#ciervaarrancar

The door to her room fell shut with a soft click, and Sung-Sun was finally alone. Breathing a small sigh, she stretched her arms upward. It was the end of another long day training with her sisters. There were few alternatives to pass the time in their desert home. Even so, it left her muscles pleasantly strained, in a way that assured her skills were improving. Now that the artificial lights of Las Noches had been extinguished, however, it was time for sleep. 

The fifty sixth fell into the pile of blankets and pillows that made up her bed. It usually didn’t take long to fall asleep, and she wasted no time letting her eyes fall shut. She was on the edge of consciousness when a faint whisteling sound made itself known through the layers of sheets. Pushing herself up onto her elbows, she frowned

What was that?

The thought only barely crossed her mind when a cloud of smoke suddenly exploded beneath her. She sucked in a lung-full of the offending smog with a sharp gasp of surprise. Coughing, she staggered from the bed, doing her best to disperse some of the gray haze. After a few minutes it cleared enough to for her to descent to her knees, peering under the bed. The remains of three small bombs left a tall-tale sign that she was the unfortunate victim of her sister’s antics. 

（*´▽｀*）: I love the way you play your character.ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ : I’ve liked your character from the start, and you play him/her well