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Post by Misato Ketsugōi on Jan 18, 2017 23:45:59 GMT
Humans were but victims of their own mortality. They understood little while living short lives quite fully and, yet, many hardly understood how blessed they were. Life might've been curse for some while others basked in their blessings. Even still, she hardly cared what others enjoyed. Misato remained steadfast in her personal beliefs years prior yet had a more open mind in more recent years. Misato reserved herself far away from others, her personal Japanese style house was without technology beyond basic communication devices for contacting Soul Society. Remaining away from others gave herself peace of mind, allowing to observe herself rather than herself in situations.
Her attire underwent a remarkable change during her time during Soul Society. Normally one for school girl attire, Her current manner of dress consisted of a short sleeve Yukata-like, single piece kimono finely tailored. The dark-blue gray color molded well into a fine shade. Warn over was a waist length red leather jacket with white fluff for a collar. Although abnormal, she reserved herself to wearing dark brown boots, similar to combat boots, but with more flexibility for increased movement. Finishing up her appearance was the noticeable alteration in hair color. Now short ink-black, mostly occurred due to remaining in Soul Society under intense, private, training. However, she currently choose against wearing her beloved coat and boots. Instead, wearing comfortable slippers with socks.
The darker blue obi contained both sheathed swords on left side, She hadn't fully considered how spending her day would go, simply musing over varying troubles like how she got to being a Sub Shinigami, Squad One Rep no less. Adding atop those, not really problems, she caught herself softly looking up towards the midday sky. Clouds passed by over rolling green hills, leaves rustling from a sweet scented warm breeze. Her back was leaned against a trunk atop a hill, left palm resting on one of the two swords.
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