#devilryrots

We talk about Ichigo’s look

Lee not even five minutes later:

【 @devilryrots 】 ━━━ 🐹 you? intimidating? hell no. (sowwy dan but it’s true 😭) / how intimidating is the danimal?

--- ↪ prompt. ( dagger. ) / @devilryrots

the keys to the bar jingle in her hands, hearing that gentle ' click ' while inserted that assures lyra the doors were now closed and locked. with a satisfied smile, she begins her venture back to her apartment complex ... the heels of her boots meeting with the wet gravel and concrete of the sidewalks after a brief downpour that conveniently stopped once lyra wrapped up shop. ( she can still hear cars passing through the streets despite it already being so late at night. ) it was the usual ' music ' of her night after a typical shift at the bar. she pairs it with a gentle hum under her breath ... recalling a lovely song that came on the radio earlier in the evening that was now stuck in her head.

she stills hums ... even when she hears someone behind her. they've been tailing her for a short while now. since she got onto the sidewalk leaving the bar. her pace never falters; neither does the tune stuck in her head divert itself. ( whoever was following her, they were good at it, she'll give them that. but not at all perfect. ) briefly, the fingers hidden beneath her gloves subtly flex ... veins pulsing, and blood pumping. her pace would then lead her into a nearby alleyway, providing a false advantageous opportunity for whoever was tailing her to give into the temptation to make their first move.

she waits and waits, continuing to hum. with a final click of her heels met atop of a puddle, lyra swiftly pulls out a knife hidden along the front waist of her slacks. blood weaves from her wrist to stick to the walls next to her as she hooks her full body weight up against it, before launching herself through the the air and colliding against whoever was tailing her onto the ground. pinning them down by their wrist, and hovering the blade of her knife over their neck oh ? " rema ? " there's brief surprise present in pink gaze before a polite smile resumes across her expression. her grip unrelenting. " good evening. it's a bit rude to follow a young woman late at night, wouldn't you agree ? "

【 @devilryrots 】 ━━━ sender blocks receiver from seeing something horrifying !!! / high stakes disasters ft. rema!

♚   this   spiritual   pressure   was   making   his   sensitivity   act   haywire.   this   was   not   that   of   an   arrancar,   hollow,   or   quincy   even.   what   could   have   possibly   crossed   over   to   carry   such   a   weight?   instincts   are   the   first   to   guide   ichigo   as   he   followed   the   direction   of   the   source.   approaching   just   close   enough,   he   descended.   steps   come   to   a   halt   upon   hearing   the   squelching   and   tearing   of   flesh   and   crack   of   bone.   mouth   is   agape   and   eyes   widen   before   being   ushered   away   by…   wait…   this   was   that   woman   from   before!

nodding nodding.

bingo ! ( accepting ) — @devilryrots

Takes all but a minute to look everything over. Then she's peering over the top edge; gaze level and half hidden behind horizon tinted shades. Nothing is said for another few beats. Just more staring, possible contemplation, and a whole lot of nothing to glean what might be ticking in her head.

" ... seems it's just the two of us. " lyra takes note of the partially empty bar; save for her and her current guest drinking away. the evening was a quiet one; long have the streetlamps dimmed themselves on amidst the empty traffic ... far too late to be out and about for a simple drink, and far too early to be alleviated from the comfort of slumber. ( as a bartender, it felt almost natural to be more of a night owl. ) usually, the things most well - hidden ironically come out more at night than within the day ... for the things unspoken, to the people.

she picks up the last of the chairs up to station them on top of their respective table, dusting her hands off before resuming her way back over to the bar. she just finished passing her farewells to the bouncer that was designated for the evening; assuring them that she can take care of herself -- and the last of her guest, since she didn't seem ready to head out just yet. ruby eyes flicker down to the stranger with a sweet smile, fingers briefly gliding across the surface of the edge of the bar. " care for one more glass before i wrap things up ? of course, do take your time. i'm in no rush. "

@devilryrots / sc.

What a grisly sight to behold.

Definitely not for the faint of heart, but he's come by worse. Orchestrated similarly gruesome results himself. So he stares at the scene, at her, with a hint of jadedness. He still doesn't like the smell of viscera; thick enough to be sensed by the mouth and nose. Plastic crinkles as a lollipop is fished out of a coat pocket. Pink lemonade this time. He listens intently, letting the hard candy coat sweet on his tongue.

Whether or not the initial breach of conversation was meant to be outwardly speculative or something that happened to trouble his own mind is left untouched. Atsuya gives a nod instead, agreeing that life does fucking suck. Yet they persist. He persists even after losing most meaning some time ago. Memories of it still stings, of course, but he had been prepared. Well, as prepared as one could be with all things considered.