Apr 07, 2011 18:56
[Kurotsuchi is standing on the upper floor of his house- or what's left of it anyway; a tree seems to have fallen through the roof. Which tends to happen during these sorts of events. There's branches and leaves everywhere, so apart from the frame of the walls, it's not much different from being outside.
He's actually ignoring it, though, standing in the doorway, staring outside at something. His zanpakutou is out, and if it seems intact, its colors are muted, and the blade is ragged.
There's the sound of an infant crying, though the noise isn't exactly normal. It's louder, for one thing. Echoes. After a few seconds, the ground trembles, the view of the screen shaking, something heavy passing nearby. The plants in the room, the captain's haori are swayed slightly by the reverberations. Kurotsuchi gestures outside with the sword, apparently speaking to it.]
Control it better. I don't care if you're tired.
[Anyone with spiritual-sensing abilities would probably notice uneven spikes of power. There's another not entirely human scream. The shinigami tilts his head a little.]
It'll feel worse if you don't.
[There's more sound of foliage being trampled as the feed clicks off.]