Katlyn McGinn

Rookie (June 28,1992)

Arrancar Role-Play Work - Poem by Katlyn McGinn

The command “shine” passed her lips as she drew the finely shined blade of her zanpakuto from its clear crystal sheath, freshly budded sakura blossoms embedded into it outlined on the surface in black. She shifted her grip on the clear handle of the weapon, grasping it tightly



Age: 16

Height: 4’11”

Weight: 103 ½ lbs

Eye color: Aqua-emerald

Hair color: Silver

Zanpakutō name: Ova Kijurinae Artemis’ Silver Spark

Command phrase: Shine Shikai Release



|~|Nods and moves to pull off her coat, wrapping her precious zanpakuto in it as she began to outline the base of the house, fitting stones in place for it's firm base. Two hundred and fifteen feet across and about three hundred deep; she tipped her head, thinking for a moment before fitting planks of wood around the stones and running off to fetch several bags of sand to secure the rocks in place.|~|



|~|She pulled along a sled with several large sand bags upon it, panting as she sat down on the floor. After catching her breath, she wiped the glistening sweat from her forehead that caused her long bangs to stick to it, and stood, tearing open the first bag and began to pour it evenly onto the rocks, starting in the center and working outward. She did this until the sand evened out with the rocks then glanced about, her teeth catching her inner lip, gnawing, wishing for water to pack the sand in with.|~|



|~|Turns and pulls up one of the large poles, setting it into the center of the foundation and motioning to the men to help her, each of them aiding to slather fast-setting concrete around the pole's base. She smiled at the aids and repeated this with each pole at each of the corners of the soon-to-be-house; leaving again, she set out to fetch flooring, smooth hard-wood planks to nail into place.|~|



|~|Returning with several more men then before, trailing after the rather chest-y and good looking young woman, she had several boxes with nails in her hands, the males carrying loads of smooth wood,50-cenitmeter wide slats to put under the flooring before it is laid to avoid moisture damage, and larger beams for the ceiling, telling several of them to begin work on each project as she and several others began to fix the slats into place.|~|



|~| She stood, balanced, on two of the slats as she watched her aids begin to lay down the floor boards, each nail being meticulously driven into the slats. Satisfied, she told them to continue doing such a wonderful job and began to set to work on the frames of the walls, fixing them together, rice paper glued carefully between each frame. Two of these were set into their tracks that those men who had finished the braces had laid once she’d finished them, starting on the second pair as others started on thicker, inner walls.|~|



Mm? Oh! That'd be lovely! |~|She smiled, nodding. Glancing around, she observed what was being done, the outer walls of the house being reinforced with sturdy white birch, the front door distinguished, and walk-way running about the house nearly finished. The gardened needed to be tended to and tatami that are made from woven rush grass needed to be laid on the sitting room and bedroom floors; personal affects needed to be placed, as well as kitchen stove and everything else that fell under such categories.|~|

Cabinet



|~|So used to her prized Zanpakuto, the ex-Hollow rose to her feet and pulled it from her side, placing the blade into its silver holders mounted upon the wall. She smiled to herself, aqua and emerald eyes narrowing contently as she studied the blade in its clear sheath, freshly budded sakura blossoms embedded into it outlined on the surface in black; the hilt was crystal, sakura petals frozen in their dance along the length of it. From within its beautiful sheath, the deadly blade seemed so innocent, shining as silver as her tresses and serving as a background against the lovely pink blossoms.|~|



|~|With a squeak of a yawn, she rose onto her elbows, blinking such bright aqua-emerald eyes to will sleep away. Wincing against the sun that filtered through the window of her room she rolled off of her beanbags and onto the floor gathering herself and adjusting the clothes she had fallen asleep in. Slipping silently into the hall, as not to wake her sister, she carried her favorite soap and warmest towel seeing as the chill that ran through the house was startling; going to the heater dial, she rotated it, turning it on and pausing to hear the heater itself whirr in the back of the semi-traditional house. Slipping silently across the hardwood floor, she went into the bathroom and undressed, shivering against the cold since the heat had not gotten to this room yet, and turned the taps to the lone shower, sitting on the edge of the claw-foot bathtub, waiting until the water was steaming to slip under it. Showering quickly, she executed the necessities, washing of her silver tresses and body, shaving, teeth brushing, washing her face, all right there in the shower before rinsing off and turning off the shower, drying herself with the towel and stepping out into the steamy and warm room. The house heated by now, it was comfortable as she moved out of the bathroom, to her bedroom next door to change into fresh clothes and dry her shining silver tresses that stuck to her bare shoulders.|~|



|~|She yawned faintly as she tied her clothes together, it was more of an early-morning habit rather then she was still tired, since the shower had woken her up. Securely tying off her the hakama to her shihakushō she sat down and pulled on her tabi, remembering that her best pair of waraji were in the entrance. Picking up Ova Kijurinae, she smiled at the coolness of the sheath; the ex-hollow studied her beloved blade with its clear sheath, freshly budded sakura blossoms embedded into it and outlined on the surface in black, its crystal hilt and the sakura petals frozen in their dance along the length of it. The innocence the deadly blade seemed to give off from within its cozy sheath, shining as silver as her tresses and serving as a background against the lovely pink blossoms it truly reminded her of someone… Her sister, who slept in the room across from her own. Sighing faintly, she left her room and went to the kitchen, thankful to have left the new electronic rice-cooker from the living world, on all night, as she began to mix tuna to her liking and fit spoonfuls into handfuls of sticky rice which she molded into triangles, onigiri.|~|



|~|Sitting in the entrance of her house, she tied her waraji to her feet, the straw sandals her best and favorite pair. Rising to her feet, she brushed her hair off her shoulder, the petite girl of slender build only reaching the full height of four foot eleven inches; she bust-y sixteen year old slid open her front door and went outside, Ova Kijurinae at her side as always.|~|



|~|Aqua and emerald irises encircled pitched pupils and were surrounded like and egg’s yoke with solid white; the wind that pulled about her caught stands of her silver tresses, making dance partners out of them, stringing them across her facial features. Her loose robes swayed, the invert-color shihakushō more of camouflage then a fashion statement, which was an entirely different story for what was left of her Hollow’s mask, the bit of white bone attached to the side of her head like a kanzashi, white bone inlaid with aqua-emerald and violet gems, jade hairpins fastened around it. She raised her hand, nails clean of paint unless she were to make one of her favorite trips into the human realm, where she would get them painted so many different colors while in her gigai, and cupped her palm, silver energy beginning to pool in her palm, the air sparkling with it before condensing into her hand.|~| Divine ones, who guide our will, bend our names and break our bodies, those who pull the sea and spin the Earth and shine upon them, draw on us and guide our hands. Artemis, will your light and strike thru us to stop all there is to be! Binding Art Number 52 “Moon Rabbit’s Tears.” |~|The pool of silver liquid, like quicksilver only radiating light, rose from her palm into the air, twisting into unnamed shapes before bristling and disappearing, the trees around her in a 100 meter radius being coated with it from down to the tip of the roots in the Earth to it’s very top quivering leaf. A gale force wind pushes through the forest, making her stagger slightly, though none of the coated trees even shivered in the wind, completely unaffected.|~|



|~| She sighed in a dramatized manner, looking to her sister's gore-ish work. Pulling on a butcher's smock, Avnas was firmly set on not getting as half as bloody has her sister. Carefully, she drew her obsidian cutting knife and trimmed the meat of fat and clinging blood vessels as well as picking out fragments of small bones. Flicking her hair out of her face with a shake of her head she placed cleaned meat aside and finished pulling fine meat from the animal’s carcass, with much less of a show and a near negative amount of delight then her sister.|~|



|~|As he reached back, she smiled and cupped her left palm, silver energy beginning to pool in the crevices of her hand, the amount growing rapidly, the air sparkling with it before condensing into her hand.|~| Divine ones, who guide our will, bend our names and break our bodies, those who pull the sea and spin the Earth and shine upon them, draw on us and guide our hands. Artemis, will your light and strike thru us to stop all there is to be! Binding Art Number 52 “Moon Rabbit’s Tears.” |~|The pool of silver liquid, like quicksilver only radiating light, rose from her palm into the air, twisting into unnamed shapes before bristling and disappearing to be seen again coating Katsui’s entire body; he was frozen in the liquid, breath caught in his throat – if he stayed like this much longer, he’d pass out.|~|



|~|Growls and hops out her window, reaitsu flaring with her rage.|~| ART 62! “HEIRACHRY OF PHANTASMAS! ”|~| Both a binding and destructive art, energy stabbed into Katsui without warning the moment the last syllable was off her lips. This energy seeped through his body at a rapid pace, stalling the mind and body and pressuring critical arteries to the point that if he so much as drew in a breath and batted an eyelid at the same moment, they would burst to cause immense internal bleeding throughout the body, loss of sight and instant death, if the heart were to burst. No pain was felt, as the art’s hold upon Katsui’s mind sedated this, leaving him unawares except for a mild numbness throughout the body. Though death was immanent, she drew her miniature zanpakuto from her pocket, where she had put it when she’d gone into the human realm, and let it return to it’s full size, drawing the ringing blade from it’s crystal sheath. It’d be smart not to provoke a already irritate pregnant female.|~|



-Nagajuban kimono-shaped robe over coat

-Hadajuban thin undershirt

-Hakama pants {divided skirt, worn over kimono}

-Kanzashi what the rest of her Hollow’s mask is to resemble, white bone, inlaid with aqua-emerald and violet gems, jade hairpins fastened around it



|~|Aqua and emerald irises encircled pitched pupils and were surrounded like and egg’s yoke with solid white; the wind that pulled about her caught stands of her silver tresses, making dance partners out of them, stringing these strands across her facial features. Her loose robes swayed, the invert-color shihakushō more of camouflage then a fashion statement, which was an entirely different story for what was left of her Hollow’s mask, the bit of white bone attached to the side of her head like a kanzashi or hair comb, the white bone inlaid with aqua-emerald and violet gems, jade hairpins fastened around it with meticulous affection to disguise it.

In this oasis she and her fellow Arrancars had created, she stood stolid, silent, studying; the forest spread out to the east and south, going who knows how far across the mostly-wasteland, the stark white dunes to the north and west of the village they’d erected in a matter of days, one house for each pair. She favored hers the most, of course, with its traditional Japanese build and garden about it, the beginnings of a hot spring in the back for herself and sister, along with her fellow Arrancars; this was to be fenced off, for privacy.

Ova Kijurinae fastened at her side as always, she smiled to herself at the coolness of the sheath under the sensitive pads of her fingers that ran along what they could reach when her elbow was straight; the ex-hollow stroked the beloved blade with its clear sheath, freshly budded sakura blossoms embedded into it and outlined on the surface with inlaid black, its crystal hilt and the sakura petals frozen in their dance along the length of it. The innocence the deadly blade seemed to give off from within its cozy sheath, shining as silver as her tresses and serving as a background against the lovely pink blossoms, truly reminded her of someone… Her sister. Perhaps that is why she loved it so? Perhaps, and perhaps not, seeing as the blade is the sealed form of her former self, the cruel and gluttonous Hollow. Though she was slender, not much had changed - she could eat an entire feast and still not be full nor gain a single pound – except for her disposition; her ‘humanity’ had made her less cruel, less prone to bickering except when insulted with intention or not.


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