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Who: Ashura-ou (wishmadeinfire) and Ichigo (1stguardian)
What: A bit of friendly sparring
When: Backdated to after this conversation but prior to Fai's death
Where: One of the lower levels
Warnings: None that I know of
Notes: I'm starting this in prose, just because I'm used to it and I fail at setting up logs, but we can change it to action as soon as you'd like.
With little to do but explore the ship or sit in his room and think about those he'd left behind, Ichigo was in dire need of a distraction. He'd wandered the ship the last few days, trying to familiarize himself with its layout and its residents. But it was too large and too strange, and eventually he'd given up, realizing that he wasn't going to be able to get comfortable with his new environment in only a few days' time.
That left getting a job, which he wasn't quite certain how to do, or spending time alone, which inevitably led to remembering his last minutes in Hueco Mundo. Pep talks and assertions that those he knew were probably still alive somewhere aside, he couldn’t forgive himself for leaving them there, even if he hadn’t been able to control his departure. But there was only so much blame he could heap on himself when he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. He couldn’t open a Garganta himself. He couldn’t reach them. And all the guilt in the world wouldn’t make them magically appear. Being alone, thinking, wasn’t cutting it. Neither was restlessly pacing his tiny room. He needed to burn off some energy. He needed to do something. Anything.
And then he remembered the conversations he’d had on the guide. Specifically, the one with the swordsman who expressed an interest in sparring with him. Picking up the guide, Ichigo turned it on and fiddled with it until he figured out how to make it send a message to one person. The last thing he wanted to do was broadcast his current state of boredom to the entire ship.
Hey, he typed into the text field. This is Kurosaki Ichigo. I talked to you the other day about sparring. I'm going a little stir crazy and I heard the lower levels of the ship are the best places to get a little exercise. If you’re still interested in going a round or two, I’ll be down there today practicing. Sending the message, Ichigo stood up, set down the guide, fished his shinigami badge out of his pocket, and stepped out of his body.
Settling Zangetsu against his back, Ichigo left his room and headed deeper into the ship. If Ashura-ou wasn't interested, he would still get some practice in. If he was interested, well, then he'd get a lot of practice. Maybe even make himself a friend.
What: A bit of friendly sparring
When: Backdated to after this conversation but prior to Fai's death
Where: One of the lower levels
Warnings: None that I know of
Notes: I'm starting this in prose, just because I'm used to it and I fail at setting up logs, but we can change it to action as soon as you'd like.
With little to do but explore the ship or sit in his room and think about those he'd left behind, Ichigo was in dire need of a distraction. He'd wandered the ship the last few days, trying to familiarize himself with its layout and its residents. But it was too large and too strange, and eventually he'd given up, realizing that he wasn't going to be able to get comfortable with his new environment in only a few days' time.
That left getting a job, which he wasn't quite certain how to do, or spending time alone, which inevitably led to remembering his last minutes in Hueco Mundo. Pep talks and assertions that those he knew were probably still alive somewhere aside, he couldn’t forgive himself for leaving them there, even if he hadn’t been able to control his departure. But there was only so much blame he could heap on himself when he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. He couldn’t open a Garganta himself. He couldn’t reach them. And all the guilt in the world wouldn’t make them magically appear. Being alone, thinking, wasn’t cutting it. Neither was restlessly pacing his tiny room. He needed to burn off some energy. He needed to do something. Anything.
And then he remembered the conversations he’d had on the guide. Specifically, the one with the swordsman who expressed an interest in sparring with him. Picking up the guide, Ichigo turned it on and fiddled with it until he figured out how to make it send a message to one person. The last thing he wanted to do was broadcast his current state of boredom to the entire ship.
Hey, he typed into the text field. This is Kurosaki Ichigo. I talked to you the other day about sparring. I'm going a little stir crazy and I heard the lower levels of the ship are the best places to get a little exercise. If you’re still interested in going a round or two, I’ll be down there today practicing. Sending the message, Ichigo stood up, set down the guide, fished his shinigami badge out of his pocket, and stepped out of his body.
Settling Zangetsu against his back, Ichigo left his room and headed deeper into the ship. If Ashura-ou wasn't interested, he would still get some practice in. If he was interested, well, then he'd get a lot of practice. Maybe even make himself a friend.