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ANNELIESE FAUST
SEGUNDA ESPADA ; ASPECT OF MERCY

I JOINED ON January 1970. I'VE MADE 110 POSTS. I AM A SEXY person.

"kaze ga kokoro ni sasayaku no..."

BURNED NOSTALGIA 01 Feb 17, 2014 23:54:08 GMT -5

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Post by ANNELIESE FAUST on Feb 17, 2014 23:54:08 GMT -5

It was in the air. A nostalgic energy that was familiar, but distant. Anneliese couldn't quite place what about it drew her to a site left in ruin. It was upon this school campus did Anneliese feel her skin crawl. There was something that beckoned her here and having followed this lingering reiatsu from across the other side of town. It drew the maiden here and vexed her to no end. What was the subtle, dull tapping at the back of her mind and heart? Casually the Segunda circled around the scattered debris, singed ground and uprooted earth, eyes hovering down below. Her visage was painted with a haunting, longing expression that seemed lost. In reality she really did feel so. This feeling she was experiencing was the same as the glimpses of her past she often got during dreams. It was the same as when she'd awake tears in her eyes, screaming. There were three things ever present in these feelings: Fire, a sad face of a girl and a deep sorrow.

Kneeling, Ann ran her fingers along the earth as a breeze swept over shuffling her oynx locks. A few moments later and Anneliese stood with a single question reverberating within her mind. "Who is the person this reiatsu belongs to?" She needed to find this individual, but they were probably long gone evident from the fading strength of the leftover residual energy. Thinking, Anneliese was circling the school grounds, passing by the spiritually ignorant as if she weren't even there. This wasn't getting her anywhere and was heavily expressed by a long sigh that escaped the woman lips as she gazed up at the beaming sun she whispered beneath her breath.

"Where are you?"

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Last Edit: Feb 17, 2014 23:54:34 GMT -5 by ANNELIESE FAUST

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Hiroko Izumi

I JOINED ON January 1970. I'VE MADE 32 POSTS. I AM A SEXY Female.

BURNED NOSTALGIA 01 Feb 18, 2014 0:53:43 GMT -5

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Post by Hiroko Izumi on Feb 18, 2014 0:53:43 GMT -5

We're pushing through the warped wind
Outstripping the cold sky
Nevertheless, we still continue to wander

To answer the Espada's question, no where near the demolished school ground that the Arrancar stood on - relatively speaking, anyways.

Several city blocks away, a distance that would have taken the better part of an hour to walk but only a handful of minutes by public mass transit, the person in question would shiver almost as if in direct response to the unheard question. Wrapping the blanket that she had taken from the small bed on the other side of the room around herself a bit more tightly, Izumi almost regretted her budgeting choices once again - she'd spent three years living in the city over the course of high school, but thanks to genius planning on her part she'd rather underestimated the winter cold. A kotatsu was fine and dandy, but it wasn't meant to heat up an entire room, and almost every day now the young woman would find herself huddling under the thing or in bed during the few days that she wasn't working or spending on class time.

That being said, though, she had free time now. A lot of it, and in ways she would not have wished for given the choice. With many of the school buildings outright demolished and the university board still struggling to deal with the chaos every one of the classes Izumi had signed up for had been put on indefinite hold, and as someone holding only a part time job when she had been a full time student only a few days ago that put her in a rather awkward position. While she had enough money to feed herself and pay the rent, heating the place during all the hours she would have spent on campus was not something she had planned on being able to do - more than that, having that much time on her hands to begin with was a first, and leaving the apartment wasn't something that she felt capable of. Not yet.

After the initial adrenaline rush of merely having survived such an encounter in the first place, Izumi had shut down. Dealing with the one wounded shinigami had already unsettled her to the point of being physically ill, but the act of actually stopping to look at the resulting destruction was not something that she had been prepared to do. Even worse than that was the fact that she was able to see - where there had been only collapsed buildings and wreckage at first glance for everyone else, Izumi had been quite well aware that people had died. She'd seen the souls of the departed, and while none of them had been people she had actually known Izumi was not willing to entertain the possibility that she might spot a familiar face. There were people there that she had gone to high school with for three years - she had spent her teenage years growing up alongside them, and many of them were more like family than friends to her. She would probably hate herself later for not getting the chance to actually say goodbye to them if it came to it since she would have the opportunity to do so in a way that very few other people would get, but she wasn't ready for that and doubted she ever would be.

So, for the last few days Izumi had simply waited - waited, watched and listened, emotions dulled and simply going through the motions of eating and sleeping. Another day and work would come, and she'd do her job, but beyond that there wasn't much else to do in her life besides carry on and let the wounds close as they had with her grandparents' passing, and the vain hope that the people she knew and cared about had escaped the confrontation unscathed. Blinds closed on her windows to block out the late morning sun and keep in what meager warmth the kotatsu managed to generate, Izumi leaned forward to allow her forehead to rest against the warm table top as the heat and silence began to dull her mind - slight lowering of her guard the mask she wore to conceal her reiatsu around the clock would slip just the tiniest bit.

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ANNELIESE FAUST
SEGUNDA ESPADA ; ASPECT OF MERCY

I JOINED ON January 1970. I'VE MADE 110 POSTS. I AM A SEXY person.

"kaze ga kokoro ni sasayaku no..."

BURNED NOSTALGIA 01 Feb 24, 2014 14:03:04 GMT -5

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Post by ANNELIESE FAUST on Feb 24, 2014 14:03:04 GMT -5

There weren't any leads for her here, the only clue was the fading trail of energy that grew weaker with each passing second. The segunda lips frowned before she decided to abandon hope in this place and pin her curiosity on the path left for her. As she followed it Anneliese could feel the dimming of its strength so her need to hurry was rushed with every step she took in its direction. Ten minutes later and Anneliese found herself in a barren alley situated between two apartment complex on each respective side. Stopping, the low humming of her breathing filled the air, but no longer could the maiden feel the reiatsu. It had appeared that her only lead was now gone and she'd have to give up. This was denoted by her sluggish body language as Ann leaned against the wall of apartment building and hung her head down. Ann's long, wavy black hair obscured her face, but it didn't matter since her eyes were glued to the ground. With a heavy sigh she only listened to the silence in the atmosphere, and the dull ache that resonated in her bones.

Post by ANNELIESE FAUST on Feb 17, 2014 23:54:08 GMT -5

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Post by ANNELIESE FAUST on Feb 24, 2014 14:03:04 GMT -5

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