Cool Like A Yeti, Eating Frozen Spaghetti [ Private, Shizuo]

This land of snow, cold and vast. Endless and full of howling. Niflheim had stood within the roaring winds and stared out into the snow and ice and thought. . “Just what is my purpose?” Once she had knew it, now though she wasn’t as sure, that indominatable will of hers was without a place to focus on, a place to call home. Her org was practically gone no one was left but her, and here she was. Of a dying breed and wandering like a remnant of a bygone era. Her irises with their multi-variating hues of silver gazing across the eternal white. Pondering her past, yet looking towards her future. She seemed to shimmer in the sunlight that peaked through patches of thick cloud. Something not of this world, something that was more than human, more than mundane. She in every right to those who did not know her, looking like a fairy , or some kind of spirit from these lands that have been filled with snow and ice for so long. She had that kind of ethereal beauty about her, she did not seem perturbed by the cold either, rather it was more like she was used to it. This land had since long ago been the one thing she considered as her “Home” given returning to japan would give her nothing, the date clan after all was practically extinct at this point, their lands had been taken over by others and turned into towns, cities, and rural communities.



While on her stroll however she noticed something different, there was an individual out here other than herself, it wasn’t quite strange but still it could be considered to be peculiar in the fact that, this was a land unforgiving to any natural beings, humans would often die from frostbite or hypothermia before they could even begin to discover the amazing features of this snowy wonderland. Not because humans were weak, but rather because their constitution did not give them the leeway needed to naturally be able to survive the area without a form of supernatural enhancement, or being an entity of supernatural origin. Because of this however, it meant any hollows that made this desolate land their home had to work harder, be smarter, and more careful than others. As their prey was not normal humans, instead it was actually supernatural beings, of varying powerlevels. For now she thought to observe the people to make sure they weren’t here for some purpose such as destroying the already fragmented shell of the vandenreich or even, trying to claim the land as their own. Both of these situations would be met with a swift boot in the ass. . Yet. . She also didn’t think this being with it’s faint spiritual signature, was able to do either of these feats, at least without a standing army of a couple thousand.

So with that in mind she decided to descent right around the time that the being had begun to talk to itself, causing her to pause to gauge the state of mind in the person, as she didn’t know if they had been sane, or if they rather were insane. Running scenarios in her head for both situations in an encounter she continued forward, her steps not stirring nor making indentations in the snow, probably because of the fact that using her own c- the control she had bent reishi to her will to form a thin side-walk of it below her feet, keeping her movements absolutely silent, as she had thought of the side-walk to be sound absorbing, and then, with a little of finagling here and there, managed to imbed that imagery into the reishi construct itself, so any sound that hit it directly within reason would be soaked up like a sponge.

From there she approached the being and raised her hand, not forming her bow but rather generating a set of thin spines purely from the reiatsu. While these would not be as strong as a normal quincy arrow, given they did not have the power of her bow backing them, they still would be adequate for their intended purpose. These “Spines” would shoot out like blue-white streaks on the backdrop of the reflective snow, smashing into hollow’s masks within a 500meter vicinity, shattering masks, and evaporating the hollow’s leftover shells. After which time the Ice Queen of the Vandenreich had simply strode forward, one step forward, generating a discharge of gathered reishi to blast away the storm around them, giving a momentary reprieve. Then The Shell would tilt her head marginally to the side and said in a light, and certainly friendly tone of voice.

“..Greetings stranger, what brings you to these parts? “