Asahina Emiko

Basic Information:
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EMI
The
typical nickname for Emiko. Mostly going by this name amongst the
people she knows, ranging from her friends to the people she commonly
talks to within the soul society, and she'll insist that people call her
this instead of her various other titles. It's a fairly simple name in
the woman's opinion, and she adores it well enough. Seeing as it's just a
shorter version with the same meaning “child graced with beauty;
smiling child”.

ASAHINA-SAN
After
becoming a Lieutenant of the Kyubantai, she was given the name by a few
of the division members. Seeing as how many were intimidated by her
position, and admired her for the confidence she displayed, they would
always be very formal and polite, especially when addressing her. The
surname was that of her mother's. At first she disliked the name, for
having the constant reminder that her mother died during the attack of
her home. It used to make her a bit nervous, but now she's quite used to
it and doesn't jump or flinch when people use it.

OKAA-SAN/SAMA
Ah
yes, Emiko's other title around the society. She has accepted the
title, but is still so unused to people referring to her this way. She's
much more comfortable with people referring to her by proper name. As
by her nature, most members refer to her as “mother” out of respect.
People from other divisions also use this title to share their
enthusiasm.

MOMOIRO-CHAN
“Pink”
is a nickname from Emiko's past. Momoiro is the old-fashioned way to
say pink, an obvious reference to her hair. Only a few people who are
close to her, like her senpai, are a small handful of people who are
allowed to use it. This woman will take offense if
anyone else were to refer to her so familiarly. Those who do without her
express permission generally receive the most callous and brutal
treatment from her she can manage. That is, the cold shoulder.

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Twenty Six. The mentality of
this delicate being had definitely been affected by these digits.
Because, even at this point, she sometimes considers herself to be an
old woman, and led to believe that many people think of her as a “hag”.
Though, surprisingly enough, for both feeling and being it. Emiko looks
nothing like her age describes. It'd be more accurate to say that she
appears to be in her early twenties, if that. Yet, this does not give
her any reassurance to how old she truly believes she is.

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For hundreds of years, it had been known by all that Emiko is FEMALE inside and out. No one can really deny the fact that she is
one of the female gender group. You would have to be blind to not
notice how well-endowed she is; you would have to be more than stupid to
not notice her lady-like mannerisms. And you would most certainly,
without a doubt, have to be deaf not to pick up on that angelic voice.

Residence: Karakura Town
Clan/Organization: Not right now
Appearance:
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HEIGHT
5'8" — 172.5cm.

WEIGHT
125lbs — 57kg.

DEFINING CHARACTERISTICS
Despite
the luminous pink tresses that surround her features, there are other
unique traits that truly define this masterpiece. She has elegant and
beautiful features, and pale, flawless skin. From the back, there are a
mass of individual scars scattered across the bare skin. There is
nothing outstandingly amazing about them, but they are interestingly
unusual; the way they twist and turn, and form into each other, it could
certainly make one curious of how she obtained such markings. Another
trait could be located on the left side of her face. Tucked away under a
mass of hair, at the corner of her eye. A cute beauty spot, flat, but
just colored, which somehow enhances her beauty.

BODY FRAME
Not
too skinny, nor too plump; she's of a healthy weight which is expressed
with many curves. Her stomach is toned and fit. An immodest bust,
slight waist, and enough hip to balance out her body evenly. She's not
tall nor short, but rather average at a height of somewhere around 5'8"
and surprisingly graceful for her curved appearance.

BLOOD TYPE
AB negative.

ON THE OUTSIDE
Standing
at an non-intimidating height of roughly 172.5cm, 5'8" she isn't able
to tower over those around her. Emiko is the ideal weight for someone of
her height, build, and appearing age. Being formed much like an
hourglass, her curvaceous figure is surely something to admire. Though
she has a fit, well kept body - like all Shinigami. Each of her limbs
are long and slender, yet toned, and in proportion, complementing the
rest of her structure; with just enough muscle, and no excess body fat,
to give her that strong appearance. But to say in more detail, we'll
start from the top. Emiko, in truth, is quite attached to her hair and
always makes sure it’s in its best condition, and it always seems to
have a bright flare. Long, so long, naturally cascading locks gently
toss around, reaching down to just a little below her waist, gradually
twisting into ringlets as they near the ends. However, her beautifully
well-kept locks are often tossed just right over her bosom, which of
course tends to make her hair seem shorter. Topped off with messy bangs
frame her heart-shaped face perfectly, working like a veil and hiding
her eyes if not fixed accordingly. With the flawless complexion like
that of a fair porcelain doll, due to her inability to part from her
work, and to go outdoors. The only flaw to her skin, is that of
scarring. Proportioned to take up the majority of her back, these scars
twist and turn. Digging in so deep that to run your finger over each
individual marking you'd be convinced momentarily that they were still
fresh as the day she obtained them.

With a very soft, innocent
looking face, definitely not that of a fighter. She has a well detailed
facial structure, and everything is well balanced. Her lips are full,
and soft to the touch. They are rarely ever pulled back in a frown, but
mostly plastered with a smile. And the most alluring feature on her
face, most definitely, has to be her eyes. With luscious colored lashes
of a moderate length, peer out bright cerulean blue eyes, that shimmer
and glow with the effects of the soothing ocean. Emiko's eyes are always
wide, or seductively half-lidded, attempting to lure people into them.
Which at no surprise, often works. Makeup doesn't interest her, but she
will tend to wear mascara from time to time. Which always makes her eyes
look more lovely. They have a curious sparkle with condescending
amusement but also can quickly change to mysterious in depth, round and
wide, Emiko’s eyes contrast quite nicely with her brightly colored hair,
for that added effect. Coming a little lower, as mentioning her
proportions before. It would be honest to say that she is a well-formed
woman, if not developed. All proof to the saying can be clearly
demonstrated by her chest region. With a nice shape to them, her breasts
are ample, rounded, and yet firm and at a noteworthy size of “big”, but
not so much to un-flatter her figure. Her waist dips in to retain their
slender look to them, before connecting to her wide hips, twisting
round with an supple (fear the great kon) and finishing with thick thighs.

Don't
get her wrong, she respects herself more than others would believe; but
her style of clothing ranges in the more tight and revealing section.
Whilst she feels confident, and proud enough to casually walk around in
such clothing, she does not do it intentionally for the attention.
Restrictions are something that this woman cannot stand, and without
these limitations she is able to move about more freely. Her basic
attire consists of the same, or similar-like outfits, still striking out
as the basic apparel of a Shinigami. On a day-to-day basis, she will
wear a white tube top, covered up by a black short-sleeved jacket, made
from a leather material. Her jacket has white trimmings on each side of
the zipper, and also along the bottom. A black skirt, trimmed exactly
the way as the jacket is her main lower body item. Underneath that skirt
is black leggings, met up with a pair of black boots reaching much
further up her legs, rimmed with white - stopping only a few centimeters
past her knees. This simplistic design is adorned with a deliberately
loose white sash around her waist, fitted with a mandatory lieutenants
badge, sporting the appropriate squad emblem.
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This
is a subject that has been glanced upon on the occasion. It is never
certain which sex the woman desires, or naturally prefers. To elaborate
on this subject, you could say she's bisexual. But that would be
incorrect. You see, Emiko's past has not only been restricted to men,
but women also. Don't get her wrong. The female form is a very appealing
work of art in her eyes, but to say she is sexually attracted would also
be wrong. For the most of it, this woman is as straight as a ruler.
With the slight chip or two on it. Alcohol is a very powerful toxin, and
can influence even the greatest of people to do impulsive things. This
is currently the case for such a proud Shinigami. Catch her sober and
you've caught yourself one of the most heterosexual women around; catch
her drunk and she'll tease, toy, and flirt among members of the same
gender, and just about everything else.

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HOBBIES
It would be more than spectacular if this woman could place her finger down on the ideal
hobby. Truth is, personally, she switches and changes between so many.
That, pinning one down is starting to twist into the impossible. As far
as she can remember about her time as a Shinigami; Emiko satisfies
herself well-enough, collecting books and reading them. Not only would
she read them, but she would always take minor notes through-out the
duration of her studies. Once finishing the novel, she transfers and
develops the information on a clean sheet of paper. Much like one would
do with an essay. Other than that - since you can only do so much before you've read nearly every book in existence
- Emiko also likes to cook. It was one of those determining factors in
her major. She's quite good at it too. Taking pictures is also another
hobby of hers. Collecting memories really appeals to her tastes, she's
even got a personal book in which she places all the pictures on their
own pages with photo corners, for ease of access. Obviously there are
much more extended hobbies that could be listed. Yet, they are nothing
but pointless due to her unpredictable tastes.

SPECIALITIES
Aside
from her astonishing talents at cooking, which is a given, due to it
being a hobby and passion of hers. There are many other things that she
prides herself on. These may not be as stunning, or fancy like the
skills many others are experienced with. But still finds it to be
equally proud of herself. Emiko is quite adept with her speed, agility
and reflexes. All playing an important part in combat, when forced to
become recognized. Due to intense training, in the Rukongai and in her
progression to becoming a Shinigami; being one with preternatural speed,
light on her feet, rather than that of unusual strength. All of this
comes from leg strength, which could potentially be brandished with the
term abnormal. Pushing herself to the brink of her limitations,
the motions her body creates may even 'blur' in the eyes of the
observer. Though, it is not anything to compare to a Shunpo. Second in
line would be that of her reflexes, matched with agility. Working in
their own unique nature, this Shinigami's body works on prime instinct
when danger falls upon her; reacting in an appropriate manner. Suited
with basic manoeuvring.

FIGHTING TYPE
Well-Rounded.
These fighters are okay in the use of their weapon, in hand-to-hand
combat, kidou, cero, flash step/sonido/hirenkyaku, and any of other race
abilities that are given to them. They're not great, they're not bad,
they're just efficient in several areas

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SOUND OF VOICE
An
eternal lullaby, sung in a soft soprano voice; a voice that could carry
through winds and wars. Each word is a practiced art, sweet and soft
but with short, precise notes. Carefully formed upon cherry pink lips,
filling the empty air with sweet sound. The gentle melody of such a
lilting tune is completely smooth at the end of every syllable,
lingering on with its mysterious echo.

INTROVERT/EXTROVERT
Being 50 percent extrovert, and 50 percent introvert. The correct term to describe this would be ambivert. You see, while enjoying a reasonable sum of her free time going to parties, and hanging out with friends. The most typical extrovert behavior one could possibly show.
Emiko does not deem it essential to engage in social interaction
constantly. Due to that busy body persona, she acts rather aloof and
introverted as well. Relishing time alone, away from the crowd. More
particularly when faced with work.

ON THE INSIDE
A
pretty faat her, she'll usually try as
hard as she can to fix it.

Of course, this Shinigt are rough have their
effect too. While our maiden fears storms, she seems to also have a
sleeping problem, and has very vivid dreams that usually wake her. For
long hours she is awake at night just trying to think of something else
other than her nightmares. From that, there is nothing else bad to
mention about her. Well apart from her love for alcohol, then not really
anything.

As you've probably assumed after that, yes, Emiko
happens to be a raging alcoholic, well, not raging. But she likes to
lose herself in the sake. Once she's had enough, her personality morphs
instantly, not gently breaking down to give a warning to those around
her. Ah, you see, our fine lady in the black dress is very dominant with
drink in her; whatever she wants, whatever she needs, she'll take it,
even forcefully if needed. And this is one of her many qualities that
contradict each other. At times, she's seriously on edge. Constantly
keeping everything to herself, and that leads to too much bottling up on
her behalf.

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READING
Yes,
reading. The types of books she generally likes involves politics and
news updates, like the newspaper for example. Sometimes she even enjoys
romance stories, and fiction. Almost anything and everything if she can
get her hands on it. The only things that she doesn't read often are
boring books. Saying that, her definition of boring may vary from the
average reader. When Emiko truly desires, she often likes to read some
mature rated books, and takes no shame in it either. After all, she's a
woman, and should be allowed to indulge in her mind's curiosity once in a
while, correct?

PERFECTION
Being
a perfectionist, everything is best when it is at a level of
perfection. With that said, she is not the kind of perfectionist that
will obsess over nearly anything with a flaw to it. Such like other
beings. And this is what makes everything inside her contradict each
other, and not fit together so perfectly, like a puzzle: Emiko likes it
when things are flawed, so to say, as it adds a more unique charm. Yet,
at the same time, she likes everything to be perfect. For example, when
she is cooking. If Emiko fails more than once, she will try and try
until she finds her work to be satisfying enough, and this is the same
dedication that can also be shown about her whilst working.

AMUSEMENT
Who
doesn't like amusement? Emiko likes it really good, and in large
quantities. It's certain, she finds her job amusing enough, even if it
isn't in the best of ways, she won't turn a blind eye to the odd joke or
two. There is nothing wrong with being wicked in the name of humor.
That is unless someone is harmed in the end. If it reaches a point like
so, Emiko does take it all to heart, and will feel equally at blame and
force herself to do something about the situation.

ALCOHOL
Being
an alcoholic, one would most likely expect this from one much like
herself. While she has been branded “party girl”, upon many others, this
is not the reason while she'll drink her sorrows away. Emiko is a very
complex drinker, she's not out to impress people whenever she tips the
bottle. No. It's the exact opposite, unless, obviously she is just
intending to have a good time. But drinking herself to sleep is the only
comfort she may ever possibly find, due to all those hidden secrets she
doesn't wish to reveal.

TRADITIONAL DISHES
Either,
cooking, preparing, or eating them. It is one thing that her adoptive
mother taught her of. Due to many years in the Rukongai, she found it
essential to learn about the arts of food at a young age to be able to
take care of her family, just as they took care of her. While she
doesn't think of herself to be of a professional level at cooking, many
people beg to differ. Food to her is very interesting, often
experimenting with spices to add on certain dishes. It is one thing the
Shinigami does in the comfort of her own free time, as it helps
replenish her energy.

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SHOUTING
She
hates the noise, very much. Except if it is being produced from her own
mouth, it's a good exception. And it's blatantly obvious she isn't the
sort of woman to scream needlessly, and without cause. Emiko hates the
noise very much, especially when she is around crowded areas. Which is
why, when given the option, she'll prefer to sit in more quiet places.

VIOLENCE
There
is disliking something, then there is hating something down to the
bottom of it's core. This woman isn't foolish enough to convince herself
that fighting isn't part of day-to-day life in the times she currently
lives in. She doesn't make it her personal goal to make everything
peaceful, but she does wish that sometimes people wouldn't lift their
blades to speak the words they're not bold, or intelligent enough to
say. And she's learned that from past mistakes. Harm doesn't
particularly bother her when it's directed at herself, but to her
allies. Leave a wound or scratch on their skin, and end up having
something twisted on your body. That is how serious she is with her
enemies, and those who dared hurt those she cares for.

OTHER WOMEN
Don't
her her wrong. Emiko isn't catty enough to hate everything with a
vagina. Even saying she dislikes other women is going a step too far.
This general dislike, is directed at typically younger women. They gave
her the upview that girls who are younger than herself weren't that
matured, and often targeted her out. It wouldn't be lying to say that
she is a woman with looks that most other females desire. And to top it
all off, she's got the fitting personality with a goddess-like aura.
This just strokes at the innermost jealousy of the same sex. Because
Emiko is of a kind nature, targeting her out and giving her the cold
shoulder works quite well. Which means, she is hesitant around most of
her gender, and finds herself to be at the highest point of paranoia at
most times. Though, when she has encountered someone that she can
genuinely trust, and won't stab her back. She'll open up, and allow
herself to get along with them.

STORMS
There
is no particular scarring event that forced her to dislike these things
so much. It's just a case of, that's-that. It was only after her first
trip back into the living world that she discovered this fear. And
again, she contradicts herself in so many ways. For the Zanpaktou she
obtained being a thing of magnetism, containing attributes that shares
similarities to thunder and lightning. But she doesn't fear that.
Perhaps it's because she understands how in control she is over that.
One thing is for sure, nothing is ever clear with this woman.

LATE NIGHTS
This
woman is prone to sleeping in the day, rather than in the night. For
she stays up drinking until the sun is up again before calming down and
getting some rest. Usually she wakes up around late hours if she falls
completely into a deep sleep, but she is assertive and very active when
she hears certain ruckus around. This is with all good reason, (and
explained in more depth in her personality). Emiko suffers from vivid
nightmares of her time in the Rukongai, and sleeping is never peaceful
through the night. Personally, she believes that the darkness and
silence of the night just adds to the intensity of these visions.
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Born
in the most traditional parts of Japan, she was the daughter of a
tradesman and tailoress. To say, there isn't much to know about this
girl; other than it was certain, at the beginning of her life, it was
set out there and then that she wouldn't have it easy. While they both
wished to raise her in a comfortable lifestyle, what she endured
couldn't have been more different to the peaceful life she leads
nowadays. It was all on a miserably hot Summer afternoon when Asahina
Emiko (though known as Suzuki Kanon during her living years) had taken
her first breath in the world, thanks to her loving parents. Unlike most
children. She did not cry, rather she just gazed blankly up at her
parents through big, blue eyes. Sure, she was a little different, but
they never treated her differently because of this. They never abused
her, never had a scolding that went too far, and she was never
neglected. You could say, she had the ideal parents. When trades went
bad for father, he had to work South for a while. Leaving Emiko and her
Mother to tend to themselves during this period of time. And only a week
after his departure, there were sudden changes in their daughter. Her
reduction in appetite was the first thing to be noticed, followed by her
lack of motivation and energy to do the simplest of trivial tasks.
Also, do not forget that in these times, their medical abilities weren't
as flawless as they are nowadays.

As the family doctor's
diagnosis said upon inspection, there was absolutely nothing wrong with
the girl. And led her Mother to take into consideration that the
possibility of her innocent daughter faking these problems, was not
entirely out of the question. She was also convinced it started because
of her father. But just like any child would, she missed her father. It
had been almost six months since she had last seen him; but even out of
desperation, she wouldn't stoop so low in an attempt to get him back
anytime soon. News did eventually reach them that he would return in the
next week, yet Emiko's condition only appeared to be getting worse with
each passing day. Even with his return, she still refused to give up
the act, or that was what they said. What the doctors had manipulated
her mother into believing, she passed these beliefs onto her husband. So
they refused to seek her medical attention, as it would be a waste of
their time and money. And then out of the blue, she started coughing and
coughing. Even to the point where she couldn't catch her breath. Nobody
believed her at first. It was like some twisted plot of “The Boy who
Cried Wolf”, only without all the lies. When they discovered this wasn't
all an act just to receive attention, they ran to her side and held her
tightly in their arms.

For quite a lengthened period of time,
she had to deal with the agony her body was strained under each day, due
to her illnesses. So now she lay, a child of barely ten and knocking on
death's door. And at the very bottom of it, this was all the fault of a
tumor. But they weren't aware of this, and wouldn't be for surely
another century or so to come. So the only logical explanation for this
was that; this happened because of an accident during her childhood.
Emiko had developed what they like to call in the modern world,
selective memory loss -- it was a rare side affect due to a head injury
she supposedly received -- and a form of amnesia. This is what caused
her panic attack, supposedly, she had completely forgotten how to
breathe for a while and her body acted on instinct. Nobody would doubt
this, it was just as good a reason as any for the moment. One night,
when she was supposed to be sleeping. Her pale, glazed over eyes stared
hazily up at the ceiling. That's when she heard it. An argument between
her parents, deciding how they should continue to fight for her
survival, or give up on her there and then.

Emiko never seemed to
be getting any better. Only worse, so it seemed. Everything in her life
was blank, no happy memories, no sad memories, nothing to define what
was right or wrong. All she had now was instinct. Often people worried
about her. About her health. About her future. They often suggested to
her parents that perhaps she would be better off elsewhere. Not the
country life, where if medical attention was needed, it would not be
scarce. By the age of fourteen, her parents had finally listened to what
those around them said. They sent her away, to live with her uncle; a
nobleman who owned a Ryokan (Japanese Inn), in a more rural part of the
city. Emiko could never have that wonderful life again. Not that it
really mattered, or even upset her, she didn't remember any of it. The
Ryokan she now inhabited was a nice place, with nice people, it made a
change of scenery and made an immediate improvement on her health over
the next two years. But she was still in no condition to return to her
parents, not that she would've left willingly.

It was a pampered
style of living. Everything came easily, but well deserved. Rewarded for
all the things she did right, and scolded for all the things she did
wrong. It molded, and shaped her into a fine woman. One that respected
others as well as herself. It was exactly what her uncle desired. You
see, there was one condition in which she would be allowed to live this
life of luxury, one she had not been aware of when she first arrived
here; that was understandable though, considering she was still a little
too young to understand anything of the sort. Now that is just
pointless rambling. While he uncle understood that Emiko was not his
child, he still cared for her like she was his very own daughter. And he
would have her educated in the way of becoming a proper, modest, and
reasonable host, much like himself. He wanted her to be his successor,
the one who would inherit the very Ryokan that she called her home.

Unfortunately,
Emiko never got to do any of these things; she never managed to achieve
any of the goals she wished to. It wasn't anything sudden. After all,
she was living on borrowed time. The fact that she understood, and
accepted that she didn't have a lot of time left was incredible. Not
many people would willingly accept their fate, and would do anything
possible to escape from it. Again. It all started with the sudden
decrease in energy and appetite. This time around, she also had trouble
sleeping. This didn't change her attitude towards the upkeep of the
Ryokan. Emiko participated with everything, helping out where she could.
There was a new goal she was determined to complete. In her death, she
would not allow it to burden anyone else other than herself. They
noticed. They were aware of her weakening state. And they did nothing to
stop it.

It was a comforting thought, knowing that they
respected her wishes. So, the night eventually arrived. Gathering as
much strength as she could, she struggled to make it outside, supporting
herself against one of the many cherry-blossom trees that cluttered the
surrounding area of the Ryokan. Emiko didn't want them to be there. Her
legs started to give out, forcing her to her knees, back flat against
the trunk. Deeply breathing, she willed her weakened arm to move,
lifting up until her fingertips pressed against the front of her head.
Her paled body couldn't stop shaking. There was a pause. And with the
last of her energy, she breathed out a sigh of relief. Hand collapsing
onto her thigh, head rolling forward and hanging. It was then it became
apparent, her heart stopped,Only to be comforted by the warmth of the Shironin, her Fullbring.

RP-Sample:
Typical. The Geisha
expected this place to be full of life, and how correct she was. Though,
it made a drastic change from that of which was outside. Assuming it
would be best to wait for Yuri, the woman decided to trail herself
around to inspect her surrounding area. Everything seemed in order. No
suspicious behavior. The lack of company from her fellow Geisha's left
her a bit exposed, causing her to twist and turn uncomfortably to hide
from the wandering eye of those around her. It worried her to think
about where they possibly could be, and what trouble they may be getting
themselves into. Placing this thought into the endless abyss that made
up her mind, she replaced it with an optimistic view. Yuri could handle
herself. And as of recently. Kanon was perfectly aware of that.

Then
the door of the Inn slid open. Assure of herself, she twisted her
delicate frame to face in that general direction, on full alert. There
she was. But wait. Allowing her eyes to drift to the figure behind Yuri,
she realized that she didn't come here alone. There was a man with her.
Raises her 'brow as if to question whom he was. But that was before it
clicked. Snapping her eyes open, the complexion of her face paled. This
was the daimyo. At a sudden loss of words, she gasped. The surprise,
shock, and a few varied emotions all worn clearly upon her features. At
this moment. Kanon had no idea what was going on. There was no logical
explanation to anything for the time being. Out of all places for such
an important man to be. Why was he here? why was he with Yuri-chan?

Listening
to the conversation that struck up between the two of them. Her jaw
literally dropped. Without so much as a hesitation, Yuri was explaining
to the man why they are here. And what they are searching for. That put
her at an even more loss of words. For being so wise, even stringing a
basic sentence together was nearing the impossible. Then he insulted the
possibilities of Yuri's logic, pointing out that she sounded
undoubtedly crazy. With a spark of anger mustering within, she stepped
forward. Kanon saw nothing crazy, or illogical about what the younger
Geisha had said. If she truly believed this man was the fifth element,
then she was allowed to question him, and follow what her instinct told
her. Though, the woman really doubted that this was him.

Pausing.
Kanon watched the young girl's advancement to grab the males hand. And
everything else just flowed to quickly that she was left in a bigger
state of confusion. Just like that. Both of them had collapsed. Without
so much as a warning, or sign. Trying to gather in the recent actions,
everyone swarmed around them both. Which was completely understandable,
as one of the two whom had collapsed was their daimyo. But they were
barely paying attention to Yuri. And all of that pent-up anger just
released itself. In a desperate attempt to reach her fellow Geisha,
Kanon forced herself through all the people to reach her side.

For
being such a subtle and calm being, she couldn't help but put the blame
on the unconscious man. “What has he done to her?!” As her voice flared
with uncertain anger, many of those who surrounded her stared at her.
Trying to explain to her who this man was; she knew who he was. “─I
don't care who he is! I won't forgive him if he's caused her harm!” Her
voice cracked, shattering into a million pieces as she squeaked. Once
realizing her own faults, the Geisha slowly calmed herself. Her
breathing coming out in long gentle breaths, trying her best to regain
composure. Then another entered the Inn to add to the already
uncomfortable numbers. But it was apparent he was here for the daimyo.

Intently,
she willed herself to listen to the man's commands. Not being able to
trust anyone else to do the job; Kanon wrapped her arms around the
younger girl before bringing herself to her feet. It was a little uneasy
at first, but once she balanced herself out it was no big task to carry
her. This was all such a sudden shock to her. But that didn't stop her
from following the Kojuuro out of the Inn and towards the newly set
destination.


Kangen Jutsu (Fullbring) Information:

Name: Soakduo
Full bring source: A Cobalt jewel shard
Terms of usage: To activate the full bring Emiko merely has to shed a tear on it.
Description: When Emiko's fullbring is activated the shard transforms into a Scythe made entirely of Cobalt jewel. The scythe shatters easily when under the right pressure but when it does shatter it shatters into thousands of pieces, these pieces can be controlled by Emiko's will and they grow tenfold in size. They stick to whoever they touch (even Emiko). Shattering them is easy, but their growth is rapid and they continuously drain their target of Reiatsu while attached to their target.


Techniques: (3 Max, re-use form.)

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It's really well made, buuut, as Ruru mentioned it'll have to be denied until you use the App here. Also i think we need to know the connection due to it being stolen from another user before.