Pink ~* 01 *~ One Irate Espada

[ttlyagenius]

Who: Szayel Aporro and stop_panicking
What: Szayel finally gets free of the LINE. He's not a very happy camper.
When: Late evening
Where: Stomping off to his assigned room.
Warnings: Szayel. Yes, that's a warning in and of itself.

Comments

I just realized, these two are roommate. Only bad things can happen :)

[sewing_prince]

Ishida was on his way back to his room, having spent some time looking up fashions from the time frame of Shakespeare's Hamlet when he had felt it. Something wasn't quite right.

He paused, raising his head from his book and glancing around, eyes narrowing. He knew he felt this feeling before, back in Karakura, and didn't like the fact he was feeling it again. He shut his book and slid it back into the bag he had with him, his hand dropping until he felt the cool metal of the Quincy star settle in his palm, his fingers curling around it.

(( OOC: I hope this is all right. If it's not, let me know and I'll edit. &hearts ))

...win. Just. Win. And it's okay; I was getting worried with no replies. DDDD:

[ttlyagenius]

Just at that moment, a loud bang came from down the hall, and a certain pink haired individual in white took his frustrations out on a wall, leaving a dent behind. Really, Szayel was annoyed enough not to care if he broke the place right now...

...and he paused at that moment, sensing a familiar presence through his anger. Was that...? Really...? He didn't say anything, didn't move; it would be better to see how the Quincy responded...

Work has been killing me with close/open shifts back to back. ):

[sewing_prince]

The loud bang caused Ishida's fingers to tighten around the object in his palm. He took a few cautious steps forward, wondering if Urahara, Yoruichi or any of the others felt this as well (he didn't count Ichigo, he couldn't feel his way out of a paper bag as far as Ishida was concerned).

He was already subconsciously pulling at the reishi around himself, prepared to call his bow at a moments notice if he should need to.

The only thing now was should be announce his presence or not. But something told him that if he could feel whoever this was, then they probably already knew he was there.

I feel your pain. D:

[ttlyagenius]

...what was this? No arrow through the neck? No grand declarations of defeating him? Quincy, he was so disappointed; clearly he's not the only one off his game at the moment. He rolled his eyes, before turning toward Ishida, adjusting his glasses.

"Well? What are you waiting for? An invitation?"