One Step Forward, Two Steps Back [Junko/Elyss]

Today at 6:10 pm

A Little Lost Lamb

The dim light of the afternoon sun left an unfortunate strain on Junko's eyes, the tiny Shinigami lazed back against the cool stone wall of a local shop in town. Minatumi wasn't exactly her home, especially now that she wouldn't have anything you'd necessarily call a home, nonetheless, she still found herself in the harbor despite the world crumbling around her. She needed a break, especially now that she was without an organization and without a place to exist. Covered from head to toe in bandages, a pair of crutches at her side. Things had truly found their way in a downslide, it seemed.

"Pwoo..."

A hefty and absurd sounding sigh escaped the tiny being, followed by a gruff coughing fit. The invasion on the Gotei had left her tattered, legs barely working, and covered in wounds from left to right. Despite her absolute uselessness as a seated member, Junko couldn't bring herself to be of any use to the higher ups.

Death all across the Seireitei, most by the hands of the very enemies she crossed paths with. Though at the time she hadn't become frozen in fear, thinking back to the moments that passed in the heat of battle left her with a tight chest. The anxiety brought on by the invasion has far from left her, even as the days continue to pass. She wasn't sure where she'd go from here or what she would do, frankly she was struggling to even find a reason to stay in the harbor. With nothing but wandering in her future, what was there to seek? Anything?

"What a waste..."

The soft words were forced, a sense of strain dragging them from the depths of her throat. Junko couldn't accept how little she brought to the table. Both during the invasion and now, was she really a Shinigami? What was there for her to fight for? Junko didn't know, and until she did, she'd be nothing but lost.

A little lost lamb, looking for a herd. Searching for a Shepard to guide her path.

The Crippled Takeuchi