Post by Kisala Shihoin on Jan 26, 2019 23:46:46 GMT -5
Kisala laid sprawled on the floor with mounds of paperwork surrounding her. It had been piling up ever since she had gotten back from the being treated for her wounds after a hollow invasion. Not much they could have done for the psychological damage, but that wasn't even the end of it. Not long before that, or after, she couldn't remember anymore, her captain, Harle, had decided to take on the entity of the Kawada family. She was attempting to take over for some reason, and at first Kisala was willing to help her captain out of loyalty. It seemed that Kisala was lucky that Harle had refused her help, and ended up failing her power grab and about to be executed.
Somehow, she managed to escape. Kisala was still undecided on how to feel about that. On one hand, a criminal of the Gotei 13 was still at large somewhere, doing Soul King knows what, but on the other, she still was thankful for all that her former captain did for her, and hoped that she was fine. Well between her humiliating loss to a hollow, and subsequently begging for life, and the fresh metaphorical knife wound in her back from her captain, she was in a sorry state emotionally. She was letting the other seated officers see to the day to day operations, and any missions that did not require a Vice Captain to handle, and just did all the paperwork and sulked in the barracks.
She groaned staring up at the ceiling. She remembered that she used to be so much happier. What did she do to deserve all this crap? She slammed her fist onto the ground hard enough to knock over several of the large stacks of paper work. An avalanche of paper covered her, and the majority of the floor. Now there were three things commonly heard from Kisala's room of the Squad 2 barracks. The most common was near uncontrolled sobbing and wails of woe. The second constant attempts to try and pick herself up and get back to her old, energetic self, and failing. The third, and was her screams of unyielding rage! She bolted upright flinging crumpled papers as far as she could.
"This is all your fault!" She screamed to a picture of Harle. Kisala mostly cleaned out everything that would have reminded her of her former captain, expert for this one picture. She had a very specific purpose for it. It was fairly large, making it ideal for target practice. Kisala reached into a draw, and pulled out a hand full of small shuriken throwing them all the way across the room. They thudded into the wall hitting the picture, each one hitting the image of her former captain. That was not all that Kisala hand intended for the helpless image though. From another draw she produced a belt of Kunai knives, each one she pulled out she threw indiscriminately at the direction of the picture still managing to hit it.
An never ending stream of curses could be heard throughout the barracks warning her squad mates that now was not the time to bother her. There had been more than one occasion where she had nearly threw a kunai, shuriken, hell even a javelin or two at someone coming in the door at the wrong time. Kisala was always begging for forgiveness after, but still everyone learned to not try and consul her when she was like this. The longer she went on, the larger the weapons she grabbed became. Knives, axes, spiked balls, all hit the mangled image of Captain Harle with no signs of slowing. A couple of squad two members were outside the building counting the number of impacts, to see how many weapons Kisala managed to hide in her room. They swear it keeps rising with each outburst.
Somehow, she managed to escape. Kisala was still undecided on how to feel about that. On one hand, a criminal of the Gotei 13 was still at large somewhere, doing Soul King knows what, but on the other, she still was thankful for all that her former captain did for her, and hoped that she was fine. Well between her humiliating loss to a hollow, and subsequently begging for life, and the fresh metaphorical knife wound in her back from her captain, she was in a sorry state emotionally. She was letting the other seated officers see to the day to day operations, and any missions that did not require a Vice Captain to handle, and just did all the paperwork and sulked in the barracks.
She groaned staring up at the ceiling. She remembered that she used to be so much happier. What did she do to deserve all this crap? She slammed her fist onto the ground hard enough to knock over several of the large stacks of paper work. An avalanche of paper covered her, and the majority of the floor. Now there were three things commonly heard from Kisala's room of the Squad 2 barracks. The most common was near uncontrolled sobbing and wails of woe. The second constant attempts to try and pick herself up and get back to her old, energetic self, and failing. The third, and was her screams of unyielding rage! She bolted upright flinging crumpled papers as far as she could.
"This is all your fault!" She screamed to a picture of Harle. Kisala mostly cleaned out everything that would have reminded her of her former captain, expert for this one picture. She had a very specific purpose for it. It was fairly large, making it ideal for target practice. Kisala reached into a draw, and pulled out a hand full of small shuriken throwing them all the way across the room. They thudded into the wall hitting the picture, each one hitting the image of her former captain. That was not all that Kisala hand intended for the helpless image though. From another draw she produced a belt of Kunai knives, each one she pulled out she threw indiscriminately at the direction of the picture still managing to hit it.
An never ending stream of curses could be heard throughout the barracks warning her squad mates that now was not the time to bother her. There had been more than one occasion where she had nearly threw a kunai, shuriken, hell even a javelin or two at someone coming in the door at the wrong time. Kisala was always begging for forgiveness after, but still everyone learned to not try and consul her when she was like this. The longer she went on, the larger the weapons she grabbed became. Knives, axes, spiked balls, all hit the mangled image of Captain Harle with no signs of slowing. A couple of squad two members were outside the building counting the number of impacts, to see how many weapons Kisala managed to hide in her room. They swear it keeps rising with each outburst.