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[flight_15]

Characters: Hollow Ichigo and anyone who sees Watanuki's post and decides to help.
Content: Ichigo won. Trouble is, he's not quite himself anymore.
Setting: The same shounen desert as the Bradley fight log immediately preceding this one.
Time: Right after the aforementioned log.
Warnings: Hollow Ichigo being a creeper, violence, whatever else you

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[daggersinsmile]

Tracking was always a much easier thing to do when in Beast Mode. For one thing, his sense of smell was far keener- even the slightest trace was enough for him to follow. And he imagined the trail of blood scent wasn't something his normal body would have found it easy to pick up on. With grim determination Dinobot ran on, one thing and one thing only on his processor. He was going to kill the Organic known as Bradley.

Though he hadn't realized he'd have to get in line.

Picking up a new scent, his nostrils flared. Blood. Bradely's, and quite a bit of it. And someone else's blood. He snarled, and increased his pace, finally sighting his quarry. He stopped near the churned mass of what had been Bradley. The grotesqueness of the scene did not bother him any more than it did the Hollow, really. Though the fact that he was too late most assuredly did

[princelyspirit]

Utena's heart pounded against her chest as she ran through the Badlands. Rikku had explained everything, about how there was this...this monster inside Ichigo. She knew how powerful he was, she knew how sadistic he was, and she knew how dangerous he was. Her long, swift strides skidded to a halt, though, as soon as she heard that howl. Was that him? With fear in her heart, she wondered: Was that Ichigo?

...no, not Ichigo. It was something else entirely. Her eyes narrowed in fury, and she called out, "Ichigo! Ichigo Kurosaki!"

[drinkitlovelife]

Rose brushed the handle of her mirror with her hand. She let a handful of rose petals fly in the air and took in a deep breath.

"Not good, not good, not good."

[flight_15]

The hollow skidded to a halt, lizardlike legs and their claws digging into the dry Badlands dirt. He heard Utena call that name, and felt a surge of irritation.

"How many times do I have to say it?" he said, twisting his masked face to look at the newcomers.

Oh.

That dinosaur looked interesting.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

His muscles tensed, then he sprang into a rapid run, intending to meet Dinobot halfway. "That's not my name!"