Crystal Clear (Fuuko/Iroka)

[Miranda Frost]

Miranda was troubled. Never before had she met another who was as volitile. Well, that wasn't true. Her daughter was also swingy, but there were rules involved. As flame rises so does it fade with her. With her it was possible to navigate a conversation in a manner that wouldn't cause her to explode. Fuuko though? Miranda didn't understand the woman enough to navigate their conversation properly. Honesty didn't work. It was true that she had shifted squads. The reason for this was hidden under the surface of her words. She'd volunteer to be shifted out of her own honor, her own compassion for her fellow shinigami.

 As one serves in this organization, they form bonds, friendships, loves. Miranda did not, could not. Something innate to her nature left her unaproachable at times. Why should she deny the bonds of others by having them be repositioned in another squad? Nay, she took the burden upon herself. In squad 10, she held the squad together when the upper leadership dissapeared. It was painful. It was hard work, but damn it all she did her duty. Squad 10 admired her for this. Squad 1 was struggling under the sheer weight of bureacracy and correspondance. When Captain Celes took the reigns of squad 10, she'd move to assist the captain commander during this time. It was there she truly learned how to run a division, at least on the administration side. She'd smooth out the rough communications, allowing the soul society to rebuild after it was attacked by Hell itself. Is this not in itself not honorable?

 Perhaps it was too grand, too big of a mountain for Fuuko to percieve. Those with volitile emotions can often have these emotions cloud their perception and judgement, no matter how control they might think they have. Miranda noticed this early on in her career and focused and meditated to remain in control. If she didn't the inbalanced soul within her being would have been ripped asunder. Such things bettered herself and those around her. Was this not enough to satisfy the requirement of Duty? To say she was irratated would be an understatement, but she knew that a lack of understanding caused many problems for her in the past.

 Miranda accepted this and chose to be patient. If she couldn't be patient for her subordinants, then they would never accept her, not that Fuuko accepted her anyhow. Kazu and Iroka were her balance, their bonds close and strong. For this reason, she expressed her wishes for Iroka to be present, even to participate if she wanted. Miranda wanted Fuuko to fight, release all that built up steam and clear her mind. Under a clear mind rationality will have a chance to take hold. She may think of this as a clash of ideals, perhaps, but the source lay solely in Fuuko's mind. It was Fuuko's duty and responsibility to make sense of herself and see the world around her clearly. Miranda would do whatever it took to help her.

 The area she chose for this fight was wide, a parade ground ment to address the Gotei 13 as a whole. Here they would have all the room they needed. If she becomes so uncontrollable, she has the ability to unleash her Coloseum, though such a thing would be used only in the most dire of circumstances.  She'd stand there in the center of it all, silver eyes looking over the beautiful canopy of stars above, the full moon providing ample light for their training session. As the others got comfortable here she'd turn to them.

 "Goals of this engagement are simple. I want you to come at me as hard as you can. Be witty, be experimental. That weird technique or maneuver lingering in the back of your mind? Try it, test it, refine it.", She'd call out to them, clutching the steel helmet in her hands, a momento of those never given the chance to make their own decisions. "I will put in only what you do. Show me your cards and so will I. All shinigami are my family and I would see to it all can handle that would comes next."

 Miranda spun the greathelm and lowered it atop her head. Her breath was cool, her spiritual pressure translating her exhale to a soft mist. She felt the zone of her influence as if she existed in every space of it. She could feel the reishi ebb and flow with the gentle breeze.  The Captain drew upon her spiritual pressure, molding it, shaping it. Before her a disc of crystal would form, forming in the blink of an eye. It'd hover there unmoving by her will alone. She'd take a step upon the disc, centering herself on its 3 foot wide diameter. Additionally she'd pull in reishi to her flank.  Another disc would form with the same dementions as the disc but took the shape of a shield. On the right flank a longsword would form, its length also three feet. They hovered their, unmoving, undisturbed as if it had always been there.
 
 Frost looked upon her two subordinates, the blade dipping on its own, pointing its tip in a ready stance. The shield would move closer to her side.  "Come then. Reveal unto me your fighting spirit, your undaunted desire to rend me asunder. Show me this truth of yours.", she'd call out in challenge, hand gesturing them forward. 

 "Oh, I almost forgot.", she'd reach into her coat, and pulled out a pair of small, 3 inch by 3 inch by 3 inch sized cubes and held it out before her. It'd float over to them just remaining within her domain's influence and parted, dropping the cigarrette Fuuko had flicked out in disrespect of her and her office. "In the future, refrain from flicking your cigarette butts in my office"

-250 for 5 spiritual constructs.
Constructs active:
Disc 750 durability
Shield 750 durability
Sword 750 durability
Block 750 durability
Block 750 durability

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{Stats and Skills}stats:
Reiatsu: 9,750/10,000
Perma Release 3
Class 2

Strength - 100 Points
Speed - 150 Points
Spiritual Pressure - 400 - 1000 Points
Reiatsu Strength - 400 Points
Light Aura - 75 Points
Dark Aura - 25 Points
Instinct - 150 Points
Senses - 100 Points
Energy sensory - 100 Points
Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Skills:
Strength of Will: 4
Martial Arts: Hakuda: 3
Battle Analysis: 3
Cold Tolerance: 3
Kido: 3

[Satoshi Fuuko]

Fuuko hissed as she stepped into the open area Captain Frost had designated for them to fight. After the confrontation, the blonde was still running pretty hot. Still, Fuuko could feel the chill in the air as the new Squad 4 Captain stepped forward and made her proclamations.

It seemed the two of them were near opposites in every way. Miranda was cool and patient. She saw this as a test or experiment. A puzzle to solve. Fuuko was a piece that just didn’t fit into Miranda’s idea of how things should be.

Fuuko, on the other hand, was a bonfire. She wasn’t completely running out of control, but everything Miranda said and did seemed to be just another log to stoke the fire. Fuuko listened Miranda’s rules and turned her head. She then raised her hand that was balled in a fist. Then, she extended her middle finger.

“Kisama… Fuck you!” Fuuko barked. “I wish you had some fuckin balls on you so I could kick them Into your stomach!” Fuuko snorted. She thumbed back at Iroka. “She is my family. My brother is my family. I respect the law, but people who give our squad, my squad, the squad you took control of shit, cause they think we’re pussiies. Cause they think we’re just here ta clean up shit and make their fuckin boo-boos better are not family, they are coworkers. Those pricks can get treated here and we’re always gonna bail their asses out, but I sure as fuck ain’t goin out ta eat with em and gettin chummy. Fuck that. Respect is a two-way fuckin street. And no one gets ta be part a my family until they at the very fuckin least earn my respect!”

Fuuko snorted again and set her left hand on the tachi that hung at her side. She puffed out her chest. “As far as this goes…” Fuuko made a circle with the finger on her free hand. “You are someone keepin my seat warm until I’m strong enough to be worthy of the seat.”

Fuuko lowered her head “We both know as long as you have Bankai and I don’t, yer stronger than I’ll ever be.” Fuuko lifted her head and grinned. “So how about you see if you can stop me from beatin the shit outta you without it and whenever you can’t take the ass kickin any longer, you yell out Bankai and then shut me the fuck up? How about that, Taichou?”

Fuuko’s fingers tightened around the hilt of her zanpakutou. She was ready to go, but then she saw the cigarette butt land near her. She glanced at it and then looked back at Miranda.

“Heh… haaa!” Fuuko cracked a genuine grin for the first time since they arrived. She scratched the back of her head and her cheeks flushed. “Eheh, we’ll… sorry about that, taichou. Won’t happen again…” Fuuko looked away and closed her eyes. After a moment, she opened them and looked at Iroka.

“Oi, sis! Why don’t you give the signal ta start this shit up?” Fuuko barked to Iroka.

[Munemasa Iroka]

Frankly, Iroka was not sure why she was here. She had been summoned to a large parade ground, along with Fuuko. And they had both been summoned by none other than the new captain of the 4th. Iroka was still trying to get the feels of this woman. She seemed to care about the 4th Division, but was it a care borne out of duty at having been given a job and not wanting to fail at it, or was it a care stemming from the understanding of the peculiar nature and challenges of what had been, for so long, regarded as the most useless division in the Gotei 13?

In any case, Iroka was the sort of person to give another the benefit of doubt. Fuuko, not so much. A smile came unconsciously to her lips as she thought of her sworn sister. They were so different, and somehow they still managed to get along seamlessly. Even after their recent serious fight. Iroka did not like to think too much about it, for she had been just a hair's breadth from allowing her inner Hollow to take over. But she'd managed to control it, and all had ended well. Or had it?

If this meeting was going to be something battle-inclined, Iroka wasn't certain how much she would be able to control herself. Still, she would have to try to make sure the Hollow never got to surface. Fuuko, she trusted. Fuuko already knew her dark secret. Miranda, she could not be certain about. And given the Captain's cool exterior, she could not say whether Miranda would be the kind of person to keep secrets, or report her, or attempt to execute her on the spot.

In any case, things were going exactly as Iroka had suspected they would. Fuuko did not seem to be pleased. And Iroka absolutely understood why. Still, the blonde's crassness made her cover her face with both hands, as Fuuko slung disrespect at the Captain. She actually did agree with Fuuko's sentiments at not buddying up with those who had always insulted and bullied her division, though she suspected she would have used an entirely different set of words. She actually did giggle at Fuuko's embarrassment about the cigarette stub. She'd been expecting a bit more sass....

"Eh?" Iroka asked, almost jumping in alarm as Fuuko practically yelled at her. "Wait, am I the referee here? If so, I would very much like to wear one of those striped shirts that they usually wear. Walking zebra crossings. Haha!" There was a pause. Miranda had not called names when she had given the rules of engagement for this 'meeting'. "Wait, am I going to be fighting too? I just had my hair done...." There was a sigh, then she looked at Fuuko.

"How do I give the signal? On your marks, get set, go? Okay, but yeah, we've started the shit up... or something." She turned to Miranda. "Okojo-sama--" Miranda would have to bear with that nickname (stoats are very cool animals though, so why not?) "I have no desire to rend you asunder, but I think I can show you a bit of my fighting spirit." The carrot top clapped her hands together, and then drew them apart, a violet cuboidal battier expanding between her hands as she drew them apart. In the box floated a sword, Iroka's zanpakutō.

As the barrier dissipated, Iroka grabbed the sword and pointed it at Miranda, though her words were aimed at Fuuko. "Ready sis? But of course you are. Ganbare, Shugyoku Hirenaga!" If the goal of this event was to throw their all at Miranda, then there was no point in drawing things out. Best to get to the fun parts as soon as possible.

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{Battle Info}STATS
Strength: 70 (-50%): 35
Speed: 200
Reiatsu Strength: 180 (+50%): 270
Spiritual Pressure: 400 (+50%): 600 [Reiatsu: 6000]
Instinct: 50
Senses: 100 (-50%): 50
Energy Sensory: 00
Healing Expertise: 400

Light Aura: 100
Dark Aura: 0


SKILLS: 18/19

Mental:
Analyzing: 2
Strength of Will: 3

Battle:
Hakuda- Shintenken: 2
Battle Analysis: 3
Kidō Mastery: 2

Body:
Mental Incantation: 1
Cold Tolerance: 1
Damage Recovery: 2

Utility:
Crafting/Forging: 2

Tech Used: Shibien (Cinematic); Released Shikai (200 Reiatsu)

Technique Name: Bakudō #??: Shibien [Purple Forbidden Enclosure] [CINEMATIC]
Technique Class: 4 - 20 TTP
Technique Type: Kidō - Bakudō
Usable By: Kidō-users
Technique Element: Space-time
Technique Cost: N/A
Description: A kidō which provides the user with a dimensional space, which can be used to store and retrieve items. The barrier usually takes the shape of a colored, transparent, violet cuboidal construct. This is quite a versatile kidō, and is primarily used as a storage bakudō, though it may be used offensively (purely for plot reasons, no more). When storing, the barrier is formed round an object, and then vanishes along with the object. For retrieval, the opposite is the case: the barrier appears with the object within, and vanishes, leaving the object behind. It may be used offensively by trapping an opponent’s body part within the barrier. Then the barrier will change color to golden, as whatever is trapped within the barrier gets severed from the rest of the target that is outside the barrier. It is difficult to store living things in the Purple Forbidden Enclosure, but it can probably be done with the use of additional equipment. This kidō requires hand motions, but no verbal casting, and by restricting a caster’s hands, one can prevent them from casting this kidou. A plot device. Can only be used offensively on a target, if express OOC permission is granted by the target’s RP controller, or to perform stylish kills on mobs or in other cases where it won’t be considered powerplaying or godmoding. Cannot be used to cause damage in a PvP fight, unless express permission is given. If any misunderstanding arises about damage caused, the final ruling is that no damage whatsoever was caused by this technique. This cannot be overruled in any way.
How to Use: Hand motions
Drawbacks: Cannot normally be used in PvP to cause damage. Restraining the hands renders this technique unusable.
Incantation: N/A
Made By: Munemasa Iroka
Reserved?: No

Reiatsu: 5800

Edited to include Shikai release cost
Miranda Frost | Satoshi Fuuko

[Miranda Frost]

 Miranda was relieved. When thoughts fester, they often corrupt. The mind reacts to this on a person to person basis. One may become irratible and volitile. One might bottle it up and seal it away until it cannot be stored any longer like herself. One's a continuous, raging blaze while one is a ticking time bomb. The damage that both can cause is nearly identicle. Of this, she can relate to her subordinate.

 When she spoke of the squad's image, miranda nodded, her shield and blade lowering slightly as she listened intently. Every shinigami that served in the Gotei 13 was aware of this stereotype or partook in it. The result is quite sad. You get those in squad four who buy into the stereotype to avoid trouble and sometimes you get those who actively rebel against it, which is no easy feat in itself.

 A stereotype can't be punched in the face or cut with a sword, which is something every shinigami coming out of the Academy might attempt to do, as it is what they know, but you can redirect it. A stereotype without legs to stand on is an obvious lie and when it becomes so blatantly false, even those of no experience in the service will begin to question it.

 Like with all enemies, one must understand the problem. Here it was the stereotype and how it can hold Squad 4 back as a whole. One must understand the reason it exists. When squad 4's duties largely take them away from major fighting, from places where many eyes are watching, the power and skills Miranda's squad would largely go unnoticed.

 There are many ways to combat this, and none of them are quick. One: Miranda takes the reigns of her division and forces them into situations they might not be entirely ready for. Though their strength will shine, the morale of the division will falter and will foster resentment against her seat as Captain, breeding insubordination and undermining her authory.

 Two: She lets the division make its own decisions to reflect their best interests and use her leadership to uplift these ideas and wants and fight for them. This gives the squad as a whole the power and relies on the higher seated members to flex their leadership and expertise they've honed over the years in the service. Like Miranda would rely on her lieutenant and higher seated members, the higher seated members would rely on the lower seated members, thus creating a cohesive chain of command.

 This is the method Miranda chooses to lead. Its not one that seeks glory or accomplishment but rather the interests, needs, and desires of the unit she leads. Miranda would serve as the face and representative when communicating with other squads and the Captain Commander, but largely the organization would be designed to run itself.

 There were some caviats, though. Miranda sees the value of having a speciality in medical training and expertise as no other squad appears to have it, though the Captain also recognize that at the basic level, every shinigami is a soldier, one willing to lay down their life in defense of the Soul Society. Squad 4 must not forget this, or the direction of the squad may go entirely into a non-combative role, which defeats the purpose of a Court Guard Squad.

 Miranda smiled at Fuuko, ignoring the blazing inferno of her words and listening only to the meat of it. The Captain was pleased to know that the Squad's reputation would inevitibly go in the direction that Miranda, Fuuko, and many others under her command, wanted. She admired her desire to make change and that desire for this Hoari, as Miranda once had the same wanderlust for it. "Ha! Shut you up? Didn't I say I will not tolerate held tongues? It is you in the higher seats that truly run the squad, this truth is the same for any other division. It would be foolhardy to not hear the words I need in order to properly do my job."

 Her eyes flicked to the seemingly absent minded Iroka, who had forgotten why this training was being conducted in the first place, but rolled along with it, and summoned forth her blade and release it. The two sisters stood together ready to fight, but didn't charge at her, not yet. They would find that the Captain wouldn't be the one to initiate this bout. If they wanted it, they would have to take it and bring the fight to her.

 Miranda was a defensive minded fighter, always thinking on how to outlast and protect her comrades in the fight. As a Captain, one of her duties were to protect her squad if it came down to it, and her powers greatly enabled her to do so. Had her unique properties hadn't been developed in the way that it was, she would have likely been a Bakudo specialist, but alas she had no talent for Kido of any type only with the limited, specific toolset gifted to her by her blade.

 "If the changes you seek are truly the mountain you wish the climb, I will support you as long as I am able. It isn't something achieved in a single night, but as long as you stick to that fire in your gut and let it reflect in your leadership, you will see the changes you want. It's a hard road, but the rewards are bountiful not just for yourself, but those who follow in your wake."

 "Iroka, I need not remind you, but your sister will continue to rely on you on the road ahead. You just gotta work on that memory of yours. It's easy to get lost in uncharted territory~", She'd advise with a cool, yet soft inflection in her voice. She knew the two relied upon each other heavily. The captain knew this even before their first meeting. As it turns out shinigami loved to talk to one another


Munemasa Iroka@ryin

[Satoshi Fuuko]

Fuuko raised an eyebrow at Iroka. The orangette had her ways, unusual as they may be and Fuuko smiled and nodded. "Here I am bein selfish again." Fuuko said. "I'm sure you have yer own feelin you need to express to the captain as well. As much as I wannt her all to myself, that ain't right. This about the division as much as my own personal feelins." Fuuko watched as Iroka released and grinned. She felt safe around Iroka's zanpakutou. She was sure Miranda was in for it. 

Fuuko quickly snapped back to attention as Miranda spoke again. With Iroka released, she supposed the captain was probably expecting the same from Fuuko, but that just wasn't her style. "Fuck! Maybe it's yer voice or somethin, but all the shit that comes outta yer mouth just really pisses me off!" Fuuko barked. "But yer right about the division's heart beatin through us." She thumbed at Iroka then herself. "The seated officers are the ones who still have a do all the communcatin between officers and the rest of it."

Fuuko shrugged and pulled up her fists. "Anyway, even though Iroka-chan's released, don't think it's just gonna be that way with me. Sis is the only  person that's ever seen Shukketsubuki's initial release and it's gonna stay that way. I haven't even shown my brother, so why would I show you? It ain't how I roll anwyay." Fuuko explained. "Either way, enough of this fuckin chit-chattin. It's pissin me off!" Fuuko looked at Iroka and nodded. "Let's GOOO!" 

The first thing she wanted to see was how strong these ice blocks were and how well Miranda could control them, so she lewered her shoulder and put her full strngth into trying to slam into it and drive it backwards into Miranda if possible. Her strength was 600. At the very least, it might give her protection from thr polearm Miranda had made.  As reckless as she could be, Fuuko was still fighting an unknown in Miranda and needed to test the captain's limits, as it were. 

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Reiatsu: 3400/3400 - Blood Bank: 000 - | Unreleased Tachi |

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{Stats & Skills}Stats:

Reiatsu: 3400

[[Strength - 400 Points (600) +50%
Speed - 300 Points
Spiritual Pressure - 272 Points (340) +25%
Reiatsu Strength - 45 Points (31) -30%
Light Aura - 95 Points
Dark Aura - 05 Points
Instinct- 75 Points
Senses- 68 Points (51) -25%
Energy sensory - 40 Points
Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Total: 1200/1200 SP]

Current Skills 15/15
• [Battle Focus] {1}
• [Pain Tolerance] {2}
• [Lack of Fear] {2}
• [Zanjutsu] {1}
• [Strength of Will] {2}
• [Damage Recovery] {2}
• [Bleeding Tolerance] {2}
• [Anti-Stealth] {1}
• [Blood Scent] {2}

[Munemasa Iroka]

Iroka was pleased that Miranda did not seem bothered with Fuuko's brash persona. She was sure that a good number of other people would probably be offended by the blonde's running mouth. Iroka, for her part, somehow found that aspect of Fuuko to be one of her endearing points. Fuuko was about as dignified one could get, but she was always honest. That Miranda encouraged this was a good sign, at least in Iroka's opinion. Perhaps she would get to know more about her new captain in this interaction.

As Miranda pointed out that Fuuko would be relying on Iroka, the carrot top blinked in mild surprise, though she said nothing for the time being. She'd always been the burden on Fuuko's shoulders, she had thought. That Fuuko would need her support was as encouraging as it was sobering. In any case, Iroka was going to try her best not to let her sworn sister down. Before, she would have probably been overwhelmed by the scope of the responsibility of someone as strong as Fuuko relying on her. But she was learning not to sell herself short. Most times.

"Oh, there's no point in giving any advice about my memory, Okojo-sama," the ginger-haired girl said with good natured frivolity. "I'm a lost cause. Nothing can be done about it. Still, my brain remembers the important things... kind of... but that's enough for me. I'm not going to sweat the little stuff. And Oni-chan says I'm smart..." here she fondly nudged Fuuko with her elbow, "so I'll just think my way out of uncharted territory. Besides, unknown variables are so exciting!" Iroka, after all, was a product of the 12th Division.

Fuuko's refusal to release reminded Iroka of their fight, and the fact that Fuuko had used her released zanpakutō to fight Iroka. That fact made Iroka feel honored. At some point, she had been worried that Fuuko had not been fighting her with everything the blonde had; Fuuko was, after all, quite powerful. That Fuuko did not normally show her release to people, and Iroka had seen it, made the carrot top feel special. In any case, Fuuko wanted to fight, and in peak Fuuko fashion, charged in to shoulder-rush one of Miranda's ice constructs.

This was going to be fun. Iroka knew she was not the best at combat, but if there was any place she shone, it was in rendering support. One could say she was the quintessential Division 4 Shinigami, seeing as that Division was designed to offer support to the rest of the Gotei. Pity that most other Shinigami felt that such support made them inferior. But it was when one was injured that one realized just how important a support was. The fools of the other Divisions failed to realize that no one grew in isolation. Fuuko could hog the spotlights in the clash with Captain Frost. Iroka liked the sidelines better.

She took no particular action, simply moving alongside her blonde friend, as Fuuko tested the strength of the ice. Her eyes were watching for what Miranda would do in response, and prepared to formulate a counter-response to that.

Miranda Frost | Satoshi Fuuko

[Miranda Frost]

 There wasn't much for Miranda to say in response to the two's resolve and initiation of the the combat, but she did make a mental commendation on their ability to deduce that the cubes were just as much of a threat as the weapons she made. Despite her years of training and combat, she never quite got over the limitations her ability held. The strength of her constructs were tied to her spiritual pressure's strength. The sheer density and weight of her presence of this world kept those constructs formed.

 Miranda watched as her subordinate struck against one of the cubes, hoping to see the result. That would help gauge her strength. Though her assumption wouldn't be accurate, it would be better than normal guess work here. After all, she knew the weight needed to hold that shape. The amount of damage able to be inflicted upon it would help the captain understand just how close or far from this weight Fuuko was in terms of sheer strength.

  The impact sent an audible crack through the air as her charge cracked the cube's structure. The captain grinned from behind the helmet obscuring her face. In this situation, if she wanted to incapacitate her subordinate, she could change the velocity of the cube to roll down off her shoulder then back up into her face. The densely packed reishi colliding at its maximum speed could, at the bear minimum, knock the woman out if not tearing her head from her shoulders.

 However, she wanted to know more about her subordinate, what made her tick. She wanted to understand how she utilizes her strength and power. Such things is necessarily to properly utilize one's subordinates. She took a deep breath and reversed its velocity to match the movement of Fuuko just enough for the cube to seem like it was Fuuko driving it back, giving just enough resistance to play into the little illusion. The other cube would simply burst into a cloud of harmless crystalized reishi that twinkled in the moonlight above. It was times like these one had to admire the aesthetics of one's own abilities.

 As Fuuko pushed the cube, she herself would enter into her zone of influence. Miranda would continue to allow her to push the cube closer and closer until she could see the deep cracks caused by her strikes. "Two, if not three, strikes from her would be enough to break a single construct. That's quite powerful for someone of her level." One direct punch from her would be all that was needed to take out the captain, but that wasn't saying much. She would first have to be able to get into that position in the first place.

 Frost relaxed and lowered the sword by her hand and let the cube Fuuko was pushing to dissipate, shattering as if it were her own strength causing it to break. In the cloud of crystalized energy she'd male a new construct, that of the shape and size of of a cigarette inches from the subordinate's face. Would she continue to charge into it, she may find it quite rooted in space if she tried to move it, though attempting to break it was also an option. If she moved out of the way, so long as she moved below or equaling its speed(600 speed), Miranda would simply move the false cigarette to remain in the same distance and position in front of her face.

 The captain felt the corner of her mouth twitch and begin to water. Admittedly it had been a couple years since she had last smoked. This interaction with her new subordinates had brought that old craving back up to the surface. She could still smell the scent of her favorites. "Hey hey hey! Smoking is quite bad for you. I have to admit, it is quite hard to quit when it's hovering so close to your face.", she'd tease playfully. Though it seemed like her focus was on Fuuko, it wasn't entirely excluding Iroka. Her shield and sword still hovered at her side ready to intercept, and the floating disc she stood upon was ready to move her out of arm's reach if need be.

-50 For Crystal Cigarette 
Constructs active:

Disc 750 durability

Shield 750 durability

Sword 750 durability
Cigarette 750 durability

Reiatsu: 9700/10000

[Satoshi Fuuko]

Fuuko pushed with all her might and felt the initial crack as she slammed into the wall of ice. She drove it into Miranda' sphere of influence and, probably as Miranda desired, thought that she had cracked it and caused it to dissipate with her own strength. What was left, though, had Fuuko pausing before she could even clap back. She stared at it and then raised an eyebrow. The blonde reached up and touched it and shivered. She then clasped her fist around it and gave it a tug to try and move it. 

"Heh..." She grinned and looked past the ice molded cigarette. "Quit?" She hissed and clicked her tongue. "What? are ya afraid it's gonna kill ya! Heh! That explains so much, though. I have some shit that will damn near put ya in a coma." Fuuko mused. "We could have passed the pipe back and forth and been real good fuckin pals. Too bad, though, ya quit." 

Fuuko squeezed the cigarette. She put all of her effort into trying to crush the icy stick into power. She grunted and clenched her teeth as she did while she stared at the captain. "Why the hell would we want some quitter in this division, taichou?" She snarled. Suddenly thoughts of her own brother formed in her head. He had quit too. Given up on his dream because he wanted to chase a promotion. Fuuko's eyes narrowed. 

"Rrrrghhhh...." 

As she squeezed harder and harder, Fuuko grabbed the hilt of her zanpaktou with her free hand. She glanced at Iroka. She knew she was being a pretty hard headed bitch, but she didn't care. Miranda had to know who her top subordinates were and Fuuko didn't give out her trust too lightly. 

Her grip slipped down the handle of her zanpalutou and as her spiritual pressure flaired, even as she continued to squeeze, she pulled out her zanpakutou and whipped it out of it's sheath. As she unsheathed it, it was coated in golden Reiatsu and as the tip was exposed, Fuuko unleashed the glowing reiatsu in an arcing, airborne slice aimed at the captain. 

"Sakugen!" 

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Reiatsu: 3375/3400 - Blood Bank: 000 - | Unreleased Tachi |

Blood Collection - Passive [0] |

-25 Sakugen

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{Sakugen}
Technique Name: Sakugen (Cut)

Technique Class: 7 - 10 TTP

Technique Type: General Shinigami.

Usable By: Shinigami, Vizard, Rogues.

Technique Element: N/A

Technique Cost: 25 Reiatsu.

Description: The user pours Reiatsu into their body, and their sword, and releases it in a mighty slash attack. A small slash of Reiatsu shoots outwards, and can cut with the same force as the user, if it hits. It also bypasses the cutback effect, as well as comes with the user's weight. It feels like it hits the enemy with the user's body weight, on top of cutting into them or their tools.

How to Use: Charge and slash in an instant.

Incantation: N/A.

Drawbacks: It drains some Reiatsu and some stamina, but also comes with a requirement. One must have a minimum of 200 in strength to be able to use this technique, or it cannot be used.

Made By: Ozuru Ren.
Reserved?: No.

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{Stats & Skills}Stats:

Reiatsu: 3400

[[Strength - 400 Points (600) +50%
Speed - 300 Points
Spiritual Pressure - 272 Points (340) +25%
Reiatsu Strength - 45 Points (31) -30%
Light Aura - 95 Points
Dark Aura - 05 Points
Instinct- 75 Points
Senses- 68 Points (51) -25%
Energy sensory - 40 Points
Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Total: 1200/1200 SP]

Current Skills 15/15
• [Battle Focus] {1}
• [Pain Tolerance] {2}
• [Lack of Fear] {2}
• [Zanjutsu] {1}
• [Strength of Will] {2}
• [Damage Recovery] {2}
• [Bleeding Tolerance] {2}
• [Anti-Stealth] {1}
• [Blood Scent] {2}

Munemasa Iroka

[Munemasa Iroka]

Iroka watched as Fuuko smashed the ice construct that Miranda had created. The Captain used ice. And so far, it seemed that Miranda was not just limited to manipulating temperature to form ice, but she was also capable of moving her constructs. That seemed like a highly versatile ability to have, covering both offense and defense simultaneously. Still, Iroka wondered whether it had any possible uses outside of battle. Bleeding stoppage or immobilization of a patient, perhaps?

Iroka also remembered that Miranda had not seemed to draw out any zanpakutō before forming her ice constructs. Had she already released her weapon before the arrival of her subordinates? It was likely. Then again, it could have simply been a non-release technique... or not. Seeing as Miranda had used ice in their meeting in her office, the white-haired Shinigami had powers that revolved around ice. This meant she probably had some unconventional powers, or a permanently released weapon. In any case, disarming her was not an option, as Miranda could easily re-arm herself.

As Fuuko raged at the Captain, Iroka hoped Miranda was paying attention to the blonde. "Carriage of Thunder. Bridge of a spinning wheel. With light, divide this into six! Bakudō #61: Rikujokoro!" With her eyes fixed on the Captain, she extended her hand and cast the spell. Somehow, Iroka suspected Miranda would be able to break free, but a sudden delay in the middle of combat could prove dangerous.

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{Battle Info}
Technique Used: Bakudō #61: Rikujokoro (150 Reiatsu)

Technique Name: Bakudō #61: Rikujokoro (Six Rods Prison of Light)
Technique Class: 4 - 40 TTP
Technique Type: Kidō - Bakudō.
Usable By: Kidō-users.
Technique Element: Light.
Technique Cost: 150 Reiatsu.
Description: Summons six thin, wide beams of light that slam into a target's midsection from all sides, holding them in place. This technique also results in total paralysis, and can even suspend targets in mid-air.
How to Use: This requires the user's eyes to be focused on the target, and their casting hand to be aimed at the target as well. The six beams will then close in, but those who are quick enough or instinctive enough will be able to dodge.
Incantation: The incantation increases the reiatsu strength of this technique by 25%. (I.E. Reiatsu strength of 100 is instead worth 125.) ("Carriage of Thunder. Bridge of a spinning wheel. With light, divide this into six!")
Drawbacks: Reiatsu cost

Reiatsu: 5650

Miranda Frost | Satoshi Fuuko

[Miranda Frost]

 "We could have been pals"

 Miranda's brow raised at the woman's emotionally charged demeanor. "No, I don't think so. The moment you laid eyes on me, I was but a hostile to you.", She'd respond softly with a shake of her head. "I opened my office to you, offered drink, offered conversation, and wanted to know my subordinates better, but that's not what you wanted." As Miranda's strength grew over the years, so did her emotions grew distant. It was all dull to her, but her kindness and compassion for the soul society and the soul reapers that served it never wavered. "And seeing you with that demeanor of yours makes me believe that there was never a chance and will never be a chance, so long as I retain this seat of Captain."

 Miranda watched intently at her movements as she gripped the crystal, squeezing it. She was indeed strong, but that crystal was made by compacting reishi with the full force of her uncontrollable spiritual pressure. Though she damaged it, it was not enough to break it as her pressure far exceeded her current strength. As Fuuko gripped her sword's hilt and moved to swing in such a telegraphed way, yelling out the name of her technique, Miranda simply, and simultaneously rose in altitude atop the crystal disc she stood upon while the crystal in her tight grip sped to the ground (at a full 600speed), possibly carrying her arm with it and throwing off the aim of the technique. "Your swordplay is well practiced, Fuuko."

 "Though Kazu and Iroka have been open and honest with me, you've yet to reveal yourself, where I have revealed myself to you.", her voice was stern, but not angry, nor frustrated, but tired and mildly remourseful. "Does it not make sense for a Captain to know the capabilities and desires? A captain's duty is to their squad. How can I assist you if you don't reveal this to me." The sword and shield would make way for her arms as she raised them up, grasping her helmet. The claws of her gloves clinked with the scorched steel of the helmet as she slipped off the helmet, propping it up  on the tip of the blade that moved to point skyward.

 "I will not claim to know what isn't spoken to me, but I've been through the trials you have been through, that all shinigami rising the ranks will eventually come to." She'd flatten her hand across her chest, covering her slow, calm, beating heart. "I bear countless scars, and I bear them for you and every shinigami taking up the sword, for the Soul Society is in need of you, in need of Third-Seats, Lieutenants, and even Captains, and its my honorbound duty as Captain to foster this growth."

 As she spoke, her focus had admittedly been drawn to Fuuko, allowing Iroka to get a clean cast of her Bakudo. Beams of light surrounded her and clenched down on her midsection, rather close to the positioning of her hands. Quick thinking allowed the Captain to move the hands slightly, raising her arms just enough to catch the ring of light  forcing them against her person. Her steel-grey eyes widened in surprise, and a soft smile grew on her face. Had Iroka fought Miranda only a handful of years prior, this would have ended the fight. This bakudo was strong and efficient in detaining individuals, but to those whose uncontrollable, powerful spiritual pressure was their ally, (the fact she caught the ring with her release weapon, the gloves, helped a bit as well),  she merely needed to focuse the weight of her pressure down through the tips of her claws, squeezing the ring until it shattered, the fragmented structure of kido raining down from her form until they'd eventually dissipate.

  "Excellent work, Iroka. You've managed to catch me tunnelvisioned. That initiative will take you far.", she'd praise, nodding her head to the ingenuity in siezing the advantage, still the matter with Fuuko wasn't resolved. "I will not be captain for a squad that will not allow me to do my job. I have debts to pay to squad 4, that is true. Perhaps letting one who has been with Squad 4 since their beginning would be more suited."

 "Perhaps you are able to handle the administrative burden more than I. Perhaps you even share the same ideals as I and want nothing more than the betterment of those they lead. Perhaps you are even able to set your emotions aside for those same subordinates." Miranda sighed, lowering down from her disc and stepping off to the ground. The sword, shield, and disc would begin to orbit around her as she calmly walked towards her, but never letting her guard down. "You leave me much to interpret from your indirect language, Ms. Fuuko. As Captain, I must rely on the council of my seated personnel, you included."

 "That being said.", She'd say, turning to face Iroka. "Ms. Iroka, this includes you  as well. Your voices are invaluable to your captain, whether that be me or anyone else that wears this hoari. What say you in this matter? What have I done to draw such ire? Hm?", she'd glance to Fuuko, anticipating a physically hostile action to her approach. Her stepping off her disc and removing a bit of mobility wasn't without thought. Perhaps they'd think her more vulnerable when she wasn't floating around omnidirectional. The faux cigarette had been allowed to dissipate within Fuuko's grasp.



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Disc
Sword
Shield

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{Stats and stuff!}Perma Release 3

Class 2
CTP: 7465
Ryo: 9000

Stats:

Strength - 100 Points
Speed - 150 Points
Spiritual Pressure - 400 - 1000 Points
Reiatsu Strength - 400 Points
Light Aura - 75 Points
Dark Aura - 25 Points
Instinct - 150 Points
Senses - 100 Points
Energy sensory - 100 Points
Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Total SP: 1400 Points
Trained SP: 900/900
Class SP: 500

[Satoshi Fuuko]

Fuuko narrowed her eyes as she watched Miranda. She had been yanked by the cigarette, but refused to let go. She was now almost kneeling as Miranda hovered. Her golden eyes leering at Miranda as she spoke. "When our eyes met, you were already Captain. You didn't so shit but patronize us and tried and get us to sit down and shut the fuck up with some fuckin shallow ass pleasantries! Do you think a comfy couch and a cool drink gives you my fuckin heart!? Fuck you!" 

Fuuko watched as her diversion seemed to work- until it didn't. "Damn." Fuuko growled under her breath as Iroka's Bakudo didn't have quite the success Fuuko had hoped for. She grit her teeth as Miranda continued to preach to the both of them. As she did, she dexterously flipped her zanpakutou so that the pommel was facing towards Miranda and the blade curved off in the opposite direction.  She narrowed her eyes and bent her knees as she watched Miranda come at her. 

"It's funny... yer the first person whoever said I was hard ta read! Then again... I know you got ice powers and you ain't got a clue what my  zanpkutou does. My heart beats fast. Yer heart beats slow. That's all there is to it. Maybe they'll never beat in time, but I think yer thinkin about it too much, really. I meant what I fuckin said!" 

Fuuko's foot collected reishi under it and she used Shunpo to shoot forward towards Miranda. She stopped within a meter of Miranda. when she stopped her foot was already glowing again. This time it was charged with the golden glow of her own reiatsu and when she planted her foot, a shockwave as strong as Fuuko's punch (600) shot out in all directions from the Shunpo: Eichi. Fuuko used the shunpo to continue to propel herself at Miranda, this time lifting up a knee and aiming it for the captain's gut. 

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Reiatsu: 3200/3400 - Blood Bank: 000 - | Unreleased Tachi |

Blood Collection - Passive [0] |

-25 Shunpo

-150 Shunpo: Eichi

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{Shunpo Eichi}Technique Name: Shunpo Eichi

Class: 4

Technique Type: Kidō

Technique Element: None

Technique Description and Effects:
The "exploding Shunpo" technique. This allows the user, for a cost of 150 Reiatsu, to initiate a Shunpo. This Shunpo releases far more power, so anywhere within a meter of the user will be hit with an explosive shockwave equivalent to the user's physical Strength when the Shunpo is used.

How to use technique:
Stated above.

Drawback:
Stamina drain. Reiatsu cost. Can only be used twice per post.

Made by: Admin

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{Stats & Skills}Stats:

Reiatsu: 3400

[[Strength - 400 Points (600) +50%
Speed - 300 Points
Spiritual Pressure - 272 Points (340) +25%
Reiatsu Strength - 45 Points (31) -30%
Light Aura - 95 Points
Dark Aura - 05 Points
Instinct- 75 Points
Senses- 68 Points (51) -25%
Energy sensory - 40 Points
Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Total: 1200/1200 SP]

Current Skills 15/15
• [Battle Focus] {1}
• [Pain Tolerance] {2}
• [Lack of Fear] {2}
• [Zanjutsu] {1}
• [Strength of Will] {2}
• [Damage Recovery] {2}
• [Bleeding Tolerance] {2}
• [Anti-Stealth] {1}
• [Blood Scent] {2}

Munemasa Iroka

[Munemasa Iroka]

Iroka was alarmed at the ease with which Miranda freed herself from the binding spell. While the Captain praised her initiative, Iroka had to wonder whether she had achieved anything, maybe aside just wasting reiatsu. Still, she decided she would not attempt to beat herself up over her perceived lack of success in snagging the snow-haired Shinigami. It did suggest, though, that she needed to improve on her offensive capabilities. Or at least her ability to restrain an opponent.

Iroka listened quietly as Miranda asked questions, inviting the carrot-top to contribute answers. Frankly, Iroka had no issue with the present Captain, although she perfectly understood, and even felt a little bit of the displeasure Fuuko was so good at displaying. For the moment, the ginger-haired girl chose not to reply, instead watching carefully to see what Fuuko was up to. It seemed to be a powerful but straightforward attack. Even if Iroka could not hold Miranda down, there were other things she felt she could do.

Lifting a hand again, the orange-haired Shinigami cast another spell, this time not bothering with incantations. The power of the spell did not matter, with what Iroka had in mind. "Hadō #33: Sōkatsui!" As the spell was comprised of blue fire, a sudden burst of bright blue flame would hopefully take Miranda's attention temporarily off Fuuko, allowing the blonde to execute her knee unhindered, if things worked well. still, Iroka was careful to angle her shot so that if Miranda chose to dodge, it wouldn't hit Fuuko.

"I don't think you've done anything to deserve my ire, Okojo-sama," Iroka finally answered. "However, you must understand that there are a number of issues arising from your taking of the position. Firstly, from my observation of you, I might be wrong, but you have shown no expertise in healing, so far. Even though Oni-chan is a fighter through and through, she has abilities that support the fundamental purpose of our division. How will you thus provide guidance for your subordinates in the hospital?

Secondly, this division has been berated and reproached for no reason other than the fact that its officers are less inclined towards violence. We are supposed to be medics, but have been further insulted by being forced to serve as janitors for Seireitei, because, according to others, we're useless otherwise. The lowest of the low graduates are passed into our division, because we're considered weak, useless. Does your presence not exacerbate the idea that we cannot hold our own, and as such need someone from another division to defend us?

You have rightly said, on different occasions, that you owe a lot to the Yonbantai. So do many others, but you are one of the few that has shown your gratitude. For this, I thank you. But there are other divisions out there that lack captains. If my memory serves me well, at least three divisions go without a Captain. Why did you not choose any of these other divisions? In my opinion, having a debt is not enough. If someone saved you in the past, would you make yourself their lifelong slave to show your gratitude?"

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{Battle Info}
Tech used: Hado #33: Sōkatsui (100 Reiatsu)
Technique Name: Hado #33: Sōkatsui (Blue Fire, Crash Down)
Class: 5
Technique Type: Kido
Technique Element: Fire
Technique Description and Effects: This technique is a more powerful version of Hado #31, releasing a fireball of blue flames that’s about half as large as an average person in size. The impact of this fireball leaves first-degree burns upon impact, and has more impact force than Hado #31.
How to use technique: Speak the spell and point hand towards the target.
Incantation and Effect: “Ye lord! Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Truth and temperance, upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws!” With the incantation, this spell gets a 20% increase in Reiatsu Strength (i.e. if Reiatsu Strength is 100, this is treated as 120 with incantation).

Reiatsu: 5750

Miranda Frost | Satoshi Fuuko

[Miranda Frost]

 Ah so that's what it was. Miranda's meeting with the three was because it was necesary in order to get the foundations of a working relationship between captain and subordinate. The offering of tea was customary and polite and the establishment of free exchange of thoughts was something her Captain's had that she wished to employ herself. This "Open-door" policy was good for morale, both for the Captain and for the subordinate. Miranda had figured if she showed up and acted as if she were captain for the last few years, not only would that be disingenious, it would cause the same reaction out of Fuuko, but squad-wide. Frost liked to get to know the people she worked  with. Fuuko had came in already with a chip on her shoulder, and this preconcieved notion warped how she saw and heard Miranda's introduction.

 From this standpoint, Frost could understand why she'd be upset, as Miranda would have been as well in her shoes. That brings into question what was the newly appointed Captain *supposed* to do? Iroka had already warmed up to her. Upon their first meeting, the intelligent carrot-top had been quite shy, allowing Fuuko to drive the course of the meeting, but opened up more as their talks moved on. Kazu had enjoyed himself a bit as well. Frost was convinced that perhaps she wasn't the problem, but the fact that there was someone in this position at all. Iroka and Fuuko both were prodigies, quickly rising the ranks not unlike Captain Celes or Kimiko. Perhaps if a few months had passed before Miranda was given the Hoari, it would have been given to them instead. Ahh, that was quite problematic, for all of them, if the position was the problem itself

 Her eyes flickered from her thoughts back to life as Fuuko's image shifted and dissapeared momentarily, the telltale sign of of shunpo. The crystal disc would move to cover the line of sight between her and Iroka just enough for her to keep an eye on her. It would seem Fuuko wasn't going to wait for Iroka's response, likely to knock Miranda out of the fight before she could hear the answer entirely. The Captain respected this. This was a fight after all. The sword flicked backwards, tossing the scorched helmet behind her to avoid damaging it before swinging about to point its blade in the direction of where Fuuko would be coming from. "I need to learn to pay attention more."

 First Fuuko was gone, then she was there, right in her face. Miranda was stronger and faster than the average shinigami, but that's not saying much when dealing with people in the realm of high-seated members and higher. To those who hone their strength, one good punch in the right place would end it all. Miranda had went all in when training with her Zanpakuto, so much so that objects she can form are instantly created. The mind is faster than the body and the connection between the Zanpakuto and Miranda's mind had been honed and practiced. Though the gloves weren't all that talkative, it was always watching, always listening, always present even when Miranda wasn't aware.

 Miranda's eyes widened, the boom of Fuuko's mighty foot sending a powerful, colorless wave through the air. She couldn't see it, but it distorted her area of influence enough to get her heart pumping. She needed to act now or it was lights out. Channeling her power through the tips of her claws, she thought of but one word, "Wall". This thought, channeled through her Zanpakuto's power to create would create a thin wall of four three foot by three foot squares of solid reishi crystal in the twinkling of the eye. The wall would be positioned in the small gap between the two combatants and would be damaged immediately by the shockwave, each panel cracking, the spiderwebs of ominous damage ruining the clear construction. Fuuko's fist would plow through them, shattering the crystal not unlike glass.

 This blow, miranda would be able to dodge, if only barely. Had the Captain not been an advanced practicioner of Hakuda, her slightly slower speed here would have guaranteed a blow from the hot-headed brawler. Miranda huffed and twisted her body, her palm pushing at her forearm as she simultaneously jumped back, the sword and shield keeping pace at her side as the Captain slid to a stop.

"-katsui!"

 Miranda grit her teeth and dipped low and minimized her profile as the blue wave of death barrelled towards her, the shield would move down to cover her, angled up as to deflect the kido up and away, angled as to have it dissipate over the nearby buildings rather than cause more issues for herself. Once it had dissipated she stood, the crystal shield damage and steaming. She'd nod intently. The carrot-top's kido skills were quite impressive, able to produce quite potent spells even without the incantation.

 Miranda was adept in the use of kido as well as the principles weren't totally different from controlling her zanpakuto. It was about intent and conveying that intent through energy. Unfortunately, the sheer weight of of spiritual pressure has taken a toll on not only the Captain's body, keeping her from developing it to the extent Fuuko has, but also her mind. Though she could practice kido enough to be considered an advanced user, she could never achieve specialist status as her mind simply couldn't grasp more than a few kido at a time.

 It was nostalgic really and brought a smile to her face, despite the double brush with death she just tangoed with. One intentful punch from Fuuko could end Miranda if she could get through her dense spiritual pressure that kept her shining like a beacon to those specializing in sensing energy. She saw two potential paths before her. Fuuko's path reminded Miranda of her early days, when she was brash and boisterous, picking fights with those who may have stained her sense of 'honor', and being quite the roudy one in a number of bars. back then, just out of the academy, her strength was fairly outmatched when compared to her peers, but her physicality hasn't changed much, if at all, in the years since. 

 Iroka on the other hand reminded the captain of her analytical mind. Had she was mentally able, she would be following the path of a kido master. Even the way she spoke reminded her of her own thoughts. She spoke in a manner she could understand perfectly, unlike Fuuko. Miranda would listen to what Iroka had to say, the shield drifting down to provide a seat for the captain as she sat down atop it. Everything she talked about was valid and probably would have been talked about had they actually had gotten to it before Fuuko stormed out of the office. Such truths did not hurt in the slightest, as Miranda was already aware of such things. 

 It also gave Miranda insight on how broad their grasp of the soul society as a whole worked. It was true that Squad 4's problems were quite self destructive and was a detriment to many shinigami, but there was reasons beyond simply repaying a debt to her appointment to this position. "When I invited you, Fuuko, and Kazu to my office to talk and discuss my appointment, this was what was needed then. I am happy that I am finally getting to what I truly wanted to talk about."

 "As you know, I served as Lieutenant to Squad 1, running it as the Captain Commander oversees the Gotei as a whole. Not a single piece of paper or butterfly would get to him without me reviewing it first. " She'd reply, her hands interlocking its gloved fingers atop her lap. "I am aware my skills are not suited to lead Squad 4 in the long term. I can assure you my appointment is but a temporary one. If you didnt know, the recent demon invasion was a wake up call not to ourselves, but our enemies. New adversaries began popping up, hoping to ride the coat-tails of the demon rampage against the Soul-society. From the ones I've delt with, there has been a cult hoping to utilize its small lil army to harass neighboring districts, rogue Squad 12 operatives hoping to hide a superweapon near the wilderness, and a number of Hellgates popping up in the World of the Living. There is an initiative to raise as many Bankai-users as possible to help defend against future threats. Though we were victorious last time, it was a sloppy victory. Next time may be different."

 "Additionally, it had come to the Captain Commander's attention that a handful of squads were struggling in regards to the reconstruction efforts, Squad 4 particularly. Im sure you've seen the amount of wounded still occupying the surgical wing? Its horrendous. I was appointed to provide supervision to the division. My knowledge on the administrative workings of the Gotei will ensure we get the supplies needed and more quickly than if this squad was Captainless. Additonally, me being here gives squad 4 a voice when dealing with the other captains, but more importantly, the Captain Commander."

 "It is true I desired to come here, but you fail to understand just how little your desires actually matter when your orders get drafted. You may voice your desired position, but ultimately, the appointment will come from someone higher than you. Your orders will be drafted out of your control. I was put in Squad 7 because Squad 11 was rather full and I was predicted to be a physical combatant, which they thought would be useful in law enforcement. When my alcoholism and violent tendencies got the better of me I was transferred to one of the strictest Captains at the time, Captain Hotaru of squad 10, as they thought she could keep me in line."

 "She'd go missing as well as Lieutenant 'Tima of the Kawadas, leaving me to hold the squad together for months as a third seat until Captain Celes relieved me. My actions were noticed by the Captain Commander, and I was given orders to be his Lieutenant. This change was not what I wanted either. Now we come to my appointment here. I was sent on a mission to assist in closing a Hellgate in Russia with little expectation of survival. He declared that I come back ready to don the Hoari, or not at all. I survived, I returned. He concluded that I was ready and sent me here."

 "Now then. You have to understand that orders are drafted ahead of time usually. In this case he had this one ready months in advance, before capable Seated Officers were overseeing it. At the time, Squad 4 was the only choice to send me, as he was expecting Lieutenant Kaien to finally accept captaincy. Had I been sent there and he shortly decides to take it from me, that means I would have been sent to die again."

 She'd take a breath, the long winded explaination perhaps a little too long, but this was a training session, not a discussion. Miranda had *intended* this to be descussed over a cup of tea. "Fuuko, Iroka, one of you will  take this Haori from me, and I will be sent to another squad, but this will not happen until you are ready. However, from what I've seen so far, both of you are close to begin your bankai training, if you haven't started already. Well done."

 Her focus would return to Fuuko, because Miranda was just as stubborn as she was, even if her fire had burnt out long ago. "Fuuko. Everything I've said has been genuine with crystal clear intentions. What I expressed was the kindness I wished was shown to me. To you, Iroka is your family. To me, all of you are. I apologize for misunderstanding you, but you need to take off those tinted glasses before your own misunderstandings gets you or someone else killed or hurt."

 "We were to discuss Squad 4, my reason of being here, and your futures. I remember quite clearly that I told all three of you that tightly held tongues would not be tolerated. I actively encouraged you all to speak. To break the ice, pun intended, as Iroka was nervous and you unsure, I offered you all a drink.  Nothing about how I said or conducted myself in that meeting was *patronizing*, as you say, at all. I know things are tough, but the soul society as a whole is suffering."

 "I won't ask for your apology, but you will recognize that the closer you get to this squad's hoari, the closer to the end this attitude of yours will be. Go into medical ward with the way you've conducted yourself tonight and show me how many people die. This is unexceptable."

 "And before you misinterpret what I'm saying: I am not insulting you. I am *critiquing* you. You've come a long way, but you still have a little bit to go. Continue to better yourself, and you'll make a fine Captain." Miranda sighed and awaited their continued assault. Her power was a defensive one, meant to outlast an aggressive enemy. This makes it the perfect ability to train against. With this she lead many collaborative training events between the offensive and defensive squads. To that end, the success of these trainings was tremendous.

Constructs Up:
Disc
Sword
Shield
-200 reiatsu for four 3x3 plates that were destroyed in post

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{Stats and Skills}stats:
Reiatsu: 9,550/10,000
Perma Release 3
Class 2

Strength - 100 Points
Speed - 150 Points
Spiritual Pressure - 400 - 1000 Points
Reiatsu Strength - 400 Points
Light Aura - 75 Points
Dark Aura - 25 Points
Instinct - 150 Points
Senses - 100 Points
Energy sensory - 100 Points
Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Skills:
Strength of Will: 4
Martial Arts: Hakuda: 3
Battle Analysis: 3
Cold Tolerance: 3
Kido: 3

[Satoshi Fuuko]

"Dammit!" 

Fuuko hissed as she was unable to find purchase against Miranda with her attack. Asthe Captain evaded her, Fuuko dropped to a crouch and watched as Iroka's attack was unable to do much in the way of hurting Miranda either. When it seemed like an attack wasn't coming from the captain. When it seemed like Miranda wanted to talk some more, Fuuko took her zanpakutou and stuffed it back into her sheath. Clearly Miranda was built for defense. That was ok. That meant that Fuuko could fight for as long as she wanted against the captain. A flicker of excitement twinkled in her eye. A twinkle that was quickly snuffed out as Miranda began to speak. 

And speak she did. 

Fuuko was tensed as she listened, but as it continued, her posture changed. Her shoulders slumped and her eyebrows tightened into an annoyed scowl. She listened  but by the time Miranda was finished, even Fuuko was surprised, she hadn't had to stifle a yawn. Thank goodness. She just wasn't the type to sit around and listen to exposition. When she found that the dust had settled and she could get a moment to speak herself, she took a step forward. 

"It's going to feel soooo good to punch you in the fuckin face." She spat. "So, let me just put this in simple terms my dumb ass can wrap her dumb brain around. The Captain Commander had you up on the block to  be Captain for months and he couldn't be fuckin bothered to TELL US WHAT HE WAS FUCKIN THINKIN!? Yer right. the Yonbantai is always  gonna be a mess, even if we ain't a target because of what our job it, but there's some shit out there that's more important than fuckin red tape.  I've never met the Captain Commander, ya know? I imagine he's got more important shit ta do than listen to some low ranked officer bitch, so I tend ta give that shit a pass, but damn." Fuuko shook her head. 

"And don't even get me started on Kaen. If i didn't trust him with my life, I'd have kicked down the Captain Commander's door already and demanded he remove him from his position. He is, at best, through his refusal to take the Captaincy allowing the continuation of bad shit that should have been taken care of and if I hadn't made an oath to the Yonbantai, I would be trainin my ass  off to try and get the Shichibantaitaichou position. Tch. Fuckin asshole." Fuuko spoke of Kaen like she hated the man. Like she found him to be a poor candidate for any  position in Squad Seven, but the entire time she spoke about him, her cheeks were flushed a bright red and her voice seemed like it was on the verge of cracking. 

"A-Anyway! I don't like that yer insinuatin that any one of us has been hidin  themselves from you. Who we really are? It don't take much to figure anyone of us out. I sure as shit ain't afraid ta speak my mind, so I don't know what yer on about that with, but... it don't matter." Fuuko shook her head and raised her fist and clenched it. "This is how I like to chit-chat, taichou, so let's get to know each other reaaal  good. You keep makin those walls, but I know you can throw a punch too!" 

Fuuko cracked her neck and her knuckles  and then ran at Miranda. She was running at full speed but wasn't using Shunpo. "Oi! Sis! Clearly this bitch doesn't wanna see what Shukketsubuki can do, so why not show off a bit of what Shugyoku Hirenaga can! Unless, ya haven't been practicin?"

Fuuko turned her head enough to flash Iroka a raised eyebrow and a little grin before she put up her fists and aaimed a flurry of punches at Miranda as she pushed closer and closer towards the captain. She still hadn't quite figured out the scope of Miranda's shikai yet. She was pretty sure that it was a perma-release style, but what was the extent of the ice creation? Fuuko wasn't sure about that just yet. 

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Reiatsu: 3200/3400 - Blood Bank: 000 - | Unreleased Tachi |

Blood Collection - Passive [0] |

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{Stats & Skills}Stats:

Reiatsu: 3400

[[Strength - 400 Points (600) +50%
Speed - 300 Points
Spiritual Pressure - 272 Points (340) +25%
Reiatsu Strength - 45 Points (31) -30%
Light Aura - 95 Points
Dark Aura - 05 Points
Instinct- 75 Points
Senses- 68 Points (51) -25%
Energy sensory - 40 Points
Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Total: 1200/1200 SP]

Current Skills 15/15
• [Battle Focus] {1}
• [Pain Tolerance] {2}
• [Lack of Fear] {2}
• [Zanjutsu] {1}
• [Strength of Will] {2}
• [Damage Recovery] {2}
• [Bleeding Tolerance] {2}
• [Anti-Stealth] {1}
• [Blood Scent] {2}

Munemasa Iroka

[Munemasa Iroka]

Iroka wasn't too pleased at how Miranda simply neutralized her attack. But it was to be expected; Captains were a whole different level above other Shinigami. Thinking about it, Iroka surmised that she would have been a bit surprised if Miranda had not been able to deal with her attacks. And she was not the best, when it came to dealing damage. There were other people much more adept at it than she was. Her strengths lay in other places.

Miranda proceeded to explain why she had come to the 4th Division. It had mostly been the Captain Commander's decision, even though Miranda had been pleased to take the assignment. The Captain did make a reasonable argument, also proceeding to recount a bit of history. Some names Iroka was not familiar with, but she was still able to grasp the general bent of Miranda's story. The only thing that didn't sit well with her was how Miranda seemed to have been prevented from having her own aspirations.

"Respectfully, I think the Sōtaichō-sama is a dick," she stated, in her usual forthright manner. One did not, in her opinion, give one's subordinate such an ultimatum as 'come back ready for this office, or don't bother to return'. Iroka was aware, though, that the Gotei 13 was not some unicorn-and-rainbows Teletubby factory, and it was necessary to take desperate measures at times. Still, coming down hard like that seemed unnecessary, especially when some who seemed powerful enough to be captains did not feel inclined to take the position, for whatever reason.

Iroka turned and looked at Fuuko, a little bit puzzled. "Hmm, is it me, or is Kaen-dono living rent free in your head, Oni-chan?" she asked innocently. "I mean, his name was never mentioned, but you brought up his case. You always seem to be talking about him. And yet you seem to hate him. Is that some kind of romantic tension? Of course, I could be mistaken; I have no experience in such matters."

Fuuko was still revving up to fight, and she went at it again, this time calling to Iroka to show off Shugyoku Hirenaga's capabilities. The carrot top responded by throwing up her hands in the air in a gesture of resignation. "Sorry, Oni-chan, but I'm afraid there's nothing to show off. Shugyoku Hirenaga is not combat-oriented. The only place I'd get to show off is if someone got injured bad. So maybe I should ask you to start bloodying each other up? Violence is unsightly, though."

Still, Iroka approached the two combatants, her eyes on Miranda, in case the Captain wanted to make peripheral attacks with her ice constructs.

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{Battle Info}
Not been tracking Shikai duration. Rectified.

Shikai duration: 4/10

Miranda Frost | Satoshi Fuuko