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Hello . . . ?|
[ there's a burst of white noise as the Forge's setting is abruptly switched from text to audio, but the man behind the transmission doesn't seem to be entirely satisfied with the output format. he mumbles to himself as he investigates further, some bits and phrases more audible than others -'should take care not to lose ( Read more... )
Hello . . . ?|
[ there's a burst of white noise as the Forge's setting is abruptly switched from text to audio, but the man behind the transmission doesn't seem to be entirely satisfied with the output format. he mumbles to himself as he investigates further, some bits and phrases more audible than others -'should take care not to lose ( Read more... )
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[ Routine check in, seeing as how, for once, he doesn't have to play information center. That's like a vacation. ]
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Kuchiki-taicho. Your sister mentioned your presence here, though without delving into too much detail.
Might I ask how long your sojourn in Anatole has lasted?
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I arrived here one year, five months, and three weeks ago, during the infiltration of Hueco Mundo.
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But, more than anything his else, his silence says: Too long. Byakuya's stay here has hardly been a sojourn at all. ]
I'm sorry to hear that. The infiltration was well underway before I arrived here myself, though I am not aware of much information pertaining to it.
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See? All she had to do was wait. Giving up was a mistake, and she feels guilty for it, but that guilt is eclipsed by the swell of relief and the tiny, hissing fear underlying it. She ignores that fear, that guilt, and she can't seem to stop her voice from rising in volume. It's the first time she's said his full name in a long time. Her voice no longer breaks when she does.]
Jyuushirou Ukitake!
I still have your cinnamon tea! I---
---I'll get it right now!
[And she sees that blood.]
A-are you hurt?
I have your kotatsu, too. If your feet are cold? [Well, sometimes hurt people have cold feet, right?]
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She is worried, that much is easily readable from her tone, and for a moment, he gives pause as he tries to picture her face. ]
Ah, I'm fine. Both my person, and my feet. [ The lilt of his voice indicates a joke, an attempt to console her. ]
And while cinnamon tea sounds positively lovely, I...
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I'm afraid I don't know your name.
I'm sorry.
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She's very still for a moment, breath catching and the need to swallow lodging just behind it as the screen displays video.
But. He looks the same, doesn't he? (Oh, he does, Dawnie, that's how this place sticks the knife in sometimes, doesn't it?) She's heard of this, knows it well that there are different versions of people - hell, she's seen an alternate version of herself - but she's never had to deal with it on so personal a level, before.
She can't know that she's lost memories of her own in returning to human form - how her brief stint as a green energy ball had robbed her of any memories of Yazoo. Not that it had been a bad thing; those memories were bad ones.
But this.
It hurts, and she doesn't know what to do with it. Wasn't prepared for it. So she's quiet still as she switches her own feed to video, pressing her lips together in a sad little smile before she's able to swallow.
And finally to speak. Her voice cracks a little this time.]
I-it's okay.
[Deep breath. This is not the time to cry ( ... )
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You don't remember where the tea is.
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It would seem so. Though I don't often practice the habit of apologizing for my ignorance, in this situation, I feel as though I should.
Have I disappointed you in some way?
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He got lost in the Mist helping helping her look for something that wasn't there to begin with, had never been there, (she should have known this, why hadn't she known?) and she'd been the one to ask for his company, hadn't she? So of course it's his fault that she now feels partly responsible for his disappearance.]
If you don't remember then I suppose you're not to blame, are you?
[Oh, Anatole. How many Edwards had come through the Door? Now this? Irritating. At least it wasn't another one of those idiots from Amestris with their talk of Father. That's enough of a comfort that her mask returns, all smiles and artifice.]
You probably don't even remember my name~
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[ He is aware, perhaps more than she knows, of her shifting mood, and of what it is that she doesn't say. But he won't pry, though he knows something is amiss, and that yes, he has very much disappointed her. ]
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But, what would you like to know about Karakura town?
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[ Oh goodness. ]
Orihime-chan, is that really the case? [ Because if it is, he's not sure how he'll survive his stay in Anatole. ]
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[ He mulls over his thoughts for a moment, falling silent. ]
I know it's asking a trifle much, but might you know the outcome of the war, of the battles...? And what of your own safety?
[ She'd still been imprisoned in Hueco Mundo, during his time. It would be a lie to say he wasn't concerned for her. ]
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Me? I'm alright! [She grins widely to prove this before mirroring his own, more serious expression.] Ukitake-san, I'm from further ahead in time than everyone else. Kurosaki-kun beats Aizen and things turn out alright. [She wants to say more, but she's not sure how.]
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The voice is also remarkably familiar, but he doesn't dwell on it for too long, because - ]
[ ooc; ruasdkljsa;ru Sorry! I'm sure Ukitake would be familiar with Isshin, at least? You're more than welcome to decide to what extent! ]
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