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[revvelations]

Secret Post 362

I could make better secrets than these in my sleep.

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[curtainwizard]

That building's a hideous piece of architecture.

[wrathoflove]

Looks like it's falling over.

[curtainwizard]

Overpriced graffiti. And are those denim cargo pants?

How have you been, Kurosaki-kun?

[wrathoflove]

Maybe he needs sturdy extra pockets ... on his knees.

Yeah, m'alright. How about you, Light?

[curtainwizard]

Oh, it's been interesting. But isn't it always?

I'm sorry if Ryuuzaki pestered you before.

[wrathoflove]

Sometimes it's damned dull, but I don't mind.

I learned a long time ago not to listen to hearsay; weirder guys than that have approached me before. I don't give a rat's ass how smart he thinks he is if he won't let me make up my own mind.

[curtainwizard]

And what conclusions are you drawing? Nothing that would shock my mother, I hope.

[wrathoflove]

Well, for one thing, I still think the power to kill someone with a notebook is lame.

[curtainwizard]

He's very convincing when he tells that story, I admit. Quite set on it.

[wrathoflove]

Story? Man, even Ishida said you were a serial-killer. He's annoying, but he doesn't lie. What I don't get is this weird view your friend had of shinigami being skeletons or something, no one I know looks like that. This one guy, Kenpachi? Farthest thing from scrawny you'll ever see.

[curtainwizard]

No, Ishida-kun's quite truthful, as I understand it. Intelligent. But - [one hand spreads: what can I do about it?] - I don't get much opportunity to prove myself to you people.

Your world has shinigami?

[wrathoflove]

Yeah, I'm a shinigami daiko.

[ Rooting around in his shihakushou, he presents Light with proof in the form of a badge. Eying Light critically at the subtle shift in tone, he doesn't mention it. Changing tack so fast, defense to chagrin? Wouldn't do to ever train this guy up with a zanpakutou, he's certain of that much. Battle tactics are something Ichigo's honed in on noticing, over time. ]

Part-time, in between school hours and what have you.

[curtainwizard]

[Light notices the increased attention - Ichigo's not someone much gets past, it seems - but likewise doesn't comment; he's giving the badge a careful once-over. It could just be any trinket; if there's a dark power hung around it, Light's not equipped to notice. Perhaps it's just the universe he comes from, but he's got all the reiatsu of a brick.

With its stylised skull, the badge reminds him of some of the trappings he's seen hanging around Ryuk. He passes it back, before offering his old impression of cool, calm distaste for the idea of death notes, or shinigami.]

It's true you don't look like any shinigami I've seen. They certainly aren't human. And you don't have the notebooks.

[wrathoflove]

No, but I've got a zanpakutou to reap souls with.

[ Thumbing over a shoulder at the meat-cleaveresque sword that sits on his back, Ichigo folds his arms. ]

They're really skeletons? I'll have to let Byakuya know; prissy guy, likes his hair ornaments. Back in Soul Society, where you go after you die, there's a military government called the Gotei Thirteen. I know some of the shinigami captains.

[curtainwizard]

["Prissy" is an accusation Light's familiar with in his own right; he's obsessive about his grooming, and almost invariably neat about his person. There's just time for him to allow a tiny smile of recognition, before the mention of Soul Society brings him up short. Wherever Light ended up after he died, it wasn't anywhere like that. Indeed, there should have been nowhere to end up. He'd never found an outright lie in any of the rules.

Still, he contains the lofty accusation you chop people up with a sword?]

What is it shinigami do in your world, exactly? From what I can make out, in ours they sit around and write names in notebooks. Ominous that they're up there watching us.

[wrathoflove]

[ He chops up Espada, notebook boy. Let's see you spend an afternoon with Grimmjow and not attempt to do the same thing; ten bucks on your impending insanity. ]

After you die, you either go on to be reborn in Soul Society or ... you linger, whether out of sadness or anger, and eventually become a monster without a heart called a hollow. When that happens, hollows try to eat other souls to substitute their own loneliness and if they eat enough, they evolve into human-like creatures called arrancar.

Anytime you see someone with what looks like bone fragments around their neck or head, don't piss 'em off. They move so quickly it's like instant teleportation and most of them'll either try and eat you or maim you. Kill any kind of hollow and it gets reborn to Soul Society.

I could go on, but it'd most likely bore you to death.