Awards become corroded;

[god_of_games]

Characters: Kyouraku Shunsui, Ukitake Jyuushirou
When: February 1, mid-afternoon
Where: Thirteenth's storerooms
Rating: PG, for these two
Summary: Shunsui goes to help Jyuushirou dig something out of the storerooms.

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[be_my_shield]

Ukitake uncovered his nose with his sleeve and quirked a brow in Shunsui’s direction. “Well… they might have been part of your archives once,” he glanced at one of the scrolls piled on top of what might have once been a bookshelf. “I vaguely remember borrowing that from you for some reason.” He paused. “Fancy that, I still have it.”

He shrugged. “I have always believed that dust has magical properties, the way it accumulates in places in an indication of its breeding capabilities.” He motioned towards the dust spectacles dancing around the air around them. “More sophisticated than rabbits, I would say.”

He glanced at the boxes and shook his head. They had just moved all these boxes, how had they become so dusty so quickly? He shifted another one, grimacing a little at the dust that shifted. All right, so tomorrow he was going to have to request that these storage rooms got cleaned out. Rukia, probably had someone on her list that needed a little less free time.

“You are sure that I have this thing you are looking for?”

[god_of_games]

"So you're stealing from my archives, are you?" Shunsui muttered a few choice words under his breath -- thievery, dishonest scoundrel, and the like -- and turned to raise an eyebrow at Jyuushirou. "I guess I really will have to implement that new check system Nanao-chan's been on me about. And here I had faith in the honor system."

His expression froze and then became something vaguely resembling disgusted and confused. The last thing he wanted to discuss was dust bunny reproductive capabilities. Really.

He'd always known Jyuushirou was a strange one.

Shunsui shrugged one shoulder and started poking at a ramshackle thing that may have been a shelving unit. Maybe. "No, I'm not. But you might, and that's enough reason to look, right? Besides," he said, voice brightening, "who are you to refuse an opportunity to spend time with your friends?"

[be_my_shield]

Ukitake smiled in Shunui's direction and shifted a box, peering behind it for a moment before turning to stare at Shunsui. "Ise-san, would probably like for you to take the initiative and do the work yourself." He said dryly, before turning back to his boxes. "And, since you did not miss the lone scroll of ancient and decrepit information, then I imagine that it is not quite that important."

Ukitake paused and turned back around to stare at Shunsui. "How do you expect us to find something, that neither of us know what were looking for, in the middle of a storage unit?"

Perhaps he had been drinking before they started this particularly adventure. That would certainly explain a lot.

[god_of_games]

Shunsui raised a brow. "If that were the case," he said, "then we wouldn't be here searching for some lone ancient and perhaps decrepit and even important artifact." He picked up the dusty scroll. "I maybe have been looking everywhere for this."

Most likely hadn't, since he honestly didn't look very hard for things all that often. That, and he didn't even know what the scroll was. He took a quick look. Ah, perhaps a scroll about the breeding methods of hellmoths should perhaps go to Kuchiki.

He set the scroll aside and went to poking in another box. "Luck," he announced grandly.

[be_my_shield]

Ukitake snorted and poked through one of his boxes. "If you were looking everywhere for it, Ise-san would have already asked if I had seen it." He grimaced a little at the dust that was starting to coat his captains jacket. He rubbed at one of the spots with a sigh.

They were going to be gray by the time they walked out storage.

He paused. Luck? He stared at him suspiciously. "You haven't been watching Madarame do his luck luck dance have you?" He was kicking him out of the storage room if he had been. That or leaving him to find the scroll on his own.