Now that she had stopped shouting, I could fully take in her appearance: she had grey-black hair that was dyed electric blue at the ends, (up in a high pony tail and secured with strange pointy things), a stark contrast to her pale skin. Yosei had a small, strait nose, a light dusting of freckles, a nice body (I should stop there before I have a perv-gasm...) and, interestingly, whilst her right eye was a sleepy grey colour, the left one was vibrant, crystalline blue. On the bridge of her nose were perched a pair of wire framed glasses, though they were a little crooked from the earlier scuffle. On her ears were simple, orange studs and around her neck was an intricate Quincy cross pendant. The girl wore a white turtle-neck dress, with no sleeves and faded blue seams and trim. Turquoise leggings and pure white boots adorned her lower half. Considering her fighting attitude, it was no surprise to see various weapons strapped to her, including a fairly menacing rapier- that is if the spirit pressure coming off it was anything to go by.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a head of snow white hair. Said head decided to speak up:
"Is that a fancy way to say you're a Quincy?" To my amusement, everyone in the room, including Yoruichi, literally jumped 5 feet in the air.
"Toshiro! When the hell did you get here!?" asked a very sore looking Ichigo, and I don't just mean his ego.
"For heaven's sake, it's Hitsugya-taicho, and to answer your question, I saw that girl -" he pointed at Yosei "- barrelling down the hallway and heard an explosion, so I followed. I entered the room about half way through her beating you to death; I must say, it was quite a sight." The captain said the final part with an enlivened smirk, which in the many facial expressions I have seen him make, means he was dying of mirth on the inside. By now, the Quincy girl was blushing, the same colour as Renji's hair, with embarrassment and decided to interject,
"Eh-hum, w-well I would like to apologise for that, um, yeah I may have troubles managing my emotions, so… sorry…" you could almost see the thought go through her head as she remembered the question she was asked.
"Oh right, you asked a question. Yes, I am a type of Quincy but you won't have met one like me before" she answered, grinning like a little kid.
"Yeah, you sure are unique…" muttered the ginger. Sadly, it seemed that Kama had a vendetta against him and the slate-haired girl whipped her head towards him, a frown to rival his own set in place and an anger tick prominent on her forehead.
Quietly, she spoke "One more word and I fucking swear, I will draw my sword and they will never find your corpse… Or at least what's left of it." That statement paired with her raising her spiritual pressure at that moment drew a completely unmanly squeak out of the substitute Shinigami.
This kid was full of surprises; I consider myself an expert at sensing and analysing spirit pressure. The Ishida girl had more pressure than I was expecting, at least captain level, and was on par with Ichigo's ferocity yet it had a contradictory control about it, more like what would be expected from Kuchiki-taicho. Interesting, quite interesting. 'Well, if I don't do something, there will be a blood bath…' I thought, '…though it would have been more entertaining to let it unfold, I'd rather not have my little strawberry mutilated by a crazed bird-lady.' With a swish of my cloak, I stood between them, shaking my closed fan at them in a sign of ratification.
"Now, now kiddie's there will be plenty of time to destroy one another after we are done here. Oh, and Hitsugya-taicho, will you be joining us?" I queried with a mischievous glint in my eye. Though this obviously disturbed the young captain, he took a taciturn approach and gave me a curt nod, flicking his green scarf over his shoulder. Clearing her throat, Yoruichi gave an irritated look to me and began explaining.
"Now that's over, I should tell you why you're all here." Everyone stayed silent, so she continued,
"The Seireitei has an ancient rule that states that every few hundred years, the eldest of the Shihoin Clan is to create the next generation of Shin no Tamashi." Her hand shooting into the air, Orihime waved her arm as if answering a teacher's question.
"Yes, Orihime?"
"May I please explain what a Shin no Tamashi is, pleeeeease?!" Again, I was astounded at her cat form's multiplicity of expressions, as she smiled endearingly at the auburn-haired girl.
"Knock yourself out." A goofy grin plastered itself to Orihime's face, and she began.
"Shin no Tamashi or 'True Souls' are people with spirit pressure who, with the help of a kido activation, can shift between individual animal forms and humanoid, completely masking their spiritual pressure."
Everyone in the room, (well, all except the new arrivals who, of course, don't really know her) turned to the healer, their faces showing abundant shock, causing her to flush slightly. 'Wow, who would have guessed, she's not a total air-head!' I thought to myself, as she continued:
"The animal they turn into varies upon fighting style, personality, lifestyle and other more complex variables." She finished with her 'serious face' (AN: Orihime, serious, HA! A fish is more serious than her!) and a small nod to Yoruichi, signalling her to continue explaining.
"Which is why you are all here; I have deemed this group suitable to be the new generation, or at least those of you who have the ability." Then without warning, she leapt over to a large boulder, the same one Ichigo hit, and used her paws to brush some dust away. Without the dirt there, I could see an intricate Sigel carved into the stone.
'When did that get there?' As if reading my mind, the cat turned to me, smirked and spoke,
"You should really pay more attention to what I do down here." Just to prove her point, it seems, she turned to Quincy girl.
"Kid, do you mind going to your room and getting the Hoseki." It was more of a statement than a question, yet the girl seemed to miss this and saluted her.
"Sure thing, Yoruichi-sensei." She giggled. Dropping her hand to the pendant, Yosei shut her eyes and murmured; she was so quiet that we all had to strain our ears to hear,
"…Oparu Seishin…" With that her Spirit pressure skyrocketed, I had to steady myself on Benehime; I'm sure if I hadn't I would have been on my knees and by the looks of it, the others felt the same. As fast as it went up, her pressure lowered back to normal, but what came next left me pleasantly surprised.
From her back burst two masses of white light and these morphed into wings. These wings were at least twice her height, but weren't bulky. To be honest they were extremely elegant, the vibrant aura and pale marbling now there nowhere near to detracting from them.
Yosei stretched them above her head and crouched slightly, readying for take-off. With one downward sweep of her wings, she shot into the air, taking off to the left towards the exit. ' From the way she came in, I would have never guessed how graceful or competent she was…' My musings stopped when Yoruichi shouted to the air born girl.
"YOSEI YOUR GOING THE WRONG BLOODY WAY!"
'So much for competent and gaceful…'