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Log; ongoing
When; Directly following Rukia's arrival to The City
Rating; PG-13 [honestly does Ichigo EVER make it out of a scenario without a curse word? I think not.]
Characters; Ichigo and Rukiagloom and doom
Summary; Ichigo goes to pick Rukia up from the fountain.
Log; The air seemed neither hot nor cool and while nothing other than the word of comrades and the appearance in The City itself told her of its odd and supernatural qualities for certain, something about the feel of the place was indeed different than anything Rukia had felt before. She felt neither completely alive, nor dead, and while that was possibly the result of minor this-world-that-world-culture shock, it was just as likely that it was something far less logical. Eyes scanning her surroundings, she could not discern much about 'the place' they all seemed to have come to on the whim of what sounded to her like supposed deities. It was dark, but somehow that wasn't surprising. Above all she had been told to be careful.
Almost, a part of her laughed. She knew how to be careful.
It shocked her slightly how within what must have been seconds of her arrival, so many familiar voices greeted her, not all of them welcome. At the thought of the female Arrancar witch, Rukia wrinkled her nose in distaste, crossing her arms as she glanced behind her, not quite sure which direction the idiot would be coming from.
Rating; PG-13 [honestly does Ichigo EVER make it out of a scenario without a curse word? I think not.]
Characters; Ichigo and Rukia
Summary; Ichigo goes to pick Rukia up from the fountain.
Log; The air seemed neither hot nor cool and while nothing other than the word of comrades and the appearance in The City itself told her of its odd and supernatural qualities for certain, something about the feel of the place was indeed different than anything Rukia had felt before. She felt neither completely alive, nor dead, and while that was possibly the result of minor this-world-that-world-culture shock, it was just as likely that it was something far less logical. Eyes scanning her surroundings, she could not discern much about 'the place' they all seemed to have come to on the whim of what sounded to her like supposed deities. It was dark, but somehow that wasn't surprising. Above all she had been told to be careful.
Almost, a part of her laughed. She knew how to be careful.
It shocked her slightly how within what must have been seconds of her arrival, so many familiar voices greeted her, not all of them welcome. At the thought of the female Arrancar witch, Rukia wrinkled her nose in distaste, crossing her arms as she glanced behind her, not quite sure which direction the idiot would be coming from.