Ad Esse Fractus [JT, R]

[Nola Vilde]

Joint training for Nola Vilde and Schala Alexandria

Training for SP

It was raining....

Well at least it was a hard rain. Nola really didn't like soft rains. Something about it just.....was off. She much preferred when it poured down. Standing out in the rain she couldn't help but smile a little, standing out in the Squad 1 grounds as she watched others run inside. Of course she figured the rain wouldn't last too long. It had been going on and off all day. But.....for the time being, that red-skinned shinigami relaxed, smiling softly as she sat down at the base of a tree, fixing on the sensation of the droplets as they hit her on the face and shoulders, a bit soaked by now, but well, the uniforms were thick and black cloth anyway.

Glancing over at her weapon, she couldn't help but feel a bit of apprehension. Knowing that it would be over soon and she'd have to go back indoors. Back to the Squad 1 barracks. She was actually in Squad 1.....which was....astounding. She had never even thought of herself for that kind of position. Sure she'd managed a brothel, but she hardly thought.....well... She smiled. She supposed compared to a bunch of kids fresh off the rukongai slums, she was as qualified as any other recruit. She actually had to remind herself that.....compared to everyone else....she was just a kid. Beings so old it would make her skin crawl. It was....strange.

"And to think I thought I was a geezer." She chuckled lightly, slowly rising to her feet and yawning softly, rubbing at her neck and looking around for a moment. The rain didn't seem to be letting up just yet, maybe she could have a stroll around the ground out in the rain. It wasn't like it was likely anyone else would be out in this downpour. Smiling to herself, running her fingers through that wet, matted white hair, and patting that unusual red skin of hers, she started to walk.

[Schala Alexandria]

OOC: Training for SP.

IC:
The day went on as it always had. But this particular day brought the droplets of tears down from the Heaven's above. Perhaps it was a sign of mourning. Perhaps the Heavens themselves felt at a loss and desired to rid themselves of such unpleasant feelings. Perhaps, even a gift in disguise that those above wished to deliver to the people below. Schala didn't know. She was only a simple Shinigami patrolling through the labyrinth that made up the interior of the Seireitei. She still marveled at the sights all around her despite having been within its confides for a long time already.

A standard march did manage to take the Princess from her barracks, Squad 10, to the inner depths of the fortress city. Her purpose? To grow accustom to the Seireitei. The days spent within its walls did allow further intelligence to be gathered by learning the individual customs of each Squad and each of their responsibilities. She learned of such things prior to her graduation but to actually bear witness to it was a spectacle to see. To see each Squad take on their duties uplifted her own spirit.

Of course not all were ideally Shinigami material. There were those that would abuse their authority and power for their own sake. Disruptive and ill-mannered it was these individuals that caused ruckus within the ranks, and tear away at the honor that the name of Shinigami possesses. A courtyard in the rain. More like a intersection that displayed a grassy meadow at the center. Small steps formed on the outer edges that led into the lower level that contained the soothing scene. It was quite the sight despite being in such a location. Although, the patrons that lingered there were not of the "honorable" Shinigami that she wished to take into her sights.

They were mingling among themselves, but apparently did not mingle as though they would have when alone. A trio of them, more like a clique, were scuffling what appeared to be a single Academy Student. Bullies. Those who would and contend with individuals who they believe to be lesser or weaker. Their affiliation to a Squad was blurred with the distance that parted the two groups. No words were heard but their actions and weeping of the Student was more than acceptable to what her next actions were going to be. The cry for help grew when the distance was closed, followed by a swift vertical slash down onto the rear aggressor.

Schala's weapon was blut so didn't cause the man's condition to be critical. He immediately fell to his knees for cover, sheltering the bruised mound that grew from beneath the scruffy hair. "Enough is enough. Cease all actions and return to your stations." she announced splitting their distance from their initial victim, and her Rapier raised to the front. She was a Knight, and wasn't going to forget the duties that were instilled into her as a Shinigami, nor her morality as a Knight.