Another day was wasted in trying to find Diva out in the forest, with the snow on the ground it didn't make her search any easier. She dragged her feet through the snow, silently chuckling to herself. Of all the times to remember Russia...why now? Because that's one of the few times I've been away to see so much blood on snow... The thought passed through her head as she tried to push back the memories.
The snow, once so pure, was tainted with the blood of innocents be it by her own hand (to stop them from turning into chiropterans) or from those who were part of the Russian revolution. Either way lives were lost and against a white background the blood never looked so red. Or hard to get rid of...
A tired sigh fell from her chapped lips as she took a seat down on a park bench as another girl seemed to be sitting down....talking to her sword? Saya turned her head away to give the girl some privacy...it wasn't her business to know.
Rukia sighed again as she felt someone near. To anyone who wasn't a shinigami, sitting and conversing with a sword wasn't really 'normal'. The girl stood up and moved to stand next to Shirayuki.
"I hope I am not bothering you," she said softly before her voice cracked. Rukia quickly coughed to clear her throat. A hand with the tilt of the blade, sheathing it.
"No you weren't. I'm the one who intruded upon your space...sorry." Saya replied, glancing back at the other girl. The sword she was 'talking' to earlier was back in its sheath. For a moment she wondered why the girl would need such a weapon but then again she carried one as well.. Its better not to ask.
"Did you want to sit down?" it felt weird to be sitting down while someone else was standing up. The only exception to that seemed to be Hagi...but he wasn't here. She scooted off to the side to give the other girl some room to sit down if she wanted.
"No, it's all right." Rukia put herself at ease. She didn't feel out of place or embarrassed to someone to hear her speaking with her zanpakutou. The girl didn't seem like a threat and wouldn't treat her as such. "Sure, if that's all right with you." And Rukia approached the bench. "My name is Kuchiki Rukia," she said bowing slightly.
Renji hadn't had time to find normal clothes yet; it's not like the uniform of a shinigami was a strange sight for Rukia to see anyways. With a small exhalation he carefully approached the other shinigami with what resembled a concerned expression: furrowed brows and an intent brown-eyed gaze.
She knew the familiar voice behind her and leaned back, turning her head slightly. "She only says to give it time, but I do not believe time will fix anything. What's done is... done." Rukia turned back around, her head ducking down a bit. The shinigami knew she didn't have to explain the situation to Renji. Talking to their swords were natural and almost needed.
His footsteps stopped when he reached her side, and with a slow movement he sat down cross-legged in the snow. "I dunno. Zanpakutou don't just throw out bad advice after all." And here he frowned lightly. "And what don't you think time could fix?"
Rukia looked over at her best friend, her violet eyes almost looking past him. "I doubt he would ever listen to me. It seemed like it was set in stone."
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The snow, once so pure, was tainted with the blood of innocents be it by her own hand (to stop them from turning into chiropterans) or from those who were part of the Russian revolution. Either way lives were lost and against a white background the blood never looked so red. Or hard to get rid of...
A tired sigh fell from her chapped lips as she took a seat down on a park bench as another girl seemed to be sitting down....talking to her sword? Saya turned her head away to give the girl some privacy...it wasn't her business to know.
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"I hope I am not bothering you," she said softly before her voice cracked. Rukia quickly coughed to clear her throat. A hand with the tilt of the blade, sheathing it.
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"Did you want to sit down?" it felt weird to be sitting down while someone else was standing up. The only exception to that seemed to be Hagi...but he wasn't here. She scooted off to the side to give the other girl some room to sit down if she wanted.
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Renji hadn't had time to find normal clothes yet; it's not like the uniform of a shinigami was a strange sight for Rukia to see anyways. With a small exhalation he carefully approached the other shinigami with what resembled a concerned expression: furrowed brows and an intent brown-eyed gaze.
"Any luck?"
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