They never learn (Public/Relations)

How did Fryst get into this situation? All she wanted was some late night coffee! She let out a shriek as one of the men grabbed her arms, hoping for the love of the gods someone came. She really didn't relish killing humans and wouldn't use her powers if she didn't have to, there was a few close by with spiritual powers, maybe they would help. 

Just five minutes earlier she had been walking home, coffee in hand when two men had approached, cat calling her. They were large, easily six inches or more taller. She had began walking faster when another one cut her off and she walked into an alley not thinking, just trying to get away only to find the rest of them. Thats how she got in this situation. 

She was five foot three in heels, her small stature dwarfed by the encircling men . Her scream reeling out as she felt helpless and scared, she hated confrontation and was scared of fighting.. they had ahold of her arms, her blonde hair in its braid swing wildly as she shook her head no.


"NYYYAAHHHHHHH!"

Fryst could safely say she was never happier to see someone than she was to see this man. Her face flustered and red as the man held her arms as he appeared. She found herself for some reason no longer being scared, her savior seemingly having stopped them from having their way with her, she pulled away from them haughtily and was about to take a step to take his hand her own right arm extending when she froze hearing the snicker.

Her eyes narrowed, no longer fear that gripped her but annoyance, a little bit of anger. This man was showing gallant behavior by helping her and that man snickered at his absolutely perfect display of what she would call a white knight! The fist she had extended balled up into a fist as she took in a deep breath.

"Don't laugh... he actually has manners!"

In a blurr of speed that could only be explained as inhuman she spun around her hand outstretched palm exposed in a slap, only as he hand made contact wit the mans face, her moving far to fast for him to even have a chance to react, a shockwave of frost shot off his body as he was knocked through the brick wall of the building to his right and out the other side stopping in the street motionless. 

She practically seethed for a moment before turning back to her savior smiling happily taking his hand.

"thank you sir, would you mind helping a lady out of this siutation?"

She said with a little innocent giggle.. as if she had not just knocked a man through a building.

Fryst sighed out of relief as the men ran off, nodding. She would seem to visibly relax when they left.

"Thank you again Mr....?"

She left it open at the end with an inflection so that he could fill in his name. If he did she would nod with a smile.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Fryst!..."

She blinked for a moment and realized they were still in an alley.. and no doubt the police would be coming soon because of the flying man cannonball through the building.. So she got an idea.

"Can I umm buy some coffee or a drink for helping me? Any way to pay you back really.. though we shouldn't stick around here much longer I think.."

She said nervously looking over at the man sized hole in the building next to them scratching the back of her head under her braid, then pulls her knee length pencil skirt back down as it had ridden up a little bit and straitened her white button up blouse.

She smiled and nodded, ooo Yakuza huh? A bad boy with manners? She had to turn away and fan herself for a moment all giddy with excitement. She reached into her little clasp and pulled out some lipstick and put it on looking into the mirror for a moment before closing it. Turning around her crystal blue eyes watching him with interest, a spiritually gifted human.. not very strong in power but he had a strong spirit it seemed as far as personality went. God thing Lance-kun or Nadi-chan hadn't come with her tonight, they might have leveled a city block because of those boys and who knows what would have happened if Jack-kun here had seen them. 

She would wait till he finished his phone conversation before talking.

"Yakuza huh? You in chummy with the local gangsters? I'll be honest since my coming here to Japan all I know is limited to one documentary on Netflix and old movies.."

She said more innocently and curious than anything, but was happy that he had already stated he would escort her home. Pointing down the street to her favorite local coffee shop as she clip clopped in her heels out of the alley, hoping he was following, as if questioning if he would be fine going there sort of silently so as not to intterupt him.

She smiled and nodded having to stop herself from giggling at his protection. She was never one to turn down a gesture like that, for most of her life she had been under the protection of one entity or another, first her father, then her guardians, then her shinigami friends. Now this man looked to take that title, he had some big shoes to fill, not that she would ever actually tell him that. Letting him in on the fact of what she was and what she was regarded as among many many souls within hueco mundo and hollow alone, their "princess" as she was sometimes called, may make him wanna run for the hills. The only people that knew her back when she lived under that title now protected her, though one day she would have to face her father one day, that day was not today.

"You have my gratitude then Jack-kun. It's nice to know that chivalry isn't completely dead in this world. Please take good care of me."

She stuck out her tongue playfully at him.

"So how long have you.. well had your powers? Forgive a girl for prying but I don't often meet people like yourself."

She was curious, though the part about "often" my be a little subjective to interpetation, more like one a month? maybe more?

She watched carefully, perhaps she should have asked about something else as it seemed to upset him. She frowned a little bit ass he turned away, it wasn't hard to read someones emotions, at least not for someone who was highly emotional themselves, body language tone of voice and the likes always were prime tells so she just sighed as he finished shaking her head, intertwining her arm in his.

Well Jack-kun, through it all it sounds like your trial to learn of your powers was not an easy one. That's not necessarily a bad thing though, in my experience those that gained them through struggle were more responsible with them. Used them for good like, rescuing poor damsels in distress in back alleys from mean men.. stuff like that."

She gave him a smile and began walking again.

"Now moving on from that subject, exactly where did you learn those exquisite manners? I have to say you are the first man in my recent memory that actually has them..Quincy, Shinigami, Fullbrings I've met them all and oddly enough the one I meet that has a moral compass that isnt so messed up, is a regular human.. how fitting hehe"

She smiled, tilting her head.

Fryst smiled nodding in thanks to the jacket, while the gesture was appreciated the girl was much more at home in the cold than being kept warm, she would have to give it back to him soon lest she get too hot, but no quite yet. His words were nice and spoke volumes to her, as she was once like that, wanting to be more than what her nature demanded. Bettering herself, for no other reason than to simply better ones self. His final remarks about the quincy and whatnot gave her pause however, she assumed he knew.. hmm how to explain.. eh best to just spell it out for him.

"Well.. put simply they are different races of beings and mortals with spiritual powers like you and me, for instance Shinigami are sorta like spiritual warrior priests, they pass on souls of the departed and such so they don't rot and become a hollow.. the umm beastly demon sometimes mean ones. Ummm hmm how to explain Quincy and fullbringers...."

She thought to herself for a moment, looking up at the starry night as they walked.

"Well like you Quincy are humans with powers but they have a specific set of powers.... A lot of them use spiritual bows that permenantly eliminate souls.. where as most other races when you are killed by them you pass on to the next life.. its a cycle of reincarnation. Ummm a fullbringer is a human who as a baby was infected with a Hollow's power.. and from that power they spawned their own similar ones when they get older.. but they are still at their base human."

She said all of this as if it was common knowledge but still trying to put it in a way he can understand. 

"The Main differences between the two major spiritual races of Shinigami and Hollow, is that hollow consume souls of the departed to gain power, where as shinigami would pass them on to their next destination. When a shinigami kills a hollow they send not only the soul of the hollow but all of the souls it has consumed onto the next life.. so they paint hollow in an "Evil" sort of light. I think personally that there are truths and lies on both sides. Hollow claim to only be trying to survive when shinigami claim to be rightchously protecting souls... I guess it's all a matter of how ya look at it.. some hollow can be made up of thousands of souls and evolve to stronger forms too.."

She stopped her tangent and looked up at him a little embarassed, a light blush coming over her cheeks.

"Sorry.. sorta nerded out on you there.."