AeronFarron

Bleach: A New Dawn

Haruka nodded when he told her about the familial aspect to Squad 10. If she drew on her own familial experiences, she's still be calling him by his family name. But, he seemed to be uncomfortable with that, so she would be sure to follow his request. "Alright, Hi...Hikari." she followed him at his signal.

"Do you think that something is attracting them there? Well...aside from the free buffet." she asked as they traveled.

Bleach: A New Dawn

So cheesy...

Bleach: A New Dawn

*hides*

Bleach: A New Dawn

Haruka smiled happily then nodded. Her smile dimmed a little bit, "Clan Councilmen. They hardly like me becoming a Shinigami. But, I am the first in my family...so I hope I cam save some other girls some heartache." she perked up at the offer of a mission, "My first mission, already? What do we need to do, Shinrai-sama?" asked in obvious excitement.

Bleach: A New Dawn

When her managed to flip over her, she'd been anticipating an attack to her spine. Aa such, she rolled away rather than try blocking and brought her sword up and around in a defensive posture. She was nowhere as fast as him, but, she knew that arms and legs could only extend so far forward before they had to be used for landing.

She smiled widely at his words and bowed, "Thank you! I will work hard to further develop my style and speed." she forgot herself and have a fist pump, "Suck on that Councilmen! Haha! Oh uh..." she blushed and bowed again, "S-Sorry...i will do my best to be of use for the Squad."

Your Mad Wonderland

"We are in a sealed room, with no food, no water, and a thing that apparently lives on helpless kids." her voice was faintly mocking. "Dreamland is a little more appealing than reality at this point." she explained.

"Now, will you sit down? I've been toying with this thing for a while. You making unnecessary movements isn't helping me figure out a way out of hear any faster." she looked in the direction of the sounds. "Besides...cant you hear the screams outside? Something is going on out there and it sounds bad. I'm not looking to die before I step out of that door. We should bide our time until the pandemonium does down." she grunted and stood up slowly. "If this...thing is any gauge, we are not in a very happy place. Leave them tied for now and keep slow and creepy over there away from the others. You still got the flashlight?" she asked as she began to knock on the walls near her.

Your Mad Wonderland

Savo said
Now that I've got a semblance of her backstory Aeron, I'm going ok..... That is fucking messed up xDThis leads me to the next question. Is my character the only truly possibly sane/normal person here in the group?!Also, I've got a good idea... Possibly. What if these teenagers went to the same school together, and that most of the teens from that school were disappearing for some unknown reason? The characters here could encounter some classmates of theres. Is it a good idea or no?Also, I might reveal Hymns real name if he lives long enough in the story.

haha! Sexually speaking, she is difficult to categorize. She has only felt a strong attraction to one older woman. A slight attraction has been seen with one of her teammates as well as a boy in her astrophysics class. But she has only had sex with her stepmother.

Your Mad Wonderland

Darkness...great. Darkness, piss, and whatever the hell that guy was. She'd been awake for a while, just getting her bearings and looking for any semblance of light. She'd been keeping the crazed goon busy with small, sharp whistles. The cloth had been easy to get rid of, just spit it out after working your tongue through it. The ropes had been a little more difficult, but the know was a simple one. Effective, but simple. She guessed their captors hadn't counted on her athleticism, arm exercises meant to limber up the core made her a little more flexible than most would believe her to be.

Regardless, It had been...amusing to hear him scramble about, chasing after the echoing sound. Far as she deduced, the room was sealed. Which meant little air circulation if there were any at all.

Which...this moron was now taking more of as he scrambled around. She whistled again, shrill and high pitched so as to disturb the man and get the boy's attention. What good was it to try and wake up the others if there wasn't a plan of escape. Hell...from the few sounds she could hear, escape sounded like a death wish.

Thanks to the boy's flashlight, she was able to see what exactly was in the room with them. It was really gross to say the least, but she really didn't want to freak out the others by letting THAT be the first thing they saw. His mad musings did give some insight on what exactly was going on, but she wasn't keen on being its meal.

"Sit down." her voice was husky but clear. It wasn't a suggestion. "And don't panic. He smells fear and sweat. Said so himself."

Bleach: A New Dawn

The woman stood still and let the attack come at her. Her mind was running a mile a minute as she analyzed the lieutenant's movements. Her eyes seemed as though they were glazing over.

As soon as she was sure that the man was committed to the attack, for the blade was nearly upon her, she ducked low and at an angle towards the man's body. She used his own direct attack as a blocking measure since the two handed attack meant that both of his arms were extended. Pass the arms, you pass the blade.

With their current positions, she struck out with the pointed hilt of her zanpakuto, aimed for his open kidney. Her free arm was placed directly between his elbow and her head, not touching him but there to take off the brunt of an elbow strike should it come. This was the meat of her style: a blend of zanjutsu and hakuda.

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The shinigami didn't panic. She shifted her lower body and twisted the Zanpakuto so that the blade twirled and smacked the man's sword just past her side. Had she not moved, she would have suffered that graze. In the same movement though, she whipped her sword out in a thrust towards the man's wrist.

One thing the man may have noticed was that her style was reactionary. No movement was wasted.