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Queried by @verlorwandergeist "I would crawl through broken glass to get home."
âąË・â ⪠đđđđđ đđđđđđđ đđ đđđđđđđđ . ( a collection of lyric prompts based on various works by ashnikko . adjust phrasing as necessary , mature themes and language are present . )
     "Sounds like severe desperation to me." Ichigo wasn't making fun of her by any means, he understood the sentiment, but he spoke in fairly blunt words. It had very little to do with her words in general. "Not that there's anythin' wrong with that. Some people prefer being home to being somewhere they don't recognize." Given that he'd been to the other two worlds, and hell before, he really did understand her completely.
     "Where're you from?" He was born and raised in Karakura Town, Japan himself. Sure, Ichigo's family was insane, well, Yuzu wasn't too bad, but she could get pretty out there. He loved them regardless. Sometimes he wanted to punt his father into space but his sisters felt the same about their insane father sometimes. Seeing ghosts since he was a kid was interesting to say the least.
     There was something interesting about the young woman in front of him but he couldn't place it. Ichigo wasn't rude enough to assume anything. Especially since he'd seen a great many different species since becoming a death god. "You going to be alright, or would you prefer some sort of help?" For as helpful as he could be, once again, he didn't want to assume anything.
verlorwandergeist ha respondido a tu publicaciĂłn:Thanks to @nihilxm for finding the beginning of...
SPEAKING OF THE BEGINNING; have you heard from los-loxos at all? I havenât seen Sammy at all tbh.
((Nope cutie ;u; I miss them too... I talked with them some months ago and they told me that in a month or two they wanted to revamp Starkâs blog. But I havenât heard of them again in Skype or here ;u; I do miss them.))
//didn't a gin or grimmjow start the ichi-pet thing? Cause that was how I started the Ichi-neko thing.
@verlorwandergeist
((FUUUUU I donât really remember! It was quite a mix. I think that everything started because someone said that Ichigo was Soul Societyâs and Aizenâs pet. I think @nihilxm, @returnofthecuatro and⌠Yep, I think a Grimmjow and Gin played along, the bastards. It was really fun, to be honest. XDDDDDD
As long as I remember, Ichigo ended being the pet of: SS, Aizen, MurciĂŠlago, Grimmjow and Gin.Â
⌠NOT THAT HE IS, OKAY???B///////////////////////))
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*SLAMS IN* ⯠WITH THAT SCENE WITH FUSHIMI DURING SEASON 2 WHERE MUNAKATA AND FUSHIMI HAD THAT VERBAL SPAT THAT LEAD TO FUSHIMI DEFECTING FROM SCEPTER4!
The Slate is gone. Reisi can feel its absence already, like a weight lifted from his shoulders. For the first time in monthsâand despite the ache in his chest, where Seigo Ootoriâs pistol struck himâReisi can finally breathe.
âI couldnât disagree more. It was a preventable mistake,â says Mr. Fushimi, from outside the van door.
And that is his cue.
How excellent, that Mr. Fushimi has taken the initiative. Reisi shrugs his jacket back up, over his shoulders. Mr. Fushimi has opened the van door, after all. They have an audience. And itâd hardly do, to put on this performance without a proper costume. His bruised rib protests the movement. But the show must go on!
Is Mr. Fushimi rambling on, still? Does he not know the value of understatement? Particularly on a stage so close to their audience as this⌠The rest of the men have gone very quiet, except for Hidaka. He can see fists curling, eyes narrowing. They wonât strike a superior officer. Though if they did, Reisi could work with it.
ââŚYou kings were so fixated on the Slate, that you couldnât even sense the existence of another. Itâs clear whoâs at fault here.â
âIf youâre here to criticize whatâs already happened, then leave. I am very tired.â
âArenât you going to give us your next orders?â
âIâm sure Isana Yashiro will think of something. Follow his orders. After all, Iâve been defeated. Iâll keep myself out of the way.â
âSo youâre just going to sulkââ He continues on, but Reisi is staring at him, trying to think up his next line.
Heâs still struck with that terrible, mortifying relief. Even though he knows he has to send Mr. Fushimi awayâhe wants to go sit in his office, make himself some tea, and share it with Mr. Fushimi and Ms. Awashima. He wants to know their true thoughtsâif they are not, perhaps, embarrassed to have such a King as him. I did all I could have done. I am sorry. Iâve endangered us all.
ââYou could control the world as you saw fit. Only to find out an annoying old man survived. Iâd be pissed too, if I were you.â
Reisi has lost the track of the conversation, and already picked out his reply, and at any rate if he spoke about Iwafune Tenkei this would go in an unnecessary direction. He has to be angry with Mr. Fushimi, not apologize for his own failures. How might a man project such an emotion?
âAre you glad that the plan failed?â
âYeah! As well as the fact that you lost!â
Reisi can see Mr. Fushimiâs amateurish acting in the way that he glances back at the others. It is a good thing that Mr. Fushimi is facing away from them at the moment, because his voice may go higher, his words may get more cruelâbut his eyes and his mouth simply canât carry that same emotion. Itâs convincing enough, as a physical performance angled well, but to Reisi, it is inherently flawed. They started out strong, but they are losing the thread of it.
Could Mr. Fushimi be so foolish, so vindictive, as to be glad that the plan failed? No, that simply isnât like Mr. Fushimi, though the casual observer might think so. People could die. Whatever his flawsâhowever easily the young man holds a grudge, and delights in battle and mocking his opponentsâthis simply isnât the Mr. Fushimi that any of these men know.
He doesnât know, Reisi realizes. He doesnât know how much they trust himâhe thinks they donât know him well enough, to see that this is a lieâ
If thatâs what he thinks, Mr. Fushimi is wrong.
âIf youâre bailing now, Iâm resigning,â says Mr. Fushimi, and he says it coldly, dispassionately. Not a single one of the men makes a move. They think that Reisi will save this, or that Mr. Fushimi is merely trying to persuade Reisi into action. They donât think he means it.
âFine, resign,â says Reisi. âIf you have complaints against me, leave now.â
Reisi canât afford for this plan to fail, too.
Very well, thenâheâll have to play the villain. Perhaps that will be believable. The others do not know him as well as they know Mr. Fushimi, anyway, having lived with him and worked so closely with him. They never had that opportunity, with Reisi. Theyâve seen Mr. Fushimiâs angerâtheyâve never seen Reisiâs.
His hands curl tightly together, in his lap. Reisi knows what needs to be said.
âYouâre used to being a traitor anyway.â He could stop there. But now it is his own turn to ramble. âIf you donât like something, you just quit. Isnât that the kind of person youâve always been?â
Mr. Fushimiâs jaw drops. There it isâthat truth, that horror and shock that will sell this. Mr. Fushimi cannot even seem to say anything else.
But Reisi can.
âThatâs why you could never commit yourself to one King. But you also couldnât remove yourself from the Slateâs influence. So you just wander around aimlesslyââ This, Reisi does not know how to say. Your tiny, self-imposed exileâyourâyour lonelyâ Â âIn your small world.â
Mr. Fushimiâs only answer is the thud of his sword piercing the side of the van. A good choiceâthey certainly didnât rehearse that. Reisi has Mr. Fushimiâs honest reaction, and it is wordless, a snarl on Mr. Fushimiâs lips, as he turns away. Itâs true enough to send a shiver over Reisi, and break that overwhelming relief. Has he lost his hidden weapon?
verlorwandergeist replied to your post âIf you had to, as in all other options were exhausted and there was no...â
//but you didn't answer if kisuke would take out ichigo or nel owo
[[ (and by âtake outâ the anon meant âsacrificeâ -- just to be clear -- because my first reading of that ask had me thinking along the lines of âon a dateâ!)
Oh you noticed that, did you? XD Hey, everybody, raise your hand if you ever expect to get a straightforward answer out of this man! Â Anyone? Â Anyone?Â
But to add my own thoughts to those of my muse, I really think it would be entirely situational. There are a thousand different ways that scenario could play out. If what youâre really asking is whom he likes more, heâs far more invested in Ichigo. (Thatâs canonically true, anyway, though my muse has grown quite fond of @harinabisesaâs Nel.) Â Having said that, if Ichigo dies, he enters Soul Society, whereas if Nel dies, being an Arrancar (and thus a composite of many Hollows), her destination is questionable. Would her reishi would be dispersed upon her death? I could be wrong about this but I think sheâd only go to Soul Society if she were cleansed by having her mask cleaved by a shinigamiâs zanpakuto. If Kisuke could be certain of this, he might do it if the situation demanded; but all else being equal, he might let Ichigo die because though his human existence would be over, he could then become a full shinigami.Â
Tiny legs running at top of their possible speed, as sapphire hues were inspecting every person in that chaotic crowd in an attempt of individuating the person she was looking for.
Only some minutes later her attention had been caught by the person that corresponded perfectly to the one she had caught glimpse of earlier, therefore she forced her limbs to move faster in order to be able to reach her, ignoring the incoherent rhythm her heart assumed due to the effort.
âFound 'ou!â Yelping those words once she was close enough to the girl, Minori bumped her head into the otherâs back, as she didnât manage to slow down in time, proceeding then to reach out her hands to show the object she was carrying, as she tried -in vain- to catch her breath in order to speak properly. â... âou... dropâd... tâis...â