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tampered2007-06-05 08:09 pm
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When; June 5th, evening and night
Rating; PG at most
Characters; Rangiku and Sode no Shirayuki
Summary; Rangiku's given a dubious gift thanks to a certain angel. She spends the night talking to her.
Log;
The rooftop was warm under Rangiku's feet as she paced across it, a slim form held in her careful grip. Walter had given the blade to her a little while before and for a long time, she just looked at it. The form was different enough from her own beloved Haineko, but she knew it would be. Haineko had fit so perfectly in her hand after so long together... she would've known the hilt just by touch.
Still silent, she settled in her usual thinking spot; a blanket spread several feet from the edge so she could sit, either watching the sky or in quiet meditation. Centuries of practice made it easy for her to drop into that precious peace. After several minutes of stillness, she focused her power, not just her wavering reiatsu, and called the blade's spirit.
“I would speak with you, if you wish it...”
Rating; PG at most
Characters; Rangiku and Sode no Shirayuki
Summary; Rangiku's given a dubious gift thanks to a certain angel. She spends the night talking to her.
Log;
The rooftop was warm under Rangiku's feet as she paced across it, a slim form held in her careful grip. Walter had given the blade to her a little while before and for a long time, she just looked at it. The form was different enough from her own beloved Haineko, but she knew it would be. Haineko had fit so perfectly in her hand after so long together... she would've known the hilt just by touch.
Still silent, she settled in her usual thinking spot; a blanket spread several feet from the edge so she could sit, either watching the sky or in quiet meditation. Centuries of practice made it easy for her to drop into that precious peace. After several minutes of stillness, she focused her power, not just her wavering reiatsu, and called the blade's spirit.
“I would speak with you, if you wish it...”