[ For the majority of the week, Yoruichi has been avoiding the TV's, because of their current content. It's upsetting, seeing as though she is unable to do anything until the week is through. So here it is, just hours away from reset when her 'berry is knocked on, showing Yoru sitting in the center of her bed, her back against the wall. Her hair is ( Read more... )

[ Here is Yoruichi. Yes, she's been quiet, but she doesn't have much to say. Besides, her time is more often then not tracking, and following what little information she can gather around this place. Either that or she has spent her time running around as a cat dodging peoples feet as she does.

Anyhow, at this moment, she's not to far inside the ( Read more... )

[ Fully clothed this week, Yoruichi is currently sitting crossed legged, her fingers curled over her knees, the berry sitting in front of the shinigami, facing up at a focused face, her eyes closed, brows knit, and her lips pressed in a tight line ( Read more... )

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[ The girl standing in the middle of the room, looking around looks no more then about fifteen or sixteen, wearing a white Onmitskidou uniform that slits up the thigh, even though it barely reaches mid thigh, where just below a long pair of stockings cover the rest of her legs.

She frowns, placing her hands firmly on her hips. ]He-Hey Kisuke ( Read more... )

[ Long, curling strands of purple fanned out messily over white linens and dark skin. Arms resting somewhere amongst the strands -under and over- were wrapped in bandages, clean, and neatly tied ( Read more... )

[ So many cries of surprise. So many complaints. So very many cries of anger and frustration and confusion. However one has taken it all in stride. After last week, becoming a male is nothing rather to concern herself with. Himself. Whatever ( Read more... )

[ The sigh is long, and low; muffled. It sounds out from a shaded darkness, tiny glimmers of light peeking through, giving off the very blurred vision of dark skinned fingers ( Read more... )

[ 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 ( Read more... )