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[godslaying]

Who: yetsleeping and godslaying
When: Now!
Where: The misty ruins.
Format: Paragraph.
What: Priscilla has returned to her blonde self. Gin hasn't changed in the least.
Warnings: None come to mind. Will change if necessary.

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[yetsleeping]

She wants to be alone. This is the first thing to note. This, and that in all of Anatole, there are only two places that can make this truly possible.

First: Dismas. That black hole that eats her power and makes her human. There, she could hide, mingle with the crowd, and keep her silver eyes down.

Second: The ruins. A place so choked with energy that it might eat even hers. Hers. The other her. Because that is the key, really - how to disappear without people immediately knowing she had changed. That she was... this.

This hollow, weak little thing with pale hands and pale hair and eyes colored with the wrong metal.

She wants to be alone. That's why she's in the ruins, unarmed, without her warrior's garb (where is it, even? Didn't she destroy it when she--). Without anything but her hands. Not that she's ever needed more than that, to kill

[godslaying]

He halts at the monster's head falls at his feet, spattering the bottom of his robe with blood. His head turns in her direction. Even Gin wasn't sure what to expect.

"Why, if it ain't Miss Prissy." His voice is a murmur, lacking some of its usual venom. Now that he sees her, sees her like this, he's still not sure what to expect. "You scared me, sneakin' up like that." Perhaps it's impossible for him to be truly afraid. He's chosen a path and is determined to see it through, leaving no room for things like hesitation or fear. But he also has to survive to see it through, and that makes him a little more cautious. He did openly fight for Luciela after all, and clashed with Rigaldo. But in his defense...it is Rigaldo.

"Ya seem different." A hint of his grin returns. "Do something with your hair?"

[yetsleeping]

"I wasn't exactly sneaking." Priscilla wipes her hand on a nearby outcropping of rock, leaving a blloody handprint to mark her passage. For now. In less than an hour, it would disappear, lost to the mist. Inside a few hours, the corpse itself, that head, all gone. Maybe if she stays here long enough, the blood on her face, on her hands, on her clothes, will all go away, too

[godslaying]

"What else could you be doin', if you ain't sneaking." Because Gin knows the energy of her kind as well, not like reiatsu but not unlike it either. He sensed nothing. Priscilla merely appeared so suddenly that he couldn't even shunpo away if he'd needed to.

"Is it?" He presses is back to a rock wall, grin still not stretching. "You sound a little different too." That hadn't spoken, hadn't really needed to. But Gin had been watching, if only because it was something Aizen would've been interested in.

The actual mention of Rigaldo makes his smile falter a little. "War's over. Got no reason to anymore." Which isn't to say he wasn't, wouldn't. "I just wanted to see if things were still interestin' here." A smile. "Turns out, it is."