Zaraki Kenpachi

Current Energy: 24

Teachable Skills:

- Swordsmanship

Zaraki Kenpachi has a mastery of swordsmanship best described as 'Prodigal'. Despite being an entirely mundane skill, anyone who inherits it would be easily capable of fighting dozens of combatants at once.

- Hand to Hand Combat

Despite fighting primarily with a sword, Zaraki Kenpachi grew up as nothing more than a grimy street kid. His skills in hand to hand aren't great enough to qualify as a 'power' but do push the peak of what a normal human is capable of.

- Beastly Combat Perception

Taking every opening, every opportunity, without regard for dignity or respect. This skill is practically a Combat Thinker power in an of itself, improving the effectiveness of any other combat skills used in conjunction with it.

Teachable Powers:

- Spiritual Power Usage

The power source for any and all of a Soul Reaper, and therefore, Kenpachi's, supernatural abilities. It's basic use allows one to improve their strength, speed, and durability to Parahuman levels. (Required for Zanpakuto)

This is not the extent of Zaraki Kenpachi's power. But it is the extent of what he can currently teach.

You manage to go the entire day without responding to Daniel Hebert's fervent demands that you present yourself for his inspection. Not because you don't want to but-

'Stay out of this.'

Your Master apparently has her own opinions on the matter and, like many of the things they argued about at the hospital before reconciling in the dingy living room of their home that night, it differed greatly from her fathers.

You can tell that this won't be the end of things. Daniel Hebert had the air of the bulldog around him. An aura of 'refusing to let it go' practically oozed off of him in waves once Taylor had explained what she understood of her power to her Father. Which, amusingly, wasn't all that much. It largely boiled down to 'This guy is my power and also an unkillable badass.'

Well. You added that second part yourself but it was implied.

Now, you find yourself trailing after your Master as she heads towards her bedroom, studiously ignoring you even though your Spirit form is entirely visible to her at all times. She opens the door quickly, shutting it in your face, then immediately collapses into a quivering heap on the floor.

"Oh god. I have- I have powers! I fought the Protectorate! I literally curb-stomped Glory Girl!" She cries out, panic obvious in her tone. Heedless of her surroundings, she continues to rant to herself, curling up in a ball on the floor and leaning her head against the door in clear distress.

"What am I going to do? He barely listens to me! Can I be held accountable for things my Projection does? He's basically his own person so maybe they'll- arrest my power? Christ who's going to believe me!?" She mumbles loudly to herself, her arms tightening around her torso protectively while the rest of her visibly shakes.

"Ok. Ok. I can't be the only person with a power I can't control right? If I go to the Protectorate myself they'll be lenient and I can-" She says, calming down surprisingly quickly for a teenager having a panic attack.

You decide that this is as good a time as any to insert yourself into the conversation since you walked through the nearby wall and are presently sitting on your Master's bed while she talks to herself.

"Hey, relax. Nobodies gonna hurt you all right?" You say, trying for calming and instead, getting a sort of self-assured menace. To your Master's credit, she doesn't grow surprised and then leap away violently or anything. She merely pauses in her monologue for a moment to turn her head woodenly towards you, her pupils contracting slightly before she turns back to examine the door you absolutely didn't bother using.

"Do you have an off button?" She asks immediately once her head swivels back to you, not bothering to rise from her position on the floor.

"Nah. It's me and you till the end Master. I can't really die, being your power and all." You respond pleasantly, then blink and think about it for a moment.

"I mean. If you destroyed me I'd be back in about an hour so I guess if you really wanted to I could go find those guys with the dumb outfits and let 'em wail on me until-"

"No! No fighting! Especially not the Protectorate!" She spits at you instantly, her voice rising precipitously.

"Taylor? Is everything all right?" Her father calls from down the stairs, evidently having heard the yelling.

"Yeah! I was just- I stubbed- Yeah I'm fine." She calls back, quickly cycling through several failed lies before settling on a technical truth.

"...All right. If that man shows up again you call me all right? Or if you need help with anything else, you know I'm right-" Danny yells back, awkwardly choosing to maintain a conversation through the walls of the house.

"Dad! I'm fine! Panacea healed me and everything all right?!" Taylor quickly answers, her hands coming up to cover her face.

"Okay... g'night Little Owl. Love you." Daniel adds before breaking off.

"Night Dad. Love you too..." Taylor whispers, no nearly loud enough to actually be heard.

"Your Dad's all right. Weak as hell, but he's got balls." You put forth the compliment, hoping to curry some favour here since you are - evidently - not in your Master's good books at the moment.

"You- just- okay. Fine. You're my power. My power is apparently being so pathetic I need superpowers to give me an imaginary friend and said imaginary friend is evidently a battle crazy psychopath. Is that about right?" Taylor says bluntly, taking a deep breath and rising from her seated position to sidle around you to the little writing desk in her room.

"Kinda. I ain't exactly like this on purpose ya know." You explain, fighting with your Emulations innate inability to communicate properly in order to get your point across.

"So what, I made you like this?" Your Master asks you incredulously, withdrawing a notebook and quickly scribbling something in it.

"Nah, I'm kinda like... Gah! This is so damn hard!" You blurt in frustration. Sure you have no problem blithely not explaining yourself well when it's to someone else but you feel like your Master deserves a slightly more detailed explanation than that.

"Fine look. Imagine you got a deck of cards. Each card is a guy, right? And they all got their own powers and personalities and crap. When you called me I drew a card and became the guy on it." You say finally, proud of your explanation.

"Can I draw a new... card?" Taylor asks hesitantly, and you get a short burst of embarrassment as she realizes how rude that would sound to anyone but you.

"Nope. Gotta use this guy up first. Also, I dunno if 'Imaginary Friend' is what I'd describe this as." You say gesturing between the two of you with a finger.

"...Oh. Right, sorry." Taylor answers, her face turning carefully blank and her tone flat.

Wait, what? What the hell is this now? Did you do something wrong? Was it because you said you weren't her imaginary friend? Why were human teenagers so god damn hard to understand? Quickly you try to expand on your previous statement.

Taylor stops and stares at you briefly as you explain, her expression flickering from that blank mask of hers to pleasantly surprised to depressed all over again in a heartbeat.

"Master?" You query quietly, frustrated by your own inability to make all of your Master's problems go away.

"It's- it's nothing. I just, I guess I'm just disappointed in myself." She says in a self-deprecating manner that hurts your emulated heart just to witness.

"A-anyway! If this is just a suit you're wearing than what do I call you?" She says quickly, changing the subject before you can put your foot in your mouth any longer.

"Zaraki Kenpachi." You say blankly, not knowing what else to say.

"No that's the uh... Card? The card you drew right? So what do I call you when your not this guy?" Taylor presses.

"...Uh." You grunt unintelligibly. You've... never actually had occasion to think of a name for yourself. You're a copycat by trade, so you never considered having your own name. What the hell are you supposed to say to that? Sure you have your official designation in the Shard Network but that's more like a title than a name...

Hesitantly, you present your chosen name to your Master with as much confidence as you can manage.

"See? Was that so hard?" She says to you, her lips curling up slightly at the edges in a smile.

Oh. You made your Master smile. And it felt... good? You understand intellectually that this is the whole point of your current existence, but you didn't think you would like it so much. Did all humans have this? Was it a positive reinforcement thing or-

"So what else can you do?" Your Master asks, interrupting your train of thought.

Slowly, you smile at her, a much more kind smile than would otherwise be typical of your current emulation.