Strings of the Method [Open, Masa]

Her steps walked on the earth, her eyes closed. The high noon sun was shining down, not a cloud in the sky above this area. This was the Wastelands; where anything and everything could be tested, without an issue of damnation. Charred, burned earth held the bones of many; and the entire area in itself was dangerous due to the lack of water and shade to hide from the heat. There was no forgiveness in these lands; there was no pity, no kindness, just harshness. How had the girl managed to remain here thus far? She had not taken a single chance; the ethereality of her apperance, pale white skin and straight midnight hair, made her look like a doll. Her energy signature? It felt strange; it was human, but it held something more. Anyone with half a sensing ability would sense that something was inherantly wrong with this girl. Her pale white skin was smooth looking, and her orbs were of crimson red, colours of the deep that startled many when stared into. The speckled apperance of dried but flowing blood was a startling concept, as her steps were light on the area. In fact, she had sensed a spirit signature not far from here; the girl, letting her long black school skirt float in the wind, adjusted her red tie. She was wearing a school uniform, but it did not mean she was weak; many would think of her energy pressure was weak, but did it matter? Pure strength in energy power was not necessarily a winning factor; her mind was far advanced, and her soul was reaching to the very extent of the world. In fact, few would ever understand exactly what the girl could do, as it was very difficult to understand in concept. That was her power; the ability that few could ever regard.

Her steps stopped; the prescence was here. Her face lifted to the sky, her face impassive, as she then simply jumped off the cliff; landing at it's bottom, she wasn't too far now. The girl stopped however; the mixing of a hollow came to her regard. Would that be interesting? She looked like a simple human girl, but yet.. there was something overwhelmingly scary about her. The depths of her eyes seemed to reflect the cosmos, and a wisdom that no child of her age should have; her short 4'6 stature was almost counter productive, as she let out a sigh. She was a strange one, many would admit that in a heart beat, as her eyes scanned the area. A shape should bear itself soon; if she remembered right, the energy pressure had been Shinigami in nature. Perhaps Vizard, but she had been too far to actually tell the difference. However, if it was a Shinigami of any sort, it would probably travel to the Hollow signature; and that's where Shisome was headed. After all, she had to test her powers; the more opponents, the better. She had learned a great deal about her abilities, and even her powers were starting to pressurize her innards. But did it matter? She would begin her way of testing it soon enough. She just hoped that whomever was going to face her, would be careful. For Shisome would go for any more data she could assimilate ; and only when things got rough, would she then cut her losses and run. But then again, on the flip side of the coin, she may actually win. That was not a discounted possibility.

But only the following events would show what would transpire.

Opponents. Targets. She hated taking the offensive, but the girl had to, for the sake of this experiment. Rather, she would have liked that they had attacked her instead, so that she had no bearing on their own psyche, and could defend herself without any worries. But, she knew that, from the nature of the signatures, that these Shinigami would not end up fighting her; no matter how lightly strange and off her aura was, Shinigami would not attack something first. That meant, she had to take the first move; but did that matter? The girl let out a light breath, even as steps came into her hearing; and then nothing. But she knew something else; there was other things going on as well. So.. perhaps she would get her wish of something, or someone attacking her first. Slowly, she schooled her features into something she could understand; the feelings that had been lingering in the back of her mind for a while. Her fingers touched the air, and she let out a light smile. But the smile held no kindness, only darkness, as she heard the crash of someone landing. That person was not too far away, but before the girl could even approach it? Someone else was coming towards her. And then there was a presence behind her; no person would choose to go behind a person if they had benign intentions. The girl understood immediately, from the sound of a shifting sheath, that she was being threatened. She had to get out of this situation, or even lead this one away, for the sake of herself.

Shisome was not selfish; but this was getting dangerous not only to her well-being, but those around her. That was when the doll like girl would take consideration; therefore, as much as it was hateful, she would have to goad these two into attacking her. So the girl didn't bother to answer the male's question; although she could have done so easily, she let her answers speak through actions rather then words that would get discarded. The girl would begin to run forward, her legs pushed her along the ground in her determination, her steps suddenly moving towards the area she had heard the crashes from. If there was another there, she could begin the clash; she had no doubt that the other would be faster regularly then she would, but she had several methods to escape if needed. Her long black hair flickered in the light, as she saw a small crater, and someone inside it; now who it was, or what she would have to do, the girl had no idea. But there was no time to waste, as her fingers twitched. She was here, so now was the next step right? The girl would hope that the male believed she was heading towards something to protect her, as she would change her course. But she would try to run near the other male, even as her crimson eyes flashed with something akin to hatred; and thus, she let her energy leak out, similar to that of a hollow's now, probably sending alarm bells off in the minds of those Shinigami. That was the first step; she was going to draw them in.

But that was just the first of many things.