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ongoing; closed [backdated!]
When; January 22nd, Friday, late night; possibly carrying over into Sat. AM
Rating; PG
Characters; Kuchiki Rukia {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wingstock} & Ishida Uryuu {anti_buttons}
Summary; Separately caught in the stare of the catoblepas, a Shinigami and a Quincy find themselves in the Shadow City, wherein they use their heads. AND SUCH COOL THINGS. SUPER DUPER COOL, Y'DIG. Due to oncoming possible hiatus & Haku sick tiemz, this will be slooooow rolling. ... PS remember me? Yeah TL;DR big time!
Log;
At this point in his life, it could justifiably be said that Ishida Uryuu did not believe in luck for the sake of his sanity. (That, of course, was not the reason, the reason which persisted even after speaking with Fortune's son). If he were to believe in luck, then surely, he would have to accept that his was terrible. Beyond any and all expectations. Perhaps not beyond karma, but happily for a few of his less noble past deeds, Uryuu chose also to deny karma its right to be.
Only twenty-two hours prior had he been freed from a cat that now refused to share a room with him; twenty-two hours ago that monster had left with no word, only a well-aimed kick to his shin and the remains of his door in her wake. And the moron had a picture. Now, not a full day later, on his return trek from work, he turned a corner and before he could process the literal beast in front of him, he stood elsewhere.
The transition was as abrupt as blinking. It took him longer than it should have to realize that he stood in the City, or a bizarre replica; the air had not been thick with fog before, near-impenetrable and yet strangely lit. The lighting was dim, thin, and oddly, did absolutely nothing to abet his vision. A quick check of his belongings then followed; everything in its right place.
Still deplorably belated, when his hand moved in reflex to adjust his glasses, and only then, did Uryuu realize that he was glowing. Happily for his dignity, there was no one near to watch him jump spasmodically back, as if he could somehow escape himself.
The Quincy pendant glowed brighter still, and that helped him to connect the dots. Spirit power, spirit concentration, spirits -- all visible in an unnatural manner. Dots became lines, and lines a shape soon enough. Once able to accept and look past the shift in atmosphere and spirit presence, Uryuu could pay enough attention to the city around him (read: a cursory glance being more than enough) to realize it was -- well, the City.
A curse? The network had mentioned nothing, but perhaps he had been the first. Alert, and far from panicked, Uryuu fished his device from his bag. If this place were separate, would it be affected, would users visible change? When trapped beyond the barrier, the device had worked as usual - so it wasn't much to go on, but a start.
Rating; PG
Characters; Kuchiki Rukia {
wingstock} & Ishida Uryuu {anti_buttons}Summary; Separately caught in the stare of the catoblepas, a Shinigami and a Quincy find themselves in the Shadow City, wherein they use their heads. AND SUCH COOL THINGS. SUPER DUPER COOL, Y'DIG. Due to oncoming possible hiatus & Haku sick tiemz, this will be slooooow rolling. ... PS remember me? Yeah TL;DR big time!
Log;
At this point in his life, it could justifiably be said that Ishida Uryuu did not believe in luck for the sake of his sanity. (That, of course, was not the reason, the reason which persisted even after speaking with Fortune's son). If he were to believe in luck, then surely, he would have to accept that his was terrible. Beyond any and all expectations. Perhaps not beyond karma, but happily for a few of his less noble past deeds, Uryuu chose also to deny karma its right to be.
Only twenty-two hours prior had he been freed from a cat that now refused to share a room with him; twenty-two hours ago that monster had left with no word, only a well-aimed kick to his shin and the remains of his door in her wake. And the moron had a picture. Now, not a full day later, on his return trek from work, he turned a corner and before he could process the literal beast in front of him, he stood elsewhere.
The transition was as abrupt as blinking. It took him longer than it should have to realize that he stood in the City, or a bizarre replica; the air had not been thick with fog before, near-impenetrable and yet strangely lit. The lighting was dim, thin, and oddly, did absolutely nothing to abet his vision. A quick check of his belongings then followed; everything in its right place.
Still deplorably belated, when his hand moved in reflex to adjust his glasses, and only then, did Uryuu realize that he was glowing. Happily for his dignity, there was no one near to watch him jump spasmodically back, as if he could somehow escape himself.
The Quincy pendant glowed brighter still, and that helped him to connect the dots. Spirit power, spirit concentration, spirits -- all visible in an unnatural manner. Dots became lines, and lines a shape soon enough. Once able to accept and look past the shift in atmosphere and spirit presence, Uryuu could pay enough attention to the city around him (read: a cursory glance being more than enough) to realize it was -- well, the City.
A curse? The network had mentioned nothing, but perhaps he had been the first. Alert, and far from panicked, Uryuu fished his device from his bag. If this place were separate, would it be affected, would users visible change? When trapped beyond the barrier, the device had worked as usual - so it wasn't much to go on, but a start.