A Wandering Soul [Multicross OC] [Currently in: RWBY]

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There are several stories where the hero is created with a template of abilities from some godlike being. These heroes are given a task and sent into worlds to see it through.
What happens to the templates that break? Where the hero has no purpose other than to see if it could be done?
Follow Alexandria Cross in an adventure across the mulitverse as she tries to find purpose to her existence.
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Obvious disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or settings, they belong to their respective creators

AN: This is my first story that I have ever bothered to post. Lets get this show on the road!

Prologue



You can only stare out into endless grey mist for a short time before getting absolutely bored. And that's what I was. Bored. Any direction I turned was the same featureless mist, even looking down my body was just a slightly darker grey mist blob.

I feel like that should be concerning. But it's not, its like there is the knowledge that being alone and barely able to move should be causing me to freak out. But I just don't have the motivation to act on that knowledge.

"I wonder if this is purgatory? Can't be Hell, not nearly enough fire for that."

"Oh, this version actually works enough to speak? That's surprising . . . I was expecting to have to start over again."

Well, omnidirectional voices from the mist. That can't possibly be a bad thing.

"Uh, yes? I can speak? Who are you and where am I?"

"Hmm knowledge implant seems so have failed somewhat, you should have known that already. Though in a way it's surprising you can speak at all, oh well.

First, I am what you would call a higher dimensional being. You wouldn't even begin to be able to pronounce my name so I won't bother with that, I guess you could call me R.O.B. even if its not entirely accurate as there is nothing random about you being here."


That phantom feeling of something being very wrong is back. Can I go back to being bored? I think I liked being bored much better than this.

"As for where you are, you are near the edge of the East Dimensional Sea and the Ether Plains. Nice vacation spot overall. Though the restaurants could be better. More specifically you are in a soul jar, so the higher dimensional energies don't pop you like a soap bubble. Not that that will mean anything to you in a bit, and you won't be staying long."

"Right, um, okay then, I guess you could just send me home and I'll leave yo-""Hmm that implant really failed huh? You really don't have a home to go back to. You were made here."

". . . What? What do you mean made?! I definitely came from somewhere else and didn't look like a grey mist person!"

"Okay, from the top then. The first thing you should understand is that I work as a cleaner for this area of the Dimensional Sea. My job is to send out Avatars to clean up individual dimensions and stop them from deteriorating and ruining the view. . .freaking tourists have no respect and just dump crap wherever they feel like. . . and you, are an Avatar. Well more of a template really. A mix of a personality soul copied from someone from a lower dimension and ability souls that when combined are greater than the individual souls. In theory anyway, some combinations tend to fragment the resulting Avatar soul.

Which is why you are in a soul jar. I was waiting to see if mixing 7 souls was possible, I mean the theory is sound, one main soul with six supporting but I didn't account for incompatibility between a few of the non-human souls and then there is the . . ."



As R.O.B. started rambling about the intricacies of soul mixing, I could only blankly listen while trying to process the cosmos shattering details that had been dumped on my head and attempt to understand why I was here.

One, I was not the person I vaguely recalled in my memories. I was in fact a copy that had been spliced together with other copies to create the equivalent of chlorine for a vacation spot.

. . . I am really glad that since I'm apparently just a soul at the moment emotions are more of a side note in my mind than something I experience. Pretty sure I would go insane otherwise.

Two, R.O.B. was trying something new when he made my template. He wanted to use seven non-identical souls when creating an avatar, and it worked! . . .kinda.

So apparently my personality soul mixed fine with four of the souls since they were similar enough to support each other, but when he added the last two they fragmented so badly the resulting mess was barely stable.

I am now the equivalent of a software developer randomly combining several random blocks of code from different sources and being pleasantly surprised when the whole thing runs with no errors.

Definitely not happy about that.

Third, now that I'm mostly stable, I really don't like that that needs a qualifier, R.O.B. will just modify the knowledge implant I was already supposed to have and upload both that and me to my new body.

"I just have to ask, why do you think I'm going to listen to you and clean up some dimensional mess? I mean wouldn't it be easier for you to do it yourself than sending uncooperative experiments that really want to not do things for the random entity that nearly killed them before they were aware?"

"Good to see that your personality came out unchanged." Does that mean there is more me's running around? I guess reusing a personality template makes sense rather than making a new one every time. "Simply put, I don't care what you do. Since you are a test model, I talk to you to get an idea of how well the Soul Splice worked then use that to make a production model. Those Avatars either have a personality that will fall in line with what we want them to do naturally or have a mission given to them from a lower dimensional entity. So you get to go into the sea, and will settle where your soul finds the biggest resonance in the area you were inserted."

"As for why we can't directly fix an individual dimension, it's simple. We are too big. If we even attempted to enter a lower dimension it would explode. Which would make the nearby dimensions explode, very much like nuclear fission. So Avatars it is! Much easier for us too!"


That makes a disturbing amount of sense. And I'm sure everyone in those dimensions likes being un-exploded so I guess no complaining about the cleanup services?

"So you mentioned ability souls? Am I going to have to worry about being overwritten or something?" If I'm at the mercy of some being I can't comprehend and can play with the very structure of my soul, I should at least find out what the hell I have to look out for while I can.

"Nah, nothing like that. Ability souls come in two flavors, talent and archive. They don't actually have the capacity for thought, which is why we can combine so many, otherwise the emergent personalities would cause the whole soul to go insane."

"So you did that before." I deadpanned.

"Couple times, works out the same almost every time."

Wow no hesitation. It's a good thing I'm getting tossed out before he decides to vivisect my soul or something to find out what he did wrong. Guess I should at least know what I can look forward to by being a spiritual Frankenstien's monster.

"So what ability souls do I have?"

"Right, guess you would want to know that, huh? Just give me a sec to grab my test notes and... here take a look."

With that the grey mist seemed to twist in front of me. Condensing and flattening out, sections growing deeper grey until a series of panels hovered in front of me. An experimental swipe of my arm allowed me to move them aside. I shifted between a few of them looking at figures and notes without really understanding anything written on them, until I found one sheet that seemed to be an overview about the experiment that resulted in… well me.


7 Soul Avatar Experiment #29872
Soul Splice experiment to combine (1) personality soul with (4) Talent Souls and (2) Archive Souls.

-WARNING-
Soul fragmentation chance 86%
Soul Instability chance 97%

  • Personality Soul (Alexandria Cross) -INTEGRATION RATE 100%-
  • Ability Soul (Talent: Archer:EMIYA) -INTEGRATION RATE 85%-
    Subject EMIYA - Combat oriented Talent soul focusing on flexibility. Variable engagement range available. Combines well with weapon oriented combat styles and most magic systems.
    • Servant Body
    • Astralized Body
    • Projection
    • Reinforcement
    • Unlimited Blade Works
  • Ability Soul (Archive: Rin Tohsaka) -INTEGRATION RATE 77%-
    Subject Tohsaka - Energy manipulation oriented Archive soul focusing on mental spellcasting.
    • Knowledge of FATE magic system
    • Knowledge of Elemental manipulation
    • Knowledge of Item Enchantment
    • Knowledge of Summoning
  • Ability Soul (Archive: Lina Testarossa) -INTEGRATION RATE 63%-
    Subject Testarossa - Mundane/Magical Technological oriented Archive soul focusing on Engineering
    • Knowledge of MGLN magic system
    • Knowledge of magitech engineering
    • Knowledge of mundane engineering
    • Knowledge of dimensional navigation
  • Ability Soul (Talent: Nanoha Takamachi) -INTEGRATION RATE 81%-
    Subject Takamachi - Combat oriented Talent soul focusing on long range engagement and heavy defence. Heavily dependent on equipment to perform at peak levels.
    • Force-field Projection
    • Bombardment Class Combat Style
    • Long Range Detection and Monitoring
    • Energy Manipulation Spell Modification
  • Ability Soul (Talent: [ERROR-REDACTED]) -INTEGRATION RATE 11%-
    Subject Soul has fragmented. Current attempt of further integration will cause soul to shatter.
  • Ability Soul (Talent: [ERROR-REDACTED]) -INTEGRATION RATE 15%-
    Subject Soul has fragmented. Current attempt of further integration will cause soul to shatter.
Initial Conclusion: Extreme differences between Soul types caused Avatar soul to degrade. Potential to stabilize, however Template Avatar is unlikely to possess minimum required mental abilities.

Final Conclusion: Template Soul was able to stabilize in soul jar conditions, mental abilities are present but spotty from what should have been implanted. Special care conditions make method for mass creation unsuitable.

Result: Failure

Disposal: Template Avatar released into Dimensional Sea.



I looked over the page, barely absorbing the info through the confusion now running rampant through my mind. Seeing fictional characters listed wasn't all that surprising, I was flat out told there was a sea of dimensions obviously some fictional characters existed in a few of them. What was surprising was that some of the notes were redacted. R.O.B. said these were his notes, why would any of them be redacted?


"It's cause even though you stabilized, you still aren't fully integrated." R.O.B. explained when I brought up that him. "The more you as the core of the soul mix, know about the pieces the closer they come to fully merging with you. But right now your soul is barely holding itself together, so I blocked that info until you integrate more of the other pieces. When you integrate enough the other abilities should develop naturally. Probably. Well even if they don't you get to live so, don't worry about it."

I have a feeling i'm going to worry about that a lot.

"Welp, your body is done. Time to put you together and off your new home!"

"WAIT! I still have ques-" There is a massive sucking force all around me, followed by a pressure. Everything flashes white and then I'm gone

-o-

"-tions!" In an instant I am no longer standing in the grey mist but on a riverbank with a nice looking town in the distance with clear blue skies overhead.

I get all of maybe five seconds to take in my new surroundings before a white hot poker slams into my brain, and I am overwhelmed.

Information flashes through my mind, seemingly trying to burn its place into my new brain. Numbers, equations, movements, theories, images all in a jumbled mess go through my head with no coherency or order. In the distance, I hear someone screaming, and wish that they would stop. They aren't helping me deal with a liquefying brain that may or may not be dripping out my ears by now.

An eternity later, the flow of information stops and the inferno raging in my skull drops to a mere skull splitting headache. Tentatively I open one eye, wincing at the now soft light of the moon hanging in the sky.

Picking myself up off the ground, I took the chance to take in my surroundings in detail. Not that there was much to take in from where I currently stood. A grassy river bank, with a steep sloped hill close by and streetlights suggesting a road at the top. So with no one around and nothing to give me a clue as to where I was, I tried remembering what R.O.B. said would happen to me when I was released.

Wait. He said I would drift to where my soul resonated the most, and from the notes page I had looked at, 3 of those souls I knew came from Japan. So I might have planet, country and location figured out if I'm lucky. And from what I remember the MGLN universe was actually pretty okay between disasters.

Though if I got the FATE universe, or nasuverse. I was fucked. Just the Reality Marble that made up the UBW would be enough for mages to hunt me down for either a chance to study me or give me a sealing designation, and that didn't even bring into account of what they might do if it came to light that I was a mix of several different souls.

As panic started to seep into my already overburdened mind, my vision started to have black creep in around the edges. I'm actually a little impressed that I was still conscious, between all the shocks today and rediscovering emotions, you would think that would be enough for a fainting spell.

"HEEY!" Glancing up to the top of the hill, I saw a man in a suit calling down to me. "You done freaking out yet? Cause listening to you scream for hours was not how I wanted to spend my day!"

Oh, that screaming earlier was me. Oops I guess? Not like I was really in control of myself. Still, maybe should reassure the guy that I'm not completely crazy before he calls the authorities, if he hasn't already. Though he said hours, would it take hours for someone to respond to someone screaming nonstop?

"I-" Immediately I was launched into a coughing fit as my poor abused vocal chords made their opinion of my use of them very clear. Flecks of moisture hitting my palm as I covered my mouth to stop my lungs from vacating my body in protest.

"You okay down there?" The man called out from above. I gave him a shaky thumbs-up so it was obvious to him that I was the very picture of health and wellbeing.

"I'm going to come down now, so please don't die or attack me!" Seems that this guy thought that the person screaming for apparently hours and then coughing up a lung might be a bit unhinged. How rude.

While I hunched over trying to get myself back under control, I saw the man's shoes enter the edge of my vision and feeling self conscious I stood up straight and got my first look at him.

A shorter Asian man in a business suit stood in front of me. Worry etched into his features. Probably worry for me, one way or the other. I swallowed, my ruined throat doing its best impression of razor wire.

"Where-" I rasped, and immediately broke down coughing again. Feeling more moisture hit my palm I glanced at it and realised it was blood. I would not be making any speeches for a bit so best to keep things short.

"Where… am… I?"

"Oh my. You don't know where you are? Do you have amnesia? Was that why you were screaming, cause you don't remember anything about yourself and were overcome by the mystery of it all?! Oh this is bad, I don't know what to do for amnesia, this is so outside of my abilities, what should I do?"

The more the man talked the more agitated he seemed to get. He kept rambling on in an increasingly animated way, describing ways that we might be able to cure my amnesia that ranged from somewhat sensible to absolutely insane. As a plus, his agitation over my imaginary amnesia allowed me to calm down. The black fading from my vision and my thoughts clearing from the amusing sight before me. But still I'm not getting answers so I should end this.

Clapping my hands loudly in front of him I was able to stop the onslaught of words. "No… amnesia… Where...am I?" The noise startled him, and he slowly broke out into a sheepish smile.

"Right, um, sorry. I can get a little excitable." No kidding. I think if he got any more wound up we could use him as a generator. "Hmhmm, well since you don't have amnesia then you clearly know you are in Japan." I didn't but its nice that my guess was correct. "And you are currently on the outskirts of the lovely Karakura Town. Only a few miles from it actually, down this way-"

I ignored the rest of what he was saying as my mind blanked out.


Karakura Town.


The hometown of Ichigo Kurosaki.

I wasn't in the FATE or the MGLN universes.


I was in Bleach.


Seeming to notice that I was no longer listening to him, suit man turned to look at me. He tried to say something but I couldn't hear the words even though I saw his mouth moving. As he shifted, his jacket opened up and I saw a metal plate with a broken chain attached to his chest.

I was in Bleach, and I was talking to a dead man. This was so much goddamn worse than FATE I blearily thought as black seemed to swallow up my vision.


...Yeah this seems like a good time to go to sleep.


And finally I fell over and passed out.

[END Prologue]
 
Spirit 1.1
Spirit 1.1

Consciousness was a state of being that I reluctantly accepted. My head pounded in a thunderous drumbeat, and my throat still burned from the abuse done to it earlier. Still, nothing else seemed to be wrong and I felt significantly calmer than earlier even if I didn't want to accept I was in a world of cannibal murder ghosts and scheming masterminds. Maybe if I just lay here, it will all go away?

No, going by my life so far I'm going to be stuck here. Best get up and deal. I need to find out when I am in the timeline I remember and see if it's possible to get out of this world. One of my archive souls has Dimensional Navigation,right? I should be able to skip out and go elsewhere if I can figure a way out into the Dimensional Sea again.

Grudgingly opening my eyes I see the suit from earlier leaning over me with his eyes closed and lips pursed getting closer to my face. Instinct kicking in, I punch him in the face, grabbing his arm as he recoils. I quickly pull his arm off to the side forcing him face down into the ground as I use the momentum to launch onto his back, pulling his arm again and locking him in place.

"Wait! Waitwaitwaitwait! I was just worried about you I swear! We were talking and, well I was talking you were just kinda listening cause your voice was all messed up, and then I was explaining where we were! But you got really pale and started breathing really fast! Then you fell over and I didn't know what to do! I tried shaking you awake but I'm not a doctor or anything and the internet says you shouldn't shake people cause they might have spine injuries, but I don't know if that counts when you're dead, but I didn't know what else to do so I thought to try CPR and then you woke up! I wasn't trying anything indecent I swear please don't kill me!"

I blinked. That… was an impressive amount of words rambled off that quickly and now that I wasn't dealing with a surprise kissy face I realized I might have overreacted a tiny bit. Still, I'm going to take advantage of the situation and find out more before I plan my next steps.

Settling my breathing, I try slipping into a calm reasonable tone while loosening my hold on his arm so its no longer painful, but not enough that he can throw me off. "I'm sorr-" Gah! I break off in another fit of coughing. My voice sounding like I tried to deepthroat a chainsaw. "Sorry, I… overreacted when… I saw… you." My throat protested each word, but at least I could talk if I took it slow.

"Okay, perfectly understandable for a girl in your position! Um.. If it isn't too much trouble though could you let me go? Not that I don't think you're pretty but this is moving kinda fast and my mom always said that you need to take a girl out before you get physical with them and not to mention you seem kinda… young?...for me? Not that there's anything wrong with you liking older men, but maybe we can just be friends from now on?" He said earnestly.

Aaaand cue mental lockup. What? He thought I was making a move on him? I would accept it if he was commenting on my overreaction, but he seemed serious about everything he said! And young? This guy looked like he was no older than thirty, how old did I look now? Taking a deep breath I forced the last few seconds out of my mind and turned my attention back to what I was starting to assume was a masochist.

"Ignoring that. Let's start over. Who are you?"

"Oh! Right introductions, of course! I'm Tite Kubo, I was an administrative assistant for an insurance firm and was walking home one day when I was grabbed by this guy by that road over there." He points up to the top of the hill where I first saw him. "I thought the worst would be if it was some sort of mugging cause that's what normally happens when a guy grabs you, right? But he was all twitchy and saying that the dark gods needed more sacrifices, I don't know about gods or whatever but he stabbed me and ran off saying my soul would feed the dark ones. Crazy right?"I opened my mouth to cut him off but he just kept rambling on. "I actually think that he might be the murderer who was in the area a few years ago. But you might not know about that, would you? Well there is one, a murderer that is, killing people all over town and no one can find any clues of him. The police said so when they found my body, it was similar to the Kurosaki murder but not the same cause they said the weapon was different, but that makes sense right? Having different tools over the years? My mom always said you need to keep updating things or you will fall behind on the times!"

Well that was far more than I wanted to know. I was only looking for a name for crying out loud! But he said something about the Kurosaki murder. That means Ichigo's mom was already killed. Sorry Ichigo, couldn't save your mom as my act of good before I find my way out of here, but it is a good way to find out where I am in the timeline.

"Kurosaki. When?" I rasped out.

"Oh, it was a few years ago, maybe around five or so? It happened right here too! Terrible shame." Tite continued to talk, but I heard what I wanted. If I remember right Ichigo was nine when his mom died and fifteen at the start of canon. So I should have maybe a year before things kick off around here. Not a huge amount of time to figure out my abilities, but short enough that I might be able to dodge getting dragged in to the issues of ghost samurai.

Releasing Tite, I started walking up the slope to the road ignoring his protests. I was going to need to find shelter soon, and I'm sure a pair of former captains made sure any anomalies in the area were investigated and either encouraged to go elsewhere, or more likely, removed depending on what they were. I didn't think they would kill me on sight but I also don't want to get involved so them finding me would be bad. Reaching the top of the hill I glanced around for a clue on which direction might have a suitable shelter for a girl with no identification and no money. Two problems that would really limit my options. But finding the fastest way to town should be step one. Finding a place to hide should be step two. And from there I could plan how to get out of this place.

Spotting a jogger heading towards me, I raised one hand to flag them down and quickly approached. "Hey, could yo-" While I could understand a reaction to the mess that was my voice, the jogger gave no sign of hearing me at all and continued on their way without giving me the impression they noticed me at all. Leaving me stunned with my hand in the air as they continued on their way.

I had assumed that seeing spirits was a result of my EMIYA soul given that Servants could detect each other even astrialized, but that seemed to be something they needed to consciously do, not their default state. Tite walked back up beside me and started talking, but I was focused on how limiting only being able to interact with spiritually aware people would be for me.

As I pondered what the hell I was supposed to do now I realized that Tite had stopped talking at me and was just silently watching. The somber look of concern on his face such a difference from his normal puppy-like personality made me self conscious he had asked me something and I was silent enough to actually make him worried.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

He gave me a searching look that made him completely different than the rambling goofball that somehow took a submission hold as a romantic advance. "Was that your first then?" He asked softly.

"First what?"

If anything that just made him look sadder. "First time you met one of the living? It's hard, knowing you don't exist to them anymore. But Mom always said that things will get better! So cheer up, and don't let something like death bring you down!" Tite visibly brightens as he finishes his little pep talk. It actually wasn't a bad speech, I kind of feel bad that I'm not feeling bad about dying, cause I'm pretty sure I never died in the first place.

Oh well, the thought is what counts. "Thanks you. I won't" I really hope my throat heals quickly. Talking like I tried to gargle glass is annoying.

Still I need to find a place to bunker down and start planning my next move. I need to figure out somewhere I can hide from the Urahara bunch, escape notice from any wandering Hollows, and ideally has room for me to practice in that order. Not sure how feasible any of that actually is, but a girl can dream, right?

Turning to Tite, I ask "Which way to town?"

"Oh, just follow this road and it will take you past the outskirts, then once you get there it's really just any direction to the more marketable areas. Karakura is a really nice town, and you shouldn't let something like dying here ruin the experience! In fact, now you can do all these things for free, too! Like going to watch the sports team, or watching a movie, or or - !" He exclaims happily. Guess he is back to normal. Good for him.

Facing the road, I look over my shoulder back at Tite. "Coming with?" I ask. For all that he talks about nothing, he is a local source of information. And he seems nice enough that I wouldn't mind helping him find the current Soul Reaper to help move on as repayment for the info he gave me. Just as long as I can stay hidden.

Again, Tite goes quiet and gives me a soft smile, "I would like to go with you, you seem really nice when you aren't screaming for hours," Yeah, well, I didn't want to do that either, maybe I shouldn't bring him with, "But my mom still comes by to where I died to tell me about her day. I want to watch over her even if there is nothing I can do but listen." Dammit now I feel like an ass. Maybe I can find some other way to bring him to the Soul Reaper's attention. Don't want him eaten or left to hollowfy after all this. Enough delaying then, time to get a move on.

"Thanks again, bye." I start walking towards town, waving as I go.

As I walk, my mind whirls with what I know about what is coming. I just need some time to take stock and plan for the future. A smile creeps onto my face as I remember Tite's little speech. Yeah I won't let something like death get me down, cause after all everyone knows you don't fear the Reaper.

[END Chapter 1]
 
Spirit 1.2
Spirit 1.2


Walking down the road, I had the chance to take stock for the first time without distractions.


I knew any plans I made right now would be useless if I didn't have the ability to actually pull them off. So as I walked I decided to start playing with my abilities.


Focusing, I tried projecting a simple knife into my hand. I 'felt' an energy move towards my hand and begin creating the projection. Instinctively I called up the materials, structure, manufacturing method, and aging process in a second and felt the knife solidify in my hand. My heart leapt at the sight, only to plummet when a few seconds later when the knife shattered into fractals of light.


Interestingly, I knew where I had messed up. I failed to properly anchor the image of the knife to the mana structure I created, causing the knife to shatter when the projection became solid. In fact I even had some ideas on how to do it better the next time I tried, but the main thing to take away from this experiment was upsetting. I didn't have anywhere close to the same amount of skill using the skills that I had inherited.


Not that I wasn't expecting that. I didn't think I would be throwing Noble Phantasms around right out of the gate. But I thought basic normal weapons would be fairly easy! Maybe trying something simpler and more direct would be easier?


Gathering the energy I felt earlier, I tried to form a 'bullet' in the palm of my hand.


Soft golden light collected in a floating orb a few inches above my hand, before scattering as my focus wavered. Again I had the feeling of knowing what went wrong. The compression of mana was not enough to overcome the natural scattering effect of the environment. So the spell collapsed when I failed to adjust.


I stopped walking and started thinking about what this meant going forward. If my magical skills were at this level. What were my knowledge base? When my head was splitting open on the riverbank I had a ton of info flash through it, but for all that I didn't really feel like I knew anything I didn't know before. Should I though? I'm not exactly an expert on how soul-fusion knowledge transfers are supposed to work after all.


Well the easiest way to test this is to think of something I have no right of knowing before this, and something that I would need in the future.


So come on Alex! How do you build a device?


My fading headache spiked back into existence as info poured into my head. Annoyingly this came with another frustrating realization. I knew exactly how to build a number of different devices. The problem being, I 'knew' how to do this in the same way a random person off the street knew particle physics cause they were handed a textbook on the subject.


I had all of the knowledge but none of the context or understanding to make use of it!


It wasn't all bad news though, now that I had tried accessing that knowledge I could tell that there was a slight feeling at the back of my mind like the info from earlier was slowly being assimilated. I had a feeling it would take decades to naturally absorb the info there, but specifically searching out info seemed to make it come quicker. At the cost of a massive headache.


So great! I had the abilities and the knowledge to take on so many different threats, but none of the skill or understanding to put them to use. That… could be really bad. But bright side Alex, you have a year before anything serious happens and if I could dodge the main cast I might just be able to set up shop somewhere else. Maybe hop on a plane and tour the world as an invisible stow-away? Thoughts for later.


First, I need to get better at using my abilities. Everything else can come after.


Sighing I resume my walk towards town, projecting various small objects as I go.


-o-​


After twenty minutes of walking, my skill in projecting object has risen to new levels of mastery! The hard work and effort I have poured into my craft has allowed me to reach a level of proficiency anyone else would see as a monstrous level of genius and a true prodigy in the making! Yes I, Alexandria Cross, can now create a sword that lasts-


-all of two minutes.


Honestly all joking aside, the rate of improvement is rather surprising. I might not be creating magical weapons from myth and legend, but I am quickly mastering a skill that took years of practice to get to even this level in minutes.


Truly having skills directly implanted into your soul gives the best results.


Now to just keep on practicing. This is likely going to be the combat skill I rely on the most in the coming days. I need to be able to do it subconsciously even in the middle of a fight.


Another sigh escapes my lips as the swords collapses into light again, before choosing another style and projecting a new sword.


-o-​


A little while later, I made it to the outskirts of town. I don't really have a destination in mind, since for all the events that occurred in Karakura, none of them really showed somewhere available for setting up an unnoticed base of operations. So I just wandered through the area practicing weapon projection and taking in the sights.


As I passed by the third park of the night, I saw a public restroom and decided to take a break from my self guided tour of the area. This would also be a good place to run another couple of tests without standing in the open for a wandering Hollow to get the drop on me, not that I had seen any of them so far. So I guess the Soul Reaper on station was doing a good job of keeping the numbers down.


Entering the building, I confirmed that I was the only one in here at a glance and turned to the main reason I wanted to stop here.


A wall length mirror.


So I wanted to know what I looked like, okay? Windows were only so good at catching a reflection and looking down didn't give me the full picture.


I ran my eyes over the reflected image taking in the details. A tall girl with European features, very athletic figure and a moderate bust. Loose blonde hair that ended just below my shoulders and deep blue eyes.


Overall, I thought I looked rather pretty. Always nice being able to take pride in your appearance.


The outfit was still looked weird to me. But now that I saw it from an outside perspective I can't say it looks bad. Although blending in with the locals is out, since I basically look like a gender-swapped EMIYA cosplayer. There are some differences from what I remember EMIYA looking like, for one the black undershirt doesn't have any markings on them. And thankfully the close fitting pants aren't covered in belts or straps. Finally my boots aren't capped. Just plain black combat boots. Still have the random red sleeves and silly cape though. Not that I mind, I actually think the look is really cool. It just doesn't blend with the souls of dead Japanese people in the modern world.


Taking a breath, I prepare for experiment number one. Creating clothing. Not the most exciting use of my new abilities but if I'm going to lay low a change of clothes would go a long way. Especially cause I have no idea where I would get new clothes for a spirit.


This will need to be a long lasting construct so unlike my weapon practice, I take my time and think the whole thing through. Creating an image of myself wearing a simple sweatshirt I try forcing the projection into being, only for the red parts of my outfit to shimmer and a small tug at the back of my mind to distract me before I lose the image.


Well that was different. Focusing on my hand, I try projecting a sweatshirt like it was a sword. It forms with no issue. I try directly projecting the shirt onto me, and get more flickering and that feeling again.


I think I just found out how my barrier jacket works. Now, lets see how I can mess with it. Forming another mental model of me, instead of projecting a new image onto the model, I try changing the current image into something different.


Slowly over the course of a few minutes, my outfit changes into a simple black t-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers. Excellent, it takes concentration and time but I can walk around without drawing more attention to myself than a normal soul would! Concentrating again, I try changing back into my old outfit, only for it to snap into place in a few seconds.


Okay, um…


I try changing back into casual clothes. The process isn't any faster than the first time. I feel my eye twitch in annoyance. I have a combat outfit?! Why?! A quick test with a projected knife shows the combat outfit isn't that much more durable than normal clothes, so why does it form so much faster? I have a feeling I won't know the answer unless I start digging through my Archive, and it isn't that much of a priority. Just accept the stupid combat outfit works on its own rules and move on Alex, you have one more test you wanted to try.


Switching back to my casual outfit, I take deep cleansing breaths to distract from the clothes mystery and get ready to test out the ability that will determine everything about any plans going forward.


Astralization


Depending on how this works, I see two paths I could pursue. If I can physically materialize and interact with normal living people, I could search out allies, get resources, and leave the whole mess about to hit this town behind with no worries. But if I become even more of a ghost, then it will give me a good escape option and ways of moving around unseen even to the main cast.


Not really sure how I'd get resources in a timely manner if it's the second but no use worrying about it till I know which one it is.


By now I was able to sort of feel out how to use my different skills pretty easily, even if using them was another thing entirely. Now, I reached out towards Astralization and felt that it was somewhat like a sliding scale. I mentally grabbed hold of it and threw the slider to the other side of the spectrum. Concentrating hard as I felt my skill trying to activate.


I easily spent a few hours trying to get the skill to activate, but always seemed to have it slip my grasp right at the end. I felt like I was getting the hang of it though.


Centering myself for another try, I let all thoughts drift out of my mind and reached for the skill again. This time I felt the world around me fade into a mosaic of watercolored shapes as the skill took hold.


Satisfaction rushed through me as I finally got the skill to work, it wasn't the option I preferred but I still got a handle on another of my abilities. That being said, this wouldn't be a quick escape skill. It took far more concentration to pull this off than would be realistic in the middle of a fight, and moving around felt like moving through an incredible viscous liquid.


Not super great for spying either, as everything was blurry and indistinct. As I watched someone else enter the restroom, I could barely make out her features and the sounds she was making sounded like she was underwater. Though going by what I could hear, she was singing some kind of song.


Reaching back out for my 'slider' I threw it back the other way. Shockingly I felt it go a bit further on the scale than it originally had been. Or was I just imagining it?


I leaned on the sink counter and started thinking about my next moves.


One of the stalls opened up, as the person from earlier stepped out. She looked in my direction and gave a startled yelp that distracted me from my thoughts.


"Oh I'm sorry, you just scared me a bit. I didn't hear anyone else come in." She said a little breathlessly.


Shocked, I stared at her. She could see me?


As I tried to drag my suddenly chaotic thoughts into order, halfheartedly reassured her it was fine. While she finished cleaning up and left, I ironed out the beginnings of a plan. If normal people could see me, and I refused to believe that the first random person to walk into me was spiritually aware, then I could just leave! Maybe actually do the whole invisible tourist thing and set up as an information broker for the police somewhere as I gathered resources to build a way off this dimension.


A smile broke out on my face as I left the restroom. The sun was just fully coming up over the horizon, and I had a plan.


I had a feeling today was going to be a good day.


[END Chapter 2]
 
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Spirit 1.3
Spirit 1.3


The sun was shining on a beautiful clear day, as people started going about their business. I dropped back into what I decided to call 'Spirit Form' so I could explore the town without drawing attention to the obviously Western girl poking about with no real explanation as to why. It didn't help that it looked like I could be anywhere from 16 to 22, since people would want to question why I wasn't either in school or at work.


It was still risky, since I assumed I was invisible to everyone except others who could astralize when in the newly dubbed 'Spectre Form' but without getting a clear view of my surroundings, it was hard to pick out a temporary base.


One problem that was becoming more evident as time went on, was that I was running out of steam.


Literal hours of screaming, followed by all my experimenting meant that I was getting tired. I would need to find a place to rest for the night even if I didn't stay there for my base. Maybe sneak into a hotel and spend the night? Not a bad backup plan.


-o-​


Lunch was a simple affair consisting of a turkey sandwich, fries, and a bottle of water I managed to snatch from one of the larger restaurants I had found in the area. Me being invisible made moving the ingredients I needed simple, as I just waited for no one to be looking and made off with them. Another potential profession for when I figure out where I want to go from here.


Alex Cross, literal phantom thief.


Has a nice ring if I say so myself.


Finishing the last of my fries, I dusted myself off and continued my wandering through town. Making my way northward, since I had actually run across the Kurosaki Clinic wandering the southern half of the town.


Being the calm rational individual I take pride in being, when I saw the sign for the clinic I promptly pulled an about face and ran the fuck away. I don't know how closely Urahara kept an eye on Ichigo growing up, but I didn't want to be in any area that would attract his attention.


So here I was, hours later, wandering the northwestern part of town. No conveniently abandoned buildings, no empty warehouses, and no place to crash for the night.


The sun was slowly making its way down to the horizon leaving me with maybe another few hours to find somewhere to pilfer dinner from and find a hotel. Cause clearly I wasn't going to find a base today.


Spotting signs for a hotel down the next alley, I turned off the main road and made my way down the street.


Just as the hotel sign came into view, I realized my pleasant day was not about to end on a high note. A tall dark shape, easily 15 feet tall, stepped out from behind one of the buildings. Its heavily muscled form was clearly not human with the disproportionate arms, stumpy legs, green-black skin, and bone white mask all identifying the creature in front of me as a Hollow.


That wasn't the worst part about this little encounter though.


No, the part that made ice go down my spine was the eyes. Uncompassionate glowing yellow eyes peered out from the mask. Right. At. Me.


Slowly backing up down the road, I tried breaking down my options.


I could run, even without any special mobility options available to me right now I was confident I could stay ahead of the Hollow until the Soul Reaper or one of Urahara's gang showed up to get rid of it. Problem with that was I would either have to deal with the Soul Reaper and try to avoid getting Konsō'd, or I'd draw the attention of Urahara who would probably instantly see me as different than a normal soul. Actually would Konsō even work on me? Either way running would have to be a backup plan.


Hiding was out. The Hollow would probably trash the area around me searching if I couldn't get far enough away. And for all the improvement my one day of training gave me in Astralizing, it still took too much time and concentration.


Which meant option C. Kill it. And do it fast otherwise the same drawbacks to the other options would apply here as well.


Steeling myself for a facedown with the murderghost, I quickly traced a bow into my left hand and an arrow to my right. I know that I'm at least pushing the physical human peak from the lack of physical tiredness from all the tests and wandering I did today. But the mental strain is going to make this a much more challenging fight.


Dammit, if only this Hollow showed up after I was rested!


My condition makes itself unwelcomely known when I manage to fire off the shot. The arrow streaks through the air and pierces the Hollow's thick neck. Not the center of his forehead as I wanted. 'Improper foot placement, improper drawing technique. Forced the aim low and to the right.' And the bow promptly splinters in my hand before bursting into light. 'Flaw in the structure, couldn't handle a full powered shot.'


Despite immediately knowing why I missed, I wasn't going to get another shot. The Hollow recoiled from the arrow, which hit with the power of a rifle shot, only to turn back to me and unleash an animalistic roar when it failed to bring him down.


Continuing to roar, the Hollow surged towards me, hands raised ready to crush me into the pavement.


Not wanting to be anywhere near the charging Hollow, I projected a spear and rushed to the right hoping the damage to its neck would cause issues tracking me. The Hollow brought its fists down in a hammerstrike, missing me as I ran by. Crushing the pavement behind me and kicking up a cloud of dust. Halting my rush to the right, I spun in place and drove the spear as hard as I could into the creature's side.


The head of the spear went deep into the torso of the Hollow, but I made the mistake of acting like I was fighting a human. The strike was far too low to hit anything immediately vital. Meaning I dealt a vicious wound, but the Hollow was still in the fight.


Something it was happy to prove by trying to take my head off with a sweeping backhand.


I scrambled to duck under the fast moving limb, feeling the wind it kicked up pulling at my hair. I drew back the spear for another thrust into its now unprotected chest, only to see the Hollow continue its rotation and the unnoticed tail slam into my left side.


I felt the bones in my left arm break as the thick appendage threw me down the road and into a parked car. Probably lost a rib or two judging from the ache forming. To make matters worse, I couldn't effectively use a spear with one arm so I was going to have to get up close and personal with something twice my height and waaay outside my weight class.


Today was going so well too.


Pulling myself off the now dented car, I quickly looked back towards the Hollow. The arrow had vanished at some point allowing for blood to pour out of the hole. I would think that would be a killing blow to any living creature, but spiritual beings seemed to have a bullshit ability to survive things that really should kill them not solely based on biology. In addition to that, the spear wound to its side was also bleeding heavily. As a bonus, it looked like the Hollow was slowing down since it was marching towards me rather than rushing again.


Warily watching the approaching beast, I decided to do something a bit reckless.


Throughout the day, I had practiced body reinforcement in addition to projection. But I had taken it slow. A long process to safely increase my physical abilities since I did not want to explode my body.


I was going to throw safety out the window.


Taking a moment to push the pain racking me out of my mind, I focused on projecting the strongest weapon I could right now. Light formed in the palm of my right hand before consolidating into the shape of a familiar white sword.


Reinforcing my body to the biggest extent I dared, I dropped into a crouch. The Hollow, seeming to recognize my movement as a challenge gave another roar and raised its right hand. Ready to try the hammerblow again but still guarding its injured side.


I rushed forward in a blur, crossing the distance between the two of us in a heartbeat. Sliding to a stop below the Hollow I reinforced my legs even more, wincing slightly at the feeling of muscles tearing from the rushed application of power, I launched myself at its head ready to stab through the mask and end this fight.


My blade easily stabbed through the bone-like material and deep into the Hollow's head. Internally I rejoiced at winning, just as movement caught my attention coming from the left.


The Hollow had reacted to me getting up in its face like anyone else would. Meaning it abandoned the hammerblow and flailed to keep me away.


Mere moments after my sword killed it, the flailing hand crashed into my already damaged left side and sent me flying for the second time today.


This time my flight is broken by one of the buildings lining the road. I crash through the wall and feel a few more ribs break under the abuse and my left arm screams in pain.


Dragging myself out of the rubble, I look back at the dissolving Hollow. Good thing I managed to kill it with that blow. I'm definitely not in fighting shape after that last hit.


I limp back out the hole I put in the wall and take a few seconds to just breathe and wipe the blood dripping into my eye from a cut on my forehead.


Now, just need to make my way to literally anywhere else before someone sho- "Well I would say that was quite the show miss!"


Oh fuck me.


Turning to one side, in the same getup I remember from the show is Kisuke Urahara. Same easygoing smile, stupid hat, and clog shoes. But for all the cheerful tone addressing me, his eyes are cold and calculating.


Oh Urahara, I really didn't want to run into you.


"Oh? Now why wouldn't you want to run into me? I would think I had a fairly good reputation as a business owner, but you seem to know me and I don't think you have ever graced my store. So why don't we have a nice chat, shall we?" The words are pleasant, but his posture shifts slightly to cut of any movement I might make.


Fuck, I said that out loud didn't I?


I take it back, today sucks. I'm just going to take a nap now and let future-me deal with this mess. So I stop suppressing the tiredness from staying awake nearly 24 hours, the pain from the broken bones, and the lightheadedness which is either a concussion or blood loss and pass out.


[END Chapter 3]
 
Spirit 1.4
Spirit 1.4

I awoke to an unfamiliar ceiling. Right then and there I decided that I had a new goal that needed to be accomplished before any other plans were put in motion.

I swear the next time I fall unconscious, it will be because I choose to!

Pushing aside thoughts about my unhealthy sleep habits, I take a look around the room I'm in. Fairly empty, all things considered. Looks like a storage room that was cleared of everything except for some random posters on the walls.

Suddenly there is a loud crash outside the door followed by the sounds of many smaller things falling over.

"Jinta! What did I tell you about playing in the store! Get over here and sort this mess." A deep voice booms. "And Ururu, go check on our guest. The Boss said she should be waking up soon."

Ugh, guess I'm not going to be able to slip out unnoticed. Actually how badly hurt am I? I should be pretty hurt from earlier, but right now I feel sore but not in pain.

Sitting up on the futon, I notice that my left arm is wrapped in bandages and shifting my torso sends shocks of pain across my chest. Yep, definitely a few broken ribs. Even with whatever treatment I got while I was out, I'm not moving anytime soon.

I look up towards the door as I hear it slide open. A young girl nervously looks in while hiding behind the frame.

"Uhm, H-hello miss. Are you feeling okay? Can I g-get you anything?" She softly asks, shifting meekly from one foot to the other as a black cat slips by her feet and into the room. I know that she is one of the kids that Urahara is taking care of, but I can't remember her name. I'm tempted to call her 'Usagi' between her attitude and the drooping pigtails, but that feels wrong.

Giving her a soft smile, I reply "I don't suppose you can spare a glass of water? I'd like something to drink before I talk with your boss."

Even though I try not to startle her, she still jumps at the huskiness of my voice. It sounds much better than earlier today, but the rasp is still clearly audible. "O-of course miss, I will be right back." She says politely, then scurries off.

Shifting back so I'm leaning on my right elbow, I glance back at the cat crouched in the corner of the room. "So, what do you think kitty? How badly did that fight mess me up?" Yes, I know I shouldn't poke the assassin, but at this point what's the harm?

Naturally , Yoruichi refuses to comment. Keeping up the act of a disinterested cat that is only tolerating my presence.

Sighing, I get back to determining the extent of my injuries using structural analysis to get the full picture. Left arm, broken in several places and completely immobile. Either due to damage or the wrappings keeping it from moving. Ribs, a few cracked or broken, but not enough that I can't move at all though it is very uncomfortable. Head, surprisingly I don't think I have a concussion, hell I don't even have a headache which is a nice change of pace. Then finally legs. Yeah, those are pretty messed up. I didn't notice when I was fighting the Hollow, but my failure at controlling the reinforcement technique seems to have torn most of the muscles in my legs in one place or another.

My investigation of cuts other cuts, scrapes, and injuries is interrupted when the girl from earlier returns with a glass of water. Following behind her is Kisuke Urahara and a large man with cornrowed hair and an impressive mustache. Damn, I can't remember his name either. I know he used to be in the Kido Corps, but he was one of the background characters in the show that I never paid much attention to.

"Well good morning little miss!" exclaims Urahara, making a grand gesture with a fan he pulled out from somewhere. "It's good to see you up and about, since you've been sleeping so long!"

Accepting the glass from the girl, I give her a bemused smile when she scurries back behind the two men in the room. After taking a quick sip, I look up to Urahara and feel my smile shift to a resigned one instead.

Unlike last I saw him, Urahara's eyes are much more playful and warm than the hard grey stare he was giving me the last time I saw him. But I can see the intelligence and caution underneath, and can tell he is taking this conversation seriously.

Taking another sip, I clear my throat before replying. "Thank you for taking care of me after the fight. I don't know what might have happened if I was on my own there."

"Well naturally! What kind of gentleman would I be if I neglected a pretty girl in need like you?" He said, happily as he brought the fan in front of his mouth. "Though I have to question, how exactly did you know who I am?" His eyes hardening slightly. Looks like despite keeping a friendly mood, he seriously wants an answer.

Welp, looks like I'm not getting out of this.

I take a deep breath, "I saw some records a while back that included you. It mentioned you being a fairly strong fighter and a scientist. So I was kinda hoping to avoid you while I was in town."

It's not a lie in a certain point of view. I remember seeing him in the show which could be interpreted as records. The last thing I want is for him to discover that I'm some soul experiment and trying to study how I work or something similar. If I'm lucky I won't draw his interest and can be on my way once we are done here.

Urahara looked searchingly at me for a while before relaxing again. "Well that's fine. In any case, introductions! As you seem to know I am Kisuke Urahara, humble business owner and entrepreneur. With me are my employees Tessai, Ururu, and Jinta!" he exclaims, back in his happy persona while pointing out mustache man, the girl, and a small red-headed boy who entered at some point.

The boy, Jinta I guess, scowls at me before turning to Urahara, "The boxes are all sorted out again. Need anything else?"

He certainly is a moody one.

Urahara just waved him off, "Nah that should be good for now."

"Of course, thats assuming you finished your other cleaning duties." Musta-- Tessai says sternly adjusting his glasses and staring at the boy. While Jinta stiffens and nervously shifts closer to the door.

"O-of course, I just need to do a thing real quick." He said, scampering out into the hall. Tessai just crosses his arms while mumbling about 'that boy'.

Is it bad I feel a bit neglected? I mean, mysterious person right in front of them and they just ignore me?

As if answering my thoughts, both Urahara and Tessai look at me.

"Apologies miss. We haven't let you introduce yourself yet"

"R-right, my name is Alexandria Cross. I'm kinda just passing through? Though I do have to thank you for not leaving me on the street, that might have been bad." I direct the last part to Urahara directly. It pays to be polite after all.

He just laughs it off "No problem! It's the least I could do for taking down a Hollow. Though you won't be moving anytime soon with your legs in that condition. If we are going to help you out might as well do it right!" He turns back to Ururu, who is standing by the door. "Can you get one of the recovery bands out of the crate in the back? It's the one marked 'Treatment Supplies'."

I don't know if I'm comfortable getting more help from them, but they are right. I have no idea how long my legs will take to recover naturally and I can't protect myself in this condition. Hell I can barely move my legs at all!

Glancing back at the cat hanging out in the corner of the room, I decide getting patched up takes precedence over my paranoia of being involved with the plot.

Still no reason not to be careful.

"Recovery band?" I ask, having never heard of the item in the show.

"It's a useful little invention of mine," replies Urahara, "It absorbs ambient Reishi to boost the natural healing of spiritual bodies. It isn't very fast, but it certainly cuts down on recovery time."

Hmm, I somehow doubt it's that simple, but I don't really have the ability to refuse right now so I'll just go along with it. While we wait, Urahara asks me a few questions about who I am, 'just a random spirit wandering around', what I'm doing in the area, 'nothing specific really', where I'm from, 'oh you know around'. I know super generic answers are going to make him suspicious but I don't know what else to say! I just appeared in the area maybe a day ago, that's not enough time to have a backstory that will hold up to interrogation! Luckily, soon enough Ururu returns with a box containing 5 black bands.

Urahara places the bands around my ankles, wrists, and neck before tapping each one to activate it. To my surprise the bands glow red then seem to sink into my skin, and I feel a weird pressure wash over me and the ache in my legs grows dimmer.

Huh, that works pretty well actually.

Standing up from crouching next to me, Urahara brushes himself off, "Let's leave further discussion until you have healed some more. We will let you get some sleep, and feel free to call if you need something."

With that everyone clears out of the room, though from the look of it Yoruichi seems a bit agitated. Her tail is flickering all over the place. Did she notice something about me?

Either way, sleep sounds good. I relax back into the mattress and close my eyes.
[END Chapter 4]
 
Interlude KU
Interlude KU

--A while later--

"Kisuke, we need to talk about it."

Kisuke sighed and turned to face the disguised form of his childhood friend. "I don't see much to talk about really, she isn't hostile to us and doesn't have even the beginnings of being a spy."

"Or, she is going for the clueless approach to make us lower our guard," Yoruichi retorted, staring down on him from her perch on one of the shelves in the store. "It wouldn't be the first time someone tried taking advantage of your weakness for pretty girls that way."


Kisuke winced at the reminder of the bar incident two years ago, "I thought we agreed to never bring that up again?" he weakly protested.

"No, you requested that we didn't. I said I would take it into consideration." Yoroichi said aloofly. "Now stop trying to put this off. An anomaly shows up out of nowhere, sets off kido alarms all over town, and you don't want to get to the bottom of it? You figured something out, now spill."

Sighing again, Kisuke internally complained that his friend knew him far too well. "Fine, where do you want to start?"

"Why do you think she isn't a spy?"

"Very well, when we asked how she knew me did you notice what she called me?"

Yoruichi glared at him a little harder, "Yes, a fighter and a scientist. What of it?"

"You couldn't see her eyes when she said scientist. Alexandria was absolutely terrified of that fact even if she hid it well."

That made Yoruichi pause, "You gave her a medical scan before she woke up?" Kisuke nodded. "And I assume that you found something, then?"

Kisuke slumped a little at the question, "Not at first? Even going back over the data doesn't really give me a clear picture. What little I can make out of her spiritual profile is that something is modified her soul to some unknown degree."

Yoruichi straightened quickly, "She's a mod-soul then?"

Waving off the comment, Kisuke laughed, "Hardly, I only noticed there was something up with her soul cause she reacted so strongly to scientists. Even then its more of a hunch then clearly stated in the data. No, my suggestion would be that she was an experiment of some kind."

"Aizen?"

"Not a chance. The data we have suggests highly specialized work with hundreds of years worth of refinement. Aizen simply doesn't have the time to come up with something like this while pursuing other goals."

Kisuke watches as Yoruichi deflates at that somewhat. He understands that blaming a known enemy is easier then suddenly finding out there is an unknown out there doing something to souls.

"Fine, I agree she likely isn't one of Aizen's. What makes you so sure she is harmless then?" Yoruichi sighs as she settles down again.

"Hmm, well as that Hollow found out she is far from harmless," mused Kisuke, ignoring the renewed glare from the increasingly agitated cat. "But I doubt that she is here on orders for anything. If she was then she would have a cover story at the very least or some easy objective to draw attention instead of just avoiding talking about why she is here. Instead she wanders town randomly looking for out of the way places and flees at the sight if Isshin Kurosaki, before wandering some more and then getting into a fight with a Hollow.

From this, I can guess that she has seen profiles on people from the Soul Society from at least 100 years ago but not more recently than 15 years ago since I don't think she would have run so quickly if she knew that Isshin doesn't have his powers right now."

Both of them are silent for a while while they reflect on the info.


"In addition to that she chooses to fight a Hollow when it's clear she doesn't have a good grasp on her abilities. The Hollow only caused minor injuries, while her own movement technique caused significant damage." Kisuke continued. "She clearly knows how to fight academically, but actual experience seems to be something she lacks."

"So you're thinking she's a runaway from whoever was experimenting on her?"

"That's my top theory right now. I'm hoping that we can get more info about where she comes from either by Alexandria opening up to us some, or by this unknown coming after her."

Yoruichi gave him a sidelong glance, "Is that why you didn't use a healing Kido? Even as torn up as they are, her legs wouldn't be that hard to heal."

"From your observation of her, how would you describe Alexandria, Yoruichi?" asked Kisuke, choosing to ignore the question.

Drawing herself up, Yoruichi considered the question. "Scared, I guess? She hid it pretty well, but it was obvious that any movement made her nervous. It makes sense if she is a runaway and doesn't have anyone to rely on."

Kisuke nodded, "Exactly, so I figure we give her a safe place to heal and plan her next move. If she is comfortable with us she might open up. At least this way we might gain some insights into her situation."

"Fine," Yoruichi sighed, "I don't like it, but it's better than letting her run loose, especially with Aizen making fewer noticeable moves. He is getting ready for something and that means trouble." She jumped down from her perch and wandered out the door, most likely going to look for signs to where Alexandria came from.

'I don't like it either' Kisuke thought to himself. After years of dealing with some experiment of Aizen's, the sudden lack of activity was concerning. Currently Kisuke lacked the ability to do much more than react to anything Aizen did since he was off playing the loyal captain at the moment. But given time maybe he could persuade their new guest to assist them?

'Just have to wait and see,' thought Kisuke. Patting himself down as he got up and returned to the storefront.

[END Interlude KU]
 
Spirit 1.5
Spirit 1.5

The next eight months were a time of revelation for me.

First was the revelation that medical recovery was torture. I spent the first few months of my time as a guest at the Urahara shop either sitting in a back room going over my archive. It wasn't bad at first. The sheer amount of knowledge at my disposal was fascinating and I dove in with a passion trying to learn as much as I could.

As a result, I learned the basics of elemental manipulation, spell structures, enchanting, device creation, bounded fields, and so much more. Actually practicing everything was harder, since it's generally a bad idea to shoot fireballs inside a wooden structure when you can barely walk.

Just coming up with spell formulas for the other half of my combat abilities was actually pretty fun for a few days even if they probably weren't super practical, but the lack of a device eventually made the process frustrating since I couldn't test any of them to see if they actually worked the way I wanted them to. So I would lose focus after a while and switch to a new topic. Only to have something similar occur when I either needed additional equipment or it was unsafe to practice in my condition.

The second revelation was that the ability souls made for super quick training improvements. I knew that there was some increase in ability comprehension from my short fight with the Hollow, but by the end of the first month I was bullseyeing nearly every target I could see from the shopfront and I could now directly project enchanted weapons.

Nothing even close to noble phantasms, something still eluded me there, but lightning arrows, fire swords, water whips and the like were all easy enough for me by now.


The third revelation was something I wasn't very proud about. Simply put, a bored Alex leads to reckless decisions. It started annoyingly enough with Jinta. Mostly just grumbling about the additional work needed to take care of the 'freeloader' which I ignored since I did cause more work for both him and Ururu with my limited mobility. But after a few weeks of this, and running into another roadblock with the archive, I cornered Tessai and demanded a position in the shop that I could do even while I was in recovery.

Something I learned about Tessai was that he could be the epitome of patience in most cases. He could easily deal with Urahara's moods, Jinta's antics, and Yoruichi's behavior, she refused to break the cat act around me even when I heard her talking with others the next room over, without blinking an eye. So when I confronted him about this, he calmly informed me that even if I wanted to help, it would take some time for Urahara to actually make a gigai for me.

The problem was, I wasn't going to wait. So I immediately shifted Atralization from 'Spirit Form' to 'Physical Form' right in front of him.

So, uh, yeah. One of my more unique abilities just kinda out in the open cause I was bored and wanted something to do. The look on Urahara's face when he found out was almost worth it though.

Even still, oops!


The final revelation though was that there was no chance of me skipping dimensions before the main events kicked off. I was only as far along as I was learning how to build a dimensional transport due to the downtime caused by my injuries and even without that actually building my escape ticket would be a multi-year endeavor. With that in mind, my plans for the future were mostly set. I would train, study, build, and train some more so that when the Quincies made their move I would be strong enough to survive without relying on a teenager to bail me out!

-o-


While my new resolve to improve myself was nice, it still left me in the same position I was in when I asked for a job.

Well, not exactly the same position. One of the things I started searching the archive for once escape wasn't feasible was healing spells. I wasn't going to be reattaching arms or healing life threatening wounds, but speeding up my recovery was within my abilities.

Five months after my first brush with a Hollow, I was all healed up and in top shape again! Which meant I was wandering the east side of town looking for another to test out some of my ideas.


One of the perks that came from working with Urahara was the real function of his shop. While he did sell candy and treats to the living, he was also something of a bounty/supply shop for Souls and Soul Reapers.

See, while fresh dead might not cross over immediately and run the risk of turning into a Hollow, it turns out some of the better off Souls in the Soul Society can cross back over into the World of the Living for what is basically a vacation. So the store sells equipment, tour locations, souvenirs, and deals with bounty rewards and local reports of Hollow sightings as a service to the local Soul Reaper. Supposedly you can rent gegais as well, but the cost of that seems to be so high no one has actually done so while I've been here.

But the advantage for me is that when too many Hollow reports come in, seriously there can sometimes be two or three in a day, I can divert some for myself to go hunt them down myself.


Which is why I was running across the rooftops in my combat outfit, on the lookout for a murderghost to kill. I was keeping to the high ground because despite many of them being around 10 feet tall, Hollows can be sneaky when they want to. And the last thing I want is to deal with Yoruichi's smug face mocking me for getting ambushed.

Oh yeah, that's another thing I learned recently.


For all that I am a spiritual being, I can barely manipulate Reishi or Reiryoku. Which means I can't use either Soul Reaper abilities or Kido and my spirit sensing was nearly useless. It actually kinda bummed me out that I couldn't take advantage of the three high level Soul Reapers I lived with for instruction other than the occasional beatdown from Urahara or Tessai but I figured I could compensate when I learned more magecraft and got a proper device working.

Stopping on the roof of the tallest building in the area, I scanned my surroundings for the Hollow that was supposed to be in the area. Nothing towards the north, same with the west, east has a sneaking Yoruichi making a half assed attempt to look like a normal cat, south has… oh.

South has three hollows. Interesting. Guess that's why that damn cat let me see her so easily

I take a moment to consider my options. I could just rain down arrows, but that seems like a waste. Maybe use each one for a training opportunity? Yeah, let's go with that.

Tracing my bow into my left hand, I take a deep breath then burst into action. A swarm of swords appears around me before launching themselves at one of the Hollows as I take aim at the second. My arrow catches it in the middle of its head, killing it instantly. As I land in front of the final Hollow I dismiss my bow and summon my twin broadswords, Kansho and Bakuya, to my hands. A few swings later, and the Hollow is in pieces.

Whew, that went pret-

I drop to the ground as a thickly muscled appendage passes where my head used to be. Fucking tail! Turning quickly, I see the heavily wounded form of the first Hollow. Damn, looks like my barrage failed to hit anything immediately vital. Oh well, this is what training is for.

"That wasn't very nice!" I shout as I rush forward. Another swing decapitates the Hollow leaving me alone in the street. Well, alone with a smug cat that followed me.

Yoruichi wanders down the street waving her tail mockingly.

"It wasn't even that close to hitting me!" I complain, knowing I made a mistake not being sure all the Hollows were dead before lowering my guard.

All I get for my protest is a smirk as Yoruichi turns and vanishes down a side road. I have no idea why she insists on pretending to be a normal cat around me. Hell, I've heard her have conversations in the shop with the others, but as soon as I enter the room she goes mute! It's starting to drive me up the wall, and considering I have a hunch that is why she is doing it, I may have to start using her as target practice when I'm out here.

I could use the stress relief if nothing else.

I dismiss my swords and dust myself off before leaping back up to the rooftop. No other Hollows have been sighted in the area, but might as well keep looking around since I took the time to direct the local Reaper to the other side of town tonight.

-o-

"What's with the long face, Alex-chan?"

I groan as I turn to face the annoyance behind me, "Nothing is wrong, I just feel like I wasted my time running blindly around town."

"Not satisfied with three takedowns, I take it? That's pretty impressive improvement from the first few fights you got into."

It was true. I had gone from struggling to deal with a single Hollow to easily taking down three of them. Something I was told was impressive for low to mid ranked seated officers in the Soul Reaper ranks. The main issue was, I was hitting limits in nearly all of my areas of growth while trying to remain under the radar, and it was making me feel pressured knowing what was coming.


I simply couldn't go all out without drawing attention in a live combat situation. The underground training room was nice for testing things out, but there was a relaxedness there even when I sparred with the others that made everything seem bland. Well except for the time I got Urahara to release his shikai. That sparring session almost resulted in more injuries on my part and a large area destroyed by exploding arrows.

And the tech side of my abilities was constrained by just a lack of supplies. Despite being considered an exile from the Soul Society, Urahara was the largest source of rare metals and tools available to me, and getting bulk amounts of material that was useful was still difficult. Even with him allowing me the use of his second lab, I kinda freaked out when I saw the main one (half assembled gigais all over the place), I was still in the process of making tools to make the tools I needed to make more useful magitech. As it was I had barely enough to scrape together a single device that was able to monitor one spell function, even if it needed to be preprogrammed and only had a set output.

"It's not that, just frustrated that my best form of stress relief is so hard to track down. You sure that you can't get one of those spirit cell phones the Reapers use?"

Urahara gives me a dry look, "You mean a Denreishinki? I know I told you they are different than a cellphone." I just roll my eyes, they really aren't. "And I can get you one, but the tracking data is monitored by the Soul Society directly. So you wouldn't avoid detection when their monitors discover there are two signals in town and only one active Soul Reaper."


"Yeah yeah, any other reason you needed to talk to me Urahara-san? Or just harassing the workers like normal?"

"So formal Alex-chan, I'm hurt! You know you can relax around me." Urahara exclaims, not really bothered by the look of it. "But yes I do have something I need you to do. I know you leave most of the dealings with Soul Reapers to the rest of us but in a month, we will be getting a shift rotation and I need you to make sure the area introductory paperwork is updated."

That made me freeze up. On the one hand, I thought I had more time before I needed to get caught up in the plot. On the other hand, I couldn't really prepare more than I already had without drawing attention to from Soul Society. At least once Aizen made his move I should be free to openly practice my flashier abilities, so I guess this is fine?

"That's fine, I'll have them sorted in a few days. Anything else Urahara-san?"

"Nope! That should be it for now."

As my boss wanders off, I start thinking about what this means for me.

Two months until things properly kick off. I need to prioritize my remaining training time for immediate usefulness. Things are going to be intense for a while so dimensional research will be out, though maybe I can sneak into the science division and make off with their data, but learning how to project Noble Phantasms has jumped even higher in priorities. I don't think I can tackle captain-class without a trump card like that.

Still, after months of preparing for this I'm about as ready as I can get. Should be fun!
 
Spirit 1.6
Spirit 1.6

It was amazing how having a deadline until I had to deal with the plot of an anime that I only passingly remembered changed very little in my day-to-day schedule.

I still dealt with various tasks for the Urahara shop, hunted the occasional Hollow, worked on magecraft, and trained as a fighter. But even the added pressure didn't magically resolve any of the issues I was dealing with.

So I continued on like I had the last few months, and eventually came face to face with the catalyst for all the events to come. Rukia Kuchiki.


I'd like to say that seeing her in person came with some grand feeling of how things would change for me. That the universe had given me a sign. That this was the start of challenges to come!

In reality? It felt like dealing with anyone else who had come through the shop. Although she was more polite than normal. Most of the souls on vacation had that annoying tendency to talk down to me since I apparently was just a normal human. Rukia was professional though, so I decided she would get the comprehensive info package rather than the basic one.


So I get to pull that packet together while Urahara and Rukia talk in the back of the shop. I'm sure they are talking about some specific things needed for a personnel transfer, but until they I just need to prep the paperwork aspect.

Not long after, Rukia returns looking mildly frustrated and heads in my direction. Not an uncommon look for those who deal directly with Urahara alone for any amount of time.

"Excuse me, I am told you have the area informational packet for me? As well as the equipment verification form?"

Aww, she acts so serious! I guess she is trying to keep up the image of a serious soldier but combined with her stature, it just makes her look like a teenager acting tough. Though I think by soul standards, she actually is a teenager? Meh, soul ages are weird. Let's ignore that and get everything squared away.

I lean down on the counter and idly hand her the info packet and equipment request forms, "Here is the intro guide to the town and surrounding area you will be responsible for. In it you will find landmarks, parol routes, areas of interest and a brief history on certain locations that may need investigation. Please take the time to read through everything, though additional information can be requested for a small fee. We also have equipment request forms for anything you want to order in the field."


With that I hand over the papers. Rukia fills out some other paperwork confirming she received everything and it is acceptable for her to begin her post. Mostly boring things that will never really be looked at, but need to be filed for bureaucracy's sake.

With everything filled out Rukia takes her leave and disappears to do her duty.

I put away my paperwork and turn to Urahara, who is now lurking in the doorway watching where Rukia just left. "So you gonna tell me what has you so bothered, boss?"

When Urahara meets my eyes, a chill runs through me. He has the same look as in his eyes as when he takes something completely seriously. Even if he has the same relaxed smile on his face, it's terrifying.

"Nothing really Alex-chan, just getting used to the new face. Can't be too soft on new Reapers or they think they can get everything at a discount!" he weakly jokes.

I sighed, this is the problem with extra dimensional knowledge. I knew why Urahara was freaking out about Rukia being nearby but there was no reason for me to <i>know</i> that, ugh.

"Kisuke", he actually looked startled by that. Come to think of it, I don't think I really ever used his first name. "You are really good at misdirecting people," a wince "making people misunderstand you," another wince "generally just being a pain in the ass about actually explaining what's going on," Oh, he actually dropped to the floor now. I pause, and start tapping a finger on my chin. "There was somewhere I was going with this but it seems I lost my train of thought."

"Point is something is bothering you so please let's skip the whole 'nothing is wrong' act and you just tell me."

Urahara looked at me for a long time. Long enough that I started fidgeting under his gaze. Finally he stood back up and sighed, "Alexandria, can I trust you to keep a secret?" I blinked, seems like today is the day for rarely used names. Even so I nod seriously. "Remember what I told you about the man who drove me out of the Soul Society?"

"Yeah Aizen Sōsuke, guy doing a bunch of experiments on people for some reason and blamed you for the more visible one." Urahara wasn't exactly letting me into his inner circle the last few months, but he did drop tidbits to get me onboard with opposing Aizen if the opportunity came up.

"Yes, well Rukia being here means that Aizen found an object I made and then hid with her a long time ago. Normally a Reaper of her rank would never get approval for a long term deployment but the captain of squad 5 somehow arranged it, even despite her not being part of his squad."

"Wait, how do you even know who signed her deployment orders? And you said he knows where this object is so he just sends it to you? Just take it back then." I thought Aizen only found out where the wishmarble was after Rukia was deployed. If he knew where it was, why risk sending it back to Urahara?

"I do have some highly placed friends in Soul Society, even if we can't communicate much" Urahara rubbed the back of his head frustratedly, "And if only it was that easy. Unfortunately I hid the object, the Hōgyoku, in Rukia's soul. I can't take it out without killing her. Not without taking a rather drastic step."

A silence falls between us. I wait for him to continue but it seems like he is willing to let the silence stretch.

"Okay? You shoved a random object into someone's soul and the psychopath who seems to like experimenting on people wants it. Not really seeing a reason to avoid drastic."

"The reason is that it requires the cooperation of Rukia herself to actually pull off. And she would never agree to the terms since the only way to safely remove the Hōgyoku, is to kill her."

Wait, what?! How does that make any sense?

Noticing my confusion Urahara continues, "The Hōgyoku is unique among everything that I have created because it works on concepts rather than anything scientific. It's primary use is to remove the barriers between things. Not physical walls, but mental ones that is shared by people unconsciously. For instance, everyone knows that a Hollow is the opposite of a Shinigami, or Soul Reaper, because they are opposite existences as far as anyone is concerned. Hollows consume souls, and Soul Reapers let them move on. By using the Hōgyoku, the user can grant the powers of a Soul Reaper or Hollow to the other by removing that conceptional barrier."

Okay Urahara, thanks for the lesson. Leaving aside the fact you actually made a conceptual weapon in a universe I was convinced couldn't have those and terrifying me with your ability to do such a thing, still not seeing the point.

"Even in its sealed away state, the Hōgyoku is capable of breaking down these barriers and removing it from Rukia will activate it automatically. But granting Hollow powers to a Soul Reaper is dangerous, and doing so while trying to remove an object imbedded in the soul will result in the complete destruction of said soul. The only way for Rukia to survive the removal would be to ensure she had a different barrier to remove. And she would never consent to giving up her powers even if the alternative was death." Urahara finishes solemnly.

My eyes widen as I catch the implications. Death for Humans is actually more of a second life in this universe. It's probably not the most comfortable existence for most, but you keep all your memories and experiences after death and go to the Soul Society, but death for souls means moving to the wheel of reincarnation. Its an end. All experiences washed away and given a new life in the World of the Living.

In other words, the only way to remove the Hōgyoku from Rukia and have her live, was to ensure that she died as a normal, unpowered human. And Kisuke Urahara knew how to do that.

"I'm not going to do anything to her, Alex-chan. It's just a longshot plan I thought of." Urahara says softly.

That snaps me out of my distracted state and I refocus on him. He… looks kinda hurt, for some reason.

Oh. He misunderstood my silence as thinking that he would forcibly rip Rukia's powers away. I should fix that. "I didn't mean it like that. Just wondering why Aizen would risk it even if he knew you weren't likely to take it back."

He does seem to cheer up at that, so mission accomplished? "The thing is with Aizen, everything needs to be a performance, at least to those he considers to be on his level. By shoving Rukia in our faces, he lets me know that he is starting something and is confident he can get away with it. But that isn't enough, he needs to make sure that I know I can't stop him since he considers me an intellectual peer. And if I tried anything overt and Rukia reports it, then the Seireitei would be forced to respond to a direct attack, which Aizen is no doubt on the lookout for."

"So we won't make a move cause it would be wrong, and its irrelevant cause we would call an army on our heads?"

"Pretty much."

"Could we convince her that we need to remove the Hōgyoku by sealing her powers cause a madman is after it and just have me run around as her substitute?"

Urahara considers it, "If you were a Soul Reaper, we might have a chance. But the mission data wouldn't match her reports since your Reiatsu is completely different and you can't perform a Konsō. They would notice the first time they looked at the reports. It's not a bad plan, you just don't have the abilities for it."


And with that any plans of just throwing canon out the window die a quiet death. Damn, at least I figured out why Urahara never made a move before the invasion arc. Though it seems Ichigo was just a lucky coincidence and not a preplanned move by Urahara.

Urahara and I switch to some lighter subjects and talk for a short while before I excused myself and head to the lab. I wanted to finish developing my first custom spell as quickly as possible to have more time to practice it.



I'm actually pretty close to finishing my version of the Flash Step. Which is huge cause without it I don't stand a chance against anyone decent at Hohō.

In my spars against Urahara, we figured out pretty quickly that between my natural physique and Reinforcement I am just faster than him. But the second he uses the more advanced Hohō techniques, I can't keep up. So I had him break down exactly what the Flash Step is so I can work out a spell to imitate at least a short range version. Getting a spell to move a person at high speeds wasn't something FATE magic was good at, and MGLN magic required too much computation to be used without a device. Pulling a hybrid spell was going pretty well, but I was having trouble calibrating my senses.


See, Flash Step is basically just a Soul Reaper flooding their body with their Reiatsu to dramatically increase movement speed by accelerating themselves instantly. Sounds simple, but in practice it was hard to master since the technique required precise control, timing, and power to use correctly.

I decided to mimic the ability by breaking it into three parts. Reinforcement, acceleration, and perception. In other words, make sure I can handle moving fast, actually go fast, and process what's going on fast enough to not run into walls.

I could handle the first two easily, but thought acceleration was hard to judge. I was trying to make the spell, which I was unimaginably calling Haste, to scale the thought acceleration with how fast I was moving so when I used the spell there wouldn't be a noticeable difference to me. Judging by the many me-sized holes in the boulders in the training room, I hadn't quite nailed it.

-CRASH-

Pulling myself out of the new hole in a boulder I had a few thoughts. The first was OW! The second was to make a note to dial back perception some more. Still, it was better than the last time I tried it. At this rate I might have a working version by the end of the week! Or a concussion.

Glancing to the side, I saw Yoruichi perched on another boulder looking smug.


"It's harder when you're starting from scratch!" I comp- explained, collapsing on the ground in front of her. She just jumped down next to me, gave me a condescending pat on the shoulder and walked off.

Stupid cat.
 
Spirit 1.7
Spirit 1.7

Calm, I must stay calm.

I knew getting involved with the events of canon would start involving me with some ridiculous situations. I knew that interfering at the start was unwise since it would impact the growth of some important allies we would need in the future. I even knew that Rukia was horribly unprepared to deal with her duties.

These were things I had prepared for in advance. Since I was unable to use kido, the only additional work generated by situations caused by Rukia failing to kill a low Hollow like a rank amateur was for me to keep track of where incidents took place and deploy Tessai to repair them.

It was actually nice that despite Ichigo being even more of an amateur than Rukia, none of the Urahara shop group needed to intervene to any great extent to keep up the illusion of Rukia not losing her powers. True, I spent much more time hunting Hollows at the edge of her assigned territory. But I just viewed it as combat practice and time to get used to Haste, especially since I had a version that was fine for simple movements.

No, what angered me the most was the tiny things I had forgotten about the show. Kon was a particularly unwelcome reminder of that. The mod-soul caused such a mess during his joy-ride that I was still tracking down and removing evidence to ensure word of this doesn't make it back to Soul Society.

That Yoruichi was no doubt running along behind me getting whatever I missed failed to lift my mood since I was still tasked to do it, despite not being the super assassin with actual training in information removal.

Another one of these things was I had simply forgotten about was a surprise visit from an Onmitsukidō agent since Rukia had apparently not notified her superiors about an extended stay in the World of the Living. It wasn't even that hard to get approval! All she needed to do was fill out a form and have one of us confirm she was staying at an approved outpost and not just taking her deployment as a vacation.

No! Calm! Stay calm. Don't turn the irresponsible Reaper into a pincushion. Even if it does mean she didn't actually read all the briefing materials I gave her.

Little things like that. Things totally avoidable that just a little common sense would have prevented some annoying headaches for everyone. Common sense like, oh I don't know, NOT actively attracting murderous creatures who for the most part exist to devour souls near a town FULL OF PEOPLE!

A swarm of blades fly towards another group of Hollows, tearing them to pieces in the process. Some individual Hollows a bit further out are pierced by arrows and quickly killed. It seems that whatever is drawing these cannon fodder Hollows to the area has plenty of bodies to throw at us, and since Urahara is certain Aizen has something to do with this I am trying to hold some tricks in reserve.

I take aim at another fleeing Hollow and take a second to watch as the arrow imbeds itself in the back of its head. I think that was the last one fleeing this direction, I should probably make my way back to Urahara just to see what is actually going to stop this example of idiocy.

Looking around I spotted everyone from the shop minus Urahara and Yuroichi gathering nearby cleaning up some stragglers.

"I took care of the runners," I announced as I landed next to them. "What is the next step?"

Tessai stopped to talk to me while the kids continued after more small-fry Hollows. "We finished setting up a large scale barrier Kido, that should keep the rest of the Hollows from moving into more populated areas of the town. Now we just finish cleaning up."

"Finish cleaning up. And what about the Menos? Why is that not a priority?!"

Seriously, that thing is stupidly huge. How did I forget that a goddamned Menos showed up? Why couldn't Ichigo and Uryu just beat each other up instead of causing so much trouble!

"Boss said to let Ichigo Kurosaki handle the Menos. We just need to keep the surroundings secure."

"Oh he did, did he? And where exactly is Urahara-san right now? I have a question for him."

Yep, calm. Just had to stay calm. Tessai should take note of that, he seems to have started sweating a bit from stressing so much.

"U-um, he is over there with Rukia-san"

I follow where he is pointing and see Urahara standing in the treeline next to Rukia who seems to have collapsed. Ah, no she is caught in a Bakudo technique. Not that she really had a chance of preventing this outcome in her current state, so I guess I won't hold this incident against her. Kisuke on the other hand…

The Menos is still making its way through the dimensional breach. From how slow its moving it seems we got a very young one luckily enough. An older one would be more decisive and much faster. Still, I don't know if its because of some weird butterfly effect from me being in this universe but Ichigo isn't nearly strong enough to do more than superficial damage to a Menos at this point. If we don't step in soon he might get killed.

Unless that's Urahara's plan? Show Ichigo that there are things out there you can't just brute force with an oversized sword and take him on as a student? I know that in canon Ichigo only got to spend a few days training under Urahara but maybe Kisuke wants to bring him up to speed earlier now?

Coming up behind the two of them I question, "Is there a reason we are letting the rookie get slaughtered by a Menos? Cause while he isn't bad for less than a month of being a Reaper, he doesn't have the strength to go up against one of those yet."

By now the Menos is fully out of the breach and proving my point by kicking Ichigo across the park. I don't think it even realized he was there.

"Its fine!" Urahara cheerfully exclaimed, "This is an important battle for Kurosaki-san. Just wait and see."

Rukia on the other hand, is screaming for Ichigo to run. Given that the Menos has finally taken notice of Ichigo and Uryu and is charging a Cero, isn't bad advice. Still looks like it's falling on deaf ears, since Ichigo has reclaimed his sword that Uryu was using as a hat for some reason and is charging the Menos again.

Sighing, I trace a bow and take aim at the Menos, ready to kill the stupid thing before it wipes the kid out of existance. Only to have Urahara step in front of me just as the oversized hollow fires. Surprisingly, Ichigo manages to hold off the Cero instead of being erased by it. Even if it does look like he is struggling to hold it back.

"No need to be hasty, Alex-chan. It's just about time."

With that, Ichigo explodes into a hurricane of swirling power. A beam of condensed Reishi striking the Menos and carving a deep wound from it's feet to shoulder. Now heavily wounded, the massive Hollow retreats back through the dimensional breach closing the majority of it as it left. It was an impressive show of force. Definitely leagues ahead of anything Ichigo has done before this, which begs the question what the hell just happened?!

"Kisuke, explain."

Urahara looks at me and for some reason pales slightly. "Uh, right, well you see Kurosaki-san has yet to learn how to forcibly raise his Reiatsu out of its normal passive state. So I thought that if an outside stimulus forces him to draw out that latent power it would increase his overall abilities."

I stare at him for a bit. "...So you mean to tell me you gambled the kid's life on the hope that he figured out how to increase his power mid fight?!"

"Well it sounds so mean spirited when you say it like that! And don't worry, if he really couldn't take it I was ready to step in at any time."

"You should have stepped in from the beginning then!", shouts Rukia "Menos Grande are not the kind of things Ichigo should be going up against alone! Even for a training exercise, that was too much!"

"Gotta say I agree with her," I interject. Even if I'm finally relaxing after this stupid incident, far too much went to chance for me to be comfortable.

Urahara just waves of our concerns, "Like I said, everything was fine. Now Kuchiki-san please go tend to Kurosaki-san. It seems he is exhausted and will need help getting home. Alex-chan, I have something to discuss with you."

With that he releases Rukia from the binding technique, easily ignoring the glare she sends his way as she runs off to help Ichigo.

"I'm guessing Aizen is behind this somehow?"

"Yes," Urahara confirms "There is no way the Hollow bait used by the Quincies would be capable of drawing the attention of a Menos Grande. That it was young enough for us to deal with so easily means he was more interested in causing a scene than actually harming any of us. Likely it means he is advancing his schedule by drawing the attention of Soul Society to an incident we can't cover up. I expect we will see a response to this in the next couple days.

That being said two of Kurosaki-san's friends have demonstrated spirit powers of their own. Any chance you want to take on a student for a time?"

Right, Orihime and Chad. I rack my brain for anything that I might be able to teach them in a short amount of time. Unfortunately outside of just basic combat discipline I don't come up with much. Both of them still use Reiryoku as the source of their powers while I use mana. Our powers are just too different for me to teach them the basics.

Telling Urahara as much, he simply nods his head. "I figured that might be the case. I guess I'll ask Yuroichi to help them out. For better or worse they might become involved even if they don't directly join forces with us."

Giving me a serious look Urahara continues, "After a spectacle like this, Rukia-san will likely be unable to avoid going back to Soul Society. If you have any preparations to make I suggest doing so now."

I nod, seeing his point. "I have some last calibration tests to run the latest test device through. Give me 5 days to work through any bugs in the spell matrix and finish some one offs. After that I should be ready at any time."

"Mmh, we definitely have that much time. But first we should clean up here, we made a bit of a mess after all!"

I looked around the park, noting general destruction from arrow strikes, impacts, blasts from Ururu's cannon, wind from Ichigo's energy pulse, and other various effects feeling my shoulders drop further in dejection with every new bit of damage. Ugh, this is going to take forever to clean up. Heading back to Tessai and the kids I start calling out our new instructions.

Faster we get this over with, the faster I can go back to my lab.
 
Spirit 1.8
Spirit 1.8

-18 Days until Invasion-

Deadlines are wonderfully stressful things.

For literally months I had been working on various projects to get ready for the Invasion and even when it became clear that I was running out of time, I was pretty relaxed about everything. Then Urahara tells me that we have at most a few days before we set out to retrieve Rukia and suddenly all the pressure of how little time I have hits me.

Its doing wonders for my work ethic though.


"You should relax a bit Alexandria. Stressing out will only mess with your stomach." A deep rich voice says beside me.

Looking over I see Yoruichi sitting on one of my half-finished projects. Not actually sure I remember what that one was supposed to be honestly. But she's talking to me now. Guess that means our little game is over.

Does that mean I win?

"Easy for you to say, you're not the one messing with a device where a single failed calculation might kill you. I think I'm allowed to freak out a little. Besides aren't you supposed to be keeping an eye on Rukia?"


The assassin-cat just stretches lazily "I can keep track of her from here just as easily. Not that we really need to be all that vigilant. It's not like the Soul Reapers are going to sneak over here to grab her. You're just complaining because you have to do the final tests on a product." She gave me a glance, "you're a lot like Kisuke in that regard."

"... right. Well I'm going to get started. If you're planning on staying in here, make sure to stay out of the spell circle. I don't guarantee you won't lose something otherwise."

Yoruichi jumps off and starts heading for the door. "I think it's best if you do not have any distractions for now. Best of luck!"

I sighed then closed the door behind her. She finally starts talking to me and then just takes off when she feels like it. How very fitting for a cat.


Oh well, enough stalling I suppose. I grab the proto-device and check over the coding to see if anything jumps out at me. Not that I haven't done this a few dozen times by now...


"Right, spell circle activation test in 3...2...1…"


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-15 Days until Invasion-


Blearily making my way down the ladder to the training room I noticed Urahara and the kids standing near a giant hole in the ground. I knew the hole was important for something, but three all-nighters in a row was taking its toll and my brain wasn't making the connection.


Yawning, I made my way over to them.


"Hey guys, whatcha doin?"

Urahara just waved while the kids turned away from the hole to ackowldge me.

"Oh, hi Ms. Cross. We're waiting to see if Ichigo turns into a Hollow after cutting his soul chain. He's in the hole right now, but his times almost up!" answers Ginta, a sadistic glint in his eye. Though that tends to be normal for kids his age. I don't think he fully grasps what turning into a Hollow would mean for a person. Or he does and just doesn't care. Meh, too sleepy to think about that right now.


I continue to one of the nearby boulders to use as a seat, capturing Ururu along the way and pulling her into my lap. Comfy enough to use as a pillow and quiet enough to be relaxing. Ururu is best pillow.

Well that is until a loud scream starts coming from the hole. Guess that means Ichigo is starting to Hollify. Though if he doesn't stop screaming soon then I might kill him myself.

Ururu starts squirming in my lap "Shouldn't we rescue him? He's turning into a Hollow." In response I just hug her tighter, placing my chin on the top of her head until she calms down.

"He's fine. When a soul turns into a Hollow, the spiritual body explodes. It then reforms into the body of a Hollow with the mask being the last thing to form." Urahara explains, looking over the edge of the hole. "But with Ichigo, the mask is the first thing trying to form. Showing that he is fighting the transformation, he might still become a Soul Reaper."

From the bottom of the hole we hear Tessai shouting that Ichigo is breaking out of the seal they placed on him and he was moving to eliminate Ichigo. I don't know who they think they are fooling. If Tessai wanted Ichigo sealed, then Ichigo wasn't going anywhere until Tessai allowed him. Though it was a good way to increase the mental pressure on Ichigo I suppose. Declare in a very open manner that he was out of time and he either escape now or be killed probably would make anyone hurry up.

Realizing what was going to happen next I handed four crystals to Ururu, "Make a square around us, 'kay?" Focusing on a fifth crystal I sent a pulse of mana through it, activating a weak barrier just in time to block the rush of wind and dust that had been kicked up.

As the wind died down, we all see Ichigo standing outside of the hole. His face covered by a Hollow mask with three small red scratches and some tattered rags, while the rest of him was attired in the normal dress of a Soul Reaper.

"A shihakusho and a mask? Is he a Hollow or a Soul Reaper?" Ginta questions from, -beside me? When did he get there? Ah, Urahara borrowed my barrier to block the wind. Fair enough.

Urahara goes to talk to Ichigo while I start wandering past them. Shows over, I want to do my tests and then go to bed. Of course what I want doesn't seem to be in the cards as right as I'm walking by I hear Urahara say, "-step 3 of your training is to land one hit on Alex-chan over there!"

I looked over to them just in time to jerk my head back, avoiding the sweeping slash Ichigo sent my way. Yikes, Urahara seems to have sent him over the edge. That attack was just pure frustration.

"Well, you certainly are eager. Though why am I getting dragged into this Kisuke?"


The bastard had the gall to smile at me, "Well you've been working so hard the last few days I figure you could use the break!"


Glaring up at the ceiling, if only to avoid looking at Kisuke, "I don't suppose you would reconsider if I said I'll kill him if we fight right now?"


"Nope! Now fighters, get ready!" Urahara exclaims while getting into position like a fight referee.


Fine, let's get this over with. Tracing a basic longsword into my hand I turn my attention to Ichigo. "I wasn't kidding right then. Come at me with everything you got or I will kill you, my temper is pretty nonexistent right now."

For his part, Ichigo looked fairly unintimidated by my words, "Yeah? Well guess what lady, I'm not exactly a pushover. I'm gonna beat you then go beat the hell outta Mr Hat-n-Clogs over there." He declares, pointing his broken zanpakuto at me.


Both of us settle into a ready stance.

"Begin!"

With that I explode forward, apparently shocking Ichigo with the speed I closed the distance between us. Though he is quick enough to block the heavy overhead strike, he fails to react to the following kick which sends him crashing into a nearby boulder.

"Lesson number one" I said gravely, as a walked towards Ichigo. "Never focus completely on one part of your opponent."

Ichigo jumps at me in an attempt of an attack, but is forced to defend when I use a sideways slash that looks like it would cut him in half. Despite the successful block, he is still launched backwards and tumbles across the ground. I don't know what Urahara's plan was, but I'm going to beat Ichigo unconscious then go sleep. I don't even care about final spell tests right now, it can wait till tomorrow.

Unconsciously I start radiating a killing intent at Kisuke, it's his fault that I'm wasting time right now. I decided right then he was going to be compensating me with some special alloys for my test devices for springing this on me.

Charging again I'm actually surprised when Ichigo turns tail and starts running away from me. Despite that, he is actually managing to dodge the occasional attack from behind. Guess he has really good instincts to do that while running away.

Well I say that but Ichigo seems to have had a brainwave that gave him an overinflated sense of security since he has a stupid smirk on his face. Though just to be certain I stop pursuing him.


"And what are you smirking about?"

"I just want to confirm something," Ichigo says, smile growing a little bigger. "You aren't a Soul Reaper, are you?"

Confused but still willing to humor him I shake my head no.

"And that sword of yours. It isn't a zanpakuto." Again I shake my head no. "In that case your sword can't hurt me!" Wait he can't be saying… "Only a zanpakuto can hurt a Hollow or a Soul Reaper. Which means even if you land a hit it won't cut me, and I only need to hit you once to win!" He finishes with a self satisfied smile.

...apparently he is saying he can't be hurt by my weapon.

Well there went any reason to hold back as far as I'm concerned. If he wants to make stupid statements without considering the danger if he is wrong, then he can face the consequences.


"That is an interesting theory Ichigo. Especially since just earlier this month you saw that medium hurt a soul with a basically ordinary stick." The bravado started to die on Ichigo's face, "But even if that wasn't the case…" I hurled my sword through the air, nicking the side of his cheek before dismissing the sword. His hand reflexively checking on the small cut and the last of his bravado leaving with the sight of blood on his hand. "...let's move on to lesson number two. Never believe an opponent cannot hurt you."

With that I trace two longswords, both with a cutting enchantment rather than the basic one I was using earlier. This time when my one-handed overhead attack was blocked, my sword went halfway through the un-reinforced zanpakuto. I met Ichigo's eyes as he struggled under the continuing pressure of my attack. "Also you failed lesson one" With that I wrench his sword off to one side, shearing off the end of his blade, while using the turning motion to send my heel into Ichigo's jaw. Luckily for him, another bolder caught him before he flew to far, and just to make sure he stays in place I throw the second sword at his shoulder, only nicking him when he reacts fast enough to duck down.


Tearing his shihakusho free, Ichigo starts fleeing as I pursue him. A sword thrown directly in his path forces him to halt, allowing me to catch up and launch another attack. This time seeking to cut him from shoulder to hip. Ichigo manages to bring his sword into some semblance of a guard position… before the tsuba is sliced in half and falls away from the handle.


"And now you have nothing left of your sword" I state coldly. "Face it Ichigo, you lose. Now just accept it and DIE!"

Shouting out, I continue my assault on Ichigo. Small cuts and nicks appearing on him as he dodges and runs away. What is left of my patience is quickly running out, if Ichigo doesn't at least fight back I'm bringing out the bow.

As though responding to my inner complaints, Ichigo stops running and takes a stance like he is going to pull a sword off a hip sheath. An interesting choice considering the only sheath I think he has ever used is his over-the-shoulder one, but if it means this we can end this then he can take whatever stance he wants. One thought goes through my tired mind. Ichigo did something after getting his shikai. Something that forced Urahara to actually defend…

Ichigo spins dramatically, making a drawing motion with the handle of his sword while crying out "ZANGETSU!"


A blinding flash of reiatsu engulfs Ichigo, forcing me to close my eyes. When it dissipates, Ichigo is left crouching next to a large knife-like blade with a long white bandage around the handle.


"Well you got your sword back. You gonna actually fight back now?"

Ichigo doesn't actually react to my jab. Instead he straightens up and looks into my eyes.

"Hey lady."


Great, the protagonist is about to pull a powerup out of his ass. Sighing as my brain finally recognizes what Ichigo is about to do, I dismiss my sword and pull out one of the one-shot devices I wanted to test out before this whole situation started. Overall it looks like a simple silver pistol, though the barrel lacks any opening where a shot might come from.

"I really hope you dodge this," Ichigo starts, raising his arm and reiryoku at the same time. Causing the tattered remains of the sealing cloth Tessai created to explode off of him.

"Lesson number three…" I mutter, while pointing the device at him.

"CAUSE I CAN'T CONTROL IT YET!" Ichigo roars, swinging his blade down. A massive rush of reiatsu surging towards me.

I channel some mana into the device causing a golden yellow spell circle to manifest at the end of the barrel. I don't actually want to kill Ichigo so I take care to limit the amount of mana going into this shot while pulling the trigger, "Accel Shot, fire!"


Both attacks meet in a blinding flash of light. Cancelling out each other, while kicking up even more dust and sending bits of rock shrapnel flying through the air.


When the light dies down I look across the deep gouges in the floor from both our attacks. Ichigo is braced up against is sword, completely asleep from the looks of it. "...don't use an all out attack if you are going to collapse before you confirm your opponent is down." I sighed "But then I guess you technically win since the ref is biased towards Soul Reapers." I give Urahara a half-hearted glare as I run my thumb over a small cut on my sleeve from where some shrapnel cut me.


"Not like you cared about winning in the first place Alex-chan." Urahara states as he comes over to inspect the damage. "Have to say, Ichigo Kurosaki is one scary kid. Doing this kinda damage without a proper technique. How did your device hold up? Did low power help its reusability?" He asks, looking at the now glowing red gun in my hand.

"Poorly," I state bluntly, "It doesn't really matter what power the shot is. As soon as I use it it's going to need repairs. Although the low power shot looks like it won't take too much effort to fix. It will be good for clearing out the rank and file if they group up, but anyone 4th seat and up should be able to tank a shot if needed from what you were telling me about the squad ranks."


"So back to the lab to try an recalibrate it?"

My glare intensifies a little, "No, thanks to someone dragging me into a training exercise I'm exhausted. Congratulations, your plan worked. I'm going to bed."


Urahara hides his face behind his fan, with a fake innocent sounding tone exclaims, "I'm hurt Alex-chan! You think I did this on purpose just to force you to take a break?"

Heading towards the ladder leading back to the shop I call out over my shoulder, "Yes! Now stop being smug and go train the rookie!"

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-3 Days until Invasion-

Groaning I let my head collapse onto my workbench.


I finally came to the conclusion that there is no more preparation I can do. It would take too long to attempt making another device, one-shot or otherwise, and messing with the devices I already made was pointless at the moment. They simply were the best I could make with my current skill and understanding.

It wasn't all bad though. I managed to get eight one-shot pistols made up and finished debugging the other main prototype device. I would only be able to use that one twice or so, but in reality it only needed to work once. I had some other random utility objects, such as my initial ventures into jewelcraft, but those were more like overpowered flashbangs. Useful certainly, but not exactly a trump card.

Enough of this. I'm not going to get anything else done so no point hanging around the lab. I spent way more time in here over the past few days as it is. Heading out the door, I locked the lab for the night. Might as well go enjoy myself for a bit since I can't help with the gateway anyway.

On the way out I saw both Tessai and Urahara hard at work writing down Kido inscriptions. In some ways I was disappointed that I would never be able to do much, if anything at all, with Kido. Then I remembered much of Kido revolved around poetry and naming and was immensely glad my abilities weren't based on words.

Humming tunelessly, I made my way out of the shop and started heading into town. Maybe try out that restaurant I saw a while back.

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-Day of Invasion-

"Wow, this is amazing! Who would have guessed there was an amazing room under the ground, it's like a secret base or something!"


It's finally time to head off into the Soul Society. You would think that getting ready to cross into what is essentially the afterlife would have a bunch of teenagers on edge. Instead Orihime looks to be enjoying the scenery, much to Tessai's delight. Though considering he is responsible for helping create the space, I guess he has the right to enjoy people complimenting his work.

The boys just seem fine with there being a massive cavern underneath a random candy store. I'm not sure whether to praise their adaptability, or be concerned by the lack of reaction. They could be trying to avoid showing an embarrassing side of themselves, I suppose. The picture of Ichigo seeing Yoruichi talk I managed to grab is one of the funniest things I have ever seen.

Though when they notice me standing in my combat outfit near Urahara they seem more curious. Uryu in particular seemed surprised by my presence, though since Chad seemed unaffected it might have just been more noticable.


"Excuse me, who exactly are you?"

Giving the two of them a slight smile I replied, "I'm Alexandria Cross. I'm currently employed by Urahara-san and will be joining you all in the Soul Society."

"All right everybody, gather around! We are about to get started." Urahara exclaims, snapping his fingers. In response four pillars materialize in the air to form a square, settling into the shape of the finished Senkaimon.

"Just one more thing before I explain" Urahara states, before slamming his cane through the back of Ichigo's head. The sight of Ichigo being forced out of his body and the surprise interrupt of Kon 'When did he get here?' was enough to distract any further conversation.

When the explanations finally finished, the gate opened and everyone resolved, the only thing left to do was head through the gate. After almost a year of research, training, and preparation it was finally time to step out of the shadows and start shaking things up.


The last thought in my mind as I passed the threshold was simply, 'This is going to be exciting!'
 
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