Log: Ongoing

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When; Sat night
Rating; R for violence
Characters; Kuchiki Rukia juicebox_woes, Kurosaki Ichigo strawberried, Inoue Orihime soten_kisshun, Di Roy tiburonoculto, Hirako Shinji orthodontic, maybe more.
Summary; It's the vailent rescue effort jo!
Log;

Pain was all she felt at first, violet eyes slitting open momentarily before they clenched shut with a wince at the pain that lanced through her skull at the dim light. Biting back a groan of pain, Rukia simply let herself lay on the hard floor, trying to make sense of her surroundings. Her head ached, her ribs burned, and her vision was hazy. She could tell it was a room of some sort, with hard floor and fairly sparse furnishing. But other then that, she didnt really know.

Where...where am I?

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Ichigo watched with a sort of sick stillness as bone separated from body, blood blossoming from the arrancar's stump of an arm. An arm for an arm -- he hadn't even planned that. The scent was unmistakable, though, cloying and thick, but different -- because it was an arrancar, maybe -- in that it was oppressive, almost. Ichigo was used to the smell of fresh blood, but this made his stomach lurch, and his expression twisted into that of unveiled disgust in the aftermath, for all his leashed precision in the execution.

He had only a second to spare for disgust, however, barely registering the arrancar turning tail and fleeing. Ichigo hadn't even noticed he was being followed, either, too intent on his goal. The one he'd failed the very moment before he showed up here. The one he made it his job never to fail again.

Sneer quickly metamorphing into a concerned frown, Ichigo knelt down next to Rukia, Zangetsu singing as it connected clumsily with the floor. Ichigo was beyond that already, taking her nearly limp head in his hands, fingers swallowing her hair. Brows furrowing, he wiped the blood from her cheeks with a gentleness he had no idea he possessed, even though it was useless; she had blood all over.

"You're the idiot," he said in a voice that undermined the words. Why was she acting like she was dying? Something thick stopped in his throat.

She needed help. Now.

"Inoue." He repeated it louder, almost frantically: "Inoue!"