To Catch A Thief

[Kamikawa Hibiki]

Thread Title: To Catch A Thief
Participants: Kamikawa Hibiki and Shizuka Sanamizu
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: Downtown Karakura. The thread starts right outside a bank.
Special Conditions: Please don't murder my boy too hard.
Circumstances: Hibiki has just robbed a bank in Karakura (for good reasons I swear), and Shizuka happens to observe him running out of the bank holding a sack of money. Given that he's pretty obviously a bad dude, she decides to stop him.

[Kamikawa Hibiki]

Well this was certainly a new one. There he was, Kamikawa Hibiki -- officer of Squad Four, the medics of Soul Society -- had just walked out of a bank with a giant burlap sack swung over his shoulder. He’d even muttered something to the effect of ”And that’s for saying my mask looked like a birth defect” and spit on an unconscious guard. To anyone looking at this situation from the outside, it was pretty freaking obvious that this man, whoever he was, had just finished some sort of bank robbery. So how in the world did he get there at that moment? Let’s wind back the clock a bit and take a look.

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One Week Ago

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{Start Music - Cowboy Bebop - Spokey Dokey}

As he often did, Hibiki had journeyed to the land of the living. He had regained some of his abilities, but not all of them, or even most of them. No, he had regained just enough to be sure that he was who he thought he was. After only a couple of weeks enough of his Healing Expertise had returned that he at least was at the level of an experienced Human World surgeon. Now he was still unable to use any of the spiritual healing methods that he was used to, but he felt confident in his ability to diagnose and treat mortal ailments. Given that Karakura had helped him regain his powers, he saw fit to use his knowledge there as well.

The medic had decided to volunteer some of his time for a clinic in a poorer part of town. Getting the gig had been easy. He just played a bit of medical trivia with the person at the front desk and diagnosed three patients in a row by eyeballing them before they got an official diagnosis from the nurse practitioner on duty. Of course it helped that he had offered to work as a volunteer with no salary expectations. The place wasn’t super well funded, and was actually having trouble keeping its doors open. After a few days of helping out around there, the medic realized that he could help people more not with his talents, at least in his current state, but with a big pile of money.

And that’s when the idea had been hatched in his mind. He needed to get a boatload of cash in a hurry, and it had to be human world money. If he needed Soul Society dinero, he could always go try the Kuchiki family account. That had to still have a few billion in it. The human world dwellers wouldn’t even be able to look at that money though, let alone spend it, so that was out of the question. No, instead he needed to acquire some good ol Japanese Yen. But how was he going to acquire a literal pile of money in a short period of time? Simple. He was going to rob a bank.

Really, if you think about it, he was basically just implementing socialism. Banks are insured you see. As long as he stole under a certain amount, it would only cost the taxpayers about a dollar a pop to pay for the healthcare of Karakura’s ghetto for years to come. If you look at it that way, then all he was really doing was a modern day version of some Robin Hoodery mixed with a bit of Karl Marx. That didn’t sound so bad now did it? Okay, yeah, he was technically robbing a bank, but do we really need to pay attention to the technicalities on this one?

Now there was just the matter of how...

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Five Days Ago

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{Change Music - Ocean’s 13 - 11, 12, & 13}

He needed a team. That was for sure. Hibiki had cased the target: the First National Bank in downtown Karakura. It was the obvious choice, but damn was it well guarded. He had cased the joint, admittedly like a complete amateur since he was no expert at robbing banks. He did have one major advantage though, and that was that he had just abandoned his gigai for a bit and walked right in. No one in the place could see him, so that certainly made it go smoother than it otherwise would have. Still though, he couldn’t meaningfully interact with the money in his otherworldly form. If he just tried to carry it out as a ghost, people could still just grab it out of his hands.

No matter how hard it was, he had to do this the traditional way. He had used his astral form to every advantage he could get. Crawled through every air duct. Looked at every security camera. Critiqued the ironing of every guard’s trousers. Learned the usual lunch of the tellers. Sure, he had spent two days on that, but he had discovered basically everything that he needed to know in order to make it happen. He was definitely going to need help, even if he resorted to his otherworldly powers. There were a number of problems to overcome, and they weren’t ones that he could deal with alone. To be frank, he had no clue how to deal with them at all.

With nothing better to resort to, Hibiki hit up the local library and started to do his research. Not on the building itself, but on famous heists. He looked for innovative ways to get around the traditional issues that banks presented. There were obstacles like dye packs, armed security guards, vaults that required two people to open at the same time, and of course police responses. Even for a relatively small bank compared to larger cities like Tokyo there was quite a bit to deal with. He got some decent ideas for most of the issues from his reading on famous capers. Apparently there was a recent case where someone had managed to figure out how to hack the dye packs and make them not go off.

Now, given Hibiki had been dead a long time, and then dead for another few years again after that, he didn’t exactly understand what it meant, but apparently he needed to get someone skilled in electronics on his side to deal with that one. Then there was the guards. If he wanted to deal with them, he’d need some muscle. Despite being an otherworldly literal God of Death, Hibiki wasn’t exactly what you would call a mountain of meat. No, he was a skinny little fashion boi. Not the kind of person that could sucker punch someone into next tuesday. He’d probably have it go a lot easier if he got someone who knew how to shoot though. None of the guards had guns, so bringing some of those would make it a cakewalk.

Then there was the whole vault bit. It was a biometric lock that needed two bank employees to open it together. It used fingerprints though, and he had done a lot of reading up on fingerprint readers. Turns out they really suck at their job. The professional grade ones were apparently good nowadays, but consumer grade ones routinely confused a slice of pepperoni for a finger. There were also lots of easy tricks to bypass that. Like taking a mold of someone’s finger. Or taking their finger. Or just forcing them to unlock it. That honestly wouldn’t be too hard to deal with as long as he could manhandle people around properly, and that shouldn’t be impossible.

All that was really left to figure out was the police issue. In the old days you could just cut the phone line and then there was no way to alert the police. Nowadays that didn’t work though. Everything was wireless. Everyone had a cell phone. What he needed was a distraction. Something that would draw all the police away long enough that it wouldn’t matter that they got called in the first place. After a bit of thinking about it, he decided to go with some kind of explosive man. Just have someone blow up something that didn’t actually put anyone at risk, but made a real big show. If a building just exploded out of nowhere that would get police attention right?

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One Day Ago

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{Change Music - Trigun OST - Carrot & Stick}

In a dimly lit warehouse on the outskirts of Karakura, four people sat around a card table. They smoke, drank, and joked about what they should do with their share of the money. ”I’m gonna use mine to provide free healthcare to the poor.” Hibiki had revealed his true motive, and the squad he had assembled burst out into laughter. ”You shittin’ us, da?” a huge, bulky Russian man had asked him. ”Not even a little comrade. I may be labeled a crook, but I’ll be the crook that saved the ghetto from the flu!” This time the entire table, Hibiki included, burst out into laughter. He had no problem admitting that this whole idea of his bordered on madness.

He had assembled an impressive team though. He knew none of their real names, but their talents were genuine. “The Russian” was the monster of meat that had just spoken. He was the muscle. Obviously. A former KGB operative, he was more than capable of both terrifying men into submission and shooting them in the kneecaps until there were no more kneecaps. Then there was “Fireball.” A wiry, crazy, meth-addicted junker. But a crazy bastard that knew how to mix seemingly ordinary chemicals in ways that turned them into bombs big enough to register on the Richter Scale. Last, but far from least, was Gail. She had looked at him and told him to his face that ”code names are really dumb. They’ll never know it was me anyway.”

With this team, he had all his bases covered. The Russian had more than enough of a presence by himself to handle the grunt work, but despite his time in the KGB a bad blow to the head had left him a bit… well let’s just say he wasn’t the brains of the group. Fireball was a loose cannon, but that was exactly what Hibiki was counting on. He didn’t even want to be paid for his help. All Hibiki had needed to do was procure some chemicals for him, which had been rather easy given that he wasn’t on all the blacklists that Fireball was. ”The ‘sploshion is it’s own rward bby.” He was more than happy to go blow up a building just for fun.

Hibiki did not like Fireball much. Then there was Gail. This woman scared him. She was frighteningly competent when it came to electronics and technology, which was one of his weak points. Despite Hibiki normally being the one who got accused of arrogance, he felt utterly small next to her. She was so self-assured and so confident that it was like talking to a goddess of technology. He had made the mistake of asking ’Are you sure these jammers for the dye packs will work?” only once. The look she gave him was filled with so much disdain that he found it hard to look at her since then without feeling like an ant. All in all, his team was full of just the right “experts.”

”Well then, I take it you all understand the plan then?”

”BOOM!

”Da!”

’Better than you do probably.”

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One Hour, Ten Minutes Ago

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{Change Music -Ocean’s 12 - 165 Million Plus Interest}

It was only an hour to go until showtime. They had planned the hit for right at noon. It was during a shift change at the bank, and just after the armored car would have left. There would be plenty of money on hand. Maybe not enough to change the world, but at least enough to change a neighborhood. Gail was safely off somewhere far far away. She’d said she was going to France, but that seemed a bit, well, just a teensy bit unlikely. Then again, who was Hibiki to judge? It’s not like he couldn’t claim to have an exotic destination to jet away to at a moment’s notice, but he’d probably get even more raised eyebrows if he said he was going to head off to the afterlife.

Either way, he and the dollar store Hulk were just hanging out in a cheap sports car that the medic had paid cash for. A good ol Honda NSX. The thing was a veritable Ferrari killer back in its prime, but it hadn’t been able to start at first. Thankfully, The Russian was a mechanic in a previous life, and had been able to fix it with a well placed kick. Now that the thing was running, they had a perfect getaway car. They were parked a few blocks away from the bank, just waiting in a back alley where they were comfortably out of sight from anyone who might be able to identify them later.

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Fifteen Minutes Ago

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Fireball was in position as well of course, and had been mixing up his chemicals for quite some time. At last though, his cracked pocket watch read the proper time. 11:55. ”SHOWTIME BBY!” Those were the last words he ever said. Hibiki had explained the plan to everyone several times to make sure they got it, and it seemed like everyone had understood their role quite well. To be fair, Fireball did fulfill his role, but he had failed to understand a very important part of the plan that had gone unspoken. You see, he was supposed to detonate the explosion remotely, so that he could still be alive. Hibiki hadn’t thought that explaining that detail was necessary… but apparently it was.

Still, his dying act had proven to be a smashing success. All throughout Karakura was the siren call of the police. Their cars all sped away from the bank, straight towards the opposite end of town. 119, Japan’s emergency number, was ringing off the hook in this spiritual hotbed with hundreds of calls about an exploding building. It seemed that every available unit had been sent that way, as to outsiders it looked like an act of terrorism. What no one realized in the immediate aftermath of the explosion was that the building that got blown up had been vacant for years, and there wasn’t even a hint of structural damage to anything nearby. Sure, there was some cosmetic damage, but they’d be fine.

Hibiki had deliberately found a building surrounded by solid stone structures just so he wouldn’t feel too bad about the collateral damage potential. He didn’t have much time to dwell on that though. The Russian had heard the explosion as well. Hell, they’d both felt it, even over a mile away. Whatever Fireball had created, it was a doozy. Thankfully The Russian had understood the plan just fine. When he heard the boom, he turned on the car. Both men put on their masks. The Russian wore one of Vladimir Putin, and Hibiki wore a Gorilla mask. It complimented his black tactleneck and pants quite well, thank you very much. ”Let’s do this thing. ”DA!”

And so the two of them had sped off to the bank. They ran straight into the building. Hibiki was unarmed, but The Russian was lugging around a freaking minigun like it was a feather. ”EVERYBODY ON GROUND!” A long burst of machine gun fire ripped into the ceiling of the building, and everyone was on the ground pretty damn quick after that. One security guard thought he could be a hero, and screamed some rather rude things, but thankfully the medic noticed him before the guy with a heavy weapon did. A quick love tap to a pressure point put the normal human out of commission before he could get himself a lethal dose of lead.

The rest of the heist went just as smoothly. The Russian stayed in the main room and kept everyone too terrified to call the cops, and Hibiki had employees open up the safe so that he could load up a nice fat sack of money. Within fifteen minutes, they had arrived, and everything was done. There had been just one teensy little problem. He’d forgotten to ensure The Russian was loyal. When he walked out the front door of the bank, he realized the Russian was already gone with his share of the loot. So he stood there, now very upset, and spat on a guard in his anger. That, my friends, is how Kamikawa Hibiki got to the point in his life where he was standing outside a bank he just robbed while wearing a gorilla mask.

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{Outfit reference}

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{Stats and Skills}
Stats
Strength - [100{50)] Points
Speed - [90] Points
Spiritual Pressure - [50] Points
Reiatsu Strength - [90(135)] Points
Light Aura - [100] Points
Dark Aura - [0] Points
Instinct - [50] Points
Senses [100(50)] Points
Energy sensory - [0] Points
Healing Expertise - [100(150)] Points
Total SP: [580] Points

Skills

• [Kido] {1}
  
• [Battle Analysis] {1}
  
• [Hakuda] {1}
  
• [Mental Incantation] {1}
  
• [Calm Mind] {1}
  
• [Pain Tolerance] {1}

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

I wasn't like Shizuka to involve herself in anything when it came to lazy days. Most of the time, she would be sitting in her apartment waiting for a call or possibly online shopping. She adored online shopping. She didn't mind going out and actually shopping either, but something about being able to find everything she wanted and more online was too good to pass up. They also normally had more options! How could anyone possibly say no to options? So that's what she wanted to do on this particular day. She snuggled up with her dog on her couch, opened her laptop after she perched it atop her thighs, and searched for some things to spend some money on.

Now that was a different story. Did she have money? Of course. But she always felt like she didn't. She hated spending anything even when it was only ten dollars. She loved bargains and sales and deals because they would always make her feel like she was practically stealing from the companies having them. The downside was that she was well-aware how clothes were made and understood that they were horrendously over-priced. She heard that they mark things up something like four times their actual value in order to make a profit. So why sell a shirt for anything more than five dollars? On top of that, she knew she'd be paying for the brand. That's what really made a difference.

Despite that, she wanted to look for some things anyway. Perhaps she'd buy her dog a new bed, or maybe she'd look for a toy for him, or she could even think about spoiling herself every once in a while. She hardly ever got to do that. And maybe it was about time, too. She'd been working hard and was going on so many missions recently that she'd started feeling drained. She appreciated her own work ethic and how she was always willing to get the job done right, but it was taking its toll on her. All she wanted now-a-days was to sit back, relax, watch something on Netflix or whatever, and drink some hot chocolate.

But that lovely thought would come to an end relatively soon. Shizuka sighed and stood up once she moved her computer out of the way. After stretching in a few different directions, she allowed her body's joints to pop and release any tension they were storing. That always made her feel better. But it wasn't about making her bones crack! Shizuka was hungry! And she almost never kept any actual food in her apartment because she was out all the time. Most of the things she had were for her dog. She weighed her options for a hot minute and decided she'd walk into town. They might have something she likes!

Town wasn't really too far from where she lived. Well, it was, but it was only about a fifteen minute walk. It was even faster for her because she used step techniques on back roads to get there. No one ever saw her since she was hidden, and she was able to actually stealthily move around. Normal humans were not nearly as spiritually perceptive as other races and humans who had powers, so it was unlikely that they would ever notice something even this extreme. So, in a matter of mere seconds, Shizuka turned fifteen minutes into nothing more than a brief walk. A very brief walk.

As she was about to reach the small cafe where she sought out a blueberry muffin and a chai latte, an explosion could be heard from around the corner. Shizuka rolled her eyes. Today was supposed to be a lazy day, but apparently not. The food would have to wait. It was her duty to investigate strange matters, and if this turned out to be something that could be handled by police, she'd leave them to it. Nothing irritated her more than getting involved in the legal affairs of the normal humans outside of the Spiritual World. She wanted to be able to be helpful at all times, but this was too much.

She also felt like an idiot when she saw what happened. This building hadn't even been occupied. She slapped her palm to her face. Okay, so it was a distraction! That meant there was something else around here that was the actual target. These people were crafty. Shizuka set off once again, running at her normal speed that would still be much faster than a normal human. When she reached the place where she heard some gunshots, she saw that it was a bank. How typical. She figured it'd be best to just scope out the place and determine whether she was actually needed or not, but that idea came to a sudden halt when she saw people run out of the doors.

One had come out just a bit before the others and left rather quickly, but then one man in a gorilla mask followed. He seemed fairly upset about being left behind, but he was holding his own share of something that was more than likely stolen. Shizuka sighed. She ran up to the man, grabbed him by the back of the shirt, and dragged him away so that no one would be able to see him. She also grabbed anything he was carrying that looked stolen and threw it back towards the bank's doors. As soon as they were good and far away from the scene of the crime, Shizuka yanked his gorilla mask off his face.

"What the heck were you thinking? And you're way too young to be thieving. Did you seriously think this was a good idea?"

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{Shizuka's Stats}

Strength - 100 Points

Speed - 300 Points

Spiritual Pressure - [200] = 500 Points

Reiatsu Strength - [400] = 1000 Points

Light Aura - 60 Points

Dark Aura - 40 Points

Instinct - [200] = 100 Points

Senses - [200] = 100 Points

Energy sensory - 0 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Total SP: 1400 Points

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{Shizuka's Skills}

[Weapon: Firearms] {3}

[Stealth] {3}

[Strength of Will] {3}

[Battle Analysis] {3}

[Charisma/Leadership] {2}

[Analyzing] {2}

[Martial Arts: MMA] {2}

[Honeypotting - The art of manipulation to obtain information. Basically, a girl gathers enough information about her target - male or female, doesn't matter - and dresses accordingly or changes how she acts to be able to get them to do whatever she wants or tell her what she needs to hear.] {1}

[Kamikawa Hibiki]

It all had been for a noble purpose. Really it had. The fact of the matter was that Hibiki, though he had done something illegal, definitely felt he didn’t deserve the bad day he was having. Sure, he’d just robbed a bank, but he didn’t deserve to be abandoned, and he definitely didn’t deserve to be apprehended the within seconds of walking out of the bank. Okay, to be fair, he probably did deserve it, but he was in an annoyed mood because of this. Still, he knew that he’d have to be careful, as whoever this woman was, she had dragged him away faster than he knew what was happening.

As he always did, he looked over the person before him. Hibiki didn’t tend to make his decisions rashly nor quickly. He studied people, figured out what he could, and based his actions on that. In this case, the woman before him definitely a good looker. Shame the situation that they found themselves in wouldn’t let him use his not-so-feminine wiles to try to get out of trouble… and a bit of a shame that he wasn’t exactly single anymore. He wasn’t even really sure what he considered Asuka… but it felt wrong to hit on other people now, even if it was just to try to get out of trouble. That one was certainly going to take some getting used to.

More importantly though, this woman didn’t seem to have anything terribly distinct about her. Yeah, she was attractive, but she wasn’t showing any obvious affiliation, source of powers, or even any real hint as to her race. Given how she moved, she was definitely powerful, and likely quite experienced. She had treated him like no more than a nuisance with how she manhandled him. That meant that she was the type that saw a normal human as on a different level of power than her own. Unless she had a knack for sensing reiatsu, that’s probably all she thought Hibiki was after all. It’s not like he was wearing a Shihakusho after all.

The most likely answer was that this woman was one of the spiritually aware races that dwelled within the human world. No visible demon limb meant she wasn’t a partial hellspawn. Mod soul, Bount, or Human. Honestly, it didn’t matter a ton what race she was. She was, at current, a threat. Given Hibiki’s current lack of power, most members of all of those races could probably win a fight against him. His best bet was probably to try to talk his way out of this situation, but that would definitely be a tall order given this specific situation. Still, it was probably the best hope he had, and he could could still try to use it to get some information out of her if nothing else.

Given that Hibiki still didn’t really think he’d done anything terribly evil, he opted to tell the truth in answer to the woman’s questions. ”I thought I was playing Robin Hood, and getting some money to help fund a clinic that could do a lot of good… and I’m almost one hundred years old thank you very much young lady.” Both of these were the absolute truth. Hibiki was born in 1922, just a few years shy of a century ago. And as far as he was aware, he was at worst in the camp of morally grey. Sure, to an outsider, it probably looked like he was just doing some evil deeds, but that wasn’t really the case.

With his version of the truth proclaimed aloud, Hibiki attempted to get some information out of her in turn. ”And who do you think you are, coming in and acting all high and mighty without knowing anything about the situation?” He’d very purposely phrased that in a way that would probably piss her off a bit. That was good. Angry people liked to yell back. Yelling and anger made people irrational, and they were more likely to give away some key bit of information. Whether she ultimately did respond or not Hibiki grabbed at her arm that was holding onto his shirt and tried to pry it off, only to find that she was, unsurprisingly much stronger than he was.

She probably wouldn’t give him long to even try before she tried to subdue him further, so he opted for one of the only tricks he had in his book. ”But if you’ll excuse me it’s time for me to go.” A quick cast of Sho from the hand that he had gripped her own with had just enough oomph to harmlessly break her grip. ”Exit, stage left.” And then he vanished in a step of Shunpo to the right. Well, vanished is a strong word. He moved faster for a moment, but at a speed of 900 he was just on the edge of blurry to this woman.

Without any better options, he had opted to make a break for it. The money was a lost cause. Instead he just booked it as fast as he could away from that woman. Though he had no talent for stealth, he suppressed his reiatsu signature as best as he could as soon as he landed from that step of Shunpo. Of course that wouldn’t make a difference since she had no talent for energy sensory, but he had no way to know that. For the time being, he just focused on making as much distance as he could away from the bank, and away from her. But how far could he actually hope to get? Would she let him get away, or was he about to have a heel in the back of his head?

Reiatsu: 425/500
-25 Sho
-50 Shunpo

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

She could tell he was looking at her. Her relaxed eyebrows and half-closed eyelids both explained how she felt about it. An eye roll was added for effect and a sigh finished it off. She was used to being looked at by males and, admittedly, some females. But what she didn't like was that he was sizing her up when he didn't have much room to talk. She didn't need to use her Release to finish this guy off at all. Her soul gauge activated for a moment and covered her eye as she read his numbers. He was relatively weak. He was definitely more than just an average human, and she could at least feel that much, but he was otherwise a bit average.

If she was going to be objective, though, she had to admit that he was also attractive. She didn't like admitting it, but she did. A lot of people that she came into contact with were actually very good-looking. He was no exception, of course. She was aware that he certainly looked just a bit older than her, as well, but she had a young face. No one really thought she was twenty-three when they met her, but she was. Shizuka pushed those thoughts aside and placed her hands on her hips in an effort to keep herself engaged. She wanted to stop him from committing a crime and managed to do that, but here came the excuses.

”I thought I was playing Robin Hood, and getting some money to help fund a clinic that could do a lot of good… and I’m almost one hundred years old thank you very much young lady.”

"A century old? Oh gosh, no. I know what that means," Shizuka trailed off in irritation.

”And who do you think you are, coming in and acting all high and mighty without knowing anything about the situation?”

Shizuka raised an eyebrow at him. "I don't need to know anything about it to understand what's illegal and what's not. I figured you would know better than that, especially now that I found out you're such an old geezer."

When the man grabbed her arm, she simply glanced down at the touch and back up at him before slowly grabbing his hand, gripping it with her full strength that she now knew was twice that of his. She pried it off with little to no effort and held it up in front of him as if to force him to recognize that he couldn't mess with her that easily. It didn't take long for him to realize this and he attempted to make an escape. A bit of force was applied to Shizuka's arm through his hand and that was enough to cause her to yield, though it was mostly because she'd been startled by it. She didn't recognize that ability.

His sudden hastened movement was enough to catch her attention, though. He darted off to the right fairly quickly for someone of Shizuka's normal speed, but she didn't bat an eye quite yet. In fact, she kind of smiled. She thought it was fun. He imagined he could get away from her just by rushing off like that, but he was evidently fairly unaware of how fast she could be. She was known for it. Just a moment after he headed off, she followed him with her own Movement. This allowed her to match his speed and trail behind him. She wasn't trying to intimidate him just yet. But she was at least able to stay on his heels.

"I don't think your intention is to actually make up for what you've done. You left a mess back there. Don't you think the right thing to do would be to clean it up?"

It's not like she knew she was going to be able to convince him to do the right thing. She wanted to try, but ultimately it was up to him. She also wasn't the type to force someone to comply with her demands. She only did that when she was on the job, and that was not the case today. She was enjoying her day off and trying to get this man to set things right. Whether he was human or not, especially at something ridiculous like one hundred years old, he should know better than to steal from a bank. She didn't care of it was because he wanted to give it to a good cause. There were other ways to handle things like that. He could have gotten a job!

It was unlikely he would try something like that, though. If he wasn't very accustomed to human laws, was he something else? She prayed he wasn't a Shinigami. As soon as that cat got out of the bag, she'd have no choice but to kill him. It was practically her job to make a statement over that at this point. But she had no way of knowing what he was. The only thing she could really tell was his general power level and that's how she initially knew that he was weaker than her. He suppressed pretty much anything else, though it mattered not. She was used to feeling nothing of the sort in that regard. She never could.

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{Movement (Mastered: - 80 TTP)}

Technique Name: Movement

Class: 4

Technique Type: Other

Technique Element: None

Technique Description and Effects:
This is a movement technique. It's to keep up with things like Shunpo or Sonido. While all races using this have their own variant of a step technique already, this one is pretty much an in-general type of move. It attunes the physical body to the reiatsu in the air, rather than spiritual to spiritual. It is now physical to spiritual. This allows the user to step at 3x speed for the cost of only 25 Reiatsu. This technique does not take up a technique slot.

How to use technique: Focus the body’s energy and release during a step. This technique can be broken off in the middle of its use. Unlike other step techniques, this one can be repeated while in the middle of the previous one, allowing someone to change their movement course in mid movement.

Drawback: None

Shizuka's Remaining Reiatsu: 4975 (-25 for Movement)

[Kamikawa Hibiki]

Shit, she was right on his heels. Neither the Shunpo nor the quite literal verbal misdirection had thrown her off for even a second. The only good thing he had going for him was that she hadn’t seemed to attack him, or even try to catch him. Clearly she had the speed to do so if she wanted to. That much wasn’t an issue for her, so why wasn’t she trying to take him down? If her words were anything to be believed, she was trying to get him to atone for his crimes. Shit, was he dealing with someone with a hreo fetish hero complex? The only thing more dangerous than raw power was zealotry, so that wouldn’t be good.

Still, what else could he do? He ran through the alleyway and tried to escape, but every time he glanced back she was right there, with an almost bored look on her face. He needed some kind of plan if he wanted to stand any chance of getting out of here a free man. Hell, if he wasn’t careful he wouldn’t even get out of the day alive. That was the only thing that had him glad to far. She didn’t seem to have much, if any, intention of killing him. It was one thing to deal with a zealot that wanted to arrest you, but another with a hero that was willing to kill.

As he broke out of the alleyway, a flash of inspiration hit him. The street wasn’t particularly busy, but he saw something that he could use to his advantage. The police that were now en route to the bank! With one hand he reached into his pocket and grabbed something. The other flailed wildly at the police car speeding down the street. Obviously he was being chased, and the clear victim here yelled out for the police. ”HHHEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPP! She’s gonna kill me! Save me!” Lights and sirens already blaring, the police pulled to an abrupt stop right in the path of the chase. They emerged from their car, unfortunately without any weapons drawn.

Although it was a shame that Japanese police weren’t as gun happy as their American counterparts, it was the distraction that he needed. The medic kept on running right past the police. As he ran, he just kept yelling, ”SAAAVVVEEEE MEEEEE!” The exact worst situation he could have imagined, being face to face with the police, was now his best hope. In that moment, with the police drawn in as a distraction, he burst off in another step of Shunpo to get back into the alleyways. One sharp turn around the corner, and he popped the pill from his pocket into his mouth. In that instant, good ol chappy took over his gigai and stood there like the mod soul was supposed to.

Immediately after that, the now very much a Shinigami and very much not a human Hibiki darted straight through the wall. Shinigami, though they seldom took advantage of this fact, were not part of the material plane. When they interacted with it, it was generally because it “felt right” but they existed on the spiritual plane, not the physical one. Phasing through a wall was one of the little perks that came with not being stuck in a living body. It wasn’t a perfect plan, but between his suppressed reiatsu, real body’s disappearance, and the fake body he had left behind, he had some degree of hope that this would manage to let him get away in one piece.

If he was even remotely lucky, she would just go arrest, or lecture the heck out of, good old Chappy. Now there was just the very unfortunate situation that Hibiki had found himself in. Though he (hopefully) was no longer being tracked by that person, he had phased right through a wall into a bathroom. Not only did the whole place smell like wet ass, but there was an obvious reason for that too. As luck, or the lack thereof, would have it, he had phased right into a shit-coated bathroom. Apparently someone had just finished painting the walls with liquid poo, and he was stuck here. If he risked going outside this room, there was a much higher chance of him being detected.

So now the questions were just these. Had he managed to ditch her, and if he had, could he stomach being in this room long enough for her to leave the area? If he hadn’t actually managed to do this all without being seen, then he hadn’t accomplished anything. Even if he was currently undetected, he’d still have to manage to survive in this room long enough for her to leave, and if she figured out that Chappy wasn’t actually him, then that would most likely be a pretty long wait. He couldn’t just go back outside though. She’d see him right away. AHHHHHH! He just wanted to scream, but he couldn’t make any sound either or she’d hear him. Why did there have to be so much shit everywhere!?

Reiatsu: 375/500
-50 for Shunpo

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

Following him wasn't the issue, but figuring out why he was trying to run away was. She didn't understand it. All she wanted to do was talk and he was making that blatantly impossible. If he was trying to get away this hard, then whatever was going on with him meant he had other bad deeds under his belt. Awesome. So he was some spiritually aware, and likely powerful in some regard, human. Probably. Maybe. Maybe not? In any case, she tried to keep up with him. That wasn't the hard part, of course, but he was doing everything in his power to complicate things. He darted into an alleyway and she followed, assuming incorrectly that she had him cornered.

Thankfully, he left it. Shizuka rolled her eyes. She followed him out to the street as he started screaming for no reason at all. Wait a minute. He claimed she was trying to kill him! How? She didn't even lay a finger on him! Well, not really. She pulled him away from the scene of the crime but that also meant he was out of trouble for a hot second. Why was he trying so hard to get her to be caught so he could get away? Why even try to get away? She was just trying to talk! Ugh. Okay. She had to think. The police were on their way and would likely try to help him out by stopping her somehow. That wouldn't be good, so she had to come up with another idea.

Using her stealth, Shizuka darted back into the alleyways before the police had the chance to see her face. She was able to follow the guy that way but it wasn't very easy. When she was finally able to catch up with him, she was now on top of a roof. She was just above him, hiding, waiting for an opportunity when he popped what looked like a pill in his mouth. Immediately, his soul, his extremely Shinigami soul, was separated from his physical body. Shizuka's eyes narrowed. She wasn't surprised. Of course a vile creature like him was trying to steal from the human world! They didn't help. They only harmed.

He moved quickly and phased through the wall of the next building. He wouldn't know that Shizuka was so close since she was hiding, and she didn't want to make too much use of her Reiatsu , though she remembered it wouldn't matter much. He was just like her and had no Energy Sensory skills. He wouldn't be able to know she were on his heels unless he looked directly at her. But he wasn't the only one who could phase through walls. Shizuka jumped down and placed her hands upon the outer wall of the building. She used Soul Dominance to shift the atomic structure of the bricks and other materials so that she, too, could phase through. It was a bit slower than when the Shinigami did it, so she'd likely run in to an empty room, but it was worth a shot.

As she pushed through, she tried to reason with him. Maybe if she attempted to get him to listen to her, she wouldn't have to kill him immediately. She'd still kill him unless he had a seriously good reason as to why she shouldn't, but that seemed unlikely. These weirdos never had a good reason for that so she was able to take most of them down. On the other hand, if they somehow proved themselves useful to her, maybe she'd reconsider. But until then, it would be simple. She'd take them out before they got a chance to speak. Was that rude? Probably. Did she care? No, not so much.

"If you'd stop running for a minute, then you'd know that I'm not going to attack you yet, Shinigami. But I promise that I'll make sure there's nothing left of you next time. So stand right where you are." Shizuka gagged. As soon as she was finished talking, she realized where she was. "Oh my god, and let's get out of here! This is nasty!"



Shizuka's Remaining Reiatsu: 4825 (-150 for Soul Dominance)

[Kamikawa Hibiki]

((You were already down 25 for movement, so you should be at 4825, not that it matters in the long run.))

Shit. Somehow she had already found him. How had she already, casually, found him? She didn’t seem to have broken a sweat or anything, even after all the things he’d tried. She’d evaded the police without seeming to have lost any time, and she’d not fallen for the chappy trick. He had no clue whatsoever how she’d managed that. Who in the world was he dealing with? This was about as bad as his nightmares of trying to escape the Onmitsukido, back when they had been no more than assassins for those who betrayed Soul Society. It didn’t matter who she was though. She was the type that wasn’t going to be dissuaded from what she needed to do in her eyes, and right now that was either lecturing or incinerating Hibiki.

There was the real question. Which did she actually want to do. He thought about what she had said, and she claimed that she wasn’t going to attack him, but in the next breath she said she was gonna make sure there was nothing left of him. Something told him that she wasn’t about to actually let him go any time soon, given the threat of complete and utter obliteration. So how was he supposed to get out of this one against someone who was strong enough to track and follow him effortlessly, and that he knew moved far faster than he could? There was only one answer that he could think of, and that was to use the only weakness she had displayed so far.

Every fiber of his being cried out that this was an absolutely awful idea. There were so many things that made this plan utterly stupid. He couldn’t even begin to count them. But it was his only chance. She had showed him only one opportunity. She couldn’t stand this room to the point that she had momentarily forgotten her objective. It was probably easier for her to focus on that given that she didn’t feel any immediate threat to her life. Hibiki, on the other hand, was completely focused on how to avoid the surely imminent immolation at the hands of this woman. Though he wished he had been able to find a different way, there was only on plan that had any chance of success in his mind.

”Yeah, leaving sounds good.” He pointed right at the shit-covered door as he said that. If Shizuka had any talent for sensing reiatsu, then she would have detected a very minor fluctuation as he prepared the weakest of all the Hado: Sho. An invisible burst of force smacked into the door. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Force went into the door, shit flew out from the door directly at the woman… and everything else in the room. At the same time, his other hand had been pointed down at the ground in front of him, and a second, near simultaneous cast of Sho fired a secondary wave of shit from in front of the woman, whereas the first had come from behind her.

This was his master plan. It wasn’t much, and it was a big gamble, but it was all he really had in him. The hope was that she’d just get so disgusted by being covered in shit that she’d just leave to go shower, but he only gave that something like a ten percent chance. There was about a ninety percent chance of her just killing him for this one. Oh, right, and then there was a chance she saw it coming, dodged it, and Hibiki got covered in shit instead. That one wasn’t fun, but he was probably going to die if he didn’t do anything, so he had to do what he could.

There was one thing that he could do though, and that was to fade back through the wall he had come in through with a ”Smell ya later!” He wasn’t about to wait around to see whether or not she left to go take a shower. It was back to the only hope he really had, and that was hauling ass out of there. Thankfully, no one could see him anymore, aside from the rare spiritually aware human. For good measure, he drew his blade as he ran. His Zanpakuto probably wouldn’t make a whole lot of a difference, but he’d rather have it out then not if that woman came chasing after him again.

Reiatsu: 325/500
-50 for 2x Sho

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

OOC: I told you on Discord but I'm making a note here! I fixed the Reiatsu amount. It's good now! Thanks!



Repulsive. Utterly repulsive! This entire room had to be demolished. Shizuka made a mental note of that while she was preparing for whatever trick this Shinigami had up his sleeve. Unfortunately for her, though, she was too distracted by the absolutely horrendous smell coming from this place. Who does this?! Who has enough crap stored up in their system to unleash what could only be compared to the nuclear bomb of bathroom trips upon every available space? This was worse than being thrown into a garbage dump. She would have preferred that! As it was, Shizuka wasn't going to be able to stand even another second in here.

The distraction turned out to be her downfall, too. Her target was able to use his abilities before she had even realized because she lost her focus for a moment while she was busy being disgusted by what had to have also been a human. She prayed it wasn't, but it probably was. An attack was made twice against some of the surfaces of the room, and Shizuka was about to try to counter what she assumed was immediately directed at her, but she was horribly wrong. Neither attack was. Not completely. Instead, what she was met with was a face and entire body covered in the most disturbing thing ever to come from this world.

A scream came from the Fullbringer that could have been heard from a mile away. She watched as he faded through the wall again and made sure to keep up for real this time. She immediately followed him and abused her Soul Command for a moment against this wall. She picked up a soiled hand and balled it up into a fist before punching as hard as she could, breaking the wall down with a loud crash. Normally, she wasn't nearly strong enough to accomplish such feats. She was stronger than an average human and could pull off stunts that even athletes couldn't, but she wasn't considered superhuman in that regard. But with Soul Command, she could.

Shizuka stomped out from the hole in the wall and practically only saw red at this point. Her eyes locked on the Shinigami as she flung her hand down. Her Soul Dominance grabbed onto his clothing and smashed him into the ground. Since she knew her Reiatsu Strength was significantly higher than his own, he'd have no choice unless he stripped. He was at her mercy now. As soon as he planted his face onto the hard pavement, she used Soul Command one more time to get every last iota of this filth off her own body and shove it into any visible hole he had. She forced it to coat his entire body, as well. The only thing she avoided was his eyes.

"How DARE you do something so dreadful to me?! Are you serious?"

Shizuka stomped herself over to him one more time but kept enough of a distance to be out of reach from his now-visible sword. He was going to pay for this. She was going to make sure he knew what real pain felt like. If this mess wasn't already making him sick due to how much of it was literally infiltrating his body, she'd make sure he knew what her most sincere form of torture would be. Shizuka didn't let up on her Soul Dominance, either. She couldn't use it against his body or his Release, but his clothes were up for grabs. He'd have to think of a smart way out of this one. Screaming wouldn't save him now, and they were away from the cops enough to not make a scene.

"Try one more trick. I dare you."



Shizuka's Remaining Reiatsu: 4575 (-100 for Soul Command twice, -150 for Soul Dominance)

[Kamikawa Hibiki]

This hadn’t been a very good day for Hibiki. He had done some really dumb things. He’d robbed a bank. He’d recruited untrustworthy comrades for that bank heist. He’d woken up that morning. Worst of all though, he had made the mistake of pissing off this woman. He didn’t have any clue what had happened. All he knew is that everything hurt. His body had slammed itself into the ground so hard he was pretty sure that a few bones cracked on impact. His head burned. His vision was blurry. It was a miracle that he was conscious, but he definitely had a massive concussion from when his head bounced off the pavement.

In his delirium he thought back about the choices that had gotten him to that point. Where had he gone wrong? Lots of places. But what specific decision was to blame for all of this? Was it the idea to rob the bank in the first place? That was a pretty bad one for sure. Was it wrong though? He thought back about it, and yeah, the end result didn’t seem that bad. The whole one dollar per person thing didn’t seem awful when he put it like that. It was basically the same as taxation, and that was super duper normal. So clearly it couildn’t be bad… if that was the only way that you looked at it.

But in that moment, he had experienced something entirely different that, while it was the end result of his bank robbery, was actually the same thing that he’d probably done to all the people in the bank. He was at the mercy of someone vastly more powerful than him. He couldn’t fight back. He was powerless. Afraid. Victimized. Traumatized. That was what he had done to all those perfectly innocent bystanders. They didn’t deserve that. It wasn’t just about the money. It was about so much more than the money. Stealing money wasn’t a big crime to him, but years of fear and PTSD? Shit, that was something downright heinous, no matter his reasons.

Hibiki deserved everything he had earned. He had been a complete shithead today, and the punishment that was doled out to him was something that he couldn’t really object to. Okay, he could. He deserved it. But Jesus. Within a few moments, he passed out. There was shit everywhere. In his nose. In his mouth. In his ears. He tried to puke but the pressure of it being forced down prevented it. Within moments he had passed out from asphyxiation. It was only once she relented that his unconscious body was able to automatically start puking it back up. Assuming that she didn’t just literally murder him, then Hibiki was left in a pile of shit and vomit.

Again assuming that he wasn’t summarily executed, then he had nothing to say to defend himself when he awoke. He had always been a “the ends justify the means” kind of person. Hell, he’d threatened to kill Raygin and revive him over and over, just to make him stronger. He stood by that one, because that boy needed to learn fear if he was going to avoid getting killed by someone that wouldn’t bring him back to life, but there were plenty of other examples of times when the healer had done things that weren’t exactly ethical and told himself that the end result was what mattered. But what about today? Was that the case here? Absolutely not. He had been wrong.

So what was he to do after this? He’d honestly need to re-evaluate how he looked at the world. If he kept acting like he was. If he was still so self-centered… he couldn’t stay like this. His life before that day, he’d been too focused on his gut feelings. He’d thought too little about long term consequences. Hibiki had lived in the moment, and it had caused suffering. He couldn’t do that anymore. He needed to be more thoughtful, not just about the fate of others, but about the longer lasting consequences of all the decisions he made. That was what he had taken away from this incredibly shitty day.

((Victory Shizuka))

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

It looked like her work there was done. She could tell that he wasn't really very strong, and recent events with another weaker Shinigami made her heart ache. She sneered. She didn't want to let this guy off, but she thought he deserved it after what she had just done. Shizuka sighed. It really didn't have to turn out this way if he didn't run. Her goal wasn't to kill him or even force him to pass out. She released her spiritual hold on his clothes. This whole thing was a mess that she just didn't want to deal with. The Shinigami could be let go for now. It wasn't worth the possible pain.

Shizuka wondered why he didn't talk to her at first and chose to run. Could he tell that it wasn't much of a match? Was it something like that? Either way, it didn't matter. Shizuka was finished here. She stretched her hands upwards and locked her fingers together so the stretch would feel even better. She sniffed. It became blatantly obvious that she needed a shower. Despite the fact that she was no longer covered in human excretions, she still smelled like it. She left the Shinigami to wake up on his own in this disgusting reality, but she wasn't going to pursue this any further. It was her day off. Shizuka quickly turned around, flipped her long blonde hair, and walked off to go home and clean up. She deserved it.

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This has to be one of the dumbest fights I've ever seen. Top quality shitpostery.

49 Paragraphs for Hibiki = 490 TP.
27 Paragraphs for Shizuka + Victory TP = 370 TP.