So this is what I was trying to draw last night- when I feel bad, I draw my OCs feeling bad haha. I also couldn't sleep anyway, and wrote a poorly written story to go along with it--
As a fun fact, Jo never gets sick, and her body heat burns off most viruses and poisons before they can really affect her. So when she is poisoned and Trickster can't help, it affects her a lot more than normal because her body isn't used to it. But she's still a major stubborn ass about the whole thing XD
(Sorry if the story is terrible, I'm not in the most cohesive state of mind right now haha)
Eliot was gone for a few weeks, off on some research excursion, and Jo was bored. Bored as hell. Bored enough to snag a few lower-ranked missions just to keep herself entertained- mundane patrols, hollow sighting, normal shinigami stuff. It had been a while since she had something mindlessly easy, and Jo actually enjoyed getting to work with the younger shinigami.
But Jo wasn't content to make things easy for herself. She was proud, and competitive, and half the time confident enough to leave her zanpakuto's blades somewhere safe before leaving, just to see how long it takes her to slay the hollows barehanded.
This mission was like the others- routine hollow sighting, a big monstrosity making a scene in some backwoods town. Jo decided to take it alone this time. There was no need to take a whole squad for one measly hollow.
Her senkaimon almost dumped her right on top of the hollow, and she landed lightly on her feet just in time do duck out of the way of its claw. It roared at her in irritation and hunger and lunged for her again, and grunted when its hand hit the dirt and its target stomped up into its wrist. Jo pushed off before the hollow could react, and launched her fist for its mask in a quick motion, giving a small grin when her knuckles collided with, then shattered, the hollow's jagged teeth. She winced as she felt a tooth dig through the underside of her wrist and drag open the skin down to her forearm, but it was a minor injury and the hollow was already emitting a high-pitched cry as it began to dissolve around her. She shrugged and pulled out the offending tooth, not noticing the clear liquid dripping from the point and mixing with her blood. She clicked her tongue at it and tossed it aside, assuming it would evaporate like the rest of the hollow.
Jo chucked and flexed her hand, ignoring the minor pain from the gash. "Thirty seconds... Maybe I should have left this one for the kids..." She looked around, assessing the damage the hollow had done and seeing nothing but a few damaged trees and cracks in the ground. She imagined the hollow must have recently turned, and was glad there was nothing else to...
"Wha..." Jo blinked as her arm gave a sudden, painful throb and a sickly burning sensation began crawling up her arm. "What the hell...?" She blinked as a wave of nausea hit her and the world began swaying slowly. She stumbled forward a few feet, bringing her hand up to clutch her head and feeling something warm and wet drip onto her lip. Confused, she wiped her finger across her face and pulled it away to see blood. She patted her face again and discovered her nose was sluggishly trickling the red fluid.
Jo shook her head again, disoriented. She felt herself growing warm, and a deadened sensation began filling her limbs, the same sensation she
d felt when bleeding out- weak, sick. Growing more muddled and dizzy, she brought her arm up to see she wasn't even losing blood that quickly.
"What is happening to me..." She muttered, her tongue thick. She coughed weakly and attempted to clear her head, knowing she needed to get back to Soul Society. Before she could make another move she heard a roar emit from the thick of trees in front of her, then another until a chorus of unnatural howls filled the air. It seemed the hollow she had killed hadn't been alone after all, and she silently cursed herself for her failure to sense them.
"Dammit..." She growled to herself, going over the mission map hazily in her mind. There was this clearing.. the forest... and on the other side...
"Shit.. shitshit.." Jo cursed, and took a few staggered steps towards the woods and the sounds of the hollows. There was a town on the other side of the tree line, and the hollows were obviously headed in that direction.
She attempted to break out into a run, but felt like she was running in jello. Her legs dragged along weakly, and she found herself unable to keep from sagging. "Fuck you legs!" She growled. "It's just a stupid cut..." Her vision swam as she spoke, and after a few more steps she stumbled and her legs gave out, pitching her to the ground.
"Fuck.. you.." Jo growled again, trying and failing to ignore the buildup of pain. She knew it was poison, knew the burning she felt throughout her body was Trickster trying to burn it off, but the sick feeling she felt clawing through her was not something she was used to. She never got sick, not like this. She squeezed her eyes shut and shoved herself to her feet again, a new wave of dizziness slamming her as she straightened and sent her stumbling sideways into a tree. Stop being a pussy!! She berated herself, sagging against the tree as she tried to muster the strength to continue.
She had to get moving. Her head throbbed and a sick feeling of helplessness filled her as she managed to start stumbling along, faster now on sheer adrenaline and stubbornness. Luckily the hollows were closer than she thought, their roars having been muffled by the blood pounding in her ears and within minutes she found herself staggering into a clearing, and into the sight of six hollows turning to glare at her.
Oh crap. Was the only thing she could think of as the hollows rounded on her, and she gripped one of her blade weakly.
Poison or not, she was <not going to be killed by a bunch of wimpy hollows. She shook her head as the six multiplied to twelve in her blurring vision.
In the back of her mind, she prayed someone would find her.