[there is an explosion of dust as the area around Haineko disintegrates with her attack. Rangiku calls her blade back and sheaths it before sitting on a nearby rock and trying to calm her breathing
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[From the dubree of the most recent attack, the small girl coughed into her balled up fist. She had been sat there awhile, not really knowing where she was or how she got there. Was she dreaming? She didn't like it if she was
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Rangiku turned towards the small voice and was shocked into silence for a moment. Taking in the dirty blond hair, tattered clothing and face still full of childhood she was unsure what to do.
"Impossible....how?" Realizing that at this age she was often very hungry she reached into the bag at her side and pulled several dried persimmons and a water skin. "Here, child." She said softly holding out the items for the younger version of herself. She was unsure if she should allow the young girl to know the truth or not.
[ooc: fine by me, should my Rangiku tell yours she's her grown up?]
[She was frightened of taking the items, unsure of what they really were. From her adventures in the district towns with Gin, she recognised the water skin and reached up to grasp it clumsily with her small hands. Her wide eyes looked up, mirroring the woman's own. It was ss if she was staring into the sky. She marveled at her in complete awe for a moment before gulping back the water, which immediately floaded her throat delightfully.
After another long gulp, she held it back to the woman, wiping her mouth sheepishly.]
"Are you going to put your hand through me too?" Her voice was clearer now, thanks to the water but it was still meek and humble.
(Possibly later? Not straight away I don't think.)
"No honey, I'm not." She said softly. "I'm one of the good guys."
She knew what the child was afraid of, and by having that knowledge, she knew what to say to keep her calm.
Rangiku took the water skin back and held out a piece of the dried fruit for the child before she took a bite of her own. "Would you like a persimmon?" She asked smiling at her.
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"Impossible....how?" Realizing that at this age she was often very hungry she reached into the bag at her side and pulled several dried persimmons and a water skin. "Here, child." She said softly holding out the items for the younger version of herself. She was unsure if she should allow the young girl to know the truth or not.
[ooc: fine by me, should my Rangiku tell yours she's her grown up?]
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After another long gulp, she held it back to the woman, wiping her mouth sheepishly.]
"Are you going to put your hand through me too?" Her voice was clearer now, thanks to the water but it was still meek and humble.
(Possibly later? Not straight away I don't think.)
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She knew what the child was afraid of, and by having that knowledge, she knew what to say to keep her calm.
Rangiku took the water skin back and held out a piece of the dried fruit for the child before she took a bite of her own. "Would you like a persimmon?" She asked smiling at her.
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[Don't he seem like a mirage? Or rather a ghost of someone who should be long dead?]
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Haaah you are.
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