[The surroundings are quiet, definitely too open and empty to be within the city walls. After a moment, Hitsugaya walks into view with a handful of apples and sets them down on the ground. All except one. He throws it into the air once and then catches it, giving it an appraising look. Then he pulls out Hyourinmaru ( Read more... )

[At exactly midnight, the moment the event ends, a wave of frigid energy bursts outward radially from Juubantai House in the Northwestern Quarter. Christmas in July.

Five minutes later...]

You are not under attack. It is under control. The storm will end shortly.

[Yeah, no. That's it.]

[This is Hitsugaya. This is the river.

This is Hitsugaya dunking his head into the river.

He'll come up. Eventually. Maybe.

But not before the feed times out.]

[The PCD turns on with a bit of static and a few merciless drops of rain before Hitsugaya kicks it lightly beneath a shelter. An ice shelter, to be exact. There's a wall of ice about six feet high situated between the river and Juubantai House, and atop part of the wall is a make-shift roof under which one or two small persons can hide from the ( Read more... )

If you need me, I'll be in the river.

[Yes. He said what you think he said. No. He's not explaining himself.]

[When Hinamori Momo died, Hitsugaya toppled tables and attacked Uchiha Sasuke. When Hino Rei died, Hitsugaya got frustrated with Tsukino Usagi and marched out to kill things in the wastes. What's most frightening about this particular recording is that Hitsugaya Toushirou just saw Sasuke die earlier that day, and he doesn't look the slightest bit ( Read more... )

[Hitsugaya turns on the PCD and sets it down so that it captures the landscape before walking off screen. The recording is obviously on purpose, but the point behind it impossible to guess. Well, you know, until one realizes that what resides in the viewable landscape is Saul Samaren's old residence ( Read more... )

((ooc: Dated to right after this conversation.))

If you're going to go outside, put on a jacket.

[He'll be seeing you shortly, Kenchan.]

[When the PCD begins recording, there are a few small thumps and a frustrated groan heard from a fair distance away. The device itself is facing downward, and the noises are muffled, probably by something draped over the PCD ( Read more... )

[His tone is slightly strained, the tone of someone who's probably tired of listening to people talk about waiting out the blizzard.]

Don't assume this storm will end soon. It won't. I doubt it's even halfway fulfilled its course.

I suggest you deal with any necessities before it gets worse, not after.