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Her brain was frazzled yet constantly firing off in different directions. Mind you none of this went anywhere. Shiori's brain really only had two clear objectives in caveman mode: get to the 4th division and alert them that a patient in critical condition was on the way, and get people out of...

Usually, Shiori didn't get much out of watching a fight. In the rougher districts of the Rukongai, fights would break out here and there. Dozens of people using whatever they could use as a weapon beat the ever living hell out of each other, unless you were lucky enough to have an actual weapon...

"Oh sure. If I could just flip a switch and be happy, do you really think I'd be this  sour? Not to be rude, since you're actually trying to help me here, but I can't just be happy because I wanna be. And I don't really wanna talk about around other people, ya know?" This was all well an good...

"My souls wh- oh this again?" Shiori sighed, a slight smirk on her face. She'd heard about this a few times before, but never quite got it. Besides, why listen for weird soul melodies when you had regular music? "Ahh, right. Sorry Aiya." Shiori sighed. Aiya was right about one thing...

There was nothing like a good drum breakdown to get Shiori pumped on the morning. That and it made intrusive thoughts take a back seat, even for a moment. This was her final year in the academy, and boy was it a bittersweet feeling she'd rather not have. After all, the academy was all she'd had...

”Sōkatsui, eh? I love that one!” Oh? Shiori was a bit surprised that she'd get that quick of a response. Hell, he even seemed excited about the opportunity to teach her something one in one, though that giggle was just the slightest bit off-putting. Oh well, take the good with the unsettling...

There hadn't been many interactions between Shiori and Zhou up until this point, and as such she was still not quite used to his somewhat robotic demeanor. The way he didn't so much as react to anything and the dryness of his responses? Seemed like she was pouring herself out to an oil painting...

Shiori could just faintly hear another conversation nearby, but given her current situation she wasn't exactly in the mood to dropping any eaves on someone else's conversation. Besides, she could barely understand them over the music, which she turned up to drown out the noise. Nor did she...

It was a wonder that Shiori hadn't noticed anyone else up on the roof when she emerged into the light of the sun above. Then again, she hadn't been sleeping particularly well. This was largely her fault, both in terms of stressing over things that weren't worth stressing over and doing things...

Click the Icon above for the Biography Format Template All Shinigami biographies will be placed here. “If we're done here, can I leave? Pretty sure I have better things to do." “Damned headaches...” “Youre heading in the direction of a good throat punch. Last warning.” “I guess. Can't...