#ryukenthread

Ryuken moves away as if burnt by the comment. He hadn’t been that close, had he?  For a second or two he scrabbles for words, then huffs eyes narrowing. 

Meme [Here] || @ambivilant-quincy

Tsukishima let his head tilt slightly at the disgruntled question, considering the Quincy. it wasn’t like he personally wanted this alliance; it was Ginjou’s idea. Not that he cared what this individual thought of him.

“You don’t think we should be cooperating, huh?” Shukuro spoke the words slowly. He let himself look slightly concerned for a moment. “Is it because of that incident with your son all those months ago? ... I can promise that we meant nothing personal about that. It’s hardly our fault Uryuu got in the way.” 

He shrugged then, dropping the act. “But whatever your concerns, it seems both of us are bound to honor this truce.”

“You shouldn’t be here” 

Ryuken keeps his distance, aware of the figure at the end of a deserted corridor and recognising it as neither a patient nor member of his staff. He’s been sent here by a newer member of the team. A student who wouldn’t know what to do with a potential trespasser other than to get someone senior and let them sort it out.  There’s a reason for that, it wouldn’t be the first time someone unsavoury had wound up where they shouldn’t be. Ryuken tries to tell himself it’s nothing. It’s plausible that a member of the public has simply wandered where they shouldn’t be, and that’s an easy solve, albeit annoying. 

That isn’t really the case though and Ryuken knows  it. 

His eyes bore into the figure’s back, able to sense the other worldliness about him, although his makeup resembles nothing that Ryuken’s come across before. He’s neither hollow nor Shinigami he notes, thinking it likely makes him potentially more dangerous than any of them. His hand slips to the cross in his trouser pocket, readying himself for something potentially unpleasant. 

From Here || Accepting || @he-said-with-a-strange-smile

“ don’t remove the knife or you’ll bleed to death."

Ryuken places a hand on the other man's leg, the blood already seeping through his trousers. It's gone in surprisingly deep for such a short blade, the hit wobbling menacingly as Ryuken tries to do something with it. Medic instincts kicked in long ago and damage control is vital now. If he can just get him stable enough to move, then maybe there's a chance here.

"Do you understand?

Using the talk to distract, he presses as hard as he dares on the wound, the blood flow slowing, albeit only slightly. Ryuken frowns, not liking the look of this at all. It shouldn't have hit the artery. Not at that angle. No-one's that unfortunate. Unless, it's something to do with what he is. The reiatsu is obvious, even if this unfortunate patient doesn't realise it.

(From Uryuu...even while he protests)

From here || Still accepting || @behindthestrings

Send a symbol for…🕯 for our muses to be in a blackout

"We'll be here for a while"

Ryuken places the last of the candles on the windowsill, the living room lit by looming shadows as the rain lashes down outside. They're lucky it's only the power out, he thinks. He's seen the news and the flooding that's wiped out places nearer the coast. They've been lucky, all things considered.

Putting the lighter away, he turns to observe his handiwork. These are all the candles they have. Just enough to light the living room and not much else. It annoys him he's been so caught out, but blackouts are hardly a regular occurrence, and one room lit is better than nothing. The look on Uryuu's face tells a different story, though. Ryuken assumes he'd rather not be here. If he's honest, Ryuken can think of a thousand places he'd rather be too. The hopsital calls to him. He knows he could be of use there, rather than making small talk with a son who goes out of his way to avoid him. He'd even accept holing up in his room, if the rest of the house wasn't pitch black.

It's futile though. They're confined to the house and the rain shows little sign of letting up.

From here || Accepting|| @behindthestrings

👗  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  helps  yours  get  ready  for  a  fancy  event  [ eg.  fixing  their  tie,  zipping  their  dress}

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"We're late"

The panic in those words is palpable. The sense of chaos filling the room as Ryuken heads to the wardrobe, flings it open, and starts to rifle through the hangers. He can't believe they're so unprepared. Especially for something like this. As much as he might loathe it, the annual director's dinner comes around like clockwork. The same tedious routine every single year. He's known the date, the time and the expectations for months now. There's funding dependent on his attendance here, too, although that's nothing new. This isn't unexpected, the opposite in fact, and normally he'd have been ready to go by now. There's an added complication this year, though. Nothing serious, but enough that he's spent today putting off preparations and now faces having to somehow dress and leave the house in less than an hour.

He pulls out a dark silk suit, tossing it haphazardly onto the bed, before adding a tie and shirt to the pile. It's not his usual style, but it's formal enough and isn't likely to raise any eyebrows. He catches sight of Shutara in the mirror, the sight of her doing nothing for his sense of dread for the hours ahead. Neither of them are prepared for what awaits, he thinks, how can they be?