Not Photogenic [NDE PvP]

[Leonie Dallmann]

Thread Title: Not Photogenic
Participants: Leonie Dallmann vs. Mirim Frost vs. Turushino Ronjiro
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: North Karakura Town.
Special Conditions: N/A.
Circumstances: A fight sparked from circumstantial meetings. Can't escape from crossing fate.

[Leonie Dallmann]

Tap. Tap. Tap.

With the clack of her heels against the pavement, Leonie took in the soft evening air that permeated around Karakura. It came with a soft chill; at least, to her. Others might not've found it to be so, but it felt like everything to her felt at the very least, a little cold. Karakura was no exception to that. Thankfully, however, she was here on a bit of a mission! One that should've hopefully helped to warm her up given the circumstances.

Bow in hand, Leonie took quite a little while to stroll around Karakura as she saw fit, looking for 'prey'. For now, she'd been tasked with performing a bit of a routine hollow clean-up on the area, and was willing to do what was necessary in order to clear out the area. After all, who was she to talk back against supervisors? Such just wouldn't've been the greatest of ideas; the girl could've ended up dead!

Upon finding a lesser little hollow, Leonie held no qualms against pulling back her bow, before firing an arrow into the beast's mask. Within a single shot, said monster had been slain and erased from the Soul Cycle. Exhaling softly, Leonie smiled to herself. Thankfully, it wasn't a strenuous process for the girl! While she still hadn't been much stronger than the rank-and-file Privat within the Vandenreich, she was going to prove herself one violent step at a time. Smiling softly to herself, the girl went about her day, keeping her bow manifested all the while.

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{Leonie's Stats & Skills}
Type: Cunning

Leonie's Stats:

Strength: 50 [37]
Speed: 100 [100]
Reiatsu Strength: 50 [37]
Spiritual Pressure: 100 [125]
Senses: 50 [50]
Instinct: 100 [150]
Energy Sensory: 50 [50]
Healing Expertise: 0 [0]

Light Aura: 0
Dark Aura: 100
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Analyzing: 1 [Free]
Battle Analysis: 1
Calm Mind: 1
Strength of Will: 1
Pain Tolerance: 1
Learning: 1
Memory: 1

[Turushino Ronjiro]

Turushino's entrance was as much a display of his character as it was a physical presence. He had been navigating the streets of Karakura, his journey marked by a leisurely exploration that contrasted with the urgency that often defined the lives of those entangled with the spiritual realm. His steps had taken him through the heart of the town, where the blend of modernity and traditional architecture created a unique tapestry. As he moved, he had engaged in the simple art of people-watching, absorbing the varied energies that emanated from the living world around him.

The fading hues of the evening sky had cast a warm golden glow over the surroundings, a serene backdrop to the frenetic existence of souls, both living and otherwise. Turushino's gold eyes had drifted across shopfronts and alleyways, his gaze a blend of casual observation and underlying vigilance. The town's energy was a symphony of life, a composition of laughter, footsteps, and the indistinct chatter of human existence. Oh how he missed being among the living, but now he was their protector, something he took pride in.

His journey had led him to the scene just as the Quincy's arrow met its mark, disintegrating the hollow in a display of efficient power. Turushino's arrival, accompanied by the soft rustle of his attire, had been timed with almost choreographed precision. Ironic, given the fact that if he had been faster, perhaps he could have done his job on time. The corners of his lips had curled upward as he assessed the situation, his expression a blend of wry amusement and mild annoyance.

As the echoes of the hollow's demise reverberated through the air, Turushino's pace had slowed, eventually bringing him to a halt a few meters away from the scene. With a fluid motion, he had come to lean against a lamppost, an emblematic fixture of the urban landscape that now served as a casual prop. His arms had folded across his chest, his posture relaxed yet undeniably attentive as he whistled a soft tune. It was an unfortunate situation but he was not one to immediately jump into combat for no reason.

Amid the backdrop of this spiritual theater, Turushino's gaze had remained fixed on the Quincy, his gold eyes capturing her presence with a mixture of curiosity and assessment. As the Quincy absorbed the success of her task, Turushino's focus had widened to encompass the larger picture. His voice, when it finally broke the silence, carried a tone that wove together understanding and a gentle challenge. It was followed by a soft 'Tsk, tsk, tsk'

"Well, that was quite the entrance," he remarked with a lilt of amusement, his words a soft breeze amidst the evening calm. "Not that I'm not impressed by the efficiency, but you do realize that just obliterating a hollow like that could lead to some issues, right? You know, the whole balance of souls and the afterlife thing? I mean, I get it, hollows are a menace, but sometimes there's more at play than meets the eye. I mean, something I am SURE you are aware of"

With a subtle shift of his weight, Turushino eased away from the lamppost, his movements carrying the grace of someone deeply attuned to their body. He adjusted the collar of his attire, a gesture that melded practicality with an air of nonchalance. His hand, however, hovered ever so slightly over the hilt of his Zanpakuto, a silent reminder that Quincy and Shinigami were historical enemies. Seating himself on a nearby bench, he twisted the cap open on his small bottle of sake and took a leisurely sip, allowing the liquid's warmth to intertwine with the cool evening air. "I don't imagine I can convince you to not do somethin' like that again hm? We both walk away making the world a better place or whatever"

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{Turushinos Stats & Skills}Type: Fighter II

Turushino's Stats:

Strength: 39 (51-12)
Speed: 135 (100+35)
Reiatsu Strength: 25 (34-9)
Spiritual Pressure: 101 (75+26)
Senses: 100
Instinct: 50
Energy Sensory: 25
Healing Expertise: 0

Light Aura: 75
Dark Aura: 25
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Strength of Will - 1
Learning - 1
Weapons (Swords) - 1
Weapons (Polearms) - 1
Bleeding Tolerance - 1
Pain Tolerance - 1
Acrobatics - 1
Acting - 1

[Mirim Frost]

The battle of death mountain had taken its toll on Mirim's battle. In order to defeat the Demon of the Forge, Vulcan, she was forced to accept the gift of strength from her Grandmother, Cassandra Frost, Ex-Sternritter "D - The Dreadnought". Mirim had no choice in this decision as she had been taken out of the fight haven taken a fang to the gut. Miranda could only buy time and bleed Vulcan's strength.

Serraph himself couldn't do much either but dodge and distract with a cero here and there. Without Cassandra's sheer firepower, there wasn't much they could do. Fortunately the old sternritter wasn't out completely. As one final gift, she'd force a boon of strength upon her, temporarily overloading her body with the fragmented remnants of her Schrift. With these fragments, she would join the fight, cracking the Demon's skull beneath the weight of her fist.

The power would lose its luster once Vulcan was beaten back. She'd fall, weaker than before, her mind unable to hold up the weight of the schrift before it was ripped back to Cassandra. Her mind broke, Cassandra lay unconcious, and Miranda's power lay depleted. Only Serraph stood with any semblance of strength, and his release was active. The remnants of the Quincy foot soldiers that served Cassandra would have their heads removed in a blink of an eye.

That was the last thing Mirim remembered before she woke up in Los Noches among the labyrinth of catacomb passageways. The days following this would be fuzzy and inconclusive to the girl, but there was one fact she could grasp. She should not be alive. Her strength was above that of the normal human but everything else was... wrong. Her mind felt distant, her senses dulled, her movements somewhat sluggish.

It was if she were drunk without the fun of being drunk. Most hollows were above the measely capabilities of a human, yet she managed to survive for over a week now. She was dumbstruck. It was if someone was looking out for her without her knowing. In either case things haven't gone horribly. Some of those hollows were quite understanding of her predicament, even if her presence there disgusted them.

She was the object of their pity, but they wouldn't lay a finger on her or drive her away, usually. When she sang, they listened. When she loitered, they grew restless. Only one would actively follow her without a noticible malicious intent. It was a dog, a big hollow dog that sat and listened to her voice more than any other. He'd keep her company in the lonely darkness and helped her get food. Mirim couldnt understand why he'd be there by his side, but he had ample time to do whatever he wanted to her while she slept.

Mirim would name him Spike, and he'd love it. Spike would travel and wander with her as she fought to get over this strange sickness. He must have thought taking her back to the human world would help, so she'd endulge herself. Even booze wouldn't do much to help. She'd walk the streets of Karakura, her weight carried slightly by spike as they walked down the street. She'd tug at her new clothes he helped her steal, a white hoodie, black tee, and some snug white athletic shorts, as well as a new pair of shoes.

It was a godsend compared to what she had before, so their trip wasn't a complete loss. Suddenly, though, Spike would stop and growl at something nearby, potentially sensing something dangerous. it'd start to take off, Mirim barely able to hold on as he dragged her along. "Woah, boy!", she called out startled. They'd round the corner and lo and behold, two beings.

The yellow light of her left eye narrowed as she focused, then faded into a neutral white when she recognized those uniforms. A pang of pain shot through her head as the memories of death mountain flooded her again. Her vision blurred and the appearences of those individuals flicked between those that actually existed and those from her memories. She'd shake her head and stand, composing herself. "Spike, flee", she'd implore to her friend, getting a befudled look from the doggo as a result.

"When done, return", she explained, placing a hand over her chest. Spike howled and turned, jumping into a garganta tear that swallowed him. She'd grip the neck of her beer in her other hand and approached the two from the sidewalk, the glowing cross shaped iris of her mechanical eye trained on them.

"Go home,", She'd call to them before taking another drink from her bottle.

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{Mirims Stats and Stuff!}Type: Soul Specialist Version 2
Rank: 1

Stats
STR 100 [67]
SPD 50 [34]
RS 25 [17]
SPR 50 [34]
INS 50 [34]
SEN 50 [34]
ES 0

LIGHT 50
DARK 50
HE: 0
SP 325/1600

Skills
Street Fighting 1
Pain Tolerance 1
Battle Focus 1
Focused Eye 1
Anti-Stealth 1
Acrobatics 1
SKP 6/15 6 points remaining

340/340 REIATSU
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MIRIM's INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS

[Leonie Dallmann]

"Hm." Leonie's thinking sound echoed out as she heard the Shinigami speak, listening to his seemingly nonchalant attitude. Especially when it came to a topic so 'serious' as the Soul Cycle. If nothing else, it brought a bit of amusement from Leonie, prompting a soft chuckle, and a smile to rise to her lips.

"I am well aware," she spoke, her tone almost robotic, "though said 'damage' to that balance simply does not concern me. As far as I am concerned, the destruction of this single soul only arbitrarily weighs on that balance of yours, no? A single hollow soul, lost to the aether makes no difference to you nor I, does it?" Watching carefully as Turushino moved, adjusting himself to sit down on a nearby bench, Leonie's own wrist flicked, bow in hand for a similar reason.

As he continued to speak once more, provoking another soft chuckle from the Quincy, Leonie shook her head. "I don't believe so, no." Taking a few steps back, as to put more distance between the two of them, Leonie continued to speak. "I'm here myself in order to do a bit of research into these Hollows. Namely to see just how many need to die before your precious 'soul cycle' begins to-"

Her words found themselves cut off quickly thereafter, met with a rather abrupt "Go home." While it didn't quite startle the girl or anything, it was certainly not something that she was expecting. Turning to face the new visitor, Leonie took another series of steps, as to make sure both individuals were in as much of her sight as she could manage.

"Oh?" She asked, "and, who might you be?" Raising an eyebrow at the new individual, she did what she could to study them. A strange light resonated from their face; something she couldn't quite make out, but found a bit unsettling nonetheless. Turning back to the Shinigami, whom hopefully wasn't particularly inebriated at this point, she spoke once more.

"You don't know this creature, do you?" She glanced back and forth between the both of them. It was rather strange, all things considered, for such a crowd to have gathered. The Shinigami, sure, she'd expected that going into this, but for another being? One that she couldn't quite piece together the identity of? It was quite bizarre.

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{Reiatsu Pool:1,250/1,250}
No expenditures.

[Turushino Ronjiro]

Turushino's relaxed demeanor remained, his gaze cast upward with a roll of his eyes, toward the gathering clouds as if they held some secret to unravel. However, his attention quickly shifted as the unexpected encounter unfolded before him. The Quincy's words flowed with a certain calculated disregard for the Soul Cycle's intricacies. Turushino couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her apparent indifference to the balance that governed the realms. Her audacity seemed like something straight out of a dramatic movie plot, the kind where the villain's grandiose ambitions would be their downfall. He could very much respect that.

"Ah, I see," he responded, a touch of sarcasm lacing his words. "You'd make a wonderful villain with goals like that. I can almost see it being part of some play or…whatchamacallthem…movies! Yeah thats right." His tone held a light amusement, though an undercurrent of caution remained. The Quincy's ability to so casually dismiss the delicate equilibrium of souls was concerning, as it hinted at a potential threat that went beyond her facade of nonchalance.

As the Quincy's attention turned to the newcomer, Turushino's hand hovered over the hilt of his Zanpakuto, his posture subtly shifting into a more guarded stance. The arrival of a mysterious figure added another layer of complexity to the situation, a layer that Turushino couldn't afford to overlook. His eyes swept over the newcomer, noting the enigmatic glow that emanated from their face. There was an unsettling aura about them, one that piqued Turushino's curiosity and wariness in equal measure.

Turushino observed the interplay between the Quincy and the newcomer with a mix of skepticism and wariness. The Quincy's inquiry about his familiarity with the new arrival drew a wry smile from Turushino. "Well, considering the current circumstances, I'd say we're all creatures of interest, wouldn't you agree? Maybe if you had not gotten rid of them we could have had four members in this situation, I am sure even a Hollow would enjoy a drink with us right now." His voice carried a casual, sarcastic tone, though the subtle tension in the air was not lost on him.

His eyes remained fixed on both the Quincy and the new arrival, his senses attuned to any shift in the atmosphere. The streets of Karakura, once a quiet backdrop, had transformed into a stage of uncertainty. Turushino's relaxed posture belied the vigilance that lay beneath, a Shinigami's instinct to protect and uphold the balance between the realms.

Taking another sip from his sake bottle, Turushino's eyes glinted with a mix of curiosity and caution as he addressed the Quincy's earlier sentiment. "Indifference to the intricacies of the Soul Cycle isn't something to be taken lightly, you know. Also, a bit of a side note, I suppose being called a 'creature' isn't the worst thing I've been called, sad considering you might be my enemy." His tone held a touch of dry humor, a hint that beneath his calm exterior, he was well aware of the complexities and ironies that defined the world they inhabited.

[Mirim Frost]

This was an interesting scenario. The woman, having committed an act against the wishes of the other party was now being confronted by this party. This party, this man, protested whatever act occured and confronted the woman in white. Though only words and veiled insults were exchange, there was no tension between them on the surface. One couldn't see it on the surface, but if one were to look below, they'd see the festering pool of violence begin to grow.

Mirim took another swig of her beer, the glowing white light of her eye looking down on its content. It was just under half full, just as the aura of patience here was. Her eye rose to the guarded posture of the swordsman, whose hand rested on his blade, ready to draw it. A flash of light clouded her vision momentarily, visions of the past filling her mind. She saw shinigami, soldiers of an ancient realm. She saw their routines, their discipline, and their unwavering devotion to duty.

While his words were just as guarded as his hand, the woman herself already held a weapon, a bow. Mirim's hands clenched in tight, powerful fists. Another memory flashed, another memory of her soul's past. She'd see Quincys drilling and training in a dark city, preparing for war, preparing for vengeance. They too was unwavering in their devotion to duty, to their Emperor, and would do what it took to defeat their enemies.

"You don't know this creature, do you?", those words made her eye twitch, though she recognized they weren't necesarily referring to herself. It showed the disdane shown between the two parties. She turned her head to the shinigami, "Shinigami, Soul Reaper", she'd reply, before turning her head to the woman. "Quincy, Hollow Slayer." Her voice grew more and more dark, the white light starting to take on a reddened tint, betraying her frustration.

She'd point at herself, introducing herself. "Frost, Soul Inheritor" She didn't expect them to recognize her ancestors by that name alone, one being a star gladiator, another a sternritter, the other a captain. Mirim was her own person, despite the old soul she had inherited from those warriors, soldiers, few. However, there was another trait she inherited from them, their willingess to fight if need be, to completion.

"You two, fighting..", she'd mutter, watching the tensions rise. She didn't desire to fight today, nor watch another party fight. This was a break for the girl, who had braved the depths of Los Noches and saw acts that would break the mind. Not today, not here, will she suffer it. She wouldn't be denied, nor will she be regarded as a lesser, one to be ignored, one to be protected. Even in her weakened state, she would fight, display her strength. "Fight somewhere else."

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{Mirims Stats and Stuff!}Type: Soul Specialist Version 2
Rank: 1

Stats
STR 100 [67]
SPD 50 [34]
RS 25 [17]
SPR 50 [34]
INS 50 [34]
SEN 50 [34]
ES 0

LIGHT 50
DARK 50
HE: 0
SP 325/1600

Skills
Street Fighting 1
Pain Tolerance 1
Battle Focus 1
Focused Eye 1
Anti-Stealth 1
Acrobatics 1
SKP 6/15 6 points remaining

340/340 REIATSU
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MIRIM's INHERITED MEMORIES OF CASSANDRA AND MIRANDA FROST

[Leonie Dallmann]

Chuckling to herself as the Shinigami spoke, Leonie placed her other hand on her chest. "You may be right, there, Shinigami. Perhaps not. Who's to say, really? Can such things truly be judged from someone's actions? I merely seek to test the limits of what may or may not be possible within specified pretenses. In this case, the 'Soul Cycle'. Is that truly such a villainous thing?" The last stretches of her voice echoed with a tint of innocence behind her words, despite her aura carrying absolutely none of those feelings.

Though, there had been a newcomer for the two of them to address; supposedly named 'Frost'. A rather curious name, all things considered, but she was not in a particular place to judge. Not while there were rising tensions, after all. Especially with the introduction of a new potential combatant on the scene, things were beginning to get a bit interesting.

Taping her chin as both individuals spoke, Leonie stared toward Turushino quizzically. "I don't suppose your statement is incorrect," she started, "though I'm not quite sure that the ingestion of alcohol results in typical inebriation in hollows that we see in the more humanoid species amongst us. Something to test however, no doubt."

Though, as Frost had spoke on about the location of the scuffle soon to take place, Leonie chuckled once more. "Mm, no, I don't suppose I will." She made her intentions clear to provoke this woman. She certainly seemed interesting; especially with that glowing eye of hers. Documenting what she could on such a species was going to be absolutely necessary before she left here. Gripping her bow ever tighter, she lowered her arm down. While she hadn't nocked an arrow quite yet, the bowstring had begun to glow with the girl's signature lavender reiatsu.

"Hm?" She spoke, turning her attention back toward Turushino, "oh, that 'creature' comment was not toward you, but toward our glowing-eyed friend over there." She motioned toward Frost, clearly unfazed by the humor in his words. "Truth be told, I find myself unable to fully distinguish just what she is... Bothersome, really. Perhaps we'll both learn soon, mm?"

Letting out a soft sigh, before taking up a rather simple stance, Leonie made little effort to hide her intentions; if a fight was soon to happen, she was not about to be caught off-guard from such a scuffle. "And, I assure you, I'm not making light of the Soul Cycle! I acknowledge its place in the world, and the balance it upholds. But, doesn't seeing just how far that scale needs to tip interest you? Fill you with curiosity? I, for one, would love to learn the number of Human or Hollow souls that must perish before imbalances begin to manifest. Current hypothesis is somewhere around two-thousand fifty, and six-thousand and seventy-five."

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{Reiatsu Pool: 1,250/1,250}
No alterations.

[Turushino Ronjiro]

Turushino's gaze flickered with a blend of amusement and intrigue as he listened to the Quincy's reasoning. Her perspective on testing the limits of the Soul Cycle was an intriguing one, a reflection of a mind unburdened by the moral implications of such actions. As she mentioned the possibility of her motives being seen as villainous as he had suggested, he couldn't help but smile faintly. "Weeell~ Villany is often a matter of perspective, isn't it?" he replied, his voice carrying a detached contemplation. The lines between heroism and villainy could often blur, shaped by individual perceptions and the contexts of their actions.

The introduction of the newcomer, Frost, didn't escape Turushino's attention. He observed her with a mix of curiosity and wariness, her aura and demeanor raising his interest. When the Quincy addressed him, he inclined his head slightly, acknowledging her observation. "Curiosity is a trait I can't deny," he admitted, a glint of wanderlust in his eyes. "I'm a sucker for the curious and interesting things in this world." He then raised his hands as to convey a gesture of non-aggression, a signal that he had no immediate intention of conflict, trying to first make his case.

Turushino's gaze shifted toward Frost as she mentioned the surely inevitable conflict, his casual demeanor not wavering even as the situation seemed to escalate. "I see, I suppose it would make sense to not destroy the town around us…but you give me too much credit, I can’t just do that,” he responded simply, his tone remaining calm. He was alluding to the fact that he wasn't exactly a force to be reckoned with on the level of potentially wreaking havoc on such a scale.

"As for the Soul Cycle, well, it's a complex web of forces, but I can't say I have a great attachment to it." He took a casual sip from his sake bottle, his gaze steady as he continued. "My goals lie more in personal growth, being in the company of those who are powerful. Unfortunately, circumstances have tethered me to the role of a Shinigami." His admission carried a note of resigned acceptance, a recognition that fate often had its own plans regardless of personal desires.

He observed the Quincy's readiness for a potential fight, his senses remaining sharp as ever. "It seems we're in for quite the encounter," he mused, his eyes flickering toward Frost briefly. Despite the potential hostility in the air, his tone remained nonchalant, as if he were discussing the weather. "As for the Soul Cycle, I don't dismiss its significance, but I believe there's more to learn from understanding its intricacies than disrupting them recklessly. Still, your hypotheses are certainly... specific. Surely we would have hit that number by now… though I apologize, I am physically unable to help test out such things. The nature of my powers makes it impossible." He explained this limitation almost apologetically, showing some interest in her theories even though their views diverged significantly.

In his eyes, this interaction was a dance of perspectives, a melding of minds driven by different motivations and curiosities. Turushino, with his ever-present wanderlust and desire for growth, found himself immersed in a conversation that extended beyond the mundane boundaries of a typical encounter. That or he could simply be analyzing the situation, perhaps playing into a bit of deception here and there. Whatever would get him out of an immediate confrontation

[Mirim Frost]

ARE YOU READY

She was disregarded with the same eyes she had be accustomed to seeing during her time in Hueco Mundo. Those hollows looked upon her in similar ways, albit cloaked in a bit of ravenous hunger. To them she was but a pitiful human, wandering about aimlessly.about the lower levels of Los Noches. Beaten and tormented, she'd survive despite the light in their eyes. She took a deep breath and glanced to the storefront beside them and walked towards it.

Mirim threw her arms over her head, grasping her hoody and pulling it free and wrapping it snuggly around her arm. There was not much on that could slow her down now, wearing just a pair of white athletic shorts and a tank-top to match. She showed off her toned muscles and glared at the shinigami. Memories from her Mother and her Grandmother synced with her own. With hundreds of years worth of experience with the Quincies and the Shinigami.

This argument will always happen between these two groups. Both sides think of themselves as the hero, the victor. They think so highly of themselves they become blind to the powers growing around them. The bounts, the fullbringers, the Hollows they slay, among countless other individuals whose potential is overshadowed by the Quincy and Soul Reaper warmachines. Mirim's heart solidified, her gaze hardening much like her predecessor's.

"Well, are you ready now?", she'd sing, her voice growling as her hands press up against he glass. Her eyes squinted inside, spotting a pair of baseball bats in the display case near the window. "For the revolution.", she'd continue, the white glow of her eye starting to shift to a bright scarlet which reflected off the smooth glass. With her wrapped hand she'd wind it back and send it foreward, shattering the window. Shards of glass embedded themselve into her wrapped arm.

The shop's security system would begin to blare, it's loud alarms screaming in her ear. "For too long your power has been taken away,", her voice rang, the alarm complimenting her voice quite nicely. "It's been taken away!" her other hand would grasp the hilt of the nearest aluminum bat, clutching it as she turned to face the two combatants, slaves to their own systems.

"Does your heart feel heavy now?"

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{Mirims Stats and Stuff!}Type: Soul Specialist Version 2
Rank: 1

Stats
STR 100 [67]
SPD 50 [34]
RS 25 [17]
SPR 50 [34]
INS 50 [34]
SEN 50 [34]
ES 0

LIGHT 50
DARK 50
HE: 0
SP 325/1600

Skills
Street Fighting 1
Pain Tolerance 1
Battle Focus 1
Focused Eye 1
Anti-Stealth 1
Acrobatics 1
SKP 6/15 6 points remaining

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Are You Ready? - Disturbed

[Leonie Dallmann]

Nodding her head, Leonie responded. "As am I," she spoke, "to learn each and every secret this universe has to offer... Such is something I'd like to accomplish; preferably soon, if possible." Flashing a soft smile toward the Shinigami, Leonie took the opportunity to glance back to Frost, whom had seemingly focused on the both of them. Almost watching their movements. It left her a bit unsettled, if nothing else.

Though, her attention was quickly pulled back toward the Shinigami upon mention of her hypotheses. "Oh, undoubtedly so have those numbers been hit," she started, "and likely on numerous occasions! But, each and every time, it seems that certain forces - you Shinigami, I presume - seem to balance out the damages that have been done. Makes it awfully difficult to get an estimate on just how much needs to be done in order to... weave a bit of chaos into the Cycle." Her brow furrowed.

Though, once again, the less-talkative individual in the picture caught Leonie's interest once again. Though, her words felt... odd. Almost like they were being repeated, as opposed to simply flowing naturally. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but the girl in generally felt quite off-putting. A thought that only further exemplified itself as she broke into a nearby shop, to steal a baseball bat.

"Lord," she spoke, glaring the woman down, "someone seems a little... aggressive today, no? Well, if it's a fight that's desired..." The Quincy's words trailed off, prompting her to quickly ready her bow, before letting loose an arrow toward the Fullbringer. A warning shot of sorts, as the projectile soared over her shoulder, if she wasn't to move.

Veering her attention back toward the Shinigami, poised to let loose another arrow in his direction this time, she gave him a soft smile. "As much as I'd love to continue the intricacies of our conversation... You are Shinigami. I don't suppose I can let you walk when you're only going to further disrupt my goals. It's as you said; you make it impossible to get these tests done. No hard feelings, 'kay?"

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{Reiatsu Pool: 1,240/1,250}
-10 from Class 7 Arrow.

[Turushino Ronjiro]

With a casual laugh, Turushino's demeanor remained almost nonchalant as the situation escalated. He wasn't one to be easily provoked into action, and he found the whole scenario rather amusing. As Miriam's voice echoed in the air, he sprung into a swift and fluid motion, leaping off a nearby wall as if propelled by invisible footholds mid-air. His movements displayed an almost eerie agility and control as he managed to perch on an invisible surface. (Advanced Air Ground)

"Revolution, huh?" Turushino responded, his voice holding a hint of amusement. "I will admit I like your style! Have you considered becoming a Shinigami? Not...that I am implying you gotta die of course that would be rude...but maybe in the future!" He inclined his head in Frost's direction, acknowledging her presence, before turning his gaze back to Miriam. "You're certainly passionate, but killing and dying can get a bit tiresome, don't you think?"

As Leonie responded, Turushino's lips curled into a faint smile. "Learning the secrets of the universe is a lofty ambition, indeed," he remarked with a touch of playful curiosity. He remained vigilant, his senses attuned to the shifts in the air and the energy around him, ready to react if things took a turn for the worse. For now he seemed like nothing more than a performer idly bouncing on this invisible platform ready to spring into action at any moment

He absorbed Leonie's musings on the Soul Cycle and the potential chaos she envisioned, pondering her words with a hint of intrigue. "Chaos does possess a certain allure, doesn't it?" he mused, his voice a gentle stream of consideration. "But perhaps the fabric of the universe possesses a resilience against rapid change that we might underestimate." He whistled a soft tune then with a twirl of his finger he finally added "But I sure as hell ain't no scientist."

When the situation with Miriam escalated further, Turushino's stance remained relaxed, but he was prepared for whatever might come. Leonie's warning shot didn't elicit any visible reaction from him, but his senses remained sharp. He looked back at Leonie, meeting her smile with a calm expression. "No hard feelings indeed," he replied, his voice steady. "But before we get into anything too serious, how about a bit of fun? I'm all for a good fight, but let's leave the dying and killing out of it, shall we? After all, if we're going to be stuck in this little encounter, might as well enjoy the show."

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Reiatsu Pool: 985/1,010

[Mirim Frost]

ARE YOU READY

Words could not reach her now, not as she was in this sea of madness as she fell to her own song. It was a song of change and denial, a desire to change and force the change. In this case, she would be changing this situation, this discussion of souls and cycles. What did Mirim care, she whose soul has remained mostly seperated from the soul cycle for thousands upon thousands of years.

It is possible that such separation has degraded the soul and personality of those who own it. Mirim was not all put together inside her head and her Mother's constitution was among the weakest of  her lineage, whereas her grandmother was a near carbon copy of her ancestors. The proper technique to split the soul in such a manner had been lost to her kin. 

The arrow that was shot at her would zip by her head, disturbing naught but the silver hair that fluttered out of the way from the displaced air brushing across her face. She'd glance back at the source, not amused but not adhering to the warning shot,  she couldn't. Her mind couldn't comprehend the message, nor would it want to, not now. She only wanted to beat sense into the two of them, whether it be by the blunt end of a baseball bat or her fist.

She had already begun stepping towards the shinigami, but the man would jump off the wall and out of the range of her swing. her crimson eye would stare up at him as he stood above her, speaking of non-lethal combat and whatnot. The words were fuzzy, not quite taking hold in her mind. "Savor the solution, take those mental shackles off and throw them away," she'd call to him, tapping the ground with her bat. "You've got to get them out of your mind!"

Sirens could be heard nearby as nearby police vehicles rolled up, no doubt responding to the shop Mirim had broken into. Mirim grinned, enjoying the bit of chaos this was going to throw into the situation. Sure the shinigami couldn't be seen by those servicemen, but maybe more interference could assist her in landing a blow or two, maybe three, even. They didn't take long before drawing their weapons, the four cops grasping the hilts of their revolvers. "Drop the bat and put your hands above your head!"

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{Mirims Stats and Stuff!}Type: Soul Specialist Version 2
Rank: 1

Stats
STR 100 [67]
SPD 50 [34]
RS 25 [17]
SPR 50 [34]
INS 50 [34]
SEN 50 [34]
ES 0

LIGHT 50
DARK 50
HE: 0
SP 325/1600

Skills
Street Fighting 1
Pain Tolerance 1
Battle Focus 1
Focused Eye 1
Anti-Stealth 1
Acrobatics 1
SKP 6/15 6 points remaining

340/340 REIATSU
NOW PLAYING
Are You Ready? - Disturbed

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[Leonie Dallmann]

"You may be right," she spoke, her attention directed toward the Shinigami, "but that's something I'm going to find out through experimentation than anything else." As her words finished, and she listened once more to what Turushino had to say. "Mm, maybe. It tends to leads to that, in battles like these. Fights between Shinigami, Quincy, and Humans... It's truly hard to believe that won't be something that comes of this. Perhaps this time will be different?"

Allowing an arrow to sling from her bow, she shot one directly toward the Shinigami in front of her. She had no plans to make this quick, all things considered, but if nothing else she was interested in seeing what her arrows could do to such a foe. As the arrow flew through the air, she'd taken aim toward Turushino's shoulder, looking to pierce clean through if he hadn't gotten out of the way or blocked the shot.

Though, after she'd done so, it seemed that a rather interesting situation had begun to start; sirens began to sound, people emerged from vehicles, and Mirim was continuing to sing. It was quite the situation. "Curious," she spoke, "seems these ants think they can compare." Smug, Leonie fired a series of arrows toward Mirim; namely, four of them. Similarly, it was to see how she'd dodge or react, but if she'd done nothing they would've barreled into the Fullbringer with ease.

Regardless, Leonie did what she could in order to keep herself on guard. Namely, from the individuals with guns. While she wasn't going to fire arrows toward them at the moment, given they likely couldn't see her bow, she was going to hold off for the time on that. While casualties weren't something that Leonie was above, she wanted to focus her attention toward the worthwhile combatants instead of those people.

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{Reiatsu Pool: 1,190/1,250}
-50 for Class 7 arrow x5.

[Turushino Ronjiro]

As the conversation unfolded, Turushino's focus remained unwavering, his senses attuned to the unfolding scenario. He couldn't help but find the Quincy's perspective intriguing, her dedication to experimentation within the context of battles a testament to her conviction. He listened, absorbing her words even as her arrow was loosed, aimed directly at him. For a moment, an over dramatic look of fear would be painted over his face.

With the reflexes honed through training and experience, Turushino sprung into action. The arrow's trajectory was keenly tracked, and with a swift Shunpo, he shifted his position seamlessly. In the blink of an eye, he appeared right next to the Quincy's side, looking over her shoulder with a comical expression on his face. It was a momentary playfulness, a glimpse into the mischievous side of his nature amidst the tension of battle. His movements were a dance of speed and precision, an intricate choreography that allowed him to sidestep danger effortlessly.

Yet, his evasion wasn't the sole action he took. In the moments following his dodge, Turushino transitioned seamlessly into a fluid offensive move. His blade, an extension of his will, absorbed his reiatsu in a concentrated surge. With a swift motion, he executed Sakugen, channeling the pent-up energy into a mighty slash attack aimed at the Quincy who had shot the arrow. Almost as if returning the favor he loudly stated "Up top!"

As the air crackled with the release of reiatsu, the arc of Turushino's slash seemed to shimmer with raw power, a manifestation of his determination to meet challenges head-on. The attack was executed with intent and precision, a calculated strike meant to test the waters of his opponent's abilities, or to gauge their endurance if they did not manage to dodge the attack but by no means was it ever meant to be deadly in any shape or form.

In the midst of this exchange, Turushino's lips curved into a sly smile as he couldn't help but comment on the unfolding scene around them. "Seems like the police have quite the timing," he remarked, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. "Guess it's a good thing that dead people don't have to worry about the law." His words were delivered with a playful undertone, a reminder of their unique positions and the perspectives that came with them. Even amidst the chaos and conflict, Turushino's wry humor seemed to shine through, a testament to his ability to find amusement even in the heat of battle.

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Reiatsu Pool: 935/1,010