Shihōin Yoruichi

Yoruichi is a periodic Escape From Tarkov player. She usually runs pistols only, and uses proximity chat to lull people into a false sense of security. She refers to it as Social Engineering: The Game.

"Well, would you rather I assaulted you while shouting, '¿¡AY CARAMBA, DÓNDE ESTÁ LA BIBLIOTECA!?' I can still make that happen if you really want it."

It was just about that time to head off and overnight on a beach in Tahiti. Don't wait up for Yoruichi's birthday.

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Yoruichi had rigged up an aluminum pole on a stand and appeared to be ready to throw down.

"No, no, I think you should trust showerporpoise-qG82b on this one."

“I just want to make an omelet.”

Yoruichi drew in a slow breath. "Teaching isn't my forte. My current style is eclectic, instinctive, and relies on speed. It's not for training—it's for killing." She turned her head and locked gazes. Golds gleamed. "Dumbing it down would insult you, but I doubt you'd learn much if I kept it smart."

"You will not laugh! You will not cry! You will learn by the numbers! I will teach you! Now get up! Get on your feet!"

"You know the movie White Men Can't Jump? '92, not '23. You could make something similar called Shinigami Can't Withstand G's."

"So, was anyone going to tell me I was in Marvel Rivals, or...?"

"Hey there, demons; it's me: ya boy."

"It's impressive you remember anything of it at all, considering the state you were in that one time."

Yoruichi reclined some, crossing one leg over the other. "There are many different styles and people customize it heavily; few are willing to teach—Kensei might be up to scrap though?"

Yoruichi was definitely adding secretly fleece-lined pants and leggings to her shop inventory in the Seireitei.

𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 , 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐊𝐔 - 𝐒𝐀𝐍 !

ᯓᡣ𐭩 #MVRP , #BLEACHRP

"That sounds like an incredibly smart, sassy, beautiful-titted bitch that said that."

Putting away the ice cream where it could be easily found in the local freezer, Yoruichi returned with a cold glass of water and handed it over. "Well, at least it looks like I'm not gonna have to hold your hair back. Good."

She let it happen, before giving a head pat and taking away the container and spoon in a light but decisive way. "I meant when you wake up. You'll want to save some for then: sugar will help with a hangover. You need anything else right now? Water? Pillow?"

"I can understand that," Yoruichi initially offered. Real people always were more interesting.

Thereafter, she heard out Chad's full reply, nodding slightly and humming. "11th, huh. Do you find working against zanpakutō more engaging and varied than focusing on pure melee?"

Yoruichi put a blanket over Tatsuki. "Have some more ice cream then. It'll help."

"What you should be asking yourself is: why settle for just red flags, when you can have *infrared* flags?"

"Have you ever really thought about how a pair of reject Planeteers made 11th Division completely non-combat effective in two or three hours without even using anything as strong as Shikai?"

"You!... The one who is moving now! Experience Bij."

"You know, Heisenberg in Resident Evil 8 is really just Metal Kisuke."

"Haah?" Yoruichi questioned, before chuckling. "Have Yukio's simulations gotten that boring already?" She flicked her fingers outward a little. "Well, I suppose it'd be hard to make NPCs as goofy as the real thing. So what's more thrilling than high-G training? Is Renji still game?"

"Show me your motivation."

"Be chill, young homie. I'm merely clowning on you. For your good sportsmanship, I shall give you a rare and treasured prize."