Deliverance(JT)

[Mirim Frost]

With our indomitible souls we could live for an age.

After her bout with that quincy, Leonie and that shinigami interferance, the last thing she needed to do was publicise herself, especially after the unforunate end of those police officers. Granted, their bodies were never found being dragged to the void by her companion and there were no other witnesses to that swift duel. On the otherhand there was a venue at a ballfield nearby hosting local artists and aspiring songstresses. For one like Mirim, such an oppurtunity to stretch her vocal cords was too much to ignore.

The application was swift, especially after a two minute demo of her singing prowess. They even offered to play music along with her song, she need only give them the requested music. Upon sifting through her mp3 player's playlists she'd find one: Deliver Us. She did have to exhibit some caution in her choice. Though she wasn't entirely aware of music's power over her, she did remember what happened last time, what drove her to maim and strangle those poor peace officers.

Nervously, she'd sift through the lyrics and found the song to be of yearning and hope, nothing that'd overtake her so violently. Her dog wouldn't be so assured, staring at her and whimperin as she completed her application and submitted it. She'd sigh and smile softly, kneeling down to cup its masked maw in her palm. "Not the last", she'd assure him, shaking her head and scritchin his tremblin' ears. "I will sing."

"No bloodshed.", she'd promise, which drew a mixed reaction from the dog hollow. Though the dog's instincts relished the chance of prey and often jumped in to clean up her messes. On the other hand seeing the result of this horrified him. Whether it be the manic look on her face, the blood boiling glow of her eye overshadowing him, or the gore dripping from her knuckles. "I promise you.", she continue, her voice too soothing to ignore. He'd give in and shake his head out of her grasp. He'd had enough of the good scritchins... for now.

The time waiting would fly by. As much as she enjoyed portraying her voice, she did enjoy the creative givings this community to give. She found herself dancing in the crowd, her revelry contagious to the people who previously gave her a wide berth due to her unnerving, glowing eye. Like water her limbs flowed with every note, with every crescendo her movements exploded. Soon enough a decent portion of the crowd would join her.

It was euphoric! With the music she'd laugh and dance. Her heart beated lightly in her chest and her limbs were abuzz and her smile wide. She didn't wanted it to end, *this* to end, but alas all good things must. The music ceased and she'd be called onstage. Excited she'd skip up onto the hardwood stage, looking out over the crowd as those who danced with her cheered, happy that she'd get her chance. Her companion would watch from the shadows, out of sight and not interfering for what came next.

She was lost for words. The amount of people all staring at her, waiting anxiously. "Back when the world was whole, we had family, friends, loves." a familiar voice in her head spoke, one that belonged to her grandmother. Her vision blurred at the sight of this, a mild pain vibrating in the depths of her mind, she'd stumble slightly, clutching her head until it went away. she'd see them all differently. The human civilians seemingly transformed. Before her was a congregation of elaborate robed individuals, their visage familiar not to her surface memories, but to her soul itself. This was something long before, before anything she could think of.

Despite the hallucination, she'd began singing. "Blood.... Sand.... Water.... Wind.", her voice shouted like a chant of sorts. They were the basic elements of this world, what made up every shattered world and land. "SHATTER!". With that word her mind expanded. She saw it, the beginning. "Blood, and split" She saw all life seperated body and soul, rended. "Sand, and pull" She saw the earth be split, separated into the world. "Water, and lift up" The water would be stripped of its spiritual power and whisked away. "Wind, sunder" She'd feel the wind's warm embrace be parted.

The band blasted, each word emphasized by the heavy base linked together by eery strings. At her right she'd see him, the soul king strung up with spiritual bindings of untold power. A congregation of robed figures stood around him brandishing weapons and tools. "With the sting of the saw on his shoulders," She'd narrate watching with horror, the serrated edge of one's blade gruesomely removing the limbs of the king who sat silently seemingly unaware of it all, not that she could recall. She couldn't discern his face nor the sounds he made if any.

"With the Iron of his blow upon his brow.." The silver light of her eye shifted to the sickly green that reflected the horror of all who witnessed it. To the crowd of normal humans, they'd see her expressions and trembling voice but an act that played up the song itself, an act that the people appreciated greatly. Little did they know what was going through her mind. For her time slowed as the oldest memory played before her as those robed figures pulled away his limbs and thus the worlds, sundering all of creation with this horrific act. "Lord Reio, King of all, From you our tears fall, Unsunder now, in this dark hour!"

"Men knew peace and contentment and with our indomitible souls we could live for an age, not that you could remember any of it..", her grandmother's voice overlayed the vision. Her voice trembled with defiance of the scene bestowed upon her. She'd feel the overwhelming horror and dismay the memory once belonged to. She'd see the scene shift and found her feet moving fleeing from what she just witnessed. "Return to us! Hear our call! Return to us! Source of all!" She'd witness the earth crack and creation split on the most foundational level. she'd fall to her knees, hands balled into fists, powerless to stop the splitting of the worlds of what she'd come to know as the Living World, Soul Society, Silbern, Hueco Mundo, and the void between. Her green eye shifted to a sorrowful blue as the perfect world was ripped away from the deserving.

"Return us there to that perfect land! Return to us, world, whole and brokenless. Deliver us our perfect world", her fist pounded into the stage, cracking the wood beneath her with every powerful syllable. The scene would then shift as the music shifted. Her memory would whisk away from the progenitor of her soul to someone else, her daughter, the original soul. It was like wearing another's skin, but it was familiar like she was whole. Before her lay a stream and she sat in the emerald grass gazing down upon it, seeing the silver eyes and hair that would mark one bearing the soul of Frost.

She'd bring her hands to her stomach, feeling the life stir from within. The sorrowful blue of her mechanical eye shifted to a hopeful gold, radiating warmth and compassion as she sensed the dormant child carried. "My whole and tender soul, don't be frightened, dont be scared.", she'd sing softly consoling the bit of split soul seperated and placed within her womb. This was the contingency. Those of her line would be free of the soul cycle, free of the Congregations plans. They would inherit, they would live, and they would bear the memories of that perfect world. This was the plan that all Frosts would carry. Aurum, Cassandra, MIranda, Mirim, all would bear its weight together.

For when the worlds eventually rejoin, they could rebuild what was stripped away so unjustly. "My soul, cycle-less among their midst, bear this chance that you may persist. I pray we'll see the end, if he will return to us! Hear my prayer, Return to us." The prayer begged begged for the progenitor for all to return, as if her will alone would return the worlds whole. Should it not, her lineage would see it be rejoined, by their strength if need be. "There's a world that was promised us, return to us from your sundered state. Return to us our unsundered world."

The bands shifted to the conclusion of the song, the piano and sweet strings emphisizing the ending. In Mirim's mind the memory shifted to something more strong, more vivid. It was one more familiar, of one who bestowed this mechanical eye upon her in which would serve a vessel to stabilize her unstable soul, Cassandra Frost. Mirim felt herself knelt in the snow, pain ebbing from her shattered limbs. Her strength persisted and she'd crawl to another body, though this one wasn't so lucky. Mangled and torn, Mirim didn't need to read its disfigured face to know who it was.

It was her mother, Miranda.

Like the memories before, a sense of denial and pain filled her chest. she'd pull the shredded body to her, cradling the child to her chest. She didn't weep, but would console the lifeless body who deserved not the fate it was delivered. "Hush now, my daughter, be still love, dont cry. Sleep as you're whisked by the chain. Rest and remember my last memory, so i'll be with you when you dream." There were no tears given as she knew this wasn't the end of the lineage, the plan. The soul society would embrace her daughter's soul and she would thrive. Nay, it wasn't the end.

"Cycle, soul cycle, be absent from me! Such precious cargo we bear.", Cassandra was defiant in many ways. Her declaration to the laws of the world was that they would not take her. She would not be a part of their plan. The memories of eld were more precious than whatever designs the Congregation could come up with. Her eye shifted, bleeding to the same crimson of her daughter's blood. "Arn't you aware of the land we so crave? Cycle, be absent from there."

Cassandra lay down her daughter's corpse in the snow and stood with Mirim mirroring her movement. Her crimson eye glowed and draped the crowd before her. "Return to us! Send a mender to mend our souls! Return us to our promised land. Deliver us to our perfect land." The vision ended as the music grew silent. Reality seeped in and the girl would realize what was happening and what had happening. The crowd stood silently, taken aback as such a genuine performance. Once clapped, then two, then four. Soon most of the crowd cheered. Her hands moved to her puffy, reddened cheeks and whiped the tears free. She'd bow embarrassed but overall pleased with their enjoyment of her voice. Her eye would shift to pink to reflect her gratitude

The applause didn't last as the ground shook and screams pierced the air. A pair of arachnid like monstrocities had come to the lil music festiful, their talons catching the bodies of fleeing, fearful crowd who was unaware of what was attacking them. Mirim's body tensed and she'd rise from the bow, fists clenched. She'd look around for her companion but he was absent. "Wolfy?", she'd ask out. She could barely hold her own against one of these things let alone two. During her time in hueco mundo it would be him and his pack who'd look out for her. She couldn't fight this.

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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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The pain in Mirim's everything.

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[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

Time to herself didn't come so easily anymore. It was difficult for Shizuka to find a moment alone, especially with how busy she'd become lately, but it seemed as if it were even worse now. She couldn't quite pinpoint why, but she would be the first to admit that she didn't waste much energy on trying to figure it out. The answers were obvious. She just didn't want to acknowledge them. How could she? How could she ever acknowledge the fact that her life had become confusing with one crazy instance after another? It all started with the return of someone she'd thought to be dead. She thought back on moments in her life that made her question her judgment, as well. How many people lost their lives accidentally due to her strength? And, most importantly, did it even bother her?

Shower thoughts! She pushed them out of her brain temporarily and decided to care about these things later. She didn't want it to get her down when she was doing one of her favorite things; shopping! She had waited for a day off for what seemed like a million years and finally got one, despite the fact that she had days off on Saturdays and Sundays just like a lot of people. Shrugging her worries away, Shizuka continued to happily stroll down the street and consider her options when trying to figure out where she wanted to shop first. She was wearing more casual clothes today, sporting an over-sized cream sweater with some distressed jeans and her converse. Her heels, the source of her power, were tucked away in her purse in case she ever needed them. Hopefully she wouldn't.

Smiling from ear to ear as she continued walking, the shops called to her and tempted her to enter, though she didn't see exactly what she was looking for right away. It didn't matter. Window shopping was just as important as actually shopping. It had to feel right. She had to feel as if she found exactly what she wanted. Until she had that feeling, it wasn't perfect for her. She was taught at a young age by her mom that if she didn't love it in the store, she'd never wear it at home. How many times had that been true? Too many to count. Could she ever justify validating her mom by agreeing with her? No, but even she had to admit that it was pretty good advice.

With a flip of her hair to get it out of her eyes, something caught Shizuka's ear. Singing? The Fullbringer's ears twitched in the direction of the sound as it pulled her towards the woman responsible. A large group of people were settled around her as she sang a song that sounded so familiar that Shizuka couldn't help but wonder if it was from a movie from her childhood. It'd been a long time since she saw this movie, so her memory was hazy, but the singing gave her the motivation to try to watch it on her own during the coming weekend. Until then, she stood in the same spot, enjoying the sounds that the voice created. It was oddly soothing and sad. The notes were careful but strong at the same time.

She entered the scene too late, it appeared, since the woman had finished her song and bowed, welcomed with applause from the audience. Shizuka joined in, clapping her hands together quite loudly as she appreciated what moments she'd just witnessed. She was about to walk up to the woman and personally say something about her experience when screams cried out from the crowed of people, causing her to pivot and look around at the scene. Hollows also decided to show up, evidently, and they were causing their own devastating sounds to entirely overshadow that of which Shizuka had just heard. People began running and some were caught, only to experience their demise. Shizuka's heart broke immediately at the sight. They were innocent. Could she evacuate this many people so quickly? She was alone, so would it even be possi-

Suddenly, something caught her eye and she turned back towards the songstress. She was reacting to the Hollows. Even if she was trying to hide it, Shizuka knew. She'd done the same thing for so many years. She knew what it looked like to try to hide the fact that you could see ghosts even as normal people like those in this crowd could not. Without any Energy Sensory, Shizuka didn't have a chance in Hell of determining what this woman was, so the most she could do was assume. Her recent encounters suggested that this woman likely wasn't human... but that may not even be right. It was anyone's guess. Shizuka simply didn't know.

Within moments, the crowd dissipated enough to where the Fullbringer was standing on her own, facing away from the songstress and instead towards the Hollows. They had eaten a few people, leaving pools of blood and limbs in some areas while the other escapees screamed and attempted to flee. Shizuka's brows furrowed as she did her best to ignore the deaths, flexing her Reiatsu so intensely that the two Hollows would have no choice but to feel her intimidating strength radiating from her body. Even normal humans would feel it, running for their lives in any direction, safe from the Hollows who paused in their murderous activities to observe the woman who psychologically tormented them.

"You can either run or watch, but you need to stay out of my way unless you can fight."

Shizuka's tone was firm but not angry. She was stating a fact. If this woman were to live, then she'd need to decide what she was capable of quickly. The blonde's intimidating effect would be temporary as she lifted it once the vast majority of humans had left the vicinity, running for their lives or crying over their loved ones while being yanked away by others. Hollows did not discriminate. It was an unfortunate reality that Shizuka was used to, though it was one that she no longer had much exposure to after her ascension into CEO. She didn't have time to go out and protect the general public anymore. She had to rely on others to do that for her.

"So what'll it be?"

[Mirim Frost]

With our indomitible souls we could live for an age.

In the beginning, Mirim couldn't move as the slaughter commenced. The hulking spider-like hollows cut through the crowd with ease, bathing the festival grounds with blood and gore. She wanted to look away, save herself from the carnage she had witnessed not just with her own eyes, but through the eyes of her predecessors. The cycle had its own way of effecting everyone regardless of state of living. Despite all the effort to keep going, still it came to this.

Her fists balled and she'd shake off this frozen state and hop from the stage, nearly stumbling on a body hidden just out of view. Her stomach lurched, threatening to vomit, but surely such a thing would gain the attention of these beasts. She would be powerless against two of them. It was then another joined the fray, a blond haired beauty contrasting the horror and gore surrounding them. Through the deafening screams and panic, her voice, firm and confident sliced the air to reach her ears.

"You can either run or watch, but you need to stay out of my way unless you can fight."

Mirim was taken aback by the sheer power those words spoke. her eyes looked away, beaming down the pair that noticed her arrival. Whatever chance she had to run was gone. She would have to fight if she wanted to live. She'd step to the blonde's side. pulling the white hood of her pull over to drench her face in shadow. She needed to focus and grasp whatever plan her cracked mind could muster. "I can fight", she'd reply, though not as confident as she had wanted.

She was growing irritated, not at the carnage, but at herself for letting this control her nerves. She was a Frost! She was of a lineage known for having nerves of steel. Little did she know that developement was paid in a tithe of blood. She'd take her fist and lightly punch herself in her side. The solid hit against the arrow wound gifted to her by Leonie. A shock of pain rocked her side, centering her focus. Her breath would become shaken then.

Her mind seemed to be expanded. Despite not feeling their spiritual weight she could feel the soul of the ground beneath their talons, the blood painting the ground. It was if they were pressing to her flesh, causing her to tremble. If she could feel it like this, perhaps she could do more? Right now she had to make the first move. Should she miss this chance, this pause in the carnage she'd never make an impact.

She'd turn to the newcomer and smile, her left mechanical eyes shifted to yellow, a more welcoming radiance reflecting her newfound confidence. "Am good bait~", she'd assure before stepping forward them, no malicious bone in her movement. The spiders were confused and laughed, speaking in such high pitched, ugly tones that equated to. "This fool wishes to die now! Free food is free food". They'd come to an agreement and walked towards the girl.

Mirim had a plan, replaying it over and over. She'd test her grasp on the ground the spider walked on, subtly jostling it to test this strange ability. It was like flexing a muscle, one just needed to make that connection between her mind and that "muscle." Soon it stood over her, draping her in shadow with nothing but the light of her eye filling the gap. It'd snicker and stare down at her as if sizing up her short form, calculating how filling she must be. Mirim looked up, smiling, a song already filling her mind and spilling out her lips.

"Yticorpicer fo yaw yb emoc Seiticorta ym lla a a- ", the spider tilted its head, grimacing at her skillful speech. With this confusion she'd clench her left fist as if grasping the top layer of earth beneath the stretch of land its four talons connected to. she'd throw her arm out, throwing the earth out beneath its feet, causing its body to lurch down. It'd immediately began scrambling and dove foreward, but her legs had already cleared its mandibles as she had grasped its pale mask and jumped, flipping over and turning, landing on its back.

NOW, now was the chance to attack. The confused hollow must not have realized what had happened, not until the first powerful blow punched into the back of its head. [smear:FFeb00]"A-All my atrocities come by way of reciprocity~"[/smear:FF0000], her eye shifted from yellow, to an empowered oranged, to a bloodlusted scarlet. "I'm chewing the bones of my own reprieve. Death be your dignity, execute hemlock philosophy~" her fist pounded down into its head further stunning it. She could feel the prickly fur part beneath her blows. "Poison fills the cup of the carpenter"

She'd bring her hands together and clutched them, pulling them down to a powerful hammer that broke the back of the exoskeleton. Like an egg she'd feel its shards test the toughness of her flesh. She could feel its blood and gore kiss her skin, stinging it with their acidic properties. She'd cackle, as the irony wasn't lost on her. The weak human with the bare minimum comparatively to their potential might could crack their skull like an egg. She'd thrust her arms in the vile innards, clutching what she could.

She'd hear its partner roar and rush in, throwing a talon out towards her. before she could move or even look she'd be hit in her right side, stunning her and sending her flying. She'd land hard on her arm and something popped, she'd feel her left arm grow limp, releasing that which she pulled with her: the pulsing mind of that arachnid hollow. The one she battered to death fell and began twitching with caustic webbing sputtering and spitting from its mouth, sizzling the ground before it. If it wasn't dead it'd be dying. Unfortunately and fortunately simultaneously, the spider's partner had knocked her out of her song, the crimson glow of her eye dissipating back to silver.

"F-Fuck", she'd grumble, tossing the brain aside and pulling herself to her feet, grasping at her limp arm. She'd bite into her hoody to muffle herself as she pulled up, popping the dislocated shoulder painfully back into place. "F-fuck, "she'd repeat again. The other spider had ignored the blonde and focused on her, likely due to what she did to its partner. She'd merely stick her tongue out at it and taunted, hoping to enrage the creature beyond reason.

-50 for fullbringer shinanigans

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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

290/340 REIATSU

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Brain in a jar

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[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

With a sly smile, Shizuka nodded at her friend as soon as she made it clear that she could fight. From what she could tell, these Hollows weren't particularly strong, so that would make this easier. They were big and mean, sure, but still weak. It had been a long time since she was able to just stretch her abilities a bit without having to worry about the world around her crumbling. The only problem with this was the fact that she had another person here who could get caught in the crossfire. No matter how well-trained Shizuka was, she could still be dangerous to her allies. She had to be careful.

"Am good bait~"

"Bait?"

As the girl covered her face with nothing but her mechanical eye glowing beneath the hood's darkness, Shizuka couldn't help but wonder what her idea was. The odd speech threw her off, as well, but the surprise didn't last long before a sudden use of Soul Command made the Fullbringer realize what was going on. She had clearly been focusing on something, and after following the girl's gaze, Shizuka found that the thing she was focusing on was the ground beneath the spider Hollow's feet. Amazingly, it was manipulated in such a way that gave her an opportunity to strike. She could do nothing but stare.

The attacks were quick as the girl delivered quite a blow to the back of the Hollow's head. The punch was followed by words that Shizuka recognized as what had been sung before, but now not backwards anymore. She was truly talented if she were able to speak this way without much effort, and that was enough to make Shizuka tilt her head with confusion as she tried to figure out this girl's powers. Did singing have something to do with it, or was it her ever-shifting mechanical eye? Did something give her strength or was she naturally strong? Well, at least compared to these beasts.

Second after second, another attack was delivered. The Hollow she'd mounted crumbled into nothing within a matter of moments as she gored him, almost making Shizuka feel bad for it. Before long, though, the other Hollow saw an opportunity and slashed at her, throwing her off of its partner. Clearly injured after taking the hit, Shizuka watched as the girl tended to herself, attempting to fix that which had become dislocated. Yeah, I've been there, Shizuka thought to herself, remembering what it was like for her thirteen years ago. She also had a number of dislocations to deal with. But now, as she tilted her head from side to side and stretched her shoulders, she stared back at the remaining Hollow.

"My turn."

Using the stronger version of Soul Command that was rightfully named Soul Dominance, Shizuka grinned confidently as she raised her hand and yanked a traffic light along with its pole completely out of the road. She manipulated the metal in such a way that it formed a point on the end like a giant skewer, then sent it flying at the other Hollow, stabbing it through its chest and wrapping the metal pole around its body to restrain it further. Using Soul Dominance a second time, Shizuka opened up the ground beneath this creature and created a hole big enough to contain it, giving it the opportunity to fall in before she forcefully closed it again. The only thing that was left was the head as it was expertly severed from the rest of its body due to the earth closing in so quickly.

"A little bit less effort on my side, I guess, but I don't like getting my hands dirty if I don't have to."

Shizuka approached the girl and offered her hand, extending the invitation to help her up. It really wasn't every day that she met a new Fullbringer. Actually, now that Kazura was sort of MIA, she didn't know whether or not there were many more like her out there. Whether they had moved out of Karakura or not was beyond her knowledge, but this was precisely the reason why she started opening Xcution up to other races. It was all dependent on strength if she wanted to accomplish her goals, and sometimes super strong people would appear in the form of something that wasn't a Fullbringer. That was completely fine.

"I'm Shizuka, by the way. I'm sorry that you got caught up in that mess, but they were probably attracted to your voice just like anyone else would have been. Are you okay? Do you have a name?"

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{Shizuka's Stats}

Strength - 200 Points

Speed - 300 Points

Spiritual Pressure - [400] = 1000 Points

Reiatsu Strength - [500] = 1250 Points

Light Aura - 80 Points

Dark Aura - 20 Points

Instinct - [200] = 100 Points

Senses - [200] = 100 Points

Energy Sensory - 0 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Total SP: 1800 Points

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{Shizuka's Skills}

[Weapon: Firearms] {3}

[Stealth] {3}

[Strength of Will] {3}

[Battle Analysis] {3}

[Analyzing] {3}

[Charisma/Leadership] {2}

[Martial Arts: MMA] {2}

[Honeypotting - The art of manipulation to obtain information. Basically, a girl gathers enough information about her target - male or female, doesn't matter - and dresses accordingly or changes how she acts to be able to get them to do whatever she wants or tell her what she needs to hear.] {1}

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{Soul Dominance (Mastered: - 80 TTP)}

Technique Name: Soul Dominance

Class: 4

Technique Type: Human World Dweller Technique

Usable By: Fullbringers Only

Technique Element: Varies

Technique Description and Effects:
This technique is an expansion of the basic racial ability of Fullbringers to manipulate Souls. Through extra training, the user of this technique can manipulate souls on a much more grand scale. This technique costs 150 Reiatsu and, as a result, can actually achieve combat useful manipulations. This technique can be used to manipulate raw elements up to the size of the user. It still cannot manipulate release weapons, and cannot manipulate the personal effects of an opponent such as clothing if there is not Reiatsu Strength Superiority.

How to use technique: Manipulate Souls on a grander scale than before

Drawback: Reiatsu Cost. Stamina Drain

Made By: Kyomei

Reserved?: No

Shizuka's Remaining Reiatsu: 9,700 (-300 for Soul Dominance x2)

[Mirim Frost]

My hoody is ruined. :(

Her shoulder's pain throbbed as it got used to being reattached. If anything it was sobering, something she wouldn't need reminded of again. Still she was alive, had the monster gone for any other tool and method of attack she'd be ripped to shreds. The focus of the remaining hollow was on the silver haired girl, but it wouldn't get anywhere close to moving towards her before being impaled and pinned to the ground.

What came next would be an event she could never forget even if she tried. It was if the earth itself woke from its slumber and yawned, the hollow falling in before it closed again, the ground looking as if it were never disturbed. Mirim stared a bit at the head just laying there, starting to decompose and fade away like the other. The goopy acidic blood on her hands would also start to fade away into whispy, black smoke like material until nothing was left.

"I'm Shizuka, by the way. I'm sorry that you got caught up in that mess, but they were probably attracted to your voice just like anyone else would have been. Are you okay? Do you have a name?"

Shizuka had come up to her to check in, make sure she was alright. The gesture was a bit forign to her, as with most things in this world, but her guess would be the correct one. She'd accept the offer, her hands clasping the ones outstretched and pulled herself up. Her hands patted herself down, knocking the loos dust and dried blood clinging to her clothes. The light of her eye would scan over herself, looking over herself for any unknown damage.

Thankfully there were none, other than the pain in her shoulder. Her favorite and only hoody was not so lucky. There was a lesson to be learned here. A Hollow's blood was naturally acidic and thus ate through clothes. If there was any solace in this mess she made, it was that the hollow blood disentegrated relatively quickly with the rest of its body, leaving the black crop top beneath the hoody and her shorts untouched.

"Well met!" Mirim would turn her gaze up to Shizuka, first noticing how much taller she was to her, and secondly seeing no damage on her at all, not even soiled by dirt or blood. Mirim could have just sat back and avoid risking injury considering how the more powerful one dispatched the pair of cannibalistic spirits with ease. "I'm Mirim Frost". The short woman would bow slightly, still not accustomed to the traditions here in this land.

"I.. um", she'd struggle to find the right words for the first time in her miniscule life. She was glad for Shizuka's arrival for sure, but she would have wished they could have avoided this mess. If the girl hadn't come here to sing, those two might not have arrived here. "Sorry.. Thank you!" She'd squeeze the words out and look around at the destruction and carnage, as if there were any survivors remaining. The adreniline pumping through her veins cooled off and her body relaxed, as did the pools of tears welling up in her eyes.

Mirim was an emotional creature, more so due to her fragmented, barely held together soul. The power of song pulls and tugs her soul in either direction's extreme. Though not the case here, there was a bit of guilt festering in her chest. Due to the chaos, there weren't as many casualties as she thought, but more than enough to make her stomach churn. She'd spin about to face Shizuka again. "Go somewhere else?", she'd suggest, wanting to take this conversation elsewhere. she had so much to ask and she was having trouble.

"Don't speak well", she'd explain, rapping her knuckles over her chest, explaining the short phrases she found herself restricted to. Outside of singing, her ability to speak more than three words was hard to do without a bit of pain of her end, something that this conversation wasn't worth it in her eyes. The silver brilliance of the cross-pattern upon her eye would shift again, sinking down into a light blue as she held back the tears. "Speak in threes"

"I apologize..", she'd say once again. She didn't feel right in dragging anyone into the messes she sometimes caused. In Los Noches, remorse wasn't a present comodity. The few pleasant encounters were made out of necessity to survive. Here in this place? Such things did not translate over well. Unfortunately, the target on her back did seem to follow her and many got caught in the crossfire. "Let us go?"

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SPD 50 [34]



RS 25 [17]



SPR 50 [34]



INS 50 [34]



SEN 50 [34]



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DARK 50



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Brain in a jar

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[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

This girl was sweet even if she was a little weird. Shizuka could relate. When she was a teenager, those two words would probably be the first ones to come to mind to describe her. Actually, that was probably still the case even now, much to her annoyance. Being sweet was totally fine, but being weird was occasionally insulting. It definitely depended on who used the word and how it was used. Either way, Shizuka meant it positively, so she gave Mirim's hand a firm but friendly squeeze before letting it go after she stood up, giving her a chance to brush her clothes off. Shizuka's clothes, thankfully, remained untouched. Mirim's hoodie didn't have a lot of luck, though.

The tears were a bit surprising, and Shizuka immediately panicked, looking around at where her bags may have gone. She caught sight of them off to the side and gestured to Mirim to wait just a second while she quickly ran over, grabbed something out of them, and brought it back over to the girl. What she pulled out of her bag was another black hoodie, though this one was cropped with a Fall Out Boy emblem on it from their most recent So Much (For) Stardust album. Given how short Mirim was, it wouldn't look very cropped on her unless she raised her hands up, but maybe it'd do. The hood was slightly over-sized, so it'd cause a shadow over her face just like the damaged one did. It wouldn't replace any emotional attachment the girl may have had to the article of clothing, but it was a gift nonetheless.

"Here you go. You can have this. You're a bit shorter than me so it may be a little big, but I think you'd look awfully cute in it."

She smiled, and Mirim asked a simple question. "Go somewhere else? Don't speak well."

"Oh! Um, of course!"

"Speak in threes."

"Oooooohhhh, I get it. Okay. We can go somewhere else!"

With another apology and attempt at initiating their departure, Mirim managed to intrigue Shizuka tremendously. She was another Fullbringer, but she seemed just a little bit weaker. So she was practically a baby! Aww, how cute. Shizuka remembered those days all those years ago. She'd unlocked her Fullbring at sixteen, so it had been quite some time, but it wasn't every day that she got to meet a newbie. It had been quite some time in general since she'd met another Fullbringer, honestly. She tended to like hunting these people down and adopting them, in a way. She felt like she understood herself pretty well and liked the thought of teaching them how to be strong.

Almost nonchalantly, Shizuka led Mirim away from the destruction that the two Hollows caused, allowing the police and whoever else to come over and investigate. They wouldn't have seen the two Fullbringers, so Shizuka wasn't worried about getting found out. She made sure of that when she flexed her Reiatsu and scared everyone into leaving. What she was really worried about was getting Mirim to a space where she felt comfortable to talk, even if talking was going to be limited. Shizuka couldn't help but feel like this was reminiscent of a character from an anime she watched who had to restrict his vocabulary to sushi ingredients or something like that to avoid hurting himself. The thought made her laugh.

"I hope you're okay with tea. That always soothes my voice when I talk too much, and that happens a lot."

A few blocks down, there was a coffee shop where Shizuka had a bad habit of frequenting with all new people she met. The last time she'd been there, she brought a massive hulk of a man who turned out to be the biggest sweetie pie she'd never met, and someone she kept very close to her heart. This time, it was a small girl who needed a safe place to go to express herself. Shizuka hoped she could provide that for her. She didn't want this girl to feel any more ostracized than she might already. Sadly, the blonde knew how that could be. She'd dealt with it before, even if it were years ago. The memories don't always go away entirely.

Once they arrived, Shizuka waved at the shop owner who was casually standing by the register of the café. The owner returned the gesture and pointed over to Shizuka's usual table which, of course, remained empty. She came here a lot. Shizuka led Mirim to the table, pulled a chair out for her, and had her sit down. She texted her assistant, Felicia, to send someone to pick up the rest of her shopping bags and Felicia reassured her that it would be done, so the fact that she had completely forgotten them didn't bother her anymore. After having a seat across the table from Mirim, Shizuka rested her chin upon the backs of her folded hands as her elbows propped themselves up on the table, elevating her head without requiring her to use many of her own muscles.

"Feel free to order anything, Mirim. It's on me today. You don't owe me a dime." Tilting her head, Shizuka gave her a friendly grin. "Mind telling me why you're here?"

[Mirim Frost]

Speak in threes~

Her tears were held back for the most part, but she didn't expect to illicit a response from Shizuka. The reaction was enough to distract Mirim enough for the tears to drain, leaving a pair of puffy cheeks and reddened eye. Shizuka quickly returned with her bags, probably from a lucrative shopping spree given the quality of the bags. Shizuka would give her a new hoody. Mirim's eyes widened at the offer and considered denying the gift. It was a high quality.

A voice would play back in her head, a phrase once stated by her mother. "Don't reject gifts if they come. To do so is embarrassing to the one providing the gift. Don't be rude if you can help it." Mirim hesitated but took a deep breath and grasped the bottom of her tattered hoody, heaving it off in a single throw of her arms, revealing the athletic crop top beneath, as if she were planning to go to the gym afterwards. It was, unfortunately, the only bit of clothing she owned at the time, which made this gift even more precious.

Mirim nearly snatched the hoody from Shizuka's hands, careful not to seem too desperate and wiggle into it. The hoody was soft against her flesh and was quite warm. Though the sleeves extended beyond her hands, Mirim found it to be quite cozy. If there was anything to cheer her simple soul up, this was a good way. "Thank you~", she'd muse with a rather awkward bow that flipped the hood over her head.

As they moved out the area, Mirim would tear at the sleeves of her previous hoody, creating a long strip of fabric. She'd wrap it around her head, ensuring it'd cover up her mechanical eye. It didn't dawn on her until now that it would give too much attention to her. "I like tea!", she'd answer at Shizuka's suggestion, though she was skeptical about it fixing what was actually wrong with her ability to speech, but she couldn't deny something other than water.

She'd follow along quietly and closely, still a bit on guard from the events prior. Also, wolfy wasn't around still, which worried her a bit. She theorized it may be do to Shizuka's presence. From what she saw, she was pretty strong and dispatched that hollow without a modicum of effort. As they entered the coffee shop, she'd feel a bit more comfortable. There was a humble, cozy environment here, and the smell made her feel at home, weirdly enough

Sensing she'd be asked some clarifying questions, since the two seemed to share a commonality in their abilities, she'd also ask for a pad of paper and a pen from the person behind the register, who gladly gave it over with a comment along the lines of "Awwwh, cuuute~". She'd sheepishly take the pad and pen back to the table. She'd set the pad down and look over the menu, and though she could read it, she didn't necesarily understand many of the options.

Mirim set down the menu and placed her finger on the option that said "tea" She'd smile excitedly, answering "Tea. With sugar" As for the other question, she did feel a bit uncomfortable about it. Dispite her naivity, the cairvoyant nature of her soul meant she remember a lot and could draw the lines between each memory. Every memory handed down soul to soul since her proginitor, the original Frost. "Long answer?", she'd ask and paused a few seconds to allow the unspoken timer to reset. "Or short?"

"Um.. Short will do~"

Mirim thought a lil longer on how she wanted to tackle it. there was no reason to hold anything back, given this woman just saved her life and gave her an article of clothing. Already she's done so much for her. Shizuka *could* be trusted. She'd break out the pad and drew a circle and wrote above it "Your soul". "Whole", she'd explain, then she'd draw another circle, erasing pieces of the circle and drew fragmented lines that connected them. Then she'd scribble some bandaids over the seperated cracks, holding them together. She'd write above the circle "Shattered".

She'd place a hand over her chest, pressing firmly over her heart. "Not functioning properly.", She'd sigh and tap her skull, urging the thoughts to churn. "Speak in threes", she'd repeat, then paused for a few seconds. "Write in threes", she'd continue. "Singing doesn't count." She'd smile and set the pen down. "Repeating phrases to.", she'd add. "For example..." Mirim sighed and thought back to the first thing that came to mind that Shizuka had said to her, or was spoken in earshot.

"Here you go. You can have this. You're a bit shorter than me so it may be a little big. but I think you'd look awfully cute in it.", she'd state, using the phrase following the gifting of the hoody as an example and demonstration. At first, one might find this repition mocking, but when she chose to do so it lacked that obviously mocking tone. The tone in her voice matched that of shizuka's, reflecting any emotion or inflection that may have tagged along the phrase. That made it sound nearly identical, only that their voices differed. It was an impression, a good one at that. To those hearing the two phrases and compared them digitally, they might find the octaves differing just slightly. Others might find this unnerving. Mirim even repeated any gestures shizuka did when gifting the hoody, even holding out her arms holding up something invisible.

"Understand?", she'd ask, curious if she needed to clarify. These rules were integral to her communication. "If go over.", she'd state before taking the pen and starting writing a phrase, "Speak in three..." She'd bite into the hoody to gag herself then wrote out "Words" At the conclusion her body would freeze, her mind losing its track. Pain flared in her throat and head as if her head were trying to implode in on itself. She'd breath heavily into the hoody, the gag doing its work in muffling the otherwise loud groans that erupted from her chest. As the pain subsided and her mind reset, she'd drop the hoody and lean back into her seat, dropping the pen. "Sorry. Necessary. Understand?"

"why I'm here.", she'd get to the point of the question and chuckled under her breath. "I like Singing"

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RS 25 [17]







SPR 50 [34]







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Brain in a jar

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[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

Regardless of how troubled the girl seemed, she was awfully adorable. She had gladly accepted the gift Shizuka gave her, forcing a strong sense of accomplishment onto the Fullbringer. She couldn't hide her happiness and decided she wouldn't even try. Her main goal was to make sure Mirim was as comfortable as possible, so part of that came from not coming off as scary. She was heavily suppressing her power, not wanting to cause a scene. It wouldn't be just Mirim who could sense her Reiatsu, after all. With how she was at this point, even regular people would be able to feel it. This was made clear earlier when she forced them all away from the Hollows.

After giving Mirim some direction on giving Shizuka the short version of her story, she sat quietly and gave the girl a chance to explain herself using the pen and pad she got from the barista. They were waiting for their drinks anyway, so given that they had some time, it would be good for Mirim to have an opportunity to explain herself a bit more. Shizuka didn't want to take that from her, after all. She was the one who invited this girl to go get some tea, so she wanted to be a good hostess of sorts. What Shizuka wouldn't realize, though, was how much she'd have to use her brain.

Mirim began drawing a circle trying to explain the difference between a whole soul and a shattered soul, claiming that she was experiencing the latter. With a concerned face and a raised brow, Shizuka listened to the explanation, only borderline understanding. From what she could tell, something about Mirim was broken, for lack of better words. This damage, though, seemed to still not hinder a specific talent of hers. Despite the issues that she had, she was able to completely, almost perfectly, mimic Shizuka's voice. Actually, it wasn't just the voice. The actions were the same, as well. Shizuka couldn't help being impressed, leaning against the table with her chin on top of her interlaced hands.

Unfortunately, Mirim seemed to have a bit of trouble shortly afterward and prevented herself from speaking, though this prevention turned into something that looked like she was in pain. Shizuka all but leaped forward to try to help Mirim, but she soon realized the girl was actually okay, handling herself on her own. With a sigh of relief, Shizuka sat herself back down and saw that a woman was bringing them their drinks. The woman set both mugs down in front of the ladies with a smile and promptly dismissed herself. At least they could be alone now.

"I see. Well, I like your singing, too. But if I understand correctly, it was almost as if you were... made? Maybe that's not the right word. The way you talk makes it sound like something in you is flawed, almost like you were someone's creation instead of being born."

It was only a theory, but it was something Shizuka was interested in trying to figure out. Mirim seemed nice enough, so there was some hope that she'd be comfortable sharing the rest of her story one day. Part of why Shizuka said she wanted the short version anyway was to avoid giving Mirim a hard time with talking. If she had such restrictions, there was a possibility she wouldn't be able to hold long conversations the same way other people could. The shroud of mystery was so interesting. Maybe she would be okay with giving Shizuka a chance to get to know her better. That would take time, but she didn't mind spending more time with this girl.

"Even if I'm wrong, your situation is fascinating to me. I hope you don't mind the excitement. It's been a long time since I've met another Fullbringer, and you seem to have such an interesting story that makes me want to learn more about you. I don't want to mess with your restrictions, but... I don't know. Your mimicry is phenomenal."

[Mirim Frost]

Mirim, the Derived

Shizuka showed some concern when Mirim displayed the consequence of pressing the rules she was forced to abide by, which was the point after all. Allies and friends should be aware of the things she was capable of, as well as those she isn't capable. The small rulebreak did nothing but inflict pain, an intense pain for sure, but ultimately a harmless one when everything is said and done. The compassion reinforced the broken fullbringer's belief that Shizuka was one to be trusted.

The more experienced fullbringer hit the nail on the head with her interpretation of the basic overview of her origin and base ruleset, which would prompt a bit more in depth explaination. After all, this was a conversation, and Mirim relished every moment in which she can speak. The smaller woman stripped a couple more pieces of paper. "Yes, I'm created", she'd answer casually before putting her pen to work.

She'd draw four circles, playing off the foundation set before that these are souls. Above each one she'd lable them in order from left to right: Aurum Frost, Cassandra Frost, Miranda Frost, and Mirim Frost. Below the circles she'd right the method of which the soul split. Below Aurum and Cassandraw she'd draw a third of a circle and completed it with dashes, labeling the solid portion with "1 third soul", and beneath it "True Split"

Beneath Cassandra and Miranda she'd draw a circle identicle to the one before accept she'd label it different. "Transfer to fetus". It was a strange labeling, but it was difficult to explain in only three words. Mirim looked up from the drawing explaining. "Soul transfer on" She'd took a moments pause to let the internal clock reset. "conception." She'd then write by Miranda, "Died". She'd then shade a fourth of Miranda's circle and label it as "Hollow Corruption."

Beneath Mirim, she'd draw a fourth of a circle and an arrow from the hollow corruption to her, labelling it as "Corruption purge". She'd then draw another line from Cassandra to Mirim's circle and then completed the soul with dashes. She'd glance up and tap the mechanical left eye, the light of the cross patteren upon it glitching from the tap. "Saved." She'd notice the kind woman bringing her drinks and slid the drawings to Shizuka.

She'd take her cup into her hands, the warm sweet-tea warming her chilled her cold hands she didn't realize was trembling. Her lips quivered, the plastic cup brought close. She'd sip on the concoction, the heavenly goodness taking her tongue by the muscle and leading her to the promised land of calmness. She'd sigh and set the cup down, exclaimed in satisfaction. The next thing out of shizuka's mouth bewildered her and flattered the girl in equal measure. She'd laugh, idly flipping the pen through her fingers seemingly as a nervous tick.

"T-thank you~", she'd nod. "for kind words." She knew Shizuka was doing everything in her power to keep her calm, and it was working, but she did just see some of the most gruesome acts in her recent memory. It's different seeing hollows shred and massacre each other on a massive scale in Hueco Mundo. Its another experience all together seeing the human element introduced. Though she contained the memories of her ancestors, it felt more vivid when the memories were her own.

She used that word again, or did she? She's heard the term 'Fullbring' here and there, but as she continue to encounter people like herself, she'd start hearing in more and more. To be truthful, the young fullbringer was unaware of what she really was. She had a human form, that's true, but these abilities that have started to awaken were foreign to her and her memories of the past. "What is Fullbringer?"

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SPD 50 [34]

RS 25 [17]

SPR 50 [34]

INS 50 [34]

SEN 50 [34]

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LIGHT 50

DARK 50

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SP 325/1600



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Brain in a jar

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[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

The little bit of explanation that Shizuka was able to get started to make a lot of sense. Mirim clearly wasn't a normal person, yet she had the powers of a Fullbringer. She came from other people but wasn't born. How she managed to become who she is despite who she hailed from was an area of curiosity, but Shizuka was content for the moment. She really did meet such unique people in her life. This world was amazing. She didn't know what she would do with herself if she ever lived in a normal universe somewhere out there in space. Were people more bored there? Did they have to find other forms of entertainment? Were they basically just like the regular humans here? Did they even exist?

Shizuka rested her cheek on her fisted right hand as her elbow helped stabilize the rest of her arm against the table. Lost in her own thoughts, she stared at the woman sitting with her and tried to figure out a way to make the conversation easier for her. There were other forms of communication that could potentially work better than speaking in threes like how she was restrained to do, so perhaps that was a work-around they could look into together. Obviously, Shizuka had no way of knowing if that would work out or not. This was a new experience for her. She'd keep thinking on that for the moment and instead redirect her attention to answering Mirim's question.

"You don't know? Well, that's okay. It took me a while before I totally got it. Fullbringers are humans, so we're a little squishy compared to the other spiritual beings out there, but we're hardy. We can take the soul of a cherished item and manipulate it into something we fight with. For example, my shoes have been in my life for what feels like a million years and they were gifted to me when I was younger. They transform into my weapon. Sometimes, when I don't feel like wearing them, I tend to tote them around in a bag or something so I'm always prepared."

She moved her foot out from under the table and showed off her golden shoes that were mostly covered by her dress pants as only the toe portions and tips of the heels peeked out from beneath the fabric. It had been years now. Her aunt gifted these to her when she was younger, and it took time to grow into them, but she'd become obsessed with them from day one. Once they finally fit properly, like magic, they manifested into what became her Fullbring. After some years of practice, she mastered her ability to use it and was thankful for it. During that time, she also came to realize what else she could do.

"Our ability is also called 'Fullbring' which is where our identifying name comes from, but we have the innate ability to manipulate the souls of basically anything. Almost anything. Usually objects. Anyway, that's why you were able to move the ground earlier when you focused on it. You can also do small things, sort of like..." She trailed off and waved her hand over her tea willing it to change its shape enough to create a cone that extended out of the top of the mug before shifting back to regular fluid. "And even greater feats like what you saw me do with the light poles. Fullbringers can use the entire world as a weapon. Take advantage of it and practice it until you master that ability. I would be happy to show you one of my favorite techniques, if you're interested?"

Soul Dominance. Shizuka's right-hand move. The overwhelming strength of her Reiatsu gave her the ability to manipulate objects in such a way that far surpassed that of any other Fullbringer she knew about. It was simply a greater version of Soul Command - something Mirim could already do on her own, to some extent - but it allowed for far more flexible uses. Every Fullbringer should master this technique, and Shizuka had no problem teaching it to someone who needed it. The only problem was that Shizuka could tell, at least at first glance, that Mirim was so very new to this stuff that she may not be able to learn it immediately.

"Well, eventually. I can at least show you how I do it and you can practice any time, or even meet back up with me once you unlock your Fullbring abilities when you get a bit stronger. I can teach you everything I know."

[Mirim Frost]

Reflection vs Connection

Though she figured Shizuka wouldn't understand the method of her origin, she'd surprise her by seemingly understanding all of it to a point. There was more to it, given the when and why this method was chosen and would be continued to since the foundation of the realms' current state to present time. One need not look anywhere else for the consequences of such a method than Mirim herself with her fragmented soul patched up by donations of a previous generation of the same soul.

It was convoluted, but Mirim's predecessors though it necessary to preserve the memories passed down generation to generation, as the soul cycle could damage or wipe these memories clean. Still, this explanation to anyone sated that desire to tell her story to anyone who'd listen for now and would for a time. There was plenty time to speak and discuss this further at another time. Besides, there were more interesting and pressing topics, like this ability she'd be found to have.

Shizuka would explain the basics of fullbring such as its name and usage, explaining it was the same ability she displayed against the hollow only about an hour or so prior. Having a name attributed to this ability meant there were more like her and shizuka, which meant further that she wasn't alone here. Names have power, and having this name may help her utilize the ability more effectively rather than actively reaching out and using her feelings alone to use it.

"Connections and synergy,", Mirim noted from what she heard. Shizuka mentioned and showed her the shoes she wore, clad in beautiful gold. She mentioned the connection and implied that through that connection, she was able to transform it further. Mirim was aware of a shinigami's blade and that it took time for the weapon to reflect the soul and transform that way. The ability to bond with an object's soul and synergize more or less with it allowed one such as herself to transform it. It was a similar concept, but wholly different altogether, and that intrigued her.

"Fullbring, Fullbringer, interesting~" After a neat demonstration from the more senior Fullbringer, the junior would attempt to mimic that, reaching out with her soul to link that with the tea. It was warm and she could feel the small sugar crystals floating about the solution of tea and sugar. She'd focus on lifting it, using the cup's shape as a side and slid the mass of liquid up and out of the cup, holding it for a moment to get accustomed to the shape then carefully allowed it to lower down back into the cup, with only a few drops missed due to the difficulty of the effort.

"I am interested.", she'd answer, the spark of excitement pulling her from this bit of nervousness and horror that gripped her before. Delving into her memories often spooked the girl, as the near endless expanse of knowledge tucked away in her mind and soul left her feeling she knew very little despite it all, that no Frost before her truly knew as much as they believed they did before soul-splitting into the next generation.

Having something to work towards helped keep her positive. Whether it be getting stronger, singing, or just experiencing this new world helped. She'd be stupid and dense if she didn't take whatever this offer was turning into. This Soul Dominance seemed necessary, especially after seeing it in action when she displayed it to her and those monsters. "Ima get stronger", she'd declare enthusiastically, the pinkish hue of her eye spilling out beneath the wrapping serving as an eyepatch. "Not saved again.", she'd tack on. If there was anything that a Frost had, it was a sense of will and self-reliance. If she couldn't help herself, then she'd never be able to contribute to those around her.

"Well... maybe~"

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{Spoiler}{Spoiler}Type: Soul Specialist Version 2







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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

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Street Fighting 1

Pain Tolerance 1

Battle Focus 1

Focused Eye 1

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Acrobatics 1

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Halfbringing moments

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[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

Mirim caught on quickly, which wasn't surprising. Fullbringers always had an affinity for souls and that's what made them so unique and special. Noticing that the girl tried to imitate Shizuka's party trick, Shizuka did a subtle lean to somewhat block Mirim's practice from view so that no one got too suspicious. With a light smile on her face, she tried to make the motion seem as natural as possible so as to not embarrass her new friend. Figuring out that these things were possible was such an exciting moment, so while it wasn't a shock that Mirim wanted to test it out immediately, Shizuka knew that performing such things in front of normies would be a problem. So, of course, she wanted to try to hide it from them a bit.

The sudden exclamation of interest in being trained sparked Shizuka's pride in such a way that made her feel like a teacher. She couldn't properly remember the last time she ever trained another Fullbringer, if ever, and this was probably the easiest kind of training session she could ever do. Sure, there had been times where she met members of other races who wanted some pointers here and there on fighting and stuff like that, which was fine, but this was someone who was exactly like Shizuka in spirit. That meant a lot to her and made her very anxious to get started, with that feeling reinforced further by the clear devotion Mirim had to learning everything she could.

"I have no doubt you're going to be incredibly strong, Mirim. You just need a little nudge is all. You may not need a knight in shining armor to come save you, but until you're able to properly unlock your abilities, don't ever worry about asking for help from time to time. I'm not going to let anybody hurt you until you're comfortable enough to be on your own. Deal?"

Gosh, it's been forever ago now. Shizuka was in a similar situation with an old friend of hers who had since passed. Kento Sasaki, her first real boyfriend, introduced her to the world of Fullbringers back when she was in high school. He pushed her to the limits and forced her to transform her shoes into what would become her weapons. They were sparring after she learned she was even remotely spiritually aware, and his harshness had almost broken her in that moment. He had been so sweet and loving only to turn around and threaten her life, all for the sake of discovering what her powers were truly capable of. It had been a trick, obviously. It was explained afterwards that he only did this because Shizuka's aunt told him to. He had no true intention of hurting her. It was definitely a crazy way to learn about this stuff.

"For now, why don't you finish your tea and I bring you to an open field where I can at least teach you a few more simple things that you can practice? From there, your control over souls will become so strong that you'll be able to learn technique variants of Soul Command. Fullbringers are able to manipulate absolutely everything around them. Learn how to use that to your advantage and you'll be unstoppable."

As Shizuka extended her invitation, she'd wait for Mirim to finish her drink since she'd finished her own moments before while she was lost in her thoughts. Once the girl was done, Shizuka would get up and motion for them both to leave the shop, taking a short stroll down the sidewalk after they made their way outside again. Now that the initial craziness from the Hollows attacking had calmed down, both of them walking to the field wouldn't take too long, so they would arrive shortly. This would give Shizuka the chance to show Mirim what she meant by being able to manipulate the world around them without any prying eyes. Even if someone were to walk by, though, the blonde knew exactly how to scare them back off.

[Leonie Dallmann]

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