'Tis the job [inv]

“Found you!” Spoken with excitement, like the last word to leave his mouth, a single arrow held with a massive amount of collected reishi had been released and aimed with a single propose. Piercing through the mist, like the sun peeking of the horizon, this luminous blue light charged and shaped into an arrow launched itself in direct path to Sayuri, any tree between him and her was easily punctured through—Leaving the tree to collapse under its own weight. Each bisected tree had their upper green half slowly shift and fall, such resounding noises were like thousands of papers being scattered to the wind and the final sounds being loud thumping from their impact into the ground.

Simultaneously to his arrow crashing into the first tree, agonizing and tormented screams lit the air from behind him—His allies, he thought. In a small fluster of a moment, he had been too caught up with dealing with a Fullbringer that may have tickled a fancy of his, that he neglected his allies and those allies were dead now. He could feel the life being drained. And ironically, that is something that aided the next bit of Sayuri’s planning, despite not being fully accounted for.

With awareness in her situation and stand, Sayuri had prepared her final usage of the technique ‘escape’ and that single string that hadn’t quite fully coiled itself back up, the strings end was a foot and a half from the excitable man. It wasn’t at the same time, but between the moment the arrow had been released and the screaming. Sayuri, with a solidified portion of Suiren in hand, tapped her foot against the string within the water, she was consumed by sliver once and and rushed through silvery sea in direction of the Quincy enemy. In the end, he had hit nothing but trees.

Appearing from this string, she slashed her sword vertically at the back of the man and despite holding his back to her, he turned right back into her direction and using his bow, which was not an energy manifestation, but solid manifestation. He blocked her vertical slash and caused the two weapons to grind together. Such a show was easily seen and heard through the light clearing of trees and greenery. “You are more troublesome than I thought.” The enthusiasm within his voice faded away into something between serious and callous. Undoubtedly, he was quite upset with his allies defeated to the point his veins began to pop and his physique transformed into something a bit more muscular. Such a change wasn’t just for appearance, the little advantage Sayuri thought she had was nothing more than a mirage and even with knowing about their blut abilities.

Being forced into sliding backwards against the mud and rushing water, she didn’t express much distress on her face, but she held a bit of paleness and there was a bit of exhaustion from the strain from maintaining so many things at once. “If I had a belief, I would've prayed for a hollow or an Arrancar. Maybe, you’d reconsider erasing the souls of spirits.” She didn’t bred hatred, but there was some harsh feelings in those words. He did kill one of her allies, despite not being emotionally attached, she held a special set of emotions. There was only a hint of petty and salt in there. Lifting her blade from his slowly breaking bow, with the raise of her hand, she shoved her sword from upward to downward in another vertical slash. However, she was not met with a bow this time, but spiritual sword that he manifested between her swing.

Being caught by his sword that he jabbed directly into the middle part of her shoulder, the pain was sharp, but she didn’t pay attention because at the same time, the tip of her sword dug into one of his shoulder as the two weapons went back to grinding against eachother and she thought about for a moment. Her saving grace was the fact her Fullbringer happened to be strong, or on level with his.. whatever Quincy use at this point. His strength was just greater.

Casting her gaze of the man’s shoulder, her ruby hues stopped what seemed to be a Shinigami. She would've stared for a solid few seconds, just to see if he was going to do something or seem willing to help. Possibly with a little confirmation from that the Shinigami was going to help a bit here. She would have allowed her blade to solidify and she leapt backwards a decent set of feet, allowing him to entertain the Quincy that choose to use Blut Arterie over Blut Vene. Who was left open, back wise. Hopefully.

W O R D S
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Sharp. The exhale that escaped her throat and left to roll from her lips was one of exhaustion and acceptance to her situation, it was not a disappointment, but something lingered within it as her ruby hues stared upon the forming arrow of reshi charged and released into her direction faster than she was able to Suiren. As her feet landed, sinking into the muddy ground, something crafted in red to that of an apple shaped of a sheet caught the arrow aimed for her, by the Shinigami’s command. Huh. That was an interesting experience.

Without contemplating her escape or the fact she was going to died if it wasn’t for the Shinigami, as most would, she seemed quite familiar with near-death experience as her first reaction was to just breathe and her second to assist the Shinigami who had the attention of the Quincy. “She encouraged it.” The Quincy said with a forming grin, quite egotistical and easy about the situation. Oh, she got it. She found it. The Quincy’s weakness! He was stronger in potential and abilities, but his head wasn’t quite on level with his situation.

“On me.” She hinted those words to the Shinigami, he seemed well versed in combat. Her wavering and weakening Reiatsu rose to the point the current that was the water beneath rippled away from her and an interesting phenomenon happened, orange and pink shades danced in the shape of petals caught in a wind that circled her. Her right hand lifted with her palm extended out to the Quincy that choose to look in her direction by peering over his shoulder. “Suiren. Impression.” She said with her hand curling into a tight fist and her whole arm yanking backwards in that same gesture.

As those clear, two collected words came from her mouth, the same color and phantasm that motioned around Sayuri, was the same phantasm that happened with the silvery liquid that both invaded and painted the Quincy’s body from the wound in his shoulder to the little bits on his neck and torso region, even collected at this ankles from the height of the water, transformed and spiked up. Like senbon needles. First, there was a groan of pain and then there was a sharp, ear-piercing scream from the Quincy. Puncturing out of his wounded shoulder to his neck, crimson mixed with the glistening shine of silver, as the outer liquid of Suiren found itself digging its needles into the flesh of the Quincy. His ankles, his stomach, his torso, his shoulder and even the side of his neck.

None of these seemed lethal on activation, as they didn’t get into any direct organs such as the heart, but he seemed quite staggered and even turned to Sayuri with such pain. It was going to be an interesting situation due to the fact she was being launched, the Quincy going full speed into her direction with the intention of beheading her with his sword. And despite the lack of emotion upon her face, after that little display, the lily petals and her display of energy vanished in their final muster for Suiren' attention. She was tired, wet and cold too. Equally hell bent on not showing the weakness, or rather, showing any emotions.

W O R D S
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Huh. That is where she would’ve been dead here too. Collecting within her exhausted body, her brain replayed each action she made against the Quincy tonight, to each one, her result would have been death. If it hadn’t been for the Shinigami, she would have died three times over by her own actions—Counting her actions. With the Shinigami making quick work of the reminding Quincy, the lifeless shell of such an archer fell into the currenting water with crimson mixing. With his defeat, the silvery liquid that painted his body and the stray spheres within the distance became to vaporize into nothingness. Stray particles formed within the left hand palm held up to catch an item being pieced together.

Dropping in her hand was a pink object, a stick held with a charm shaped into a blossoming lily tied to a traditional chopstick, often used for the hair—Slipped into her sleeve, a small pocket. She fall out of Fullbring. She didn’t want to deactivate and that had to do with the Shinigami. In spite of the peaceful situation, she didn’t seem to lower her guard to the man that helped her and she had quite the reason to, if she could be so honest. She had registered two wounds to her body, the cut that extended from her cheek to her ear almost and the hole in her shoulder from the Quincy’s sword. It seemed painful, but she expressed being use to these situations, quite the opposite in how the Shinigami seemed to be handling it. In her view, it was quite normal to have humans attacking humans, even for Fullbringers.

“I am.” She replied without looking to her shoulder, instead her hues turned to look to the Quincy upon the ground. Quite the difference in how much Fullbringers would handle the situation, she motioned to the deceased Quincy, moving a bit passed the Shinigami and knelt, her hand would’ve moved to locate one of his pockets. His phone, she wanted it before it was ruined. “I suppose I should thank you.” She stated dully to the Shinigami.

“I am grateful for your timing, if I had been alone. I would have died. As I planned.” She admitted she knew her situation quite well, however, that did not stop her from engaging. She didn't even seem fazed by it, almost like it was just a part of her life. It was a bit more personal, so personal that she pulled a phone from the corpse, using even her left arm, in spite of its state, she wiggled her fingers to draw the water from it. Hoping it wasn't ruined. With such a gesture, it didn't seem locked or guarded, so she started looking through some messages to confirm something.

“So. It was not a random attack.” She said to herself, in a whisper, moving to a stand and began to motion in a different direction almost walking away.

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Ceasing within her stepping to leave, the phone within her hand had seemed to catch his attention. “Hm...” The confiscation of the Quincy cellular device went uncontested, for two reasons, she was not fast enough and if she had been, she was not strong enough to defend it—That annoyed her. No apology was going to smooth that over. Shinigami were a messy affair and the Soul Society was something she tried her damnedest to avoid, but it was only a matter of time to when she was going to get the pleasure to deal with it. Without a doubt, she was attempting to make haste due to their nature of wanting to erase memories and keep those human naive. She hated that.

Turning with the grind of her teeth, she faced the Shinigami with her arms crossing beneath her bosom and she motioned right on over, indirectly. Painting her stoic face was a bit of distaste in the form of perplexity to her situation, her thoughts were desperately formulating an escape from this situation. Her face was known, she didn’t have access to her Fullbring and, she didn’t want to admit it, she didn’t want the other three fleeting Fullbringers to be pulled into this situation too. If it couldn’t have been avoided, would it just be the memory of today? Could they take memories beyond just this day? That’d pose quite the issue to her.

With a little bit of pacing and the scan of her hues, she found a tree that offered a bit more cover from the rain and being in easy sight of the Shinigami. To this tree, she pressed her back to it and simply exhaled with heaviness. Her hand rose to press against the wound of her shoulder, the movement was hindered and cut from her thought, her gaze lifted to the Shinigami that choose to ease into a conversation with her. Something that did not sit well with her, but he did save her life, so she could offer him a bit of something.

“Of course. But. Are you asking for your own curiosity or for the uniform?” Her dullness directed itself to the Shinigami with the index of her finger pointing to his attire. “I will admit I do not trust you anymore than I trust that Quincy, but I will humor you for saving me, which enabled me to save my allies.” She hummed those words as she lowered herself to curl into a ball, keeping to her feet so she didn’t quite sit in a puddle. She wasn't going to complain about pain or the cold. She'd wait if she had to, she supposed. “The Gotei 13 are not alone when it comes with dealing with the Wandenreich. As the Wandenreich are not alone when it comes to the Gotei 13. Due to this, there are small fractions with collective people who have no choice to fight between the two and among themselves. This is an example.” She gestured to the Quincy lying in the mud. For a human, she was well informed on matters involving things outside of what a normal human would have to deal with. As such, she was well-adjusted to these affairs too… Just not Shinigami first hand.

“We do not like stepping on the toes of the Soul society, but humans are quite selfish by nature and will do what they view is right. There was some of us that cannot sit by knowing that the Quincy erase the souls of possible loved ones, we find it that one soul attempting to save a thousand doesn’t need to be justified.” She refused to state in depth detail by keeping herself vague, but she did explain the normal of what was happening under the nose of the Shinigami. Even what she was protecting, such as her friends who were here, but she did admit to knowing a few things outside her lane. Even in spite of knowing what was coming her way, she didn't seem fazed either.

“Then. There is me.” She choose to say, dividing herself from her own group because she had her own reasons and she was here alone too.

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Uttering not a single word more, let alone an obvious breath, she kept herself curled into her ball and quite motionless outside of the subtle of her hues keeping themselves upon the Shinigami. She placed a bit of consideration within his words and allowed a bit of silence to linger as she offered quite the blank and empty stare. It seemed to be quite condescending, as she was judging him quite harshly, but it wasn’t in towards of being rude or with malicious intent. After a moment, those judging hues closed with quite the sharp exhale leaving her lungs.

She’ll believe that, but she won’t trust that. “I am sure the two inexperienced Quincy, the one that was stuck within the ground and the other one left behind were from my school. Nonetheless… That isn’t quite why.” She paused with those words, she wasn’t sure to offer a reason or just stop talking. She didn’t need to be protected or rather, wanted to be protected. It just didn’t sit right. Something didn’t sit right. “...” She decided to be quiet on that. It wasn’t the fact she was trying to be difficult at this point. It was just her nature to keep to herself.

Shifting slightly, she lowered her head to press into her knees to hide her face from the rain and keep more warmth to herself. “I do not doubt that the Shinigami… Or you are here to help. So. Do not make me regret humoring you.” She exhaled with a sharpness, a shiver and shake to her otherwise apathetic tone. “There is three reasons. But. I will tell you one. In hope you are as honest as you seem. There is a Quincy, my friend and we go to school together. They were here with a few friends. I was late, but I am glad I was. It would've resulted in all of us dying if I hadn't been. She would've preferred dying then taking a life. She does not have the ability to kill a fly with a shoe. It is almost cute.” She explained, almost tittering at the thought. She desired not to bring up the fact her friend was of such a breed of human, but the thought made her feel less bitter. And on yes, she was feeling for a reaction from the tired, smiling Shinigami.

After admitting her own levels of interest in things that were beyond her little lane, she spoke more. “Nonetheless. I do not believe they will go out of their way to kill me. But. I will go out of mine if they pose an issue. Nonetheless. If you are not with them. You are against them.” There was almost bitterness in her tone that time, almost an emotion.

“Considering, I told you all that. I suppose I should add a name.” She lifted her head, casting her gaze to him once again. “I am Sayuri Suzume.” She introduced herself. “And this is nothing new to me. In the slightest.”

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Canting her head a slight to the right, her face expressed perplexity—He shared more than just his name..? It caught her off-guard too. So. Eiji of the Hirashi, a noble household and being a seated officer to the thirteen squads meant he was promising to them in three different ways. Perhaps, he truly wasn’t going to do anything harmful and was an honest-to-heart Shinigami. Reviewing and reimagining circumstances. He seemed to mourn to a degree for the Quincy, feel an emotion towards humans fighting among themselves and… Mm.

“I apologize, Hirashi.” She said with a pause. Uncurling to motion in a straighten stand to her feet, her back leaning into the tree to aid her balance as she trailed to speak. “This is the best bow I can offer to you.” She said with the bend to her waist in a formal bow of sorts, but still using the tree. It was humble enough and meant more in respectable than insulting. Even if it pained her to do so. She held formalities too. Just not everyone got to see them.

Adjusting her back to the tree, she exhaled with a heaviness. “You are the second… Third Shinigami I have met. The first one was a substitute. I believe. And the other.. I cannot really speak about. So. I shouldn’t judge you too harshly. I suppose. So. For now. I trust you. You haven’t show any obvious traits of being… unworthy and kept quite a good temperament with me. And I know I am difficult to speak to.” She tried to ease a little bit, but conversation when apathetic wasn’t that easy for her. She had a barrier of sorts. “So. I will be honest and to the point. You saved me today.” She admitted with ease.

“Thus. You have allowed me to live another day to protect my friends. Which... Is important to me. And as such. You have an ally in me. Just you. But. I do have a request.” She lifted her index finger to the Quincy. “This is not a requirement to being an ally, but.. I want their names. Not for disrespectful reasons. But. I want to give them a grave.” She didn’t explain more than that. Even if they were ‘evil’ for the moment. Everyone deserves to be kept as a memory for the future. Not only that, but they had families to. Even if they were quincy hellbent on killing the world. They meant something to someone.

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