Yesterday's been laid to rest, changing of the guard [open!]

[flight_15]

Characters: Ichigo Kurosaki and anyone on the Amestris
Content: HATERS GONNA HATE. No really, this is Ichigo giving up on his reputation and getting on with his life. He hasn't been hiding out in his room or avoiding anyone--actually, he seems strangely confident. ALSO FEEL FREE TO NOTICE A RING HE'S WEARING. ON HIS LEFT RING FINGER. Surely

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[regendrache]

Uryuu was rather happily on his way to the mess hall - the ghosts were gone, and while he didn't know how, he found he didn't particularly care right now. They had been annoying.

A shock of bright-orange hair out of the corner of his eye distracted him from his internal train of thoughts. Speaking of things that were annoying... He gave Ichigo a small glare. "What are you doing here? I thought you left."

[flight_15]

Ichigo turned to look at the exorcist, puzzled more than annoyed. "Huh? Why would you think that I--oh," he said, realizing his mistake with a sheepish scratching at the back of his neck. "I guess I forgot to tell you. Since those ghosts were here because of me, I had to cut off access to my spiritual powers." It had been that or leave the ship -- and though Uryuu might have been pleased if Ichigo had done the latter, the pilot was glad he'd been able to stay here.

[regendrache]

Uryuu's slight glare didn't quite fade. He'd hoped to be free of the idiot mercenary and the pack of trouble that inevitably trailed after him. Though if what he said was true... "Well, I suppose this means you won't give me any more headaches, at least."

[flight_15]

Ichigo closed his eyes, shrugging carelessly. "Yeah, sorry to disappoint you, but I'm planning on sticking around for a while," he said, not sounding sorry at all. The illusion was further ruined by a sideways grin. "Looks like you'll just have to deal with me."

Yeah, Ishida was kind of an annoying guy, but he was good to have at your back in a fight. Ichigo didn't know how good the security forces on this ship were, but it was good to know there were people here he could count on, like Ishida and Zeetha.

[xray_exorcist]

Allen had been taking a stroll through the ship. He'd decided to take break from setting up the ballroom, after all there were plenty of people in there already. He rounded a corner, bumping into a familiar hollofied individual.

"Sorry.", he smiled, before realising that something felt abit off with Ichigo. For some reason he couldnt feel any spiritual energy from the redhead, unlike their previous encounter.

[flight_15]

"Wha--hey, watch where you're going," Ichigo said out of reflex, taking a step back to look at who he'd bumped into.

...wait a sec, this guy looked familiar. Ichigo had seen him not too long ago, hadn't he? White hair, a weird thing around the eye...

That's right, it was that guy who'd been playing the piano! "Oh, it's you," Ichigo said. He couldn't bring the exorcist's name to mind for the life of him, but that was normal for Ichigo. "You're that guy who was in the ballroom, right?"

[xray_exorcist]

Allen thought back to their previous encounter, it wasnt the best first impression he'd given.

"Eh, yes" he smiled, looking over Ichigo's shoulder as though he were expecting to see someone there. He was tempted to activate his eye, just to be certain that he wasnt imagining the emptiness around Ichigo. But that would have been rude.

"Allen Walker", he extended his right hand.

gdi I owe you a tag don't I

[flight_15]

Ichigo took it, realizing that the reason he could talk to Allen like this was because of the ring on his left hand. If his powers hadn't been sealed away, there probably would have been another incident where whatever Allen's abilities were went haywire. Cutting off access to his own spiritual energy had been a good decision.

"Ichigo Kurosaki. Uh...sorry about what happened last time."

[justacafeowner]

A frothy mug of coffee in hand, Mr. H was looking at the planes. Was he being nosy, looking for inspiration, or was it something more sinster? Only the man himself truly knew.

Taking a drink from the mug, he began to search for his nephew's plane. Something felt different about the ship and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

[flight_15]

He wouldn`t have to look very long. A small radio sat playing music on the ground by a sleek black plane. One of the panels below the nosecone was open, and Mr. H`s nephew himself was crouched underneath, spanner in hand. Ichigo didn`t notice the new presence at first, unable to hear the footsteps over the radio, intent on his work.

[justacafeowner]

Pure black, huh? Well black was always stylish...but still...

Well back to buisness at hand. He looked the plane over. He didn't know much, but it looked like a good one. Stooping down he put on his smirky, smile.

"Need some help, Strawberry?"

[flight_15]

"Huh?"

Ichigo looked down from his work, blinking at his uncle. "Oh, it's you. Nah, I'm fine. Thanks, though." He gave the spanner a final, hard turn, then closed the panel up and latched it shut. "I was just finishing up, anyway," the pilot said, pulling off one thick work glove, and then the other, revealing the small, plain ring on his finger. Ichigo picked up a dirty rag and proceeded to try to get the worst of the engine grease off his arms. He succeded only in spreading it around more evenly.

Eh, he'd wash up soon enough. "What're you doing down here anyway?" he asked, wondering what would bring Mr. H down to the hangar.

[flailingbento]

Watanuki was finally getting over the trauma of that damned network post himself. This had involved a lot of hiding in the galley and not talking to people and staying the hell off the network; but finally, things seemed to be dying down, to the point that he wasn't in a terrible mood while he worked

[flight_15]

"I figured you would be," Ichigo said by way of answer. He hadn't talked with Watanuki in a couple of weeks, figuring it'd be better to give the other time to calm down from the huge network trainwreck. And...well, he wanted to. Not for any particular reason, not because there was something heavy and pressing that they needed to talk about, but just because they were friends. His manner was perfectly casual, with his hands in his pockets. There was also an uncharacteristically open expression on Ichigo's face. "So I came by. What's up?"

He hadn't moved to sit down yet, standing by the door instead. Ichigo glanced around the kitchen -- much bigger and fancier than the previous few he'd seen, he noted. That probably kept Watanuki happy.

[flailingbento]

The Winding Way had had an impressive kitchen, but even that had nothing on the Amestris's enormous galley. (There were multiple pantries.) Watanuki still couldn't believe his luck at getting to work in such a place.

Ichigo's presence in it wasn't so terribly unusual; he'd come by enough times on the Way. But he wasn't here to collect debt-bento this time, and Watanuki couldn't think of anything spirit-related they needed to talk about. Was he really here just... to talk?

Well. There was no real reason to turn him out, and Watanuki found he didn't want to. "I'm just working," he said, indicating the steaming pot on the stove. "My shift's over soon, but I can finish this before I leave. ...You can come in, you know."

[flight_15]

Oh, okay. So he was welcome. That was good. Ichigo pulled the door shut behind him, then settled into a chair near one of the counters, looking sideways at the cook.

"So you heard those rumors, right? About you and Roxas?"

It counted as small talk. Ichigo didn't buy it, personally, having too recently been the victim of overzealous gossip, but it didn't hurt to check.

[the19thchief]

Having finished most of the work she needed to do for the day, Huang Rong was just heading to the ballroom to watch them practice when she passed by a person with orange hair coming the other way.

Her footsteps stopped and she craned her head back curiously. Orange hair.

If she had kept up with the tabloids at all, she would have recognized him, but all she knew of the events had been gotten second hand (read: Watanuki) so she didn't realize that this was the "Ichigo" the chef had been yelling about.

Still...orange hair.

She turned around and followed the person nimbly and silently. When she was barely a foot away, she asked, "How'd you get your hair to look like that?"

[flight_15]

She got a very satisfying response from the pilot. He nearly jumped, back going ramrod-straight, arms freezing. Ichigo whirled around to look at the girl, surprised -- it wasn't often someone managed to catch him by surprise like this. He supposed he'd just been distracted.

"How'd you sneak up on me like that?" he shot right back, not answering her question yet. It was, alas, one he'd gotten before from people who were convinced his hair couldn't be that shade without dying it. If he'd cared about what they thought, he'd have dyed it black a long time ago.

[the19thchief]

She hadn't really been expecting any response in particular, but was quite amused by the reaction she did get judging by the wide smile on her face.

"I walked." There was no 'duh' tagged on the end of her answer, but her tone suggested it was there, "And don't change the subject: how'd you get your hair to look like that?"

[flight_15]

It figured someone would ask on the new ship. It wasn't the flashiest hair color out there -- Jean and Milk were proof enough of that -- but it did stand out. "It grew that way," he deadpanned, mirroring her tone -- the 'duh' was implied.