Evil does not take sick days. [Open]
Characters: Gin Ichimaru and whoever is unlucky enough to walk past his room.
Content: Gin is 'sick', except not really, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want company. His door is always open. It's just a matter of whether you're brave enough to go through it.
Setting: Gin's Quaters - Silvana, shortly after arriving in Kropmork.
Time: Any time. Gin does not sleep. He waits~
Warnings:...Just use your imagination.
One would think, for a person who claimed to be so easily bored that he occasionally resorted to homicide just to keep things interesting, that staying alone in his room with nothing but his journal for company would be a fate worse than death for Gin. Not so! After all, if he felt the urge to needle any of his favorite targets he still had access to the network, and for the most part he appreciated the chance to think.
Aizen was here now, after all, and while he would never visibly acknowledge it, the remark about his possible 'slipping' was enough to give him pause. Everything had to be double-checked. Every plot mapped out, every possibility considered, every act calculated. On his own he didn't mind playing things more loosely - it was an even greater challenge to see how long he could leave those loose ends before they came back to bite him - but Aizen preferred to play on a far neater chess board, and with far more caution. Gin was more or less obliged to follow suit.
But in between the thinking, he appreciated the interruptions. His door was left open and anyone caught walking past it was inevitably caught in the figurative spider's web as Gin cheerfully reeled them in. Just because he was 'sick' didn't mean any of his plans had changed, and he was always looking for new ways to expand his circle of influence amongst the crew.
Content: Gin is 'sick', except not really, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want company. His door is always open. It's just a matter of whether you're brave enough to go through it.
Setting: Gin's Quaters - Silvana, shortly after arriving in Kropmork.
Time: Any time. Gin does not sleep. He waits~
Warnings:...Just use your imagination.
One would think, for a person who claimed to be so easily bored that he occasionally resorted to homicide just to keep things interesting, that staying alone in his room with nothing but his journal for company would be a fate worse than death for Gin. Not so! After all, if he felt the urge to needle any of his favorite targets he still had access to the network, and for the most part he appreciated the chance to think.
Aizen was here now, after all, and while he would never visibly acknowledge it, the remark about his possible 'slipping' was enough to give him pause. Everything had to be double-checked. Every plot mapped out, every possibility considered, every act calculated. On his own he didn't mind playing things more loosely - it was an even greater challenge to see how long he could leave those loose ends before they came back to bite him - but Aizen preferred to play on a far neater chess board, and with far more caution. Gin was more or less obliged to follow suit.
But in between the thinking, he appreciated the interruptions. His door was left open and anyone caught walking past it was inevitably caught in the figurative spider's web as Gin cheerfully reeled them in. Just because he was 'sick' didn't mean any of his plans had changed, and he was always looking for new ways to expand his circle of influence amongst the crew.