[ Gin's taking care of the Persimmon Tree Orchard he has in Rukongai, trimming the branches where necessary, bringing water over, checking the soil... He has plans to share the fruit of his efforts like he used to in Seireitei... Just now, most of it will go to children ( Read more... )

[In a mountainous region near what looks quite similar to Rukongai is a very familiar figure. Dressed in a tattered yukata, he sits on a rock whistling a tune... and appears to be attempting to carve something ( Read more... )

[ A stone skips across a small pond, with a fox-faced man watching it. He crouches down, his Hueco Mundonian robes flowing around him as he sits, watching the rock sink into the water with a calm splash. He smirks a bit, digging his thin fingers into the dirt and taking another smooth stone into hand, before chucking it, watching it sink heavily ( Read more... )

[Summer is ending and Gin can feel it. Of course, he doesn't have a calendar or any way to mark the days, but he can feel it, even before the leaves have started falling, and it's got him restless ( Read more... )

[There's been one lesson that's been continually reiterated into Gin's head since the beginning of his time within the Nexus: stay away from the area of Los Noches. Of course, it never really mattered who was telling that fact to him. If they expected that Gin was listening, they'd be a fool. He played along for a decent amount of time, yes, but ( Read more... )

[Chances are, if you're anywhere populated in the Neutral Zone (like the market, or a housing district. Heck, Gin is bold enough to even try the gates outside of Seireitei), something is going to feel... lighter. While a missing wallet could be excused by some (they could just wish up another, after all), to others, money is a very serious matter ( Read more... )

A soft breeze saw silver hair ruffle slightly, saw the grass around a lone figure snoozing in the fields under a tree shudder ever so slightly. Ichimaru Gin rested lightly under a tree in a field, finding nothing better to do with his time than to lounge about and hope that things wouldn't fall apart without his involvement in them ( Read more... )

[Standing right between two borders... To land near New Seireitei and Nueva Las Noches. His face is shadowed, and his expression is hard to identify, but he's quite deep in thought... Or so it seems right now. In his own world, the final fight was on... And it really was just a matter of time before everyone died. Aizen's new form... was very ( Read more... )

[ Well, he couldn't say the kid wasn't fast on his feet... But he had some good luck that time, being able to block that kind of shot from Kamishini no Yari, well... It was probably just a fluke that time, too. He ran forward, moving to start slashing repeatedly at the boy ( Read more... )

I know people like spring an' all, but this is the worst time fer persimmons. Even if I wish 'em up, they don't taste fresh ( Read more... )