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Who: Izuru (sealship), Gin (gintsune)
What: An Ex-captain goes to retrieve his mindfucked lieutenant.
Where: The dock.
When: Present.
The third division traitor was in excellent spirits as he strode the unfamiliar path toward the docks. It was one of the many places he'd yet to visit in this strange city - while he had planned on scouting out the entirety of the area early on, the induction of a map into their communication devices had negated that need. In most cases, this was a good thing - particularly for Gin - who was granted time alone with his thoughts, alone to consider the best means of squeezing the life from those in this place and leaving it in dust.
It was just his luck, that luck which never seemed to run out, that Kira-kun would've shown up. And from such a convenient time - Rangiku was almost more difficult to deal with, because she knew more. At the same time, she had more basis to trust him. More hesitance in betraying him, and above all else, a devotion more deeply rooted than poor Izuru's - the little lost puppy that had followed so blindly for so long.
They were linked. Those two were linked without him, by him, and that made it all the better - because if he kept one of their trust it would mean weakness in them both. And if they were both weak, they would both follow - whether they thought it right or not.
Whether they had a choice or not.
Gin stopped short of stepping onto the dock itself. It was quiet, save for the lap of the waves - which almost seemed strange where the rest of this place was so silent. With lithe fingers curled relaxedly over Shinsou's hilt, Ichimaru stood - back to the city, staring out into the nothingness that spanned before him. He waited, waited to sense the familiar Reiatsu - curious as to whether it would be hostile or pathetically docile as he'd come to expect.
What: An Ex-captain goes to retrieve his mindfucked lieutenant.
Where: The dock.
When: Present.
The third division traitor was in excellent spirits as he strode the unfamiliar path toward the docks. It was one of the many places he'd yet to visit in this strange city - while he had planned on scouting out the entirety of the area early on, the induction of a map into their communication devices had negated that need. In most cases, this was a good thing - particularly for Gin - who was granted time alone with his thoughts, alone to consider the best means of squeezing the life from those in this place and leaving it in dust.
It was just his luck, that luck which never seemed to run out, that Kira-kun would've shown up. And from such a convenient time - Rangiku was almost more difficult to deal with, because she knew more. At the same time, she had more basis to trust him. More hesitance in betraying him, and above all else, a devotion more deeply rooted than poor Izuru's - the little lost puppy that had followed so blindly for so long.
They were linked. Those two were linked without him, by him, and that made it all the better - because if he kept one of their trust it would mean weakness in them both. And if they were both weak, they would both follow - whether they thought it right or not.
Whether they had a choice or not.
Gin stopped short of stepping onto the dock itself. It was quiet, save for the lap of the waves - which almost seemed strange where the rest of this place was so silent. With lithe fingers curled relaxedly over Shinsou's hilt, Ichimaru stood - back to the city, staring out into the nothingness that spanned before him. He waited, waited to sense the familiar Reiatsu - curious as to whether it would be hostile or pathetically docile as he'd come to expect.