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Aug 31, 2011 00:15

Who: Kuchiki Rukia, open
Where: Parlour
When: Day 001
What: A very confused Shinigami turns up somewhere she isn't supposed to be. WTFery ensues.
Warnings: Startling the death god is not necessarily a good idea. Just sayin'.

( It's cold here... So very cold... )

@first house: first floor, the narrator (fight club), *open, kuchiki rukia (bleach), &day 001, ricardo soldato (tales of innocence)

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zeninurface August 31 2011, 20:33:57 UTC

A room so breakable was about as impractical as a person could get. Glass chairs, glass tables, glass figurines, ruby fucking flowers. Jack plucked one of the roses from the vase on the dining room table. It twinkle twinkled like a little star in the light from the chandelier. The whole room twinkled. He felt like he was in some Peter Pan bullshit place ( ... )

bunny_is_better August 31 2011, 20:50:09 UTC

Rukia turned slowly to face the voice, resisting the urge to reach for a sword that wasn't supposed to be there to start with. For that matter, why was she wearing her robes? Everything about this whole situation was seven different shades of weird. She was supposed to be wearing the female version of Ichigo's school uniform; she knew she had been when she entered the gate. When had it gotten switched around? Time to figure that out later. Right now, she had another problem.

Male. Human. No reiatsu. Physical fighter. As the combat analysis flashed through her mind, she relaxed somewhat. "What is this place, and who are you? And what memo are you talking about?"

zeninurface August 31 2011, 21:58:05 UTC

The blood from his lip was running down his chin, carving a ticklish trail over his skin. He smiled wider, feeling the crack pull open even further like a gaping chasm in the terrain of his lips. Jack pulled his old matted robe tighter around his body and redid the knot. As he did so he shuffled over to one of the chairs in the parlour and plopped down on it. He bounced off of it actually. The thing was stiff as a fucking springboard.

A drop of blood fell onto his lap.

"Haven't gotten it," Jack said after he'd settled into the chair, "I was hoping you'd been given a copy so you could share with the class."

bunny_is_better August 31 2011, 22:12:42 UTC

The shinigami shook her head, taking a chair of her own. "No such luck. You're not supposed to be here, either, are you." It wasn't a question; something was definitely screwy here. Jack's condition did not unsettle Rukia; she'd seen far worse just from 11th Division's training sessions. How the hell can someone get impaled by a wooden sword, for example? Then again, this guy was only human, so his injuries might be more severe. "You might want to do something about that," she said, gesturing in the general direction of his face. "Looks like it might be painful."

Making a mental note to try re-opening the senkaimon when she was alone, Rukia settled into her seat. Uncomfortable though it was, it served its purpose. "Have you met anyone else?" she asked, looking around the room. "I saw footprints in the dust a minute ago. Several different sets."

zeninurface September 1 2011, 02:09:30 UTC

He wiped his hand over his chin. Smeared the blood across his face and hand then sucked the remaining blood into his mouth. He didn't care about the cut. Didn't even feel it. Not really. Not the way he used to feel it. Besides a split lip was sort of anticlimactic in light of the puckered butthole that wouldn't heal that he had in his cheek.

He licked the blood off his teeth and sank back in the sturdy chair. He hadn't noticed the footprints. Then again he hadn't looked. Though, now that he was looking he realized she was right.

Another crooked smile.

"Those shuffly ones are mine," he said, pointing at the dragging footprints leading both to and from the dining room. He wasn't sure why but the sight of old man shuffle prints his old man slipper left entertained him.