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[ There is a fire that glows somewhere on the other side of the forge, a soft crackle in the silence of the room. The owner of the Forge is not particularly looking at it. Instead, there is a brush in his hand and he's staring rather intently at something before him--a painting, a writing project, perhaps some other form of art. ]
It has been two years. [ Two years. And things have changed so much. He has changed so much. Funny, shinigami think so little of time. It's so meaningless to dwell on a couple years, years that pass by so quickly and are lost in the great span of time.
He tilts his head so very slightly, still scrutinizing his work. ]
Let us see if you all are more cultured than your predecessors. The Calligraphy Society will next gather at the outpost mansion by the shore on the tenth at three in the afternoon. Snacks will be provided and tools will be available to those who need them.
[ A pause and his brush goes back to work. ]
Renji. Tenjou. Reid. I will be expecting you.
[ Didn't think he'd let you three get away, did you?
Regardless, he sets down that brush for a moment and Byakuya picks up the Forge. Just before he can turn it off, there is a soft sound that catches his attention, like the flapping of wings. He frowns and glances over at it. ]
Not without your sweater. [ His tone is stern and the viewer is unable to see any more when he effectively switches it over to private filters. ]
[ Private to Kaien ]
[ Not that Kaien sees anything more because Byakuya chooses, for the moment, to ignore the flapping creature at his side. ]
I have something for you.
[ /Kaien Filter ]
[ Private to Rukia ]
I have cleared the tenth for us, as well.
[ /Rukia Filter ]
It has been two years. [ Two years. And things have changed so much. He has changed so much. Funny, shinigami think so little of time. It's so meaningless to dwell on a couple years, years that pass by so quickly and are lost in the great span of time.
He tilts his head so very slightly, still scrutinizing his work. ]
Let us see if you all are more cultured than your predecessors. The Calligraphy Society will next gather at the outpost mansion by the shore on the tenth at three in the afternoon. Snacks will be provided and tools will be available to those who need them.
[ A pause and his brush goes back to work. ]
Renji. Tenjou. Reid. I will be expecting you.
[ Didn't think he'd let you three get away, did you?
Regardless, he sets down that brush for a moment and Byakuya picks up the Forge. Just before he can turn it off, there is a soft sound that catches his attention, like the flapping of wings. He frowns and glances over at it. ]
Not without your sweater. [ His tone is stern and the viewer is unable to see any more when he effectively switches it over to private filters. ]
[ Private to Kaien ]
[ Not that Kaien sees anything more because Byakuya chooses, for the moment, to ignore the flapping creature at his side. ]
I have something for you.
[ /Kaien Filter ]
[ Private to Rukia ]
I have cleared the tenth for us, as well.
[ /Rukia Filter ]