#codenamefreya

HIS EYES , COLD . the sadistic twitch of his pointed smile would feel like an executioner's axe to some . that his darkening grin would be the last to ever see . yet , this one ever caused him all the more trouble . an annoyance that should have been dealt with . or , that should have been the end of it , shouldn't it ?

were it not for the girl's stubbornness , and a damnable thing it was .

one hand grabs at her scalp ( her hair had yet to grow back ) , hauling her up with ease . the other , taking the cross of the wandenreich in his palm . looking nothing more than a trinket , but it was far more than that .

" I wonder if the bond between you & your blade has been severed yet , " and the silver cross gleams in the dim light . " given everything that you have endured at my hands , shinigami girl . "

"Here... we are, safe."

Within the main hall of the Kido Palace, a pool of thick, oozing, violet energy spreads across the floor, and from it, two figures emerge; the first is Bansui, towering at first, but then hunching down into his usual crooked posture, and the second figure, is Kaisa.

Surrounding the two at first is a group of robe-clad individuals, members of the Kido Corps, who went to approach with the intent of checking Kaisa for any injuries or other afflictions, but Bansui holds up a gloved palm, and they all back away slowly

"Her wounds have... been treated, already," Bansui's low, gravelly, but somehow kindly sounding voice emanates from behind his mask, "please, return to thine duties, my lambs, and I shall... keep watch, on our guest, until her... comrades, arrive."

As the many members of the Kido Corps bow their heads to Bansui and then walk away, he turns to look down at Kaisa, and then languidly gestures toward a pathway that led out into a seemingly garden-like area.

fights honourably / fights dirty

prefers close quarters / prefers range

chats during / goes silent

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat/ prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic, alchemy or spells

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential

exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their (opponent’s) abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skillset / learning their skillset

fancy footwork / sloppy footwork

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat/ refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has ptsd / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

Tagged by: @ofxvermilionxwhispers (Thanks fren!)

unprompted | always accepting! | @codename-freya​ said ...  "If you promise not to make me into a zombie, with the war behind us, we could be friends?" Kaisa's emerald eyes were as genuine as the haunted shinigami could manage. She held out a cup of coffee as a sort of truce. Her thin lips were in a soft smile, reserved but gentle.

❝  I don’t need friends.  ❞ Stubborn, stiff, her words are cold, detached. The past may have been behind some, but it was fresh still to her. Wounds were still gaping, still festering, still open.  

If it had been up to Rin, the concept of a partnered lab would have been left behind in high school. They were adults now, weren’t they? College was supposed to be the time where they grew as students. Gone were the days of being made to ask permission to use the bathroom, or being scolded for skipping classes. If he was expected to get himself to class on his own every day, lest his teacher simply fail him without a second thought, then shouldn’t he be allowed to do his own damn lab without being forced into this uncomfortable minefield of a social dilemma? He was more than capable of doing this alone! And yet-