Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Characters: Orihime Inoue and Yoruichi Shihōin
Content: Yoruichi is curious about Orihime's strange powers
Setting: Orhime's quarters
Time: Backdated to after the ship-to-ship epic battle
Warnings: None that I can think of
[ooc: plz excuse tl;dr]
A chrysalis sleeps a long time in the earth. Waiting, it thinks it could be a twig or a stone or an errant piece of curled up leaf. But then the warmth comes, the hazy dream of summer and by and by the sleeping creature transforms into a new mind, melts and softens into a new shape. The skin moistens and splits away, the new thing steps out on frail pointed legs, tipsy and strange to itself. It needs to wait while the crumpled wings unfurl and stiffen into their new shape, which is the shape for flying.
That was how Yoruichi felt. She had been asleep a long time, hibernating for so long she had stopped thinking of anything else. She had been waiting, maybe for a lot of things, but she didn't want to think about what those were. Now everything had happened at once, and even though she was professional and knew the sorts of things she should do out of habit and long practice, going through the motions was strange for her.
Perhaps she was depressed, losing her job and basically her identity. It was very different, to have to do such a long stint of fieldwork herself. There was no network of support for her this time, nothing she could count on returning to. Lots of her old contacts had to be cut out, under suspicion now. Her access to her finances was restricted, she could no longer afford to easily be the highest bidder. Anyone she talked to could in turn resell her information to someone else. It was not an enviable position, and she tried to remind herself that she was not so old to be starting over. She was hardly working her way up from the ground floor, after all.
And what did she have to comfort her at night for all her trouble? Morals. How bitter. But the new day always held the promise of new work. The thought of actually reclaiming her life was so far away it was hard to keep thinking of herself as belonging to an institution or larger organization. The idea that she was still in some way acting the head of anything was ridiculous, purely philosophical. Like discussions of trees falling in forests. Could she look herself in the eye and believe it? Maybe not, but she was obliged to continue anyway. Such were the demands of honor.
Today she had given herself one of the more pleasant lines of inquiry to follow after the boarding action by the pirates. Reconnecting with the some of the Vizards would hopefully be a step forward, but the battle had also given her a unique opportunity to witness some of the abilities people normally kept under wraps. Dr. Inoue's had stood out as strange. It hadn't felt like anything she recognized. It was a little bit like some very advanced sorts of kido, but not exactly. Most unusually, Dr. Inoue felt to be a regular human, or close enough to. Her body's magical centers had been hardly active when she had healed Yosuke of what should have been fatal injuries. This reminded Yoruichi a little of some of the artifacts her family possessed, but this one was of an unknown type.
Stopping before Inoue's door, she gave it a firm knock. Talking to the doctor should be easy enough, the young woman struck her as being quite friendly.
Content: Yoruichi is curious about Orihime's strange powers
Setting: Orhime's quarters
Time: Backdated to after the ship-to-ship epic battle
Warnings: None that I can think of
[ooc: plz excuse tl;dr]
A chrysalis sleeps a long time in the earth. Waiting, it thinks it could be a twig or a stone or an errant piece of curled up leaf. But then the warmth comes, the hazy dream of summer and by and by the sleeping creature transforms into a new mind, melts and softens into a new shape. The skin moistens and splits away, the new thing steps out on frail pointed legs, tipsy and strange to itself. It needs to wait while the crumpled wings unfurl and stiffen into their new shape, which is the shape for flying.
That was how Yoruichi felt. She had been asleep a long time, hibernating for so long she had stopped thinking of anything else. She had been waiting, maybe for a lot of things, but she didn't want to think about what those were. Now everything had happened at once, and even though she was professional and knew the sorts of things she should do out of habit and long practice, going through the motions was strange for her.
Perhaps she was depressed, losing her job and basically her identity. It was very different, to have to do such a long stint of fieldwork herself. There was no network of support for her this time, nothing she could count on returning to. Lots of her old contacts had to be cut out, under suspicion now. Her access to her finances was restricted, she could no longer afford to easily be the highest bidder. Anyone she talked to could in turn resell her information to someone else. It was not an enviable position, and she tried to remind herself that she was not so old to be starting over. She was hardly working her way up from the ground floor, after all.
And what did she have to comfort her at night for all her trouble? Morals. How bitter. But the new day always held the promise of new work. The thought of actually reclaiming her life was so far away it was hard to keep thinking of herself as belonging to an institution or larger organization. The idea that she was still in some way acting the head of anything was ridiculous, purely philosophical. Like discussions of trees falling in forests. Could she look herself in the eye and believe it? Maybe not, but she was obliged to continue anyway. Such were the demands of honor.
Today she had given herself one of the more pleasant lines of inquiry to follow after the boarding action by the pirates. Reconnecting with the some of the Vizards would hopefully be a step forward, but the battle had also given her a unique opportunity to witness some of the abilities people normally kept under wraps. Dr. Inoue's had stood out as strange. It hadn't felt like anything she recognized. It was a little bit like some very advanced sorts of kido, but not exactly. Most unusually, Dr. Inoue felt to be a regular human, or close enough to. Her body's magical centers had been hardly active when she had healed Yosuke of what should have been fatal injuries. This reminded Yoruichi a little of some of the artifacts her family possessed, but this one was of an unknown type.
Stopping before Inoue's door, she gave it a firm knock. Talking to the doctor should be easy enough, the young woman struck her as being quite friendly.