All this time spent in vain/ Wasted Years/ Wasted Gain
Who: Ichigo, and Rukia ( and Shiro l-lol )
What: Ichigo's post about Rukia's self-destructive guilt didn't go over well. Like, she moved out, and after a few days, he's gone to look for her.
Where: Isamu's library.
When: A couple days after this post
Warnings: ~*DRAMA*~, also Ichigo's mobile curse word zone
[ Okay. Admittedly, Ichigo's frustration had won out over better judgment when he decided to make that public post. He could even see how that had been a bad idea - but the message was still the same. After a little time to think, and calm down, he'd decided that he could live with admitting his delivery wasn't right, but he didn't regret the actual words one bit.
So, now that Madsen had woken from her coma, and most people were on the mend, Ichigo left the clinic with Zangetsu strapped to his back, and his right arm still immobilized in a sling.
Luckily, even with his crappy reiatsu sense, he'd always been able to track Rukia without issues. It might have something to do with the unique way he very first became a shinigami, or it might just be the fact that she was the only other person with shinigami reiatsu left in Promenade. Either way, it wasn't difficult to track the sparkling, snow white trail of her energy across town. The only thing that sort of gave Ichigo pause was where her trail ended.
A library? Since when was there a library here? Urgh, that must mean it's somebody's Place of Solace. He'd have to tread carefully, then. It always felt a bit strange to walk into those places without an express invitation. Oh well. Whoever run the place could try to kick him out if they wanted, but he wouldn't be leaving until he'd at least spoken to Rukia.
Once inside, Ichigo kept quiet ( it's a library ) but unerringly tracked Rukia's exact location down on near-silent feet. Then? He simply leaned against his one "good" shoulder against the wall, and perked an eyebrow. ]
There's no use avoiding me. I know you're in here, and I'm not leaving until you come out.
What: Ichigo's post about Rukia's self-destructive guilt didn't go over well. Like, she moved out, and after a few days, he's gone to look for her.
Where: Isamu's library.
When: A couple days after this post
Warnings: ~*DRAMA*~, also Ichigo's mobile curse word zone
[ Okay. Admittedly, Ichigo's frustration had won out over better judgment when he decided to make that public post. He could even see how that had been a bad idea - but the message was still the same. After a little time to think, and calm down, he'd decided that he could live with admitting his delivery wasn't right, but he didn't regret the actual words one bit.
So, now that Madsen had woken from her coma, and most people were on the mend, Ichigo left the clinic with Zangetsu strapped to his back, and his right arm still immobilized in a sling.
Luckily, even with his crappy reiatsu sense, he'd always been able to track Rukia without issues. It might have something to do with the unique way he very first became a shinigami, or it might just be the fact that she was the only other person with shinigami reiatsu left in Promenade. Either way, it wasn't difficult to track the sparkling, snow white trail of her energy across town. The only thing that sort of gave Ichigo pause was where her trail ended.
A library? Since when was there a library here? Urgh, that must mean it's somebody's Place of Solace. He'd have to tread carefully, then. It always felt a bit strange to walk into those places without an express invitation. Oh well. Whoever run the place could try to kick him out if they wanted, but he wouldn't be leaving until he'd at least spoken to Rukia.
Once inside, Ichigo kept quiet ( it's a library ) but unerringly tracked Rukia's exact location down on near-silent feet. Then? He simply leaned against his one "good" shoulder against the wall, and perked an eyebrow. ]
There's no use avoiding me. I know you're in here, and I'm not leaving until you come out.