Open Log

[wellsuited]

Who: EVERYONE. Seriously, everyone.
When: Forward-dated to tomorrow night.
Where: A large building that had once been damaged, but has now been repaired. (Directions provided to anyone who needed them.)
Format: Action, paragraph, multiple threads, past, present. AKA whatever you'd like.
What: A little party to mix business and pleasure.
Warnings:

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[sewing_prince]

[This is Ishida, dressed in his traditional Quincy garb (such as he wears to Hueco Mundo), as he takes up his station near one of the bear walls, watching the festivities unfold.

He's not even sure why he was here. Perhaps to keep an eye on Kurosaki, since the Shinigami had a tendency to get into trouble. Maybe it was to keep an eye out in cause certain others started trouble. All he knew was that he was here, he was nursing a cup of water, and watching the others around him.]

[falleneighth]

[After several attempts to get Stitchy to drink and not eat the cup, she's decided that she needs a break and heads toward the walls, her hold on the three leashes she's got on Stitchy tightening as she passes by people.

Unfortunately, the only bare spot she can find is near a bespectacled boy and his cup of water.

Maybe she should ask first and make sure he doesn't mind having them nearby...]

Um, excuse me? Is it okay if we hang around here for a little while to get away from the crowd?

[sewing_prince]

[At first, Ishida is silent, his eyes focused on Stitchy, trying to figure out what the heck it... she... was and not sensing any sort of reiatsu whatsoever from it, before turning his eyes on the other girl. He can sense something from her, that reminds him of some of the others around, and nods, once. It wasn't like it was his wall, after all.]

Ah... all right.

[Because it would be rude to say otherwise.]

[falleneighth]

Thank you. [And because she didn't miss him eying Stitchy.] I promise she won't eat you... even though she does that.

[As if on cue, Stitchy staggers toward him, leaning forward to sniff him.]

...just don't make any sudden movements and you'll be fine.

[sewing_prince]

Ah.... can I ask... what, or who, is she?

[Just kind of keeps staring at her, and for a moment, wonders if Hirenkyaku counts as a sudden movement. Considering he doesn't know how fast she moves, he's going to think it does. At least for the moment.]

[falleneighth]

Oh! This is Stitchy. She's sort of my... pet, I guess. I'm trying to socialize her though, because she's not really used to being around people she isn't trying to eat.

[Meanwhile, Stitchy will just stand there and make gurgly growly noises and every once in a while stop to sniff the air.]

[sewing_prince]

So... what are you feeding her then?

[If she eats people, is she looking for more food? He's not sure he understands any of this at the moment.]

[falleneighth]

Well, I was trying to give her some punch, but she kept trying to eat the cup. Aside from that, myself and several others have been trying to come up with a way to allow her to wander around in the mist so that she could hunt freely.

For now, well, I'm not entirely sure?

[sewing_prince]

.... so she hasn't eaten anything since you got her?

[falleneighth]

...she'll chew on rodents if they get into her cage?

[How to explain this..?]

She doesn't have the same dietary needs as normal humans.

[sewing_prince]

[Well, that's a relief, that she wasn't feeding it locals. Because he's sure that would go over real well.]

Ah... so I hear.

[falleneighth]

She makes for a rather good guard, though. If their creation wasn't so unethical, and if they weren't so destructive, I'd definitely recommend one.

[sewing_prince]

Well, protection isn't exactly something I'm worried about. I have abilities of my own that I rely on.

[falleneighth]

...how would those abilities fare against something created to destroy an Abyssal One, I wonder? Or failing that, one of our kind?

[Are those gears turning in her head? Sadly, they are... Run, Ishida. Run fast, run far.]

[sewing_prince]

[There's a pause as Ishida's eyes slide over to her and watch her warily, his fingers are already tightening over the Quincy star in his hand.]

I'm not sure I'm familiar with your kind. Or an Abyssal One.

[falleneighth]

[She raises an eyebrow at his glance. Interesting.]

To take the life of a human is to give up our own in exchange. I assure you, I would not be so foolish as to strike you down.