Post by Moriko Koboyashi on May 23, 2016 8:03:41 GMT
Moriko Koboyashi was a woman of many masks. To the First Division she was the Dark Mistress of Paperwork, a whirlwind of energy and screeching that could turn the average shinigami’s life into a hell of red tape or a heaven of express queues. To the rest of noble society she was the young daughter of the head of the Koboyashi branch of the Shiori, perhaps a bit naive and perhaps a bit awkward still, but still pretty average all in all. To those she employs she’s a fierce taskmaster, expecting only the best out of them but just as loyal to them in return. For her father she wears a stony mask. Utterly in control of herself and never letting any of her emotions through.
That mask was the closest she had to her last mask, the mask she wears when she was all alone.
The Palace of Battle’s Dawn was once home to a powerful warlord who reigned over a large section of what was now West Rukongai in the era before the Gotei 13. He ruled as a great and terrible God-king over the weaker spirits around him, though Mori’s current working theory was that he was some sort of proto-shinigami with spiritual powers but not the zanpakuto, training and culture of the Shinigami that came later. Upon his death the facility was largely left alone. It was commonly called cursed and over the centuries it was left for time to take its due.
Mori knew that there were more things under heaven and earth than just the shinigami and hollows that most were familiar with. She had heard the stories of Mimihagi in the Eastern Rukongai, and her own martial art that she’d taken the first step on…
No! No! Enough time for that later. For now… slowly the gates of the ruined palace swing open in front of her.
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That mask was the closest she had to her last mask, the mask she wears when she was all alone.
The Palace of Battle’s Dawn was once home to a powerful warlord who reigned over a large section of what was now West Rukongai in the era before the Gotei 13. He ruled as a great and terrible God-king over the weaker spirits around him, though Mori’s current working theory was that he was some sort of proto-shinigami with spiritual powers but not the zanpakuto, training and culture of the Shinigami that came later. Upon his death the facility was largely left alone. It was commonly called cursed and over the centuries it was left for time to take its due.
Mori knew that there were more things under heaven and earth than just the shinigami and hollows that most were familiar with. She had heard the stories of Mimihagi in the Eastern Rukongai, and her own martial art that she’d taken the first step on…
No! No! Enough time for that later. For now… slowly the gates of the ruined palace swing open in front of her.
