Ishida Uryu (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
shiro_megane_kun) wrote2016-07-04 03:39 pm
shiro_megane_kun) wrote2016-07-04 03:39 pm
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[The last thing Uryu expected to receive, after all these years, was a letter from his grandfather. Sokken had one last wish for him, his final gift. His hand has been promised to a woman – a Quincy.]
[Over the course of the past year, Ishida has learned the ugly truth of the origins of the Quincy and chose to side with his friends over the Vandenreich, but although the nobility of the Quincy had been a lie, in Uryu's eyes, Sokken changed that. The way forward for Uryu and for the Quincy would be to live up to the principles Sokken had instilled in him, to aspire to that virtue and nobility.]
[He has to at least give this a chance, to do everything he can to fulfill his grandfather's last wish for him.]
[Still, he can't help but feel a little rueful, realizing that this, meeting the woman to whom Sokken promised him, is more daunting to him than fighting for his life against a Hollow, with the destruction of his very soul at stake. But despite feeling apprehensive, he does his best to maintain the appearance of composure as he scans the rose garden from the gazebo, searching for traces of Quincy reiatsu.]
[It isn't reiatsu, though, that makes his eyes go wide, but the sight of a familiar face.] It couldn't be... [It's been years, but he's never forgotten her.]
[Though he knows he should wait, that he should be focused on finding the person he's waiting for, before he realizes it, his feet are carrying him toward her.] Kamelot?
[Over the course of the past year, Ishida has learned the ugly truth of the origins of the Quincy and chose to side with his friends over the Vandenreich, but although the nobility of the Quincy had been a lie, in Uryu's eyes, Sokken changed that. The way forward for Uryu and for the Quincy would be to live up to the principles Sokken had instilled in him, to aspire to that virtue and nobility.]
[He has to at least give this a chance, to do everything he can to fulfill his grandfather's last wish for him.]
[Still, he can't help but feel a little rueful, realizing that this, meeting the woman to whom Sokken promised him, is more daunting to him than fighting for his life against a Hollow, with the destruction of his very soul at stake. But despite feeling apprehensive, he does his best to maintain the appearance of composure as he scans the rose garden from the gazebo, searching for traces of Quincy reiatsu.]
[It isn't reiatsu, though, that makes his eyes go wide, but the sight of a familiar face.] It couldn't be... [It's been years, but he's never forgotten her.]
[Though he knows he should wait, that he should be focused on finding the person he's waiting for, before he realizes it, his feet are carrying him toward her.] Kamelot?
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I imagine they'll gladly welcome the assistance. [Not that they couldn't handle things – the truth is, Kurosaki's overwhelming strength alone is probably sufficient. But even Kurosaki hasn't mastered the art of being in more than one place at once, and when Hollows gather in packs, roaming Karakura, a group can dispatch them more effectively than a lone Shinigami.]
It looks like we're the closest, [So they'll get there first. Leading the way, he makes towards the exit with all haste, though he pays attention to the pace at which she follows him, adjusting accordingly. As soon as they're able, he ducks into a alleyway. From here they can travel more discreetly.] Hirenkyaku? [Ishida himself didn't truly grasp the technique until he began training with the sanrei glove, and even then, it was easier to use in Soul Society or Hueco Mundo than in the living world, though over the years he'd grown strong enough that he was able to use it on this side, too. If she's not mastered it yet, that just means he'll carry her with his, and that later he can help her learn.]
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[It takes her a moment to properly translate the technique. While Sokken had used that phrase, in the years since she left the country European phrases had become much more common in her everyday—or rather, every-hunt—life. Once she makes the connection, however, her expression clears and she nods.]
Oh! Yes, of course. I'll follow your lead, so I don't startle your companions.
[She can't imagine they have much reason to trust strangers on sight, given their personal histories.]
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Among them is a substitute Shinigami. Our job, once we get there, is to ensure the Hollows don't harm anyone. We should leave destroying them to the Shinigami, if we can help it, but the priority is the protection of civilians. If it's necessary, take the shot, [he explains. Just like Sokken had always wished. Shinigami and Quincy working in concert.]
[He turns his attention to the rooftops, and, in a blink, he's darting from rooftop to rooftop, using his ability to perceive reiatsu both to close in on the Hollows and to make sure he doesn't pull too far ahead of Tricia, though he starts at his normal pace.]
[As they draw near, a four-pronged bow materializes in Uryu's hands, and, without stopping, he takes aim from a block away, firing off a shot, not with the intention of injury or destruction, but merely to draw the Hollows' attention away from any other prey.]
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[Though she keeps mum on just when that was, and just what his color commentary had included, for the sake of diplomacy. Tricia glides alongside him, as graceful as though she was meandering across some grand ballroom, rather than a city on the brink of an attack.
Her own bow, when summoned, is a glittering, thorny thing, elegant and dangerous in equal measure. An arrow glimmers to life, but she makes no move to release it just yet.]
Leave it to me.
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[However, by the time they engage the Hollows, any awkwardness seems to have melted away. His movements are graceful, smooth. More than any other time, he seems at ease, comfortable – confident, even, acting as a Quincy. This is Uryu in his element.]
[He harries their targets from a distance, his arrows opening wounds without ever dealing a killing blow, even as he keeps moving, keeping them at length. If Tricia pays attention, she'll notice the reiatsu of others drawing near in the same direction he as Uryu alternately lures and herds the malevolent ghosts. Though he could easily cripple them, rendering them immobile by picking off their legs, he doesn't. It's clear he's quite practiced at this. Strangely, though, the reiatsu drawing near is neither that of a Hollow, nor a Quincy, nor a Shinigami, but something else entirely... though perhaps Ryuuken filled Tricia in on those details as well.]
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Whatever the case, she doesn't so much as twitch, her expression remaining serene and almost politely disinterested as she keeps a careful eye on the situation regarding the innocent, oblivious citizens. At one point, one Hollow stumbles away from its makeshift horde, and in the vague direction of what looks to be a supermarket.
Tricia looses her arrow, deliberately not aiming at the creature itself—but then, it seems she hardly needs to.
Power explodes from the bolt, searing the Hollow as it zips by without making contact, like some terrible burn. It gets the job done, sending the Hollow scampering back towards its comrades, and quickens all their paces as they clamor to get away from whatever just did that.
Tricia delicately shakes out her hand.]
...when Master found me, I fear I was little more than a glass cannon. While my constitution and focusing abilities have improved... well, it's as you see. Now, I fear most often I may be more hindrance than help, unless somehow the balance is so disturbed that wide-scale erasure becomes a viable option.
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[His father's words still ring in his ears. `I have no interest. You have no talent.`.]
[But there's no time for that now, especially since – ]
[The reiatsu signature converges on the other flank of the Hollows with an explosion of force, herding them toward the remaining two reiatsu signatures still on the move – and one of those is definitely that of a Shinigami.]
[The one who arrived on their heels, though, towers almost a head taller than Uryu as he approaches. He doesn't speak, but he does give Tricia an appraising look before turning his gaze to Ishida, clearly expecting answers.]
She's with us, Sado-san, [Ishida explains, keeping it brief for now, and though Sado's wariness doesn't evaporate, he seems to accept Uryu's explanation for now with a nod. At least while there are Hollows around, there's a common enemy they can all agree needs to be removed.]
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Or, she would at the very least trade her power level for something more manageable on a daily-hunt sort of scale. Being outstanding just makes you stand out to all the wrong types, in her experience. Whether it is her echt blood, or part of what renders her body naturally delicate, all she knows is that she hopes it will not trouble him.
Your foremost duty is to pass that strong blood down to a child who can properly wield it, her own father had told her, before walking her down the aisle. She banishes the thought.]
Ah, my name is Tricia Kamelot. Pleased to meet you.
[She ducks her head, fighting the urge to use a more Continental greeting just because he looks about as foreign as she does, at first glance. She was raised better, after all.]
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"Getsuga Tenshou!" [And, in any event, it appears that the last of Uryu's compatriots have arrived.]
[With a herd of Hollows between them, now hardly seems the time to introduce her to Kurosaki or Inoue – especially since it's beginning to dawn on the Hollows that they're surrounded, and they've begun to fight with the desperation of cornered animals, holding nothing back as they lash out in their efforts to escape.]
Licht Regen! [Though until now Ishida has inflicted only flesh wounds, a veritable shower of heilig pfeil arc from his weapon, maiming and shattering limbs and wings with pinpoint precision. The screaming of Hollows fills the air with cacophony, falling silent only as Uryu's Shinigami ally cuts them down with vast sweeps of his zanpakuto.]