Artist: liltommyj - Song: Modular
Varius could only bemoan his existence on these days, the gentle words of Tsubasa only seeming to add gas to the fire; the fire of self-depreciation. Muffled sobs drifted out from the sheathe where his blade... or face... lied. It was nice to be recognized, but such was the patheticness of the situation. Nothing could cheer him up while he thought about his current state. Still, something akin to gratitide was muttered in a whisper from Varius, quiet but audible, before he returned to his fit of despair. Fantasia seemed entirely oblivious to her companion's distress, focused on the present and her quest. Tragic, really, but to be expected. It was one thing that Varius could take happiness from, having such a determined youth under his care. At least if he could be an extension of her, and pass down his power to her, then he could leave behind a legacy, and that was all that mattered in the end, wasn't it? He derived an ounce of pride from her even though he didn't often show it. You couldn't judge this book by its cover, and he was sure even for someone like Tsubasa, Fantasia would be able to triumph over his expectations.
Fantasia, as intent as she was on the words spoken, did not miss the compliment about her, causing stars to appear in her shimmering azure hues. She was hung up on it, given praise before showing him anything yet, and clearly was happy to receive it. She was quite like dog, and responded favorably to his kind words. ''Arigato! Arigato!''
she exclaimed, bowing her head twice more, one for each thanks, with overenthusiastic fervor. Her blue bangs swished about with the moved and settled unnaturally upon her face, blocking her eyes behind a curtain of her hair. In a curt flash of embarrassment, she puffed hair from her lips to blow the locks out of the way, helping somewhat. It was true for each positive point found in Fantasia, there was another negative counterpart to be found with it. She was valuable gem, but it was difficult to see it behind all the rock and dirt. She was yet to be refined. And not just in the battle sense, but from a mentality sense. Especially the mentality sense.
She'd expected to learn from the Soul Society. Varius had spoken the legends of the Shinigami, and Yoruichi had given her a piece of what to expect from the Gotei. The blond was a big fish in a small pond before, but now was time to move into the ocean; she was just a guppy here. It was excellent, then, that she had already been given the opportunity from a superior to learn 'a few tricks.' such a gracious man, this Tsubasa was, causing the Substitute Shinigami to bow her head several more times in quick succession. ''Arigatoarigatoarigato!''
The words left her mouth without breath or pause, coming out welded together into one solid amalgamation. The gratitude was brimming from every syllable. She didn't even bother to fix her hair this time. ''We do not need to pick and choose our destination. We will abide by the rules and laws of the Soul Society. We will follow the path forward no matter its twists and turns... What matters is that justice is carried out!''
Despite the corny lines that seemed to be ripped straight out of a historical drama, the girl had such a bright honesty about her that it felt just right for her. What mattered was the meaning behind the lines, and that was what Fantasia truly believed in. She was willing to go to and do as the Gotei directed her so long as it meant carrying out her personal justice. Frankly, the fit between her and the Gotei was perfect, as their interests happened to align. Besides... It wasn't like Fantasia knew anything about the various divisions of the organization anyways; she had never stepped foot into this realm until this very day, and she was never taught the intricacies by any of her mentors. It saved her the embarrasment of having to admit she did not know.
If thoughts were visible, then a large yellow exclamation point would have popped out of the girl's blonde little head as a new voice joined the conversation. She always had been poor with her spiritual sense, but it was more her nature of lacking awareness of her surroundings that caused her to notice the new arrival late. It was an early glimpse into her faults, but it would not be the only time it happened, no doubt. This one must have also been a Shinigami judging from the sword on his hip, though his vibe was more muted than Tsubasa's; softer. Fantasia watched as the male joined the group, noticing her but focusing his attention to Tsubasa with a letter to impart to him. Huh, a courier delivering a message, meaning that perhaps the telegraph had not yet been invented in the Soul Society?
Or so Fantasia thought before the very same man withdrew a cell phone from his apparel, blasting her assumption straight out of the water. Fantasia coughed awkwardly, figuring it best not to inquire on the inner workings of the Seireitei just yet.
No matter, as the girl was easily distracted. Her mouth formed an 'oh' shape and her eyes sparkled once more as she witnessed the man's transformation from a samurai warrior into a modern teenager, though she admitted the effect would be much greater if done in the opposite direction. 'So this is the power of the Shinigami. Amazing... We can only swing a big metal weapon around.
She was left stunned in awe for a moment, but she eventually came to in order to answer the question. ''O-Oh. Yes!''
she blurted, before clearing her throat. ''Our name is Fantasia Nevermore, allies to all that is good and just.''
Pridefully, she puffed out her chest to the one who named himself Ikari, clearly thinking her introduction to be cool. It wasn't even an answer to his question, but it was what she'd practiced in front of the mirror, so that's what she went with.''Or was it, 'true and just'?