Power beyond containing...
Who: Kuchiki Rukia, Kurosaki Ichigo, (and maybe The Hollow later on)
When: Afternoon of March 27th
Where: Rukia's Place of Solace, Mt. Koifushi
What: A lot's happened, but strangely enough, there's not been a lot of talking.
Warnings: Ichigo's (and maybe Shiro's) Mobile Swearword Zone
When the grassy fields had been turned into a blanket of ice, Rukia decided that maybe she could take a break from training.
Retreating into her favorite tree, bottled water in hand and Noah's loaned copy of The Prisoner of Azkaban in hand, she opened the novel and picked up where she last left off with Harry receiving a broom for his birthday. It was barely noon and already she'd been there since sunrise, training relentlessly. Her kidou, zanjutsu, dances, hakuda - everything she was striving to improve. Ever since those few hellish days when she'd been alone in the chaos and darkness, only to be rescued from her foolishness and then almost completely worthless to do much damage against the Nightwyrm or stop Ichigo from losing himself later...
So, instead of stewing in pity, she threw herself into training again. Training for what, she couldn't say, she knew she needed strength.
Then last weekend happened and she woke up with two whole days awash in hazy, drunken memory with shoes she'd never seen before on her feet and cuddled up with Ichigo AND the Hollow's draconian form on a beanbag that had somehow managed to grow to fit all three of them comfortably. That just made everything else even more tense for her. So she expanded her training hours to include the entire day, even if just to avoid the elephant in the room at the Kurosaki Clinic, because she simply did not know what to do about it.
When: Afternoon of March 27th
Where: Rukia's Place of Solace, Mt. Koifushi
What: A lot's happened, but strangely enough, there's not been a lot of talking.
Warnings: Ichigo's (and maybe Shiro's) Mobile Swearword Zone
When the grassy fields had been turned into a blanket of ice, Rukia decided that maybe she could take a break from training.
Retreating into her favorite tree, bottled water in hand and Noah's loaned copy of The Prisoner of Azkaban in hand, she opened the novel and picked up where she last left off with Harry receiving a broom for his birthday. It was barely noon and already she'd been there since sunrise, training relentlessly. Her kidou, zanjutsu, dances, hakuda - everything she was striving to improve. Ever since those few hellish days when she'd been alone in the chaos and darkness, only to be rescued from her foolishness and then almost completely worthless to do much damage against the Nightwyrm or stop Ichigo from losing himself later...
So, instead of stewing in pity, she threw herself into training again. Training for what, she couldn't say, she knew she needed strength.
Then last weekend happened and she woke up with two whole days awash in hazy, drunken memory with shoes she'd never seen before on her feet and cuddled up with Ichigo AND the Hollow's draconian form on a beanbag that had somehow managed to grow to fit all three of them comfortably. That just made everything else even more tense for her. So she expanded her training hours to include the entire day, even if just to avoid the elephant in the room at the Kurosaki Clinic, because she simply did not know what to do about it.