Do You Fear What I Fear? [Active | Open]

[bunny_is_better]

Who: Rukia, open
Where: Parlor
When: Two or three days into Night 1
What: The death god gets down to brass tacks
Warnings: Shinigami are not known for their subtlety. Just sayin'.

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[subjuwhat]

It's only the small little shuffle of Eight, keeping for once out of the shadows and running down the center of the floor. Even someone as dense as he is realizes that the dark is bad news tonight. He's carrying his jar lid shield and his knife, and has the salt-shaker cap over his face like a mask. He feels he needs all the defense he can manage.

He stops in the middle of the room when he sees Rukia. She's not a threat, is she?

[bunny_is_better]

Rukia didn't lower her guard as the diminutive little doll approached; she thumbed an inch or so of Sode no Shirayuki from its saya and waited for the thing to make its move. Shinigami or no, she'd been on guard since the night fell and the monsters showed up, stealing the occasional nap by placing a barrier around herself or a room. The barrier didn't always work, though, and her reflexes had been all that saved her from more than one untimely demise.

For several moments they stood there, the doll with its knife and she with her sword, a staredown that was ludicrous in its proportions but deadly serious all the same. Finally though, Rukia relaxed and let her sword slide back into its sheath. "You're not one of them, are you?" she asked, though it was more of a statement at this point. Not one of the monsters had shown the slightest hesitation thus far.

[subjuwhat]

Eight waits until the sword is entirely in the sheath before lowering his own weapon, although he still keeps it clutched tight in his little hand. After a deep pause, he slides his salt-shaker helmet back, although he does hunker a bit more behind his shield.

"One of what?" he says in a voice that he hopes is audible to Rukia, but not to anything lurking in the shadows.

[bunny_is_better]

The shinigami nodded towards the lurking shadows. "The monsters," she said, barely audible. Rukia didn't remove her hand from the pommel of her sword, and for good reason; this room was not safe by any means, and until she was through it, she had no intention whatsoever of lowering her guard.

"I think we should move on, before something gets hungry," she said, nodding toward the hallway opening. "There are safe rooms this way."

[subjuwhat]

Eight inches closer, tiny step by tiny step. "Safe rooms?" That sounds like the appropriate place to go. He hasn't heard of these.

[bunny_is_better]

"Places where the monsters won't follow," she affirmed, kneeling - slowly, to avoid being noticed - so she could offer the little doll a hand up. "I can get us there quickly, if you don't mind me picking you up."

[subjuwhat]

Eight hesitates - he knows being lifted off the ground renders him nearly completely helpless, but it is faster. After a moment, he takes a step onto her hand.