Post by Kireon on Mar 4, 2016 16:40:04 GMT -5
Problems.
Sekai had a number of them.
The first was that undesired aftermath of that stupid fight with that stupid Shinigami who'd bankai'd at her and had gone all split in half in their battle. Said aftermath being a thing that only Shinigami were supposed to have; a Zanpakuto Spirit.
The second was having to come to a place that, for all intents and purposes, probably had her on a number of hit lists courtesy of one Shinigami she wasn't going to name. ...come to think of it, probably that bitch who'd manage to give her said Zanpakuto Spirit in the first place too.
Third was the simple fact that she couldn't find a single gods be damned portal that wasn't under such tight scrutiny and lock and key that she could sneak past just long enough to jump into the damn thing without causing a scene.
Fourth, but most notable was the fucking weather there in the outskirts of... Seireitei or whatever the outside of the wall place was called again. There really was no reason why Seireitei wouldn't have variations in their weather. She didn't even know why she expected it to be the opposite of Las Noches and Hueco Mundo; all sunshine and occasional clouds with a day and night time setting to maintain some realm of normalcy for those waiting to reincarnate. She slicked her soaked bangs out of her face with one hand. Cursed her completely ill fated luck three times for good measure while she was at it. Sekai glanced behind her with her senses cast out as far behind her as she could possibly angle them. As far, at least, without exerting anything more than bare hints of a spiritual signature.
Fifth problem, and most pressing, was the rookie Shinigami who just would not go away.
You've got ninety-nine problems, and the Shinigami caused 'em all. Her spirit supplied helpfully.
She couldn't even find a decent argument because it certainly felt like the truth. "He" was behind her, somewhere, stubborn and persistent and for the love of any god that might have existed in the afterlife, hellbent on capturing an 'intruder' to bring back to his Captain. That little number 'two' on his arm gave her every single reason in the world to reject his goal with every bit of passion within her petite body. Of all the Divisions not to be caught by, she'd been told long, long ago that the Second was absolutely the worst one. Someone caught by Second would likely disappear and never, ever be heard from again.
Probably grind my bones to powder and use it to make their Zanpakuto. She thought as her hand reached for a pine branch and pulled herself up into the thickly needled boughs.
Amenonuhoko startled her with a harsh bark of a laugh that extended into something more genuine. Grind your-- what the hell even gave you that idea? She couldn't even finish her repetition before breaking into snickering all over again.
Climbed higher, higher still, branches shook as she extended herself, scooting along the branch with careful positioning of hand and feet. Froze as his voice yelled for her to come out wherever she was hiding. His hand was on his Zanpakuto, eyes sweeping the area as she glared down at him from above. A triad of pine cones were within reach, she could just... drop them.
On his head.
Make them hard enough to knock him unconscious just long enough for her to escape. Maybe that'd make her feel a little better about him yelling at people to 'stop that fat rabbit looking girl'.
The rain intensified, drumming hard against the tiles on houses flashing past, the stone pathways echoing the harsh sound.
Fat rabbit. Really. He couldn't find anything more descriptive to say other than the fact that she, well, short with big eyes, long white hair, and okay fine she was still a little on the plump and curvy side. The onnabakama could do a lot for a young lady, but hide what was prominent-- her rear, thighs, and chest-- it could not fully do.
Maybe he just didn't want to call you the big titted rabbit? Her spirit offered 'helpfully'. Or, y'know, stop the girl with thick legs and an ass that could probably eat a qua-- Ow! Did you seriously just order your soul to fucking pinch my ass?
Oh thank the Gods she could think about hurting the spirit and it would happen. Next time I'll go right for the crease; that really hurts, just for your information. She snapped back at her unwanted guest. Inched a little further out over the branch. A little more. A liiiiiittle more...
Crack.
Son of a b--
She shrieked as the branch broke and took her with it. An equally loud splash sent water fountaining up and several multicolored koi racing far way from the impact site. She fumed, resisting the urge to bubble her frustration away and pulled herself together. Stupid. Heavy. Kimono. Stupid. Heavy. Hakama. Stupid, STUPID heavy hair. Climbed out of the pond with nothing but her pride anywhere close to intact.
"She's over there, get her!"
Oh for the love of-- Sekai scrambled, the squelch of her socks against her zori-- one missing now, thanks a lot, Shinigami-- making her grit her teeth as she glanced for somewhere, anywhere to hide-- and dove into a thick swath of brightly colored azalea. They'd be annoying the owner of the land for certain, she'd just have to keep lying low and hope they'd get bored and not start stabbing the brush with their swords.
A door to her left opened and she tried not to squeak. Covered up the sound with a very bad imitation of a cat's plaintive cry. Maybe they weren't cat people and would leave her alone.
She sneezed, grimaced.
She would not be defeated by the rain!
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WC: 985
GP: 19
Sekai had a number of them.
The first was that undesired aftermath of that stupid fight with that stupid Shinigami who'd bankai'd at her and had gone all split in half in their battle. Said aftermath being a thing that only Shinigami were supposed to have; a Zanpakuto Spirit.
The second was having to come to a place that, for all intents and purposes, probably had her on a number of hit lists courtesy of one Shinigami she wasn't going to name. ...come to think of it, probably that bitch who'd manage to give her said Zanpakuto Spirit in the first place too.
Third was the simple fact that she couldn't find a single gods be damned portal that wasn't under such tight scrutiny and lock and key that she could sneak past just long enough to jump into the damn thing without causing a scene.
Fourth, but most notable was the fucking weather there in the outskirts of... Seireitei or whatever the outside of the wall place was called again. There really was no reason why Seireitei wouldn't have variations in their weather. She didn't even know why she expected it to be the opposite of Las Noches and Hueco Mundo; all sunshine and occasional clouds with a day and night time setting to maintain some realm of normalcy for those waiting to reincarnate. She slicked her soaked bangs out of her face with one hand. Cursed her completely ill fated luck three times for good measure while she was at it. Sekai glanced behind her with her senses cast out as far behind her as she could possibly angle them. As far, at least, without exerting anything more than bare hints of a spiritual signature.
Fifth problem, and most pressing, was the rookie Shinigami who just would not go away.
You've got ninety-nine problems, and the Shinigami caused 'em all. Her spirit supplied helpfully.
She couldn't even find a decent argument because it certainly felt like the truth. "He" was behind her, somewhere, stubborn and persistent and for the love of any god that might have existed in the afterlife, hellbent on capturing an 'intruder' to bring back to his Captain. That little number 'two' on his arm gave her every single reason in the world to reject his goal with every bit of passion within her petite body. Of all the Divisions not to be caught by, she'd been told long, long ago that the Second was absolutely the worst one. Someone caught by Second would likely disappear and never, ever be heard from again.
Probably grind my bones to powder and use it to make their Zanpakuto. She thought as her hand reached for a pine branch and pulled herself up into the thickly needled boughs.
Amenonuhoko startled her with a harsh bark of a laugh that extended into something more genuine. Grind your-- what the hell even gave you that idea? She couldn't even finish her repetition before breaking into snickering all over again.
Climbed higher, higher still, branches shook as she extended herself, scooting along the branch with careful positioning of hand and feet. Froze as his voice yelled for her to come out wherever she was hiding. His hand was on his Zanpakuto, eyes sweeping the area as she glared down at him from above. A triad of pine cones were within reach, she could just... drop them.
On his head.
Make them hard enough to knock him unconscious just long enough for her to escape. Maybe that'd make her feel a little better about him yelling at people to 'stop that fat rabbit looking girl'.
The rain intensified, drumming hard against the tiles on houses flashing past, the stone pathways echoing the harsh sound.
Fat rabbit. Really. He couldn't find anything more descriptive to say other than the fact that she, well, short with big eyes, long white hair, and okay fine she was still a little on the plump and curvy side. The onnabakama could do a lot for a young lady, but hide what was prominent-- her rear, thighs, and chest-- it could not fully do.
Maybe he just didn't want to call you the big titted rabbit? Her spirit offered 'helpfully'. Or, y'know, stop the girl with thick legs and an ass that could probably eat a qua-- Ow! Did you seriously just order your soul to fucking pinch my ass?
Oh thank the Gods she could think about hurting the spirit and it would happen. Next time I'll go right for the crease; that really hurts, just for your information. She snapped back at her unwanted guest. Inched a little further out over the branch. A little more. A liiiiiittle more...
Crack.
Son of a b--
She shrieked as the branch broke and took her with it. An equally loud splash sent water fountaining up and several multicolored koi racing far way from the impact site. She fumed, resisting the urge to bubble her frustration away and pulled herself together. Stupid. Heavy. Kimono. Stupid. Heavy. Hakama. Stupid, STUPID heavy hair. Climbed out of the pond with nothing but her pride anywhere close to intact.
"She's over there, get her!"
Oh for the love of-- Sekai scrambled, the squelch of her socks against her zori-- one missing now, thanks a lot, Shinigami-- making her grit her teeth as she glanced for somewhere, anywhere to hide-- and dove into a thick swath of brightly colored azalea. They'd be annoying the owner of the land for certain, she'd just have to keep lying low and hope they'd get bored and not start stabbing the brush with their swords.
A door to her left opened and she tried not to squeak. Covered up the sound with a very bad imitation of a cat's plaintive cry. Maybe they weren't cat people and would leave her alone.
She sneezed, grimaced.
She would not be defeated by the rain!
–
WC: 985
GP: 19