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⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ Get back here— !! ❜

⠀⠀⠀⠀PIPING⠀down has never been her strong suit when met with the slightest resistance, and these enchanted marshmallow treats have been resisting all day long. She wasn't so short-sighted as to waste her limited use of flash step right away... Not for the first half-hour, at least. Now she was out of abilities, out of patience, and her hunger was damn near bottomless. As a group of three dart up a tree in a manner that defies all logic, she scales right after them with speed and dexterity that would put a feline to shame — such is the depth of her hunger.

⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ Ahh-ha ! Nowhere to run ! ❜⠀⠀It's only through magical means that they've come to terrorize this side of Cotest Fantasci in the first place, so it's not like they have the capacity to understand her gloating, but that doesn't really dampen her triumph. Her cheeks puff out as she shoves all three in her mouth in rapid succession, sitting back against the tree limb to better secure herself... and it's only then that she realizes she isn't alone.

⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ … Ah. ❜⠀⠀Rukia swallows rather hard, having to clear her throat of leftover residue before she can even hope to say anything else. ⠀❛ My apologies. Had I noticed you, I would've shared. ❜

⠀⠀⠀⠀@sxnburst —— winterfes s.c. !

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hybridsalvation​:

     // @snowsleeves​  | A Crocus Among Us

          “Hey, uh… You notice the, uh— flower growing out of your hair? … It might be more than one flower, actually—” It’s like her hair is a mobile flower pot, just walking around in pure ignorance of the miniature garden forming on top.

            ❛   No,   ❜   SHE   retorts in a moment of lapsed judgment,  ❛   it’s somehow completely escaped my notice.   ❜   And just like that, the same exact result follows: another flower sprouts up from the crown of her head, obliviously reaching for the sun. Rukia’s eyes briefly shut as if that might will away her frustration with herself, exhaling so sharply that wisps of hair blow off her forehead.

            ❛   As best I’ve gathered, these flowers don’t enjoy lies. They’ve clearly never heard of sarcasm or irony, either.   ❜

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⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ Siblings, hm ? I wonder what Brother might be doing right now... Hopefully it's like people say, and time flows differently here. Otherwise... ❜

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flaws.

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive

strengths.

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny

skills & hobbies.

art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | swordplay | fishing | hunting | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leather-working | martial arts | meditation | origami | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry | pyrotechnics | quilting | reading | collecting | shopping | socializing | storytelling | writing | traveling | exotic dancing | singing | whittling

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⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ That seems like an odd metric. Unless it's a statue, would they not constantly be on the move ? And what if the person giving directions' definition of beauty is— ❜

⠀⠀⠀⠀IF there were a countdown directly over her head, it very clearly had reached zero mid-sentence. It seems to have only just occurred to her that he was speaking to her — or, more accurately, that he was referring to her. Several beats of silence ensue as she looks to her left, then her right. Behind her for good measure.

⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ Actually, it just occurred to me... Do you mean me ? ❜

❝ Hey there, cutie. I was looking for directions earlier on where I could find the most gorgeous person on the island. And would you look at that? I found the right place. ❞

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amoirsetpacis​:

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          ★ –;; Winters are still something so wildly foreign to Vash; though back home the endless desert’s cradle of night could so easily become just as cold and unforgiving as the morning heat was harsh, the snow and ice that accompanied the season were different beasts entirely.

The snow in the city always seems so infinite at night; spreading on forever until it blots out one’s vision, blanketing everything in an odd sort of silence– even though there are plenty of people around to enjoy the soaring sculptures that decorated Fibonacci, they all feel just that little but muted, somehow.

He lets his mind wander, become a bit too melancholy as he gazes up and up and _up _at the sculpture he’s approaching, when he accidentally bumps straight into the person in front of him, quickly ripping him out of his train of thought.

“Ah–”

“Sorry about that!”

             ALL   of the sculptures were worthy of high praise, but this one... this one held her interest the longest so far. It had the likeness of a baby giraffe, but more cartoonish — almost like a plushy in ice form. Every detail was exaggerated to perfect effect, right down to the elongated lashes beneath its pleading glass eyes. It was... downright adorable... if only there were a way to take it home and—

         ❛   Gh— ?!   ❜   All of a sudden she lost her footing, bumped slightly off balance by someone from behind. Her arms flail outward in an embarrassing attempt to regain her footing, but thankfully it’s successful; she holds her breath for a few moments, worried doing so with her face being so dangerously close to the giraffe’s neck would be enough to melt it. 

         ❛   It’s—   ❜   No, still too close for comfort. She straightens her posture with a soft clear of the throat, turning to face the stranger ( who she quickly discovers she needs to crane her neck to look at ).  ❛   It’s alright... No harm done, albeit barely. Perhaps I was a little too close to begin with...   ❜

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heavenshield​:

from: inoue  to: kurosaki-kun & kuchiki-san

[txt] hey guys do you recognize this arrancar [txt] image.png [txt] he’s giving me mayuri vibes…should i be worried?

          HER   response was swift, short, and to-the-point.

from: kuchiki, rukia to: orihime ₍ᐢ.ˬ.⑅ᐢ₎

[TXT]   pack your bedding while you wait for me.

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phxenixrxsing​:

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This reiatsu. There was no doubt that it belonged to a shinigami, albeit one he had never met in person.

So there were more of them in this city.

“It seems there are no shortage of your kind in this place. I do hope you will prove to be more entertaining than the last few I met.”

             IT’S   merely an instinct, but she finds herself tensing up just from the sound of his voice. Very few beings gave her that sort of sensation; Gin Ichimaru had once been one of them. Naturally, this does not bode well for this encounter. It doesn’t help that he speaks as if there’s a joke only he was in on. The silence is brief, albeit tense, before she finally asks what seems to be the most pressing question—

         ❛   Should... I know who you are ?   ❜

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             I’D   love for her to experience winterfes, so consider this an uncapped starter call for the rest of the event period !  I’ll generate a random location unless your muse has a listed preference; also, I plan to get to the rest of my original starter call later on, but feel free to like this one instead if you’d rather that starter be winterfes-based !

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          ❛   Is that you ?   ❜

              SHE   stands outside the building that towers over a good portion of the ward, the Soul Reaper appearing all the more diminutive compared to this hulking human man. Rukia refers, of course, to the big and bright screen on the building’s face; a man strongly resembling the one before her is rambling off some announcements, gesturing animatedly from time to time. What she’s gathered is that it’s some sort of store, predominantly for fashion and clothing... But after a whole day of window-shopping, she just wants to cut to the chase.

          ❛   I'll be brief. Does your store have any Chappy merchandise ?   ❜

@sanpatron​  ——— s.c.

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         ❛   Quiet.   ❜

             GRANTED,   that was to be expected in a library — but she demanded complete stillness. This Great Library was very nearly one with its environment, with running streams and blooming flowers despite the winter weather settling in... and naturally, that brought animals. 

         ❛   No sudden movements.   ❜  She stays in a squatting position mere feet from several grazing creatures, arms wrapped around a few books kept close to her chest; she doesn’t look at the additional presence behind her, too preoccupied with wondering if she has any food left in her bag. 

@chimarrow​  ——— s.c.

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heavensgrail​:

      “ ‘ Amogus’ and ‘Sus’ ….those are odd names for a person or thing. By your words, they’re a pair. Partners in crime, maybe?”

            IT   seems they have a certified mystery on their hands. This is exactly like the pocket-sized novels she read ( often far too late into the night, deep within the confines of Ichigo’s closet ) in which a hardboiled detective must undergo deep personal changes to overcome the compelling crime at hand.  ❛   It was a dark and stormy night, a cold night...   ❜   Rukia mutters under her breath, seemingly to herself, if only because that’s how said novels always started. Catching herself, she clears her throat.

        ❛   Ahem — you’re right. Perhaps they’re code names ?  In which case, I think ‘partners in crime’ might be very apt. I doubt these two are up to anything good, whomever and wherever they are now.  ❜

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heavensgrail​:

    “ What’s ‘amogus’…? Is it some sort of toy?” 

       ❛   I can’t say for certain... but I do know that wherever ‘amogus’ goes, ‘sus’ is sure to follow.   ❜

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      ❛   I wonder how long it would take to climb it at full strength...   ❜   SHE   wonders aloud, hand braced above her eyes as she stares up at the behemoth of a tree. The ‘Eternal Tree’ Ophiucus indeed !  Its great canopy already shields her eyes from a majority of the sun... Rukia can only imagine the breathtaking view that awaits at the top. Between this, the grazing wildlife, and the gently babbling river just beneath the tree, calling this an ideal place to relax would be an understatement.

          She slides her bag off her shoulder, bending at the waist to start spreading her blanket across the wild grass; when she straightens again, a young girl’s seemingly appeared out of thin air. Well, perhaps not entirely out of thin air — this place was saturated with the energy of living things, and her presence had been part of that noise. Rukia watches her in silence for a few moments, but ultimately decides to extend an offer.  ❛   Are you hungry ?  I have more than enough to share.   ❜

@daxned​​​​  ——— s.c.

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             THE   Underside is not for the faint of heart. That’s something she learned fairly quickly; one night there would acquaint you with more criminal and monster activity than the first third of the Rukongai’s districts. But even in her weakened state, she was no mere human— and as a Soul Reaper, the rumors of a Grim Reaper haunting the area in the dead of night… it was too intriguing to pass up. So she lingers. She keeps to herself, and as even the most tough-looking ‘businessmen’ begin to gradually disperse, she continues dispatching whatever creatures may come to bother her. This wooden sword was an obvious downgrade — maybe a punishment of some kind... but any weapon was effective with the right amount of force, even her own body. 

              As deep evening gave way to the midnight hours, company of the human variety was all but nonexistent. That’s why the woman’s appearance felt so sudden, enough to give Rukia’s body a start. Normally she’s fairly good at sensing the presence of living things, human or otherwise... perhaps this island was once again to blame; but the figure strolling amid the dark was almost seamless in her fluidity. Unbothered, even. Shaking off her surprise, she offers advice once the woman draws close enough. ❛   I wouldn’t loiter around here. It’s been said a Grim Reaper lurks in the late hours.   ❜

@teleutes​​  ———  s.c.

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heavenshield​:

  she’s not ashamed to admit that, with each eclipse, her eyes are glued to the sky for a time and the urge to look at her phone became almost too much to ignore. she rarely did though. getting her hopes up only for them to get crushed at spotting not a familiar name aside from Unohana’s would not be good for her. no, she’d rather keep her hope and let herself be surprised. there was always a chance, she told herself. despite never wishing for them to be ripped away from home, she was human, and as such, could not help but to hope against that. but for all of her hope, she did not think that it would be answered so soon.

     first is that feeling. that very specific and unique feeling she only ever had around those she loved. she could sense it. someone was here and the longer she concentrated on that feeling, the more tangible it became and without hesitation, she follows it. she follows this feeling as if her very life depended on it, forgetting her original destination as she pushes through crowds of people going about their lives. Orihime doesn’t see them right now. she only sees that invisible string that tugs her ever closer to the hole. her heart beating faster and faster as the crowds begin to thin and that feeling tells her that yes, someone is here. they are right there. all you have to do is reach out and–

     her gaze zeroes in immediately. a cropping of beautiful midnight hair. a troubled amethyst gaze mixed with a hint of annoyance. it is a face that Orihime could not forget nor mistake and as her rushed steps come to a halt, words spill before she can think on it. “ Ru….kia….? Is it really you?”

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           THERE’S   a distinct sensation that buoys her amid this sea of confusion. Initially, she was too focused on her suppressed ability to notice it — there’s a high concentration of souls in this place, human or otherwise, and they feel muddied as a result. But two souls stand out firmly, all but demanding the attention of her mind’s eye. She would know them anywhere, under any circumstances. One of them draws closer, and the ribbon that binds them comes more into focus; her name leaves Rukia’s mouth before even spotting her in the thinning crowd. 

       ❛   Orihime... !   ❜  Annoyance still lingers in the furrow of her brows — she had a whole laundry list of grievances already — but it ebbs away as she takes in the familiar sight. She’s grown some since they last saw each other... Has she been in this place long ?  … What was this place, anyway ? They were questions that could wait. She finally remembers how to move, her legs swiftly carrying her to her dear friend — and finally she allows relief to permeate her troubled features.  ❛   I felt it was you, but... I wasn’t sure if I believed it. Are you alright ?   ❜

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RUKIA KUCHIKI | BLEACH 千年血戦篇