[CLOSED]

[clockingout]

· WHO: Reno (clockingout) and Rangiku (moar_sake_plz)
· WHAT: The two realize that their window shattering attempts aren't going to well, and decide to mull things over a good drink.
· WHERE: Starting in the kitchen, might eventually move to the wine cellar because, well... duh.
· WHEN: November 23, Day (after this)
· HOW: ...I still don't get the HOW part. B| ONGOING.

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[moar_sake_plz]

Rangiku walked down the dark hallways, her feet stepping quietly across the floor. Quietly straightening the zanpakutou on her waist, Rangiku warily eyed the empty hallways. Rounding a corner, Rangiku saw the light coming from the kitchen at the end of the hall. Stepping quietly, Rangiku approached the open kitchen door. She peered inside to see if someone was currently there.

“Are you the famous dead man walking Reno?” Rangiku asks as she steps into the kitchen and smile brightly.

[clockingout]

"Famous, huh? That's a new one," he had to ignore the fact that almost everything could be considered a 'new one' right now. "You Rangiku?"

And to think that Reno had half-expected to see chains dangling from her. Not that he was disappointed that she was just a normal girl-- monsters were the last thing he needed. But he wouldn't have been surprised, either. What was it that she had been shrieking about earlier? Her weapon being lazy and self-centered?

Sometimes it was better not to ask.

[moar_sake_plz]

"The one and only~" She said as she took a seat. As she made quick assessment basically on what she saw about him, though she tried to keep neutral face.

He didn't seem to be dead, no chains hanging from his chest, but there was something not quite living vibe she got. If he really was a dead man walking, then he defied everything she knows about spirit. She also tried to assess his reiatsu, unless he really good in control it, he's just a normal human.

"By the way, I couldn't cut the front door."

[clockingout]

Shrugging slightly, Reno gave her a nod. He'd have a hard time believing that he never tried the door himself, since the general consensus seemed to be that he'd been here for a while. It meant that the main entrance would be just as hard to take out as the windows were. "You're shocked to find out? After the trouble the windows gave us, I can't say the doors would be much easier t'open."

A shame there was nothing they could use to blow the damn thing up.

...Then again, given the previous results, maybe that wasn't the best of ideas. He'd like to keep his head attached to his shoulders-- and rest of his limbs in place, too.

"Looks like there's nothing in the fridge," he told her, shuffling a few cans of vegetables around. Where the hell do they keep their alcohol in here?