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Who: Gintoki and Shinji
What: Shinji meets a new challenge
When: April 7th evening
Where: Starts at the lobby of the apartments, end…who knows?
Summary: Gintoki meets Shinji in an attempt to understand and control his inner Hollow. Hilarity most likely to ensue.
Rating: PG-13, because Shinji has a mouth on him. And things could get a little gory.
Shinji stood in the lobby of the apartments, wondering why it was he’d chosen some crappy little straw tent thing when he could have stayed somewhere a little more...stable looking. Still, he never was one for stability, so he supposed that it fit, for the moment.
He looked down at his pointed shoes, a little scuffed from an afternoon spent exploring. It had taken him quite a while to find this place, and he’d discovered that his usual prowess with defying gravity was somewhat limited here. He was glad no one was around when he’d landed headfirst in a rather peculiar looking bush, which he could have sworn laughed at him.
Now, however, matters were more serious. Now he was waiting for that Gintoki kid, trying to justify helping a stranger when the last time he’d tried helping of this nature it had nearly gone so badly wrong.
Perhaps, he considered with a wry smile, if the kid hit him hard enough he’d wake up in his bed again.
What: Shinji meets a new challenge
When: April 7th evening
Where: Starts at the lobby of the apartments, end…who knows?
Summary: Gintoki meets Shinji in an attempt to understand and control his inner Hollow. Hilarity most likely to ensue.
Rating: PG-13, because Shinji has a mouth on him. And things could get a little gory.
Shinji stood in the lobby of the apartments, wondering why it was he’d chosen some crappy little straw tent thing when he could have stayed somewhere a little more...stable looking. Still, he never was one for stability, so he supposed that it fit, for the moment.
He looked down at his pointed shoes, a little scuffed from an afternoon spent exploring. It had taken him quite a while to find this place, and he’d discovered that his usual prowess with defying gravity was somewhat limited here. He was glad no one was around when he’d landed headfirst in a rather peculiar looking bush, which he could have sworn laughed at him.
Now, however, matters were more serious. Now he was waiting for that Gintoki kid, trying to justify helping a stranger when the last time he’d tried helping of this nature it had nearly gone so badly wrong.
Perhaps, he considered with a wry smile, if the kid hit him hard enough he’d wake up in his bed again.