Dressed in Moonlight [R / NDE] | Joint Training

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Training for TTP

Why did all the stupid shit have to happen to him? Luke worked, paid his bills, ate food and watched television just like every other person in the world. So why was it that all of the stupid ghost nonsense crap always had to happen to him? Why didn't he get a vacation from all that crap? It looked like it was just going to be another normal night. Luke closed down his store, counted all the money and locked it away, made sure all the lights were off and locked the door behind him. Just a twenty minute bike ride back to his apartment was all that was left. But noooo. Seems that instead of getting that bowl of udon that he'd been daydreaming about for the past hour he was instead going to have deal with some characters that were hungry for more things than noodles. Luke had been successful in dodging their first attack, what sixth sense he had cluing him quite easily when they decided to stop hiding themselves.

Two Hollows. Twin Hollows, actually. Both looked exactly the same aside from one having pink fur and the other having green. They both looked like SUV sized guinea pigs with beards and a tentacle coming out the top of their heads that ended in a nasty stabber. Lukes bike was the only victim here right now. Poor thing was crushed and bent something fierce from where the two had pounced on it, and was left to die alone along the side of the road. Luke stood there, sword bag tossed aside as he held his still sheathed Zanpakuto in his hand. "Susan...we hardly knew her." That annoying voice rang in Lukes head again, causing his eye to twitch a bit. For the last time the bikes name was not Susan. It didn't even HAVE a name! Luke snapped back, mentally, as the sword of sword dragging along scabbard could be heard as he drew his sword. "That's what makes it even sadder!" and like that Luke erected a mental wall in his head to block Jägers voice out.

"You know...today was actually pretty good. I woke up on time, my phone bill had been paid so I could actually use the thing. Had myself a good breakfast, lunch and was even going to have a good dinner. Maybe stay up another hour to watch some television too." Luke was beginning to rant as he started walking towards the two Hollows. "But nah, fuck that am I right? Naw, now I gotta deal with two fat fucking hamsters who couldn't leave me the hell alone! Which one of you had the bright idea to think 'hurhurhur how's about we go after the guy that looks like he's carryin a fuckin sword around and fuck his bike up!'" Luke ranted, and when he put one more step down both Hollows dashed off in opposite directions. "No fuckin way pinkie!" Luke shouted, deciding to chase after the pink one rather than the green one.

The Hollow hissed as Luke was, surprisingly, faster than it. There was a flash of metal reflecting street lights as he swung that Zanpakuto upwards, catching the Hollow between the neck and shoulder and drawing out a sliver of blood. With a pained hiss the creature retreated upwards using Air Ground and anime jumping to get away from the human attacking it. In order to try and keep Luke from pursuing it whipped that nasty head dangle at him. Now here was the weird part. Unless Luke was actually getting good at this ghost fighting thing and he was actually being able to clearly see the wet tendril lashing about, or this thing was just really shitty. Using airground himself, Luke was able to side step and out maneuver the lashes as they came at him. The Hollow let out a screech in fear as Luke wasn't stopped, and sure enough found that Zanpakuto lodged right into his mask. Removing his sword, the young man turned and scanned around for the second Hollow. "Where...did...Green Day go...?" Luke asked himself as he looked around.

His sixth sense finally kicked in at the last moment when he suddenly felt the Hollow behind him, and turning rewarded him the pleasure of watching his sword arm getting wrapped up in the other Hollows head tendril. "Ohgodewewitswet!" Luke shouted in disgust. "It's too lewd! I demand more!" Looks like that wall fell down during the fighting. Shut up Jäger! Luke mentally growled as he noticed the Hollow bouncing around to Lukes front, and then actually launching at him with mouth fully open. Luke was not about to be a earless rabbits meal. "Stupid shit!" Luke shouted as he swung his right leg up with all his strength, slamming it right into the Hollows chin and smashing its mouth shut. Luke felt that head tendrils hold on him loosen as a result of the Hollow getting stunned.

"Hraaaah!" Luke yelled as he swung his Zanpakuto horizontally from left to right, slicing through the head tendrils base and freeing him completely. The Hollow shouted in pain, before Luke ended it with a downward swing through the mask. He let out a exhale when it was all over, flicking his sword a few times to get the blood off of it. "Good...that's over. I'm feeling better now." Luke commented, resting his sword against his shoulder as he yawned. The reason that Luke worked so hard these past weeks, trained with the Shinigami Aevus and Yetsuna, was so that he could do this. So that he could defend himself against those evil things that came bumping in the night at Karakura. So far...it was working! Luke was now strong enough to take down the average Hollow that he saw maybe...rarely really. He didn't fight Hollows often, not that he actually wanted to.

Now what was he going to do with his bike? As Luke began to head over to what remained of the bent up mess, something hit his sixth sense. Luke blinked, before snapping around and looking up at the rooftop of a building across the street. "Keeeekekekeke." It laughed down at Luke. "Heh...did I stumble on the king of all rats?" Luke asked with a smirk as he stared up at the Hollow. Visually it was almost exactly the same as the Hollows Luke had just got done fighting with...but it was about as tall as a school bus and had boring brown fur."Keeekekee. I knew you were something...delicious. If you're able to handle my children, then surely you're something quite scrumptious indeed. But you smell...so odd. Not like any human I've ever came across." Luke blinked, making a tch sound.

There it was again. Something spiritual was claiming he wasn't human again. What did they mean by this? Luke was fucking human through and through. He frowned, moving his sword from his shoulder to being pointed downwards and behind his right leg. "You may refer to me as Mademoiselle, Capivara! Behold, and be amazed, at my beauty and power!" The Hollow sang out. "That's a lady? Apparently. Unfortunately for it.. Lukes eyes narrowed into a glare as he kicked off the earth and anime leapt towards the Hollow. "-I don't have a problem with hitting a lady!" Luke shouted as he swung his Zanpakuto from his hip to the side, trying to slash the Hollows Mask. But Mademoiselle Capivara was not having any of that it seems. She quickly back paced away from Luke, letting out a "How rude!" before smacking him in the face with her head appendage.

It was faster than the other Hollows, and was strong enough to send Luke spiraling downwards towards the road. Regaining himself, he quickly utilized Air Ground to stop his fall and leap right back up towards the roof. But, upon flying over the edge, he saw something disturbing. Like a cat puking up a hairball, Mademoiselle Capivara was puking up a mass of hair that was a different color than her f-She's puking up Mini-Me's Luke realized instantly, and also got that conclusion from the three other small, different colored, Hollow clones that stood around her. "Endless reproduction! My children fetch their mother her food and crawl right back inside mama. Feeding her and protecting her, like any good child should!" Mademoiselle Capivara laughed as her "children" rushed at Luke. Four on one was, certainly not a fair fight.

Luke found himself retreating across rooftops, having to react defensively to the little shit Hollows that were following him. Mademoiselle Capivara remained at a distance well outside Lukes range, watching and laughing as Luke danced around trying to not get shanked by four fucking furballs. "Load of stupid bullshit!" Luke snarled as he scored a kick on one of them, sending it bouncing backwards a bit. He leapt out of the way of one tendril lunge, scoring a cut in on the one that attacked him before having to jump to another empty rooftop. "Oh...oh what is the matter? Are you feeling tired? Stressed? Then let Mademoiselle Capivara embrace you...with her teeth ahahahahaa!" The Hollow laughed, causing its spawn to laugh as well.

"So whenever you're done..."

Yeah I know. Luke replied, reaching into his jeans backpocket and pulling out a small...matchbox? "Doesn't look like I've much choice do I?" Luke responded to seemingly nobody. But as he was about to say the magic words, he noticed something. The Hollows attentions had all turned from him and were...looking at something behind him? Luke blinked, and turned his own head to follow their gaze. Sure, the big ol' full moon was on display but what he did see made his eyes widen a bit.

[Schala Alexandria]

"This is Schala, Sector Nine has been nullified of Hollow activity. Over." In the wake of moon light, the Shinigami had rid her respected target area of Hollow activity. Covered in sweat and brief moments of panting, the woman began her cease in activities. Squad 10 has been sent out into Karakura Town to deal with the rise in Hollow activity. With the chaos of the escaped convicts massing into Karakura now gone, the Hollows went into frenzy. The fear of numerous Captains within the city and criminals fighting amongst themselves, they were free to roam around again and feed as they use to. Some of their kind were taking on a more aggressive routine than the others. She could only assume that their fasting only stirred their appetite when they were free to eat again.

As a result, her and the other Shinigami of her Squad were sent to control their activities. A fear that more souls would be lost to the Hollows Schala volunteered to assist in the operation. It wasn't something that was foreign to her or her team, just simple business as always. Unfortunately for her, the Zanpakuto that the others posses was something she lacked. Something that all Shinigami were capable of producing after a certain point in time. This was an indication that they were developing themselves into a proper Shinigami. Each member of her party had already developed their Zanpakuto, yet, she hasn't. That was the depressing fact. And made her job much more difficult.

Two Hollows who had their skulls bashed into. Thus far she stuck with her training Rapier. It's lightweight material made handling smooth. The metal used in its forging made sure that it wouldn't break as long as she wasn't reckless with it. Its pointed tip still made well for stabbing and thrusting motions. Overall, it was a swell weapon to use. However, when the time came for a real confrontation with a foe who was proficient at what they do, then that is when the need for her to use a Zanpakuto would have been useful. For now, the weapon would suffice.

Off to the side a Hell Butterfly fluttered. It carried with it a message: "Schala, we have just received news that more Hollows have manifested in your area. Please investigate and terminate if necessary. Take the messenger with you and send it should you require aid." Meaning that the others were too busy dealing with their own targets. Not an issue. Schala could improve a bit more in terms of skill. There will be moments in her service that she will encounter impossible odds. This would be used for better preparation. And so she did. With her weapon holstered the woman proceeded towards the indicated area.

The roof tops were the easiest means of transportation. Other than that she didn't really know how to move about the city. Senkaimon gates was another means of transport, but that would take too long, and they were inaccurate at times. Schala believed a small stroll would do her some good to catch her breath. Her robes did help to pacify her heated body in terms of breathing. Her thighs were partially exposed as her arms were left sleeveless. Just another Hollow to purify to bring home to Soul Society. Another soul to save. That is what the woman thought of. That was her duty to Soul Society, and much more, to those that were suffering. Schala was a Princess to that of a Royal Family, and she wanted to help people. What better way to do so then insuring that their souls can find peace. Even in death, she could still serve.

She felt it, or rather them. Standing over the ledge stood Schala. Her trained eyes locked onto the struggle that was beneath her position. Schala couldn't mark the details as to their numbers specifically, though the situation was clear. Beyond her sight did a single man test his might against those of who donned the white masks. Four on one, terrible odds for a single person to face alone. However, the tides slowly shift towards the single once the woman stepped towards the ledge. A descent beyond the buildings vast wall and into the moonlight.

Weapon drawn, twisting her hips, the Shinigami twirled down into that of a miniature tempest turn towards the small bunch. The rotation was fluid. Schala drove the tip of her rapier upon the leading Hollow's position. Certain that the Hollow would dodge was the purpose of her ploit. A means of providing a clearing space between the two parties by the small crater left behind in her landing. Some breathing room for both Schala and the man who faced against the Hollows. Although she didn't know who the man was, it was certain that he didn't partake of their group, nor that of the Shinigami. However, the weapon he possessed resembled that of a Zanpakuto. Was he a Shinigami Agent of some sort? She would soon find out.

Rapier whipped about to the woman's side as the stuttering in her legs slowly dissipated. The impact of the landing caused her weapon to splinter to its core. Something that she forgot to take into account when entering the fray. Her pose remained on guard, shifting her stance slowly with her main foot taking the lead. Her weapon directed toward the small group of Hollows. Eyes stern and draw to their movements. She was ready to fight.

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"Is that the fat cow?" Jäger asked as Luke locked his eyes on the woman who had appeared. From the way she was dressed it didn't take Luke long to figure out just what she was and actually felt some relief. Fighting a shit ton of Hollows all by yourself? Good way to fix the win lose ratio was to add a Shinigami to your team. No...that's not Yetsuna. Luke replied back, blinking with surprise at the fact that he didn't recognize this particular Shinigami. Her entrance was certainly something, even to impress Luke and produce a growling groan from the overgrown guinea pig Hollow that he had been fighting alone a moment prior. "Hey! This one's really pretty! You think she'd let you sniff her hair?" Her introductory attack certainly caused the dwarf version of the primary Hollow to retreat, just as Schala had planned. S-H-I-N-I-G-A-M-I!! Disgusting! Ugly! Contemptuous whore! Always interrupting my dinner! A lady my size must eat often and you're kind always feels a need to rudely interrupt my meals!" Mademoiselle Capivara screamed at Schala, producing a series of threatening growls from her spawn.

"Sheesh. All my work and she just laughs at me. You're here not even a minute and got her screaming. What's your secret?" Luke asked Schala as he approached from behind her with a joking tone. The young man positioned himself beside her, readying his own blade as he let his gaze drift over to the blonde haired woman. "Thanks though. I know it was none of your business but I appreciate the save." Luke commented with a short smile, before his typical battle face and frown took over again as he brought his attention back to Mademoiselle Capivara and her regrouping Hollow spawns. The Hollow certainly didn't look happy. Her fur was standing up, her head tendril thing was wiping about, and she was digging her talons into the rooftop she stood on.

"Mmmgh...tchk...gerkgerk...grah! No matter! It is no big deal! I don't mind a little exercise! I could certainly lose some weight! Must maintain my beautiful form!" Mademoiselle Capivara laughed, prompting a deeper frown from Luke. Was this thing serious? If Luke wasn't actually fighting this thing and it wasn't trying to kill him he might have just laughed at it. "Oh! You'll want to know that the big rats power is being able to barf up those little ones." Luke explained, motioning his head over towards the four little clones, "She called it endless reproduction or something along those lines. They're not that tough on their own, but I'm sure you saw them all ganging up on me." Luke explained, turning his attention to one of the little dwarves that was beginning to try and circle around the two.

"Hey wait! You don't think I noticed the fact I got blue balled? You can't just be about to let me out to have some fun and then just stop when some cute girl shows up!" Jäger complained. Luke was hoping that the entity didn't notice that that was what happened. Oh yes I can. But don't worry "buddy" I'll keep you in mind if things go south. Luke replied back, which didn't seem to improve Jäger mood. "Not cool man, not cool. I'll go back to playing skeeball then." With that out of the way, Luke began to put some weight onto his right foot. Hopefully this new Shinigami would be able to play along with him. Four baby Hollows? Two of them? Two on two? She better be able to get the plan. With that Luke dashed forward, heading for the two Hollows on his right.

They let out little skrees of surprise; the one that Luke was heading for bunched its head tendril up tightly like a spring before launching it at the human. Luke quickly danced to his right, letting the sharp tip of the tendril fly right by him before swinging his Zanpakuto upwards. There was a satisfying feeling of impact followed by the disgusting sound of a wet tentacle getting cut through, followed by a screech of pain from the small rodent. Luke didn't get the opportunity to pursue the injured Hollow however, as the other one that was nearby swung its tendril downwards at Luke to stab him through the head! Luke quickly backtracked, bouncing backwards as that spike stabbed itself into the rooftop with enough force to leave some cracks. Luke whistled. Don't wanna get hit by that! He commented mentally, before watching as that tendril began to tense up. Following it to the Hollow, he saw it pulling itself back almost like a kid did with a slingshot, right before letting go of the roof and letting itself fly like Luke guessed.

The young man jumped upwards, his hand touching the Hollows head for a moment as it sailed beneath his spread out legs. It came to a land beside its brother, which presented Luke an opportunity and an idea. Twisting his upper body, Luke would land facing towards them and quickly sheath his sword. Holding the sword tightly closed, Luke focused his spiritual energy into the sheath quickly while the two little Hollows seemed to...argue? They weren't happy being bonked into one another. Stupid little creatures. But their bickering gave Luke enough time. "Chew on this!" Luke shouted, drawing his sword with one fluid movement. When the sword was drawn there was a blue light following the weapon. The blade, the interior of the sheath, the path that the sword travelled were all illuminated in this blue light. From the sword flew free a wave of spiritual energy, causing the Hollows to scream and squeal in terror before both were consumed by the light and exploding.

"Oh that's right I forgot you can do that!" Jäger commented rather loudly. Yeah so do I sometimes. "And here I thought you were watching anime just to be some sweaty basement dweller. You were looking for attack ideas weren't you?" Luke chose not to answer that, gazing over to see how his Shinigami acquaintance was doing before looking over at the big rat queen herself.

[Schala Alexandria]

OOC: Apologies, training for CTP.

Schala's legs ached. Her landing could have been better, but she couldn't argue with the result. Her primary goal was to separate the Hollows from the man, creating a mutual space between the two parties, and to redraw the battle line for both the man and Schala to engage the Hollows. The woman was slow on her feet. Cringing, the Shinigami posed back into form, whipping her Rapier parallel to her shoulder once more as her body leaned back onto her favored foot. Her eyes keen on the Hollow that stood before her. Its cries filled the rooftop with senseless banter. This one was intelligent. Hollows that reached a particularly level of understanding meant that they were not of the typical bunch. They were significantly stronger. Well versed to their body's motions and capabilities. This meant that they were all the more confident and expressive, more in tuned to their natural aggression to their dark nature.

From behind the man spoke. His presence differed to that of an average Shinigami. Strange. Though it wasn't what she'd expect, it was greatly appreciated. And his remark stumped the nail on the head as to the Hollow's source of discontent. Their two races were natural born enemies, one that sought their destruction, while the other sought to cleanse. Both resulted in the same course of action, destruction of the other, but the results were different. Schala knew of this, and only drove her to complete her mission as per her orders. And though she wasn't too keen with operating with an individual she recently met, when comparing to her current abilities, she would be willing to accept. "Well, it certainly isn't a difficult query to answer considering our positions." Her giggle was soft, but still full of muse considering their history.

Her new found companion managed to give a brief analysis of the Hollow's capabilities, at least to what was known from his encounter with it. Meaning that the creature still had secrets that could be potentially harmful if they were not cautious with their engagement. As Schala's eyes scanned the horizon of the group, the man took point, engaging the two on their right. She saw what the man had in mind, yet, Schala peeled away, turning her attention towards the two flanking the pair. While Luke went to handle the first pair, Schala kept the other two at bay. Intercepting the two with single joust, the Hollows reeled back in fear of what was a fake Zanpakuto. Although its make was similar to that of an actual blade, the weapon itself served as a practice weapon to prepare the woman for what was to come. In other words, it lacked the piercing power of an actual edged weapon.

The Rapier had a dull edge, though with enough pressure applied from the butt, it had the potential to pierce sensitive tissue. The first Hollow whisked its head tail over head fluently before lashing it out to the woman as a whip. Schala's eyes weren't precise, so the Shinigami kept moving about. She followed the whips movements, analyzing the tension of its muscles move about when lashing towards her. Its inevitable arch that led into its initiation attack was obvious. Schala waited until its motion was carried out before closing the distance between the two. Its very action caused the Hollow to remain station, restricted of movement while it struck. And following its attack motion, Schala pulled into its tendril then under, digging her the point of her weapon into its eye socket. A soft pop was heard shortly after, followed by a single howling cry.

The minion snarled, jerking its head back, and to the sides at the lost of a single organ. The utter shock and pain that derived from the puncture wound drove the creature back, retreating a few moments. All the more time to have its sibling close the distance and bite down onto the woman. Schala's eyes widen, not because it was believed she was caught off guard, but to widen her perception of her surroundings. Thus, enabling the woman to dart away to the side to avoid the Hollows bite, and closer to its wounded sibling. Up and over, the Shinigami leaped over the wrangling tendril to avoid being tripped. The beast still lashing about within its immediate area frantically as it pieced together what vision it had left from its other eye. While avoiding the tentacle, its brother snapped at the woman's body as it followed her movements.

Another snap to her side, the Hollow's jaws ripped open once more to follow up with its previous attack. Schala whisked herself beneath the whisked herself beneath the lashing tendril, thrusting her Rapier through the slender appendage and into the roof of the Hollow's mouth. Both Hollows cried out in shrieking pain as her blade penetrated through their layers of dedicate flesh. And although Schala met with success, the strain of piercing flesh caused her weakened weapon to break along its splintering creases. Buried in flexible muscles such as the tendril caused the blade be to be trapped, and with its tip stuck into the second Hollow's upper jaw, there was no mean in preventing the blade to snap into two at its center. All the woman had to work with was a Rapier butt, and a few centimeters worth of a broken blade. All she could do was watch the two Hollows stuck to each, slowly ripping away at the source that pinned the two together.

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Schala wouldn't have to worry about the possibility of the two little minions she had shiskebobed together pulling apart and continuing their assault against her. Luke, having already finished up his own little set of trouble makers, decided to take care of the ones his new acquaintance had essentially crippled at the loss of her weapon. A blast of spirit energy, originating from an extended arm and open palm, slammed itself into the pair of furballs before exploding. The blast consumed the critters with ease, vaporizing them into nothing more than black dust. Luke smirked a little as he pulled his hand back to look at his palm for a moment. God he loved that technique. But his smirk quickly vanished, however, when he looked at the woman he fought along side with. She lost her weapon during that confrontation...so what was she going to do now?

As Luke began to approach Schala from her back right, his attention was drawn towards the retching sounds of a Hollow that sounded like it was trying to force a shit out. "How...how could you...how could you kill my beloved children! Monsters! Degenerates! Bastard and whore!" Mademoiselle Capivara screeched out, ripping chunks of the roof she stood on out in anger. Seems that the two really did make her mad. It was almost humorous honestly. Alone she had nearly overtaken him before he had prepared to let out his secret weapon, only for an unknown Shinigami to swoop in and help him clean up the mess, and now the fat gerbil was beginning to understand just what it felt like to be surrounded by things both stronger, and in greater numbers, than her.

"If you didn't want us taking out your 'kids' maybe you shouldn't have thrown them at us. We're not their food you sorry excuse of a fuckin' mother." Luke spat back, getting a "How dare you!" Back from Mademoiselle Capivara as Luke stepped between the Hollow and Schala. Under his breath, loud enough for his new acquaintance to hear and for the Hollow to not, Luke asked her "Can you still fight without a weapon?" This lady didn't give off the same pressure and presence that Aevus and Yetsuna had, instead she was a lot more like that red headed Shinigami he met the same night he met Aevus. Granted she didn't feel as weak as Senshi did, but it was obvious to him that Schala was not as powerful as neither of his two Shinigami friends or even himself.

If she couldn't fight without that weapon of hers, then they could have problems. Well, in all honesty, Luke was sure that he could actually handle this Hollow by himself. Only reason he was about to call on his Doll was because getting ganged on sucked, and if he had slipped up it could have ended disastrously. With a strong shove Luke pressed his own Zanpakuto into the roof, his brown eyes locked onto Schala for a moment before he let go of his sword, letting it remain standing. "I should be able to finish it...but if you need a weapon then there." Luke explained, turning his attention back to the growling Hollow. He would be fine without the sword. He was much better, and more experienced, with punching things. "I'm too stupid to use a sword correctly anyways." Luke joked, stepping away from Schala as he cracked his knuckles.

"Do you think yourself so strong that you won't need that sword? Are you looking down on Mademoiselle Capivara!?" The female Hollow screeched out in anger. "Little bastard! I'll eat you and that whore!" With that she let out a coughing noise as if to begin producing her spawn again. But Luke, having seen it already, knew better than to let her do that. He suddenly vanished from the Hollows perspective, utilizing his Step Technique Movement, and reappeared right in front of her with his right arm cocked back. They said if you break the mask the Hollow dies! So I'll hit her in her stupid face! Luke resolved, his spirit energy gathering itself into his fist in preparation of a explosive result.

Mademoiselle Capivara, however, wasn't as stupid as Luke gave her. Honestly, between everyone there, it was only Schala who really understood just what it meant for a Hollow to have a strong personality. Luke was a novice. Sure, the dumbass had a hell of a lot of potential and a decent amount of power (enough to deal with Hollows about as smart as he was) but he had never actually handled a well developed Hollow before. Mademoiselle Capivara leapt backwards, swinging her head tendril down and slapping Luke on the shoulder, causing him trip in his attack and slam his fist into the roof. The result? Well, because Luke had been using Shotgun Fist to hopefully try and end this fight quickly it caused the roof beneath him, to literally, explode. "W-w-WHAAAAAAAGH!" He shouted as he fell, surprised, into the hole he created. Following that was the sound of splashing water and a woman's scream.

Letting out a cackling laughter, Mademoiselle Capivara leapt up into the air above the rooftop. "I shall end your life in a blaze of glory befitting my beauty!" She cried out, the tip of her tendril suddenly opening itself up like a fleshy, wet, flower. Reiatsu began gathering in the empty air between the fleshy tendrils, producing a strong pink light. Luke, looking up from the bathtub he had fallen into, asked "The hells that?" before Mademoiselle Capivara announced " Mademoiselle Capivara's Beautiful, Stupendous, Wonderful, Cero!" He could feel the energy behind it. He could feel just how much damage that would do if it hit. Quickly Luke aimed his hand, shaped like a finger gun, at the Hollow as his own spirit energy gathered itself into his index finger.

There was a boom as the Hollow fired her Cero at the young man, before he let out his own yell and fired his own spirit attack. A ball like blast of energy exploded from his finger tip, slamming itself into the beam produced by the Hollow in a glorious lightshow of conflicted colors and sparks. But, surprisingly, the dumbass in the bathtubs attack was just a bit stronger. The ball punched through the beam, and ended up doing the same thing to the Hollows right shoulder when she tried to move her head from getting hit by the blast. Her severed, furry, arm plummeted itself downwards onto the rooftop.

Mademoiselle Capivara screamed out in pain, clutching at her bloody stump before dashing away with air ground, trying to head deeper into the city. Luke let out a sigh, happy to see his attack worked; dipped his head backwards but forgot he was in a tub so he ended up getting water up his nose. Letting out some hacking coughs he bounced his head back up and rubbed his wet head. "Why am I in a tub..?" "Why are you still in the tub?" Jäger questioned, Luke leaping up out of the hole in the roof just as the grandmas whose bath he ruined came wobbling in with something to hit him with.

[Schala Alexandria]

She shouldn't have applied too much pressure during her entry into the skirmish. The Shinigami's opening move onto the field applied too much strain into the weapon's core. Despite its craftsmanship when a Shinigami operates without their Zanpakuto, or rather an item or object that lacks a bond with its wielder, is bound to break in a matter of time. She had to be thankful that despite it being a practice weapon, it managed to withstand her clumsiness while retraining her body back to its upmost potential. Currently, her standing is of that of an ordinary human girl. Although her flexibility is nearly the same, operating with a spiritual body is different than flesh and blood. Thus, when applying spiritual pressure and physical strength during combat the girl lacks self control.

Schala's muscles work fluently as they did during her time back home, but now there is more energy swelling inside. A strength in which she isn't accustom to yet. This was another reason why she joined the squad as she did, in order to better understand herself and her new environment. Back then, with Siegfried, she only scratched the surface of her own understanding. She wasn't at the level of the other Shinigami, she did not awaken her Zanpakuto. At least, not like her associate did. A Zanpakuto that burned blue. It easily dispatched the two minor Hollows that she was caring for, but... there was something that she considered to be "foreign" to her.

Based on appearances the weapon took on the form of Zanpakuto, more or less an awakened form. But it wasn't the same. Or perhaps it was if the two were in sync of each other. But what would Schala know about it since she lacked her own Zanpakuto, let alone possessing an awakened blade. Her understanding of Zanpakuto was limited for the time being, but perhaps fighting with one would help with it. The man offered his blade to her as her own remained in shambles. Looking at their current predicament it was the best choice of action. Schala never was one to hold others back, and always strove for the best. So, why would she decline accepting his blad..... "Are you so unsure of your own ability that you would give up before trying?"

A voice called out. Just like before with her time against the Seated Officer, Shin. No matter which direction she turned it was only the man and the Hollow that lingered. There was no other. Just then, she noticed it. Her fingers wouldn't close to grasp the blade's hilt. Regardless of how much she willed her trembling fingers to still, they wouldn't listen to her. Her own body was refusing the accept the blade. "This blade is lacks a heart. It lacks a soul. It has no voice to it. Thus, it will only taint what and who you are altogether. It is a power that you do not require. As you should know, you already posses the power to fight." She.. she does? "Yes, merely reach down and grasp it." The voice echoed through the depths of her mind.

Who was it that was speaking to her? The voice carried strength with it. Though it eluded her grasp it continued to swell inside her. Like the wind that coursed over the roof top with them she could feel it around her. Her hand withdrew, and with it, her decline of the man's offer. This was something that Schala felt strongly about. This was her resolve as a Shinigami and as an individual. It wasn't that she couldn't accept the man's gesture of aid, it merely represented as a stance in Schala able to care for herself. And thus, she took action without looking back at the blade. Already the man was ahead of her, taking affirmative action against the mother. A minor squabble between the two take had the man fall into the building beneath them. And although it seemed that he was at a disadvantage he managed to handle himself.

Just as Schala was approaching the Hollow, it spew chunks of its own blood. Its quick analysis over its injuries called for a hasty retreat, but the Shinigami couldn't allow it. It scampered away, leaving the two behind. Schala gave chase after confirming that the man was alright. After, the Shinigami pursued the Hollow. Its cocky attitude and flustered outbursts meant that it would strike immediately as soon as she got close. Over the ledge she followed nearing the end of the block. Schala steadily closed the gap between them. And seeing that the cross roads had a much wider gap to close the Hollow turned to face her pursuer.

"WHORE!" she cried out, her mouth creeping open to spawn two of her miniatures to face the Shinigami. Schala was only about to land onto the parallel rooftop before the creature brought reinforcements to aid her. Between the time of her landing and the two about to lung at her, the Shinigami only saw a means to maneuver. The woman's slender fingers met with the Critter's nose, dropping her elbow into its ridge to cause the woman to roll over its scalp. The brief adjustment in her body weight gave the woman the leverage to avoid the Hollow's fangs, only to result in leaving the two behind to face against their mother. On her knees Schala gazed at her sides, waiting to see which of the three made the preemptive strike.

"It is time TO EAT MY LOVELIES" the mother decreed as the trio surrounded the Shinigami. But Schala seemed almost.. relaxed. What would have been a dire situation for a recent graduate from the Academy, the woman remained calm. For she knew that she wasn't alone. "For we fight as one." she recalled her previous experience with the voice, holding out her arm. And as if her words triggered the beasts, the Hollow rushed, charging into a favorable situation for them. Their blind perception neglected the fact that the woman wasn't fighting with her true weapon, that it had not been awakened. But now, with the serene light of the soul, did a cylinder sprout forth from the woman's chest. Her soul, her spirit called out for what resided within, molding it into the very weapon that she required to fight. The beasts eyes were enveloped by its pure white light never noticing that the woman already took hold of her weapon, and swirled her blade around her immediate area at their faces.

Shrieks of pain engulfed the air as the Hollows withdrew as quickly as they charged, finding deep lacerates across their faces. Schala struck from the ground up, narrowly avoiding their combined jaws, using her Zanpakuto's tip to force their lower jaws to collide with the roof of their mouths. The Hollows remained within the moments awe as the woman's blade reflected the light of the moon along its slender edge.

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Sorry for the wait. Writers block for this one has finally been broken through

"Bwahahaha! Ahahaha!!" Luke could have sworn he felt his head splitting apart with that obnoxious laughter ripping through his thoughts. You shut up right now! This isn't funny at ALL! Luke mentally shouted back, looking at the bath water soaked money falling apart in his hand. "Hah haha hah looks like its crackers and ramen for you for the next two weeks!" Jäger mocked, further adding fuel to Luke's ever growing buttmad fire. This was all that damn Hollows fault. Like a scene straight out of an anime, Luke turned to his sword with so much frustration that he wouldn't be surprised if steam was coming out of his mouth between sharp teeth.

Rushing forward and grabbing onto his sword, Luke expanded his Energy Sensory to see if he could pick up on the Shinigami and the Hollow. Certainly wasn't hard to detect them, and they weren't far away either. Sheathing his Zanpakuto, Luke made a running dash for the rooftop. Leaping into the air with spirit energy propelled legs he almost flew as he landed on the rooftop of the building across the street. When he found that overgrown furball he was going to tear its head clean off with his bare hands. But something he didn't think about was why Schala didn't take his sword. Seems he underestimated her.

Mademoiselle Capivara frothed with rage. Not only was she in mind numbing pain, but watching Schala manhandle her children with such ease was adding to the anger. "Preposterous! Where did you get that sword from!?" The Hollow questioned with a bark. She thrashed her head tendril back and forth further displaying the anger she was consumed in. As if spoken to mentally, the two children that Schala had been facing suddenly leapt back, each landing on a different side of Mademoiselle Capivara. One landed upon the windows of a office building, while the other came down upon the roof of a parked car setting off its alarm. Both of them then opened their mouths and began producing a light from within those dark maws. Their mother lifted her own tendril up into the air as a ball of energy of the same light began to be produced a few inches from the tip in empty space.

Ceros. It seemed that her offspring could use Ceros just like the mother could. With a distraught yell Mademoiselle Capivara fired off a sizable blast of reiatsu straight at Schala, this time without calling out some obnoxious name, as well as her two children. Though their beams were much smaller in size, it was obvious that taking three Ceros wouldn't do Schala any good. The Hollows made the assumption that their beams must have hit her when the road exploded from the impact, creating a smokescreen of dust and raining debris. But she wasn't done. No not at all. With another stressed yell they let out another round of Ceros, and then another, and then another.

The cloud of dust continued to grow. The roads damages continued to expand. In her rage and frustration, Mademoiselle Capivara had produced two more offspring that also joined the firing range. Street sided buildings became damaged as the entire block became consumed in Cero shots. Mademoiselle Capivara swept her tendril across the air, causing her beam to sweep horizontally from one end of the street to the other. But it seemed as though all this effort, child producing, and Cero spam was finally taking a toll on her. The bleeding from her stump was getting worse. Sweat dripped from her mask. Drool escaped from her mouth, pooling and mixing with blood and sweat at her feet. Her tendril even looked...shriveled? Finally the firing stopped, and her tendril fell limp onto the road. Panting she turned to one of her nearby offspring before pouncing on it with what strength she had, effortlessly consuming it and seemingly giving her back some of her breath. "One of you...check for the body and bring it to mama." She said, obviously still weak from all that energy spent.

[Schala Alexandria]

Its shape was different from the other blades that she used in the past. Different from the other Shinigami that she served along side with. This was... her Zanpakuto. The life that flowed through its steeled edge was different from when wielding her practice Rapier. Aside from it being made with the average steel material, the flow of life was ever so present. She felt it through the tips of her fingers as she made contact with it. Every inch pulsed as if it had a heart of its own. Every inch felt warm. She could feel the very difference within its core. Unlike before, the spiritual steel resonated with her own reiatsu. She could feel it all. The blade itself felt like a part of her. The Zanpakuto felt natural.

Better than her previous weapon, the small Rapier whisked back from the mouth of the Hollows as did her body. The blade was steady, different and yet familiar. She was no master of the blade just yet, but it proved to be a good beginning in building a strong bond with it. Weapon and Master. Partners. Comrades. This was the bond she had with her Zanpakuto at the time. Soon she would have to push further than that. Her own understanding as to what Zanpakuto was, is, was what strengthened the woman to the extent in which more experienced Shinigami only knew of. This was but the first step on the long road ahead of her. She had to trust in the voice that spoke to her. That same voice that encouraged her to find strength within. To trust in herself rather than learning to rely on others. No. Perhaps that was the wrong way of thinking.

Perhaps the lesson was to find strength within before being able to rely on those around her. She must find strength within herself first. For that was where her power resided. Because, in order to help others she first must help herself. She didn't know. She had to know. But, that would come over time. And with every experience that she would endure would only serve to help her to achieve that understanding. The two creatures peeled away just as the Shinigami did. The space created between the two gave Schala enough time to react as to what was to come. Yet, the cover that was required fell short as to what was expected. Down on the street below the woman saw the pair returning to their mother's side. And it was from them that came the trio of red light.

With a loud hum the three took in the colors of the world, leaving only the shroud of darkness to come her surroundings. That shroud only made it more apparent as to the technique that the Hollows were conjuring from within. The reiatsu required was comparable to the light being emitted. "Cero." Cero, the signature technique in which Hollows learn to devastate both prey and foe alike. A concentrated flow of reiatsu that is released from the Hollow in a powerful beam of destruction. How strong it was Schala didn't know. All that was known was to avoid it at all costs. But, she couldn't take cover. Schala had to remain mobile. She couldn't stay in a single location. Her feet pounded the floor with scurrying steps. As quickly as they could move the Shinigami raced off the edge of the roof top, and onto the streets.

A foolish on her part as the Ceros were keen on her presence. A corner section of the building would have been destroyed rather than the entire structure. This did include portions of the paralleled buildings adjacent to her as well. Coming down from an elevated position made her an open target, but pushing away from another structure was what gave her the leverage necessary to adjust her landing. Another volley came shortly after. This time, the volley struck the pavement that the woman darted across. Although narrowly missing her the explosive force behind it forced the woman off her feet. Schala felt her sections of exposed skin scrap against the floor. Brittle pieces of rock and Earth scratched her flesh along side her arm and palm before managing to tumbling back to her feet. She was wobbling, dizzy from the sudden shock of the blast.

She had to remain on the road less the damage to the area be great. There was also the possibility of human casualties. Humans who may have been using the buildings as homes, or perhaps someone was still in them. Schala didn't know. The Shinigami could turn around and charge at the Hollows to engage them in close quarters. However, even with the man fighting alongside her, Schala's own abilities wouldn't be a match for them. Against two of the Hollow's children she may have a chance, but against all three, never. Their size alone was to be considered when judging their physical strength. A single blow from them would mean that she would sustain heavy injuries. Not only that, but the constant use of Ceros kept her away. Using Shunpo would close the distance, yet when looking into their discharge Schala wouldn't be able to find an opening. Not with her current speed and analyzing skills.

That was Schala's weakness. Her lack in understanding and training was what limited her capabilities for the time being. She had to be careful while conducting herself in a manner that would limit destruction to the area. Case and point, the next volley of reiatsu crashed closely to her location. To be more precise, the discharged reiatsu impacted beside the girl's footing. The sudden explosion caused the woman's body to frail about, pushing it through the stern brick way paralleled to her. She struggled to move, finding no comfort in the rubble that acted as her nest. Her right arm was burned, along with much of her right side. The irritated skin pulsed, sensitive to the chill of the air. She could still feel the numbness along her backside, a good sign stating that she was alive.

The faint veil of the dust kept her position, and much of her perception covered. This meant that visually locating her would prove difficult. Still, her very condition was crucial. It would be a few minutes before the woman could recover from her condition. She kept quiet. She only required a few minutes to regain her composure and fortitude to continue on. But she heard them. The Hollows were close to her. She kept quiet, forcing the pain down into the pit of her stomach. She only needed some time.

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"Find her! Find her and bring her to mother. I want her flesh! I want her soul!" The Hollow, though having burned through more than half its stamina and reiatsu, barked at her children. Turning forward to face the destruction she had caused, Mademoiselle Capivara let out a slobbery laughter. She had won. There was a zero percent chance probability of that Shinigami bitch surviving all of that. "Inept and stupid creature. Shinigami should know their place. They are little more than food for us." Mademoiselle Capivara gloated, stepping forward to assist, at least in part, with the hunt for Schala's corpse. She was hungry. Starving. Ravenous. Feeding on her children did little to satisfy the craving. In fact it only seemed to worsen it.

But Mademoiselle Capivara and her offspring suddenly stopped their advancement. Her jaws clenched together as foam escaped between her teeth. Anger. Fury. Hatred. All of those painted themselves on her face. Her hair began standing up all over her body. It was like she was trying to fire Ceros from her eyes at the young man standing between them and the destruction they had caused. But he wasn't looking at them. He was looking at a specific portion of the destruction the Hollows had caused. While the Hollows themselves were blind when it came to Energy Sensing, Luke himself had a bead on Schala's reiatsu. She was still alive, though he couldn't comment on how she was doing physically. Things had gotten way out of control. Those murky browns softened before he closed them. Scratching the back of his head, Luke then opened his mouth.

"I leave for five seconds and everything goes to shit, huh? Well now I know where my tax money is going for a little while." Luke joked while shaking his head. "Who are you talking to? If you wish to speak to me then ask perm-" "Shut up." Shooting a glare at the Hollow when he interrupted it, the young man removed his sword from resting on his shoulder. Looking back at the dust that obscured the area that the Shinigami hid, Luke smirked softly. "Don't worry, Ms. Shinigami. I'll finish it." His smirk turned into a soft smile, despite the Hollow offspring hurtling itself towards him with mouth agape.

But then it happened. It seemed to have come from nowhere. In what seemed like less than an instant, the Hollow offspring was being worn on the arm of something new that joined the battle. A humanoid-like creature had suddenly appeared near Luke. It looked to be made entirely out of darkness itself. A pure black creature that had appeared, seemingly, from nowhere and had rammed a clawed arm right through the offspring's stomach and out its back. Mademoiselle Capivara let out a loud gasp at the sight of the creature. Tossing the small Hollow off of its arm, the shadow creature turned its attention towards the mother Hollow herself. "Hehehe.." Jäger chuckled as he slowly sank into the ground.

No, it wasn't the ground he was sinking into. It looked to be the very shadows of the night itself. Mademoiselle Capivara quickly leapt back, trying to further the distance between herself and Luke. She was obviously frightened. She was near exhaustion already. She didn't factor in Luke coming back when she, in her rage, had unleashed all of those Cero at Schala. But now this annoying boy had returned, and brought with him something new. Just what the hell had that thing been? Where did it go? Regurgitating yet another offspring, bringing the number back to two, she let out a laugh. "Do you think you can defeat me by outnumbering me!? For every one of you there shall be another two of my children! I will outlast you and then I will eat you!" Mademoiselle Capivara screeched, her children charging towards Luke.

But then she went quiet. Well for a moment at least. A moment of quiet before she was screaming in pain. Luke closed his eyes and sighed. What a stupid Hollow. She snapped her head around to her right, to find that shadow creature behind her. It had risen from the shadows of the street behind her and shoved its arm right into her leg. Blood gushed from the wound though there would be more if Jäger removed his arm. "Can you fly?" Jäger asked, tilting his featureless face as he asked that question. In response to the pain, Mademoiselle Capivara opened up her mouth. A bright red light began collecting together in the empty space, because apparently she still had the reiatsu to use a Cero. Letting out another laugh, Jäger clutched onto the Hollows ass with those sharp claws of his, and rather easily, slung the monster into the air.

Mademoiselle Capivara let out a panicked and pained roar as she came crashing down, slamming into the road with a solid SLAM. Jäger gave her no time to recover, as the Doll was on top of her in mere moments. One by one, hole after hole was made in the Hollow as he slammed those weapon-like arms right into her. Stabbing through flesh and muscle, Jäger was looking to absolutely ruin the Hollows body and keep it from moving. Wound after wound appeared across the Hollows sizeable body, her screams filled the night as she not only felt the pain from the wounds, but from the Dolls ability itself. Her leg, and other parts of her body damaged by the Doll, had become transparent and dark. Her wounded portions and limbs had become shadow like themselves, and this inflicted an unimaginable level of pain upon her.

Luke frowned, a look of discomfort on his face watching what Jäger was doing to her. He sometimes forgot how...violent...Jäger actually could be despite the Dolls normal, troll-like, behavior. When the two offspring dashed in to save their mother, Luke had responded by using Movement to close in on them and cut them down from behind. Returning his gaze to his Doll, he saw Jäger raised up one blood covered arm to deal the finish blow on her mask. "Oy!" Luke shouted, catching the shadow creatures attention. "What?? Don't blue ball me now I'm just getting started!" Jäger snapped back.

"Don't start. I let you out to deal with her, not kill her." "What's the difference?" "It's a Shinigamis job to kill Hollows, remember? Something about...purifying the soul or something. Come on, she's not going anywhere." They went back and forth, but seemed that Luke won in this argument. Turning away from Jäger and the Hollow, he started to head towards where Schala had been. Jäger, begrudgingly, followed his Master...though he simply seemed to glide across the floor instead of sinking back into shadow. "You alright?" Luke asked when he got to Schala, concern painting itself on his features when he saw her injuries. "Hey there beautiful. Sucks about your sword." Jäger decided to chime in, getting a frown from Luke.

[Schala Alexandria]

The back of her scalp throbbed. A stinging jolt singed at the back of her head for some bit. It was to her spiritual form that enabled the injuries that she suffered were minimal. Reinforced with overflowing reiatsu, her body was more stern than the original fleshy form she once had. If she remained among the living, then her body would have suffered fractures and other aggravating wounds. Her head throbbed still. Her body felt heavy against the rubble that she remained resting on. Much of the background noise was rung out by the deafening screech. Its high pitch rhythm stung the farthest reaches within her mind. "My lady, are you alright?" The voice returned. Its concern rid the plague of the soundless world beyond her.

The stems of her slender fingers trailed the ridges of the bricks that surrounded her to better support her body upward. Slowly, Schala rose, inching away from her resting place. The voice from her depths spoke to her again. Each word echoed encouragement to its wielder. "You'll be fine, my lady. You are just beginning to understand your strength, as well as your own abilities. Rest assure, that you will be strong." Believe in yourself. That was what the voice inside her said. Her ego was a bit bruised, but it was natural. She wasn't the best of fighters, nor the most powerful among her comrades. Yet, should she keep true to herself, she will never fail. She couldn't be stern in the ways in which the Shinigami have taught her to be. She could not be stern in their ways nor her own.

"Believe in myself." She took in what the voice had to say. As much as she didn't wish to acknowledge it she understood what it meant in the long run. Still, for her to call herself a Shinigami and wind up in this position of hers was still embarrassing. Step by step, inch by inch. Her country wasn't built in a day as her father once said to her. Beyond the dust the voice of her companion streamed in conjunction with that of another. One she was not familiar with. "I'm fine, thank you for your concern," Schala responded. The Princess staggered for a moment before regaining her composure. Her own robes were sullied by the grime an particles of dust that fell from around her, turning the once black garments into that of tatters. But this wasn't terrible as it was a life of a soldier in service.

The other voice threw its words to that of her blade. Shattered, the practice blade served its purpose. And although it wasn't a Zanpakuto, it served her well. But now, there was another. Her spirit taking form into what she held in the palm of her hand. Slender in shape and form, the Kitana was refined to suite her taste and fighting style. Its material was light and easy to handle with a single arm, yet not as strong as the others like it. Its manageable size makes it more swift in its handling, but lacks the size to further support its intensity output. Meaning that its overall ability to cut into flesh isn't as keen as the other Zanpakutos in its sealed state. However, it was her own. This slender blade was her Zanpakuto.

The voice that came to her..... looking in on it now she realized. The voice that encouraged became more clear, turning from a distant whisper to that of being ever more closer. "Well um... it is quite unfortunate about my blade, but... I believe I will be fine," she replied gazing down at the newly forged blade in hand. She was worried for the last image she saw was that of the Hollows beyond the cloud of dust. But as she awoke there was the man. The Hollow's presence had yet to be eradicated. Its presence remained ever present. It wasn't until she stepped out into the street that she saw it laying on the ground.

The bleeding gashes on its body suggested that something, other than a man, injured it. Was it the other presence that she felt, the other voice that she could hear but not see? "Did you leave it like this.... for me to..." She didn't have to finish her question. In some manner of unspoken words, she felt as if she knew already. If it was the man's desire to destroy it, then he would have done so already. He didn't have to wait for her to wake in order to do so. If that was the case, then did he know about the Shinigami's abilities to cleanse a Hollow's soul? Looking at the man's expression her own shifted. From sheer curiosity and wonder to that of a gentle smile. Schala wasn't one to take another's credit for their hard work and effort. She wasn't the one who defeated the Hollow. Her abilities was not what brought this creature peace, nor rescued the people within the area of what would could have been done. Not her.

Schala's blade rose over the Hollow's head as it continued to struggle. Its snarling and gasping were left unanswered as each one took the reserves of energy it had left in storage. Yet her eyes. Schala's eyes were the only answer that the Madam Hollow would receive from her. And those were of pity. A spirit that was once human went rampant because of its attachment to the human of the living. Quite possibly from it draw to a person, a loved one, a memory, or to the significance of the area itself. Something precious to it kept it lingering within this world was what changed its passion to malevolence. As a result, that very urge malformed its body and spirit into what remained on the floor, a Hollow. As such, she felt pity for the Hollow.

"I'm sorry. May you find peace once and for all." Those were the last words that the Princess uttered before liberating the Hollow of its pain. Just as it was once formed its very being dispersed into that of shimmering lights that flew with the breeze. She could only hope that it would find peace in where ever it was now. "Thank you, sir. For all that you've done." Schala turned to face the man. "Really. Thank you for your help, for all that you've done." She said it once more. For not of his efforts that this was made possible. That perhaps the Hollow would find peace. "My name is Schala Alexandria of Squad 11. It is a pleasure to meet you, and fight alongside you. I will not forget it," Schala added sheathing her blade into its scabbard.

"Because of your efforts the Hollow was pacified, and in time it will find peace. So once more, I thank you." She did not know who or what this man was, but his efforts this night will not be forgotten. As his actions were known, so was the power that lingered in Karakura, let alone the world. For the world of the Living harbored individuals who were strong enough to help protect it.

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A relieved smile painted itself across the young Bounts features as he watched Schala pull herself from the rubble. He was relieved that she hadn't been hurt, at least not hard enough for there to be any sort of serious damage done to her. He wasn't sure just what he would have done had she been in worse condition, honestly. "You'd take her back to your place." Jager decided to chime in, thankfully mentally. "You treat her injuries and answer her beck and call." Please don't. "And then you put a baby in her." Luke was thankful that the asshole Doll decided to say all that mentally and not outloud. He didn't want to explain it to his new acquaintance.

Shifting his attention back to Schala, Luke blinked when he was spoken to. She seemed surprised to find that Luke hadn't just killed the Hollow and had instead left it for her. Was it really that surprising? Luke had had it explained to him why Shinigami were important and what their roles with ghosts and Hollows were. If Luke didn't allow Schala to, you know, kill Madam Guinness Pig then her spirit wouldn't be able to move on peacefully to the after life. He smiled at Schala, not feeling the need to answer a question with such an obvious answer. When her sword finally came down to end the Hollows life, the young Bount looked away for a moment until the deed was done. It was one thing to see gore and guts in the middle of a fight, but once the adrenaline had worn off it was a whole other story.

"Oh don't be such a baby." Jager mocked, the Doll's voice cutting through the night air as if all around the two. From the shadows at Luke's feet did the entity of darkness emerge. Like shadow given form, the long armed, thick torso'd, faceless creature that was Luke's Doll appeared. It's attention was focused on Luke rather than Schala. "That was fun. I want more fun. Let's go find more Hollows. Oh oh oh or better yet I wanna fight a person. Someone with powers." Almost like a little kid was how Jager was acting. The thrill of a fight and the excitement of being let out into the world was over taking him.

Frowning, Luke turned his attention from the Shinigami thanking him to the Doll literally holding him by the shoulders and shaking him. A moment later the shadow creature seemed to erupt into blue flames, vanishing completely and leaving Luke and Schala all alone. "Sorry about that. He's a little...excitable." Luke chuckled with a shrug. "REEEE NOOO YOU COCK SUCKING CUNT SPLASH!!" And there he went. Luke immediately muted the tantrum so he could focus on talking to Schala. "And don't mention it. Really I should be thanking you. If you hadn't shown up when you did things might have gone differently." Luke confessed with a smile.

Granted he'd been preparing to let Jager out up until Schala swooped in to save the day but, whatever. "I'm Luke. Luke Clyburn. It's nice to meet you, Schala Alexandria." Luke introduced, his eyes seemingly lighting up as he said her name. Sheathing his own weapon, Luke looked at all the destruction the Hollow had caused. Was going to take a lot of tax payer dollars to fix this mess. As if on cue, Luke heard the emergency service sirens in the distance getting closer. "Thanks again for your help. It's a small city, Ms. Alexandria, so I'm sure we'll bump into each other again at some point." Luke said, his goodbye brief and friendly. He wanted to get out of there before the authorities did, and deal with the screaming Doll in his head.

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430 TTP, given to Luke

430 CTP, given to Schala