CHAE SOON-JA
Phantasm
one small breeze doesn't make a storm
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Post by CHAE SOON-JA on Aug 11, 2013 1:31:04 GMT -5
Soon-ja had been tracking the movements of a hollow for a few minutes as she hurried through the streets of Karakura town. The sun was just peeking out above the surrounding buildings casting an eerie, yet slightly calming, light across the area. It had only been a few moments since she’d woken and picked up the pattern of the evil soul. What worried her most was the obvious Reiatsu of someone else; it wasn’t particularly strong meaning it was either someone hiding their Reiatsu or someone completely unskilled in hiding it. Either way, the hollow was making a straight beeline for the source.
The scene quickly came into view giving a Soon-ja a much better grasp of the situation. A young woman, dressed in runner’s attire, was being confronted by a hollow. From the distance she was at, Soon-ja couldn’t make out the human’s current state other than that she was alive. The victim’s positioning wasn’t quite favorable either; a study wall behind her and a hollow in front. The only ways to dodge were to the left and right. Soon-ja could tell that the hollow was preparing for an attack: a heavy right swing. There was no time to waste. She jumped straight into the midst of the conflict, ready to assist.
Her shunpo landed her directly in the path of the attack between the hollow and its targeted human, the heavy punch streaking towards her. Soon-ja merely responded by raising her right index and middle fingers, pointing them at the incoming attack. Protecting the human came first. Dodging the attack wasn’t an option, not was cleaving the attack as it approached; either of the two aforementioned options lead to the possibility of civilian injuries. Her only option was to repel or block it.
“Hado No. 1: Sho”
[/b] The hollow’s clenched fist was shoved backwards by the Kido, the creature itself reeling in surprise. There was no time to hesitate. Soon-ja’s hand reached for her weapon, drawing her blade as the hollow began to recover. She wasn’t going to give it a chance for another strike. A wave of satisfaction flooded her as she felt the tip of her Zanpakuto cleave cleanly through the hollow’s grotesque mask. A spray of fresh blood arced from the severe wound, the monster’s body slowly shimmering in the midday sun, forcing her to take a small hop to the side. A shrill howl echoing around the streets was the only remaining trace of the hollow as it disintegrated into the wind leaving Soon-ja alone with the solitary runner. She turned around to face the human, sheathing her weapon. It was obvious the other woman could see her – or it was at least extremely likely due to her Reiatsu – so Soon-ja decided to speak first. “Are you okay?” [/b] [/div] [/center] [newclass=.t1p]border-top: 5px solid E8CA8E; border-bottom: 5px solid #E8CA8E; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 300px; padding: 5px;[/newclass] |
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Post by Sayuri Ualas on Sept 6, 2013 0:35:49 GMT -5
 Sayuri scribbled a note on the whiteboard hanging in the kitchen. She didn’t like leaving without letting the twins know where she was headed. Satisfied, she went to the door and laced up her running shoes. As she began stretching, she glanced at the living room windows. It was still dark out, but she always went for a run in the morning. When she was running or training, her mind was free to drift and think about everything and nothing. It was a liberating feeling and she took it at every available opportunity. The twins called her an exercise addict – maybe she was. She didn’t much care what they said about it. Once upon a time, they had been her fellow junkies. Now, she had to fight them for every moment they spent away from the apartment.
Shaking her head, she pocketed her keys, pulled on her headphones and left. As she trotted downstairs, she scrolled through her playlists. Normally she picked some high-energy Celtic music for her runs – Celtic Woman was a personal favorite – but today she decided to go with something a bit more American. She settled on The Essential Michael Jackson as she stepped out of the apartment building and took off down the empty sidewalk. Her hair swayed slightly from side to side as she ran. It was starting to get a bit long of late. She had refrained from visiting a salon because it was an unnecessary expense – even though the stipend Father provided was more than enough to cover any expense she could come up with. She just wasn’t comfortable spending all that money when she hadn’t really earned it.
She was excited, though. The dojo where she trained had an opening for an instructor and she had an interview for it this afternoon. As the sun peeked over the horizon, bringing a touch of cheer to the quiet morn, she finally felt truly good for the first time in years. Things were finally starting to look up – she was sure of it. The feeling didn’t last long, though. She turned a corner and moments later felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise. She shivered. Someone – no, something – was following her. She turned her head slightly, but she couldn’t see a single person behind her. She frowned. She knew something was nearby. So where was it? Still frowning, she didn’t alter her pace as she continued her winding trek through Karakura. Whatever this thing was, it would strike soon enough. She just needed to keep her guard up and she would be fine – she hoped.
She felt her whole body tingle and threw herself to one side as something violently crashed into the pavement where she had been standing moments ago. She rolled into the empty road and quickly regained her footing. She continued moving backwards as whatever had been following her emerged from the dust and debris. For a moment, her mind flashed back to the day her family was torn asunder. It wasn’t the same brute that had destroyed everything, but it was damn fucking similar. The only real difference in the scenario was that she was by herself this time – and she sure as hell didn’t have the strength to take this motherfucker on alone. She cursed as she leapt backwards, doing a handspring to get some additional distance as it dashed forward and slammed its fist into the road. It continued to force her retreat until she was flush against the wall of a building. There was no more running backwards and it was too large to leap to one side. Nothing left to do but attack…but how the hell could she damage this monstrosity? She couldn’t believe her luck. She should have known better.
As she steeled herself for what was sure to be suicide, someone suddenly appeared between her and the beast. Her eyes widened in shock. Where had this person, this woman, come from? It was fucking dawn in sleepy little Karakura – she had passed maybe a dozen people on her run thus far! Sayuri’s surprise only grew as the woman lifted her right hand, pointed her index and middle fingers at the monster’s incoming fist and called out some phrase. What the hell was a…hado number one sho? Whatever it was threw the monster’s fist backwards and sent the creature reeling. Sayuri could feel her jaw slowly dropping as the woman calmly stepped forward, unsheathed a sword and cleanly cleaved the monster’s head in two. There was an eerie, shrill howl as the thing shimmered and disintegrated. And all she could do was gape as the woman turned to her and asked if she was alright. After a moment or two, the question registered in the poor woman’s rattled mind and she snapped her mouth shut. Pointing at the newcomer, she stammered, “What the…you just…how…how the hell did you manage that? Are you one of those freaky black-robed warriors? Why aren’t you dressed like one of them? Why were you so prompt? You assholes are never prompt!”
HAN:1 REI:3 HAK:6 SEI:1 BUK:6 HOH:6 |
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