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Current Loved Xenoblade 3, and I just got done with Astral Chain my friend lent me. Monster Hunter Stories 2 is next, and so far I'm liking it!
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TOHSAKA
Nina
&
Anthony "Tony" Adams-Himura

Sagamiyama - Sweets Shop Outside
Sunday Midday

Nina flashed Emi an “okay” signal in response to the request for her to not die. She didn't need to be told twice. After that, she pursed her lips in thought. Her physical body wasn’t presently even in Sagamiyama, instead having been left in a hotel in the nearest large city. While it made wandering around without being stopped by fans, hecklers, or paps easier, it was pretty inconvenient for actually doing things during downtime. Not that this needed to stop her. After all, it’d be easier to, say, hit up an arcade without worrying about drawing a crowd. Sure, why not?

She looked around to her new coworkers. Who among them seemed most likely to enjoy getting some game time in? ...Probably the one who kind of looked like he came out of one, yeah. Nina approached Tony, Soul Pager in hand, and typed out a text, and held it out screen facing the boy.

Yo. Wanna' hit an arcade or smth?”

“Oh…” Tony looked down at the soul pager, moving his hand over the paper, “You think I would go to an arcade just because you asked if we were friends…” Tony’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. He seemed to be about to say no… suddenly a loud, happy scream was heard.

“BECAUSE I’LL DO!!!” He almost screamed, all while giving a very enthusiastic thumbs up, he has waited for a moment like this for ages, last time he went to an arcade was months ago.

With a clap of her hands, Nina grinned wide and returned the thumbs up. She wheeled around and began to walk off, then midstep, leg stretched out in front of her, stopped. She rotated on her heel, leg still held up, and faced Tony once more, now with brows furrowed and lips curled in befuddlement, her eyes looking upward as if trying to look into her own mind.

Where...was the arcade in Sagamiyama, again?

She was sure she’d seen one at...some point on her traipse from hideout to hideout looking for people earlier that day. Her brow furrowing further in annoyance at her own forgetfulness, she lowered her leg, pulled her Soul Pager back out, and tried to find a search engine app on it. Wait, did this thing even have a data plan?

After a few moments of tapping on the buttons in increasing frustration, Nina grit her teeth and leaned back with the phone raised above her head in her left hand. She then swung down, not releasing the delicate device, and returned it to her pocket. She then walked back toward Tony, passed behind him, then turned around and waited for him to lead the way. Hopefully he either knew where the arcade was, or had a working goddamn phone.

“Oh… I see.” Tony smirked and swiftly pulled his phone out, he tapped the words ‘Arcades nearby now now’, after looking for the results for a bit, he found a place some blocks from the candy shop, “AHA!! I found the place, it’s… oh, oh no…” He seemed to grow more and more worried and somewhat scared about the place, almost like he was seeing the scene of a crime. He saw if it was open or closed, surprisingly it was open, what also stood up was the surprisingly good reviews, portraying the arcade as a quite refined and elegant place, despite looking like a nearly abandoned place… like a chuck e cheese he went one time with Kyle… weird, it’s very similar now that he sees it.

“Okay, do you wanna go here? I know it doesn’t really look that good, but… it’s probably the only, and somehow best option there is.” He showed her the place, a dusty floor and some verily present arcade machines, one of which seemed to be broken down.

Upon being asked the question, Nina sidled up behind Tony, bent down, and pushed her face through the gap between his bicep and the side of his torso, situating her head beneath his underarm like she was putting herself in a headlock using him. She used this vantage to look at the screen of his phone.

It looked passable. But just to be sure, she snaked her arm around the opposite side of his arm from the one her head was situated, to reach his phone and scroll through a few of the pictures the listing had of the place. She wanted to make sure they had-- yes! A DDR machine! Perfect. She once more gave Tony a thumbs-up, while nodding her head under his arm.

“Nice, now that I see, I think they have a dance dance revolution machine. You gotta see me dancing…” He smiles, quite awkwardly, his eyes showing some regret… “I’m terrible…” Tony also feels she’s kinda slithery, like a snake. A very friendly and mute snake.

“Anyways, we’ll go here… do you need something else?” Tony’s expression becomes thoughtful, “Ah, right you’re still a ghost. Where’s your body actually, I think you came here as a ghost?” He points at her very subtly, still with her head self-locked on his underarm.

Nina once more pulled out her Soul Pager and typed out a message for him. This time, she used the arm that was behind Tony’s back, bending it upward to hold her phone up close to his head.

I left it in Nagoya. 'S cool."

After giving him a couple moments to read it, she lifted his arm so she could pull her head out and stand back up again. She then lifted her knee and gave him a gentle nudge in the butt, to signal he should get moving now.

“Okay, I'll move.” He said, slightly laughing. He lifted his left foot and quickly swung his right hand forward in a pointing action, “This way.” He puffed his chest out, acting like some wanna-be leader, despite the fact that he was guiding himself with his phone in his free hand.

Moving through Sagamiyama would be easy for most people who live in japan. Tony was a japanese-american, who sometimes spoke like a generic new yorker, it was reasonable that he didn’t have a single clue of how the whole town even operated at all. His pizza burger brain can only do so much to try and adapt to another country. Despite this, he always tries to be friendly with the people who live here, and that would include Nina. Since he first saw her, he knew they could be good friends, she seems so… loud, and that’s without some cheap joke.
TOHSAKA
Nina
Sagamiyama - Sweets Shop Training Ground

Said silent pleasantries were naturally preceded by Nina's answer to Shouko's query, produced by the toy harmonica of green plastic she held in her right hand: a rapid blow up the instrument's upper note range, followed by a victorious jingle.

Afterwards came time for the group to settle in for lunch. Being that her body was chilling out in her hotel room several kilometers away, Nina was left to partake of the supplied "soul food", a pun that made her laugh a descending series of chords out after it occurred to her. Still, would have been nice to sample those burritos, not to mention make for a nice easy bonding moment. This would mark the first time she found a downside to the convenience offered by being able to travel unseen by the public as a shinigami.

As the rest of the group found their seating, Nina opted to stay standing, due primarily to the excitement of meeting so many new people all at once filling her with more energy than she knew what to do with. Plus, she'd just have to get to her feet again to do a proper introduction once everyone was settled, so might as well. An eventuality which came about quickly, followed by Ouga generously giving everyone her name so she wouldn't need to borrow one of those spirit cellphone thingies. Though not before she shot him a look in response to his phrasing of "say hi" while speaking to a mute woman, constituting a slow head turn in Ouga's direction, her bright red brows pressing downward into her tightly-squinted eyes, and a narrow smile not unlike the kind someone would be forced to display due to another person pressing their fingers into the corners of their mouth. If she had cat ears, they'd certainly be pressed flat against the top of her head. Once her message was conveyed, self-introduction time brought her bright and cheery smile right back.

A fast-chugging honky-tonk jaunt was interspersed with three descending notes widely separated, those three notes each punctuating a pose Nina shifted to while leaving the harmonica between her lips: a feet-spread power pose with her left hand making a sideways peace sign in front of her left eye while her right eye winked; a wide stance with her knees and elbows bent and her fists balled, grin broad and eye glint dangerous, and; a provocative pose with her back both turned to the group and arched, this time winking her left eye over her shoulder as she lifted - not high enough to expose much more than extra thigh meat - the hem of her cut-short shihakusho with her right hand and propped up her forward lean by placing her left hand on her knee.

Essentially, she wanted them to know she was fun, high-energy, and a little bit sexy.
TOHSAKA
Nina
Sagamiyama - Komori Sweets Shop


Despite having been prepared for an attack, she hadn't expected to be assailed quite so immediately, and the small projectile chucked by Emi zoomed right through her defenses. In opening her mouth to gasp in surprise, Nina gave it the perfect opening to land which to land.

Oh. Puffed corn.

The nostalgic taste and familiar voice using her name brought calm to Nina's mind, washing away the terrible scenario her imagination had painted on the canvas of her mind. Arms falling to her sides, Nina tilted her head back, pointing the umaibo at the ceiling as she took a bite and allowed more of the edible baton to fall past her lips.

Mm, chocolatey insides.

She lowered her head and looked around, finally getting a good look around the room. Emi was sitting at the back of the shop the same way she had been the first time she'd been brought by here, further reassuring Nina that there was no cause to be concerned. She considered asking why the door was broken, but was forced to remember that she didn't have access to her smartphone in spirit form, and hadn't been supplied with one of those digital devices she'd seen the recruiters use from time to time - and even if she had been, she wasn't sure those things had a texting app.

So, with a shrug, and taking another hands-free bite of her umaibo, Nina sheathed her zanpakuto and moved to take another step into the shop. Then she paused.

On her right side, one of the toys stocked on a shelf near the entrance caught her eye - some colourful plastic harmonicas arranged in a row. She plucked one from its spot before resuming her forward movement toward Emi. She answered the shopkeeper's offer with a bow and a nod of her head. After paying for both the umaibo and the harmonica, she was shown to the training ground like the rest.

Sagamiyama - Sweets Shop Training Ground


Well damn.

Nina looked across the well-lit underground urban development zone, littered with the groaning forms of shihakusho-clad warriors who had apparently all been cleanly laid out, ostensibly by one of the only two left standing - the pompadour-sporting recruiter she'd been previously introduced to with the name Ouga. It probably hadn't been the gloomy-looking kid who could barely move one of his arms. Oh, and Shouko was here, too, appearing to give some instruction to a younger-looking substitute. Nina hopped on the balls of her feet, smiling wide and waving energetically at Shouko.

As she ran from the lead-down from the shop above, Nina popped the last bite of her umaibo in her mouth, freeing her left hand. She considered launching directly into a musical introduction to her new coworkers, but it seemed like most of the might need a moment to collect themselves or recover before they'd be ready to divert their attention from whatever lesson Ouga was teaching them.
TOHSAKA
Nina
Sagamiyama - Komori Sweets Shop


Shoulders stiff, fists clenched, eyes wide and brows furrowed, Nina slowly scanned the area in front of the sweets shop, looking for further signs of struggle beyond the mangled remains of the building's primary entrance. Finding her wits, the musician spread her feet, bent her knees, and placed her left hand upon the hilt of the zanpakuto tied to her waist.

Finding the other two locations she remembered as being the hangout spots of the shinigami she had met those several months ago empty had been odd enough, but finding a sliding door in shreds at the third of what were supposed to be something like safe havens for these warriors finally convinced her something may be amiss.

Nina's eyes continued to shift slowly from side to side as she worked to keep her breathing steady.

Hollows were typically active at night, but she had fought a couple odd ones that carried out their hunts in the daytime, and given that the door seemed to be the only thing destroyed, it was possible that something other than a hollow was responsible for the apparent disappearance of all the shinigami from the local hangouts.

"......."

Nothing in sight, not outside the sweets shop at least. With a sharp inhale of realization, Nina lunged toward the right-hand side of the shop's open doorway, back pressed against the wall and hand glued to the hilt. Her first guess had been that the hangout spots were empty because the shinigami were off hunting down whatever had caused the door's destruction, but another possibility had just occurred to her: they could all simply be dead. Or, more ideally, captured, if it truly was something other than a Hollow that had done this. But that could also mean the perpetrator was still on the premises.

Leering through the doorway in as low a profile as she could manage, movement in front of her face forced Nina to cross her eyes - a lock of lime green hair was swaying between them. With her right hand free, she brushed across her bangs, returning the lock to the series of uniform feathers just above her brow. Her bright cyan hair and rainbow stockings probably didn't make for good stealth attire, she was reminded. Nina breathed a quiet sigh, smirking in contempt at herself. She never did follow through on her smartest ideas.

Nina stepped into the candy shop while drawing her zanpakuto, her stance placing her left side forward with her left hand held in front, two fingers pointed upward, while her sword was held in her right hand, raised above her head and pointed forward. With a twitch, she could either thrust or perform a Hado. Just in case, she swiftly turned to face the entrance she'd just stepped through, then turned around once more, determined not to be taken by surprise if there was some unknown assailant waiting for shinigami here.
@Sho MinazukiHm, I see. In that case, I might as well wait until she achieves her Shikai, since that will change the shape of its sealed form as well. I hope it's okay if her release not only makes her Kido options more powerful, but also expands her non-Kido options a bit as well. I already have in mind what I want it to look like and do.

Also, I double-posted, in case you missed it. Her CS has been submitted in the post immediately preceding yours. I'll wait to make any changes, such as that she currently doesn't use incantations at all, until after you read its unedited form.
@Sho MinazukiI feel like casting Kido without incantations is supposed to be a pretty high level thing, not something fledgling Soul Reapers are capable of. And even if I could justify my character being an exception, if it's all the same to you, I don't want to cast Kido without incantations.
Hello! I saw that the status is set to Apply and the story doesn't seem to have left its first arc yet. :) Would anyone mind myself submitting a character?

It's too late at night for me to put together a full CS, but the gist of the character will be:
-She's mute due to a medical condition, but displays high energy and zeal in how she interacts with people
-Her zanpakuto has a bowstring built into its spine, and when run across any of the white lines running the length of her scabbard, allows her to play violin notes which work as substitute for Kido incantations
-Among her weaknesses, some lie in her lacking close combat skills, combatively, and in her lacking regard for boundaries, socially.
Elvira Sanada
The Technol-Angel

Branch 092 - Cafeteria


Entering the cafeteria a minute or so after Arisa had, an unfamiliar, tall, narrow figure in very modest clothing drew the eyes of several agents present in the room. Eye-catching both because of her unfamiliarity, and because of the four glowing blue and gently humming rings - flat like discs - floating in the air around her; one hovering above her head not unlike an angel's halo, one hovering near to her right shoulder and levitating a mug of coffee below it, one hovering near to her left elbow and levitating a closed laptop, and the last hovering near her right hip and levitating a fifth ring not glowing, humming or rotating like the other four. In her hands, she held a folder containing documents she was fervently attempting to memorize, her eyes behind her rectangular glasses listing up to down even as the dark circles under them almost appeared to darken in real time.

Elvira stepped across the room and made her way to the coffee maker present - the same model as the one in the office space that had apparently started spraying liquid several days ago due to poor operation by one of the other agents - and exchanged the folder in her hands for the laptop being carried by one of her H.A.L.O.s. She also took hold of the dormant H.A.L.O. being carried by the one near her hip, which came to life like the rest after some brief typing on her laptop. She reached toward the coffee maker with the now glowing ring in hand and held it above the machine for a moment, then removed her hand and left the ring floating aloft the machine, rotating and humming with power. Elvira turned her attention back to her laptop, copy-pasting some lines of code she'd written earlier from a text file into the program used to control the H.A.L.O. above the coffee machine.

"So that's the new transfer? Looks like she's been running herself ragged."

"What are those floating circles? Some kinda magitech?"

"Holy magic fused with technology? That's a new one."

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