Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2023 19:45:53 GMT -5
It was the early hours of the morning in Karakura Town. The sun had yet to rise, but the darkness had already begun clearing up, a telltale sign that dawn was near. Soon, the city would slowly stir awake, and the citizens would go about yet another summer day. Another part of the population would be staying in bed until later, perhaps with their loved ones, perhaps because they were just lazy. And then, there was a last, smaller group that woke up earlier because it was a habit so deeply ingrained in their brains that they simply could not keep themselves from doing it, regardless of whether they needed to get up to work or not.
Danica Blaszyck belonged to that last group. Her hand flew from the bed towards the nightstand, turning it off five minutes before it could even go off, and she didn't waste any time in removing her covers and walking all the way to the shower, grabbing a towel with the same steel-like efficiency that she had displayed while in the czechian army. The entire process shouldn't have taken her more than thirty seconds between getting out of bed and turning on a stream of cold water, a proper morning routine for any worthwhile member of her squadron.
Or, at least, that was what she wanted to happen. Instead, when she went to jump off of bed, her body, like it had been these past days, felt sluggish, heavy, cumbersome. Her legs felt like they may give out if she was not careful, and her stamina was gone, reduced to atoms. Danny grit her teeth, uttering a curse that was becoming more and more common these days for her. "Kurva..." she hissed, doing her best to wake her body up and recover a degree of mobility before heading to the bathroom. Even in the summer heat, she did not sleep naked, instead wearing a white tank-top and a pair of shorts. Both were left on the floor to pick up later, instead of being folded with her usual diligence, because of her mental state. As she turned the lever and water started falling, she looked up to stare at the ceiling, letting the pleasant coldness spread through her body.
Why? She was not harmed. According to all her medicals, she should be perfectly healthy. But after the encounter with... whatever that monster was, she had gone from proud, accomplished warrior, to being physically weaker than a random civilian, all in spite of all her years of training. Her marksmanship and acrobatic ability, both of which had been honed to their utmost edge, were now a shadow of what they once had been. The czechian army had discharged her, asking her to return to a civil life. How could they have the nerve, after her squadron had been slaughtered by that creature? She was not crazy; she was just the only survivor.
Danny didn't take too long in the shower, but her long blond hair needed some time to dry. In the meantime, she made a quick list of all that needed to be done that day, from groceries to cleaning to... looking for a job. Every time she thought of how she was being pushed back into the civilian life, she could only feel sick. She was not made to stay quiet, working at a desk or behind a bar. She was supposed to be out in the field, doing something actually meaningful. But at the same time, her life sorely needed a structure that it now lacked, and thus, she saw herself desperately adhering to that paltry to do list, not so ready to live a normal, quiet life.
Cursing again, Danny slipped into casual clothes; a top, trousers and some boots, and got ready to leave her home. Of course, her handgun was always with her, in spite of whatever regulations the country had against them. The reinsertion program had of course provided her with one, and it was unbelievably simple to carry if you knew how to properly conceal. Going out in the open without a weapon made her feel naked, vulnerable, even more so in her current state. Before, she would've been able to manhandle most assailants, male or female, with her knowledge of close quarters combat. But now? Now she could barely lift a dumbbell. It was fucking embarrassing.
Danica stepped out of her apartment, quickly locking the door behind while ensuring nobody was out in the lobby to see her. As expected, there was not; her apartment block was mostly empty. Hidden in plain sight, it was the perfect cover, according to her former superiors. To her, it was nothing if not demeaning. What if her instincts dulled? What if she became vulnerable, weak? The mere thought of never truly recovering scared her to death, and that was something, considering very little had ever fazed her before.
Once Danny got to doing her chores, her trip to the stores in the Shopping District already set her slightly on edge. Again, Danny was not used to a civilian setting, not without a proper undercover role to play. She was now playing herself, and she was full on display. As she walked, her statuesque figure, golden locks and beautiful foreign features made quite a few heads turn, both male and female. She was well aware of her fitting the canonical standards of beauty to a T, but again, she was never out in the open if not for the sake of a mission. Normally, Danny would play the insightful business woman, the airheaded escort to a powerful target, or the femme fatale waiting in the club to take some information out of a mark. She was not used to be looked at while being herself, and that made her a bit conscious. In turn, she accelerated her pace, cursing under her breath once again.
Stay away from the battlefield, they had said. It would do wonders for her mental state, apparently. Well, her mental state was fine. What was not fine was her being... there, away from her true home. But alas, she had been kicked out, and other than the support offered by the army, she was mostly on her own, on the other side of the world. Why she had chosen Karakura, she could not tell at a glance. She had an inkling that it might have been the best place for answers, somewhere to start looking for the bastard that had slaughtered her unit. One day, she would put him to death herself.
Danny unconsciously clutched her dogtag.
"Nikdy nezapomenu", she muttered, giving herself some more determination. 'Never forget'.
{Stats and Skills}
| Stat | SP | Sealed | Release |
|---|---|---|---|
| Strength | 50 | 25 | 50 |
| Speed | 50 | 25 | 50 |
| Reiatsu Strength | 40 | 40 | 80 |
| Spiritual Pressure | 40 | 40 | 80 |
| Senses | 50 | 25 | 50 |
| Instinct | 50 | 25 | 50 |
| Energy Sensory | 0 | 0 | 0 |
| Healing Expertise | 0 | 0 | 0 |
| Light Aura | 50 | ||
| Dark Aura | 50 |
- Weapons - Firearms: 1
- Martial Arts - Krav Maga: 1
- Crafting: 1
- Acrobatics: 1
- Calm Mind: 1
- Lack of Fear: 1
- Battle Focus: 1
- [Cinematic] Driving - Motorbikes