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rotwood_reaper in milliways_bar

0.hidden track: the rotator slips

May 31, 2009 20:26

[OOM, arguably pre-canon: If fate is a millstone, we are the ones that make it turn.]

The door opens to admit a dark-haired slip of a girl in black. From the look of her, this may not be where she was expecting to find herself. Somebody may want to clear that up.

rukia kuchiki, oom, arnold

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heyfootballhead June 1 2009, 00:37:30 UTC

As is wont to happen to people who stand in the doorway, someone comes in directly behind her--a certain football-headed boy, in fact, with a baseball bat (with glove dangling off the end) propped over his shoulder.

"Sorry, 'scuse me," Arnold says as he tries to maneuver around her.

rotwood_reaper June 1 2009, 00:41:24 UTC

Rukia hears the voice and reflexively maneuvers herself out of its owner's way. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't realize anyone else was using the gate."

heyfootballhead June 1 2009, 00:51:17 UTC

Arnold takes pause at her wording.

"I've never heard anybody call it that before."

rotwood_reaper June 1 2009, 00:57:33 UTC

"It's a senkaimon tunnel-world gate," she says as she turns to face him and it. "What else would someone call... it... for short?"

The reaction on her face is not quite as extreme as the icon, but it's clear that this is really not what she was expecting to see. "Where... what is this place?"

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onceareaper June 1 2009, 02:38:42 UTC

(OOC: Bwahahaha Awesome. I'll have to send my boy along after I get back from my run. :D)

rotwood_reaper June 3 2009, 00:49:04 UTC

[OOC: ...sorry to do this to you, but I'm not quite ready for Rukia to meet him in here. I should have an OOM you can tag before too long, though.]

onceareaper June 1 2009, 03:55:07 UTC

The door opens again, to admit someone who is not a dark slip of a girl. For one, he is not, most assuredly, a girl. As well, he is rather much taller.

Thirdly, you would have to know him much better than to just look at him to discover how he is dark.

"I'm afraid I must get back to my cataloging! It was very nice seeing you, please come back soon! ♥!" He calls, backing through the door on his wooden sandals, half-bowed to someone in the other room.

Once he slides the door closed, the false cheer slides off his face for a moment as quickly as paint. Some people just will not take a hint.