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"Zzzzzzzz..."



Good thing she didn't tie it to her neck.


Falling asleep is an interesting feeling. As one slowly fades into it, their mind becomes jumbled and holding onto specific thoughts becomes difficult. Each mental image one has becomes altered in noticeable ways, and it's easy to tell from this when sleep is about to come. And yet, nobody can remember falling asleep, or realize at the moment they do so. It's an eternal mystery what it's like to actually pass into it. Do we remain the same person after we fall asleep, or do we become a new iteration of that person, akin to reincarnation, kept "the same" only by the process of continuity?

Regardless, Tsubomi thought of none of this, as thoughts can't become jumbled if they don't exist. She still could tell when she was near the precipice though, and she certainly was when the volleyball collided with the back of her head with enough force to knock her forwards, rolling off the roof and finding herself hanging from it by her shoelaces around her wrist. Surprisingly, it seemed that her anti-falling measure had actually worked, at least somewhat. The ball that had hit her bounced upwards from the collision, then fell back to hit the side of the van's roof and launch back towards the direction of the water.

Tsubomi, for her part, didn't realize any of this, either, as the blow to her head had successfully knocked her unconscious. Blissfully, safely, unconscious as she dangled from her wrist. In the end, she had gotten what she wanted.
Shion:

1. Snakes Without Sin
Reasoning: Purifying Hollows is a great way to be a hero, but even better is protecting people! Plus, living souls still have a special place in Shions heart.

2. Changing Nature
Reasoning: As great as running into Hueco Mundo would be, protecting civilians is more important right now. Added bonus to learn about Soul Society from those who live there, in a place she's never been.
Marrie Knight

The moment the money hit her account after the mission, Marrie began the trip home. She'd spent the time between Mika finding whatever she found with the podium and the official end of the mission going back and forth between walking around to check for a new wave of attackers and further inspecting the generator. She did everything she could to memorize the feeling of her mana being recharged by an outside force. She didn't really have a great grasp of how magic worked, but if she could will into existence a beam that could sever limbs, maybe she could do something else? Before she left, she took a few pictures of the podium and the "blade diary" on it with her phone, just in case.

Once the traumatic mission was over and she was paid, she didn't head straight home, despite the overwhelming urge to do so. Instead she biked around Pax to pick up some surprise tools that would help her later. The moment she got home with her new loot she crashed on the floor, barely remembering or able to even lock the door. The last thing she remembered was turning her head to the side as she tried to bring her phone to where she could see it.

Awakening before dawn, Marrie picked herself off the floor and gathered her supplies from the previous day, putting them all into a carrying bag. Making sure she had everything she'd need she left her apartment and traveled to one of the many, many abandoned buildings in Pax, specifically choosing one that didn't have people around to notice her. The sun was just beginning to show itself over the horizon as she parked her bicycle and went inside.

Soon there were empty spray-cans littering the broken white tile flooring and several, different sized targets sprayed on the walls, ceiling, and floor. Some were simply bullseyes while others were more human shaped, and several were notably in the vein of fictional monsters. The targets were scattered in random places, no two were level with each other, nor quite the same size. Satisfied with this first step, Marrie began hanging small bits of wood she'd purchased from any place she could fashion them to. Once all that she had was in place, she dumped out the last items in her bag; full metal jacket target ammunition for her pistol. She was ready to begin, and the sun was now shining bright in the morning sky.

Hours passed, spent throwing her Instrument at the different targets in every method she could find online. Overhand, underhand, sideways, flipped, from a reverse grip, straight on. She practiced each and every throw hundreds of times, each against every target she'd made. Throw it, strike the target, return it to her hand via the chain, make sure to catch it, swipe with it. Throw, strike, return, catch, swipe, throw, return, catch, stab, throw, return, catch. When her esper form's arm got tired, she simply switched to her left hand and began again. Throw, return, catch, swipe, throw, return, catch, stab. Over, and over, and over.

She lost further track of time as she went through the motions of her training, but soon enough it was twilight. Nowhere near satisfied, she took a short break for an hour, watching the sun go down as she rested her arms. But the darkness was good, it gave her a new chance to practice. With less light, she began again using just the light from her phone's flashlight, periodically turning it off for a few minutes and then back on to check her work. Eventually, dawn came and with it she collapsed, unable to move her arms enough to continue. Marrie sat down against a wall and set an alarm on her phone for six hours before falling asleep.

She managed to wake a few minutes before her phone went off. A quick cast of a healing melody brought some of her strength back, and she began phase two of her training. Each and every target she'd made had holes in them by noon. Periodically switching hands and use of her shoulder brace, she was definitely getting more accurate, but progress was too slow for her. By nightfall she was out of ammunition, and began once again training with her Instrument, beginning with basic damage melodies and then moving on to practicing melee combat. The wind-riding esper rested only long enough to watch videos on her phone of how to improve her footwork, trying her best to waste no time. By the end of the third day since leaving her home, she felt like she was at least a little better prepared for whatever might come in the future, but not prepared enough to feel content. But with all the damage she'd done to the building, no further ammo, and no mana left in her tank she didn't have much choice but to stop.

The next morning, having slept fitfully, she began to dispose of the mess. Once everything was packed up, the spent target ammo in a garbage bag to take for proper disposal, the empty spray cans and food wrappers put in the nearest dumpster, Marrie began to slowly bike her way towards The Great Escape. It was notably closer than her apartment and should be about as safe to rest at, even if she couldn't stay the night. Besides, if she wanted to get stronger, advice from those who were already there couldn't hurt.

"Beach Episode."



Famously a relaxing time, right?


Acid Drop had managed to stay in her Tsubomi mindset the entire time she was transformed on the roof. The girl seemed to be full of unusual things today. She was fine with nearly being flung off the roof a few times, and as soon as Earthshaker parked the van, Tsubomi changed back to her normal form. Earthshaker wanted her to find food, but why? The best thing for everyone was to do their own things, and for Tsubomi, that meant staying on the roof. She pulled out her phone and held it in front of her face, still locked, acting as if she were reading something when nothing actually went through her head.

She gave a quick glance at the water when Roche jumped in, but soon turned her attention back to her blank phone. A few minutes later she turned onto her side so she faced away from the water and began to try to sleep. If this was a vacation from training, she'd take it.

Shion Kana


Oh crap! Crap, crap, crap! The young Shion Kana had been so giddy the night before the festival that she hadn't gotten to sleep until well into the morning, and now she was going to be late! She dashed through the Seireitei as fast as she could, dodging between people, Shinigami and otherwise, and flew past Gin Tonbo and its selection of wonderful eye-wear. She struggled to remember the right path through the hallways, barely managed to slide through the door at the main entrance of Shin'ō Academy before it was closed and locked, now that the students weren't there for the day. She jumped over a man crouched in front of Tomorrow's Tiger Pharmacy's front door, kicking off the door in an attempt to parkour her way to her destination. Did she remember the right way to get to the site of the festivities? She turned a corner to find -

The air around Shion felt heavy, far too heavy. Something was wrong with the Reishi around her, but she couldn't figure out why. She felt herself come to a stop under the pressure, only for a hollow to appear from thin air right in front of her eyes. It breathed out, smoke and mist coming from its mask before it -

"Sup?" The hollow asked, sitting on the ground and putting on a top-hat it pulled from somewhere behind it.

What? Shion looked to her side, she didn't have her zanpakuto and- ... Wait, did that hollow just talk!?

"Uh... hi?"

The hollow breathed out smoke again, this time clearly from a cigar that it slowly moved from in front of its mask with a strange tentacle that appeared on its back. "You look stressed, want a puff?" The tentacle brought the cigar over to where Shion could reach out and take it.

"Um... No, thank you?" Shion was bewildered, she didn't know there were hollows like this! It even seemed polite!

"Suit yourself." The hollow shrugged and threw the now-cigarette towards the nearby wall.

"What- what's going on?" The young shinigami couldn't wrap her head around this, so she decided to simply ask.

"You're dead."

"Huh!? I... died!?"

"Yep. About six years ago. You're in Soul Society now, right?" Shion nodded her head to the hollow's question. "Exactly. So you're dead. No big deal."

Shaking her head didn't seem to help things, and she couldn't shake off the logic there either. She had died, she was in the afterlife, or at least somewhat the afterlife, and it wasn't a big deal. But she was still confused, what was -

"You should probably hurry to your event. You're going to miss it. You're going to miss the party, you're going to miss the party!"



Shion bolted upright with a single thought in her mind. Oh crap! Crap, crap, crap! She was going to be late! She jumped out of her futon and grabbed her zanpakuto, running out of the room as fast as she could. She would have kept running if she didn't see the clock telling her that she still had two hours to prepare and that she had been asleep for about three. Thoroughly embarrassed, she went back to her futon and began to prepare properly for the event.



It turns out that trying to stay awake on only three hours of sleep was hard. Shion found herself beginning to nod off at the event in spite of her excitement for it. But then the Captain Commander arrived, and that arrival picked up her tiredness and suplexed it. She was wide awake to hear the pinnacle of Soul Reaper-ness tell her explicitly and directly that shinigami are not heroes. But also to maintain balance and peace, which were what a hero would do, right? As the Captain Commander left the stage, Shion was only reinforced in her beliefs. She'd prove that Soul Reapers can be heroes, are heroes, will remain heroes! And now that she was finally awake, she decided to take a look around at those who were now her peers at the bottom of the shinigami ladder, totally ignoring the first impression the Commander had made on them all.

What were these people, anyway? She really hadn't paid any attention to interpersonal relationships in the Academy, but there were a few she knew from their "deeds," if you could call them that at the level that Academy students were at. The short redhead that was speaking to pierced guy? She'd seen her around but didn't know the girl's name, or really anything else about her. Next.

Next in her line of sight was... Agatha! That was her name, right? No, couldn't be, the girl was a noble and nobility of the Soul Society had japanese sounding names. Regardless, she was really talented, someone to look at for inspiration! At least that's what Shion thought before noticing the girl talking to who she recognized as the Squad Eleven Captain. Bleh, Squad Eleven. And there was another person she knew the face of going over to stand next to her too! Yuta? Eh, he wanted in Squad Eleven, who cares what his name is? Now thoroughly disheartened, Shion turned to look farther into the crowd.

Oh, there was that guy who was in a situation like hers! His name was... Koby? That didn't sound right, but it's not like she knew anyone else's name, either. Besides, she and Hagoromo had never even talked to each other, had they? Anyway, she did feel the slightest bit of comradery towards him, what with them both being recently dead from the World of the Living, and being focused on zanjutsu and hoho. That made them, like, partners in specialization, or something!

And standing next to Hagoromo was... someone she didn't recognize. Well, she recognized him as a person in the Academy, but not by name or action. Boring, next! Her gaze turned back to the Captains, and saw that now there was someone talking to the woman who had to be a high ranking shinigami but Shion couldn't put her finger on who she was. It looked like the guy standing next to her was in pain, making her want to go over and help, but... That was the foodie guy, right? Didn't he have some condition? She sympathized, having had several in life, but also knew that his was a little different than hers. Something something always hungry? Regardless, Shion took another look around. That seemed to be everyone she recognized, so she decided to focus on what she wanted to accomplish. Which was... what, exactly? Was there anything here she even wanted to do? She wasn't really the social type with those she didn't already know, which made any interactions in Soul Society difficult. That was partly the reason she didn't know any of her peers' names in the first place.

She didn't recognize anyone from the squads she wanted to join, so the young now-shinigami went over to the nearest tree and jumped up onto the lowest branch, climbing her way up until she was at the top. From there, she should at least have a good view of the fireworks!
@BrokenPromise
Ah, sorry about that. I think I worded your changes correctly, but I'm not certain that I did? Let me know either way.


Honestly I don't know if this is too strong or not, I still have trouble grasping what is and isn't "Gold Rank" level. Of course let me know what needs changed and I'll get it done.


Well, now that I don't feel quite as terrible as earlier today and yesterday, I got this ready. Hopefully it's all good~


Marrie Knight

Marrie was nothing if not an inquisitive girl. There might have been something under the generator being powered by it, but for now she was more interested in the intake and output. If nothing happened when she put a tiny level of mana into it, probably a design difference compared to what she was imagining, then of course she would have to check the other half. The two knobs looked to her like the correct tool to use them would be jumper cables of some kind. She didn't have jumper cables. She looked around, was there anything she could use to emulate that effect?

... Well, no better time to do something stupid than when you're fucked up and depressed.

With that thought in mind, she looped the small chain from her middle finger to the bracelet around the right knob and pressed Apexer's blade to the other at the same time. She was ready to pull it away if it started to heat up, like an electric current would, but she wanted so badly to see what would happen. If it worked in any of the ways she was thinking it might, then this could be something really useful for the future. She'd just have to figure out which if any of those methods were the correct one. And with any luck, it wouldn't be ruined or explode by this experiment.

Was she forgetting something? Yes, of course she was, but magic tech was such a fascinating idea to see in real life that she totally forgot about the other espers.

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