[Compile] Ishida, Rangiku, Nanao, Hisagi
Nanao had to agree with Rangiku even though she wasn't going to voice it. There were many mistakes she had made and many more she was more than likely going to make. Where her mistakes deviated from the other vice captain's was that she knew who and what to believe or at least she was pretty sure. But it was really hard to be one hundred percent sure nowadays.
She was still lost in thought and paying attention to anything but her surroundings when Hisagi stepped into their small circle. To cover the slight surprise, a hand moved up to her glasses and she adjusted their position on her nose as she bowed her greeting.
Intuition and trusting one's judgement. In her mind, Ishida was correct. What could you trust? All of her second guessing and all of the times she pushed herself down wasn't helping her. What she was missing these last couple of weeks, months was the trust in herself.
"Nothing," she answered even if the question didn't need to be. It was a little depressing in light of what was currently happening, but she couldn't help it. Maybe next time she felt like answering a questions she'd pinch herself, but she knew that even that wouldn't stop her.
When Rangiku started talking, there was nothing Nanao could say. It wasn't directed toward her so it didn't feel right jumping into the middle of it, but what she said felt like something she could have said. The only thing she could do was nod her head.
"So I take it you live by your instincts, Ishida-san?" she asked, trying to stay away from whatever the other two needed to talk about.
Knew what she had to do? The felt a bit ominous. Hisagi frowned a bit, but the expression wasn't much different from his usual, so it could easily be overlooked. He didn't know what, exactly, Rangiku was thinking about, or what she was referring to. It could be a great many things, and the truth was, it had been so long since he really tried to connect with Rangiku, that he couldn't even safely hazard a guess.
He felt like running a hand through his hair, but resisted the motion. Knowing that a problem existed and knowing what you had to do, that was more than half the battle. Rangiku had a good head on her shoulders, one of the smartest women he knew, and he didn't doubt that whatever her decision may be regarding whatever she was thinking, it was probably for the best. There had only been one area she'd always been a bit blind about, and that was really more a person than an area. It wasn't his place to say anything about Gin, though; asides from her personal life being exactly that--personal--there was also the fact that Hisagi wasn't exactly objective.
Besides, he certainly was in no position to give advice about love lives. As it was, things with Nemu had never looked so bleak. And that conversation with her father...Hisagi felt cold thinking about what Mayuri might do to his daughter, knowing what he apparently knew.
"Do what you think is best, Rangiku-san." Hisagi finally said, softly as he gazed at her before turning to look off into the distance. "We got your back."
Did he?
Ishida sometimes felt himself torn between logic and instinct. He trusted his own instincts but felt those who acted upon their own too quickly to be rash and impulsive. Kuorsaki was rash and impulsive. He wasn't. And yet... The way he fought was years and years of training and honed skills. Every move of an enemy was carefully watched and measured to be countered with his own.
Logic.
But when he'd found out that Inoue had been kidnapped by a shinigami far too interested in her powers and had no real plan of attack, rescue, or even an idea of where she was, what had he done? Gone after her.
Instinct.
The day at the zoo, coupled with various other incidents over the months, had let him know that he wasn't yet strong enough to really fight Adaro and anything she could throw at them. Logic. But he had a way, a forbidden method, to become stronger. Instinct.
"Where logic fails me, I allow instinct to take over," Ishida said after a moment of silent contemplation, reaching up with his gloved fingers to adjust his glasses on his nose as he glanced over at Ise. "And vice versa. I recognize the value of each but realize the downfalls of each as well."
He had her back? It had been a long time since she heard those words from anyone. Though she was a confident and self-assured woman, Rangiku liked having the support of her friends behind her. Especially when she knew in her heart the things she needed to do and face up to were hardly things that would win her any awards.
She smiled softly, more to herself than at those around her. It was if she felt herself again and no longer haunted by her own insecurities.
She stretched and picked up on the conversation between Ishida and Nanao. Logic versus instinct, hm? She was a creature of instinct and only depended on logic when that fail, but as she had admitted, she had failed to follow both in recent months. She only hoped she wasn't too late with what she knew she had to do.
Staring off in the direction of the fight she felt Hyourinmaru flare up for another attack. She felt another bankai flare up. Surprise registered as she felt just who that sudden raw burst of energy belong to. She shook her head and looked at the other two vice captains. "Either of you two knew Renji could do that? Damn kid. I need to catch up now."
How much instinct did she allow to take over when logic failed her? She used to think that logic would never fail her. There's always an answer to a problem and one could always think about this answer before needing to take action, even in battle. But now, after all this uncertainty she wasn't so sure. So maybe the better question for her was: How much instinct did she really have? She had training. Her body knew what to do, but was that instinct? Was there another instinct that she still had yet to see, experience. It was something she was wondering if she was missing, but it was something she knew she should think about later or maybe not at all since Nanao was fine with believing that she had enough instinct to allow her to stay alive.
"That's something I believe not a lot of people can do. Hopefully you are good at deciding which one should take over at the right time," she said, steeling herself up again in order to push herself back into the shinigami she was. She was useful when she wasn't giving much thought to emotions. She was Nanao when she relied on logic.
Nanao shook her head at Rangiku's question regarding Renji. "No. It seems as though he has spent a lot of time making sure he can stand his ground alongside the captains." She tried to stay optimistic in her thinking that he would be able to walk away from the fight with the captains and that the captains would be able to walk away as well. It just seemed as though this fight was never going to end.
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She was still lost in thought and paying attention to anything but her surroundings when Hisagi stepped into their small circle. To cover the slight surprise, a hand moved up to her glasses and she adjusted their position on her nose as she bowed her greeting.
Intuition and trusting one's judgement. In her mind, Ishida was correct. What could you trust? All of her second guessing and all of the times she pushed herself down wasn't helping her. What she was missing these last couple of weeks, months was the trust in herself.
"Nothing," she answered even if the question didn't need to be. It was a little depressing in light of what was currently happening, but she couldn't help it. Maybe next time she felt like answering a questions she'd pinch herself, but she knew that even that wouldn't stop her.
When Rangiku started talking, there was nothing Nanao could say. It wasn't directed toward her so it didn't feel right jumping into the middle of it, but what she said felt like something she could have said. The only thing she could do was nod her head.
"So I take it you live by your instincts, Ishida-san?" she asked, trying to stay away from whatever the other two needed to talk about.
Knew what she had to do? The felt a bit ominous. Hisagi frowned a bit, but the expression wasn't much different from his usual, so it could easily be overlooked. He didn't know what, exactly, Rangiku was thinking about, or what she was referring to. It could be a great many things, and the truth was, it had been so long since he really tried to connect with Rangiku, that he couldn't even safely hazard a guess.
He felt like running a hand through his hair, but resisted the motion. Knowing that a problem existed and knowing what you had to do, that was more than half the battle. Rangiku had a good head on her shoulders, one of the smartest women he knew, and he didn't doubt that whatever her decision may be regarding whatever she was thinking, it was probably for the best. There had only been one area she'd always been a bit blind about, and that was really more a person than an area. It wasn't his place to say anything about Gin, though; asides from her personal life being exactly that--personal--there was also the fact that Hisagi wasn't exactly objective.
Besides, he certainly was in no position to give advice about love lives. As it was, things with Nemu had never looked so bleak. And that conversation with her father...Hisagi felt cold thinking about what Mayuri might do to his daughter, knowing what he apparently knew.
"Do what you think is best, Rangiku-san." Hisagi finally said, softly as he gazed at her before turning to look off into the distance. "We got your back."
Did he?
Ishida sometimes felt himself torn between logic and instinct. He trusted his own instincts but felt those who acted upon their own too quickly to be rash and impulsive. Kuorsaki was rash and impulsive. He wasn't. And yet... The way he fought was years and years of training and honed skills. Every move of an enemy was carefully watched and measured to be countered with his own.
Logic.
But when he'd found out that Inoue had been kidnapped by a shinigami far too interested in her powers and had no real plan of attack, rescue, or even an idea of where she was, what had he done? Gone after her.
Instinct.
The day at the zoo, coupled with various other incidents over the months, had let him know that he wasn't yet strong enough to really fight Adaro and anything she could throw at them. Logic. But he had a way, a forbidden method, to become stronger. Instinct.
"Where logic fails me, I allow instinct to take over," Ishida said after a moment of silent contemplation, reaching up with his gloved fingers to adjust his glasses on his nose as he glanced over at Ise. "And vice versa. I recognize the value of each but realize the downfalls of each as well."
He had her back? It had been a long time since she heard those words from anyone. Though she was a confident and self-assured woman, Rangiku liked having the support of her friends behind her. Especially when she knew in her heart the things she needed to do and face up to were hardly things that would win her any awards.
She smiled softly, more to herself than at those around her. It was if she felt herself again and no longer haunted by her own insecurities.
She stretched and picked up on the conversation between Ishida and Nanao. Logic versus instinct, hm? She was a creature of instinct and only depended on logic when that fail, but as she had admitted, she had failed to follow both in recent months. She only hoped she wasn't too late with what she knew she had to do.
Staring off in the direction of the fight she felt Hyourinmaru flare up for another attack. She felt another bankai flare up. Surprise registered as she felt just who that sudden raw burst of energy belong to. She shook her head and looked at the other two vice captains. "Either of you two knew Renji could do that? Damn kid. I need to catch up now."
How much instinct did she allow to take over when logic failed her? She used to think that logic would never fail her. There's always an answer to a problem and one could always think about this answer before needing to take action, even in battle. But now, after all this uncertainty she wasn't so sure. So maybe the better question for her was: How much instinct did she really have? She had training. Her body knew what to do, but was that instinct? Was there another instinct that she still had yet to see, experience. It was something she was wondering if she was missing, but it was something she knew she should think about later or maybe not at all since Nanao was fine with believing that she had enough instinct to allow her to stay alive.
"That's something I believe not a lot of people can do. Hopefully you are good at deciding which one should take over at the right time," she said, steeling herself up again in order to push herself back into the shinigami she was. She was useful when she wasn't giving much thought to emotions. She was Nanao when she relied on logic.
Nanao shook her head at Rangiku's question regarding Renji. "No. It seems as though he has spent a lot of time making sure he can stand his ground alongside the captains." She tried to stay optimistic in her thinking that he would be able to walk away from the fight with the captains and that the captains would be able to walk away as well. It just seemed as though this fight was never going to end.
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