Crack Dream, Ahoy~ragged_soldierJuly 23 2010, 18:36:50 UTC
[Kakuzu found himself walking among the streets of Anatole, simply counting the money that he had made for today as he was making his way back to his apartment. Over the past few days, he was starting to become a little mellow, what with not having to see his foul-mouthed partner forever. In fact, you might say that he's becoming used to it
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God I lolled. [Video]eatadickJuly 23 2010, 22:26:51 UTC
[Things had been strange for the past few days, but at least he had a place to stay for the moment. Now he just had to decide whether or not the fuckers would make a good sacrifice. He'd been out killing monsters, gathering just enough money to buy himself weapons and scrape by. If he honestly thought about it, he didn't give a shit about money.
And things had been fucked up. He was trying to figure out how to make his Hitomi stop beeping, when he accidentally hit a wrong button while banging the thing against a rock, and found himself viewing a dream.
...a dream from someone very familiar.
He turned on the video feed and laughed.]
I knew you liked me, Kakuzu. You're having a dreams about me!
[Nevermind that it was more of a nightmare. That didn't matter at all.]
It was the only thing I could think of. xD [Video]ragged_soldierJuly 23 2010, 22:53:24 UTC
[What. What is this. First this happens and now his Forge (which, if he'll wake up soon, is actually a Hitomi after being transported here for a weird reason) suddenly turns itself on to show yet another Hidan.
God, this was not his day. It took about a minute before he snapped out of just standing there and glared at the screen.]
You have about 10 seconds to explain to me as to what the heck is going on here. NOW.
"Kakuzu, Kakuzu! I have to go to the bathroom, but I don't know where the hell it is!"
A+ TO YOU. [Video]eatadickJuly 23 2010, 23:04:13 UTC
[He blinks.]
What the fuck do you mean I have to explain? Kakuzu! That's fucking bullshit!
[Five seconds wasted. Damn.
He sighs and shrugs.]
Fucking place is called Kannagara or some shit. Everyone else thinks there are fucking gods and shit running the show. I was brought here because Jashin willed it, praise his name.
[And he bowed his head reverently before continuing.]
Will anyone reaaad this~ 'cuz it's long~afterdreamsdieJuly 24 2010, 02:08:53 UTC
Fire. It sent chills down Hinamori’s body. Yes, she is the one who started it… but, but…! It was never meant for this purpose, it was never meant to burn those she loved… Those she cared for. “Aizen…” She whispered, as she stood. Hinamori’s voice was too quiet to hear, her very soft, shacking voice was easily being covered by the resounding screams of her falling comrades.
She never wanted this. She never wanted war…!
For her, she was oddly cold. One might say that she felt apathy towards what was happening. But, sadly that wasn’t the case. Hitsugaya’s scream was the loudest, or maybe that was just her. The blood surrounded her, she could smell it, see it… feel it. Not only was the blood slowly but successfully scaring her for most likely the entirety of her life, but the blood of the people she held close… protected with her own life… On her own hands, how can this happen? That was an idiot’s question. If Aizen Sousuke is behind it well, anything is possible
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[Video] no worries this was fine! .... also XD hinamomo is apparently her nickname.pinknomnomJuly 24 2010, 12:12:04 UTC
[ At first, Yachiru doesn't know what is happening. The little talking box is suddenly springing to life with all these images and when she touched it, oh. Oh. She knew it was very, very bad, to be watching whatever it was that she was watching, but watching is what she does. Watching is what she always does. And this blood, so much of it, is familiar, like the streets of Kusajishi before Ken-chan found her. When the world was an endless spray of red and people falling down, large dolls rotting in the street and her hands were always covered with it. She came from it. From a red world like this. But she doesn't understand what she is feeling when she holds onto the little box filled with images and Hinamomo in the middle of it all. Yachiru doesn't ever feel this way. There is a sharp stabbing twisting pain inside, and it is not like the pain from being cut, because that pain is an alive pain, a good pain. Not like this. This. This is bad. This makes Yachiru want to cut into herself and cut that thing out of her
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[Video] Aww, thanks~ I thought it would just be Hina~ XDafterdreamsdieJuly 24 2010, 15:25:27 UTC
[ Her eyes were half opened, her breathing was fast as she took in quick breaths. There were more like gasps for air. Hinamori raised a hand to place it gently on her Zanpakuto. Her only still leaving friend, well... She hoped that was the case. ]
You won't leave me and betray me...[ She said, voice hitched as if she was on the verge of crying.]
Right...?[ Hinamori knew that crying won't help, it never did. Not now not ever. Crying was simply an act she had gotten enough of and probably sick of, she wanted to sleep... with no nightmares just sleep. At times like she wondered if death would have been batter.]
[She's walking along the halls of the mansion, carpet soft under her bare feet, the silence absolute. Somehow, she's in that grey dress, though she'd never put it on voluntarily.
A door without an X. Mel opens it, steps in, and finds herself outside.
The muted roar of waves, salt in the air. The sky is a pastel watercolor, pale orange and lavender. Mel paces to the edge of the water, lets it wash over her feet. She'll never see the ocean again in real life.
There's someone else here, a vague shape coming closer along the shore. It resolves itself into a tall, dark-haired young man, who holds out his hand to her. Mel's reaching for it, smiling, when he changes, shrinks in on himself, washes out to white.
"You never said goodbye," Near tells her, his expression flat, but his tone sharp.
"I couldn't. You fucking know that!"
"Language, Mihaela."
She doesn't just wince, she bows over, curling in on herself, hands lifting of their own accord to cover her ears. If I didn't hear it, you didn't say it.When she lifts her head again, she'
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[Mail hates this. He hates waking up in strange, random places - especially places without an actual floor.
Or a bed.
He fell asleep with his girlfriend in his arms - and then woke up in a field? Not cool, crazy mansion, he can't help thinking as he walks along. At least he has a cell phone? Or... a walkie talkie? He's not entirely sure what it is he found resting in the palm of his hand when he awoke, but he knew what it was meant for.
Taking a deep breath, he stopped for a minute and clicked the button:]
[Mel has nothing to fear from people seeing her face, not anymore, but there's someone whose face she doesn't want anyone to see, not in a place like this, where she knows for damn sure there's at least one enemy around.]
[The wind is fierce - much worse than he remembers. Things are bad again, and Mihael can barely see through the snow. He can't stop himself now, and he just keeps running and running, unable to tell where he's going or why or when he'll get there - but he needs her, and wants her, and can't have her. He should stop but suddenly-
There she is. A flurry of long brown hair, her back turned to him. She turns, just a little, and the brown of her eyes meets the blue of his own, her lips curling slightly in that soft, sexy smirk-
He blinks. She's gone. The sun is bright, the grass is dewy, and the snow is gone. He is... somewhere that he does not recognize.
Anxiety floods him as he stands, looking around. His fingers tighten around the device that has been left in his hand, and he inspects it a moment before clicking the button on the side. It appears to be a radio of some sort.]
Da... Would anyone of help be about? I am Lieutenant Mihael Keehl, asking instant assistance.
[He's not sure of the functionality of the babelfish mechanism in
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[Mel actually knows to whom this dream must belong before he announces himself (and she winces, involuntarily, when he states his name). She's heard about Irina, and hesitates to contact her double, feeling quite strange about having invaded his privacy, however much she couldn't help it. But he's more than her friend, he's her, and he needs help. The video shows her slightly sleep-mussed herself.]
[He brings the screen close to his face, squinting at it in confusion.] Melkaya? That is you? You-
[Deep breaths, Keehl, he tells himself.] We are where? [Nevermind the flushing at the possibility that she saw his dream - for he knows he saw hers - Mihael's determined to find her first and ask questions next.
Looking around, he spots a village not too far from where he is.] You are there? Near those buildings? [She may be just himself with female body parts, but the lieutenant knows that she would not remain in a field for long.]
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And things had been fucked up. He was trying to figure out how to make his Hitomi stop beeping, when he accidentally hit a wrong button while banging the thing against a rock, and found himself viewing a dream.
...a dream from someone very familiar.
He turned on the video feed and laughed.]
I knew you liked me, Kakuzu. You're having a dreams about me!
[Nevermind that it was more of a nightmare. That didn't matter at all.]
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God, this was not his day. It took about a minute before he snapped out of just standing there and glared at the screen.]
You have about 10 seconds to explain to me as to what the heck is going on here. NOW.
"Kakuzu, Kakuzu! I have to go to the bathroom, but I don't know where the hell it is!"
[Facepalms and merely points to the left.]
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What the fuck do you mean I have to explain? Kakuzu! That's fucking bullshit!
[Five seconds wasted. Damn.
He sighs and shrugs.]
Fucking place is called Kannagara or some shit. Everyone else thinks there are fucking gods and shit running the show. I was brought here because Jashin willed it, praise his name.
[And he bowed his head reverently before continuing.]
Fucking heathens are everywhere.
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She never wanted this. She never wanted war…!
For her, she was oddly cold. One might say that she felt apathy towards what was happening. But, sadly that wasn’t the case. Hitsugaya’s scream was the loudest, or maybe that was just her. The blood surrounded her, she could smell it, see it… feel it. Not only was the blood slowly but successfully scaring her for most likely the entirety of her life, but the blood of the people she held close… protected with her own life… On her own hands, how can this happen? That was an idiot’s question. If Aizen Sousuke is behind it well, anything is possible ( ... )
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You won't leave me and betray me...[ She said, voice hitched as if she was on the verge of crying.]
Right...?[ Hinamori knew that crying won't help, it never did. Not now not ever. Crying was simply an act she had gotten enough of and probably sick of, she wanted to sleep... with no nightmares just sleep. At times like she wondered if death would have been batter.]
Damn you, Aizen...
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[ Unhappily yelled at the talking box. ]
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A door without an X. Mel opens it, steps in, and finds herself outside.
The muted roar of waves, salt in the air. The sky is a pastel watercolor, pale orange and lavender. Mel paces to the edge of the water, lets it wash over her feet. She'll never see the ocean again in real life.
There's someone else here, a vague shape coming closer along the shore. It resolves itself into a tall, dark-haired young man, who holds out his hand to her. Mel's reaching for it, smiling, when he changes, shrinks in on himself, washes out to white.
"You never said goodbye," Near tells her, his expression flat, but his tone sharp.
"I couldn't. You fucking know that!"
"Language, Mihaela."
She doesn't just wince, she bows over, curling in on herself, hands lifting of their own accord to cover her ears. If I didn't hear it, you didn't say it.When she lifts her head again, she' ( ... )
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Or a bed.
He fell asleep with his girlfriend in his arms - and then woke up in a field? Not cool, crazy mansion, he can't help thinking as he walks along. At least he has a cell phone? Or... a walkie talkie? He's not entirely sure what it is he found resting in the palm of his hand when he awoke, but he knew what it was meant for.
Taking a deep breath, he stopped for a minute and clicked the button:]
H-Hello? Anyone-
[Deep breaths, Mail. Deeeeeeeeeep breaths.]
Anyone there that can help a guy out?
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Liebling?
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[Wow, this thing has video too? he thinks as he blinks at the image of his girlfriend on the screen. That's a pretty cool turn of events.
But he knows his dork is showing, even though he hasn't said anything, so he just continues on as though it's the most normal thing ever.
Which it is. This week, anyway.]
Angel, what's going on? Where are you? [He looks around a little, mostly blindly, because it's brighter than he's used to in the mansion.] Where am I?
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There she is. A flurry of long brown hair, her back turned to him. She turns, just a little, and the brown of her eyes meets the blue of his own, her lips curling slightly in that soft, sexy smirk-
He blinks. She's gone. The sun is bright, the grass is dewy, and the snow is gone. He is... somewhere that he does not recognize.
Anxiety floods him as he stands, looking around. His fingers tighten around the device that has been left in his hand, and he inspects it a moment before clicking the button on the side. It appears to be a radio of some sort.]
Da... Would anyone of help be about? I am Lieutenant Mihael Keehl, asking instant assistance.
[He's not sure of the functionality of the babelfish mechanism in ( ... )
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Lieutenant. You too, huh?
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[Deep breaths, Keehl, he tells himself.] We are where? [Nevermind the flushing at the possibility that she saw his dream - for he knows he saw hers - Mihael's determined to find her first and ask questions next.
Looking around, he spots a village not too far from where he is.] You are there? Near those buildings? [She may be just himself with female body parts, but the lieutenant knows that she would not remain in a field for long.]
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[She sits up and finger-combs her hair with the hand not holding the Hitomi.]
We're someplace called Kannagara. It's like the mansion, but it casts a wider net for who it drags in.
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