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Post by Fryst Dronning on Dec 10, 2015 4:58:18 GMT
~Fryst Dronning AL-A~
It wasn't often Fryst hung around Karakura town, the place she lived in, and wasn't in her flesh gigai like body. Today however she had just finished dabbling with some practice. She wiped her brow and sighed, her blue dress blowing i the wind as the same with her sheer cape that dragged behind her. She took a deep breath and, as if another layer of skin and flesh was forming around her from the toes up, her massive reiatsu signature would slowly disappear until it was completely gone. She now wore cute ruffled above the knee black skirt, some cute heels and a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. The shirt was form fitting.
"Hmm I wonder if, we can actually make it to the Tango today.. and not have raule grope me.."
She sighed,Her blonde hair in it's usual braid on her left shoulder she began walking, not really paying attention to her surroundings at all. She waved at a few shop keepers she knew well as she walked and made her ways towards the Dance studio that her rhehersal was set to be had at. After all an aspiring proffessional dancer needed to be on time and all that.
{Spoiler}Name: Hiding Spirituality Type: Supplemental Range: Self Class: Hollow Techniques Tier: 2 Description: By activating this ability the user is able to materialize their body to a point of being able to be seen by regular humans. The user does this by forming a permeable shell around themselves that is visible to humans and mortals. The technique can be activated mentally, and deactivated mentally. It has no other effect other than that and remains in effect until dispelled. While using this she also appears in sense and sigh as a regular human, hiding her small hollow hole above her navel under clothing.
A pale, defeated looking sad sort of pudgy man handed out a tiny, rectangular slice of cardstock to the man he'd been directed. The fellow smiled, briefly glanced at the bit of paper, then promptly proceeded to crush it in his hand and move about his business. Sol was not distressed by the uppity, casual dismissal of his offer. Humans weren't very good at recognizing gifts. They tended to concern themselves more with the mouths than the horses they were receiving. The sweating lawyer proceeded down the near empty street, his eyes nervously darting about, his ghostly lord hovering forever just a few inches back and to the left.
She stood out. Her hair seemed to be on a different schedule than the rest of her. Something told Sol that this was a client of inestimable value, though he wasn't entirely certain why. Her reiatsu signature was normal, wasn't it? She was just an ostentatiously dressed human, by the looks of things. On a normal day, he wouldn't have his fat little puppet waste valuable paper on her. Something buzzed wrong all about her, though. Whether she was normal or not, the girl had that ozone smell of conflict all about her. With a stinging touch, he turned his minion's head towards the girl, who was even now soliloquizing about Tango.
"She needs a card. Give her a card, and don't let her throw it away."
Wincing away from the burning, acidic touch of his unwanted tutor, the harried little man raced across the street towards Fryst. He offered a business card to her, his hands trembling as he extended it. It was an exceptional business card. It had a subtle off-white colouring, a tasteful thickness to it. It even had a watermark. On it was printed, in raised lettering, amongst a series of phone numbers and contact addresses:
"SOL MEDIAR"
And just below this: "ATTORNEY TO THE SPIRITUALLY AWARE"
Behind the man presenting this bit of pressed woodpulp, Sol held his breath. He didn't actually breathe, of course, but some twitchy instinct told him that the blonde, braided girl's response would be important, and so he stilled his chest. Like an argument hiding beneath the thin but stretchy veneer of civility, she was worth more than appearances told him. It wasn't important why, but even if it meant getting personally involved, he'd have to know how.
Post by Fryst Dronning on Dec 11, 2015 6:18:38 GMT
~Fryst Dronning AL-A~
Fryst felt it, a hollows reiatsu, and sure enough as she looked to where it was coming from was a small pudjy man putting a card into her hand, behind him hovered a hollow, an odd looking thing but she offered a smile until she seen the threads running to the human. Her smile fell as she looked down at the card then back up, not at the man but at the hollow sighing. While he couldn't feel her reiatsu, at all, she looked at it with a disappointed one.
"Excuse me Hollow-san.. could you do me a favor and release this man? I don't like to see people in pain or controlled, and honestly I don't want to have to hurt you to get it to happen.."
She gave a little giggle and tilted her head looking at the hollow awaiting his decision. She knew the technique he was using, she knew how to use it, but the threads of sorrow was something that.. was a bad technique, should never be used on another sentient being especially some innocent human. She lived in this city and didn't like seeing its inhabitants being taken advantage of by the spiritual. It irked her that they thought themselves superior than the regular humans.
Name: Hiding Spirituality Type: Supplemental Range: Self Class: Hollow Techniques Tier: 2 Description: By activating this ability the user is able to materialize their body to a point of being able to be seen by regular humans. The user does this by forming a permeable shell around themselves that is visible to humans and mortals. The technique can be activated mentally, and deactivated mentally. It has no other effect other than that and remains in effect until dispelled. While using this she also appears in sense and sigh as a regular human, hiding her small hollow hole above her navel under clothing.
Well, she could see him, Sol thought. That both simplified and complicated matters. If she could see him, then he was probably in danger. A shinigami in a gigai powerful enough to completely pass off as human would be dangerous, and the fact that she was politely requesting compliance of him rather than skipping to the force option was both encouraging and threatening at once. On the one hand, unless she was an excellent actress, it said that she had already taken the full measure of his worth and found him to not be a threat. On the other, it meant that she was his kind of people, the kind that would rather talk through a problem than punch through it.
Before he could even manage a reply, though, the chubby little man spoke up. He'd been staring in awe with a gape jaw for just a moment, before growing very furtive and anxious looking. He leaned in, his worn, craggy old face putting on a placating smile, the sort that did nothing but hide the pain. Glancing around to make sure that nobody was paying attention to them, he nodded towards the pleasant young lady threatening his spooky ghost master.
"So, y-you can see him too, is it? Ahh, I imagine that must be quite shocking. But please, I assure you that there's been a misunderstanding. It would be extremely problematic if he were to release me, so could you please overlook this?"
"What my esteemed colleague Mr. Lourdes here is trying to say," began, speaking through a mouth opening on his right hip facing outwards, "Is that without the ghost of such an exquisitely skilled attorney offering him legal advice, his entire practice would go belly-up in a month."
It was obvious from the cringing and twitching of the maligned Harold Lourdes that Sol had cut straight through to the heart of the matter. He offered no defense, but simply clapped his hands together and rubbed them a bit, giving that sort of soul-washed smile of his in hopes it would offer explanation enough.
"To put it elsewise, he's free to go any time that he likes. It is not by any malice that I keep him here, and only by careless accident that he is occasionally burned by my touch. It is none other than human greed that binds him. He's gotten used to a six-figure lifestyle, and would rather deal with my occasional love taps than find a new career as an underpaid, abused paralegal."
Post by Fryst Dronning on Dec 14, 2015 5:03:09 GMT
~Fryst Dronning AL-A~
The blonde girl was confused for a moment, the man willingly underwent this pain, so as to get an advantage. What a poor existance to live, this was not how humans were supposed to be, they were supposed to be free, not under the influence of the spiritual. she frowned at him, giving him a disappointed look, like a mother at a child who had gotten far too greedy with the cookie jar.
"And yet Mr. You may very will die from his influence as well, if a shinigami catches you caluding with a hollow, especially to gain an advantage over non spiritual humans, they will kill it, and you will lose your "Advantage" anyways, and all this pain will have been for nothing."
She sighed, shaking her head. What a sad situation, she looked back down at the card, something was intruiging her however.
"But it is your life to live, regardless of that. Sol-san... What exactly does a .. spiritual attorney do? Clearly you realize that there are no court rooms here to debate whether we fight for our lives or die, that is merely a battle field. Not many are willing to argue life or death when they are sworn to end things that resemble you.. and me?"
She offered a giggle thinking about it. How did this guy stay in business?!
Name: Hiding Spirituality Type: Supplemental Range: Self Class: Hollow Techniques Tier: 2 Description: By activating this ability the user is able to materialize their body to a point of being able to be seen by regular humans. The user does this by forming a permeable shell around themselves that is visible to humans and mortals. The technique can be activated mentally, and deactivated mentally. It has no other effect other than that and remains in effect until dispelled. While using this she also appears in sense and sigh as a regular human, hiding her small hollow hole above her navel under clothing.
As his newest potential client was busy chewing out Harold for his greedy, unscrupulous ways, Sol was paying close attention to her words and her behaviour. Something still didn't add up. When her final words were spoken, just before she resumed her rather peculiar habit of giggling when nothing particularly amusing was happening (though, he admitted to himself, maybe things looked more entertaining from her side of the court), he caught it. She'd compared herself to him, at least in regards to their relationship with the bathrobe-wearing spirit reapers that liked to think themselves the kings of all things spiritual. This meant at the very least that she was not on their side, and that they viewed her as much an enemy as him.
"She's correct enough about this much, Mr. Lourdes: we are right now in a position where we may draw some attention to ourselves. Feel free to take the remainder of the evening off." Out of instinct, he almost patted the man on his balding head, but recalled that this unusual woman was not fond of watching human's suffer. The aging mouthpiece smiled and gave a polite but insincere half-bow to the nice but condescending lady who'd been trying to chastise him out of his livelihood, then shuffled off to spend his evening indulging in the vices that only his ill-gotten livelihood could sustain.
With that distraction gone, Sol was free to attempt to puzzle his way through this bizarre unknown quantity. His instincts had not been wrong in telling him that she was out of place, that there was something strange. What, though, could she be? There was no sign that she was anything but a human. A shinigami could accomplish this, but only if they wore one of those fake bodies they'd made for the purpose. As far as he'd known, no such vessel had ever been tailored to fit a hollow. This left the various breeds of spiritually gifted humans, but he'd never once met one that could so thoroughly suppress their reiatsu. This meant that she existed in a blind spot, a hole in his knowledge of the world. He found this simultaneously interesting and off-putting.
"You are all too right. The card is actually just for show, something to let me keep track of potential clients. There are very few spiritual beings who are willing to settle disputes of interest with words. I do my best to show them that it may be done, but the typical outcome is somebody begins waving a sword. In fact, I receive no compensation for my services, save for the satisfaction of a job well done. It's really fairly bleak and thankless, but if you know my kind, then you will also know that I am not at liberty to affect my disposition. I solve disputes, by any means necessary, because that is simply what I am.
"Though I've already given you my name by proxy, allow me to formally introduce myself. Sol Mediar, advocate and arbitrator. The pleasure is all mine."
Post by Fryst Dronning on Dec 28, 2015 5:00:29 GMT
~Fryst Dronning AL-A~
Fryst couldn't help but sigh out of relief as the little portl bald man scampered off and she gave a bright smile to Sol with a nod, clearly happy the human was gone. She listened to him dilligently and nodded.
"You remind me of someone Sol-san, but I'll get to that later it's nice to meetcha! I'm Fryst, Fryst Dronning, and I know your race well. Though we have a little different opinions on what can be changed and what can't but that's for later... Walk and talk with me?... or float?"
She kind of gave a little half shrug with a cute smile and she motioned him to follow. She started talking not really worried about the odd looks she got from the passing humans and she sorta talked out loud to herself seemingly.
"But you should really change your title to handy man I think, if you solve problems through any means necessary. Attorney is a bad label.. aside from that. Exactly how do you charge?"
She was curious not only because she might have some uses for him, but also he was becoming increasingly interesting to her.
Name: Hiding Spirituality Type: Supplemental Range: Self Class: Hollow Techniques Tier: 2 Description: By activating this ability the user is able to materialize their body to a point of being able to be seen by regular humans. The user does this by forming a permeable shell around themselves that is visible to humans and mortals. The technique can be activated mentally, and deactivated mentally. It has no other effect other than that and remains in effect until dispelled. While using this she also appears in sense and sigh as a regular human, hiding her small hollow hole above her navel under clothing.
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