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Who: Lilynette Gingerback kickinabout and Squalo torrenziale
What: Dealing with the ~paranormal~
When: After this and the appearance of the fountain.
Where: Outside the library/town square
Summary: Lilynette has decided to haunt Squalo. Squalo decides to try his hand at exorcism. Hilarity ensues.
Rating: PG-13 probably for language
Ah, Dragobete.
A time for lovers, for the sharing of good will, a time where the snow drops bloom from the thawing earth and wine flows freely. Why even Squalo has found a certain special someone - two special someones to be precise. And currently, he is looking to excise the second of the two from his life. Permanently.
How very festive.
Ordinarily, such a task would not be a problem for the Varia swordsman. He is an assassin after all. An elite one even. The problem lies in the fact that his second “special” someone is an annoying dead brat. A hollow, a ghost, an Arrancar, a pain in the ass who has taken it upon herself to “haunt” him, and ergo she must go.
So in the midst all of the sappy, lovey-dovey madness that has taken hold of Luceti, Squalo finds himself sitting outside the library with a rosary, a bottle of holy water of dubious quality swiped from the shops, thumbing through a stack of books on exorcism and doubting every word he reads.
What he wouldn’t give for a zanpakutou, or whatever the hell she called it.
What: Dealing with the ~paranormal~
When: After this and the appearance of the fountain.
Where: Outside the library/town square
Summary: Lilynette has decided to haunt Squalo. Squalo decides to try his hand at exorcism. Hilarity ensues.
Rating: PG-13 probably for language
Ah, Dragobete.
A time for lovers, for the sharing of good will, a time where the snow drops bloom from the thawing earth and wine flows freely. Why even Squalo has found a certain special someone - two special someones to be precise. And currently, he is looking to excise the second of the two from his life. Permanently.
How very festive.
Ordinarily, such a task would not be a problem for the Varia swordsman. He is an assassin after all. An elite one even. The problem lies in the fact that his second “special” someone is an annoying dead brat. A hollow, a ghost, an Arrancar, a pain in the ass who has taken it upon herself to “haunt” him, and ergo she must go.
So in the midst all of the sappy, lovey-dovey madness that has taken hold of Luceti, Squalo finds himself sitting outside the library with a rosary, a bottle of holy water of dubious quality swiped from the shops, thumbing through a stack of books on exorcism and doubting every word he reads.
What he wouldn’t give for a zanpakutou, or whatever the hell she called it.