Are You Going to Scarbourough Fair?
Who: Kuchiki Rukia (snowwhitesoul) and YOU
What: Rukia is exploring the city and sniffing for clues
Where: Promenade's main street
When: Early afternoon of January 13th.
Warnings: Beware the midget.
It was working on a week since Rukia had found herself in Promenade. After the initial crest of panic had rose and fell and a better understanding of the situation she'd been forced into in grasp, the shinigami had started talking with some of the other "Sleepers". A peculiar man named Jarlaxle, whom was one of the few who seemed to favor careful planning and investigation as opposed to open aggression against their invisible and quite powerful captors, had set her with the task of investigating the city. Find out the local holidays, how often the locals celebrated and how reliable a cover that could be for discreet gatherings.
So, leaving a note to Ichigo so he wouldnt tear up the city trying to find her, Rukia set off. Looking for places of commerce - markets and schools and residence blocks - where she could find lots of natives to prod for information. Armed with her saccharine schoolgirl act and a smile, she'd managed to get a surprising list of celebrations the city observed and a bottle of peach tea and a puff pastry full of some sort of game meat and vegetables, and a handful of chocolate candies to boot. Nibbling at the bun, she walked down the main road that was the lynch pin of this world, ruminating over her discoveries.
It was almost a shame, she decided as she passed a terraced hill of trees with long, draping branches, if it were anything but an elaborate cage, this city would be lovely.
What: Rukia is exploring the city and sniffing for clues
Where: Promenade's main street
When: Early afternoon of January 13th.
Warnings: Beware the midget.
It was working on a week since Rukia had found herself in Promenade. After the initial crest of panic had rose and fell and a better understanding of the situation she'd been forced into in grasp, the shinigami had started talking with some of the other "Sleepers". A peculiar man named Jarlaxle, whom was one of the few who seemed to favor careful planning and investigation as opposed to open aggression against their invisible and quite powerful captors, had set her with the task of investigating the city. Find out the local holidays, how often the locals celebrated and how reliable a cover that could be for discreet gatherings.
So, leaving a note to Ichigo so he wouldnt tear up the city trying to find her, Rukia set off. Looking for places of commerce - markets and schools and residence blocks - where she could find lots of natives to prod for information. Armed with her saccharine schoolgirl act and a smile, she'd managed to get a surprising list of celebrations the city observed and a bottle of peach tea and a puff pastry full of some sort of game meat and vegetables, and a handful of chocolate candies to boot. Nibbling at the bun, she walked down the main road that was the lynch pin of this world, ruminating over her discoveries.
It was almost a shame, she decided as she passed a terraced hill of trees with long, draping branches, if it were anything but an elaborate cage, this city would be lovely.