Compassion moves my heart. [District 80, open. ]

Months had gone by since the armistice of world war four, and Magnolia had returned from the world of the living. Some days were spent on earth, but most days were spent where it all began; the rukongai. Dilapitated houses, and street rats that stole food to eat, a life Magnolia herself would have had to have led if it hadn't been for those who trained her.

It was within these unlawful streets that Magnolia found refuge, and where she had begun the process of allowing her heart to mend, to cast off the many doubts that had plagued her from the war, the pain that came from the many trials she had to undergo, and the nights she woke up from dreams filled with seas of blood.

Even now, she hadn't even the smallest shred of regret for the path she had taken, but she remained haunted by the innocent lives that had suffered directly, or indirectly by her own hand. Thus, seeking redemption, she had come out here, to the desolate fringe of civilization, waging a war against the corrupt and powerful to make it a better place for those who thought of the soul society as a mythical land.

and after a few months it had already begun to show signs of progress, crime had gone down by 25% in the outlands of the eastern ward, which allowed residents to begin to make strides towards rebuilding and bettering themselves.

on this particular day though, she was sitting on the edge a seat at a tea house, talking to the old woman who was brewing tea from a little tea-kettle. The faint smile on her face a fair less guarded one than most individuals in the soul society got to see, after all, here in the squalor, surrounded by peasants and street rats, she felt far more at home than she often did in the marbled, prisitine courtyards of the gotei united.

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The faint smile that previously adorned Magnolia’s face shifted into a slightly ajar mask of surprise. Quite close by, in one of the rural fields that had been left to rot there was a fairly familiar spiritual presence-- one that Magnolia had, honestly, not expected to ever feel this far out in the soul society. While she couldn’t place why, the sentiment of meeting this...particular person in the outlands of the soul society brought nostalgia to her soul. A feeling of familiarity from bygon memories that did not entirely belong to her.

”You might as well go check why she’s here, magpie.”
Raijin rumbled in amusement, feeling the surprise, and confusion that tinged his “kings” mindscape.

Magnolia didn’t deign to respond to her zanpakuto spirits jab, and instead stood up, flashing the old lady that had been brewing tea a gentle, and kind smile, bowing slightly in her direction in a show of respect for the womans advanced, albiet unknown age.

”It was nice catching up with you, I will be back sometime in the upcoming week.”

This elicited a small smile from the diminutive, elderly lady before Magnolia left the tea shop, her form traversing a few hundred meters with each light, airy step; her motions similar to that of a swallow--fleeting and light, but full of power. It’d take her maybe a few breadths to traverse from her current location to the location of the signature she had sensed. With but the faintest cloud of dust, Magnolia’s travel was brought to a controlled halt once she laid eyes upon a familiar, brawny, auburn-haired lass. Ulv Auber.

” Ulv, this is strange even for you, what brings you out here?”

The question was a fairly straightforward once, but the tonation made it clear it was a pleasant surprise, rather than an unpleasant one for the golden haired shinigami.

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