I am dreaming of a riverbank [Open]

[ttlynotaspy]

WHO:
Arrivals: Kyouya Ootori, Ikuto Tsukiyomi, Aziraphale, Crowley, Clare, Gray Fullbuster, Abarai Renji, Rogue, Sylar, Uryu Ishida
Greeters: Aly Cooper, Galatea, Tamaki Suou, Rukia Kuchiki
WHAT: Welcome Wagon
WHERE: The Docks
WHEN: Late afternoon/Early evening

Comments

[contemptuous]

Galatea's powers were not as strong here, but she could recognize the tell-tale flow of Clare's yoki easily.

There was another, however, one that was much stronger than Clare's, Miria's, and her own. What the hell was it? It wasn't Riful; Galatea knew the feel of the Abyssal One's yoki, and she didn't think it was an Awakened Being at all. This energy was much calmer, tranquil. It felt like a comrade, but Galatea couldn't put a face or a name to it.

The Claymore scribbled a note to Miria quickly before making her way down the path toward the docks. She would be pleased to see 47 alive and well, but she kept her yoki repressed, as a precaution. She wasn't sure who the other energy signature belonged to, and was not in the habit of taking unnecessary risks.

[chappi_fan]

Rukia was not particularly concerned with the events of the city, as she considered herself merely a temporary resident. Although she had lived there almost two month, it was only a matter of time before she found a way to leave.

There was something that caught her attention, however. There was the flicker of spiritual pressure, not terribly far away. They were... terribly, terribly familiar. It was impossible for them to be there, in that place. It was foolish to assume such a thing.

Still, she could not help but bring herself towards the docks. The Shinigami concentrated her senses, seeing if she had made a mistake. Rukia waited near the docks, watching the ship coming closer. She assumed that was the method of bringing in new arrivals. No... It was impossible. She must have been mistaken, somehow.

Despite this, she craned her neck to try and see the occupants of the boat as it neared shore, hoping that her instincts were wrong.

[mercury_sparrow]

The Quincy paced restlessly as the boat grew closer and closer to the island looming larger and larger before them. It couldn't be, not there, not then, not now. What could this be, how could this happen? An illusion of Aizen's, designed to trap him while the Espada finished him off? A trap, teleporting the ryoka and scattering them to the four winds of the mortal world? Or perhaps some power of the demonic Cuarta Espada that had stood before him and Inoue-san just minutes ago, just as he kil--

No.

No, he could not allow himself to believe that. Despite his staggering reiatsu, despite his obvious speed and power, despite the evidence that had been right there before his very eyes, he could not, would not accept that Kurosaki was dead. First, Kurosaki was the strongest among them, as much as Ishida hated to admit it. His natural spirit energy was beyond what the rest of them could ever even hope to achieve. And yet, if he had fallen so easily, the Cuarta having nary a scratch on his body, what then? How could the rest of them hope to

[fightforpride]

While Ishida had been lost in thought, Renji was focusing on not losing consciousness. It really wasn't fair, that the Quincy was all healed up somehow, and Renji still had trouble moving.

Truthfully, he hadn't been expecting a fight like the one Granz had given them. Kurotsuchi-taichou must have finished off the Espada and then left, because he was nowhere in sight. Curling his right hand into a fist, Renji cursed aloud at his body's refusal to move.

He couldn't been seen in such a state by anyone. It was bad enough that Ishida was here while Renji retreated to lick his wounds, so to speak.

The Shinigami was focused so much on his own state that he actually let out a yelp of surprise when Ishida snagged him and pulled him all the way off the boat.

...All the way to Rukia? Relief overwhelmed him more than anything, so that he didn't notice what she was wearing. All that mattered was that she was fine. Of course the Espada lied about her being killed.

"Hey." Hey? Was that the best he could do?

[chappi_fan]

Rukia's eyes widened upon their approach. There was no mistaking them now, as they came closer to her. She wanted to deny their presence in that place, to believe she was to be the only one unwillingly brought to that city. But her eyes and heart told her otherwise

[savedthehead]

She felt the boat come to a stop. Clare shifted the huge sword on her back under her cloak before walking past the humans, or those she presumed to be human. It was pulled up over her head, shielding the telltale blond hair from the fading sunlight. Her black boots clunked against the wood. The Claymore's silver eyes surveyed the city carefully.

This would call for a change of plans. Her sword was uncomfortably heavier than normal, but the stubborn woman refused to listen to her body as she walked past the cheerful blonde woman without so much as a word to say to her. She kept her cloak up against her face, not knowing how this city treated the Silver-Eyed Witches, suppressing her oddly weak yoma energy - something she would have to figure out a little later.

She knew her yoki sensing was off when she was suddenly faced with a familiar face that also seemed strange. Her eyes widened. "Galatea...?" But the former-Number 3 was blind; she had seen so herself.

[contemptuous]

Odd. 47 had suppressed her yoma energy, but now Galatea was close enough to see her. She was dressed in an unfamiliar uniform and a black cloak, but Galatea recognized her all the same.

"47. Clare." Galatea grinned in her easy, unconcerned sort of way and shook her head. "It took you long enough to get here." It was a little odd how out-of-sorts the other woman looked, as if she'd seen a ghost. Galatea remembered the strange vision she'd seen months before: dressed in that nun habit, with clouded, unseeing eyes...perhaps seeing someone with eyes after getting used to seeing them without was the reason for Clare's reaction.

"I'll explain later." The other woman tilted her head in the direction that she felt the unfamiliar yoma energy and frowned. Was it moving? "It's good to see you alive and in one piece. You so often pressed your luck I wasn't certain if you'd survive after I left you with Jean that time."

[savedthehead]

She decided to mention the lack of number later, away from people. It wasn't going to do if there were spies of the Organization lurking around, or even double-crossing spies. The mention of Jean left a flicker of guilt and sadness cross her face, but it was quickly covered by seriousness.

Odd. Galatea seemed to know just what she had been thinking about: the other's eyes.

Clare caught the frown on the once-higher-ranked warrior's face. A questioning look found its way onto her face. What was she sensing? "I've survived." If she wasn't aware of the Northern Campaign... Clare wasn't going to explain it, much less in public. A hand habitually slipped up to her claymore. "Where is this place?"

[contemptuous]

Galatea turned her attention back to the younger warrior and managed another, sardonic grin.

"It's Rivelata. An island stationed somewhere in another dimension; I presume, close to or inside Hell." She snorted. "People arrive here via ship, as you did, and all seem to be from different times and places, and just as confused as the rest of us. There have been others here from our world before, but as of now, the only ones here are...number six and myself."

Galatea turned in the direction of the strange yoma energy again, and her eyes darkened. "I can explain in further detail later. There's something nearby, someone very strong. Are you up to searching?"

[clothesexcluded]

He wasn't exactly mingling with the other people. For one, he didn't know them. For another, he was thinking of so many different plans on how to get away from all this. This place was just so full of bullshit. Of course, any of his Ice Makes were totally useless- he had tried that route when he found himself on that boat, and nothing worked.

Goddammit, no powers. No magic at all. It was like he was a weak little kid all over again.

He sat down stubbornly, refusing to disembark. He started muttering to himself of random plans, Fairy Tail, and what the others would have done if they were in his place. Erza and Natsu wouldn't have gone quietly. None of them would. Crap. Now here sat Gray Fullbuster, the failure of Fairy Tail.

He just didn't notice he was taking his clothes off again.

[ooc: Agh. I fail. Sorry DDD8]

[mississippikiss]

Confused wasn't a strong enough word for how Anna was feeling at that moment.

There had been a minor almost-scuffle on deck concerning one of the guards, and at some point he managed to touch her -- bare skin contact -- to absolutely no effect. Anna's eyes were still very nearly the size of dinner plates as she clutched her jacket and gloves in one hand, the journal she'd been given in the other, and slowly stepped down the ramp onto the docks.

This... was not anywhere she recognized. She'd never been to Muir Island, but she didn't imagine it looking like this. Well, the blondie seemed to know what she was talking about, at least. Anna squinted out across the town as she slowly approached the girl, one hand on her hip.

"Lorin, sugah, I can't say I recall bookin' a vacation," the confusion was evident in that sweet, Southern drawl. "Did Remy put ya' up to this?"