Post by Fulfillment on Dec 3, 2012 21:50:10 GMT -5
Kiriko looked upward towards the sky, feeling the deliciously soft stroking of sunlight against her upturned cheeks. It was warm today, a sensation felt more in her mind than anywhere else. But something about the morning seemed bubbly, as if she was being cherished in someone's thoughts in that moment. Kiriko liked to imagine that this feeling originated from her family, that perhaps her Chichi-ue was taking a short respite, his memory going back to her point of departure. The pride he would feel and the vicious anger towards the cowardly Shinjo that only served to make him all the more pleased with Kiriko's decision to lay aside her family and the comforts of a group in order to give her life up for revenge.
Honestly, it was a nice little image. She could see him there, stroking his beard while supping a cup of tea. Anything she could do to make him look better, that was what mattered to him. And wouldn't he be pleased with her progress, only a few years and she was already working her way up to some kind of position. Who knows, maybe in a few more years she would have the gall to take the plunge into becoming a seated officer – it certainly had been mentioned before to her, the opportunity. But she was hording her strength. Kiriko was not going to fight for a position and lose, or struggle, or even seemingly have any difficulty at all. No! When she fought to gain her rightful place, it would only be when she was so much more powerful than the person she was challenging that the spectacle of their fight would be a terrible smudge on said person's resume.
This sort of preoccupation was perhaps why Kiriko was happy her Chichi-ue didn't actually know what she was doing here in Seireitei. If he had any inkling all that pride would likely drain away. Because despite her lofty goals when she'd first joined up with the Shinigami, to find Shinjo and kill him or whatever, Kiriko had become a bit self absorbed with her own internal battles. Sure the hatred still simmered there amongst all the other things she hated, but having yet to actually find this Shinjo, and not quite remembering him all that well due to her age at the time, things got a teensy bit messy. It was easier to bide her time, amassing strength and confidence, or at least the ability to look confident. That was a good goal, and difficult despite Kiriko's effortless appearance.
Then again, to maintain such an appearance, she either had to only take on jobs below her skill level or destroy anyone who'd seen her when she wasn't simply swimming through a task. It got tedious to plan every action in that way, and eventually Kiriko had learned how to fake it until she got there on her own. The mask was half the battle, because if anyone could actually look into her mind, they would be mighty shocked and she would die of mortification. Supposedly your thoughts didn't matter unless you acted upon them, which was a philosophy she had taken to heart because it was the only way not to hate herself. That in and of itself was still questionable, but mostly Kiriko just told herself it was true and moved on before her brain caught up with the assumption.
Running her fingers over the tight bun that coiled the cascade of darkness that she called hair at the back of her neck, Kiriko decided that she was as fit for presentation as she ever would be today. Having been called in to the Captain's office was something of a privilege, though when she thought about the rocky road the nibantai was currently in she wasn't so sure she appreciated the distinction. Their Captain was always busy, or he'd just plain disappeared, honestly she wasn't sure which was true and the rumors that ran rampant amongst her peers were quite absurd. There was no way he'd decided to elope with some human during one of this last excursions. That was plain silly. Or the idea that he was drinking himself into a stupor over the sudden appearance of an illegitimate child – for one no one had actually seen this kid, and for another... He didn't look the type to have brats. Not that Kiriko had ever seen much of him, he was an elusive guy.
So with all things considered, Kiriko was slightly dreading this meeting. If only because afterward everyone would bombard her with questions, and the honorable thing was of course not to speak a word as to her conversation with the Captain. That wouldn't go over well, and after Megumi's little snit last week when Kiriko had refused to go look at those cherry trees with her, well, it wasn't like she was going to win any popularity contests in the barracks any time soon. Ignoring all of those minor concerns, it wasn't like she had much of a choice here, and with her internal code she ended up arriving a few minutes early despite spending most of her morning worrying.
Standing stiffly in front of the door, Kiriko exhaled and then breathed in fully until her chest was puffed out. Letting out a thimble's worth of breath until she was more comfortable, she decided that trying to look better than she really was wouldn't likely fly with someone like a Captain, especially her Captain. The rumor mill was decidedly silent about him outside of the nibantai, but inside was another story entirely and the recruits certainly liked to talk. It made up for them being too lazy to train, another reason why she was swiftly outstripping them in skill much to their chagrin. But the end result was that Kiriko had heard all about her Captain's prowess in battle, his ability to walk without a sound, the fact that he could turn himself into a shadow at will and drank the blood of unsuspecting Shinigami in the middle of the night. All of these stories built him up to be very amazing, and she was just a little intimidated. Only a little though.
Yeah right! Kiriko was shaking in her standard order shoes, quailing at a fate so horrible that someone had seen fit to send her off to an early death so soon. Why her? It was patently unfair, and if anyone had been around to tell this to, Kiriko would have had quite a list of complaints right then and there. Alas, she was alone in the hall, and while she was never very good at the reiatsu thing she could guess that the Captain was, so standing out here would swiftly turn into an embarrassing fiasco. She could not afford to look hesitant, because hesitation was not an admirable trait. Not even slightly.
Calling up her nerve, Kiriko restraightened her sleeves before knocking forcefully thrice. The sound seemed to echo as she stood there, her back tall and strong and her eyes looking straight ahead into the future. Kiriko would not allow anyone to say that she was not professional, even when walking in on what might end up being vampyrism or some order to dispose of the illegitimate child that was creating all this trouble in the ranks.
WC: 1224 | GP: 24 | Total: 24
Honestly, it was a nice little image. She could see him there, stroking his beard while supping a cup of tea. Anything she could do to make him look better, that was what mattered to him. And wouldn't he be pleased with her progress, only a few years and she was already working her way up to some kind of position. Who knows, maybe in a few more years she would have the gall to take the plunge into becoming a seated officer – it certainly had been mentioned before to her, the opportunity. But she was hording her strength. Kiriko was not going to fight for a position and lose, or struggle, or even seemingly have any difficulty at all. No! When she fought to gain her rightful place, it would only be when she was so much more powerful than the person she was challenging that the spectacle of their fight would be a terrible smudge on said person's resume.
This sort of preoccupation was perhaps why Kiriko was happy her Chichi-ue didn't actually know what she was doing here in Seireitei. If he had any inkling all that pride would likely drain away. Because despite her lofty goals when she'd first joined up with the Shinigami, to find Shinjo and kill him or whatever, Kiriko had become a bit self absorbed with her own internal battles. Sure the hatred still simmered there amongst all the other things she hated, but having yet to actually find this Shinjo, and not quite remembering him all that well due to her age at the time, things got a teensy bit messy. It was easier to bide her time, amassing strength and confidence, or at least the ability to look confident. That was a good goal, and difficult despite Kiriko's effortless appearance.
Then again, to maintain such an appearance, she either had to only take on jobs below her skill level or destroy anyone who'd seen her when she wasn't simply swimming through a task. It got tedious to plan every action in that way, and eventually Kiriko had learned how to fake it until she got there on her own. The mask was half the battle, because if anyone could actually look into her mind, they would be mighty shocked and she would die of mortification. Supposedly your thoughts didn't matter unless you acted upon them, which was a philosophy she had taken to heart because it was the only way not to hate herself. That in and of itself was still questionable, but mostly Kiriko just told herself it was true and moved on before her brain caught up with the assumption.
Running her fingers over the tight bun that coiled the cascade of darkness that she called hair at the back of her neck, Kiriko decided that she was as fit for presentation as she ever would be today. Having been called in to the Captain's office was something of a privilege, though when she thought about the rocky road the nibantai was currently in she wasn't so sure she appreciated the distinction. Their Captain was always busy, or he'd just plain disappeared, honestly she wasn't sure which was true and the rumors that ran rampant amongst her peers were quite absurd. There was no way he'd decided to elope with some human during one of this last excursions. That was plain silly. Or the idea that he was drinking himself into a stupor over the sudden appearance of an illegitimate child – for one no one had actually seen this kid, and for another... He didn't look the type to have brats. Not that Kiriko had ever seen much of him, he was an elusive guy.
So with all things considered, Kiriko was slightly dreading this meeting. If only because afterward everyone would bombard her with questions, and the honorable thing was of course not to speak a word as to her conversation with the Captain. That wouldn't go over well, and after Megumi's little snit last week when Kiriko had refused to go look at those cherry trees with her, well, it wasn't like she was going to win any popularity contests in the barracks any time soon. Ignoring all of those minor concerns, it wasn't like she had much of a choice here, and with her internal code she ended up arriving a few minutes early despite spending most of her morning worrying.
Standing stiffly in front of the door, Kiriko exhaled and then breathed in fully until her chest was puffed out. Letting out a thimble's worth of breath until she was more comfortable, she decided that trying to look better than she really was wouldn't likely fly with someone like a Captain, especially her Captain. The rumor mill was decidedly silent about him outside of the nibantai, but inside was another story entirely and the recruits certainly liked to talk. It made up for them being too lazy to train, another reason why she was swiftly outstripping them in skill much to their chagrin. But the end result was that Kiriko had heard all about her Captain's prowess in battle, his ability to walk without a sound, the fact that he could turn himself into a shadow at will and drank the blood of unsuspecting Shinigami in the middle of the night. All of these stories built him up to be very amazing, and she was just a little intimidated. Only a little though.
Yeah right! Kiriko was shaking in her standard order shoes, quailing at a fate so horrible that someone had seen fit to send her off to an early death so soon. Why her? It was patently unfair, and if anyone had been around to tell this to, Kiriko would have had quite a list of complaints right then and there. Alas, she was alone in the hall, and while she was never very good at the reiatsu thing she could guess that the Captain was, so standing out here would swiftly turn into an embarrassing fiasco. She could not afford to look hesitant, because hesitation was not an admirable trait. Not even slightly.
Calling up her nerve, Kiriko restraightened her sleeves before knocking forcefully thrice. The sound seemed to echo as she stood there, her back tall and strong and her eyes looking straight ahead into the future. Kiriko would not allow anyone to say that she was not professional, even when walking in on what might end up being vampyrism or some order to dispose of the illegitimate child that was creating all this trouble in the ranks.
WC: 1224 | GP: 24 | Total: 24