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Truth be told, Senna never enjoyed being within the area of squad 12. With all of the captain’s strange experiments and atmosphere, there was no telling what was going on within these walls.

Almost as if on queue, a loud scream echoed throughout the lab, sending a shiver down Senna’s spine. She quickly turned and rushed toward the source of the loud wail. There was no way she could ignore something like that. For all she knew, someone could have wound up hurt.

Rushing through the doorway, the first person she spotted was a young woman with glasses. “Are you alright?! What happened?!”

Trial Number Nineteen, a failure-- nay, a total disaster! Niko screamed the admonishment in her mind, but all that manifested was a scream of pain and surprise as the monstrous claw of the Hollow reached from the experimental gate which the Twelfth Division had been testing, and ripping the flesh of her left leg just as she was about to reach for her zanpakutō, causing her to drop on one knee while crimson streamed from her open wound. 

The Hollow squinted, eyeing the injured researcher with fleeting interest before spreading its wings and flying through the ceiling of the laboratory. Niko stumbled on her backside and shielded her head with her arms while debris fell and followed in the wake of the monster’s flight. Had she engaged the Hollow any sooner then she would have been buried under the rubble herself. 

Niko said:  "A pretty face doesn't mean a pretty heart."

“hm?”

lina peered down at the short woman with the sharp eyes she shared with her father (she preferred to call him sperm donor on formal occasions). if that was a jab to her lineage, then it was quite a foolish thing to say. lina wanted to be as far away from her father’s image as possible as she was her own person, someone indefinitely better, or so she tried to be. it was comments like these where she could barely hold down the urges,

“sorry to break it to you, but i’m just as pretty as my heart, shinigami.” what a silly little one, she thought.

The bespectacled Soul Reaper’s eyes narrowed at the tall woman. Her arms were crossed obstinately over her chest. 

Normally, she would not have the gall to be so headstrong, but after what she and her sister went through as a result of the other woman’s father, the often timid scientist held a newfound apprehension towards the other’s presence-- especially when they were supposed to be ‘celebrating’ the defeat of Aizen.