She's heard the words before, even signed them herself to name a shinki, and even with her casual attitude she recognizes the seriousness of the ceremony. It's a sign of trust naming a shinki just as it's a sign of trust asking a god to name them. An oath, a promise, and Ginia recognizes the irony of recognizing the sanctity of the situation as she breaks her promise to Caster.
Her head bows to Ebisu as he finishes speaking and she looks at him through though the light flooding out her vision, unware of what Ebisu is seeing in the second that passes.
Her life flits through his mind on fast forward, visions of a world not unlike the present one and yet so far in the future. Nanotechnology is commonplace, integrated in so many people to improve quality of life or assist with day to day tasks. Ginia is no exception, though she's a child when she's taken in by the government, identity reduced down to letters and name, a subject in training as day after day there are injections and blood sampling, crying, pain, sickness as they test again and again.
And when she survives, she's tempered and molded with rigorous training and cruelty, minor infractions punished with punches and kicks. She leans to lie, to steal, to kill all in the name of the greater good. She is a sniper, she's a murderer, and she's barely a teen named Ginia.
But even the most conditioned can break and in the face of cruealty and injustice thrown on her and her team again and again, it's a matter of time before she rebels, escaping with half her team with a wake of bodies behind them. Alone, lost in a city unfamiliar to her, she uses her skills to survive, first on her own, than on the kindness of strangers. And in turn, she pays their kindness back by protecting, defending them from the the injustices present in their life the only way how - with violence. She's a protector, a vengeful guardian, and eventually it catches up to her as her old team find her, gunning her down in a warehouse.
Thank you, Ginia says as she bleeds out from three bullet wounds.
Ginia lowers the mask and gives an embarrassed smile, bowing to her new compatriots as she processes her new form. A scarf? Ebisu's hand is small and warm and her emotions are shyly fond, focusing as Kunimi touches her shoulder and Kimi slaps her back.
"I look forward to working alongside you too." In the strange shared vessel space, she has a voice, mental more than anything else. It's not too dissimilar to the voice from her phone though smoother, without the stilted inflection of the digitized voice.
She looks at Kimi and raises a brow. "Please don't tell me there was a betting pool."
CW: mentions of human experimentation, abuse, violence
Her head bows to Ebisu as he finishes speaking and she looks at him through though the light flooding out her vision, unware of what Ebisu is seeing in the second that passes.
Her life flits through his mind on fast forward, visions of a world not unlike the present one and yet so far in the future. Nanotechnology is commonplace, integrated in so many people to improve quality of life or assist with day to day tasks. Ginia is no exception, though she's a child when she's taken in by the government, identity reduced down to letters and name, a subject in training as day after day there are injections and blood sampling, crying, pain, sickness as they test again and again.
And when she survives, she's tempered and molded with rigorous training and cruelty, minor infractions punished with punches and kicks. She leans to lie, to steal, to kill all in the name of the greater good. She is a sniper, she's a murderer, and she's barely a teen named Ginia.
But even the most conditioned can break and in the face of cruealty and injustice thrown on her and her team again and again, it's a matter of time before she rebels, escaping with half her team with a wake of bodies behind them. Alone, lost in a city unfamiliar to her, she uses her skills to survive, first on her own, than on the kindness of strangers. And in turn, she pays their kindness back by protecting, defending them from the the injustices present in their life the only way how - with violence. She's a protector, a vengeful guardian, and eventually it catches up to her as her old team find her, gunning her down in a warehouse.
Thank you, Ginia says as she bleeds out from three bullet wounds.
Ginia lowers the mask and gives an embarrassed smile, bowing to her new compatriots as she processes her new form. A scarf? Ebisu's hand is small and warm and her emotions are shyly fond, focusing as Kunimi touches her shoulder and Kimi slaps her back.
"I look forward to working alongside you too." In the strange shared vessel space, she has a voice, mental more than anything else. It's not too dissimilar to the voice from her phone though smoother, without the stilted inflection of the digitized voice.
She looks at Kimi and raises a brow. "Please don't tell me there was a betting pool."