Post by Kaijin"Harle"Quinn on Dec 4, 2017 1:56:44 GMT -5
The silence that resided within the prison was much different from what she experienced before hand. Before, there was a lingering sensation of anxiety, and anxiousness. It stilled the air and the senses of the Shinigami around her. Usually only during the time when on a mission, the stifling air made it all the more humid. The possibility was that of the anticipation of wanting to get the job done. There was always that feeling whether or not the mission may go wrong at any time. This was usual when it came to serving along the members of Squad 2. Those that served alongside her handled much of Soul Society's stealth missions; sabotage, assassinations, infiltration, etc. Which ever that Central 46 deemed it necessary to carry about while their private force, the Omnitsukido handled the black operations. This was fine with Harle, she had her own pride to carry along with those that fought beside her. It brought a some manner of comfort knowing that there were others that went through the experience as well.
But the silence here was different. No, this was the silence of knowing what was to come. The inevitable. Harle understood what it she did, the level of punishment that was to come with her challenge to the Kawada Family. She was deemed a threat, one required to take action and silenced quickly. An execution was undoubtedly the most certain means in making that goal certain. A Shinigami whose abilities were that of a Captain could not be allowed to remain. Furthermore, the danger that she posed to the others around her, endangering their lives at the possibility that she may turn traitorous was too much of a risk. Especially against those whom she sought to take over.
The execution itself was staged. All thanks to those serving among the Kawada's Council, the information that the Captain carried was deemed too sensitive to be leaked. If it was, then Central 46 would also be implicated in the matter, causing others to stir and formulate into distrust just as it had done to Harle. Conspiracies upon conspiracies. This was the reason why the French woman's removal was needed to be quick. It too served a secondary reason. Harle was made to be an example for those who would attempt such a thing. It easily gave Central 46 the authority and reason to order such a request without drawing suspicion towards themselves.
Yet, however true their evils were, it did not dismiss that Harle's actions were that of her own. The responsibility of what they have led to would be that of her own fault. This was unmistaken. And for that reason......
"It is time."
Hearing the chains rattle against her wrists only solidified the reality of her situation. Six guards surrounded Harle, escorting the woman from the prison tower itself onto the Hill. The wooden bridge narrowed the amount of space that the woman could walk as those that were beside her clinged closely to her surroundings. Not that escaping seemed possible, nor thought of. Much of the woman's reiatsu at this point had left her, thanks to the nature of the prison. Harle's body became sensitive to the reiatsu around her in Soul Society. What little reiatsu was left was kept bounded to her by her shackles. Nevertheless, it was certain that the woman would meet her end.
Before her stood where the might of the Sokkyukku once stood. Before, the weapon would stand tall as it served as the final moments of a Shinigami's life. The weapon that bounded the Shinigami's power with that of its own to further strengthen it. This was one of the Shinigami's ultimate weapons, but now, it wasn't here. Her strength that would have strengthened the weapon was going to be lost to Soul Society as a black hooded figure stood where the mighty weapon once did. This was very much of the time that Harle remembered during her time alive in France. This was old fashion of how an execution was to be handled.
Chained to the hill, the ex-Captain was pinned to her position. The only movement provided was that of jerking her body just an inch in any of the directions she chose, however, that would only result in a more painful death than what it needed to be. It was all left to the Captain as to how quickly, how painless she wanted it to be. Before the scene, stood her fellow Captains and the Lieutenants that serve beneath them. Kisala, she didn't see her in her view point as a black veil was dressed over her head. A gesture to recognize, to preserve the good deeds of the woman's service to Soul Society, deeds that would not be forgotten from the records. A blade was pulled, scarring the scabbard from which it was drawn from. She knew all too well of whose blade it was.
"Let it be known, for the time that was given to us, for the responsibilities in which you have helped to carry out, that you shall be remembered and missed. So, keep your head held high, Captain of Squad 2."
The only voice that held most authority over the proceedings. The one voice that surpassed them all in years, experience, and strength; the Captain Commander. He served to be ideal Shinigami. Wise in nature, as the years of his service to Soul Society that none other could hope to be compare to. Despite their lack of time together, this was one of the few men that Harle respected. It was one that she could be happy to hear before the end, though, it wasn't the one that she wanted to hear. Marcus... His voice was the one that she wanted to hear. His voice was what she desired to hear for the last moments she had left in this world. The blade scratched the back of the woman's neck as it marked it's target. It was time.
POP
There was a heavy odor in the air. A powerful scent that made those who took it in choke on it's essence. A couple more pops were heard, streaming colorless fumes from the small spheres that held them within. Scores of them were scattered among the crowds on the Senzaikya Hill, enugulfing the hill with thick layers of smoke and gas. Harle choked while under the veil as the heavy thump was made by the sound of a falling body. "My lady, we are here for you." A voice whispered from behind, followed by another. "My Captain, we are here to get you out." The veil was removed to show the two young faces of those that served along side Harle. These were members of Tsunami.
The younger generation that joined the black operations when Harle was still serving as Tsunami's leader. The young man and woman removed the bindings that held the Captain in place, maintaining the space that they provided to the her. The woman dug into pack, retrieving a sword; Harle's Zanpakutou. Harle immediately recognized the blade as it held much of the woman's reiatsu. "We brought this, figuring that you are going to need it." the man said shielding the trio from those who would come close. Among the crowd were more members, stalking the hill and their allies looking to provide support. From what Harle could tell, there were only eight members in total. Less than a quarter of what made up the group.
Why were the members here? "We couldn't stand by and watch this happen. We saw what happened at the Main House, and what you did for us. And we couldn't just stand by and do nothing." Harle's fingers found the handle of her blade, reconnecting herself to her friends. "For that reason, we stand here now. The others are opening the Senkaimon to the World of the Living. Use it to escape. the man added. These were the members that fought along side Harle for the most time when operating outside of the Seireitei, those who carried on the missions in the Captain's stead. They were the few that the woman could trust to lead a mission when not turning to Kisala. She trusted them as they did for her. "You do know whaz zhiz meanz, don't you?" They didn't need to respond. A single look at their postures and the woman already knew. "We didn't intend to live beyond this point. There will be no point to it if there is no change here in Soul Society. If we are to die, then we choose our end to be here. But you Captain, you still have things that you need to do, don't you?" His partner nodded, giving the same manner of dedication.
Both of them fled, leaving the woman with her Zanpakutou. They were giving her the opportunity; the chance to flee. However, much of her strength did not remain as it had dissipated within the prison. Which meant only one thing. "Are we going to do this?" A familiar voice alerted the Shinigami Captain. A soft chirpy voice that was always filled with passion and energy. The voice that Blanc always had whenever they spoke. "It is better this way. This way, she doesn't have to use it to take life. But instead, use it to end everything." It was not a beautiful end, not how Harle intended to use it. But, it was better, not to stain her hands with the blood of those who she thought were evil. No. "It is better, isn't it?" "It is better than what it would have been used for. Though, I still have to say it.... It does suck. Still, it was... fun."
"It was fun." the trio said in unison.
They didn't always see eye to eye. Harle and Blanc were usually in sync with the other. Noir was more purposely on the opposite end. She was more logical than the two of the them combined. Forward and unrelenting, she was the one that continued to push Harle into the ways in which she felt was needed in order to better develop herself. Noir was more or less Harle's teacher as much as her comrades were. The spiritual pressure of the other Captains came closer. Harle felt their pressence more further and further towards their fallen comrade. Yet, Harle wasn't looking to fight. Soul Society required their strength, and better yet, the direction that it needed to go. Harle had to put her trust in them now to insure that Soul Society will be safe in their care. For that reason, Harle had no reason to hesitate.
"Saigo No Houmen."
The Senzaikya Hill was engulfed by light. A light that only one release could ever muster. The final release, the Saigo No Houmen. Merging the Zanpakutou with that of it's wielder, to push their bond past their limits, the Shinigami wields unparalleled strength. Harle's hair lightened, shredding away the natural brunette that she was born with. Her skin glistened with a new found shine they transcended to what was to be believed as a Goddess. Flaring reiatsu spurted from her shoulders and lower back as it enveloped her body. The womanm's blue eyes seethed with their natural iris color. But it wouldn't be long as the opening that her team provided was quickly taken. Fighting wasn't the point to this, only escape.
She really had to put it all into perspective. Looking back over her shoulders, she had to force herself to keep it as her main focus. For her to turn back and fight along side her comrades would mean risking herself to the possibility of failure. As such, she could only bare witness to the young men and women give their lives to keep the Shinigami at bay for the few seconds needed for Harle to make her way to the Senkaimon. With her new strength, Harle became nearly invisible to the average senses. Her spiritual pressure ascended well beyond what they could indicate by average means. This prevented Harle from encountering resistance from the other Captains. This made her journey all the more easy. Though, the thought of leaving her allies behind weighed heavily. So few they were, but each one had potential to do so much more. They did what they were taught to do, what they were trained to do. It was all that they knew. And each one was giving their lives for her. Lives that were just as valuable as Harles.
They were just as important as Harle was serving as a Captain. She was only a Captain because there were others that looked up to her. When Kenryoku vanished, it was Harle they turned to for leadership. The Lieutenant at the time helped to provide a sense of direction for their squad to under take. And though her position was meant to provide support for the Captain, Harle wasn't the "leader" sort. This is where her background as a Street Performer failed to assist in such matters. But, she had to try.
Being a leader was much more altering than she first thought. The responsibility for caring for others was always well aware. Yet the gravity of it all continued to fall upon deaf ears. Harle at the time never had to lead others, only using her talents to entertain them. Bringing smiles was what she was more familiar with in terms of performing and acting, never in a military environment. Thus, Harle had to adapt, to care for the squad as if they were her own family. Doing that was much more difficult than it sounded, looking back at her own experiences with strangers along with her own mystique. The walls were high in the girl's mind, but she had to do it. She couldn't bare to see her squadmates carried to the infirmary while knowing she could have done more to help prevent it.
Without her, the squad would have been lost. And without them, she would be lost. The trade off was the same as they required the other to push onward. Serving together not as a unit, but as siblings, as a family, Harle began to understand what it meant to lead. A form of mutual respect and understanding. How she would want others to treat her is the same manner in how she treated them. She had to let them in closer than what she was more comfortable with. Because of this, the gap between her squad and herself closed, and the two understood the other, and what was it that they sought out. They helped Harle grow and develop as others have done for her as well. They became a part of who she was. Therefore, leaving them behind in this state meant leaving pieces of herself behind. What she would give to fight alongside them once again. But, in the end, her return to their side would only betray their wishes. Harle couldn't do that.
Arriving at the Senkaimon, Harle stood before an opened gateway. Those who were suppose to wait for her were holding off the Shinigami that attended the gate. Five. Only five kept control over the gate away from those who sought to close it. A single member of Tsunami turned to face Harle as she arrived, parrying the Shinigami in front of him. "GO NOW!" he cried out. More sacrifices for Harle's mistakes, how many more she wondered. How many believed in what she did, for what they were doing now? Looking back on what the Vizard's encounter meant to her, considering if these events were committed due to her own desires, or for the sake of Soul Society? "Do not let your guard down!"
Harle's talons collided with the blade of "that" man. The Captain Commander had arrived. Their eyes met as sparks raged between their collision of spiritual pressures. The two parted, colliding over and over again, with only clashes of white light sparking from each engagement. Both individuals crashing into one another with rapid motions. The Commander's blade against Harle's claws. The ground beneath them crumbled as their joint pressures tore through the environment. The pair were flashes of light in the wind's current that was created by their rapid motions. "Are you satisfied? Do the lives departing here satisfy your desires?" The man questioned as the two were trapped in a slipstream of air and wind.
A question that Harle looked back on again and again. Time after time she had to question it herself, her motives. She came to realize that it was for her pursuit for power. To be recognized, not as a Captain, but as something more. Not as a hero, or a savior, but as a Shinigami who simply wanted to see her home safe, and as free as it was always meant to be. For no need for sacrifices, no pain, that each person who resided in Soul Society to look to their left and right to say, "Everything will be alright." That was what Harle pursued. An idea that she wanted to instill to all those that fought alongside her. For all them to fight for. "Zhiz iz what Harle fightz fo. Harle fightz fo ze pride zat all Zhinigami wish to accomplish." she declared.
The man remained silent. There was no need to trade words as they held their own respective positions. Both the Commander and Captain stood at the ready, preparing themselves. The sounds of struggle vanished as the two charged for the last time as the light of the gate created a strong silhouette of the Commander's frame. With only a few moments left of the Saigo No Houmen, Harle had to push past. That reason alone, she had no other choice, "Endoresudorīmu." she uttered. Reiatsu collected into the palm of the woman's hand, shredding the layer of energy that veiled over the Shinigami Captain. This was the final attack to that of her Saigo No Houmen. The final attack that mustered all the of Harle's strength and experience. The power of the bond between herself and her Zanpakutou.
Endoresudorīmu formulated into a single talon strike that emitted a pulsing light, and when struck, it left the individual trapped in an endless dream, drowning them in it. To be frank, it was never meant to strike the Captain Commander. It's blinding light was all that was needed, all needed to push past the man. A pillar of light that out shined the sun, causing a sudden darkness to fall over the area. It was the right time to move. "Did you think it to be that easy?" Harle turned to look over her shoulder, witnessing the man remove himself from the pillar of light made by her final attack. She could already feel it, her reiatsu leaving her. The layer of reiatsu was breaking apart segment by segment. Harle had to push a bit more, but her body was beginning to fail her.
She felt weaker, more tired. Harle's body was beginning to change, losing the status of being a Shinigami. Her existence in the world known as Soul Society was fading away. Just a few more steps, the woman could practically smell the air of the World of the Living. "Ryujin Jakka!" An intense heat scorched the air behind her. The heat was none other than that of the Captain Commander's Zanpakutou. Something that not everyone has seen before, but is well aware of. What remained of her reiatsu had already dissipated, there were only fragments left of what was once the Saigo No Houmen. Much like with Endoresudorīmu, the flames towered behind Harle with just a single slash.
"This ends here, previous Captain of Squad 2." the man uttered as he struck out at Harle. Much of the woman's body was unshielded. Bits and pieces of her reiatsu fell off of her body as if they were made of glass. The flames of Ryujin Jakka swarmed, engulfing the woman and her body. Harle knew it was over as the flames surrounded her. "It's not over yet." one voice cried out. "Don't worry. We have this. So, go now." another spoke from beside the woman. Harle's reiatsu sprung to life, harnessing the last bits of itself into the segment of her left arm. And with a one final stitched effort, Tsukuyomi made a final push against the searing flames.
From the World of the Living the gates peeled open. Over the darkened skies of Karakura, a gate of light emerged over the vast city. And with it a plume of fire erupting from it's light. Harle's body flopping out from it's midst, chard with soot and bits of ash. Her body falling down into the damp night city of Karakura, leaving behind the left arm that was severed by the Captain Commander, the remains of her Shinigami prowess, and the voices that helped carry her through her years of service. Including, the time and people she got to know in her term of serivce as a Shinigami.
"It waz fun."
"It was fun."
"It was fun."
......."Zhank you both." Harle said softly as she remain laying in the rain, with those heard the woman's fall in the area, whisking her away for help.
This concludes Harle's term as a Shinigami, and freeing the position of Squad 2 Captain.
But the silence here was different. No, this was the silence of knowing what was to come. The inevitable. Harle understood what it she did, the level of punishment that was to come with her challenge to the Kawada Family. She was deemed a threat, one required to take action and silenced quickly. An execution was undoubtedly the most certain means in making that goal certain. A Shinigami whose abilities were that of a Captain could not be allowed to remain. Furthermore, the danger that she posed to the others around her, endangering their lives at the possibility that she may turn traitorous was too much of a risk. Especially against those whom she sought to take over.
The execution itself was staged. All thanks to those serving among the Kawada's Council, the information that the Captain carried was deemed too sensitive to be leaked. If it was, then Central 46 would also be implicated in the matter, causing others to stir and formulate into distrust just as it had done to Harle. Conspiracies upon conspiracies. This was the reason why the French woman's removal was needed to be quick. It too served a secondary reason. Harle was made to be an example for those who would attempt such a thing. It easily gave Central 46 the authority and reason to order such a request without drawing suspicion towards themselves.
Yet, however true their evils were, it did not dismiss that Harle's actions were that of her own. The responsibility of what they have led to would be that of her own fault. This was unmistaken. And for that reason......
"It is time."
Hearing the chains rattle against her wrists only solidified the reality of her situation. Six guards surrounded Harle, escorting the woman from the prison tower itself onto the Hill. The wooden bridge narrowed the amount of space that the woman could walk as those that were beside her clinged closely to her surroundings. Not that escaping seemed possible, nor thought of. Much of the woman's reiatsu at this point had left her, thanks to the nature of the prison. Harle's body became sensitive to the reiatsu around her in Soul Society. What little reiatsu was left was kept bounded to her by her shackles. Nevertheless, it was certain that the woman would meet her end.
Before her stood where the might of the Sokkyukku once stood. Before, the weapon would stand tall as it served as the final moments of a Shinigami's life. The weapon that bounded the Shinigami's power with that of its own to further strengthen it. This was one of the Shinigami's ultimate weapons, but now, it wasn't here. Her strength that would have strengthened the weapon was going to be lost to Soul Society as a black hooded figure stood where the mighty weapon once did. This was very much of the time that Harle remembered during her time alive in France. This was old fashion of how an execution was to be handled.
Chained to the hill, the ex-Captain was pinned to her position. The only movement provided was that of jerking her body just an inch in any of the directions she chose, however, that would only result in a more painful death than what it needed to be. It was all left to the Captain as to how quickly, how painless she wanted it to be. Before the scene, stood her fellow Captains and the Lieutenants that serve beneath them. Kisala, she didn't see her in her view point as a black veil was dressed over her head. A gesture to recognize, to preserve the good deeds of the woman's service to Soul Society, deeds that would not be forgotten from the records. A blade was pulled, scarring the scabbard from which it was drawn from. She knew all too well of whose blade it was.
"Let it be known, for the time that was given to us, for the responsibilities in which you have helped to carry out, that you shall be remembered and missed. So, keep your head held high, Captain of Squad 2."
The only voice that held most authority over the proceedings. The one voice that surpassed them all in years, experience, and strength; the Captain Commander. He served to be ideal Shinigami. Wise in nature, as the years of his service to Soul Society that none other could hope to be compare to. Despite their lack of time together, this was one of the few men that Harle respected. It was one that she could be happy to hear before the end, though, it wasn't the one that she wanted to hear. Marcus... His voice was the one that she wanted to hear. His voice was what she desired to hear for the last moments she had left in this world. The blade scratched the back of the woman's neck as it marked it's target. It was time.
POP
There was a heavy odor in the air. A powerful scent that made those who took it in choke on it's essence. A couple more pops were heard, streaming colorless fumes from the small spheres that held them within. Scores of them were scattered among the crowds on the Senzaikya Hill, enugulfing the hill with thick layers of smoke and gas. Harle choked while under the veil as the heavy thump was made by the sound of a falling body. "My lady, we are here for you." A voice whispered from behind, followed by another. "My Captain, we are here to get you out." The veil was removed to show the two young faces of those that served along side Harle. These were members of Tsunami.
The younger generation that joined the black operations when Harle was still serving as Tsunami's leader. The young man and woman removed the bindings that held the Captain in place, maintaining the space that they provided to the her. The woman dug into pack, retrieving a sword; Harle's Zanpakutou. Harle immediately recognized the blade as it held much of the woman's reiatsu. "We brought this, figuring that you are going to need it." the man said shielding the trio from those who would come close. Among the crowd were more members, stalking the hill and their allies looking to provide support. From what Harle could tell, there were only eight members in total. Less than a quarter of what made up the group.
Why were the members here? "We couldn't stand by and watch this happen. We saw what happened at the Main House, and what you did for us. And we couldn't just stand by and do nothing." Harle's fingers found the handle of her blade, reconnecting herself to her friends. "For that reason, we stand here now. The others are opening the Senkaimon to the World of the Living. Use it to escape. the man added. These were the members that fought along side Harle for the most time when operating outside of the Seireitei, those who carried on the missions in the Captain's stead. They were the few that the woman could trust to lead a mission when not turning to Kisala. She trusted them as they did for her. "You do know whaz zhiz meanz, don't you?" They didn't need to respond. A single look at their postures and the woman already knew. "We didn't intend to live beyond this point. There will be no point to it if there is no change here in Soul Society. If we are to die, then we choose our end to be here. But you Captain, you still have things that you need to do, don't you?" His partner nodded, giving the same manner of dedication.
Both of them fled, leaving the woman with her Zanpakutou. They were giving her the opportunity; the chance to flee. However, much of her strength did not remain as it had dissipated within the prison. Which meant only one thing. "Are we going to do this?" A familiar voice alerted the Shinigami Captain. A soft chirpy voice that was always filled with passion and energy. The voice that Blanc always had whenever they spoke. "It is better this way. This way, she doesn't have to use it to take life. But instead, use it to end everything." It was not a beautiful end, not how Harle intended to use it. But, it was better, not to stain her hands with the blood of those who she thought were evil. No. "It is better, isn't it?" "It is better than what it would have been used for. Though, I still have to say it.... It does suck. Still, it was... fun."
"It was fun." the trio said in unison.
They didn't always see eye to eye. Harle and Blanc were usually in sync with the other. Noir was more purposely on the opposite end. She was more logical than the two of the them combined. Forward and unrelenting, she was the one that continued to push Harle into the ways in which she felt was needed in order to better develop herself. Noir was more or less Harle's teacher as much as her comrades were. The spiritual pressure of the other Captains came closer. Harle felt their pressence more further and further towards their fallen comrade. Yet, Harle wasn't looking to fight. Soul Society required their strength, and better yet, the direction that it needed to go. Harle had to put her trust in them now to insure that Soul Society will be safe in their care. For that reason, Harle had no reason to hesitate.
"Saigo No Houmen."
The Senzaikya Hill was engulfed by light. A light that only one release could ever muster. The final release, the Saigo No Houmen. Merging the Zanpakutou with that of it's wielder, to push their bond past their limits, the Shinigami wields unparalleled strength. Harle's hair lightened, shredding away the natural brunette that she was born with. Her skin glistened with a new found shine they transcended to what was to be believed as a Goddess. Flaring reiatsu spurted from her shoulders and lower back as it enveloped her body. The womanm's blue eyes seethed with their natural iris color. But it wouldn't be long as the opening that her team provided was quickly taken. Fighting wasn't the point to this, only escape.
She really had to put it all into perspective. Looking back over her shoulders, she had to force herself to keep it as her main focus. For her to turn back and fight along side her comrades would mean risking herself to the possibility of failure. As such, she could only bare witness to the young men and women give their lives to keep the Shinigami at bay for the few seconds needed for Harle to make her way to the Senkaimon. With her new strength, Harle became nearly invisible to the average senses. Her spiritual pressure ascended well beyond what they could indicate by average means. This prevented Harle from encountering resistance from the other Captains. This made her journey all the more easy. Though, the thought of leaving her allies behind weighed heavily. So few they were, but each one had potential to do so much more. They did what they were taught to do, what they were trained to do. It was all that they knew. And each one was giving their lives for her. Lives that were just as valuable as Harles.
They were just as important as Harle was serving as a Captain. She was only a Captain because there were others that looked up to her. When Kenryoku vanished, it was Harle they turned to for leadership. The Lieutenant at the time helped to provide a sense of direction for their squad to under take. And though her position was meant to provide support for the Captain, Harle wasn't the "leader" sort. This is where her background as a Street Performer failed to assist in such matters. But, she had to try.
Being a leader was much more altering than she first thought. The responsibility for caring for others was always well aware. Yet the gravity of it all continued to fall upon deaf ears. Harle at the time never had to lead others, only using her talents to entertain them. Bringing smiles was what she was more familiar with in terms of performing and acting, never in a military environment. Thus, Harle had to adapt, to care for the squad as if they were her own family. Doing that was much more difficult than it sounded, looking back at her own experiences with strangers along with her own mystique. The walls were high in the girl's mind, but she had to do it. She couldn't bare to see her squadmates carried to the infirmary while knowing she could have done more to help prevent it.
Without her, the squad would have been lost. And without them, she would be lost. The trade off was the same as they required the other to push onward. Serving together not as a unit, but as siblings, as a family, Harle began to understand what it meant to lead. A form of mutual respect and understanding. How she would want others to treat her is the same manner in how she treated them. She had to let them in closer than what she was more comfortable with. Because of this, the gap between her squad and herself closed, and the two understood the other, and what was it that they sought out. They helped Harle grow and develop as others have done for her as well. They became a part of who she was. Therefore, leaving them behind in this state meant leaving pieces of herself behind. What she would give to fight alongside them once again. But, in the end, her return to their side would only betray their wishes. Harle couldn't do that.
Arriving at the Senkaimon, Harle stood before an opened gateway. Those who were suppose to wait for her were holding off the Shinigami that attended the gate. Five. Only five kept control over the gate away from those who sought to close it. A single member of Tsunami turned to face Harle as she arrived, parrying the Shinigami in front of him. "GO NOW!" he cried out. More sacrifices for Harle's mistakes, how many more she wondered. How many believed in what she did, for what they were doing now? Looking back on what the Vizard's encounter meant to her, considering if these events were committed due to her own desires, or for the sake of Soul Society? "Do not let your guard down!"
Harle's talons collided with the blade of "that" man. The Captain Commander had arrived. Their eyes met as sparks raged between their collision of spiritual pressures. The two parted, colliding over and over again, with only clashes of white light sparking from each engagement. Both individuals crashing into one another with rapid motions. The Commander's blade against Harle's claws. The ground beneath them crumbled as their joint pressures tore through the environment. The pair were flashes of light in the wind's current that was created by their rapid motions. "Are you satisfied? Do the lives departing here satisfy your desires?" The man questioned as the two were trapped in a slipstream of air and wind.
A question that Harle looked back on again and again. Time after time she had to question it herself, her motives. She came to realize that it was for her pursuit for power. To be recognized, not as a Captain, but as something more. Not as a hero, or a savior, but as a Shinigami who simply wanted to see her home safe, and as free as it was always meant to be. For no need for sacrifices, no pain, that each person who resided in Soul Society to look to their left and right to say, "Everything will be alright." That was what Harle pursued. An idea that she wanted to instill to all those that fought alongside her. For all them to fight for. "Zhiz iz what Harle fightz fo. Harle fightz fo ze pride zat all Zhinigami wish to accomplish." she declared.
The man remained silent. There was no need to trade words as they held their own respective positions. Both the Commander and Captain stood at the ready, preparing themselves. The sounds of struggle vanished as the two charged for the last time as the light of the gate created a strong silhouette of the Commander's frame. With only a few moments left of the Saigo No Houmen, Harle had to push past. That reason alone, she had no other choice, "Endoresudorīmu." she uttered. Reiatsu collected into the palm of the woman's hand, shredding the layer of energy that veiled over the Shinigami Captain. This was the final attack to that of her Saigo No Houmen. The final attack that mustered all the of Harle's strength and experience. The power of the bond between herself and her Zanpakutou.
Endoresudorīmu formulated into a single talon strike that emitted a pulsing light, and when struck, it left the individual trapped in an endless dream, drowning them in it. To be frank, it was never meant to strike the Captain Commander. It's blinding light was all that was needed, all needed to push past the man. A pillar of light that out shined the sun, causing a sudden darkness to fall over the area. It was the right time to move. "Did you think it to be that easy?" Harle turned to look over her shoulder, witnessing the man remove himself from the pillar of light made by her final attack. She could already feel it, her reiatsu leaving her. The layer of reiatsu was breaking apart segment by segment. Harle had to push a bit more, but her body was beginning to fail her.
She felt weaker, more tired. Harle's body was beginning to change, losing the status of being a Shinigami. Her existence in the world known as Soul Society was fading away. Just a few more steps, the woman could practically smell the air of the World of the Living. "Ryujin Jakka!" An intense heat scorched the air behind her. The heat was none other than that of the Captain Commander's Zanpakutou. Something that not everyone has seen before, but is well aware of. What remained of her reiatsu had already dissipated, there were only fragments left of what was once the Saigo No Houmen. Much like with Endoresudorīmu, the flames towered behind Harle with just a single slash.
"This ends here, previous Captain of Squad 2." the man uttered as he struck out at Harle. Much of the woman's body was unshielded. Bits and pieces of her reiatsu fell off of her body as if they were made of glass. The flames of Ryujin Jakka swarmed, engulfing the woman and her body. Harle knew it was over as the flames surrounded her. "It's not over yet." one voice cried out. "Don't worry. We have this. So, go now." another spoke from beside the woman. Harle's reiatsu sprung to life, harnessing the last bits of itself into the segment of her left arm. And with a one final stitched effort, Tsukuyomi made a final push against the searing flames.
From the World of the Living the gates peeled open. Over the darkened skies of Karakura, a gate of light emerged over the vast city. And with it a plume of fire erupting from it's light. Harle's body flopping out from it's midst, chard with soot and bits of ash. Her body falling down into the damp night city of Karakura, leaving behind the left arm that was severed by the Captain Commander, the remains of her Shinigami prowess, and the voices that helped carry her through her years of service. Including, the time and people she got to know in her term of serivce as a Shinigami.
"It waz fun."
"It was fun."
"It was fun."
......."Zhank you both." Harle said softly as she remain laying in the rain, with those heard the woman's fall in the area, whisking her away for help.
This concludes Harle's term as a Shinigami, and freeing the position of Squad 2 Captain.
