We're a coupla misfits
Who: Asano Keigo, Pesche Guatiche and YOU?
Where:The Newcomer Baseball Field
When: June 5th, early after noonish
What?: You guys thought we were bad with Orpheus and Isshin? Yeah. Two Bleach Spazzes meet up! Oh yeah also open so uh, do what you like.
Traveling between the world of the Hollows and the Living World was a normal affair for most Hollows. After all, there was food in one world, so they pretty much had to go to the Living World if they wanted to eat. Well, if they wanted to eat something that was not each other. So, honestly, Pesche wasn’t too worried about the whole shifting from one world to the other ordeal.
However, these transitions were voluntary, initiated by the Hollow in question. They weren’t usually flung from one world into the next by an overenthusiastic shinigami who had been ordered to ‘get rid of them.’ But this was exactly the situation Pesche Guatiche found himself in, tossed through the air like some sort of base-or-volley-ball. Somewhere along the rapid flight between the worlds, Dondochakka disappeared.
“Wait!” Pesche cried, as his ‘brother’ vanished suddenly. “Dondochakka! Wait!” But Pesche had other, more pressing matters to attend to. And, worryingly enough, one of those things was drawing closer to him with each passing second. Pesche stopped his wailing for his fellow Fraccion, looking down at the Living World that was drawing closer…
… and closer …
And -- BOOM! The chunk of spiriton-based wall (or was it ceiling?) landed hard, gouging out a deep scar in the grass of left field. The front of the plaster suddenly decided to stop while the back end of the white piece of wall-or-ceiling wanted to keep going. Zoom!
Pesche squawked, then rolled off of the plaster before he could be crushed as the back end became the front end. The mighty chunk of architecture defeated, Pesche climbed atop it and laughed, hands placed on his hips and his masked head thrown back, the very picture of someone who had triumphed over the mighty force of gravity itself.
Where:The Newcomer Baseball Field
When: June 5th, early after noonish
What?: You guys thought we were bad with Orpheus and Isshin? Yeah. Two Bleach Spazzes meet up! Oh yeah also open so uh, do what you like.
Traveling between the world of the Hollows and the Living World was a normal affair for most Hollows. After all, there was food in one world, so they pretty much had to go to the Living World if they wanted to eat. Well, if they wanted to eat something that was not each other. So, honestly, Pesche wasn’t too worried about the whole shifting from one world to the other ordeal.
However, these transitions were voluntary, initiated by the Hollow in question. They weren’t usually flung from one world into the next by an overenthusiastic shinigami who had been ordered to ‘get rid of them.’ But this was exactly the situation Pesche Guatiche found himself in, tossed through the air like some sort of base-or-volley-ball. Somewhere along the rapid flight between the worlds, Dondochakka disappeared.
“Wait!” Pesche cried, as his ‘brother’ vanished suddenly. “Dondochakka! Wait!” But Pesche had other, more pressing matters to attend to. And, worryingly enough, one of those things was drawing closer to him with each passing second. Pesche stopped his wailing for his fellow Fraccion, looking down at the Living World that was drawing closer…
… and closer …
And -- BOOM! The chunk of spiriton-based wall (or was it ceiling?) landed hard, gouging out a deep scar in the grass of left field. The front of the plaster suddenly decided to stop while the back end of the white piece of wall-or-ceiling wanted to keep going. Zoom!
Pesche squawked, then rolled off of the plaster before he could be crushed as the back end became the front end. The mighty chunk of architecture defeated, Pesche climbed atop it and laughed, hands placed on his hips and his masked head thrown back, the very picture of someone who had triumphed over the mighty force of gravity itself.