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Characters: Ganju, Iba, OPEN
When: April 2nd, 2009
Where: Streets of Seireitei
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ridin' around on a boar. Possibly running over people on a boar. Just trying to get him a little more involved in stuff!
There was one thing to be said about the reclusive nature of the Shiba household. With this virus going around, Ganju was pretty much guaranteed with the knowledge that his sister would not get sick. Who would she catch it from? Thank the stars, NO ONE, because the only thing scarier than an angry Kuukaku was a sick Kuukaku who was perpetually irritated and furious instead of just suffering one of her brief outbursts. When Kuukaku ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
And now, he was on a mission. Not a very important world-shattering mission, true, but it gave him something to do and a reason to feel like he was accomplishing something useful. The satchel of medicinal supplies picked up from the North Second District of the Rukongai was lashed securely to the haunches of his trusty steed so it wouldn't get bounced and jostled too greatly in transit. "Outta the way, comin' through, watcherself!" he shouted, as Bonnie's cloven hooves pounded the white flagstones of the Seireitei streets. He leaned forward as though to make himself more aerodynamic (though in reality it was to avoid being knocked off the saddle by a low-hanging sign...which HAD happened before), the tails of his green bandanna fluttering behind him.
The supply delivery wasn't urgent. Not really. But Bonnie had never been all that sedate when it came to transporting Ganju from Point A to Point B. It was all or nothing, a thunderous gallop or complete lack of motion. He shouted out his warnings as best he could, his loud booming voice just barely overcoming the deafening rumble of the mighty boar's progression by a few decibels. If people didn't make way, then, uh... He'd apologize later. Maybe.
(OOC: Iba needs a tag!)
When: April 2nd, 2009
Where: Streets of Seireitei
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ridin' around on a boar. Possibly running over people on a boar. Just trying to get him a little more involved in stuff!
There was one thing to be said about the reclusive nature of the Shiba household. With this virus going around, Ganju was pretty much guaranteed with the knowledge that his sister would not get sick. Who would she catch it from? Thank the stars, NO ONE, because the only thing scarier than an angry Kuukaku was a sick Kuukaku who was perpetually irritated and furious instead of just suffering one of her brief outbursts. When Kuukaku ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
And now, he was on a mission. Not a very important world-shattering mission, true, but it gave him something to do and a reason to feel like he was accomplishing something useful. The satchel of medicinal supplies picked up from the North Second District of the Rukongai was lashed securely to the haunches of his trusty steed so it wouldn't get bounced and jostled too greatly in transit. "Outta the way, comin' through, watcherself!" he shouted, as Bonnie's cloven hooves pounded the white flagstones of the Seireitei streets. He leaned forward as though to make himself more aerodynamic (though in reality it was to avoid being knocked off the saddle by a low-hanging sign...which HAD happened before), the tails of his green bandanna fluttering behind him.
The supply delivery wasn't urgent. Not really. But Bonnie had never been all that sedate when it came to transporting Ganju from Point A to Point B. It was all or nothing, a thunderous gallop or complete lack of motion. He shouted out his warnings as best he could, his loud booming voice just barely overcoming the deafening rumble of the mighty boar's progression by a few decibels. If people didn't make way, then, uh... He'd apologize later. Maybe.
(OOC: Iba needs a tag!)