Post by Victoria on Mar 11, 2018 20:00:30 GMT -5
It was sometime before the determined time to depart for the human city of Paris. The sun, their sun hadn't begun its climb yet to brighten the sky. They'd be gone before it even began to scale the walls of their home. Alone, facing the gate with its green eyes a single shinigami stared into the darkness. The Shinigami was female. That much was given up by its silhouette along with the absence of the soul reapers soul cutter. The green eyes blinked in the darkness.
The eyes owners stood from its seated position and brushed away something from its face. Hair, most likely. Across from the female the gate operator began the pre-opening rituals. The female looked about from where it stood in the shadows searching for something or someone. Stepping from the shadows the female revealed herself to be the divisions current third seat. She was a battered survivor from centuries past. Numerous "badges of honor" covered her frame. Two gigantic scars covered the right side of the females face and right arm. Her gear was non-standard variant meant to slim her silhouette and lessen the amount of fabric that could be grabbed by the enemy in the midst of close quarters hand to hand fighting. Her sandles replaced with a style more akin to the Roman marching boots complete with hobnails and leather construction. She carried no steel with her. As she hadn't for over a thousand years.
She'd given the order for another shinigami, a female one named Rubianca, to accompany her on this patrol. There were things they needed to discuss as both officer and underling and as women. She wouldn't delay her departure if this female failed to show on time. Baring that second division trouble maker imprisoning the girl there was no reason for the other woman to be absent from this patrol. There was still a fair amount of time for the other to arrive so there was no rush or feeling of anxiety in the waiting heart of the battle worn female.
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The eyes owners stood from its seated position and brushed away something from its face. Hair, most likely. Across from the female the gate operator began the pre-opening rituals. The female looked about from where it stood in the shadows searching for something or someone. Stepping from the shadows the female revealed herself to be the divisions current third seat. She was a battered survivor from centuries past. Numerous "badges of honor" covered her frame. Two gigantic scars covered the right side of the females face and right arm. Her gear was non-standard variant meant to slim her silhouette and lessen the amount of fabric that could be grabbed by the enemy in the midst of close quarters hand to hand fighting. Her sandles replaced with a style more akin to the Roman marching boots complete with hobnails and leather construction. She carried no steel with her. As she hadn't for over a thousand years.
She'd given the order for another shinigami, a female one named Rubianca, to accompany her on this patrol. There were things they needed to discuss as both officer and underling and as women. She wouldn't delay her departure if this female failed to show on time. Baring that second division trouble maker imprisoning the girl there was no reason for the other woman to be absent from this patrol. There was still a fair amount of time for the other to arrive so there was no rush or feeling of anxiety in the waiting heart of the battle worn female.
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