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Log COMPLETE;
When; Early this evening
Rating; PG (a little language)
Characters; Senna![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
memoryrosary and Kuchiki Byakuya nobilityandlaw
Summary; On her way back to the Resistance from the Hospital, Senna is intercepted by the Captain of the Sixth.
Log;
She felt better. That was the honest truth. She had been quite thankful for that black-haired girl with the violet eyes; she healed well, and quite quickly. She never got to ask the girl her name; as the moment she'd been healed, she'd mouthed a quick 'thank you', just before grasping a hold of Mirokumaru, and rushing back out the doors of the hospital she had just recently been deposited at. She would have to find her later, and thank her properly. But now, there were more pressing things at hand. She needed to get back to the Resistance; and her mission.
As she came outside the hospital, she began to run through the streets as quickly as she could, toward the direction she had come from in the first place--the prison, where she knew the Resistance was still at. They needed her; and after the info she'd gained from a man named Harry, she had something important to give them. Pushing harder, she began to sprint, her sheathed zanpakutou flailing against her as she moved.
The sudden weight of his reiatsu was more telling than the abrupt appearance of Byakuya's figure on a rooftop nearby, his cold eyes settling upon Senna.
Byakuya was completely caught up in the grip of the curse, and his duty was very, very clear in his mind now. He would have to go back again with more aid to bring in Ukitake and Kyoraku from the temple. But the shinigami were his responsibility, and right here, right now, this one was no exception. She would have to come with him, and be given to the church's judgement.
"Senna," he spoke, his voice low and calm.
Her breath caught. Well, that was an understatement--it was more that it was trapped within her lungs, under the crushing pressure of the reiatsu that was now around her. Her body was refusing to move, in any regard, except for her knees, which were now slowly inching toward the ground, as if she was being pushed there by some unseen hand of Atlus. The only organ in her entire body that was seeming to respond was her heart, which was beginning to beat wildly, out of control. The smooth voice that echoed above her sent a chill through her weighted form, giving her heart another jolt to send it toward a speed that rivalled a hummingbird's. She'd heard it only once before...and she knew....
"...B-byakuya..." her voice seemed to whisper, whether from the strain....or the fear she now felt.
"Will you submit yourself to the judgement of the church and God's will?" Byakuya asked, flat gaze pinning Senna. Certainly, he did not want to harm her. But if he was forced to, so be it.
;-)
Senna's mouth worked, as she heard those words echo through her head. He was a captain, he could kill her without thought, and no matter what she did, she'd most likely not be able to escape him. But, she couldn't give up...not here. She wouldn't give into the church--no, the curse--even if it meant her falling here against him. At least, she had some small sliver, no matter how unable to be seen chance here, and if she gave up, there was no chance of her getting back to the resistance at all. Finally, her mouth ceased what it had been working with, and she spat on the ground near the Captain's feet. That was enough of an answer to give.
Byakuya had never been one to repeat himself.
He raised his hand, uttering the name of a mid-level binding kidou, meant to restrain her arms, prevent her from wielding sword or magic against him. Foul powers, from the devil himself, no doubt. But in this case, used to support the forces of good; those were the thoughts twisted up inside his mind by the city. She was an unseated shinigami, and not one of the highest forces of evil in this filth-drenched city, but still dangerous enough to the common people who could not help themselves against her powers.
The light surrounded her, bringing her arms painfully down against her back. She fell, chin into the dust, her knees only serving as a fulcrum for this. She was now eye-level with Byakuya's feet, though she immediately tried to turn, wanting to try to roll to get back up on her feet--though the power was stifling, and she could barely move, even without the kidou binding her, and its being there made it one hundred times worse. She bit her lip, pushing as hard as she could against the magic that now tied her arms to her body, praying for a way to be let free.
"Stand, Senna," he ordered, unmoving from where his quick flash-step had brought him down to street-level. His reiatsu subdued, though only a small amount. "I have no intention of carrying you."
It would be humiliating for her to have to walk all the way back to the church, but at least there he could make certain that she was secured properly before resuming his duty and dealing with the next evil-tainted being that he came across. There were still far too many, and the Resistance made it more and more difficult as each day passed.
The girl bit her lip, looking down at the ground. She didn't want to move, didn't want to listen. At the moment, all she wanted to do was break free, and escape this man that loomed over her, waiting to drag her to her death. She gritted her teeth, knowing what she was about to do would most likely get her hurt--but, in a small, miniscule way, it was a way to fight against him, if only for a moment. Ceasing in her movement, she stared at the ground, wanting to resist, even if it was futile.
He looked down at her prone form, but his patience, what little of it there was, wore thin quickly. He reached down to grab the back collar of her shihakusho, pulling Senna to her feet in one.swift, abrupt movement.
"We will return to the church, where you will await trial," he said, dropping his hand quickly as if even touching her clothing was unpleasant. "Now walk."
The girl sighed, as she was hefted to her feet. Her head hung between her shoulders, as if that weight had transferred entirely into her skull. Her expression fell as realization set in, destroying the defiant one she'd worn before, to one of hopelessness. Dammit, so close...so close and I couldn't do anything. As she began to walk, the weight shifted downward, now grasping around her heart like a vice. She didn't know what awaited her at the Church, but she knew it wouldn't be good. But, she...she couldn't give up. If she gave up now....
As tears began to well in her eyes, she clinched her hands, arms still prone by the kidou, bristling against the storm that wanted to come. One sentenced stood in her head---the final words of the condemned walking to judgment.
I'll defy you to the end, with all my soul, even if you kill me.
Rating; PG (a little language)
Characters; Senna
memoryrosary and Kuchiki Byakuya nobilityandlawSummary; On her way back to the Resistance from the Hospital, Senna is intercepted by the Captain of the Sixth.
Log;
She felt better. That was the honest truth. She had been quite thankful for that black-haired girl with the violet eyes; she healed well, and quite quickly. She never got to ask the girl her name; as the moment she'd been healed, she'd mouthed a quick 'thank you', just before grasping a hold of Mirokumaru, and rushing back out the doors of the hospital she had just recently been deposited at. She would have to find her later, and thank her properly. But now, there were more pressing things at hand. She needed to get back to the Resistance; and her mission.
As she came outside the hospital, she began to run through the streets as quickly as she could, toward the direction she had come from in the first place--the prison, where she knew the Resistance was still at. They needed her; and after the info she'd gained from a man named Harry, she had something important to give them. Pushing harder, she began to sprint, her sheathed zanpakutou flailing against her as she moved.
The sudden weight of his reiatsu was more telling than the abrupt appearance of Byakuya's figure on a rooftop nearby, his cold eyes settling upon Senna.
Byakuya was completely caught up in the grip of the curse, and his duty was very, very clear in his mind now. He would have to go back again with more aid to bring in Ukitake and Kyoraku from the temple. But the shinigami were his responsibility, and right here, right now, this one was no exception. She would have to come with him, and be given to the church's judgement.
"Senna," he spoke, his voice low and calm.
Her breath caught. Well, that was an understatement--it was more that it was trapped within her lungs, under the crushing pressure of the reiatsu that was now around her. Her body was refusing to move, in any regard, except for her knees, which were now slowly inching toward the ground, as if she was being pushed there by some unseen hand of Atlus. The only organ in her entire body that was seeming to respond was her heart, which was beginning to beat wildly, out of control. The smooth voice that echoed above her sent a chill through her weighted form, giving her heart another jolt to send it toward a speed that rivalled a hummingbird's. She'd heard it only once before...and she knew....
"...B-byakuya..." her voice seemed to whisper, whether from the strain....or the fear she now felt.
"Will you submit yourself to the judgement of the church and God's will?" Byakuya asked, flat gaze pinning Senna. Certainly, he did not want to harm her. But if he was forced to, so be it.
;-)
Senna's mouth worked, as she heard those words echo through her head. He was a captain, he could kill her without thought, and no matter what she did, she'd most likely not be able to escape him. But, she couldn't give up...not here. She wouldn't give into the church--no, the curse--even if it meant her falling here against him. At least, she had some small sliver, no matter how unable to be seen chance here, and if she gave up, there was no chance of her getting back to the resistance at all. Finally, her mouth ceased what it had been working with, and she spat on the ground near the Captain's feet. That was enough of an answer to give.
Byakuya had never been one to repeat himself.
He raised his hand, uttering the name of a mid-level binding kidou, meant to restrain her arms, prevent her from wielding sword or magic against him. Foul powers, from the devil himself, no doubt. But in this case, used to support the forces of good; those were the thoughts twisted up inside his mind by the city. She was an unseated shinigami, and not one of the highest forces of evil in this filth-drenched city, but still dangerous enough to the common people who could not help themselves against her powers.
The light surrounded her, bringing her arms painfully down against her back. She fell, chin into the dust, her knees only serving as a fulcrum for this. She was now eye-level with Byakuya's feet, though she immediately tried to turn, wanting to try to roll to get back up on her feet--though the power was stifling, and she could barely move, even without the kidou binding her, and its being there made it one hundred times worse. She bit her lip, pushing as hard as she could against the magic that now tied her arms to her body, praying for a way to be let free.
"Stand, Senna," he ordered, unmoving from where his quick flash-step had brought him down to street-level. His reiatsu subdued, though only a small amount. "I have no intention of carrying you."
It would be humiliating for her to have to walk all the way back to the church, but at least there he could make certain that she was secured properly before resuming his duty and dealing with the next evil-tainted being that he came across. There were still far too many, and the Resistance made it more and more difficult as each day passed.
The girl bit her lip, looking down at the ground. She didn't want to move, didn't want to listen. At the moment, all she wanted to do was break free, and escape this man that loomed over her, waiting to drag her to her death. She gritted her teeth, knowing what she was about to do would most likely get her hurt--but, in a small, miniscule way, it was a way to fight against him, if only for a moment. Ceasing in her movement, she stared at the ground, wanting to resist, even if it was futile.
He looked down at her prone form, but his patience, what little of it there was, wore thin quickly. He reached down to grab the back collar of her shihakusho, pulling Senna to her feet in one.swift, abrupt movement.
"We will return to the church, where you will await trial," he said, dropping his hand quickly as if even touching her clothing was unpleasant. "Now walk."
The girl sighed, as she was hefted to her feet. Her head hung between her shoulders, as if that weight had transferred entirely into her skull. Her expression fell as realization set in, destroying the defiant one she'd worn before, to one of hopelessness. Dammit, so close...so close and I couldn't do anything. As she began to walk, the weight shifted downward, now grasping around her heart like a vice. She didn't know what awaited her at the Church, but she knew it wouldn't be good. But, she...she couldn't give up. If she gave up now....
As tears began to well in her eyes, she clinched her hands, arms still prone by the kidou, bristling against the storm that wanted to come. One sentenced stood in her head---the final words of the condemned walking to judgment.
I'll defy you to the end, with all my soul, even if you kill me.