[ the jackhammering of her heart against her ribs is all gin can hear over the storm around her and shimura. he doesn't know it yet but she's already decided that, regardless of the punishment and the captain commander's stern face, she's going to kill this man. that is how the port mafia resolved issues, how gin was brought up to deal with them when she'd been but a black lizard battalion squad member. verlaine had said to make sure an opponent stayed down because if they got up again- well, this is an example of it already. giving the tsunayashiro clan time to regain enough force to do this. verlaine would tell her to kill them all.
using her blades to kill a fellow shinigami had been something gin hadn't had to do in twenty years. somehow, the fact kisuke's returning is causing all this is perfectly normal in the back of her mind. she's unhappy about it, but how many things has she not done for urahara kisuke before that have eaten away at her? not in anger but in sorrow.
at the periphery, she is certain she's spotted ururu and that's a relief. if she's noticed then it means others had to have as well. the urgency of rashomon reaching its target is less so now as gin doesn't think it's fast enough to catch up before a more severe blow is aimed at naoyuki's very delicate, very frail, very human skin. had urahara seen her at first and thought of that too? how breakable humans are in comparison to shinigami and hollows and everything else living and breathing under the same blue sky.
thankfully, ururu's arrival also means gin has one single opponent to focus on. the target of her anger and all she needs is one good blow. what would verlaine say? he'd probably ask her to curb that anger and wait for an opening but gin doesn't want to wait. she's no genius, she can't calculate the variables of this battle, of whatever else is going on outside the storm. there are guesses that can be made but those aren't good enough in this situation.
oh, her old mentors would be so disappointed. even dazai, though this is the sort of strategy he would've goaded pawns into using (gin included). rashomon whispered quietly as she lets go of the blade and the hound returns, reaching with dark, hungry jaws to tear at the storm as if it were solid cloth and not just air. she has no blade to parry the katana like this and so gin allows it to sink into her shoulder.
the pain is blinding for a moment or two, being stabbed is never pleasant. shimura's look of triumph falters when he sees gin is reaching to grab onto his hand to hold the hilt in place. there. now she's close enough. ]
Rashomon[ —from hound to blade again, she's within reach, the small slit over his throat, the artery wide open and dousing everything red. the storm goes and gin waits because she wants to make sure shimura is dead. ]
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Date: 2023-01-28 01:08 am (UTC)using her blades to kill a fellow shinigami had been something gin hadn't had to do in twenty years. somehow, the fact kisuke's returning is causing all this is perfectly normal in the back of her mind. she's unhappy about it, but how many things has she not done for urahara kisuke before that have eaten away at her? not in anger but in sorrow.
at the periphery, she is certain she's spotted ururu and that's a relief. if she's noticed then it means others had to have as well. the urgency of rashomon reaching its target is less so now as gin doesn't think it's fast enough to catch up before a more severe blow is aimed at naoyuki's very delicate, very frail, very human skin. had urahara seen her at first and thought of that too? how breakable humans are in comparison to shinigami and hollows and everything else living and breathing under the same blue sky.
thankfully, ururu's arrival also means gin has one single opponent to focus on. the target of her anger and all she needs is one good blow. what would verlaine say? he'd probably ask her to curb that anger and wait for an opening but gin doesn't want to wait. she's no genius, she can't calculate the variables of this battle, of whatever else is going on outside the storm. there are guesses that can be made but those aren't good enough in this situation.
oh, her old mentors would be so disappointed. even dazai, though this is the sort of strategy he would've goaded pawns into using (gin included). rashomon whispered quietly as she lets go of the blade and the hound returns, reaching with dark, hungry jaws to tear at the storm as if it were solid cloth and not just air. she has no blade to parry the katana like this and so gin allows it to sink into her shoulder.
the pain is blinding for a moment or two, being stabbed is never pleasant. shimura's look of triumph falters when he sees gin is reaching to grab onto his hand to hold the hilt in place. there. now she's close enough. ]
Rashomon[ —from hound to blade again, she's within reach, the small slit over his throat, the artery wide open and dousing everything red. the storm goes and gin waits because she wants to make sure shimura is dead. ]