Do You Fear What I Fear? [Active | Open]
Who: Rukia, open
Where: Parlor
When: Two or three days into Night 1
What: The death god gets down to brass tacks
Warnings: Shinigami are not known for their subtlety. Just sayin'.
All things considered, Rukia wished the sun hadn't gone down.
It wasn't that she was afraid of the dark - far from it, she loved to watch the moon and the stars. But this time, sunset had brought with it a darkness that was more malevolent than anything she had yet known - moreso even than the Hollows with which she was familiar. Hungry shadows, creatures that crawled on the walls, the servants, and something that a mouth instead of a torso - wholly fantastic creatures that were at least partially spiritual in nature. And most of them were oddly slippery in a way that made her kido slide off of them. Altogether an unpleasant lot.
She had taken to keeping a picture diary of the creatures she encountered, listing what worked against them and what didn't; she was, in fact, in the process of adding a new entry to that diary when she felt/heard someone or something approaching. Gigai or no, she had taken to carrying Sode no Shirayuki at all times; better safe than sorry. Her hand went to the pommel of the katana as her eyes focused in the direction of the noise.
Where: Parlor
When: Two or three days into Night 1
What: The death god gets down to brass tacks
Warnings: Shinigami are not known for their subtlety. Just sayin'.
All things considered, Rukia wished the sun hadn't gone down.
It wasn't that she was afraid of the dark - far from it, she loved to watch the moon and the stars. But this time, sunset had brought with it a darkness that was more malevolent than anything she had yet known - moreso even than the Hollows with which she was familiar. Hungry shadows, creatures that crawled on the walls, the servants, and something that a mouth instead of a torso - wholly fantastic creatures that were at least partially spiritual in nature. And most of them were oddly slippery in a way that made her kido slide off of them. Altogether an unpleasant lot.
She had taken to keeping a picture diary of the creatures she encountered, listing what worked against them and what didn't; she was, in fact, in the process of adding a new entry to that diary when she felt/heard someone or something approaching. Gigai or no, she had taken to carrying Sode no Shirayuki at all times; better safe than sorry. Her hand went to the pommel of the katana as her eyes focused in the direction of the noise.