Two Sides of the Same Card [Solo Training]

[Kaijin "Quinn" Cole]

(OOC: Each section will have their own particular reason for training, such as CTP, SP, etc. They shall be stated in the beginning of a section when changed.)


CTP


"Drifting....Darknezz.... Nozhingnezz...... A place zhat can not be found. Feeling zhee open space of nozhing. Zhough, even zhough it iz nozhing...... I feel zhat....zhere should be zomezhing..... Buut what?" Alone, deep into the darkness. Laying a float in the sea of nothingness. Beyond the realm of reality. A dream? It could have been one but the feeling that it should have wasn't there. A sense of nostalgia. Familiarity. Something about the darkness that she resided in held some emotion that felt ...... similar. As though a part of something much larger than before. Even with her eyes closed, the atmosphere that it held embraced her. Silent, cold, and yet a lingering sense of warmth. The emotion was there in its embrace. A lingering line of compassion in the cold void. Just, what was this that she was feeling? "You know what it is..... Another voice beckoned from where the flow of emotions were leading her to. What was all this?

Her body remained aloof in the void that held nothing but emotions. They grew the closer she got to what would be the source. Fingers drifted in the sea of the darkness. Legs tethered by the flow of tugging energy. Every moment she could feel her body becoming heavier. In her mind, Kaijin felt it. The end to where all of these emotions were drawing her to. The voice called out to her were........her own thoughts? Thoughts and ideas that she pushed in the back of her head? Resentment? Doubts? "Anger..... Despair.... Regret........ The darkness played tricks on the mind. Passing on, she bore witness to such a darkness. Not knowing where to go, or to move on. Just trapped in whirpool of thoughts, emotions, both the past and the present. Two sides mixed as much as they collided with each other. Continuously shifting Kaijin was caught within the storm that remained invisible to the naked eye.

"Zhiz iz.....familiar....Zhiz place iz... As if waking from a long slumber, the void opened bare to the sapphire pearls that gazed out at it. A pitched roof made of cloth. Wooden support beams that were divided into three, each one holding its own shared weight of the covering over them. Safety nets decorated the center gap between each beam. A single rope knitted tightly from one platform to the next, linking them to that of a single pathway for the most daring of individuals. Her foot extended outwards, taking its place within the open space that the center ring occupied. What was this place? That very thought crossed her mind repeatedly with each detail that she touched with her fingers. Parts were old, already rusting along the seams and surfaces. The bark of the wood worn down as the very cracks splintered outwards to reflect their constant struggle against time. The dust here was thick as it portrayed itself to be like fog shrouding the distant images from plain view. Was this really a dream?

"You know zhiz place....... Her voice echoed once more from the distance. Herself, her own sense of self spoke with heavy discontent. Kaijin didn't know why she felt it. Something deep inside her felt as though she knew this place. A fragmented thought that sought out the remaining pieces to itself. They were looking to become complete. One being. Walking about the arena, what was stirring inside herself became that of anxiety, and guilt. Something she felt that she lost. An empty spot somewhere inside herself. The French girl couldn't focus on what it was. What could it be? Kaijin wondered as it continued to swell deep inside her heart. Something was missing. Something that was once there. "You know what it izz. Zhiz pain. Zhiz sadnessszz..... Zhiz despaa-ration....... Being abandoned.."

Kaijin treaded slowly, only seemingly to become more and more dull with each step. She felt heavy as gravity itself seemed to take its toll on her body. The more she walked, the weaker she felt. "Why? Why? Why was she feeling like this? The place that surrounded her appeared to close in on her. A step forward, or a step back. It didn't matter where she advanced as the world around her drew closer and closer to her. And with each step, the echos did as well. "You are foregetting, Madame............ All zhat was here before iz now gone....... All zhat remainzz...... iz zhe void.... Zhe void zhat you have made." A void that she made? Abandoning and forgetting? Kaijin tried to recall the events the days before. She wandered around, looking for food, clothing, housing; any means to survive. Looking through trash and scavenging the bits of left over food. It wasn't ideal or clean, but a means to live on without causing trouble to others. She would be hunted, if not already.

The days blurred together. Day became night as it became day once more. The sense of time rolled through the cycles as the Sun met with the Moon at their meeting at twilight. Although she knew that time was passing, the concept of it became irrelevant. Her reality felt very much like a trap. At any moment she would found and killed. Karakura became a prison in it of itself without a sense of direction, or that of an idea. A place that she was suppose to protect, and become a haven for those among the living, became a relentless prison that had her twisting and turning without a care. Nothing seemed familiar in the dark alleyways. Nothing seemed to be inviting in the wastes of the sewers. All she knew that if she was hard to find, then she would be safe. If she couldn't be found, then he would be safe. So, she pushed onward.

In this world, the echoes continued. Calling out to her as if they held the force to keep pushing her. "Iz zhiz what zhey died fore? Zhe life zhat they gladly gave zheir own fore?" Her head was struck with pain. A lance through the side that dug only deeper as she struggled to pull herself back up onto her feet. Crunching forward, the sides of her skull throbbed endlessly as the screams of pain and struggle ensued. Their images still haunt her. Members of Squad 2, and that of Tsunami, fought to save her. Members of her party struggled bravely against those who they believed were in the wrong. While not the entire squad participated, only those that Kaijin had helped to train, to care for, fought. Others remained behind to protect those who knew nothing. While not as trusted as the others, they had to be kept safe. People like Kisala, she had no choice but to keep in the dark, and away from what could come. But still, it didn't stop the screaming and blood curdled cries from rising up from behind her. It didn't stop the pain and despair she felt that day.

"You could have saved zhem all............ But you didn't.... Zhey died because of you........... Because you were greedy.......... Imbecile............ Zhey died.......because you were weak....." Kaijins fingers dug into the hair and sides of her scalp, not knowing that they were causing pain of their own. She didn't realize it at all. In her mind, she felt fine to move forward, but in her heart, her soul, she knew that something was missing, and stirring because of it. "Zhey died........ because of what you are." The voice was more concentrated this time around. It had a direction. An origin. Kaijin could feel it. Her heart and soul felt it. The throbbing pain inside her that stirred constantly, endlessly. It was coming from behind her now. She gazed at it, turning away from position that kept her kneeling. Her eyes opened wide as she saw what stood there. She didn't recognize it, but the sensation that eminated from it caused her heart to stop, and sink lower into the darkness.

It was a face that she thought she recognized. A silhouette trapped within another. Shades differentiate from another that panned across its face. Some could have been made out where the eyes would be. Others helped to shape the curves and edges of the apparition's face. But how it stood was vaguely familiar. Kaijin took to her previous stance as she stood apart across from the shadow. It stood to mimic her own movements as the Fullbringer adjusted herself. It followed the subtle gestures, re-enacting postures and small signals that her natural instincts ordered her to do. She couldn't believe it. Something lingered in this dead world, and it knew who she was. "Are you really zhat zuprised? After all, you did leave zhem all behind.

The thoughts that lingered in her mind were being spoken back to her in the open. How.."How can I be one zhat knowz what you ar' zhinking about?.... Your past, what you zhink about, everyzhing zhat you try to hide......... the silhouette danced fluidly, rounding the woman with each step taken, carefree. ".... You leftz zhem to die....... You abandoned zhee people zhat relied on you......... And you have betrayed him azz well." She left them behind? Left them to die? Images of those in Squad 2 shook her brain stems. People of her squad, those that resided within Tsunami gave their lives to defend Kaijin from those who were to deliver justice against her crimes. Those who were positioned to carry out the sentence for what Kaijin had done unto Soul Society. Against the odds, Kaijin pitted herself against those odds, and she lost. And it was because of that others had to die for it. Instead of Kaijin having to pay the price for her crimes, others sought to fill in her stead.

"Zheey died because of you, Madame....... Because of what you did.... Because of what I did...." Looking into the silhouette, the image slowly took shape. The shades of shadow began to unveil itself, removing from the surface the facade that resided over it. It had a shape that refused to show itself to Kaijin. Hair that lost its original luster. Shortened as if it was to rid itself of its original design, breaking away to rebel against what was suppose to be. Its eyes dulled. What were pools of a glistening clear sea were nothing more but dulled pearls. Skin tone and life faded away from the surface. Everything about this entity was different from what she had seen before. The only distinct features about this being that stood before were two things; the gaping hole that rested over where the heart should be, and the face that reflected her image. It couldn't be.........

"......you? Iz zhat what you were zhinking about......" The woman beat Kaijin to it. What the situation was she couldn't believe. Kaijin's arm rose to cling to the missing part of herself. Feeling the darkness around her sink in. Bit by bit it consuming the warmth from her spirit, she felt... "...I'm cold... it said. What was suppose to come to mind instead came out from the phantom's being. Without moving its lips it spoke the very words in which she was feeling, close to uttering as it came about. Everything that she kept inside was being exposed as a separate form. An entity in which she did not know about, or assume as such. Such a thing was impossible.

Whatever it may be, the question remained; who did she betray? The woman announced Kaijin's betrayal to a particular person. "He." Who was "he" in which she spoke of? "....Marcuzz............ I'm sorry..." Kaijin's eyes widened once more as it uttered the name. How, how did she betray him? Why him? "I was zuupoze to protect him..... Keep him zafe.......... But now........Now.... I ......can not stay... whizz him.... Thinking about it now....... With her escape from Soul Society, knowing that she is alive, others will come looking for her. Because of her "Because of me... Marcuz will be hurt.. Hiz life will be in danger." Because of her others will be looking for a way to find her. It did not matter if her presence was hidden among the people of Karakura. She understood the methods in which the Gotei 13 will use to find a traitor, especially one that held the rank of Captain. She possessed classified information about the Seireitei's inner workings, and that of other workings. The Fullbringer's mind was dangerous if searched by the wrong individuals.

Those connections in which Soul Society had with the World of the Living varied, meaning that there were many to be utilized in scenarios such as this. Too many variables to truly take into consideration as Soul Society's network was massive. The Kuichikis she was aware had their fingers into many different aspects of the World of the Living, based on the activities of Souzen Kuichiki. Many would be deemed as an offense, but were easily set aside by Central 46. Could it really be that they were in league with the Kuichiki Head? How far did such corrupt go? But why did it matter to her now as she was no longer a Shinigami? It did not matter to her, it shouldn't matter......."....But it doez matter......... " She didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to hear none of it. Like her shadow, the woman clung to her presence as it continued to whisper what resided in the woman's mind.

"You tellz yourzelf zhat, but deep down inzide.... it iz ztill zhere.... Zhee anger fo zhoose zhat killed your squadmates.... Zhee hate.. Zhee hate of yourzelf zhat you could not do moore zhat you already did.......You felt cheated... Cheated because zheey are zo blind to zhee truth." She didn't want to hear it. Thoughts and emotions that reoccurred again, and again. Consistent in their attempts to draw her spirit into the pits of despair and darkness. A place where there was nothing but pain, sadness. It was a void where nothing else mattered, and all hope dies. In the manner that the entity spoke, it carried with it the aura of one who had lost everything. Every word uttered held the same tone as the atmosphere did.

"Tell yourzelf.... zhat if you do zhee right thing zhat everyzhing will be fine.... Live in zhee dream zhat you made foo-yerzelf. Becauze in zhee end, none of zhat will matter... All zhat will matter iz if you dezide to make zhee change whizz your own handz." These were the thoughts that came to her mind when Soul Society began falling apart around her. The imagery that the young girl painted on a flawless canvas started to stain horribly, creating the gaps that were needed to peer through to see the truth. Serving with the Shinigami, she painted over the stained to help recreate the flawless image she had before they were revealed to her. With effort and time, that just society in which she painted in her mind would come to fruition. But the more that she did, the more it became obvious that it was a fraud. ".... It waz all a lie..."

Her heart was struck. Skewered through by the pins and needles that were the emotions she kept inside. Each one running her through from the depths of her soul, piercing through the frame that was her body. Spikes in which she could not grab and remove from her body. The realization was there. And was the thought....."You want to deztroy zhee Soul Society.....do you not?" the shadow uttered. No. It wasn't what she wanted. The time of service, those who she got to know, those that served along side her and became.. "...friendzzz?....Iz zhat what you thought of zhem? Do not be naivee, Madame. Zhey betrayed you zhee time zhat zhey were needed most." That wasn't true. Those of her squad, of Tsunami, came to her rescue despite not being told, or ordered. They didn't have a reason to do so, to risk their own lives in order to protect hers.

There was no reason to feel guilty about it. She had friends, but they had to do what was necessary for them to carry out their duties. Each member of the Gotei was a full fledged Shinigami. What such a title holds is the responsibility of maintaining order and balance of the spiritual entities that remained in the worlds around them. It was their duty to police themselves according to their stations. Kaijin could not fault them for such a thing as arresting her. ".....But.....zhey could have liztened. Zhey could have investigated zhee matter.... But they didn't. No investigation. No other arrests. No interrogations or a desire to hear her story. The only fact that was there that was played off was a Captain attacking a noble estate for her own pursuit of power. That was the bottom line of the entire situation. An easy summary as to what resided behind the scenes of Soul Society. Corruption was everywhere, and no one knew about it. That, and the possible dangers that would come in the near future them all. This was what upset her most.

The Kawadas. The Kuichikis. Central 46. All of them were dangers to the future of the World of the Living. Kaijin was the only one who knew this. She was the only one who could make the difference. Because, if she didn't then........ "..Zhen Marcuz will..." NO! It won't come to such a state as Kaijin wouldn't allow it to be. It didn't involve them. "... zo you zay... It didn't involve them. It didn't involve her anymore. She wasn't a Shinigami.

The phantom that took on her image giggled softly almost amused at the fact that Kaijin was attempting to cover up the truth. A truth that she felt inside was more true than anything that she ever believed in. Her smile wide, but her eyes telling a different story. Shame? Sorrow? Pity? Whatever it was annoyed the Fullbringer. Her hand balled into a stern fist. And before she knew it, that single fist was thrown outwards at the shadow. It stepped back, missing the collision between two spiritual entities. Kaijin wanted nothing more but to erase that smile. But most of all, what Kaijin wanted to remove from her sight was a copy of her face looking down at her.

[Kaijin "Quinn" Cole]

OOC: SP

Left and right, repeated motions with her legs raised. Swinging from the sides, Kaijin alternated within the next motion, building up the momentum to assist with her growth. Wide swings, too open with each high kick. Easily avoidable as the phantom parried off to the side, avoiding as she stepped back and away from the Fullbringer. None of her initial shots were connecting with their intended targets. It didn't matter how close she was to the phantom, she couldn't reach her. "I can reach her." She thought to herself, with a little more effort, with a little more push and willpower, she can reach her goal. All she had to do was remain calm and wait for the opportune moment to finally land a solid strike.

Another spinning high kick with her right foot. Another miss. All the while that the Fullbringer pulls herself closer to the goal, it motions away. Just as close as she thought that she was getting it easily pulls back out of reach. The woman's foot slammed into the ground, sole first. Her knee bent, forcibly tugging on her weight to be pushed forward in a rising knee strike with her left. Again, it struck nothing but the glee on the phantoms face. For only a moment she saw it. The tiny sneer that was labeled across her face beneath the pale blonde bangs. She was enjoying seeing her miss, to struggle. Kaijin was still fatigued. Only the faint images of a blob and the tent where she and Marcus first met remained quite vaguely in her mind. They were the only images that she could remember before coming to this desolate, abandoned circus tent.

But the smirk in that the phantom flashed remained in her mind. It didn't matter how close she was into making contact. It didn't matter what her condition was. What mattered most was if she could make contact. Wait. If? Was she doubting herself now? When did the thought ever come to mind "if" she could do it? The phantom's smile grew. Just a slight shift at the end of her lips suggested that she knew what she was thinking of. The stirring doubt that loomed inside her, and that of the negativity growing stronger. The Fullbringer couldn't reach her goal? "You willz nevah reach what iz not zhere anymoore, Kaijin. That iz because you are zhee one zhat made it zo."

The Fullbringer cried out, lashing forward once more with a high kick. Dropping from its placement in the air as the phantom side stepped once more, Kaijin lunged with a forward knee. She knew she had to keep the pressure on the phantom, less it would counter her. Although that was the idea of it all, never once did the phantom strike back. It had always peeled back, refraining from direct confrontation with the woman. Keeping its distance seemed to be its primary objective rather than wanting to end the ex-Shinigami's struggle. She found it to be odd. When an opening appeared before it, the Phantom refused to really do anything. Continuously, it kept back and stayed as such. Kaijin knew that she left herself vulnerable several times already, and yet still the Phantom did nothing to push the woman back. Just as she saw it, it continued to remain ever so distant. Always so distant with eyes filled with sadness, but with a nostalgic smile that contradicted its very expression.

"Who are you?" Kaijin called out. The smile faded away. Vanished before her eyes as it was reshaped dragging the pale white cheeks downward to the chin. It was sad, "If you are azking now, zhen you are not ready to knowz yet." the Phantom pulled away yet again, but this time, it motioned forward. Kaijin's heart seized up. Her entire body halted, frozen in place. Breath was held within her lungs even as her lips trembled in a shiver. Her mind racing as to make sense as to what had just transpired. And yet, all she could managed was to motion her head to gaze down at the sight; the Phantoms hand was driven into the space between her breasts. Kaijin's heart was seized in the grasp of the Phantom. "For now, it iz time to wake up, mon Capitaine."

The darkness around her filled her sights. Light faded from the realm that she was once in, replaced with that of a void. A void in which caused her skin to blister with pain. She couldn't move. Her legs felt heavy. Points of her arm were numbed, and her head felt light, fluttering. She had to focus. What was happening to her? The void blurred with a faint light that brightened her horizon. Again, she was being pulled. But to where? The light stung her eyes, causing them to flutter open in a haze of unfamiliarity. Where was she? In a room? A Hospital room? Kaijin couldn't tell where she was as her resided on a bed. An IV line linking her arm to a small pouch overlooking her right side, and clothes completely changed to that of a patient's gown.

Once again, she was somewhere she didn't want to be in. Somewhere that was keeping her in one place. Somewhere she had to get out, and away from. Wherever it was, she had to leave?

[Kaijin "Quinn" Cole]

OOC: SP

It is at this point in time that the training thread will now be an OPEN training thread, in which members of UE will now be able to participate at any time. This will be closed to any other individual that does not have a relation with the members of UE, unless given permission through proper channels.



There wasn't much to wear considering where she was. The tattered clothes that she had on before finding herself here were now gone. Ragged drapes, and torn pants, Kaijin was a mess. Dirt clinging in small wads in her hair, oil grime and soot stained her skin with smears. Her legs covered in small gashes and bruises. The bottom surface of her feet blackened by the dirt and wet soil she was consistently exposed to on a daily basis. At times, the girl would cough, wheezing for cleaner air than what the atmosphere of the survivors of the alleys knew of. She was born into a poor family. A family that didn't have much to their name. And yet, they made something of themselves. They were not rich so to speak, but it was a life that was well content. For that reason she knew what to expect when she decided to abandon the hospital ward for the darkness of Karakura. But now she was in the light rather than in the darkness. She was found. That was the issue.

Her body was still weak. Muscle fatigue and signs of exhaustion remained. However, not as severe as before. Kaijin felt better than what she had before waking from her sleep. Still, what occurred in her dream felt......... familiar. It didn't feel as it seemed to be. She couldn't dwell on it, at least not while remaining where she was. She had to escape before being able to better care for her situation. Dressed in a traditional white gown, the new admitted patient waltzed around the room to better familiarize herself once more with her own body. The Fullbringer was still tired, but better than before. The door wasn't guarded. Perhaps believing she was an average civilian. All that she knew was she had to escape this place. No locks admitted, or possible sentries. At least armed in any chance. Beyond the door she can hear people walking about. Faculty? Personnel that operate in the building? It was hard to assess the situation in a physical form, especially when she did not have access to her Shinigami abilities. She had to think of something else.

Her level in stealth could still be put to use. Her martial arts was still proficient enough to fight if need be. Hopefully, she wouldn't need to enter combat if she kept out of sight. That itself was easier said than done. There were no windows for her to really look out of to better analyze her situation. Just a single bed with the usual IV lines to help with her recovery. While the idea of remaining where she was would better her health, the thought of staying in one place proved to be more dangerous for her now as a runaway. Already a substitute Shinigami was in Karakura, including with countless other full fledged individuals on duty. It wouldn't take long before someone recognized her as the ex-Captain of Squad 2. The only in or out of the room was through the door. That was her only means of escape. So, that was what she used.

Peeking through the slight opening of the door, Kaijin peered for an opening in the passing patrons. A call center desk resided at the far right end of the hall, the usual sign of an entrance to the section. Only a hopeful thought at the very least. She needed a direction as she slowed her breathing. She had to silence her foot steps, and that of her heart. Pulling the door open slowly, she compressed herself through the narrow slit she made, ducking as she pushed herself into a crouched position on the other side. She had to slow her breathing more as her anxiety heightened. A little bit more as her chance to move herself came around. Her small body clung close to the white surface beneath her feet, scampering about down the hall. It must have seem strange to see a girl acting as though she were a spy in a Patient's Gown. She had to keep quiet and out of sight. She had to becareful.

[Kaijin "Quinn" Cole]

The security alarms rang throughout the building. Where ever that was at least. The compound that she found herself residing in didn't have windows or a means to locate herself. She was definitely lost without even noticing as directions here did not matter. A large complex that seem to be fathom on a logical scale. At least not to her. How much did the Human world change in terms of structure since she was gone. Well, obviously she was away within the interior of wherever she was. Deep into confides of the building itself that she got herself lost. Each hall looked to be the exact same with little detail in telling them apart. It may have been due to her being disoriented or the lingering sense of fatigue that plagued her still. The amount of time that she spent in slumber was still unknown as she didn't keep count on what day she left the hospital into her wandering about the city. All that she could guess was a span of a few weeks since her departure from Soul Society. But who knew really?

Men and women were running about. Kaijin could hear their footsteps prattling through the halls with urgency. Lots of running back and forth, Staff moving to where they were needed to be which she did not know. Their purpose, their reason for doing so for a drill? Practice for some emergency? Too many thoughts running through her head until she heard the announcement, "Security: Suspect in Medical Wing. Detain at once." The footsteps were concentrated. More circulating around the area. Hiding in the corner of a service desk after a the attendants vacated the scene. They may have received a coded message in order to safely evacuate them without Kaijin knowing about it.

Squad 2 operated with the same method, very similar to Tsunami as well. Coded words spread throughout a sentence, or a phrase, to help insure secrecy among the team. Outsiders wouldn't know what the phrase would mean as it would be nothing more than jargan to their ears. But, with a little bit of training and memorization, the phrase once spoken would trigger a plan that would be carried out without actually saying so. Who ever the group was had some prior training similar to that of a military force. How good they were was another matter, but not to be underestimated. Especially with Kaijin now residing in a physical Human body. "Over there!" She had been spotted.

A pair of Guards came up to the woman first. Batons at the ready with cuffs prepared to fasten. The man approached first at the rising Fullbringer. He shifted his posture to the side quickly as he rammed his body back into position, and into Kaijin's side. The French woman side stepped, placing herself adjacent to him. From behind his partner approached. The first swing of the steel Baton came from the woman swiping across Kaijin's head. Up came her left leg. It rose and collided with that of the female Guard's wrist as it curved about before snapping back up again. A snap that didn't even allow the sole of her foot to completely meet the ground. A brief moment before it shot upwards and up to the side of the Guard's face. Smashing a trained heel and foot across the skull made the woman stumble from a moments worth of shock.

As for the man, he reeled himself back into the frolly with a back handed motion with his melee weapon. Down vertically, the heavy arm slammed downwards through the air nearly smashing into Kaijin's right shoulder. The Fullbringer pivoted off on her right foot, bringing her left leg swiping down low in reverse to drop her posture near the floor. Her forced leg swipe came to an immediate stop as her right leg sprung up into the, carrying the lazy left leg in its motion. A necessary build up to push her right leg upwards once more for a high right knee strike into the man's chest. It wouldn't work as far as she hoped for. In her stance, there wasn't enough strength in her lift to really cause much harm. The momentum to her build up was weak. More likely to the man, it was nothing more than a regular punch. That itself wouldn't do much against a padded vest woven around the torso of the Guards. The head or the legs were more vulnerable as they were lightly armored for small confrontations. Not against a heavy attacker.

Kaijin had to be careful as the initial blow pushed the Guard back away from the Fullbringer. His partner stirred for the moment of being struck, but quickly shook the side effects away. It was a two against one with the Fullbringer already at a natural disadvantage. Looking at the pair to her remaining methods of attacking, the best solution was to flee from the scene. The woman was fairly away that more would be coming shortly, and didn't wish to find herself in a pincer position. For that reason she took the only available route that appeared to be open to her South, opposite in where the pair stood. All she could was hope for the best.

[Kaijin "Quinn" Cole]

Pushing through the empty space that was the hallway, the Fullbringer woman rushed to avoid further contact with personnel that inhabited the facility. Other patients remained as they were. Not wanting to interfere with the efforts of either the Security force, or that of Kaijin, they kept themselves away from the course in which the two parties would take. The pair of enforcers continued their pursuit of the awakened Fullbringer as Kaijin stumbled side to side as she went along the side of the corridor. Her hands tugged and pulled the weight of her lazing body across the surface of the wall. Kaijin's fingers primed along the surface of the decor that lined across the horizon, using it as a make-shift railing to help support her weight. She still required a bit more time before her body was truly awake.

She felt her legs giving away. Drained from the earlier encounter with the first group of guards, the Fullbringer continued to strive to create distance from them. However, they remained ever so close as they were before. Behind, where they were, Kaijin could hear the frequency of their radios crackling over their constant contact with each other. The French woman was at a severe disadvantage as she did not know the layout of the building, nor the numbers of the enemy's forces. Though, this was not the first time that she went against the amount as is now. Her training over the years as a Shinigami helped to tame such high numbers of enemies, making short work of them. Whether it be Hollows, Quincy, or fellow Humans, Kaijin fought against the odds as a Captain of Squad 2.

That was then, and this was now. The strength that the woman had developed no longer existed as she had to forge the strength she had now. Very much like Marcus, she had to forge her strength as a regular Human girl. Kaijin wondered if she too was capable of wielding the same strength as her love; Marcus. She wished that she learned how he did so before enacting her invasion of the Kawada Territory. Before, her abilities were peaked, mostly unmatched in terms of speed and precision in many of her physical capabilities. But now, her body was soft, and untrained. Yet, she wasn't in the position to do so. Her pursuers drew closer.

A swing from one of the guards collided with that of the wall as she pushed herself away from it. Another swing came across her horizon as Kaijin reeled back, tumbling onto the floor as she shuffled away to the side. There wasn't enough time to readjust herself to the situation as her body continued to grow heavy. Running around on the same floor made it feel as though she was trapped within a limited world. Didn't matter which corner she turned it seemed to be the same. It wasn't until three more guards appeared that she had a sense of direction in how to escape the current situation she was in.

Their arrival came in the form of an elevator. The ping that came with its arrival directed her in the general direction as to where it originated from. She heard it coming from the furtherest corner of the hall. With the guards directly behind her she had to dart from side to side in order to keep an arms distance away. What she had to save was the bare minimal strength necessary to sprint a short distance; at least a hundred meters. She waited until the doors opened when they came into view. As soon they did, she darted forward. The trio emerged from beyond the parting doors with Kaijin sliding into the gap between the three. Her sudden appearance as the doors parted allowed for her to catch them in shock as their allies collided with them, with the time needed to move herself behind them, and for the doors to close as she pressed the doors to shut.

[Kaijin "Quinn" Cole]

She managed to slip by the trio of guards that stepped out of the elevator. It was a narrow gap but she managed to pass through with a small stumble as her leg made contact with the guard in the center. Her action had the man nearly flip over from her motion into the elevator. With a small kick, Kaijin managed to push the remainder of the man's body from out of the doorway in order to remove any obstacles from the closing doors. A breath of relief was what escaped the Fullbringer's lips as she remained laying against the corner of the small cubicle shaped elevator. A time that was limited by the amount of stops that were calling to the unit. Those limited stops that held reinforcements that were going to increase the number of guards who were after her. Too many of them that will over run her ability to hold them back. As such, she had to insure that she created enough space to rest while looking for a way to escape from the facility.

But first, she had to stop the elevator. Her sapphire eyes searched her surroundings. Cables and wires were in the small access box below the switches. Switches that had all of the different floor numbers, in which the closest stop was on floor 8. Among all the different levels, she was going up from the fifth floor to the eighth floor. She didn't have much time before the doors opened. Just beneath the rest of the numbers there was one that did help her out. Her finger thrust forward, lighting the small button that was printed "Emergency Stop." Immediately, the unit ceased to move in its design shaft. Now, Kaijin had some time to really think before they discovered what she had done so far. However, thinking of where to go wasn't the issue as the Emergency Exit over head was the only path that led to her escape from her temporary prison. As a result, she followed her path.

Using the railing to stand on the woman shoved the shaft door aside before mustering the little strength to pull herself upwards. Most of her effort had to come from the use of her legs as they were planted against the walls to push herself upwards with her single arm. This was the only way for her to really get herself up and out of elevator as someone who was partially handicap. A quick glance of her new surroundings all that she had to work with were the vents or that of the next floor above her. What resided over her head was that of the Seventh Floor. She wouldn't be able to pry the door open, let alone wanting to draw attention if the area was filled with people. Not only that, but she would most likely be picked up on security footage which most facilities such as these posses.

Instead, she went with the vents that didn't have much room to maneuver inside of, however, it kept her from being seen much more difficult to the naked eye. By using the ventilation shafts she could move around without worry, at least for some time until they realized she wasn't in the elevator anymore. She removed the small rectangle grate that kept her from the vent. Her slender figure was more than enough to fit into the cramped space. It wasn't the most favorable space to be in, but it kept her out of eyes view. Cramped, but a safe space until she knew a little more about her surroundings. A safe space until she knew where to go next. But for now she had to rest. She was still weak from earlier before, so she could use the time to rest her body and wait for the fatigue to wear off.

[Kaijin "Quinn" Cole]

She crawled her way through the vents wondering where it would take her next. Kaijin still didn't have a proper sense of direction of when it came to her current situation as she still didn't know where to go. North, South, East, West, none of these made sense to the French as she didn't really know what direction she was currently heading. As such, all Kaijin could do was navigate herself to the closest exit that was made available to her. Whether it be by jumping out a window, or leaving through the front door, she will have to escape before being able to know for sure where she currently was at. "Iz zhat so? Do you really believe en' zhat?" The voice again called to her in the depths of her mind. The part of her that held her doubts and misgivings about all that she had been through. At least what she acknowledges it as in any case. Nevertheless of what it truly is she dismissed it altogether. Now was not the time to indulge in its attempts to distract her. "Iz zhat what you think I am? Iz zhat what you think zhat I am doing?"

Again she dismissed it. The constant toying with her mind made the woman fatigued more than what she was already. It clouded her thoughts to the point of irritation. Yet, what made it so was due to the fact that she couldn't walk away from or beating it into a miserable pulp. The woman was already tired and now she had to bare with the internal nagging. Going through the vent, Kaijin began to think what her next course of action should be in order to escape. Perhaps Marcus would know "Relying on him again hmm? You can not do anyzhing wizzout zhee help of others, Madame?" No, that wasn't the case. Looking back at her service as a Shinigami she found herself nearly agreeing with the voice in her head.

She became a Lieutenant on her own ability as an individual. At the time of her arrival into service, her skills and natural abilities helped her to rise into the position as the Squad 2 Lieutenant. Due to abilities, she would receive recommendations to help enter such a high position. Her early ability to associate with her Zanpakutou spirit, in which later she awakened it, only to strengthen her placement into the Squad. Her zanpakutou affinity with illusions and misdirection helped to better match her overall ability to that of Squad 2, which operated as Soul Society's assassins, saboteurs, and agents. Under the leadership of the late Kenryoku Kawada, Kaijin managed to train to become an appropriate soldier of Soul Society. Training at the academy only served to help the Shinigami to better understand the general idea of what their purpose was. However, it was only when serving with a squad did the Shinigami begin to learn how they should operate. This form of operation slowly made each Shinigami self dependent to better help the group as a whole. But, for Squad 2, Kaijin learned to be more dependent on herself.

Assassins have to be independent when on the field as deception were a constant while on a operation. Trust no one and be precise. This was what Kaijin learned as Harle. As such, she couldn't believe in what the voice was telling her. But, when the time came to truly prove herself she fell short. Against Jinbei Kawada, against Kimiko Shihion, with that of Souza Kuchiki, and against the Kawada Family. Each time when the opportunity to was there for her to show that she was worthy to lead, to demonstrate her strength, she failed. Instead, she had to rely on others to help get her escape. "You always do zhat, zo what difference iz there now?" Shut up, is what she thought to herself. It wasn't true. She managed to get this far with her own power, with her own strength. "I find it funny zhat you really believe in zhat zo much." Before she knew it she stood in a vast hallway with shadows closing in around her.

How she got there she didn't know. Where did the shadows come from she couldn't see. All that she knew was the fact that they were drawing closer to her. Lashing out with a high rise right leg, the shadow immediately intercepted it with a single arm shaped appendage. Once struck another charged forward. Kaijin pulled back only to reel back into the charge of another shadow. They gathered around her restraining the flailing arms that fled wildly around at her sides, slowly being pinned in midair. "No, not like this. I can't......Mar- Call his name. Call out to him.[/i][/color] She was about to. She was about to admit to her own weakness. A sense of weakness that she hadn't felt in so long. A case that forced her to admit that she couldn't do anything alone, in which she required the aid of someone else. Did she really not change? Was she always like this?

A thump of the heart resonated. It pulsated loudly from the distance, but so close as well. What was it? Her heart felt warm. "Zo, someone elze haz come. No matter, soon you will see fo' yerzelf." The Bell that Kaijin kept tied to her waistband was resonating with her heart. The two pulsating as one. And together, releasing the reiatsu that was pent up inside the woman a light was made to spiral outwards as it took on a new form. Such a form that pushed Kaijin's captors away from her body. It rattled around her last arm, swaying back and forth as a pendulum. Twin spikes erupted from each end of the chain as it chimed in the same harmonious rhythm as it did before its release. This was the same power that the man himself utilized when a time of danger came to present itself before him. This was a Fullbring.

[Kaijin "Quinn" Cole]

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The twin stakes chimed as the remains of the line between them slid down the length of the woman's arm. Silver gleamed as the lights around them with the entirety of the Fullbring shining with its awakening. The light that was released created a great deal of concern for those shadows that surrounded her. Their balance shifted outwards, placing themselves away as they sought to guard themselves from what was to come. A new power that Kaijin brought out from deep within herself. A power that the normal Humans were not aware that she possessed until now. A newly awakened power that the Humans possessed, and one that Marcus displayed for Kaijin numerous of times. Before, she wasn't aware as to how it was utilized, or what powers that they wielded. But now, she can find out for herself as she possessed it.

While Kaijin wasn't use to wielding weapons that were design as such, though she did know how to handle daggers and knives. Not being exactly the same as her Zanpakutou, her Fullbring's handling was much like those that she practiced with in Squad 2. Kunais, chains, daggers, Senbons, etc. However, her Fullbring appeared to be a combination of weapons that she used prior to leaving Soul Society. Squad 2 operated with a large arsenal, enabling their squadmates to specialize in a great assortment of weapons that could be used to handle specific situations. However, that made those circumstances in which they did not favor their arsenal made it a challenge. As for Kaijin, she had to learn how to use such weapons in order to lead by exampe. Only serving as a small fragment to her leading the Squad, the overall idea was to insure that she placed more effort than that of any other squad member; self-improvement was always the goal. This is what enables her to do so now.

The stakes were slender, but still very solid. Not ideal for slashing, at least she were only using the tips against exposed flesh at least. Obviously, as they were designed to do, penetrating was the main idea in inflicting real harm onto her adversaries. With enough force, a stake can pierce through flesh with ease, making them efficient stabbing weapons. Further analysis of her Fullbring suggest the use of the chain. The distance that was coiled around her arm was enough to cover some good distance. Although it can cover some good distance from herself to her enemy, the issue with her current predicament was the width of the hallways. Not enough room to swing the chain despite being able to adjust the amount that would be used. Yet, there were other means in using such strengths.

The first shadow charged. Kaijin parried, using the lengthy tip of her newly formed weapon to redirect the flow of energy away from her body. She stepped back as their continuous flow of collisions sparked along their path until the shadow's colleagues joined the fray. Immediately, the chain came into use. By loosening the grip of her index and middle fingers a small length of the chain uncoiled away from the woman's wrist, and forearm. This slack was whipped outwards as Kaijin spun her body around to face the new foe. The second stake, like that of a Viper, snapped towards the face of the incoming shadow, forcing it to back away and remain some distance away from Kaijin.

The shadows were quick enough to evade simple oncoming attacks, but seem to still be fallible. Predicting to how chain weapons would be used, and their course of action can confuse many of individuals. They were tricky devices, and if used well, quite dangerous. The air around the chain brushed past it as it was swung in a vertical rotation at her side. Kaijin released the chain from its cycle toward a single shadow. It shift to its side, avoiding the sharp end of the incoming stake. It avoided the oncoming danger and charged once again with those of its allies. But, it wouldn't end there as the Fullbringer reeled the weapon back towards her to whip towards her rear. This motion caused the two shadows behind her to stop while the other pair continued. Kaijin immediately whisked the chain overhead. The motion created a whirl that forced the other pair to retreat. They couldn't get close to the woman in fear that they may be harmed.

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This was the feeling she was waiting for. Reiatsu flowed through the surfaces of her fingers that kissed the steel of her Fullbring. A familiar feeling as to wielding a Zanpakutou. It was similar. All of it was familiar. Her reiatsu was coursing through her body. Like a sleeping flower the petals were peeling back to release the beauty within. Although it was incomplete, the flow of energy was the same as before. Kaijin knew that she wasn't utilizing the full prowess of her new power. This was merely the tip of the spear as what it had to unveil to her would come at a later time. Nevertheless, it was there. The woman felt her power coursing once more through her body. Kaijin took a deep breath, then started again.

Rather than waiting for the shadows to engage, she took the first steps forward. They were shocked. A woman who started to hide and run was now on the offensive. Though, for Kaijin, her goal was still the same, but it did not mean that she was as fragile as she was before. Kicking off her right foot, Kaijin twirled off of her heels as the right foot came back around with an elevated kick. The shadow brought up its arms to defend itself, coming to sudden shock as the woman's right shoulder continued to follow through, and with it another elevated leg that rose over the shadow's head. Kaijin's left heel was swinging around as her momentum continued onwards to be driven into the side of the shadow's chin. Combined into a single force, the shadow was toppled by a heavy strike which may have snapped the head farther then what was intended. But Kaijin paid no attention as to how the shadow fell as her right leg pivoted back into it's position, snapping the chained stake from under her towards the second shadow. It fell back, stumbling into the wall at its side to avoid a surprise attack from the French woman.

She took this opportunity to rush past the dark silhouette as it was recovering. Kaijin stormed through the hallways as her eyes continued to look for a way to escape. Still no windows, but more doors that would lead to who ever knows where. Each hall mirrored the last considering that she was mapping the floor as she ran her laps. When the shadows appeared again they came with additional numbers. The added presence forced Kaijin to look for an alternative route, so one of the doors adjacent to her. It wasn't locked, but to her surprise that she would find herself in an office setting. A conference room quite possibly with a long table with carpeted floors and a dozen chairs on wheels. And what else to her surprise were windows. Glass surfaces that showed how far she was from the next building over, and how far she was from the ground. Not that the floor level on the elevator didn't give her such information.

Immediate relief filled her. The amount of joy that Kaijin felt when seeing a window made her a little weak in the knees since she could see the outside world. Good news was that she wasn't taken to Soul Society, not that there was a building quite like this one located in Soul Society. At least not that she knew of. But there wasn't much time to think as the door was kicked open by the shadows. There were no other options, but to jump. High places never did scare her, but she would be lying if she wasn't nervous about it nonetheless. That fear was what helped her to perform better, and to remain cautious. So, she jumped. A running start before coiling her legs into her gut to help jettison herself out of the building. Brisk wind and the weight of the world's gravity tugged her downwards. The gap between the buildings wasn't that great considering that Kaijin had the height advantage from her jumping point. The only issue was the landing as she was now flesh and blood and would certainly break something if she simply landed as she was.

Her chain spike. The Fullbringer whipped her weapon over her head as she came falling down. She wielded it as she had done so with her ribbons during a performance. Adding grace to the shows, her dances often came with some veiled material to add an exotic element to the scenes that she ballet. The chain flung over and coiled around a hanging sign that was connected to a building's side. Kaijin's body swung beneath it before climbing up through the air and over to the hard roof. Regardless of what she did the landing was still rough, and painful. Not only did she had no means to help support her weight during the entire ordeal, but it even caused her right shoulder to dislocate in the process. Her Fullbring wasn't an issue to dissipate as it returned to its original form as a bell, but the pain remained as she laid on the cold flooring of the roof. Plus, the attention that was drawn would certainly be a problem if she stayed, so there wasn't a choice but to run. People would come to investigate the matter, so the Fullbringer had to remove herself from the premise before they did. Dealing with the local authorities wasn't something that she wanted to do, considering that she would a wanted woman all over town if her face was seen.

Kaijin would deal with her shoulder another time, all that mattered now was to escape the area.

[Zeich Yajuu]

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