You have Cat to be Kitten me right now [JTT, NDE, Closed]

[Irina Davayte]

OOC: This is a Joint Training Thread for Irina and Sylvanas for the purpose of recruiting the Bount to Uzaki Enterprises.

She didn't like cats, but for the past week, whenever Irina passed by the bushes in front of her apartment, she heard a small meowing sound. She tried to ignore it. Cats are dirty, she thought, and anyway, she wasn't sure whether she was allowed to keep one, according to rental agreement. But the noise continued, and finally, the tiny orange beast poked its face out of the bush to greet Irina in person. "Mew!" it announced, finally showing itself. Irina rolled her eyes. "What do you want from me?" she asked the kitten, turning her key in the door. "Mew," it replied solemnly, clearly asking for something to eat. Irina sighed. Against her better judgement, she ducked inside and brought out a small dish of leftover stroganoff. "This is your parting gift," Irina explained sternly. "I expect for you to be gone when I return from the library."

Naturally, it wasn't gone when she returned, and this time it jumped on her shoe, ready to make itself home in her apartment. "No!" Irina scolded. "Bad beastie. Go back where you came from." She gently kicked her foot to knock it from her shoe and back to the bush. "Mew," the kitten lamented pathetically. Irina ignored it. For an entire three days, she ignored it, sneaking into and out of her apartment, leaving the smallest crack in the door possible so it couldn't sneak inside. However, on this day, Irina must have left just a sliver too much of the door open as she shuffled out of the door in the morning with her textbooks in her backpack, her gym bag in her left arm, and her fencing rapier case in her left hand.

When she returned home, there was no noise in the bushes, and Irina almost felt sad. But on her couch, the orange kitten greeted her with a purr as it sat on her neatly-folded blanket. The cat actually looked pretty clean. "Mew," it said, as if to say "See? I was here all day, and I didn't mess up anything." Irina picked up the kitten. It fit in one hand neatly, and was more lightweight than she expected. She sighed. "You are going to need something to eat, little Beastie," she gave in. She left it with half of her turkey sandwich, and went to the store for pet supplies. As she paid for the litter box, food, cat bed, and collar with a tag that read "Beastie", she admitted to herself that she had allowed the kitten to steal her heart. She certainly wouldn't allow anything bad to happen to it.

Irina began her walk home, cat things in tow, with a small smile and a cheerful glint in her eye.

Training for CTP

[Sylvanas Liskasha]

It was a mistake ever coming to this country. In search for the other Bounts of her kind, she had found only chaos and pain. Sylvanas Liskasha stumbled through the street, holding her left arm as blood began to trickle and trail down. She had to escape...absolutely had to. It wasn’t so far behind her, and she was leaving a trail for it to follow. “N-Ngh…” She slumped against the wall of a building for just a moment, and in that very same moment, she forced her body to move as the howl came from not so far behind. “Z-Ziege Di-” She stopped, for she knew she couldn’t call upon Sylvanas, not right now. She was too weak, and her energy was sapped. However, that enemy was chasing her, wanting to eat her. Slowly turning, she saw it, walking slowly, and in that moment, she turned, running as fast as she could, but then quickly tiring. “D-Damn it all.”

The soft English accent, the look of pain on her face as a large slash rested along her arm. Her hand dripped cold blood, the only thing keeping her going, her fear. However, she full knew that she couldn’t run forever. The lady was pale skinned, but whether that was from the bloodloss, the fear, or her natural shade was a good question. She was one of the rare things in the spiritual world known as a Bount, or as some people would refer to as vampires. She had learned a bit about what her kind has come to be, and to think that her people have been exterminated to the point where they were myths was terrifying. It was also terrifying how they were portrayed as blood drinkers, monsters, evil. It couldn’t be true.

People looked at her oddly as she ran, but she kept on running, not stopping for a moment. Soon enough, she turned into an alleyway, hoping it would lead out into another exit, somewhere where she could run, or hide, or something! What ended up happening, was that it was a dead end. Her face was twisted into a look of despair, the feeling of pure dread coursing through her. There was no choice now, and she was going to have to do something. Clenching her wrist, she focused and honed that spiritual energy, bringing it out into manifestation and into her wrist bracelet. “Ziege Dich...Sylvanas!” Her whole body glowed for a moment, and almost instantly did she feel exhausted as a white liquid shot out, slowly changing, birthing a being that looked exactly like her, clothes and all, minus the wound. “H-Help me.”

The replica looked behind her for a moment, and instantly understood, the doll turning. “Yes my lady. I’m here to protect you.” The doll prepared itself for combat, to engage the foe that dared to oppose and harm her summoner. In that moment, a feathered wing wrapped itself around the alley, revealing itself to be the owl. Her precious doll had already grasped the pipe which Sylvanas grasped earlier, carrying it with her as a weapon. “Stand back my lady. I’ll deal with this creature.” Unlike the original, the replica seemed far more calm, ready to fight, and practiced. It was almost as if it was within the doll’s nature to fight to protect Sylvanas. Sylvanas didn't know what the power of this doll was, but did it really matter? This woman needed something, something that was going to be incredibly hard to find or get. She needed a hero to save her, because in all honesty, she wasn't sure if her doll was going to cut it. Also...if the doll died, that meant she'd also...she didn't want to put that thought into her head.

The owl hollow revealed itself, a being around seven feet tall, it's mask howling and it's beak mouth gaping open. She'd angered it with her previous attempt at attacking it with a forklift, and it was seemingly the end of the line. “Stay back my lady. Get out of here you filthy animal!” the result of this claim was the owl approaching with a howl, only for Sylvanas to leap forward, and with full strength had slammed that lead pipe down upon the face of the Hollow. However, it quickly was able to sidestep to avoid being crushed by a feathered hand, spinning with the pipe to smack into the Hollow wing. A crack resounded through the air, and the owl howled, but this time in anger as it swung the same wing, pushing the doll away into the side of the brick alley. Things were getting intense...very intense.

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Sylvanas Doll Stats (Spitballing):
Strength:100x1.25=125
Speed:50x2=100
Spiritual Pressure:50x.5=25
Reiatsu Strength:50x.5=25
Light Aura:100
Dark Aura:0
Instinct: 50
Senses: 50
Energy Sensory:0
Wound Expertise:0
Total:350

[Irina Davayte]

Irina readjusted her shopping bags, since the kitty litter in the left hand was starting to feel rather heavy, although she had improved her strength lately. She was suddenly almost knocked down by a pale young woman in dark clothes who dashed past her. Almost instantly, Irina felt a dark presence behind her. Or was it above her? She sensed that the woman must be involved with this somehow, and followed her at a brisk walk, keeping her bags in hand. She stayed a fair distance from the woman, only close enough to follow where she went. She turned around when she felt a faint wind above her, and saw a huge bird. But it wasn't really a bird, she supposed as a shiver ran down her arms. She was sure that if it turned to face her, she would see a Hollow's mask. She increased her pace to a jog, keeping her eyes peeled. The woman she had been following looked nothing short of panicked, having backed herself into a corner in the dead end of an alley. With her was a creature she hadn't seen before, a small version of the woman herself, although without the urgent, panicked manner.

Positioned on the opposite side of the alley from the woman, Irina heard the Hollow's screechy howl as the small figure moved to hit the Hollow's mask, then wing. The figure was tossed aside. Irina calculated that it was her turn to try to subdue the Hollow, before it killed either the woman or the smaller creature. She put her new cat's things on the ground, taking the bag of kitty litter, and throwing it up toward the Hollow. She wasn't strong enough to do any serious damage to it by this method normally, so she used Soul Dominance to propel the bag faster, and rip a hole in the bag, spraying the Hollow with tiny clay particles that would at least distract it, but hopefully, it would turn to her and distort its vision.

She wasn't disappointed. She had grown spiritually strong enough to become an appealing snack for a Hollow, and with it nursing its injured wing, she hoped to be able to overtake it. She pulled the sword hilt that she always kept with her out of her bag. As the Hollow faced her, it was met with a face full of fresh cat litter, pelting it with thousands of sand-like particles. This didn't really injure the creature, but it did seem to affect its vision as the particles flew into the eye holes of its mask. The creature screeched angrily, swooping toward her with wings outstretched, its accuracy seeming diminished. A bird of this size, however, wouldn't need a lot of accuracy to hurt her, let alone the two in the corner, whom she had no idea whether they were capable of caring for themselves.

Feeling the familiar tingle of cold that always invigorated her when she released her Fullbring, Irina drew her hilt. Her icy sword took its form on the hilt, and she felt the familiar extra weight of the blade that had helped her protect herself many times. Something about her sword felt familiar and safe, no matter what threat she was faced with. When the Owl swooped close enough to strike her, she would try to cut it with a broad stroke from her sword. A fencer, she was practiced in smaller movements that allowed her to protect her body from attack more consistently, but since the Hollow was not armed with a similar weapon, she adjusted her style. "Hey, are you alright over there?" she yelled across the alley, knowing that the others seemed alive but not well, and really trying to assess how much they knew about their attacker and what they could do to help stop it.

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Strength - [100] Points
Speed - [100] Points
Spiritual Pressure - [150] x1.5 (225) Points
Reiatsu Strength - [150] x1.5 (225) Points
Light Aura - [70] Points
Dark Aura - [30] Points
Instinct - [200] x.65 (130) Points
Senses - [80] x.65 (52) Points
Energy sensory - [50] x.33 (17) Points
Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [830]
Remaining Reiatsu: 2250 (- 150: Soul Dominance, -200: Level 1 Fullbring Release) = [1900]
Main Fullbring level one: 1/10

[Sylvanas Liskasha]

It wasn’t really that difficult to find Sylvanas considering the fact that her bleeding arm left a bleeding trail, and as her doll, her replica began to fight to the best of her ability to save her from the Hollow, it seemed like it was going to be over the moment that her doll got swiped to the side. With a thud, her doll slid down, but was still very much alive. However, almost immediately did the doppelganger attempt to stand up, to continue battle. However, that idea stopped as many particles of clay pelted the Hollow, causing it’s attention to be shifted to the richer source of food. What came next was essentially a smokescreen, an irritating smokescreen in the face of the Hollow, and as it howled, Sylvanas looked to her doppelganger doll. “My lady. I-” She wasn’t paying attention, as all focus was to the woman in front of her.

She formed a sword out of a bare hilt, and that revealed that she had some form of spiritual power. Was she a bount?! There wasn’t much time to think about that, as soon enough, she was engaging combat with the Hollow. What people saw in the street was essentially a woman swinging a sword around at nothing, and at this period in time, Sylvanas knew she must act. “Help her.” Her doll stood, looking upon her master, and then simply nodded, knowing that it was a direct order, a command she would follow. Upon Irina striking out at the Hollow, it stepped backwards, it’s big black spaces for eyes as it looked upon her, cautious of her blade. “Girl. This is not your affair.” Craning it’s head to the side, the doll ran out, charging, leaping into the air, and slamming it’s pipe against the top of the Hollow’s head."AAAH!”

Thunk. The Owl Hollow slowly twisted it’s head almost 180 degrees, looking upon the doll before using one of it’s taloned feet and kicking her away, onto the sidewalk. “Girl. You will now also be mine.” An intelligent hollow it seemed like, and it raised its wings, flapping them once towards Irina, delivering a strong gust to push her back and as a deterrent. It then turned back to Sylvanas. She felt as if her blood were freezing underneath that gaze. It’s head had only twisted ninety degrees her way, and slowly it opened its beak, gazing upon her. “You are the weakest! I’ll eat you first!” There was a moment where Sylvanas was thinking for certain that she was going to die. However, it was not destined to be.

The doll whom looked just like the original had stood, having difficulty what with the wind being knocked out of her as well as a fractured thigh. However, she stood, pipe in hand, and upon seeing that owl pass down, there was no choice. Suddenly, that doll forced herself to run down the alley, and in that moment, she became a monster. Suddenly, the former humanoid figure stood as a nine foot tall owl being with taloned feet, outstretched wings, and a sharp beak and mask. Sylvanas, the doll, had changed, turned into the very Hollow they were fighting, and leaped, slamming down upon the other, and beginning to rip and tear into the thing’s neck. This was the power of her doll, to change its appearance into anyone and anything. This was a battle that she had never seen before, the battle between two hollow beings.

“Graah! What are you doing?!” There was a slashing of feet, ripping of beaks, and general assault, a bloody clash, and in the end, there was but one victor. The doll stood upon the fallen masked Hollow, and then suddenly turned into a mass of white goop, piling on top of the thing, wrapping around it. It bubbled now and again, but Sylvanas was safe. Breathing heavily, she hadn’t realized just how panicked she was. She was about to die, but it was through luck that she was able to make it. Cringing from the blood leaking from her shoulder, she realized she was lucky to get off so easily. Though...now there was another matter, something that she just realized. Shinigami...was this woman a Shinigami? It didn’t matter...she felt sapped of strength and felt herself growing weaker. She stood defensively, looking exhausted, but yet prepared to fight if need be.

[Irina Davayte]

Irina was surprised to see the copy of the woman melt into a copy of the Hollow. This was a kind of power that she had never seen before. A shapeshifter? She had only seen such things in books. She hoped she was safe and hadn’t bitten off more than she could chew. Hopefully it would be on her side, now that she had come to its aid. With the Hollow defeated, Irina wanted to turn her attention to make sure the woman cowering by the wall was okay, but first she had to make sure that the huge owl copy wasn’t going to hurt her. Just seeing something that looked like a Hollow made Irina uneasy.

Keeping her sword held defensively, Irina addressed both the woman and the Hollow copy. ”Hey, are you alright?” She asked again, not having a received a response when she asked the question earlier. She was glad she was in a position that she could run away if needed. She wasn’t sure what the pair were capable of, but she knew that if the shapeshifter could take on that Hollow, it certainly could do some damage to her. She hoped that she had simply found a powerful ally, but she couldn’t trust anyone quite yet. Where had this pair gotten these powers? What spiritual race did they belong to, if any? Irina wouldn’t ask aloud just yet.

[Sylvanas Liskasha]

Finally with some of this chaos over, Sylvanas slowly felt that adrenaline production stopping, her arm held tightly over her wound, rather lucky she hadn’t lost the arm entirely. Looking to the Russian human, she raised one hand up. “I am no threat to you. P-Put down your sword please.” She panted, exhausted from running across the city, avoiding that Hollow had taken effort, and it was rather strong, at least for her. Her doll was now resting as well, in a sense anyways. If Irina were to look upon it, she’d see the mass of Hollow was slowly getting smaller, allowing the doll to get a more permanent access to it’s form, and also knowledge of how to utilize it. It was an exhausting venture so far, but it was finally over.

Planting her back against the wall, her head leaned back, herself taking deeper breaths as she could. She was at her limit, and she acknowledged that. There was no way she was going to be able to fight anymore, just calling Doll Sylvanas out to protect her was strenuous. Slowly she began to walk towards the girl, and with it, she called out to her. “Thank you for helping me save my life. My name is Sylvanas Liskasha.” The British accent might give some idea of where she came from, that is if Irina knew any British people prior. Surely, this wasn’t a Shinigami. She had concluded this for a number of reasons.

For one, Irina hadn’t tried to attack her, and in fact had saved her. Second, she had asked if she was alright, despite her being a Bount. The third reason was that she looked just as curious as Sylvanas was to Irina about what they were. Sylvanas didn’t know of course that the Russian lady in front of her was known as a Fullbringer, just as likely how Irina didn’t know Sylvanas was the modern day vampire, the bount. Wincing from the pain in her arm, crimson droplets fell to the floor, but by just guessing, she could tell the wound wasn’t going to kill her. This was a bit awkward, but she didn’t know what to do now. She wasn’t expecting anyone to come along and help her after all, so it was questionable. Yet, it seemed that the third member ought to present herself, as by that point, the bubbling of the white liquid stopped.

The Hollow form had been absorbed, and with that, the liquid rose, slowly taking form, into it’s base form, a slightly now rougher looking replica of the lady, and it, or perhaps she took the liberty to walk in front of her master, pipe in hand. “My lady...it’s unwise for you to approach strangers such as this. We don’t know her and if she’s dangerous. We’ve never seen anything like her.” The master stood strong and removed her hand from the wound, “Calm yourself. She doesn’t mean to hurt us I’m sure. She’s a friend.” There was silence before the doll would look again at this woman, this college student? This woman was a friend? The Sylvanas replica looked very closely at all the details, and had already remembered what she sounded like.

If there was any question remaining about the Doll being a shapeshifter, the next phase might prove exactly what the doll was capable of. Morphing, it’s whole frame would begin to change, adjusting to Irina’s height, then adjusting it’s frame to match her body type, as a white shapeless liquid taking on that form. So, what she’d end up seeing was a 5’1” tall woman, small, skinny, muscular in frame. Taking the next moment, it focused on finer details, the cheek bones, the soft blue eyes, the thin nose, everything. The clothes, the eyebrows, the appearance of makeup. Sylvanas had become a replica of Irina now, and it would then seem to experiment moving it’s jaw slightly. “A friend?” It slowly looked to her master, before then to the Russian, holding her hand on her hips. “I am not so certain.”

The doll was not so trusting of individuals, and certainly worried about the wellbeing of her master. Turning to the wounded Sylvanas, she approached and grunted at her own wounds. They needed to find a place to rest, somewhere to get the wounds treated and to take care of themselves. “Pardon but...would it be alright if we came with you? Just for a little bit to your abode if you’d allow. It would be a thousand blessings upon us.” The original looked hopeful, looking to Irina for some assistance. It was a shame that her kitty litter was for naught, but...she’d pay for it somehow. God...Japan was full of chaos now wasn’t it? There was so much that she came here for, and she nearly lost everything today. Maybe she should have been more careful, more wary of the danger, more...something. With the doll present, it seemed more comfortable, ready to take action at a moment's notice. There were certainly some questions the Fullbringer had, but now was not the best time or place to ask. 

[Irina Davayte]

Irina complied with Sylvanas's request to put away her sword, retracting the bluish, silvery blade, but keeping the inert hilt in her hand. Irina couldn't help but think that the other woman looked...ill. Not just beaten from the attack she had just endured, but truly worn down. The creature bent over the lifeless Hollow, which shrunk as the creature did so. She hadn't seen anything like this before, and it made her uneasy. The other woman, who introduced herself as Sylvanas, slumped against the wall in exhaustion. Her accent revealed Western European heritage. Irina wasn't sure how she felt about the British, who seemed rather stuck up to her, but Sylvanas seemed humble enough.

What was these women doing with this Hollow, and why weren't they more alarmed by it? Sure, they were exhausted and beaten, but no one asked what the thing was, and it certainly was no usual sight for a regular human. Irina gave in to curiosity, and allowed herself a couple of questions. "You're welcome," she shrugged in response to her thanks. "My name is Irina. I was just on a trip to the store when I noticed your little problem. Do you run into that a lot?" She didn't want to outright ask the woman what was going on and how she had become so unsurprised by a Hollow attack. "Is this your sister?" She found it odd that the other woman, who on having finished her business with the Hollow, was studying Irina suspiciously, hadn't been introduced.

The other two women conversed in hushed tones, deciding whether Irina could be trusted. She understood. She didn't really trust them either. But they seemed harmless enough. Anyway, Irina was pretty sure she could defend herself against them. At least, until the second figure transformed into a replica of herself. She took this as a threat, a show of power. She found that the best way to handle someone like that was to act cool. People with that style of agression were just trying to make a scene and get her worked up, so if she remained calm, she would win. “A friend? I am not so certain,” the shapeshifter said in Irina's voice. Her own blue eyes pierced her scrutinizingly. "I'm not so sure myself," the original Irina countered firmly. "But I can assure you that if I intended to attack either of you, I would have done it by now."

She noted Sylvanas's sleeve dripping with red, and whatever little color her face had was draining with it. Incidentally, Irina's classmates were under the impression that Irina was an Emergency Medical Technician, and worked in disasters, sometimes dashing off to tend to an emergency. She told her classmates that, as an EMT, she traveled with the ambulance for medical assistance. They assumed that the emergencies she worked with were car accidents, heart attacks, drug overdoses, or elderly people falling and being unable to get up. In actuality, she didn't work with any emergency medical services, and instead, was running off to fight Hollows.

Unfortunately, in reality, she had absolutely no medical training. She wasn't sure what she would even do with the injury. Her mama always just patched her up when she hurt herself as a child, and their neighbor was a nurse practitioner who was happy to practice on Irina when needed. Really, she wasn't even sure if she could distinguish what ailments required professional medical help and what would resolve on its own. The dripping blood, though, seemed enough to warrant a doctor. "I'm not comfortable with having strangers know where I live," she said totally truthfully. She would keep the strange pair at arm's length. "And anyway, I think maybe you should get that injury checked out," Irina noted, gesturing to the woman's still dripping arm. "Can I call an ambulance for you?" Truly, this was approximately the limit to her medical capabilities. On rejection of the offer for an ambulance, Irina would lead Sylvanas to the safest place she knew: Uzaki Enterprizes.

Irina would request a change in appearance from the shape-shifter, not wanting to draw too many questions from those in her workplace. "Hey, Stan!" she'd greet the security guard in a chipper voice, keeping a close eye on the pair with her. "I'm just going to check in my friends here in the visitor book." Stan looked at Sylvanas's bleeding arm sideways, a question on the tip of his tongue. But Irina interrupted. "We have to do a drama project for school. Something about us being well-rounded and studying the arts. I'm Hamlet. She's Benvolio, and she's Hyppolyta. Do you think we used too much fake blood? I told her it was too much." She would lead the two others down the hall to the office of the nurse practitioner on staff at UE.

[Sylvanas Liskasha]

“Enough.” The doll stepped backwards and frowned before promptly turning into its original state with it standing as tall as it could be. So, the name of this girl was Irina, and it became clear that she was in fact not a Shinigami. If she was, then Sylvanas would be killed already. That, she couldn’t deny. With a pained expression, she listened to her nonchalantly shrug as Sylvanas’ arm bled and she explained she was on her way from the store when this was going on. Though, when it was mentioned that going to Irina’s home was out of the question, the bount closed her eyes and spoke. “We have money. We can pay you! Just...It’s not safe in this place.” That statement being made clear, she shook her head promptly as her Doll looked to the dripping wound.

“It would be unwise to get an ambulance. They would inquire of the bestial like wounds and it would be very shifty explanation. Please, excuse my rudeness and take us to where you can that would keep things discreet.” Upon being led, the Bount would run after her, being supported by the doll with a shoulder as they continued their journey. However, when they entered the UE building, the Doll looked to Irina with her ahem...odd explanation, which would then lead into them arriving to the nurse practitioner. “I-I can’t support you anymore.” There was a pause as the identical copy nodded and slowly set her down. “Understood. Release me.” With that, the creature would turn into a whiteish goop and vanished onto the Bount’s person. The pain and exhaustion of maintaining her doll, as well as with her injury. It was too taxing on her stamina of which she never had much to begin with.

She gasped and panted as sweat dripped down her body before slowly taking off her jacket to reveal on one side three long slashes on one arm. The wounds cut deeply into her flesh as her arm twitched when exposed to fresh air. Quickly did she take her jacket, holding it up to her wound to stem bleeding until proper disinfection could occur and proper bandages could be applied. Of course, she was bleeding the whole time down the hallway. “Thank you. For helping me here.” She was in some debt here. So, as she felt the pain envelop her, she wondered what exactly Irina was if she wasn’t a Shinigami, just as how she was wondering what Sylvanas was if she wasn’t a fullbring. Well, she’d explain briefly.

“I am a bount. Something that you people today call vampires though I’m not sure why. The person you saw assisting me was my Doll, my familiar of sorts that shares my name.” She in return proceeded to ask another question as she took deep breaths. “And you? What are you? You’re not a Shinigami...and you’re not like anythng I’ve ever seen before.” So, it seemed Sylvanas knew a bit about the spiritual world, but she bargained that Irina knew more and would maybe be able to help her on her quest to find other Bounts and also a word on why Karakura was so dangerous. Perhaps she’d even get a place to stay in order to protect herself and avoid the masked beings that sought to eat her. "Can you help me miss? I need it. Desperately." She looked up sadly with puppy dog like eyes as she groaned in pain, slowly waiting for help to get her patched up. More questions could be asked then. "Is there anything you could do for me?"

[Irina Davayte]

Irina walked down the hall with the woman who was still dripping blood, trying to appear as casual as possible. She had found, in general, that the best way to avoid questions was to appear confident. So she acted like walking around the clean office with the dripping woman was just a normal part of every Tuesday, and actually, no one commented on anything. Irina appreciated Sylvanas' quick explanation of what she had just witnessed. She had heard a lot of strange things in the last few years, so she took the news that vampires were real rather well. "Okay, but you're not going to try to eat me or anything, right?" She briefly explained that she was a fullbringer and what that meant. "I'm nothing scary," she added after her explanation.

On walking in the office, Sylvanas would see a woman wearing a white coat and a name tag that read "Toma Sui". Her desk had several pictures of her adorable young children. She looked up at Irina and sighed. "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times. This is not how kickboxing is supposed to work," she scolded gently. The woman turned to Sylvanas and her lacerations first. Clearly, they were not from kickboxing, but this nurse practitioner had seen all sorts of injuries in her time at UE, and she had learned that it was best not to ask too many questions. "I take it you don't want to go to the hospital?" This scenario was all too common for the patients Toma Sui ran into these days.

After an affirmative answer, she'd quietly clean the wounds. "I'm going to have to suture this for it to heal correctly," she said apologetically. If her patient agreed, she would go ahead and sew in the stitches with a topical analgesic. If not, she would just put on some butterfly closures and gauze over top. They wouldn't hold as well, and she would send several with Sylvanas when she left in case they fell off before the skin healed on its own. "Make sure you pinch the skin to get the raw sides to heal together if they come off. Otherwise it'll scar," she would warn her. She would also give her a shot of antibiotics and a Tetanus vaccine if she consented.

She examined Irina next. "You're fine. But you need to stop getting into these situations," she said seriously, looking her in the eye. Irina nodded. "Yes, ma'am. Thanks for always patching me up." Irina meant the second part genuinely, but she wouldn't stop "getting into these situations", and they both knew it. Nonetheless, it needed to be said. Tomi Sui dismissed them and returned to charting at her desk. "Is there anything else you need?" Irina asked Sylvanas. "I wouldn't mind getting some lunch, if you want to come along."

[Sylvanas Liskasha]

Understandably, it was a lot to take in. Being saved, being assisted around. Soon within the care of a woman she didn't know much about other than the name. Being laid down. "No...I don't know how we became associated with these...vampires. I'm sure none of us have ever eaten another person's blood. I won't eat you. Though...many had seen us monsters in the past. They didn't understand..." Giving a light nod of the head to the nurse, she half wished she had a rag to bite down on as the stitches tore into her skin, putting them together, her mouth gasping as she wanted to kick something so horribly bad in these moments, but who could blame the Bount? It was painful. It was agony. It was living. Understandably, she couldn't do the best of conversation as she was sewed up. It hurt like a bitch, and other than two drops of tears, a hiss, and then pause, she'd slowly look to Irina, being careful about her arm.

"Yes...please. I'm sorry. I never got your name. My name...is Sylvanas Liskasha. Likely the last of my people I would assume. Also. I'm interested stories of Hamlet. Why...I remember if it was almost yesterday, Hamlet was just written and performed. Granted we never got to see the plays themselves." Holding her arm, and hissing despite the fact she was aware of the stinging pain that would occur, she had stepped forward, gradually following the Russian outside of the establishment, mindful not to trip on her own blood as she felt as if her wounds were pulsing and swelling as she walked along. Stepping through, she took liberties to take some deep breaths. Wondering if she did this sort of thing often, for it seemed at least certain she had seen and had fought Hollows before. 

"I owe you my life. I really do. I wouldn't have been able to make it without you, and I certainly would have bled out without your guidance." Taking a moment or two of pause, she looked at Irina awkwardly, at her clothes, at her general appearance, and half realized how...improper clothes were for everyone in the modern times. Skin. Curvature. Otherwise. All of these features revealed were something that made her realize to some various degree that this was what the modern people found as acceptable. Next thing they'd tell her was that people didn't believe in God as if it were some sort of common event. Or they would tell her that they put a man on the moon. Impossible things surely.

"Oh...that's right. I promised I'd pay you. I could at least pay you for the meal...certainly." Reaching into her right pocket awkwardly with her left arm, she pulled forth a small pocketbook, awkwardly wrenching it open and handing the woman not Yen, but Euros. An awkward messy number of bills. "A bit of an awkward process but...a man had kidnapped me and ran with me through a portal to Japan as I've realized. Luckily...I speak Japanese. Or...well, I suppose was programmed with it." Feeling a bit awkward speaking about herself in such a manner, she realized just how absurd it was to believe that the Shinigami had made her. That they were in a sense, literally her God. Her creator. Very painful to think about as well, which was exactly why she chose not to.

She'd go with the delusion that perhaps the Shinigami had created her, but through the accident of God's intervention. That the Bounts were his chosen people as the Jews were in the past, and their persecution and extermination was through the Devil's manipulation, and to test their loyalty to heavenly father. That she was spared because she was to be a memento, a remembrance, the disciple that was to keep in mind the loss of the Bount people and to restart their line like some sort of Noah that was left behind. However, she half wondered something. Were there still Bounts? The stories of the vampire were something she wasn't aware of, and it seemed that stories of them popped up in media. Did that mean...?

She shook her head. That...was a question for another time. 

[Irina Davayte]

Irina realized that in all of the activity, she hadn't introduced herself. "My name is Irina Davayte," she said apologetically. In response to the bit about Hamlet, she just said "Mmhm," not quite sure how she was supposed to react to that. Irina shook her hand "no" at the money Sylvanas tried to give her. It wasn't that the money was totally useless; actually, if it was as old as Hamlet, Sylvanas might be able to sell it to a collector for a good price. "No thanks, lunch will be my treat today. Do you like hamburgers? I know a really good burger joint down the street." She hesitated before adding "Do you need a job? I work for a big company, and they're always hiring for something."

[Col Arana]

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Halving that for joint training; total of 225 CTP to both participants.