Making do with the unfamiliar. [Completed]
Character(s): Rangiku, Yachiru, Kenpachi.
Content: Here be dragons Shinigami. Rangiku arrives at Paixao and realizes she's not alone.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate [[M3]].
Time: Late afternoon to about Dusk, Sunday.
Warnings: None.
She would never advise anyone of landing face-first anywhere. Things like that hurt -- she'd had one-too many repeat performances figthing hollows, and no matter that it was sometimes unavoidable, it was, by no means something that sat comfortably with her.
Getting up, Rangiku lifted a hand to her head, as if the action itself would ease the way the world seemed to be spinning. The hell was that? She thought, and out of habit, adjusted her the front of her uniform in order to regain some kind of composure. When everything finally decided to settle down enough to let her focus on where the hell she was, she realized the sensation of a hand on her shoulder and spun around and instantly met her 'assailant's' face with her fist.
When her initial surprise subsided, she winced apologetically at the poor man crumlped at her feet. "Ahhh... ahah..." Rangiku knelt down to help him to his feet. "My apologies, sir. You surprised me."
The man shook his head and mumbled something close enough to "That's alright, ma'am," before promptly freezing for about a half a second as he blushed beet red and quickly looked away.
Ran snorted inwardly and took a step back, her hand instinctively resting idle on the hilt of Haineko. Men, wherever they would be, were all the same. Tch. She'd learned not to be so surprised anymore. Besides, if he crumpled that way under just one punch, she figured he'd be no trouble to her.
The man cleared his throat and brushed the dust off his clothes, promptly moving on to request that she give her name. The blush was still in place, lingering somewhat on his cheeks and on his nose. Shrugging, the shinigami offhandedly uttered a random name that wasn't hers and walked past him, her eye having caught sight of the gate behind him: tall with gold flames.
"Where am I?" She asked, and merely nodded sagely when the man replied, "the gate of Muspelheim, entrance to Paixao. Take this please." She blinked at the black, rectangular shape device that was handed to her and just nodded with a wary thank you as the man gestured for her to move along.
Passing through the gates she tapped her freebie on her chin, attempting to remember the last thing before she'd landed on the ground. Grass, the call to investigate an entity right on the outskirts of Rukongai, and then the uneasy sensation that she'd equated to some form of second death.
Ran lifted her chin and halted briefly, not one bit happy with herself. Well Ran darling, she mused, brushing aside the bangs on her face with one hand and setting the other at her hip, What in hell's name did you get yourself into this time?
And since she herself expected no answer, she instead opted to look around for something -- anything that would at least look familiar.
Content: Here be dragons Shinigami. Rangiku arrives at Paixao and realizes she's not alone.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate [[M3]].
![[M3]](http://www.aubade.org/map1.jpg){kind=link}
Time: Late afternoon to about Dusk, Sunday.
Warnings: None.
She would never advise anyone of landing face-first anywhere. Things like that hurt -- she'd had one-too many repeat performances figthing hollows, and no matter that it was sometimes unavoidable, it was, by no means something that sat comfortably with her.
Getting up, Rangiku lifted a hand to her head, as if the action itself would ease the way the world seemed to be spinning. The hell was that? She thought, and out of habit, adjusted her the front of her uniform in order to regain some kind of composure. When everything finally decided to settle down enough to let her focus on where the hell she was, she realized the sensation of a hand on her shoulder and spun around and instantly met her 'assailant's' face with her fist.
When her initial surprise subsided, she winced apologetically at the poor man crumlped at her feet. "Ahhh... ahah..." Rangiku knelt down to help him to his feet. "My apologies, sir. You surprised me."
The man shook his head and mumbled something close enough to "That's alright, ma'am," before promptly freezing for about a half a second as he blushed beet red and quickly looked away.
Ran snorted inwardly and took a step back, her hand instinctively resting idle on the hilt of Haineko. Men, wherever they would be, were all the same. Tch. She'd learned not to be so surprised anymore. Besides, if he crumpled that way under just one punch, she figured he'd be no trouble to her.
The man cleared his throat and brushed the dust off his clothes, promptly moving on to request that she give her name. The blush was still in place, lingering somewhat on his cheeks and on his nose. Shrugging, the shinigami offhandedly uttered a random name that wasn't hers and walked past him, her eye having caught sight of the gate behind him: tall with gold flames.
"Where am I?" She asked, and merely nodded sagely when the man replied, "the gate of Muspelheim, entrance to Paixao. Take this please." She blinked at the black, rectangular shape device that was handed to her and just nodded with a wary thank you as the man gestured for her to move along.
Passing through the gates she tapped her freebie on her chin, attempting to remember the last thing before she'd landed on the ground. Grass, the call to investigate an entity right on the outskirts of Rukongai, and then the uneasy sensation that she'd equated to some form of second death.
Ran lifted her chin and halted briefly, not one bit happy with herself. Well Ran darling, she mused, brushing aside the bangs on her face with one hand and setting the other at her hip, What in hell's name did you get yourself into this time?
And since she herself expected no answer, she instead opted to look around for something -- anything that would at least look familiar.