Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2023 22:38:37 GMT -5
Gestalt had finished up his shift of dealing with yet more injured. Ever since the Hell invasion he'd been seeing more and more individuals show up. Turns out, there were hellions still hiding in the depths of the Rukongai as well as hollows and other darker individuals. Gestalt just whispered a prayer to God for the Rukongai. If even after an invasion from HELL there were still residents who wanted to do darker deeds, then he wasn't sure what would change them. Perhaps they did deserve the abyss of Hell. He couldn't say he truly believed that however and perhaps he just needed to find a way to reach them. Surely their humanity wasn't all gone, right? With a groan he shoved the thoughts to the back of his mind and took a deep breath. He had another task to go to and if he wasn't quick, he'd be late. Something even he didn't tolerate.
To make up for time lost Gestalt started running form Squad 4 to the 10th's barracks. I can only imagine this must be Miss Shindazu's idea. She comes by so frequently that I wouldn't be surprised if she's taking it upon herself to assist the 4th in her own way. Certainly, we could use some more combat training. Especially since we're mostly doctors and medics. Not exactly known for being the most combat focused, are we? He was about to lose himself in running when he swore, he heard a quiet yet ominous voice spring up in the back of his mind. "But you aren't like the rest. You know of combat. Perhaps if you embraced your past, you could assist the squad being combat capable?"
The small voice never spoke as he continued to run. However, he had to begrudgingly admit that it wasn't wrong. He did have combat experience. His body still itched for a fight, and he genuinely enjoyed it even still. But he had to be careful, he still had to atone. And his actions during the hell invasion weren't going to make him suddenly be free of his karmic debt. In fact, he actually feared he may have added more since he felt so inept during the invasion. Late to arrive. Too weak to save his superior as well as others. All he'd done was kill a few hellions, get injured, and then find himself back inside the Seireitei. At least now though, he'd managed to get a sword so that was something. He vaguely heard a voice calling to him, trying to get his attention. When he finally took note of where he was, Gestalt realized he had arrived at the barracks.
With a quick shake of his head, he focused back on those outside the entrance. One look at him and they'd already realized what squad he was from; he guessed the arm band with his squad's insignia would do that. Fast forward a few minutes and Gestalt was making his way to the training grounds, which were far bigger than he expected. He had to admit he was surprised. Inherently he understood why, they were the defense squad after all. But still, it was so much more than the training grounds at the 4th that it felt like their own was just a simple and unkept field. Instead of this where there were circles, pits, arena's all over the place. As he looked further, he didn't spot any other Squad 4 members. It honestly threw him off, wasn't that today's entire goal?
To anyone looking around Gestalt would stick out like a sore thumb. He still wore a grey stole; the cloth priests wore across their shoulders. Though his was wrapped around him like a scarf to ensure he wouldn't lose it by moving around too much. Not to mention on his right arm was a simple white band with his squad's insignia in black. It didn't help that he also wore a simple black bead necklace with a wooden cross on the end. And it was very obvious given Gestalt didn't hide his expressions that he was clearly confused. Likely searching for those participating in the group training session. All in all, very easy to spot and very obviously in need of help.
To make up for time lost Gestalt started running form Squad 4 to the 10th's barracks. I can only imagine this must be Miss Shindazu's idea. She comes by so frequently that I wouldn't be surprised if she's taking it upon herself to assist the 4th in her own way. Certainly, we could use some more combat training. Especially since we're mostly doctors and medics. Not exactly known for being the most combat focused, are we? He was about to lose himself in running when he swore, he heard a quiet yet ominous voice spring up in the back of his mind. "But you aren't like the rest. You know of combat. Perhaps if you embraced your past, you could assist the squad being combat capable?"
The small voice never spoke as he continued to run. However, he had to begrudgingly admit that it wasn't wrong. He did have combat experience. His body still itched for a fight, and he genuinely enjoyed it even still. But he had to be careful, he still had to atone. And his actions during the hell invasion weren't going to make him suddenly be free of his karmic debt. In fact, he actually feared he may have added more since he felt so inept during the invasion. Late to arrive. Too weak to save his superior as well as others. All he'd done was kill a few hellions, get injured, and then find himself back inside the Seireitei. At least now though, he'd managed to get a sword so that was something. He vaguely heard a voice calling to him, trying to get his attention. When he finally took note of where he was, Gestalt realized he had arrived at the barracks.
With a quick shake of his head, he focused back on those outside the entrance. One look at him and they'd already realized what squad he was from; he guessed the arm band with his squad's insignia would do that. Fast forward a few minutes and Gestalt was making his way to the training grounds, which were far bigger than he expected. He had to admit he was surprised. Inherently he understood why, they were the defense squad after all. But still, it was so much more than the training grounds at the 4th that it felt like their own was just a simple and unkept field. Instead of this where there were circles, pits, arena's all over the place. As he looked further, he didn't spot any other Squad 4 members. It honestly threw him off, wasn't that today's entire goal?
To anyone looking around Gestalt would stick out like a sore thumb. He still wore a grey stole; the cloth priests wore across their shoulders. Though his was wrapped around him like a scarf to ensure he wouldn't lose it by moving around too much. Not to mention on his right arm was a simple white band with his squad's insignia in black. It didn't help that he also wore a simple black bead necklace with a wooden cross on the end. And it was very obvious given Gestalt didn't hide his expressions that he was clearly confused. Likely searching for those participating in the group training session. All in all, very easy to spot and very obviously in need of help.
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{Stats and skills}
Current Stats:
Strength: 50
Speed: 125
RS: 50 (25)
SPPR: 200 (300)
Instinct: 50
Senses: 50 (25)
ES: 100 (150)
HE: 0
LA: 80
DA: 20
Current Skills: (14/15)
An Zam - 2
Calm Mind - 2
Pain Tolerance - 2
Anti-Stealth - 2
Acrobatics - 2
Damage Recovery - 2
Battle Analysis - 2
Current Stats:
Strength: 50
Speed: 125
RS: 50 (25)
SPPR: 200 (300)
Instinct: 50
Senses: 50 (25)
ES: 100 (150)
HE: 0
LA: 80
DA: 20
Current Skills: (14/15)
An Zam - 2
Calm Mind - 2
Pain Tolerance - 2
Anti-Stealth - 2
Acrobatics - 2
Damage Recovery - 2
Battle Analysis - 2