[Backdated to Yesterday]

Happy Birthday, Kisuke!

[ Yoruichi appears before the screen, looking directly at it. She, like all others is affected by the event, however she had abandoned that inhumaine torture device known as a corset, and the overly large dress (which can been seen behind her in a pile of fluffed petticoat and a dress made of sort orange, red, and black. Along with said torture ( Read more... )

[ Yoruichi is sitting amongst a pile of clothes, some hers, others that aren't. Be it to small, or far to large, everything is in heaps in a semi-circle around the violet-haired shinigami. However in her lap she is holding a small bundle of sliken black fabric, that when she holds it up it looks to be that of a cocktail dress, that if anyone ( Read more... )

Kisuke~

[ And yes that's a little louder then normal call for her beloved partner both over the PCD, and over the roof and into the house. Because that's where's she's been, hanging on the roof sunbathing. After everything that's been happening, she needs a little bit of that down time ]

I have something to tell you~

[ And she cuts the feed ( Read more... )

[ When the video clicks on, it just seems to be dangling high above ground, and from the tree trunk just in the corner of the screen, it is obvious that his owner has found themselves up in the branches, a mini-hoard of little white rabbits down below. ]

Good thing you little fur-balls can't climb too well, huh? Though, I guess you little guys ( Read more... )

[ Turning the PCD on, Yoruichi sets it aside for a moment. She's in one of the not-so-new new Japanese houses, knelt beside a fire pit in the main room, and old, recently cleaned, cast iron pot hangs above it, half filled with water. Her hair is pulled back, a single stick holding the violet locks up. She is wearing an old, thread-bare uchikake, ( Read more... )

[ It's high up, which is probably one of the first things that can be noticed. That is, if the lights scattered here and there below are any in dictation. It is also raining, not as obvious, considering it is dark out, but the soft pitter-patter of the drops can be heard.

More distinctly there is humming. It is slow, soft, any almost mournful ( Read more... )