Dreamscape : Unohana

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Characters: Unohana Retsu (bunny_flower), OPEN.
When: Dreamscape event.
Where: Unohana's mind
Rating:PG to R for possible gore and violence.
Summary: Inside the head of a shinigami captain.

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Friday, First ward

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The two rows of people reappeared, but the line-up had changed up slightly. The old man was still presiding, but quite a few of the captains had changed. Unohana's hairstyle was now identical to the one she was sporting in adtsringendum.

The dark-skinned woman was gone, her place taken by a fair-skinned girl with slanted eyes. On Unohana's other side, the older man was gone, replaced by a dark-haired man wearing exactly the same scarf. Next to him was the captain called Kyouraku Shunsui, then a kid with a shock of white hair and a look of boredome on his face. The last one on this side was Kurotsuchi Mayuri, bearing a haori with the number 12.

On the other side, the line had changed quite a lot too. There was an empty space first, then a man with glasses and brown hair wearin glasses and the number five, a masked giant bearin the number seven, a dark-skinned man with blind eyes bearin the number nine, and Zaraki Kempachi Kenpachi with the number eleven. Another spot was empty next to him.

Again, another man wearing a white haori, this time with the number three in his back, stepped up next to Joutarou, but did not seem to notice him. His hair was white, and his face was grinning, but not in any way that made him look nice and friendly.

"We require explanations about your behavior, Third Division Captain Ichimaru Gin," the old man said.

"Heh ? I get called here fer an emergency meeting, and y'all are lookin' like someone died. Ya mean ev'ryone gathered here fer lil' old me ? Ah, not ev'ryone ... Where's the captain of the Thirteenth ?"

"He is very ill," the blind man said.

"Again ? Poor thing."

"Are ya playin' with us ?" Zaraki boomed. "Didn't get called here for socializin'. You went an dplayed with a Ryoka, didn' ya ? And ya didn't even kill'em. You wanna make us believce someone like ya can't even kill five or six Ryoka ?"

"Ooops, he wasn't dead ?" the white-haired man said. "Damn, coulda sworn he was. Must be gettin' rusty."

"Stop fooling around," Mayuri interrupted. "It would be unbelievable for a captain-class shinigami to mistake the amount of reiatsu coming from the body. Unless your abilities have declined so much that your are incapable of it."

The white-haired kid rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "And there you go. Why do old people fight all the time ?"

There as some more squabbling, Unohana watching in silence, until the old man hit the floor with his cane and interrupted with a loud "Enough !"

He was about to deliver a sentence when an alarm bell rang, and the captains all but scattered, the memory fading again, leavin the meeting room empty with only a gigantic kanji for one in a black losange behind the old man's chair.

Re: Friday, First ward

[istoppedtime]

Enough, enough. It was more than fascinating, it was fantastic and perverse, and he couldn't keep with it - watching her, seeing her past and her secrets. Jotaro took a step back, then another - not turning around, but definitely on his way out of the room.

He needed to regain control.

Finally he turned, leaving the room behind him - it was an effort, but a worthwhile one. He walked down the corridor. No more rooms, and perhaps he'll forget it all when he woke up.

Perhaps.

((OOC: >_< It's really interesting but he's determined not to look anymore... so unless he somehow runs across living quarters Uno he'll be trying to leave now.))