1日 - The Fallen Goddess
[ The screen is half covered by fingers, black and gloved, they are loose, but beyond their haze, Yoruichi can be seen. She is sleeping silently, almost deadly still, and eerie look about her, like she just might not wake up. She does, shortly. It's slow, first a flicker of her eyelids, and the that first waking breath.
The fingers clench, and the screen goes black, but not off. She can still be heard.
That breath though. It is hard, and ragged; painful. She at once realizes this is not where she was, not where she is meant to be ]
Kisuke!
[ Kisuke is not here, something she mush realize soon enough.
Her hand loosens, once again exposing Yoruichi's face. She looks weary. Tired, like she slept too long, or maybe not enough. Her movements are stiff as she sits up, lacking in their feline grace anyone whom is familiar with her has come to know. They are painful too, painting her discomfort over her face with each move, each turn of her head, showing it most as her hand reaches up the the thin collar around her neck. Her other hand curls, tightening around the device, finally looking down at it, golden yellow eyes tired, curious.
She doesn’t look to long, turning away, looking around a little while longer before falling back so she is once again laying down, purple strands of hair billowing around her before settling limply, lifelessly against her shoulders. ]
Is this Aizen’s doing?
[ It is a valid question, to her at least. She had just been defeated by his hand, it would make sense if she had ended up some sort of living trophy for him. She pulls the device in her hands upward, looking at it carefully. She’s aware that it’s on, at least. She gives a long, soft sigh, sitting up again. ]
Where are the others?
[ Se sets the device aside, standing up, her face, though it can no longer be seen, is contorted with pain and discomfort, walking out of sight, pushing herself to further explore, to try and become familiar with her surroundings ]
The fingers clench, and the screen goes black, but not off. She can still be heard.
That breath though. It is hard, and ragged; painful. She at once realizes this is not where she was, not where she is meant to be ]
Kisuke!
[ Kisuke is not here, something she mush realize soon enough.
Her hand loosens, once again exposing Yoruichi's face. She looks weary. Tired, like she slept too long, or maybe not enough. Her movements are stiff as she sits up, lacking in their feline grace anyone whom is familiar with her has come to know. They are painful too, painting her discomfort over her face with each move, each turn of her head, showing it most as her hand reaches up the the thin collar around her neck. Her other hand curls, tightening around the device, finally looking down at it, golden yellow eyes tired, curious.
She doesn’t look to long, turning away, looking around a little while longer before falling back so she is once again laying down, purple strands of hair billowing around her before settling limply, lifelessly against her shoulders. ]
Is this Aizen’s doing?
[ It is a valid question, to her at least. She had just been defeated by his hand, it would make sense if she had ended up some sort of living trophy for him. She pulls the device in her hands upward, looking at it carefully. She’s aware that it’s on, at least. She gives a long, soft sigh, sitting up again. ]
Where are the others?
[ Se sets the device aside, standing up, her face, though it can no longer be seen, is contorted with pain and discomfort, walking out of sight, pushing herself to further explore, to try and become familiar with her surroundings ]