surely they were busy with themselves. And, she was less than a shadow when needed. Nagisa canted her head softly to the side like ravens are want to do, the mask of a slight smile forming behind her scarf. Could she slit his throat when he blinked? Maybe. Maybe not.
Probably.
In the back of her mind Nagisa knew that this was not just about Kiriko, but her position as Captain Commander, and if she were to interfere the repercussions of it would be staggering. Still. Nagisa had only recently gotten her sister back. She wasn’t going to lose her now.
Again Nagisa’s gaze back to Kiriko. Was it her imagination or did her sister indeed seem to flick her wrists in an unusual manner, as if something bothered her. Words couldn’t harm Kiriko. Then what was it?
Kyousuke Tsukimiya, the Swordbreaker. Every single member of Seireitei worth their salt seemed to have a run in with the man sooner or later. And that Kiriko’s relationship with him was a special, a delicate one was an open secret – to invoke his name before her took guts. Simply another one of the Minamoto’s lofty claims, or a calculated distraction?
Either way, it changed the pace of the battle decidedly. Before Kiriko had been satisfied with playing the snake that watches the rabbit jump. Now, however, a wave of Reiatsu shot forth from her that afflicted those who got hit by it with their very own personal hell, a nightmarish looking glass that unforgiving forced them to face what they had become. Even Nagisa, who had stood in the opposite direction, could feel herself waver, nauseated, made physically ill by the mere presence. Shaking her head she struggled to rid herself of the feeling, forced herself to ignore it all and keep her mind focused. It was everything but easy.
“Stop playing,” Nagisa’s voice was a barely audible whisper, but her eyes were full of worry and a slow burning fury. “Do away with him, before something happens.”
1326/50=26