Characters:
pimpcoatbankai and
snowburnedDate/Time: 06/16
Location: Soukyoku Hill Outside the Bazaar
Rating: As always, PG-13 for Toushi's mouth.
Summary: Deja vu is a funny thing, especially when it gets warped. Toushi needs to be rescued from a strangely familiar predicament, and Kazahana gets to do the honours.
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This was fucking ridiculous.
Toushi tried his level best to keep his temper, and his patience, but it was proving to be very difficult considering that he was currently suspended hundreds of feet in the air, arms outstretched and feet dangling, attached to some kind of scaffold and wearing nothing but a white robe that was far too short for his comfort and really rather draughty, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to get out of the situation. He didn't even have Zangetsu and... was that a collar around his neck?
He also did not like the feeling that this was weirdly familiar but also that something was incredibly, annoyingly wrong with this set-up.
"Oi. OI! Someone get me down right now! This is a fucking joke! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT?!"