Such A Large Misunderstanding

[Irene Palmer]

Thread Title: Such A Large Misunderstanding
Participants: Kira vs Irene Palmer
World: Soul Society
Death Setting: Damage Permanent
Rating: PG-13
Location: The river that downs throughout Karakura Town has a few different bridges that allow passage. One such bridge at the moment has a troubled soul resting upon it over the small river. Below the bridge is the river that is approximately fifty feet across with a slow moving current. On both sides of the river though there are grassy slopes leading up to the streets.
Special Conditions: N/A
Circumstances: Irene sits on the bridge as normal thinking over her life when suddenly there is the arrival of a Shinigami that hasn't yet learned how to pick up the differences between certain races. This leads to the Shinigami thinking the worst and Irene has to defend herself for the sake of all Karakura.

[Irene Palmer]

Irene sat in the wheelchair that she had been given by Soul Society to spend the rest of her life confined too. At the moment she was outside sitting at the edge of a bridge that overlooked the small river that ran through Karakura Town. She had only been in this town for a short time and while she felt like she had made her way throughout the majority of it this was her favorite spot so far. At the same time though it was her worst spot. For all it sought to accomplsih was make her even more depressed. The river brought back memories of all of her children playing in the water with their smiles.

It wasn't like there were any tears though how could there be after what had happened to her. There had been times when others had remarked on her natural beauty and that had been taken away from her like everything else. Her power, her family, even her beauty had all been stripped away by others who sought to hurt for the sake of pelasure or gain. Irene was tired of dealing with it all and trying to protect others only to end up in failure and now she truly had become a Failure. A disgrace of a race that no one could understand for the grave danger they posed was unstable and lethal.

Now she couldn't walk now could she see. She had no home nor any family members left. All she had was her wheelchair to accompy her on the pathway of despair that is her life. None of it was fair for she deserved so much more than what she could call herself right now. Since the time of her existence she had always sought to help others and yet there was no happy ending for her as this wasn't a fairy tale it was only reality.

[Kira]

Stepping out of a senkaimon beckoned the arrival of a shinigami, along with several others. The important shinigami stood at six and a half inches tall, and had long red hair, the same shade of blood, even looking slightly wet. She was a female, as was apparent from the way she dressed. She wore her robes open an indecent amount, only retaining her modesty through her bra. She had a feral look about her. She was smirking a dark smirk, ready to crack some hollow skulls open, and a dark gleam in her eye, telling that she would enjoy herself as she did so.

This shinigami was known as Kira. She held herself to two things. One, her pride as a warrior of squad eleven, following their twenty rules to being a complete and utter bad a$$. Secondly, and most importantly, she was a musician, or more specifically, a hard core metal rocker. She strummed her favorite guitar as if she were petting a cat, letting out a few ominous notes. "Would you cut that out!" The senior, and less important shinigami barked out. He, along with all the shinigami here today, were from squad eleven. The best squad.

He spoke about upholding the honor of the squad and whatnot while we were in Karakura. So what he actually meant is that don't kill the humans and try not to cause too much property damage. The key word there being try. They all gave a dark chuckle at that, and quickly dispersed to find something to kill. Kira was had decided to walk by the river to find something. She wasn't normally one for hard work, but this gave her an excuse to rock out on her guitar, away from the others. The scoffed at her for using a guitar that wasn't even her zanpakuto, but she knew that she'd beat them if needed.

Her fingers moved like lighting, fingering the strings faster than she should be able. To most, her musical creation was just a clashing of different notes, passing too fast to be considered something halfway decent. But to her, in her head, she was making art. She could hear it now, the base playing right alongside her, the wooden sticks of the drummer pounding away behind them. And then the singer, singing a melody of chaos and discord, tying the chaotic nature of the three together. She could vaguely hear another instrument there too, but it was muddled.

She shook her head, trying to clear away the cobwebs in her head over her past. It was infuriating. She didn't care about much, but her music took top priority. As long as she could remember her band mates from her life, she would gladly screw over everyone to get them back for one grad finale. She needed the feeling of that music playing again, she'd never feel truly satisfied until she got it, and was more than willing to let the world burn to get it. Speaking of burning, Kira spotted a bridge coming up.

Even with her shoddy vision, she was able to tell what it was, since it traveled over the water, much like the notes of her guitar. It took her minutes to reach the bridge, and once she did, she was able to spy the woman on it. She was blurry and hard to make out due to her poor senses, but she could see a fair amount of grey, something not normal on a human. Kira approached her, still playing her metal ax, somehow sounding as clear as if it had an amp boosting the sound. If the woman reacted to her, Kira would take a swipe at the woman's head, even with the wheelchair. If Kira got close enough to make out the fact that she glowed, the same thing would occur.

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{Stats and skills}Stats:
Strength: (30x150%) 75
Speed: (70x.5) 35
Spiritual Pressure: (50x.5) 25
Reiatsu Strength: (20x.5) 10
Instinct:40
Senses:(70x.5)35
Energy sensory:0
Healing Expertise:0

Light Aura: 25
Dark Aura: 75

Total:280

Skills:
Strength of will:1
Lack of Fear:1
Weapon Skill: Guitar:1
Damage recovery:1
Battle Analysis:1

Pain tolerance:1

[Irene Palmer]

Irene was continuing her day of solitude as she sat in her chair at the edge of the bridge which would allow anyone else to overlook the river that was below her. The most that Irene could do at this moment was listen to the water as it made its way through the town towards its next destination. The water below her just like virtually everyone else was unchained able to go where they wished when they wished to do it if they truly wanted. Irene though had that along with everything else stripped from her no longer having what she believed to be freedom.

That was when she heard something else something that wasn't natural approaching the bridge or at least getting closer to her location. Irene had been alive in a time when electrical instruments weren't a thing and since that point until now she had always been busy with something to do. It was because of this that as she heard the song of the guitar strings being played with not only did it irritated her sensitive ears, but it seemed like something unnatural. It was the only thing that was taking her attention at the moment as it got closer and closer to her and drowned out the sound of the water in the river that had been at least somewhat relaxing.

Irene had raised dozens of children and thus had patience and yet even that was being pushed to the limitations that she possessed by this sound. She had come hear like everyday so that she would be away from everyone else and be allowed to think over times that had been better. All of that was being disrupted by whoever or whatever was making this sound. Irene concentrated for a few moments as the sound was getting closer and closer and realized two different things that made her realize this was actually someone doing something with an instrument.

The first thing that she realized was simply that under the sound of the cords constantly being pulled were foot steps that came from a light body. That gave her enough information to sniff the air which led to the smell of a female near her solidifying that it was in fact an individual moving towards her. It was either a female like she suspected or a male that had a very specific taste in cologne. The second thing that she realized was that the sound was coming from something similar to a string instrument like a violin. So this was more than likely a traveling performer trying to find some money.

Although Irene was trying to be calm her limitations were still being pushed which is why when the female got right near her Irene would turn her head towards her and ask as nicely as she could "Excuse me miss could you please be a little quieter I can't hear the river." Irene was no stranger to those that wished harm instead of peace for those around them. What she was sensing from this female's intentions were harm and her aura was darker than it was light. So if Irene heard any type of movement towards her aside from turning then she'd have no choice, but to allow her Flood to come from her body.

So as Irene spoke to her the female would turn bringing her guitar around in an attempt to hit Irene across her head with it for speaking to her. Irene though being able to hear the air moving off of it now that the cords weren't being pulled activated her Flood. In that instant as the guitar was being swung thick white fog seemed to come right from the body of the white haired woman in the wheelchair. As the guitar made its way into the fog it would become far to heavy for the female to hold and it along with her own body a moment later would be forced onto the ground. Her Flood was close to her basically right around her and only right around her so it was at it's strongest. This female would have no way to move all she'd be able to do is lay or kneel on the ground as if gravity itself was punishing her.

Irene was very irritated right now she hated this power and yet it was one of the few good things that had come from being turned into a Failure. Instead of some sort of Flood that could be used aggressively to harm others her Flood was more like a Bakudo pushing everything that touched it downwards with force equal to her reiatsu strength. So while this female was stronger than the average human she was nowhere near strong enough to stand and the more that she struggled the more harm she'd do to her body. "It's not nice to simply attack people young lady." Irene said as she angled her head down at the girl her reiatsu changing colors revealing her race as a Failure. However, the color of her flood the fog didn't change it couldn't what changed was her veins becoming pale like a normal human to black in irritation. All of them would become visible to the girl as Irene spoke.

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{Stats & Skills]
Strength: 25
Speed: 50
Spiritual Pressure: 50 (75)
Reiatsu Strength: 150 (225)
Instincts: 125
Senses: 100 (300)
Energy Sensory: 0
Healing Expertize: 0
Light Aura: 100
Dark Aura: 0

Kido: 1
Charisma: 1
Analysis: 1
Calm Mind: 1
Battle Analysis: 1
Mental Incantation: 1

[Kira]

Kira nearly fell to the floor as the world got heavier. Her teeth grit, as she took a knee, while her guitar smashed into the ground below. Her hair hung down like heavy wires, while the blood in her veins felt thick like a smoothy. She tried to get up, to walk closer towards this glowing cripple of a woman, but every inch closer she got, the heavier reality got. She needed to get away from her. Her vision was starting to swim with black dots, and black dots were a bad sign for anyone who didn't like fainting. She knew from experience.

So, using all of her strength, Kira practically threw herself away from the failure, somehow managing to hang onto her guitar. She landed on her butt about three feet away, and started crawling back, as if the chick in the wheelchair was the devil himself. Kira started panting, trying to calm her nerves after what just happened. She glared at the woman, having a distaste for sneak-attacks like that. Battles were meant to be fought face-to-face, no matter what the situation. Whatever this lady did, was NOT something acceptable in the eleventh division.

Picking herself up, Kira started to dust off her clothing. Examining her guitar, she noticed many scratches on it, and how it was crooked where the neck and the body met. She glared at the guitar, knowing that she'ds have to do some serious maintenance on it now. Turning her seething glare towards the... whatever she was, she pointed her finger at her. "I'm Kira. I'm leaving, you slut, and when I come back, I'm gonna introduce my leather boot to your a$$." Despite her words, she spoke calmly, much better than a mute should be able to speak. Turning around, the shinigami walked off in search of something else to kill and or fight.

[Irene Palmer]

Irene continued to sit in the wheelchair that was given to her by Soul Society upon her type of banishment from the dimension that she had grown to call home. This red haired Shinigami that clung something close to her body that due to her blindness Irene wasn't about to actually determine the specifics of the object. The Shinigami though was overcome with what seemed to be rage and anger towards pretty much everything.

For whatever reason though it seemed that this Shinigami had the intention to attack Irene for no other reason than she might sense different. Irene didn't wish to fight the girl nor did she wish to cause harm so releasing her flood the fog of white pressure moved from her crippled body over the bridge. Irene could hear the sound of the Shinigami female's body dropping to the surface of the bridge from the pressure of the fog. She was just like everything else that Irene had tested her flood out on unable to sustain the pressure of Irene's failures.

This Shinigami though wasn't one to give up easily and Irene could hear the sounds of her movement as she struggled to get outside of Irene's flood. Irene continued to listen considering the prospect of simply doing away with her flood and allowing the girl to leave, but wasn't sure if this Shinigami would take her jester accordingly. So she waited and when the Shinigami managed to get outside the influence of Irene's flood it seemed things were finished.

The Shinigami stood and acted as if at any moment she could eliminate Irene without a problem and yet Irene could hear the sound of her voice and how her breathing was off due to the weight that had been upon her only a few moments ago. This Shinigami didn't have the strength to harm Irene and Irene didn't have any sort of reason to harm her. So as the Shinigami took her leave to find something else to try and fight Irene continued to sit in her wheelchair listening to everything around her.

[Johnwaluigi]

9 paragraphs: +90 TP to Kira
14 paragraphs + Victory: +240 TP to Irene