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“Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.”
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Rukia glared back at the young man, while his statement was true, for it was something that had gone since the beginning of everything. Humans and souls alike, tend to be quite fragile.
“True.” she said calmly before crossing her arms, “Yet, what you do after it bleeds again...Overcoming it or not...it’s your own responsibility.”
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“That might depend.” she stated before placing an arm on her waist before taking a better look on the young man, apparently he dealt more to the scary-looking pervs. Well, considering she didn’t had many choices, she better went straight forward to it.
“There’s another guard of this place, if I’m correct. About this height, peculiar hat, craves meat, and beats anyone who threatens someone who seems in danger. My question is, does this guy is even paid?” she asked with an arched brow.
If Luffy was going to stick around her place, she’d to make sure he was going to pay at least the 80% of the rent there of course!
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If Nami wanted to survive this world there were some basic stuff she needed to do, one of them was gathering supplies and ingredients. Although she would much rather prefer to take a look around the places she haven’t seen yet, she understood that if she wanted to stay healthy -and above all keep her wallet growing- then the time called for it.
No wonder the main street was called like it, there were definitely very interesting places, and people. Studying an orange from the farmer’s market, the ginger decided to buy a few just to see how good could they be. Before she knew it, she realised she’d gathered way too much food for one lady, “Ah...That’s right...”, there was no crew to keep fed in this world.
Taking back the extra fruits, vegetables and ingredients, perhaps a bit more nostalgic than she intended. “When people stare too much, I charge them.” she warned once she felt the gaze of a nearby stranger.
Clash of the Hot Heads
{; continued from here (@bazz-b-heat ) } Boy did this moron have a surprise coming his way. Kurotsuchi was never one to back down from a challenge, confident enough in her abilities and cocky enough to show them off. Now that the machine was prompted to go as fast as it could, but certainly not fast enough to hinder someone like her, Kuro began to run at a much quicker pace. Should she continue this little game of his, it would be a while before she even broke a sweat. And something told her he would eventually grow bored and walk away. But now that she had his attention and that he’d managed to agitate her, why let him get off so easily? No, the little firecracker was gonna make him pay for disrupting her schedule. He was lucky she didn’t have the chance to show him how easy she could make him break out into a sweat with Yōton Sekkaigyō no Jutsu . Oh but the thought of doing just that made her smirk, and as he was busy watching her strong legs carry her across the limited path of the treadmill Kurotsuchi was already formulating a plan to get his blood pumping. Bazz-B? Zippy? The hell kinda name was that? Bumblebee was better, the way he buzzed around her like an obnoxious little insect. Time to show him just how zippy she could be. Kuro used the belt of the treadmill to her advantage as she planted her feet firmly against it and bent at the knees. When she neared the end, she nimbly leaped backwards off the machine and resisted the urge to slap the punk upside his head a few times as she did so. Hopping back, she took a defensive stance and made a ‘bring it on’ motion by curling her fingers becomingly at him. “Tell ya what pinky. If your lard-ass manages to catch me, you’ll get my name.”
Kurotsuchi didn’t even hesitate as she pivoted on her heel, swooped down to grab her bag and literally leaped out the nearest open window. Time to see if this smartass was more than talk.
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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez raised an eyebrow, unperturbed, though if he was honest, the edge of his lips did curl downwards ever so slightly.
What in the blazes had that been?
The high-ranking Arrancar had no doubt in mind that his reputation preceded him, given the right audience, but with this new joint, he wasn’t exactly leaving this up to chance either. Every single one of them had been stripped of their powers; if there was anything he could grab a hold of to gain an edge over anyone, he would.
In this case, it was getting right down to the heart of the matter.
“I wasn’t askin’ for my name, ya asshole. Who the Hell are you and what the fuck are you doin’?”
Frenemies v.2
It was almost an automated action, feet dragging as the mind wandered. His body had been drilled with the routine for so long now, before Bazz-B realized where he had trudged to, he was already there. Well hinged gates opened at the faintest touch, the building looming ominously before him. Pendulum City’s very own academy. The sight of it beckoned memories of Iwakiri through the dreary haze, recollection pushed back by disgust. Bazz-B was no closer to figuring this Pandora chick out.
Walking through the campus, it was an idle boredom that had him drawing comparisons between the two schools. As though he was dreaming within dream, he kept expecting to wake back up to his old classroom. To snap out of a haze and be once again working on his car. But the pin never dropped, this new school remained.
“Same shit, different smell,” he grumbled. It wasn’t his intention to start any ruckus on school grounds, didn’t need rumours affecting his lifestyle now. That was his thinking, until he spotted a certain mess of black hair through a window. Swearing, he charged ahead, banging a fist on the glass.
“Oi, Shinigami!”
The halls around Pendulum’s Academy, the windows, the surroundings of it, they were all so similar and so familiar. It was odd, who knew the previous life in Iwakiri would feel as real as the one she lead back in Soul Society. Even that mischievous headmaster, could be missed. The petite sighed, coming back to stare at her page when suddenly, a loud sound was obviously heard all over the classroom, and an unfortunately familiar deep voice shouted, definitely for her.
Taking a deep breath and rolling her eyes before staring back at the window. Yes, there he was. Former quincy, Bazz-B, known as the Heat. Usually he would be able to break that window so easily, which meant he was just as vulnerable.
She tried to ignore him, but knowing the possible drama that could happen because of it, made her all the more annoyed. Seriously now? Rukia stood up from her desk and hurried her way out with crossed arms. Of course he didn’t cared if this was a school or not to make a scene, the more civilised this could be handle the better. Being those two and their clashing personalities, one could only wonder for how long.
“If this isn’t important, then go away, quincy.”
How To Socialise: Don’t {Bazz/Law}
A roommate? Fantastic... just what he hadn’t wanted.
His lip curled, fingers tensing at his sides; how did he introduce himself? Just... how?
Trafalgar Law was never one for prolonged social interaction, and that is exactly what would likely be expected of him with a roommate to share his space with.
Wonderful.
For a long moment he just stood outside the door, hesitating; he’d shared a room before of course, before being moved, but his roommate had been so quiet he often forgot the boy was there. What if his new roommate wasn’t as tolerable...?
Nostrils flared, the doctor inhaling deeply. Then he rose a hand and rapped knuckles against the door, the expression on his face one fitting of a man walking to his demise.
Damn this place to the depths.
