Post by Rin Mouretsu on Dec 9, 2012 21:49:17 GMT -5
Man, who’d have thought that Tamira was such a fuckin’ beast of a brawler. I’d never before fought someone with that kind of martial practice—she even blocked Rubberchump with her mere fists! Seriously, I ain’t gonna lie, she caught me by surprise with that. I tried real hard not to let it show though, and I pray to whoever’s up there that she didn’t notice.
I glanced up at the settin’ sky as I spoke, trailin’ the burnin’ clouds as they floated towards the orange sun in the backdrop. It all seemed surreal, and for the first time in ages, I felt all tingly inside—I even got goosebumps. Why was I so relaxed? I have no fuckin’ clue, maybe it was that I got my daily fightin’ fix from the encounter with Tamira. I sighed, as I looked down at my folded legs, lettin’ out some steam. The hairs near my feet rustled as a strong gust blew from behind, causin’ my torn jacket to lift up, showin’ all the fresh scars and bruises I’d received. Although, the breeze felt real nice, soothin’ away my burnin’ ache—unfortunately, it was all short lived, ‘cause as soon as the wind was gone, shit turned back to a full on boil.
I leaned forward just as my jacket fell back onto my wounds, tryin’ to ease the sting; I squinted, wincing slightly. Wooh, now that wasn’t so bad—I let out a sigh as I rubbed my legs, the hakama feelin’ slightly cool to the touch.
You know, before joinin’ the Gotei 6, I’d never before placed too much thought into it—like what my life would become, what I’d have to do as a member, and most importantly, how I’d have to improve both as an individual and combatant. I mean, I had the right idea—I still do, wantin’ to fight as much as possible, but I’ve got no fuckin’ finesse. After seein’ some of these other Shinigami use special techniques and combat forms, I got pretty jealous.
I shut my eyes, a sudden chill of depression runnin’ through my spine—all these Shinigami seem to have a form of relationship I’m startin’ to worry I’ll never have with Rubberchump.
I wiped at my eyes, tryin’ to keep from cryin’—I’d hate myself if I ever shed tears. I’ve never done it, nor do I intend to ever. That shit’s for the weak. “And I’m not weak!” I yelled to no one in particular, grittin’ my teeth. “I’ll just keep fightin’ those who are stronger, learnin’ from my mistakes.”
You cannot learn what you do not know exists, Rin-kun echoed in my mind. Old Ririn was full of wisdom—she’d always tried teachin’ me somethin’ new every day at the dinner table. At first, I’d never believe her, but after a while, when it came time to experience first-hand what she’d told me, I learned the hard way that she had been right all along. It’s strange how life works, how we work—you’d think that sentient beings would be able to learn from their mistakes.
I shook my head, disappointed in myself; I was one of those goofs who never learned. But who can blame me for being me? I grew up like this, my only passion in life wantin’ to get stronger—to fight against those who had power to gain it for myself. That is what I was meant to do—that is my purpose.
I fell back, my shoulders strikin’ softly at the tiled roof of the tall wall. Raisin’ my arm over my face for comfort, I shifted Rubberchump’s position; part of the sword’s guard was diggin’ into my ribs, but I knew it wasn’t on purpose. For some reason, he seemed pretty happy of late.
Maybe all of this self-indulgent cryin’ I’d been doin’ has given him some material to poke fun at. I wouldn’t doubt that theory at all. I’ve always seen the little pink bugger’s eyes flicker with joy every time I’ve hit rock bottom.
My nostrils flared, causin’ the center of my brows to crease. This is why I’ll never be able to unite with Rubberchump—he’s never understood me and I’m sure he’ll never end up wantin’ to. “Fuck ‘em,” I whispered to myself, switchin’ my sore left arm with my right.
The bright red sun had begun to do what it did best, the hairs on my bare chest singin’ from the heat. I took a deep breath, wantin’ to get up but decidin’ to just lay there for a little time longer—somethin’ about the 2nd Division always hit me the right way, not to mention the area had the nicest—and most frequent—breezes in all of Seireitei.
I’d met some interestin’ folk ‘round these parts too, and by interestin’, I mean the fightin’ type. Fightin’, fightin’, fightin’. Just thinkin’ about that word over and over again got me excited, blood pumpin’ excited.
Hey, maybe if I stayed here a bit longer, someone from the 2nd would show up. And maybe, he’d also be the fightin’ type.
I shut my eyes, hopin’ my wish would come true.
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WC: 860 - GP: 17
Total GP: 17
I glanced up at the settin’ sky as I spoke, trailin’ the burnin’ clouds as they floated towards the orange sun in the backdrop. It all seemed surreal, and for the first time in ages, I felt all tingly inside—I even got goosebumps. Why was I so relaxed? I have no fuckin’ clue, maybe it was that I got my daily fightin’ fix from the encounter with Tamira. I sighed, as I looked down at my folded legs, lettin’ out some steam. The hairs near my feet rustled as a strong gust blew from behind, causin’ my torn jacket to lift up, showin’ all the fresh scars and bruises I’d received. Although, the breeze felt real nice, soothin’ away my burnin’ ache—unfortunately, it was all short lived, ‘cause as soon as the wind was gone, shit turned back to a full on boil.
I leaned forward just as my jacket fell back onto my wounds, tryin’ to ease the sting; I squinted, wincing slightly. Wooh, now that wasn’t so bad—I let out a sigh as I rubbed my legs, the hakama feelin’ slightly cool to the touch.
You know, before joinin’ the Gotei 6, I’d never before placed too much thought into it—like what my life would become, what I’d have to do as a member, and most importantly, how I’d have to improve both as an individual and combatant. I mean, I had the right idea—I still do, wantin’ to fight as much as possible, but I’ve got no fuckin’ finesse. After seein’ some of these other Shinigami use special techniques and combat forms, I got pretty jealous.
I shut my eyes, a sudden chill of depression runnin’ through my spine—all these Shinigami seem to have a form of relationship I’m startin’ to worry I’ll never have with Rubberchump.
I wiped at my eyes, tryin’ to keep from cryin’—I’d hate myself if I ever shed tears. I’ve never done it, nor do I intend to ever. That shit’s for the weak. “And I’m not weak!” I yelled to no one in particular, grittin’ my teeth. “I’ll just keep fightin’ those who are stronger, learnin’ from my mistakes.”
You cannot learn what you do not know exists, Rin-kun echoed in my mind. Old Ririn was full of wisdom—she’d always tried teachin’ me somethin’ new every day at the dinner table. At first, I’d never believe her, but after a while, when it came time to experience first-hand what she’d told me, I learned the hard way that she had been right all along. It’s strange how life works, how we work—you’d think that sentient beings would be able to learn from their mistakes.
I shook my head, disappointed in myself; I was one of those goofs who never learned. But who can blame me for being me? I grew up like this, my only passion in life wantin’ to get stronger—to fight against those who had power to gain it for myself. That is what I was meant to do—that is my purpose.
I fell back, my shoulders strikin’ softly at the tiled roof of the tall wall. Raisin’ my arm over my face for comfort, I shifted Rubberchump’s position; part of the sword’s guard was diggin’ into my ribs, but I knew it wasn’t on purpose. For some reason, he seemed pretty happy of late.
Maybe all of this self-indulgent cryin’ I’d been doin’ has given him some material to poke fun at. I wouldn’t doubt that theory at all. I’ve always seen the little pink bugger’s eyes flicker with joy every time I’ve hit rock bottom.
My nostrils flared, causin’ the center of my brows to crease. This is why I’ll never be able to unite with Rubberchump—he’s never understood me and I’m sure he’ll never end up wantin’ to. “Fuck ‘em,” I whispered to myself, switchin’ my sore left arm with my right.
The bright red sun had begun to do what it did best, the hairs on my bare chest singin’ from the heat. I took a deep breath, wantin’ to get up but decidin’ to just lay there for a little time longer—somethin’ about the 2nd Division always hit me the right way, not to mention the area had the nicest—and most frequent—breezes in all of Seireitei.
I’d met some interestin’ folk ‘round these parts too, and by interestin’, I mean the fightin’ type. Fightin’, fightin’, fightin’. Just thinkin’ about that word over and over again got me excited, blood pumpin’ excited.
Hey, maybe if I stayed here a bit longer, someone from the 2nd would show up. And maybe, he’d also be the fightin’ type.
I shut my eyes, hopin’ my wish would come true.
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WC: 860 - GP: 17
Total GP: 17
