Never finished Bleach, but the first few arcs were practically my childhood, so potentially interested. Would depend on how much knowledge of the latter seasons (and the lore they brought) is needed. I know there's like 1000000 different organizations and groups and whatnot eventually and like... brah.
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Ciri watched the interaction between the crying girl and the GEMINI agent carefully, tensing up and gripping her gun every time the latter made any sudden moves. It was only once the girl looked towards her — whether she actually saw her hiding in the shadows or not — and headed for the door that Ciri let herself relax a little. Thank fucking god, at least the girl'd believed her. For whatever reason, the Esper that had been bothering her wasn't giving chase, either. Maybe she hoped the girl would lead GEMINI to another monster hideout so they could murder everyone there, too.
Even the Simp Knight stepped away, his loud, obnoxious voice nearly shattering Ciri's eardrums despite the distance between them. Magical Dream Princess must've been deaf.
The dragon man turned and spotted her, startled but not immediately dashing off. The girl was making her way out, slow and unsteady. She was the only thing moving, the world around her nothing but a still frame. Everything was quiet, suspended into a collective held breath. No one was making a move to attack.
But they would. GEMINI always would. This time, she'd be faster.
And so, Ciri broke the lull.
Behind the two GEMINI agents, the shadows stirred — and then, two creatures burst out of them, each twisted into the general shape of Dante as Ciri remembered him; just without his colours, details or fervor. One of them was fueled by magic as it tried to wrap its shadowy arms around The Knight of Murder to restrain her — and hold on tight, tight, bone-crushingly so. Meanwhile, the other was trying to get in position and launch itself at the blue-haired girl, trying to restrain her through more mundane means.
Ciri didn't know how good the Espers' defenses were, didn't know if they'd actually suffer from broken bones or whatever. But they sure as hell would be hindered, she hoped, needing to focus on the things trying to grapple and crush them rather than the fleeing girl.
That's all she needed.
She hoped that seeing her act, It, attuned to her whims as it was, would know to deal with the knight in turn. Knock him on his ass or distract him or whatever, just get him away so that, in the chaos, Ciri could run towards the girl (who was slow as molasses, holy shit) and shout: "Look, the old man's trying to give you a fucking chance here, stop dragging those goddamn feet and run!" into the girl's mind, she added: "Can't avenge him if you're dead."
If the girl and Ciri did manage to get close enough for it, she'd try to grab her arm and pull her along, back into the alleys, out of sight, into safety.
"And you!" she pointed at the dragon — who'd yet to do anything particularly dragon-like and was honestly pretty much just a cowardly lizard. Why did the Maverick want him again, anyway? "If you don't want to be cut down by those GEMINI psychos, you'd better get that ass moving, now."
If he still opted to run away from her and not with her, then you know what? Fuck him. Everyone else around was a clear danger to him, and if he didn't have enough self-preservation to make the right choice now, he wouldn't make it far as a Maverick. Let him just run wherever then.
The more of the scene Ciri took in, the less sense anything made. From the pile of actual fucking corpses by the diner's door to the wannabe princess that seemed to have been sleeping throughout whatever the fuck had went on, to... her blood-soaked and obnoxiously loud bodyguard slash boyfriend. Who, by the way, looked like he was ready to come at her any minute now.
For his own sake, he'd better fucking not. Ciri was not in the mood. And neither was It, it seemed; the monster circled between Ciri and the knight, just in case the latter turned out to be as insane as he seemed.
Meanwhile, the... Magical Dream Princess, who couldn't have come up with a lamer name if she'd tried, had stood up and started to skip off. Ciri nudged her head after the girl. "Eyes on the price, Tinface. Looks like Magical Whatever's about to dump your rusty ass."
It was then, as Ciri followed the girl's insane frolicking into the building, that Ciri realized it wasn't just some old-ass drinking hole. It was Dante's place, a famous monster hangout. And there were people inside. People who sure as shit didn't look like civilians, let alone monsters. Ciri's eyes narrowed at their getups, at the insignia on one of their uniforms, at the blood and ash stains. Seeing The Knight of Shooting People in the Face in the flesh was the final confirmation she needed. These were GEMINI bitches.
The anger Ciri had felt towards... well, practically everyone she'd met today already found its next target. What the fuck was GEMINI doing here? No, actually, scrap that question. She already knew; the psychos were here on a murder mission, and judging by the destruction, it looked like it'd been a resounding success.
”Boteg you old dog!”
The Maverick's gaze snapped towards what appeared to be a human dude in a cowboy getup, sitting in one of the corners of the smoldering diner. He was accompanied by a tree-animal chick and some weirdo in a robe. Great, her quarry had friends. How cute. Didn't change the fact that she was here to recruit him, and she would do it by force if she had to. Today had taught her time and again that diplomacy did not fucking pay off.
And yet, as she was about to snap a Restrain melody around the dragonman, she couldn't help but trail his gaze inside the diner, to a really weird and awkward scene. A crying teenage girl was holding onto what... looked like a partially broken man made of glass, crying as she tried to get away from a blue-haired Esper. Considering what she was holding onto, she must've at least been pro-monster, if not one herself. Which meant she shouldn't have been anywhere near the bitch in blue, probably.
Ugh, why were there so many distractions today?!
"Is the bitch bothering you?" was what Amanda would hear in her head, seemingly out of nowhere. Figuring she might freak out (as some were wont to do when they started to suddenly hear voices, go figure), Ciri went on. "Chill, by the way. I'm on your side. Or at least, not on the side of those murderous assholes. Need a ticket out? I'm just outside. With your friend. The Dumpster Lizard."
Even as she said that, though, Ciri was already taking steps backwards into the shadow of her partner and the alley they'd emerged from. Hopefully, if the teenage girl did glance outside, she'd catch a glimpse of her before the others did, and before she disappeared from sight. She didn't exactly want to keep standing around in plain view in case she had to bail the girl out and capture her friend and all his other friends and potentially blow off some GEMINI heads and brutalize the simp knight.
All in a day's work.
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Snuggles always seemed to get faster than normal whenever she was looking for trouble — but so did Chloe when trying to keep her from finding it, so the two evened out in the end. Passing by Magnemite made Chloe shiver from the memory of what happened with the last one they encountered, but she did not let that slow her down.
Chloe reached the ajar door in record time, yanking it open and stepping inside without a second thought. She wasn't sure what she expected to find; a big fat Raticate, maybe? But it sure wasn't... well, um, nothing? Apart from a bunch of boxes and forgotten toys, there didn't seem to be anything around. And yet there Snuggles was, still barking, still fired up.
The blonde approached carefully, trying to make out any sort of movement in the darkness around her. She didn't like this. "Snuggie-poo, come on, let's get ba- kiyah?!"
Chloe jumped towards her Pokémon out of startled reflex as a box toppled over, spilling its contents all over the floor. Snuggles barely avoided being hit, now snarling on her hind legs. Heart still racing, Chloe's gaze trailed down at what had come at them, and... oh gosh?! Those were such cute plushies, like? Pikachu was one of her faves!
With a squeal, Chloe squatted down to both pet her partner and pick up one of the plushies, holding it to her chest like a precious childhood memory. Hm. Were they like... supposed to have red eyes? She was pretty sure that wasn't a common Pikachu feature. Weird. Was that like a defect or something? Was that why they were stored away and not sold?
... Aaanyways! Wow, there were so many, and they were sooo squishy, and technically no one would miss them if she just like... took a few? Right?
Jill appeared in the doorway just then, and Chloe lifted her hand from the Snubbull in order to wave at and beckon her over. "Jill! Jill, come look, we found plushies! Take one! Do you think Clarissa would like one too? Oh— hey, speaking of!"
It was then that she spotted the girl in question behind Jill, also approaching. Chloe smiled. They like, really didn't have to go out of their way to come after her, but— the fact that they did, even though they were in a hurry and stuff? SO sweet. Feeling elated by both the discovery and her new friends, Chloe started to wonder whether she should give Jill an extra plushie to give to Yuu, too, though she wasn't sure whether he'd appreciate it. Definitely not if she was the one to give it.
Snuggles, clearly sensing the foreboding atmosphere her trainer did not, kept on barking, bearing her teeth at everything in sight; the shelves, the plushies, the fallen box now half-shrouded in shadow. She only stopped for long enough to finally stick her nose in the air in order to track down whatever it was she was smelling, before it got the drop on them. Because at this rate, with her trainer preoccupied and busily distracting the others too, it would.
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It was a blessing that nothing much happened during Silje and Morden's watch, as the former spent most of it staring at her phone with little regard to the world around her. It probably shouldn't have come as a surprise considering the early hour, but there were still no news pieces or discussions to be found on last night's incident — which, honestly, was almost as weird as the incident itself.
... But that just meant her post about it would be the first. She'd go viral in minutes!
As Silje was writing her draft, Gerard finally got through to some sort of authority. Silje could tell, despite sitting too far away from the screen to see anything. The guy had that 'stuck-up important dude' kinda voice. Bleh.
Silje tuned most of what he said out, confident that Justice would catch her up on anything important being said, and in way less words. She liked that about her. She was good at summarizing things. And picking out snacks! No wonder she was their leader.
As Silje stole another glance at the princess — which she had been doing the entire morning, trying to build up the courage to ask her for a selfie — she happened to catch a part of what the important guy was saying.
"The images and stills from the crash, you've shown no one else, correct? From this moment on, consider those as good as classified."
... Hm.
Ever so slowly, Silje moved her finger from the post button over to delete, instead.
Then Mordie gave his report on what they'd seen, and Silje snapped back into WARDEN mode. While Val and Kali were pitching in, she hopped down from atop the truck where she'd once again made her nest, and hurriedly made her way over. Without warning, she quite literally (head)butted her way into the conversation, hitting Gerard square in the jaw in the process.
"They were powered by mist engines, too!" she gasped, shoving her face almost directly against the screen, hands thrown up in the air. She kept her voice quiet since the others did, speaking in urgent hisses. "But the mist coming out of them was all strange and creepy. It's hard to explain. It was like..." she gestured wildly with her hands, trying to put into words the inexplicable feeling of dread she'd felt back at the crash site - and, admittedly, failing spectacularly. "Abnormal! Corrupted! Um... Unnormal."
It didn't seem like adding more descriptors would've helped get her message across, so she abandoned that whole train of thought and hopped over to another. "And! All of the weird stuff was preceded by a mist storm. You should look into that, mister cap'n man, sir."
As the shadow bolt tore through the corridor towards its unaware target, Ciri held her breath in anticipation. And, come the satisfying moment of impact, she didn't even need to break her grin to telepathically spit out a curt, decisive: "Bye."
Except... Huh?!
From beneath the pieces of the freak's helmet, she could only see blue. Not red, not black, not whatever-the-colour-of-her-brain-was-supposed-to-be. Blue. Streaming out in long strands like the bitch was in a L'Oréal commercial.
Then the shotgun was trained back on her, held tight in a decidedly living hand.
Son of a—
Ciri reached for her own gun. The cosplaying freak was faster.
But not faster than a living shadow. In one swift motion, It emerged from behind Viper, massive form colliding with her and sending her shot way off target. Ciri blinked, amazed one moment, pissed again the next.
"You're late!" she shouted, the relief in her tone likely only noticeable to her partner. Her own gun was pointed now, aglow with a pink hue. Bullet or magic, one way or another, she would finish the job. This cockroach couldn't keep surviving shit forever. "Get her!"
Shots proceeded to be fired, literally — and in Ciri's case, also figuratively. She kept cussing telepathically into the unknown girl's head with such language and fervor it was a wonder Viper's head didn't explode (again) from that alone.
Maybe it was about to, because all of a sudden, she turned tail and bailed. Ciri had to do a double take. No fucking way she was going to run away like a bitch now! After killing her gorilla and forcing her into such close proximity with a stinky-ass weeb. Dude had wet dream material for life now, ugh! What were the rules for killing humans again? Bet his skull would've been easier to pierce, thick as it was.
... Later. She had a cockroach and oh, right, a dragon to catch, first.
—
At first, it seemed like she was making progress towards both at once; they were running in the same direction after all, and slippery as Viper was, Ciri had faith her quadruped shadow companion was faster. And it wasn't like they even needed to truly catch up with her, anyway. All she needed was a clear shot, once, and she'd restrain that bitch where she stood, and then blow her head off. No conserving mana anymore, it was all or—
Nothing?
Ciri's eyes flew open as they ducked into a side street after the more annoying of their two quarries, only to find her gone. What the...? Where'd she...? On the roof? Another narrow street? One of the buildings? Which one? Where?!
"Your bitch-ass owes me a gorilla!" Ciri shouted, both audibly and through the telepathic link — which persisted a while longer, since she was aware that Viper had to be somewhere nearby, but soon that petered out, too. She could've tried to look, could've employed the shadows that lurked in the corners to search. But if she did and her search turned up nothing, she'd lose the damn dragon, too.
Curing under her breath, Ciri pulled on her partner's ears and directed it back after their original target. Thankfully, it was a messier, less methodical runner. But it, too, had to be heading towards something, because it never left the backstreets, and not even once tried to find the space to take to the skies — the only place where she couldn't easily follow.
Didn't matter. They were gaining on it. There, behind that corner, and they'd find—
... More cosplayers?!
The dragon man stopped, and so did Ciri and her companion. The dragon stared at the building, smoldering from what was probably a recent fire. Ciri stared at the dragon. Her partner stared at her.
And then Ciri forced herself to look at the two pink elephants in the room, hands spreading in disbelief. "What the fuck is going on here?!"
Was that the pink-haired chick's face on that dude's shield?!
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Things escalated fast.
One moment Chloe was looking for the source of the strange phenomena around them, the next she was harassed by Yuu's floating phone — with the lamest cover she'd ever seen, by the way, purple was so last season — and then the asshole himself stepped up to try and be all important instead of actually helping, and then—
A forklift whirred to life and started barreling towards them.
Chloe felt her heart skip a beat, a million thoughts running through her head. Did it actually see them? It couldn't turn that fast, could they just get out of the way? But like, they had nowhere to run! Wait, could it break a way for them or something? Would it be enough to like... break through a wall?
She felt Jill tense up beside her. Whether out of fear or because she planned to do something, Chloe didn't know, but it worried her all the same. She had to keep the girl safe and prevent her from trying to like... attack the thing or something crazy like that! She was practically responsible for her now. A big sister.
Chloe inhaled, shaky and sharp, then took a wider stance. She was just about to start shouting at the vehicle to try and lure it after her and hopefully to a wall, when all of a sudden, it seemed to lose control. It swerved sharply to the side, towards the exit door, and crashed right through.
Oh.
But... why? What happened? Had Clarissa done something? She hadn't, Jill hadn't, and mister know-it-all sure as heck hadn't, so—?!
"Hi! We're here to save you!" Jill shouted all of a sudden, and Chloe quite literally jumped. Body still tense and mind still reeling, she trailed the smaller girl's gaze up the stairs to a girl with absolutely gorgeous purple hair. Like! What products did she use?!
Turned out the girl was Clarissa — and that she really had done something. Chloe pressed a hand to her chest, heaving a sigh of relief. "Girl, same! I'm SO thankful you're okay and SO sorry we took SO long. And like, in the end you saved us? For real, how hilarious is that?"
Chloe's gaze fell on the Pokédex in her arms as the purplette explained what'd happened. "Huh, so like, it's in there? That's so cool. But-- um, you might wanna keep that away from me for now?" She flicked her frizzed hair with furrowed brows, half-annoyed, maybe quarter-joking. "I hold grudges."
As Clarissa continued to turn out to be such a nice person, Chloe ended up having to agree with Yuu on one thing, at least. "That's so generous of you, but if anything, I owe you a potion! Or like, two. Pretty sure a forklift would've been all 'super effective' on us, you know."
Clarissa asked whether they wanted to come with her to the Contest Hall, and Chloe's eyes visibly lit up. Wait, there was one out here too? With maybe a show tonight?! She felt giddy, her excitement only somewhat dampened when Yuu mentioned he had to go to there too, for... whatever reason. Maybe he was hired help or something? Ugh, hopefully nowhere near the stage.
The surprises didn't end there. At Yuu's offer for Clarissa to join 'us', Chloe couldn't help but arch a brow. Um, who exactly was us? Him and Jill? Cause she was not going to let Jill travel alone with him. Or, what, did he think they were all traveling companions after he'd tried to literally get her killed? And why did he want Clarissa to come with them, anyway? He had ulterior motives, Chloe just knew. And she swore, if he planned to hurt her too, she'd take him down herself. Like why did he even have to be here, she would've loved to travel with just the girls!
When the asshole glanced at her, clearly about to say something, Chloe narrowed her eyes in preparation for whatever nasty thing came out his mouth next. His statement turned out surprisingly neutral. Trying to pretend like he had manners in front of the new girl? What a Grimer.
Whatever.
Chloe turned back to Clarissa, reaching to grab one of her hands into both of her own, grinning from ear to ear. "You know I'm so down for Contest Hall! Are you gonna like, participate? Or just watch? You know I'd love to try a contest some day! I've been to so many shows! Ah, at what time is it tonight though? Cause I need time to like, fix this mess," she nudged her head upwards to her hair, as if Clarissa hadn't already clocked its sorry state ages ago. "And I gotta get ready, and-- we gotta get Jill ready too, so we should probably get g—"
A bark. Then another, and another. Chloe turned to glance besides her, expecting Snuggles to have joined in on making friends with the other Pokémon. But as she did, she realized the barking didn't come from next to her — it came all the way across the massive room. The Snubbull was on all fours in front of a door that she could have sworn wasn't ajar before, seemingly barking at nothing.
"Snuggie, what's wrong?" Chloe shouted after her, hesitant and concerned, as she let go of Clarissa's hands and took a step after her partner. "Did you see someth—"
Too late. The fairy type took off, and unlike earlier, this time Chloe didn't freeze. She dashed after her partner out of instinct, the fervent clicking of her heels echoing off the walls and ceiling.
"Um, you girls go ahead! Don't worry about me, I'll catch up!" Is what she managed to get out, before she disappeared from sight through a door, hot on the Snubbull's heels.
No I will not elaborate on what any of these entail xP
You fiend.
You know what, hit me with the uncontrolled magic! It fits with Fellwing's recent musings. And my gambler tendencies.
At the sound of the shotgun, the world shattered.
Well, not really, just her shadow 'rilla. But it might've just as well been the entire fucking world, because all Ciri could see after was red. This bitch did not just waste both her time and mana after she gave them an overly-generous out. They did not.
The gun turned on her next. Ciri's survival instinct flared, barely edging out her anger, and pushed her out of the way rather than towards the threat. Somewhere, anywhere with cover, because she had no time to create some herself.
The next she knew, she was atop the goddamn nerd from earlier, in what was a direct re-enactment of a scene from some second rate romcom anime. God, the guy probably felt like a main character right about now. Ew. Ciri raised a hand, about to strike the dude for existing, when she heard back from It.
The sudden presence of her partner, be it in mind only, brought Ciri some respite — but the message It conveyed did not. The damn dragon was still on the run, and would probably get away if she didn't give chase, stat. But what was the point, if they'd need to potentially deal with this psychotic-ass Viper bitch the whole way? Without knowing their intentions, they were too loose a cannon to just ignore. She had to — wanted to — do something about them first. Kill, preferably. Maim, if possible. Incapacitate, if nothing else.
"You," she hissed at the nerd, her tone venomous; as if he was the one responsible for everything going to shit. She sat up atop him, and instead of slapping him, jabbed a finger at his face. He was already here, might as well use him. Someone like him wasn't exactly going to refuse, anyway. "Start screaming. You're going to be a distraction. And make it loud, I know you're a goddamn squealer."
With that, she stood up and dashed towards the wall separating the room from the hallway. With a cast melody and a sharp inhale, she slipped through the wall to the other side — some good distance behind Viper, she hoped. She was invisible for two seconds; that was enough. If she saw Viper, her goal was clear. It was their time to go boom.
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Fellwing was glad she and Garrock were on better terms now; otherwise, some petty part of her would've struggled to admit how impressively fast the old dragon was, given his... everything. Now? Now she could be openly amazed as she struggled to keep pace, wings flapping to push her forward when her legs failed to do so fast enough. Thankfully, Garrock made a brief stop once they were outside, giving the Seer time to likewise reorient herself.
... Only for Garrock to, understandably, opt to take flight and leave her in the dust not a moment later. Moons above, this day could hardly get any worse. Fellwing couldn't wait for better wings. Or, failing that, better luck.
With a heavy sigh, she pushed herself into a run, neck craned to keep track of the old dragon in the sky. Hopefully, he was a slower flier than he was a runner.
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