Post by Miranda Frost on Aug 30, 2018 23:09:36 GMT -5
Training for sp
Another day, another dollar, or so the saying goes. Miranda had just returned from her patrols around a particular spot on the edge of the Sereitei. Given the tightly wound bandages that covered the majority of her body save her head, she was regulated to a lighter duty in the sector closest to Squad 4s medical facility. At first, when she was told this by the seated officer leading her on this patrol, she was vocally dismissive. “I can perform my normal duties” and “This isn’t slowing me down”, were things she commonly slung at the officer. He wasn’t amused in the slightest at her stubbornness, but it did strike a cord in his heart and the hearts of the men and women there at the time.
“A city’s walls are nothing but a small obstacle without its stubborn defenders.” he had said. As the day passed by she realized the folly in her defiance. Her muscles trained with each movement and her bones creaked with each step. Miranda had never felt more fragile in her life. They had tried to keep her to duties around the Barracks, but they allowed a compromise. She never could bring herself to thank her superior for putting her on a lighter for the last few days, but it wasn’t needed. She wasn’t much of a bluffer and all around her could see it in her relieved expression.
Her comrades were supportive of their new member. Many of them had witnessed her struggle with Dragon-sama, and though her blade would never touch the man, she had lasted far longer than they originally anticipated. The skillful lieutenant had held back to a certain extent until the end, but there was only so much a man could do when concerning the power gap between the two. Frost did what she could and then some. The rest of her onlooking comrades saw this and motivated themselves with that fight as their fuel. To say that morale was high among those people was an understatement.
“Go get some rest and enjoy the last of your day. Stay close to the Squad Ten barracks, you all are on call until the next patrol is relieved. Don’t have too much fun. Miranda, stay behind would you.”, The fifth seat called, motioning at Frost to come closer. The rest of the patrol group had already scattered, many heading for the barracks. He stepped to her, a sheet of paper held delicately in his rather beefy hands. “Your request to the Captain has been approved. To help sooth your healing process you’ve been granted permission to visit your home district.”
He took her hand and gently lay the request papers in her grasp. “Don’t let anything happen to this. We have a copy, but if any of the other squads catch you without it, it’ll be an annoyance on us to get you out of the trouble that would follow.” He let her hand free and crossed his arms, his expression was stern and stone-faced but she knew he was beaming down upon her on the inside. Miranda could barely control herself. She grasped the paper tightly in her grasp and bowed quickly and smartly. The officer returned the gesture. “Now go get some rest, Frost, and I wish you well on your journey home.”
“Thank you, sir”, she’d reply and turn to enter her barracks. The first thing she noticed when she walked inside its doors was the dense smell of roses and a particular sheen in the wooden floors she stepped upon. The barracks itself was already kept to a high standard of cleanliness, but this was upon another level entirely. Not a single speck of dust could be found, no matter how hard Miranda tried. The building had that… new building smell to it, plus the roses mind you. What was happening? What was the occasion? What was so grand that merited such work to be put into something as the barracks?
She’d get her answer when she entered the bunkroom, where the unseated officers were finalizing the preparations of their uniforms for whatever event was coming. Her uniform was passable, but no longer did it stand out as one of the better-kept uniforms among them. Her decreased ability to proficiently handle such things surely has failed her this go around. Frost’s bunkmate raised her head to her as Frost approached, her face displaying more of the frantic aura that had befallen the room. “Frost! What the hell are you doing? Get yourself together, woman, we’ve got an important visitor coming!”
“What? Who’s coming”, Miranda took a step back from her bunkmate, but she was too fast. With comb and brush in hand, she lept upon her, furiously attacking Frost’s pale, tangled hair. “What… Hey…. ow!” Her bunkmate’s hands were a blur as they feverishly worked upon the aftermath of her workday. “Take it easy!”, She cried, waving off the lunatic. She stepped away and removed the comb still wrapped in her pale locs. What has gotten into these people? What’s so fucking out of the ordinary that would justify such things? “Stop. Breath. Tell me, who’s coming by at this hour?”
“A Kuchiki”
Another day, another dollar, or so the saying goes. Miranda had just returned from her patrols around a particular spot on the edge of the Sereitei. Given the tightly wound bandages that covered the majority of her body save her head, she was regulated to a lighter duty in the sector closest to Squad 4s medical facility. At first, when she was told this by the seated officer leading her on this patrol, she was vocally dismissive. “I can perform my normal duties” and “This isn’t slowing me down”, were things she commonly slung at the officer. He wasn’t amused in the slightest at her stubbornness, but it did strike a cord in his heart and the hearts of the men and women there at the time.
“A city’s walls are nothing but a small obstacle without its stubborn defenders.” he had said. As the day passed by she realized the folly in her defiance. Her muscles trained with each movement and her bones creaked with each step. Miranda had never felt more fragile in her life. They had tried to keep her to duties around the Barracks, but they allowed a compromise. She never could bring herself to thank her superior for putting her on a lighter for the last few days, but it wasn’t needed. She wasn’t much of a bluffer and all around her could see it in her relieved expression.
Her comrades were supportive of their new member. Many of them had witnessed her struggle with Dragon-sama, and though her blade would never touch the man, she had lasted far longer than they originally anticipated. The skillful lieutenant had held back to a certain extent until the end, but there was only so much a man could do when concerning the power gap between the two. Frost did what she could and then some. The rest of her onlooking comrades saw this and motivated themselves with that fight as their fuel. To say that morale was high among those people was an understatement.
“Go get some rest and enjoy the last of your day. Stay close to the Squad Ten barracks, you all are on call until the next patrol is relieved. Don’t have too much fun. Miranda, stay behind would you.”, The fifth seat called, motioning at Frost to come closer. The rest of the patrol group had already scattered, many heading for the barracks. He stepped to her, a sheet of paper held delicately in his rather beefy hands. “Your request to the Captain has been approved. To help sooth your healing process you’ve been granted permission to visit your home district.”
He took her hand and gently lay the request papers in her grasp. “Don’t let anything happen to this. We have a copy, but if any of the other squads catch you without it, it’ll be an annoyance on us to get you out of the trouble that would follow.” He let her hand free and crossed his arms, his expression was stern and stone-faced but she knew he was beaming down upon her on the inside. Miranda could barely control herself. She grasped the paper tightly in her grasp and bowed quickly and smartly. The officer returned the gesture. “Now go get some rest, Frost, and I wish you well on your journey home.”
“Thank you, sir”, she’d reply and turn to enter her barracks. The first thing she noticed when she walked inside its doors was the dense smell of roses and a particular sheen in the wooden floors she stepped upon. The barracks itself was already kept to a high standard of cleanliness, but this was upon another level entirely. Not a single speck of dust could be found, no matter how hard Miranda tried. The building had that… new building smell to it, plus the roses mind you. What was happening? What was the occasion? What was so grand that merited such work to be put into something as the barracks?
She’d get her answer when she entered the bunkroom, where the unseated officers were finalizing the preparations of their uniforms for whatever event was coming. Her uniform was passable, but no longer did it stand out as one of the better-kept uniforms among them. Her decreased ability to proficiently handle such things surely has failed her this go around. Frost’s bunkmate raised her head to her as Frost approached, her face displaying more of the frantic aura that had befallen the room. “Frost! What the hell are you doing? Get yourself together, woman, we’ve got an important visitor coming!”
“What? Who’s coming”, Miranda took a step back from her bunkmate, but she was too fast. With comb and brush in hand, she lept upon her, furiously attacking Frost’s pale, tangled hair. “What… Hey…. ow!” Her bunkmate’s hands were a blur as they feverishly worked upon the aftermath of her workday. “Take it easy!”, She cried, waving off the lunatic. She stepped away and removed the comb still wrapped in her pale locs. What has gotten into these people? What’s so fucking out of the ordinary that would justify such things? “Stop. Breath. Tell me, who’s coming by at this hour?”
“A Kuchiki”