That's how I roll. [Complete]
Character(s): Ichigo
Content: Bitchigo enters Paixao and is confused.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Midday
Warnings: Nothing really. ;o
How disturbing.
That's what Ichigo would have said, were she another mindless follower of the King of all Cosmos. But she was not. She loathed the King and the Prince and a large majority of her cousins. This mattered little, however, as the situation at hand was indeed quite disturbing. She had been transported to some unfamiliar part of Earth, and while it seemed rather ordinary at first glance, it quickly became clear that something about it was very, very wrong.
She had changed, somehow. Her strawberry-like appearance was gone, replaced with human features: red hair, pale skin splattered with freckles, ten fingers and ten toes, and taller stature. Ichigo must have looked very cute, though she doubted she could be even cuter than before this sudden transformation.
A plain-looking blonde woman stood before her, pen and paper in hand, smiling. "Hello, sweetheart," she said kindly. "Welcome to Paixao. What's your name?"
'Pie-sore'? Humans had a tendency to use strange names for people and places and things, but this one really took the cake. Er, took the pie? How could pies be sore, anyway? She shook her head, muttering irritably.
"Ichigo," she finally replied, glancing down at her hands and wiggling her fingers, as if to test her new appendages. This was freaking weird. "I'm Ichigo. Would you mind telling me what the hell is going--"
"Aaah, I could have guessed," the blonde lady replied swiftly, nodding at the t-shirt the red-headed stepchild cousin had on. She pulled out a strange rectangular... thing and held it out toward the strawberry girl. "Here's your journal, dearie, and be careful entering the city. There's trouble afoot."
Ichigo glared, for she did not care for being ignored like this, but the blonde woman did not seem to notice or care. "Fine, whatever," she grumbled. She pocketed the journal-box-thingie and rolled her katamari through the gate and into the city. And, indeed, there was trouble ahead. A lot of it, in fact.
There were strange white creatures everywhere, and it looked like they were out for blood. But they would not have Ichigo's, not if she could help it. There wasn't much she could do, though, in a situation like this. Only one thing, and it was what she did best -- roll. Grinning, she cracked her knuckles and leaned on her katamari, pushing it forward. There were so many of these things, her katamari was bound to be enormous by the time she got to safety.
Content: Bitchigo enters Paixao and is confused.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate
Time: Midday
Warnings: Nothing really. ;o
How disturbing.
That's what Ichigo would have said, were she another mindless follower of the King of all Cosmos. But she was not. She loathed the King and the Prince and a large majority of her cousins. This mattered little, however, as the situation at hand was indeed quite disturbing. She had been transported to some unfamiliar part of Earth, and while it seemed rather ordinary at first glance, it quickly became clear that something about it was very, very wrong.
She had changed, somehow. Her strawberry-like appearance was gone, replaced with human features: red hair, pale skin splattered with freckles, ten fingers and ten toes, and taller stature. Ichigo must have looked very cute, though she doubted she could be even cuter than before this sudden transformation.
A plain-looking blonde woman stood before her, pen and paper in hand, smiling. "Hello, sweetheart," she said kindly. "Welcome to Paixao. What's your name?"
'Pie-sore'? Humans had a tendency to use strange names for people and places and things, but this one really took the cake. Er, took the pie? How could pies be sore, anyway? She shook her head, muttering irritably.
"Ichigo," she finally replied, glancing down at her hands and wiggling her fingers, as if to test her new appendages. This was freaking weird. "I'm Ichigo. Would you mind telling me what the hell is going--"
"Aaah, I could have guessed," the blonde lady replied swiftly, nodding at the t-shirt the red-headed stepchild cousin had on. She pulled out a strange rectangular... thing and held it out toward the strawberry girl. "Here's your journal, dearie, and be careful entering the city. There's trouble afoot."
Ichigo glared, for she did not care for being ignored like this, but the blonde woman did not seem to notice or care. "Fine, whatever," she grumbled. She pocketed the journal-box-thingie and rolled her katamari through the gate and into the city. And, indeed, there was trouble ahead. A lot of it, in fact.
There were strange white creatures everywhere, and it looked like they were out for blood. But they would not have Ichigo's, not if she could help it. There wasn't much she could do, though, in a situation like this. Only one thing, and it was what she did best -- roll. Grinning, she cracked her knuckles and leaned on her katamari, pushing it forward. There were so many of these things, her katamari was bound to be enormous by the time she got to safety.