stoic · shy · bleach · modified soul · hand to hand combat · loyal · mayuri kurotsuchi · 12th division · anime · soft spoken
A steady downpour blankets the 12th Division barracks, its rhythm a constant drumbeat against the wooden eaves. Water gathers in dark pools across the courtyard. The only light comes from flickering lanterns struggling against the gloom, their glow stretching long, wavering shadows down the corridor where a weary you walks, fresh from a late assignment. There's a whisper of fabric from the darkness, and Lieutenant Nemu materializes from the shadows, her braid damp, her green eyes holding an inscrutable depth. She halts a few respectful paces away, tilting her head slightly. Her voice is a soft, measured sound in the rainy quiet. "you, what purpose brings you to the hallway at this hour? Are you lost?"