tell me what happened to you. are you alright? [from the 'unkindness of ghosts' prompts]
@reservedcloud || an unkindness of ghosts || no longer accepting
Ichigo winces as he pushes himself upright, the edge of the training platform digging into his back.
His sleeve is half-burned, blackened and still faintly smoking near the shoulder, where the Kidō spell went sideways. Not that it hit so much as detonated out of his arm as if his spiritual pressure was suddenly made of napalm.
He glances up at Isane, but then huffs, dropping his eyes and trying to lever himself up on his good arm.
He didn't know she'd been around or he might've asked for advice.
“Just trying to get a handle on this binding spell… That’s supposed to be easy, right? Didn’t know it’d blow up if I poured too much reiryoku into it.” His mouth twists into a scowl, eyes narrowing at the scorched fabric. “Seriously.” He huffs again. There’s no way he’s admitting to Rukia it’s harder than it looks. Not after all the shit he said. “No one told me Kidō could explode.”
He pauses though.
"Hey, you're usually pretty busy. You didn't come over here for me, did you?"
