Drinks on Me [Jim and Miranda, S Possible JT]

[jimbureka]

Name: Drinks On Me
Participants: Jim Bureka (Quincy) and Miranda Frost (Shinigami)
Location: A local convenience store in Karakura. 
Threat Level: [NDE]

Plotline: It's just another night for Jimmy, but for Miranda it's her first time in the human world. And the draw of the food and drink at the convenience brings her and a timid Quincy together in the simplest interactions. 
Special Conditions:

[jimbureka]

Jim was restless, as usual, and as much as she savored the comforts of her cheap motel room that was devoid of crowds and people in general, she felt unbridled energy waiting to be used. She only had two hour nap intervals and would find herself doing wall assisted handstands and crunches inbetween. She always did her morning routine of spars and cardio, but despite this she felt the need to go out. She skipped lunch, and this was probably the case, though she knew she was often like this when she was alone or not doing any odd jobs for her org. Well, didn't matter. She needed to get something to eat.

She heads out to the motel and into the nearby convenience store, the soft tickling of the bell at the entrance signalling her entry. She had headphones on, hands in pockets. No music played in her headset but she wanted to give the illusion of ignoring everything and everyone and being trapped in her own bubble. She was quiet, her face giving nothing away as she headed toward the aisle, going through the items on stock and thinking what she was going to eat tonight.

The night was nothing out of the ordinary. To her, it was alright, as it helped her assimilate a certain normalcy to her otherwise not so normal life. But the drumming of her fingers in her pockets and the tapping of the tip of her shoe on the ground made her seemed wired. She eventually made up her mind and got a cup noodle, and some pocky. She made her way now towards the chilled section, dry ice smoke spilling out of the area as she stood there, scanning for a cold drink that would go with her hot noodles. She knew cold tea was a no-brainer, the black dragon tea an easy choice to make. But she's thinking about trying something else, something new.

| A convenience store in Karakura Town. | → | No one in particular. | → | Restless. | → | Heads to the nearby convenience store to grab something for dinner. Still deciding on the drink. |

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[Miranda Frost]

Finally, Miranda’s vacation was approved. After two years of dedicated and valiant service, she would finally be allowed partake in a little “Frosty-Time”. Where to go was a good question. She had to take into consideration her involvement as a shinigami and the many enemies they had. Fortunately, the Earth was a huge place. Unfortunately visiting such places was easy for all of the Gotei 13’s enemies. Like the Gotei 13, these enemies were everywhere. In that case, she should go where-ever she wished. In high-density spiritual areas, the number of hostiles may be higher, but the number of allies would be higher as well.

And thus she chose Karakura if only for a place whose culture resembled that of which Miranda had been living under for some time. She knew she wasn’t of Japanese or perhaps even Asian descent, but she knew enough from her time in the soul society that a vacation to Karakura would be enjoyable. When she looked herself in the mirror upon arrival and the gigai that had been crafted for her using her old corpse as a reference. Apparently, the one had crafted the gigai had been a friend of the one who had performed that konso on her. As grateful as Miranda was to have something so close to what she once was, she couldn’t help but find the situation strange.

It wasn’t as if she were given a choice. It was the only one available apparently or at least the only one that he’d allow her to choose. Miranda couldn’t complain much about what came with the particular package. A decent body along with a cute low-cut blue dress that showed her lightly toned arms and legs and a purse full of the currency she’d need to enjoy her vacation among the world of the living. She sighed and shook her head in thought, rounding the corner the sidewalk she traveled led her. Frost’s grey eyes peered through the convenience store window at the various foods, drinks, and other things.

Miranda shrugged and turned to walk past the storefront before feeling the rumblings of hunger build. She remembered she had forgotten to eat that day during her abrupt vacation planning and preparations. She slipped through the door which ranges a delightful tone at her entry. Quickly she perused the aisles scanning over the various snacks and quick meals. She was basically given money equivalent to her pay, which is still fairly generous given what you could use it on in this city. Not to mention she had a good amount of pay saved. She picked up few packs of noodles before sifting through the beverages aisle, picking up a cold bottle of Vodka. She almost skipped to the counter with how happy she was.

[jimbureka]

Jim didn't hear the bell's soft ring at the entrance, the same sound when she came in earlier. Her eyes were still scanning the chiller section, looking for her specific brand of cold tea, when someone in her line of vision picked up a drink in the alcoholic row.

Jim does not turn her eyes, fixated on her search for the drink, but in that moment, her peripherals caught the figure that got her drink, and... there was something that made her turn her eyes.

She would've assumed it was the trick of the light, or her eyes playing with her. She was seeing the blue dress, the tidily kept platinum white locks covering her back. But she was also seeing the same person, white hair, small smile, with the standard shihakusho. The images seemed to overlap, or more like, be in the same frame. Two similar yet different people manifesting the same scenario. Jim stared now, not realizing she was until her gaze followed the now doppleganger-esque woman that was now skipping along and was blocked with the shelves on the aisle, with only the top of the woman's white hair in view. Jim turned away, blinking for a few moments. She was seeing double, wasn't she? She didn't even get any alcohol in her system and right now she felt was already hallucinating.

She slowly heads towards the end of the aisle, poking her head out to take a look once again, and there was no mistaking it: she was seeing two overlayed images of the same woman, one in a blue dress, and one in the black robes. The shihakusho reminded Jim of some folks running around these parts, taking down Hollows every now and then as much as the Quincies did. So this begs the question...

Was this woman a shinigami?

She suddenly felt self-conscious, worried the woman might notice her ogling so much, and it seemed the woman had some reason to hide herself in some illusion. She quickly pulls back, feeling rather tense, and so as not to look suspicious, she grabs the bottle of vodka the woman took, so it would seem like Jim was simply looking her way out of mere interest for the product she just took. The marketing team of this vodka brand would be so happy right now.

Just then, another ringing of the entrance bell was heard, but the newcomers were not the usual customers. They were 5 total, and were donning low-end plastic party masks, one of them pulling out a gun and pointing at the cashier. "Pack it up and no one gets hurt." The man mutters through his Venom mask, and the other four pulled out their own weapons, a baseball bat, a plank of wood, another handgun, and some switchblade, to which the owner did not hesitate to flash some of his bladework skills to intimidate the one at the cashier further. Noticing the blue dressed woman, the other man with a gun, and Dracula mask, motioned his handgun at her. "Crouch yo pretty ass down, and give us what you got."

| A convenience store in Karakura Town. | → | The woman with a blue dress/shihakusho? | → | On alert, self-conscious. | → | Sees a weird two-image sort of the same person, tries to play it off cool. Will react to thugs next post. |

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{OOC}Will react to thugs next post.

[Miranda Frost]

The one staring at Miranda needn't worry about being discovered of her inquisitive gaze, for the shinigami was a woman with a purpose and a goal. The platinum-haired woman cradled the cool bottle of vodka like one would carry a newborn babe, with her palm clasping softly over the bottle's heel and tucking its neck against her right breast. Frost hadn't had a drop to drink of such things for so long. Daily patrols and training often got in the way of such things, so when the opportunity came to embrace such celebratory acts, Frost should partake of them.

While one arm tucked the frost covered bottle against her bosom, the other hand delved into the simple purse of hers, digging around its contents. While her dress and hair may be kept neat and clean, the insides of her purse were so abnormally disorganized, a testament to her excitement. The man at the counter was a patient old man but made a single clear of his throat to make her aware of her surroundings. Miranda's eyes glanced up, realizing she was next in line, but that wasn't what he was trying to make her aware of. The door's bell rung, and five unfavorable characters made their presence known.

With the bottle still tucked beneath her boob, she backed away slowly, the steel of her eyes observed their demeanor and their weapons of choice. The sheer confidence in the way they carried themselves could not but underestimated, but unfortunately for them, they were unaware of who they were in the presence of. Furthermore, she was restricted in how she could approach this situation. She could let the robbers do as they please and hope they'd ignore her, or she could use what cunning she had to resolve the situation. The gun pointed in her direction forced her to choose the latter.

The face she wore was mostly fabricated, mostly. Her eyes widened and she bit her lip as if to hold back a scream. Her fear of guns wasn't unprecedented. It was a cheap weapon that any man or woman could wield and, with a well-placed shot, could end Miranda where she stood, no matter how strong she would become. There was such power packed in each little cartridge and the noise it made upon firing while she often fought horrifying beasts and monsters as a part of her job, these simple weapons were feared above all of them.

Her breathing quickened but she forced a calm upon herself. She had a plan after all. Frost crouched down slowly, her back arching to show off the tasteful curves the tight dress displayed, especially in this awkward position. Frost knew she had a bit of beauty in her figure. Perhaps it would be enough to distract the gunman focusing on her. Surely enough he took the bait and slowly stepped forward. Frost noticed the other robbers sweeping the aisles to secure the place and keeping a close eye on the remaining customers.

"Sho", Frost whispered with her free hand pointing at the Venom-dude's weapon. An invisible wave of energy shot forth and knocked the gun out of that gunman's hand, causing it to bounce and skid behind the counter. The Devil-masked-man turned from Mira, giving the shinigami her opening. What the man had failed to notice was the pair of steel-toed, military grade boots Miranda wore. She bolted forward in a blur of blue and black, her dress audibly ripping as her leg was cast out in a wide arc. The boot's toe caught the gunman in the temple, causing him to drop the gun straight into Frost's free hand.

"Leave now. All of you.", She pointed the weapon at the first gunman, halting his attempts to retrieve his weapon. The man froze and receded when realizing the danger they were in. The steel of Miranda's eyes was sharp and while she feared the weapon she threatened them with, she was nonetheless prepared as they were to use it. She felt their hostile intent in the way they spoke, the way they moved, and the way those eyes peered at her through those cheaply made masked. They were prepared to kill. "And don't come back."

But they were not prepared to die.

[jimbureka]

Something about the scene grew odder by the second. Men in masks barging in for an easy grab of cash, only to be stopped by a big-breasted woman, who at first seemed helpless and ditsy, and rather provocative in her initial portrayal of a helpless damsel, only to turn the tables with her quick reflexes, somehow getting the gun off the Venom masked man's hand and her foot inches away from the man's face.

Jim, of course, was watching everything unfold in safety, crouched at the back close to the aisle with cheese dip jars and huge pringle cans. The double vision woman moved well, her reflexes superb. Not a typical feat to be done by a human, as most would cower and let the thugs get their way. Of course, Jim would just opt to wait it out and react if they tried to hurt the old man, who she's seen often as she frequently grabbed her nighttime munchies here, and she appreciated that the man pretty much left her alone, no questions asked.

Back to the scene, the woman spoke, which of course Jim couldn't hear, but she knew whatever the woman said was enough intimidation for the other four to hesitate. The chick was obviously NUTS to go against the local gang thugs in this side of town, and the old man paled, seeing the brewing rage on the restless young men. But the woman had the gun, and quickly disarmed their head chump.

"BITCH." The remaining gunman growled, his eyes through the Dracula mask seething as his finger twitched at the trigger. The other men, with their melee weapons were on edge, waiting on orders like beasts at bay.

"You think you scare me, huh?" The man barks, trying to assert his dominance but has not raised his weapon yet. He figured talking trash or scaring the woman might get her guard down. "You don't know who you messin' with bitch---" His anger, the tension, was evident in his growing red face, but he slowly began to back away, and his men followed suit, as well as the man in the Venom mask. As they began to retreat, the man in the Dracula mask glared at the woman in the blue dress. "This ain't over." He says menacingly, before the guys opened the doors, the familiar soft tingling of the entrance bell heard as they made their exits, all eyes on the woman with the gun as they backed off and ran out into the streets.

A long moment of silence passed, and it dragged on for a while until the old man spoke, his voice almost croaking. "You shouldn't have done that. You really shouldn't have." Jim waited a bit, checking the coast is clear before slowly standing up, her hands still with her purchases and she merely placed her cup noodle, pocky and vodka bottle on the counter, as if what happened moments before didn't happen. She turns to look at the old man, one eyebrow raised, as if to say with her face if the woman was done paying. It came off as annoyed and her wanting to move things along, but it was her being really hungry and she really didn't want to be here when the thugs get back. Which, most likely they would.

| A convenience store in Karakura Town. | → | The woman with a blue dress/shihakusho? and the old cashier man. | → | Trying to play it cool, low key hungry and wanting to gtfo. | → | Hides and watches thugs leave and just trying to get her purchases and leaving as soon as possible. |

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[Miranda Frost]

Thunder pounded in Miranda’s chest. After a few choice words, the thugs split with promises of retaliation at a later time. Frost kept her composure, finger gracefully resting against the trigger until each of the masked men had left the store. With her mind returned to its normal disposition, she lowered the gun and quickly placed it on the counter in front of the old clerk. “Call the authorities, report what happened. If they return, don’t be afraid to defend yourself.”, Miranda advised before digging into her purse, grabbing a loose bill and placed it over the gun.

“Keep the change”, she murmured, stepping clear of the counter for the other customer to approach. As she looked upon the one who spoke, she was fairly surprised by the other’s appearance. Appearing rather young and boyish, the woman seemed detached from everything, from the cold voice to the casual demeanor. These thugs surely must be a regular sight around here. Frost sighed and popped the cap off of the bottle, depositing a mouthful of the stuff before capping it back.

The old man’s eye merely raised at the sight of another drinking in his store. Surely the man has lived long enough to give zero fucks. She huffed contently. Criminals or no, this was her vacation and she’d be damned if anyone ruined it. “And what would you have done?”, She lightly swung the bottle at her side, her other hand resting gently upon her hip. “They were in the way, How else was I to get my drink?”

Of course, she didn’t really feel that way. Guns naturally put her on edge, but her job essentially was to protect people. Not the clerk specifically, but the men and women within the soul society. Naturally, she couldn’t let the old geezer get harmed nor could she let these street vermin point such a crude weapon in her face so lightly. Miranda walked around the boyish woman, the bottle of vodka swaying gently with her steps. “If they intend to back up their words, they are more than welcome to try.”

[jimbureka]

Jim stood and waited for the man to punch in her purchases. She was still hungry, and growing ever conscious of the fact that she was standing beside the double- vision lady. She really didn't want to give any hint that she was aware that the woman was in some shroud form, or simply put in a gigai. She really just wanted to pass off as a normal reclusive youngster who was annoyed at the developments and not some tense Quincy realizing she's up close and personal with a supposed... well, enemy would be a strong word, but apparently her kind and Shinigamis don't really agree on how to deal with Hollows. To each their own, and Jim didn't really want to be dragged into the mud for inter-racial conflicts like that. She just didn't have the time or patience for those.

Unfortunately the old man wasn't paying attention to Jim, as the woman spoke to him. Some defense of sorts, based on context. Jim didn't really get to read the woman's lips but the way the old man reacted, it seemed like the man was not pleased of the woman's justification.

"You... are not from around here. I know that. But you will leave, and I am the one that stays. I will be the one who will suffer for your actions." The old man had a mix of anger, desperation, and helplessness, his already aged face adding more years at what's to come. "What would I have done? Give my money. They do this, all the time. You don't give them a reason to harass you or hurt you more. Money is no matter to me. No one gets hurt. They threat, yes, but now you stir the beasts and they will prowl and hunt. Emotional creatures like them will seek for blood for their wounded egos."

The old man paled even more at the challenge given by the silver haired woman, and immediately shook his head. "Please, no more. I do not want your help, I do not want you to try. I want you to leave."

Jim stood there, trapped as the woman walked around her, and the old man still didn't punch in her items. On another night she'd be annoyed, but right now, she's torn and concerned for the old man. She knew this neighboorhood, having moved here for her studies. And it's not one for those who like to play hero. This is why she tends to keep her head low and stay out of things. Little to no engagement the better. Just stay out of it.

The man stood his ground now, fear etched on his face. "Please lady, please go." In his nervousness clearly visible as he points his trembling finger towards the door. Jim felt so out of place and unsure what to do in this social situation and just stood there awkwardly, eyes down.

She just really wanted to eat something.

| A convenience store in Karakura Town. | → | The woman with a blue dress/shihakusho? and the old cashier man. | → | Self conscious, socially awkward and hungry. | → | Standing awkwardly waiting for the old cashier man to punch in her items. |

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[Miranda Frost]

The heart within her chest sank. Miranda truly believed in the good that she had committed, despite the depressing reaction by the two citizens here. She held her bottle at her side and nodded without a single word more to the old man and exited the storefront. No, it wouldn’t be feasible to convince them by words alone. By action alone she needed to teach them. The scum of the earth existed merely because many believe it is impossible. Miranda smiled as she stepped out into the street, her thumb popping the crisp seal of her bottle of vodka.

She took a swig and looked beside her towards the girl that kept mainly to herself. The girl cared for this part of town, this cozy town of hers. Such a thing warmed her convicted heart. Her own town was swarmed with dangerous drunkards and over-zealous cultists. The only way to be untouched by their influence was to exert yourself and keep them back. Hell, perhaps an example or two would need to be made. “Aye, when my time here is complete I will leave,” She gestured to her with her bottle before taking another swig. “But you have my word if they come back with bloody vengeance in their minds, I will persuade them otherwise.”

Her words echoed in her mind, however. ‘You will leave’, the girl had said. It was clear that she lived in this grand settlement, but who’s to say that Miranda wasn’t just visiting. Who’s to say she wasn’t just moving in and getting accustomed to the town? Miranda tapped the bottle’s opening against her lip. She sensed nothing from the girl. She turned her gaze to the frightened old man. Surely enough she felt the miniscule amount of spiritual energy he contained. “That makes sense”, she commented to herself. Even the weakest humans held a bit of spiritual power.

“How long do you think it’d take them to return, Ms….?”, She asked, trailing off as if asking for her name. No matter what at this point, she’d defend the shopkeeper. They had insulted Miranda and put the lives of innocents at risk. This was something she simple could not stand. Her heart burned hot in her chest, or that could be the booze’s warming fluid. “If they come seeking blood, they will have it.”

[jimbureka]

Jim didn't know how long she stood there, and at this point she didn't even bother to read any of their lips, much less care of the emotions that passed between the individuals. She just wanted her cup noodles. Because of this, she did not realize that the woman addressed her at some point, and in annoyance she grabbed the cup noodles from the cashier counter and almost ripped it open as she headed to the hot water dispenser area. She was hungry, damn the old man and the Shinigami for stalling. She just wanted to eat and go back to her motel room in peace.

The ignorance might be seen as her disapproving of the silver haired dame's actions, but at this point, she didn't care. She ripped the packet with her teeth and dumped the contents in her cup noodles. The old man turned his attention towards the mint haired girl for now as she grabbed chopsticks and swirled the cup impatiently, tapping her feet as she didn't even wait for the noodles to fully cook and began to take the still hot contents in. It hurt, it did, but screw it.

It took a full minute before she was left slurping on the soup, her pale face now with blotches of red from the heat before throwing the cup away (making a rather audible THUNK) and heading to the counter to shove a wad of cash.

The old man, realizing the delay his heated speech caused, quickly goes to transact in silence, punching in the other items and Jim slowly turns to the woman beside her. "Shini." She says, her voice heard for the first time. It was monotonous, flat, odd sounding the way it rolled off her mouth. She makes a gesture of her head towards the outside as she grabs her change, her pocky and liquor, not pausing to wait for the blue dressed woman to move with her.

Calling on the Shinigami and letting her know that she knew, was a bold move. But it was enough to get her attention. She wasn't too worried about the old man at this point and his fear that the cronies would come back for his store. Well, they would, but not after teaching that girl a lesson.

She basically painted a target on her own head. The humans here were petty, and the moment egos were bruised, they go after the source. Sure she's a Shinigami, but there's a fine line between using your abilities for Hollows versus bloodthirsty criminals who wanted your ass for showing them up.

As soon as the woman would follow her out, Jim would speak again. "You must... move. Soon." She speaks carefully, a strain on the syllables, the flat monotone and the pinched nasal sounds showing an obvious difficulty in speech. "Shini... can't hurt... humans. Yes?" She turns to eye the woman, waiting for the response. But it's not sure if she was getting any though; as sound of revved up cars were drawing closer, with animalistic howls heard. Of course Jim couldn't hear the engine roar of the incoming vehicle, but something was telling that whoever was heading that street was wild and feral, out for blood. The moment the car appears in front of the store, windows were rolled, guns were out, and there was an initiation of a drive-by shooting.

| A convenience store in Karakura Town. | → | The woman with a blue dress/shihakusho? and the old cashier man. | → | Angry-Hungry, then serious. | → | Eats, calls the Shini to warn her to get away from this place. |

[Miranda Frost]

“Shini”



It wasn’t long for the other girl to join Miranda outside the storefront. The word roused a curious raising of her eyebrow from Miranda. The girl was indeed spiritually aware and knew what she was. It was interesting really. The girl began to walk away but Miranda approached and kept up with her pace. If she held even the smallest amount of spiritual power it could explain why she wasn’t as much as phased by the event that occurred in the storefront. Interesting indeed.

Before Miranda could say anything the girl spoke again, her calm, monotone voice inquiring on her ability to hurt the hooligans that would no doubt return. Miranda’s slight grin faded. From her pocket she pulled a small wooden box of Gikon and deposited a small grey sphere into her palm. “I can, but it is not something I can take pride in doing.” Miranda answered with the shake of her head. She swallowed the piece of candy, ejecting herself from the Gigai. Immediately the Gigai snapped to attention and saluted the Shinigami that used it once before.

“Artificial Soul A-2469 reporting for Duty!”, the Gigai exclaimed, its discipline and demeanor as solid as a boulder. Miranda turned, running the black clawed gloves of hers through her hair. “Good. Seek cover and keep that body safe, I may need it later on.” She ordered before turning back around to rejoin the smaller girl. “And keep out of my booze.”

“Yes ma’am!” it replied before ducking back into a nearby alleyway with Miranda’s bottle of vodka in hand, all the while a car sped closer and closer, gunmen hoisting their guns out the window and shouting in such delinquent ways. “I believe I said to get lost.”, she growled under her breath, focusing her reiatsu beside her. Pulling reishi from the air around her she formed what could be seen as a saw blade. With a diameter of two feet and with jagged, serrated teeth, this construct was forged to match the same lethality these thugs wished to inflict on herself.


“Spin”, she commanded mentally, forcing the blade to take up a speedy rotation. Her steely eyes tracked the car as it sped closer and closer. Before the men could fire, Miranda sent a gift of her own, one the men within the vehicle could not detect nor comprehend. The saw blade rocketed forward aimed nearly flush with the side of the car. And continuing down the road before dissipating back into the air in which it came. The car rushed past the small girl and shinigami, splattering a streak of crimson over her face and uniform. Screams could be heard behind her.

On the road beside Miranda rolled a pair of hands still clenching to the crude weapons they wielded.

[jimbureka]

The woman followed Jim, which was no surprise as she did call her out to her true nature. Jim was also letting in that she knew what this woman was. Jim kept her face neutral, but her bluish green eyes had a twinge of distate for the woman admitting that Shinigamis like her would resort to hurting humans if needed. Even if it was something she never took pride in doing, to Jim, it's something that can be avoided as much as possible. But of course Jim never voiced this out, nor would she bother to as the woman got out of... herself? Jim jumped, taking a step back, and she saw the blue dressed woman separate from the shihakusho form and was taking orders. It was a strange thing to watch for Jim, having not encountered much of the Shinis and seeing an artificial soul for the first time. She looked at the woman, now in her true form, and saw her turn towards the streets.

The moment went in slow motion. The men in the car could not see the Shinigami, but only the Quincy. They did see the artificial form run off, to which they revved their car into high gear, ready to make the chase on the woman who tried to be a badass. What they didn't expect was some invisible force, not realizing a saw was coming towards the speeding vehicle. Then everything went fast. The car made a mad swerve to the side close to where the Shinigami and Jim was. Jim felt a splat of thick warm liquid on her face, and saw arms flying in different directions, causing bullets to fly as well, one or two hitting the glass door of the convenience store which shattered into bits. Jim ducked instinctively, watching as the Shinigami grabbed one of the hands and twirled it. The Quincy felt sick; she knew the men deserved it, but this much bloodshed, they had no match against the Shinigami.

The men continued to scream in their cars, the car crashed at the corner of the alleyway and stepping out, traumatized, pointing at the arm that was rolling in midair as they could not see the woman holding it. They did see Jim however, and began to scream, "THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO THEM, THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!!??" on repeat, like terrified sheep making repetitive sounds. The others that did not have their guns out the window stepped out of the car, guns pointed at Jim, the only possible culprit they could see. Jim, seeing this, gets up and makes a made dash towards the opposite direction.

The men who lost their arms were screaming bloody murder, not realizing their loss of blood was bringing them into shock, their souls leaving their body. Suddenly, there was a spark, and odd swirl of the scenery behind the car, something one would attribute to drunkeness when staring at it, and then it looked like the background scene was literally torn, revealing a tunnel of whirling, torrential energy. Then, a huge hand came out, grabbing the driver that stepped out of the car, who was immediately hoisted in the air as the creature whose hand was connected to came out from the odd swirl, and anyone could tell that this was one big bad Hollow.

| A convenience store in Karakura Town. | → | The woman with a blue dress/shihakusho? | → | Not too happy, shock, and alert. | → | Sees the Shinigami cut off the armed men's gun hands and runs off when they start focusing their attention on her, not yet noticing the Hollow that just ripped through the scene. |

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24 paragraphs for Miranda, so 240 TP earned!

29 for Jim, so 290 TP!

No winner, so no extra rewards!