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tampered2007-04-14 11:09 pm
fishcake-dreams.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2007-04-14 11:09 pm
Log; Ongoing
When; April 14th, evening
Rating; PG?
Characters; Isane {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fishcake_dreams}, Rangiku {10thdiv_haineko}, & Xulchilbara {revelations9x6}
Summary; Isane heads to Xulchilbara's residence to see Rangiku.
Log;
Isane was most assuredly not happy.
She had gotten directions to the residence of the Red God, had come, as requested. But not for Him. She came for Rangiku.
No matter how vehemently she disagreed with her friend's decisions, (and oh did she disagree. Quite vehemently.), Isane had never been one to be very vocal about her opinions when her opinions were in dissent, and she didn't like offending friends. She had trouble making them, she was a little shy sometimes, and...
What a stupid thing to be thinking about. The vice could have hit herself. No, what she was not happy about now was her sword. Now that she was here... she looked up at the manor and gulped. The Red God... he terrified her, she would admit that. He intimidated her, and he'd... demanded she leave her blade. Gaze worried, Isane looked down at Itegumo, thumb running lightly along the hilt. She'd never been apart from him, really. She was prone to carrying it around the 4th division even during peacetime.
But... the shinigami shook her head, bracing to her full height, a tad intimidating of one for a woman, and exhaled slowly.
Then she hunched her shoulders back down and tentatively knocked on the door.
Rating; PG?
Characters; Isane {
fishcake_dreams}, Rangiku {10thdiv_haineko}, & Xulchilbara {revelations9x6}Summary; Isane heads to Xulchilbara's residence to see Rangiku.
Log;
Isane was most assuredly not happy.
She had gotten directions to the residence of the Red God, had come, as requested. But not for Him. She came for Rangiku.
No matter how vehemently she disagreed with her friend's decisions, (and oh did she disagree. Quite vehemently.), Isane had never been one to be very vocal about her opinions when her opinions were in dissent, and she didn't like offending friends. She had trouble making them, she was a little shy sometimes, and...
What a stupid thing to be thinking about. The vice could have hit herself. No, what she was not happy about now was her sword. Now that she was here... she looked up at the manor and gulped. The Red God... he terrified her, she would admit that. He intimidated her, and he'd... demanded she leave her blade. Gaze worried, Isane looked down at Itegumo, thumb running lightly along the hilt. She'd never been apart from him, really. She was prone to carrying it around the 4th division even during peacetime.
But... the shinigami shook her head, bracing to her full height, a tad intimidating of one for a woman, and exhaled slowly.
Then she hunched her shoulders back down and tentatively knocked on the door.