[Week 28 day 7]
Who: Mayuri and Nemu
Status: Closed
Style: Prose, past tense
Where: At the Himorogi
When: Week 28, Day 7 - Nemu's arrival
Rating: Let's say PG-13 for now, will edit if it changes
Warnings: Possible physical and verbal abuse
Summary: Family reunion of father and daughter, creator and creature
Mayuri walked back along the paths which he had just trod. True, it hadn’t been a far walk at all but it was still so damn annoying. Nemu, ever the incompetent one, had shown up 2 days late.
Whether it was due to improper use of the Garganta or if there really were “gods” that pulled people - no, beings - into this world, to have to backtrack so soon was unacceptable. He had a lab to build! It may be a help to have an extra set of hands but on the other hand had he been properly prepared he could have collect much data off her. But science waits for no single man, as it were. Discovery rushes on ahead, whether you are ready for it or not.
The large tree - apparently called the Himorogi - was in view, looming ever large as Mayuri stomped closer. Time may dissipate another man’s anger but not Kurotsuchi Mayuri. It just fueled him more. Pulled into a new world, forced to play nice by flowers of all things, and now having to go fetch Nemu - and he would have to fetch her, otherwise she’d just get lost or attacked by bandits or something else irritating - it was so frustrating!
In the morning he knew he’d be back to himself, relishing this chance to explore and discover this new world. Unlimited possibilities, just waiting for someone to take initiative and start making them a reality. Right now, however, pity the creature that crosses his path. He’d love a chance to test his zanpakuto here on something or someone.
Mayuri crests another hill and can now pick Nemu out from the scenery. He lengthens his stride, smoothing it a little from the crushing he had been currently giving the ground with his feet. He’s not going to appear like he rushed to get here nor like he’s happy to see her. There’s enough truth and lie in that thought that even he can’t really make heads or tails of it.
Status: Closed
Style: Prose, past tense
Where: At the Himorogi
When: Week 28, Day 7 - Nemu's arrival
Rating: Let's say PG-13 for now, will edit if it changes
Warnings: Possible physical and verbal abuse
Summary: Family reunion of father and daughter, creator and creature
Mayuri walked back along the paths which he had just trod. True, it hadn’t been a far walk at all but it was still so damn annoying. Nemu, ever the incompetent one, had shown up 2 days late.
Whether it was due to improper use of the Garganta or if there really were “gods” that pulled people - no, beings - into this world, to have to backtrack so soon was unacceptable. He had a lab to build! It may be a help to have an extra set of hands but on the other hand had he been properly prepared he could have collect much data off her. But science waits for no single man, as it were. Discovery rushes on ahead, whether you are ready for it or not.
The large tree - apparently called the Himorogi - was in view, looming ever large as Mayuri stomped closer. Time may dissipate another man’s anger but not Kurotsuchi Mayuri. It just fueled him more. Pulled into a new world, forced to play nice by flowers of all things, and now having to go fetch Nemu - and he would have to fetch her, otherwise she’d just get lost or attacked by bandits or something else irritating - it was so frustrating!
In the morning he knew he’d be back to himself, relishing this chance to explore and discover this new world. Unlimited possibilities, just waiting for someone to take initiative and start making them a reality. Right now, however, pity the creature that crosses his path. He’d love a chance to test his zanpakuto here on something or someone.
Mayuri crests another hill and can now pick Nemu out from the scenery. He lengthens his stride, smoothing it a little from the crushing he had been currently giving the ground with his feet. He’s not going to appear like he rushed to get here nor like he’s happy to see her. There’s enough truth and lie in that thought that even he can’t really make heads or tails of it.