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Post by ANNABELLE BLACK on Jan 22, 2017 9:06:15 GMT
Ding dong. The sound of the seatbelt sign coming to life resounded throughout the plane.
"Passengers we are now coming into Karakura, please remain seated with your seat belts fastened, and prepare for landing."
At this point people who were wandering the aisle of the plane began to scurry back to their seats in a somewhat orderly fashion. There was one in particular who made a quick dash back from the bathroom, what a hell it would've been to get stuck in there while the plane started descending. Still there was one young lady there who simply sat with her legs crossed staring out the window to her left. She wore simply clothing. A black sweater and black jeans. On her feet had simple pair of black Chelsea boots on her feet. She sat with her left elbow on the arm rest as she propped her her head up by resting her chin in the palm of the aforementioned hand, while her right hand lay across her lap, her fingers systematically drumming away on the arm rest. She peered at the clouds that went by slowly and the buildings and vehicles below that seemed like a gigantic play set.
Down her shoulders flowed black silky hair and her face held a pair of sapphire blue optics which watched as the ground got closer and closer. Finally she was reaching her destination. Her departure from Germany was pretty inconspicuous, she wasn't sure they'd notice she was gone until it was too late, and even then they wouldn't be able to find out where she went. The wretched people that had just so happen to be the only people she could technically call "Family". Though she'd rather die before she did that, her stomach hurled then felt light. She sickened herself even thinking about them in that manner.
There was a soft bump and the sound of screeching tires as the plane finally touched down on the runway. At long last her destination. The plane soon enough came to a slow roll and taxi'd up to its gate where it came to a complete stop. Annabelle, the black haired girl unbuckled her seat belt and stood to her feet quickly retrieving her carry on from the luggage department. It was a simply single strapped duffle bag which she slung over her shoulder and across her chest. She moved quickly exiting the plane as soon as the door opened. It didn't take her long to get out to the baggage claim area where she collected the rest of her belongings and then made her way through customs and out the airport.
It was dark out seeing as she had came in on a late flight. The sky was a lit only by the moon and stars, the streets illuminated by their glow and the odd street light here and there. She looked both ways up and down the street. There were no cabs parked along the sidewalk. Well that was weird and unfortunate. Either way it didn't matter she didn't have a particular place in mind to stay so the hotel right across from the airport was more than convenient As soon as she set her foot down on to the road though, her senses were wracked with the foul feeling of a hollow.
She groaned, really, now of all times? The ugly masked creature appeared out of nowhere as if it were magic. Anna could've sword she had been keeping her reiatsu output to a minimum, she was surprised this thing could still find her. Or perhaps it was simply a coincidence of wrong place, wrong time. Either way it fucking sucked and she just really wanted to get to bed so she could get her stuff together the next day. So without wasting anytime she raised her right hand where a dangling silver cross could be seen attached to the bracelet around her right wrist. It glowed a light blue light before forming a shot gun in her outstretched hand. She squeezed the trigger and five arrows fired off immediately, all of them hitting the hollow right in the mask. At moment her reiatsu spiked and anyone who was close by or even good at sensing was sure to notice the blip on their map. Whether or not they decided she was worth checking out though, she didn't know. She stepped quickly and attempted to make her way to the hotel as the dead hollow dispersed and the shot gun in her hand did the same.
{Spoiler}{Spoiler} Name: Stille (Silence) Class: Reiatsu Control Tier: I Type: Passive Range: Self Description: Without her say Annabelle's reiatsu naturally conceals the sounds of all movements she makes besides those of stepping or any other techniques. Any other sound besides speech is non-existent.
Post by SUPERIA IGNISA REGALAS on Jan 23, 2017 0:35:10 GMT
Time during Heuco Mundo left Superia severely drained. Quincy were not meant to trespass there and Superia saw more than why. The Hollow’s spiritual energy acted as a toxin for Quincy; Even in small doses it could be lethal. Naturally pale skin remained flushed, each night Superia awaking in cold sweat. No matter how long she stayed, no matter what precautions she took, Superia couldn’t adapt. Even though I haven’t been in direct contact with Hollow Reiryoku, their Reiatsu is thick in Las Noches. Even being out in the sands does little. Her thoughts as she leaned against a metal pole.
Her troubled face remained wrought in stone expression, smooth and refined yet as though her gaze looked past the world around her. This was just Superia’s natural demeanor, her perception of the world was different than others; Including the white colored glove on her right hand. Even though Superia’s reasoning for using the Sanrei Glove might burn out her own powers, but she couldn’t deny the explosion of power it offered upon removal. But even with her tired mind and sore body Superia looked past both pessimism and optimism. Eyes closed, chest expanding as she inhaled then exhaled deeply to relieve stress.
As she did a Hollow’s spiritual pressure appeared. Lids narrowed in annoyance however she wanted to remain out of combat. Utilizing Veil she manipulated reishi around her to make her spiritual pressure vanish, making herself appear as a powerless Human. She turned, walking away from the situation with fingers partly curled. She got around the block when a reishi disterbance got her attention, destroying the Hollow. What could have cause this? She thought. The only logical explanation, the ones who only could manipulate reishi like that so suddenly, was Quincy.
She utilized the Quincy’s Flash Step, moving towards a building across from where the Hollow was. Even though Superia normally stayed out of conflicts, she was an observer. Plus, Quincy were a rare sighting.
The Karasu River Hotel was an above average establishment; at least by the standards of hotels seeking the easy traffic that came from being located so close to an airport. “Close”, of course, was in reference to how quickly a taxi or other vehicle would get you there, so it was a good thirty minutes before the young girl managed to drag her luggage through the automatic front door.
At this late hour only one person manned the front desk, an attractive young woman wearing standard hotel receptionist attire, all be it with her tie undone and vest unbuttoned, a clear indication of one who was no stranger to staying comfortable during the night shift. Asking if this newcomer had a reservation, the receptionist went about checking through the hotel records on her computer, giving Annabelle some time to glance around and take in her surroundings. The decorations were a strange mix of japanese decoration with the more bland furniture one might find in a hotel chain anywhere in world. The effect was clearly designed to seem familiar to as large an ethnic group as possible, a comfortable place for visitors to return to when they were done with whatever activities occupied them during the day. The common area was entirely empty now, most residents having already retired to their rooms. The woman behind the desk completed her typing, and reached under the counter to grab a room card.
“My apologies, but we are slightly overbooked tonight, and it seems your reservation was placed for an already occupied room. The only rooms still available are the small suites, so we’ve upgraded you for no additional cost. I hope this is acceptable.”
The woman handed over the card, along with some basic instruction on how to locate the room. One short elevator ride and walk down a long hallway later, and the young quincy had slipped her card through the electronic lock and awkwardly slipped through the door with her bags in tow.
The room was as the receptionist had described, a small two room suite with separate rooms for the bedroom and common area. Too tired to bother with anything else, Annabelle turned to carry her bags into the bedroom, but stopped, the sudden eerie sensation of a second reiatsu signature appearing close-by causing her to quickly turn around. A man was sitting at the opposite end of the room, on the couch that had, only a moment ago been completely empty.
Seran smiled as the girl's eyes met his. He shifted, crossing his legs with hands situated calmly in his lap. As usual, his cleaned and pressed suit was at odds with his unkempt hair, uncombed save for when his fingers ran through it to remove the strands from his eye.
Post by ANNABELLE BLACK on Jan 23, 2017 4:26:01 GMT
Thirty minutes it took her to get to the hotel that was closest to the airport, as if she weren't already irritated enough having to have to deal with a hollow basically as soon as she got to Japan. She would've preferred to not use her powers for as long as necessary. Hopefully though no one noticed her little display back there. She entered the hotel walking in to so the very casual receptionist sitting behind her desk. It was quiet, very quiet though she supposed that made sense given the hour. She approached the desk her face not betraying her current state of mind.
"Hi, a reservation for Annabelle Black." The black haired quincy stood waiting for the receptionist as she searched through the system. Her head turned and she scanned the lobby. This place was actually a lot better than she had expected now that she took a moment to stop and look at it. She thought it would've been closer to a motel than anything else.
"My apologies, but we are slightly overbooked tonight, and it seems your reservation was placed for an already occupied room. The only rooms still available are the small suites, so we’ve upgraded you for no additional cost. I hope this is acceptable.” The receptionist finally spoke up, her words causing a look of confusion to appear on Anna's face. This little mix up was unexpected and surprising to say the least. She was pretty sure the room she had booked was open, though she couldn't very well complain about an upgrade.
"That's fine, thank you." She took the card that was offered to her and then used the directions given to find her room. Eventually she came up to her room door, sliding the card through the reader she quickly made her way inside letting the door swing shut behind her. She left her suitcase there by the door, she didn't feel like dragging it around anymore right now. It was then that she noticed the other reiatsu. She brought herself to a pause, it wasn't one she recognized, nor was it anything she'd ever felt before. Annabelle could sense it coming from the next room and approached carefully. As she entered the living room of the suite she saw a man in a well pressed suit and messy hair sitting on the couch.
The black haired Quincy stared him down as he greeted her by name, "And just who might you be?" She wouldn't openly admit to being Annabelle Black, not she thought there was much point to it. There was a chance this person could be the one behind her getting this room.
{Spoiler}Name: Stille (Silence) Class: Reiatsu Control Tier: I Type: Passive Range: Self Description: Without her say Annabelle's reiatsu naturally conceals the sounds of all movements she makes besides those of stepping or any other techniques. Any other sound besides speech is non-existent.
Post by SUPERIA IGNISA REGALAS on Jan 24, 2017 5:18:03 GMT
The other Quincy's spiritual presence remained registered but precise movements were difficult for Superia to track. Granted there were some complications but Superia remained stationary while her target moved towards what Superia assumed her room. Perhaps she should stay distant. Getting involved in another Quincy's business wasn't customary in their tradition although they were a rarity. She surmised her a business woman, most likely dark personality in some aspects based on choice in attire but precise specifications weren't current due to time of day and distance. Choosing to get closer Superia utilized Stepping with back against building wall.
She stood in air waiting to see what would unfold, however, another was present. Even though Superia couldn't properly detect the man she recognized the voice. Another recruit? Hm, I don't know any Quincy with the name Black. Her musings were short before she tapped against the window. She leaned over her expression still stoic. The reason was simple, hiding from Seran was pointless. Seeing a chance to meet another Quincy besides Liam sounded interesting enough, the guy hated Quincy or at least Pure Bloods. Pointed to the window lock she wanted one of them to open it so she could enter.
“I’m a concerned citizen. One who keeps track of “gifted” individuals that visit Karakura Town.”
Seran’s tone was friendly and he gestured towards the end of the couch closest to Annabelle.
“Please sit, I’m sure you’re tired from your trip so I’ll try and keep this brief. I….”
He trailed off as a slight tapping sound from the window caught his attention, along with a familiar reiatsu. He raised an eyebrow at the figure on the other side of the glass, what in the world was the Regalas girl doing here? Nevermind that. Damage control. Seran turned back to Annabelle with what he hoped was a reassuring smile.
“Pardon me a moment.”
Standing up, Seran approached the window and lifted the latch, letting in a soft breath of cool night air as he slid the glass pane aside. Superia was perched on the ledge beyond the window, her expressionless face giving no indication that this manner of entry was in anyway bizarre.
“Are you following me again? I thought I told you to go to the store or the spa and wait if you needed me.”
She really could be a nuisance sometimes, seeming more like the child her appearance made her look to be then her actual age. But on the list of quincy he currently needed to deal with, Superia was currently second. He kept his voice low so Annabelle wouldn’t hear.
“Nevermind, just sit and keep quiet while I talk to this one. We’ll talk about boundaries later.”
Seran quickly escorted Superia to the couch and returned to his previous seated position.
“Apologies. But my errr… ‘associate’ didn’t want to wait outside until I finished. The air is getting a bit chilly, wouldn’t want her to catch a cold.”
Post by ANNABELLE BLACK on Jan 26, 2017 17:29:51 GMT
A concerned citizen? Just how concerned did one have to be to find out where she was staying before she even got here. Even if by chance he did some how just randomly choose her name this made no sense, she'd never been to Japan before in her life so no one here should know she was a Quincy. There was clearly more to this than he was letting on, she was about to ask him about how he even knew of her coming to Japan when he stopped speaking himself and made his way to the window. Annabelle had noticed the rapping against the window but didn't pay it much mind until the man in front of her made his way over to it. Was there someone else here then? She wasn't liking this at all, she'd made sure to make her way here under the radar and already there was someone who knew who she was and possibly a second. She was tempted to slip out the door whilst he was distracted but something told her he'd just find her again, plus she really wanted to know how he knew about her.
The seat he had offered her she still hadn't taken, preferring to be on foot just in case she needed to make a quick break for it. She waited until he came back into the room, with as she had guessed it, a second person in tow. Was this just another concerned citizen here to keep track of "gifted" individuals.
"Uh huh, and your 'associate' just happened to be lingering outside my window? Just like you just happened to be sitting on my couch in an upgraded room which I didn't know I was getting. I'm guessing I have you to thank for that."
Even as she spoke to the man before her, her eyes stayed focussed on the new comer. Something about her made Anna uneasy, she was itching to shoot the woman dead and the man as well and be done with it. The only reason she didn't is because things probably wouldn't work out that smoothly, for one she didn't sense either of them until they were way too close which told her there was a decent probability that they were both stronger than her, and should she manage to kill them despite that fact her name was tied to the room which would just implicate her.
"You've still yet to tell me who you are, or why you're here."
Post by SUPERIA IGNISA REGALAS on Jan 29, 2017 4:39:51 GMT
The comical situation continued unraveling Seran's plans. Whatever those plans might be must have something to do with this other Quincy. Did Seran known? A possibility existed based off current and past observations. An ever curious Superia remained unnerved by Seran's stressful situation; not feeling an ounce of consideration for his own ordeal and remaining more of an observer by her own standards. She was an outside, third party, who simply watched while listening so to gather information on Seran's goals. She didn't completely trust him like he not completely trust her however their interests were enough where Superia cooperated with, not only others, him .
Her head tilted right giving what looked somewhere between curiousness and playfulness depending how one's own thoughts on Superia's unmoving facial expressions. But Superia understood how her presence undoubtedly took Seran by surprise along with this other Quincy, who should be concerned with two people showing up unannounced. Based off what this woman said she didn't seem to know Seran. After remaining still for several seconds she crawled into the room and walked over onto a couch. Both palms rested in lap with legs together but her short stature meant feet couldn't touch the floor.
Did Superia have anything to say? Yes, but she didn't feel like talking. She was simply there to understand more about this Quincy and why Seran needed more than two Quincy. Maybe Superia alone wasn't good enough or he needed someone with more battle based abilities, she wasn't a fighter. No, Superia was simply a scientist who knew how to fight. Feeling an itch underneath her Sanrei glove she scratched the top of her right hand. Wearing this thing was an issue especially when bathing off, but at least they didn't absorb water, rather pulling sweat away when she did get wet.
"Uh huh, and your 'associate' just happened to be lingering outside my window? Just like you just happened to be sitting on my couch in an upgraded room which I didn't know I was getting. I'm guessing I have you to thank for that."
Seran watched as Annabelle’s eyes moved back and forth between himself and Superia. It didn’t take a genius to tell she was sizing them up. She hadn’t hesitated to take out the hollow he had “released” near the airport, so for her to pause now meant she had some inclination of their difference in strength. Good instincts perhaps, though it was impossible to know for certain. Superia seems utterly unconcerned with the proceedings, aloof as always until something caught her interest.
"You've still yet to tell me who you are, or why you're here."
“Interruptions…”
Another annoyed glance flicked in Superia’s directions.
“...are unusually common for me. But as I was saying: I am a concerned citizen. I’m sure you have some understanding of the significance of this area, else I doubt you’d have flown here directly. Karakura is an important spiritual hub, and you’ll find more spiritual beings here than just about anywhere else.”
Seran’s expression darkened slightly as he continued.
“It should go without saying that this kind of activity draws special attention from the shinigami, who pay extra attention to the spiritual goings-on around here. Which leads me to my reason for ‘stopping by’.”
Seran’s removed his phone from an inside pocket of his suit. He swiped the screen with a finger before turning the device so the display could easily be seen by both girls. The still image on the screen was quickly obvious as Annabelle, shotgun in hand, with several arrows already in flight towards the hollow both she and Seran knew was off screen.
“There is no race more easily identified by shinigami monitoring systems than quincy. No matter how skilled you are at hiding your presence, the unfortunate side effects of your powers alert shinigami the instant you begin dispatching hollows in an area as heavily monitored as this. Alerted shinigami means more patrols, which means my associates and I have to spend more time looking over our shoulders.”
He clicked off the phone and returned it to his pocket.
“So I’ve come here to politely ask that you minimize use of your powers for the duration of your stay."
Post by ANNABELLE BLACK on Feb 3, 2017 23:31:36 GMT
Interruptions he says. Well either way it didn't really matter, she didn't like being controlled or manipulated regardless of whom it was or their reason. She listened intently as he spoke, again he mentioned himself as a concerned citizen. No name to go by, not to mention she didn't recognize the texture of his reiatsu. It was almost human but not quite. It definitely didn't feel anything like a hollow, so what exactly was he? He did however confirm her beliefs that this town was quite busy when it came to spiritual activities and that this town itself was under the speculative eye of the shinigami. Lovely, she'd have to be careful how she carried out her plans she didn't need them getting involved before she was ready. Still it didn't matter at least she knew was pretty much in the heart of their territory, exactly where she needed to be.
Annabelle's eyes narrowed as she watched the strange man reach into his jacket, her own hand ready to react at a moments notice, but he only pulled a cellphone from within his jacket. What was he up to, a phone call? No it seemed he wanted to show her something. The young Quincy leaned forward as she peered into the tiny screen of the phone. It was a picture in the act of dispatching the hollow that had just attacked her outside. Just how long had he been watching her? Her cold blue eyes left the screen and stared at Seran with a piercing gaze that clearly told she wasn't happy about being spied on. Who the hell was this guy and what did he want? He slipped the phone back into his pocket and then proceeded to 'politely' ask her to not use her powers, or at least minimize the use of them.
"I'm so sorry my being here is such an inconvenience to you," she said, her voice dripping in sarcasm "But I'd much rather kill the hollow coming for my throat than sit back and let it kill me simply because you can't be bothered to look over your shoulder."
Her eyes narrowed as she spat out the last part of her sentence. Who did he think he was. "You've got some nerve to think I'm just going to do as you say. If you were that worried why didn't you get rid of it yourself before I had to take action. You sure seem plenty strong enough." She wasn't sure just how strong he was but she could tell he was stronger than herself. And from what he said she could also tell he was no friend to the shinigami, or at the very least, they had no love for him. She wondered what it was that he had done.
{Spoiler}Name: Stille (Silence) Class: Reiatsu Control Tier: I Type: Passive Range: Self Description: Without her say Annabelle's reiatsu naturally conceals the sounds of all movements she makes besides those of stepping or any other techniques. Any other sound besides speech is non-existent.
Post by SUPERIA IGNISA REGALAS on Feb 8, 2017 4:05:23 GMT
Like from before during their initial meeting Superia withdrew a small silver case constructed from Soul Synthesized Silver. From she pulled what looked a cigarette. Causing spiritual particles within the tip to vibrate she light it up, causing an azure white burn and she took a drag. Silver case closed she placed back into her pocket. The scent produced was like that of Jasmine tea, subtly sweet yet highly fragrant. This was a creation of Superia's the Arrancar called Theocolleise once requested from Soupy, acting like a high dosage of nicotine while not being the addictive substance; being more like a mild TCH affect yet without being unhealthy.
"The Quincy's arrogance still remains even after being slaughtered." Observational input, without placing herself into the conversation yet doing so as well; Superia retained her emotionless expression with an equally emotionless tone. "For what reason has he survived?" Superia's eyes had not drifted towards Seran yet, rather, lids closed while her words were directed at him. "By what method has his existence remained? A simple answer, by not making foolish mistakes. And--" Superia's lids opened when taking another drag from her peace flame. Blowing smoke out she spoke once more. "--by associating with those with similar problems."
Post by ANNABELLE BLACK on Feb 14, 2017 5:58:23 GMT
As she waited for a reply of some sort from the black haired man, the blonde beside him decided to whip out a silver case removing from it what seemed to be a cigarette. Not any that Anna had ever seen before, but then again she wasn't a specialist on tobacco products. Blue eyes watched the eerie odd female as she brought the small leaf filled tube to her lips, though she had yet to reach for a match or lighter causing Annabelle to wonder, just how exactly was this woman planning on smoking an unlit cigarette. It was then that it happened. It was small, but she still felt the movement of the reishi in the air, and if that didn't do it the light blue flame popping up on the end of the cigarette was a dead give away.
Quincy. She thought to herself, eyes darkening.
First some weirdo hijacks her information and sets up here in this room to meet her and now a fucking Quincy. How much better could Japan get. She was starting to regret her decision in leaving Japan. The blonde took a drag from her cigarette before speaking up and confirming Anna's suspicions even more as she started talking about the Quincy as if she knew them personally. It was at this point, she felt like she needed to check out. This place wasn't going to cut it for her.
"That's an interesting story and all, but..." as she spoke the reishi around her was already at work removing the small black capsule from her pocket and throwing it right between both the man and the other female Quincy at incredible speeds. "... I do believe it's time for me to leave."
She jumped back out of range just before the capsule exploded. Normally she'd just use a smoke or flash in this situation, but she wanted the Quincy dead if she could help it. The man, well if he couldn't take care of himself he'd simply be collateral damage. Serves him right for sticking his nose in her business anyway.
{Spoiler}Items - Name: Platzen [Burst] Type: Item - Single-Use Tier: III Current Amount: 10 Description: A quincy contact grenade, comparable in size to a ginto tube but black in color, Rauchen, Blitz, and Platzen are all identical in appearance, only the user can differentiate between them. Platzen contains condensed reishi, and explodes harshly when striking a surface, on top of the explosive damage, the blast is also quite loud and can leave ears ringing for a post or two after detonation.
Techniques - Name: Festhalten (Grip) Class: Reishi Technique Type: Supplementary Tier: II Range: 30 Meters Description: By tampering with the Reishi around an object, one can hold a telekinetic-like control over it; allowing them to use multiple weapons at the same time without hampering their prowess as a weapon wielder. Objects are tossed at bala speeds.
Even as Annabelle jumped backwards to avoid the blast she expected, Seran’s hand darted forward, closing quickly around the small capsule. There was no sound, no explosion, nothing at all to indicate that object the mod soul had intercepted was in any way dangerous. With a slight smile Seran opened his hand, revealing the unchanged platzen within.
“But you’ve only just arrived.”
With a quick flick of his hand he rolled capsule forward and clasped it between his thumb and forefinger.
“Color me somewhat impressed. You really intended to kill both of us didn’t you? You’re fairly comfortable with killing for someone of your age.”
Before she could respond, Annabelle would feel her chin jerked up slightly. Seran held it softly with his hand, a quite surprising development given the distance that had separated them a moment earlier. He recalled how it had felt the first time a shinigami had used shunpo to invade his personal space faster than he could react or comprehend; it felt nice to be on the other side of such an interaction.
“You would do well to remember that it pays to size up an opponent before attacking. Wouldn’t want someone less forgiving than me to ruin this pretty face.”
Even if she tried to move he would hold her there, the difference in strength should have been obvious, but he had no objection to teaching her a harder lesson if she refused to behave.
“Where were we? Ah yes, I believe you were apologizing for being an inconvenience? Apology accepted. Now let's get back to discussing how you won’t be using your powers to destroy any hollows while here in this beautiful city."
{Spoiler}Name: Quench Tier I-VII Type: Defensive Class: Reiryoku Range: Long (100m) Description: Seran points his hand in the direction of a weapon, sending his reiryoku to it at cero speed then closes his hand, surrounding the item with his reiryoku and counteracting all energy in the weapon. This “quenches” the item, disabling all the items properties and negating any energy being used through it. The cooldown of quench depends of the tier of the abilities quenched, and none of the items properties can be used, and no energy can be used through the weapon for 3 posts after being quenched.
Post by ANNABELLE BLACK on Mar 15, 2017 4:29:12 GMT
As she jumped back she watched the wild haired man grab onto the explosive she threw at them. Still it didn't matter to her, she simply waited for the explosion to go off and blow them both to pieces. Yet, when her feet touched the ground nothing happened. The man simply stayed there with his grasp closed smiling at her. There hadn't even been a poof to signify that the explosive went of. She didn't sense a sudden burst of reishi, nothing. Then his features cracked with a slight smile as he opened up his hand and there sat the platzen as if it hadn't been made to go off on contact.
Annabelle couldn't believe her eyes. At the very least he should've lost a hand, but no, he was unscathed and as a result so was the Quincy beside him that she was really after. Her eyes went back to his face as he started speaking again, toying with the literal bomb in his hand. "Well if we're being honest, my aim was just to kill her," she said nodding her head in Superia's direction. "You were more or less collateral damage."
He was right though, she didn't have a problem with killing. Watching your parents get murdered in front of you and then being treated like a mare for the better part of your younger years kind of fucked you up a little on the inside. Her past did make her somewhat of a darker person and that wasn't something that she hid. He broke her train of thought as he suddenly popped up in her face causing her to react by pulling back, but when she tried she couldn't move. Hell she hadn't even been aware of the fact that he had taken hold of her face until she tried to move. What exactly was this man? "Right, and again I ask. I'm supposed to just stand there and let a hollow kill me simply because me defending myself would be an inconvenience to you? Why would I do that?"
Post by SUPERIA IGNISA REGALAS on Mar 15, 2017 5:41:17 GMT
Was Annabell talking about Superia? The normally seemingly absent minded female faintly listened in on their conversation without looking towards either. Seran, hopefully, knew what he was doing. While he might expect Superia to support him in some way she never was good at conversing with others or playing fair. The precious little flower was still showing her thorns even when straying her vision away from Seran, at least trying that is. No comfort or joy was brought about by this situation for either of them albeit Seran seemed to be having a bit of fun. ”Then-” With but a finger’s snap a silver road seemingly appeared out from thin air stuck into the wall just a milimeter away from touching Annabell’s temple. The road had a pointed tip at both ends.
She had formed it next to her from surrounding spirit particles and flung it towards the female, while keeping in mind to avoid Seran. Like drying laundry a glove was hanging next to her head, a Sanrei Glove. ”You know I’m horrible with these things.” Superia grumbled to Seran as she stood up. Hands remained in her pockets as she lazily hunched forwards. ”Would you mind leaving us be for a few hours?” Superia wanted to talk with Annabell in private for awhile. ”Or stick around. I don’t care.” She planned on forcing her to listen one way or another.
"Right, and again I ask. I'm supposed to just stand there and let a hollow kill me simply because me defending myself would be an inconvenience to you? Why would I do that?"
“You have absolutely no imagination. Are you incapable of running away? Or are you quincy so hardwired that letting a hollow live causes you to have a stroke?”
Before he could continue Superia interrupted. It seemed the attempt on her life, however unthreatening it had been, had made some kind of impression on her. Normally her interference would have annoyed him, especially since she was already intruding on his business, but Superia so rarely took such interest. He was intrigued.
“Very well.”
He relaxed his arm and submitted Annabelle to the other quincy’s control.
“Do what you want with her. But my requirments for her stand, and, as she is now your responsibility, if she becomes a problem I’ll hold you responsible.”
He headed for the door. In all honestly he only really cared that Annabelle might draw unwanted attention. So long as Superia kept hold on her she was both under supervision and no longer his problem. A win win as far as he was concerned.
“Oh, and once you’re done with your…. Quincy bonding exercise of whatever, bring her to the store. We’ll see if I can’t whip something up for her to use instead of that shotgun. Since she’s apparently so helpless without being able to use it.”
Post by ANNABELLE BLACK on Apr 9, 2017 15:31:50 GMT
The woman snapped, a road like arrow flying by Annabelle's face and sticking into the wall behind her was the first sign of that. Ok, she could understand, not a lot of people take kindly to someone attempting to blow them up. Still she didn't like Quincy, nor creepy old dudes who knew about her arrival when she'd never even set foot inside this country before. Again she attempted to pull her face from the mans grasp, but to no avail. She silently resigned herself to capture, though she wouldn't allow it to show. She knew getting out of here would be work than it seemed.
They both then began talking about her as if she weren't there. Like she was some toy or project for them to work on. Who did these people think they were? The supreme authority in Karakura? Though for all she knew, that was likely the case. "Ok, what do you want with me?" Now she was speaking to the other Quincy, seeing as the man had released his hold upon her. It was clear her explosives wouldn't work, so she was sure neither would her shotgun. At this point, she was pretty well out of options. What exactly did this woman have in mind for Annabelle?
Post by SUPERIA IGNISA REGALAS on Apr 28, 2017 3:44:47 GMT
She required alone time with this Quincy who disliked Superia more than Seran. Reasons were not totally known however Seran wanted Annabelle, but that alone was reason enough for Superia's interest. Given this unfriendly situation Superia wouldn't make their relationship worse; not that she cared what Annabelle thought about her but she could still analyze this woman in every way possible. In some ways, Annabelle may end up hating Superia more than, for whatever reason, she already did. Superia reached out slowly with left hand grabbing her spear flung moments ago into the wall. With right arm dangling loose at respective side the wrist twitched, pointer and middle finger coming together straitening. It was here that Superia focused on spiritual particles and deformed the spear and Sanrei Glove.
"Follow." She said, and that's all she would say. Annabelle was going to be forced into training. With right hand grasping Annabelle's right quicker than the woman could see, Superia took a firm grasp and formed a Sanrei Glove over the taken hand. A tan rope was also formed around the woman's body, which Superia held in her left hand and walked towards the window and jumped out; not paying attention to if she would break the wall with Annabelle attached. The woman was strong enough, something like this wouldn't, shouldn't break her. Superia kept a field of reishi around herself so her spiritual pressure would remain hidden. As for the ten meter long ribbon, hopefully Annabelle wouldn't crash into any moving cars or light poles or buildings while Superia started hopping from light pole to light pole. Maybe she was smart enough to try gathering reishi and use Blut.
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