Dreadfully sorry for the late notice. I also have been having issues using MSN (I probably should reinstall it), so the best way to reach me would be through my e-mail or AIM.
Dreadfully sorry for the late notice. I also have been having issues using MSN (I probably should reinstall it), so the best way to reach me would be through my e-mail or AIM.
I pause to examine my surroundings. I liked this place-lots of fun memories and lots of privacy. Only this will do. I hop on a nearby hill...thing and turn to face Fukurou. I say
"You need to be grateful to a close friend of mine for being able to train here-it’s quite the privilege. Also, if we weren’t here training you would be much more difficult. All in all, be very grateful to Shihouin Yoruichi." Aah yes, that reminds me of my training here...fun times...especially that hot spring....aaaaand I realize I'm phasing out. Damn. I shake my head and hope Fukurou didn’t notice. "Aaaanyway" I say and produce a drawing of stick people fighting. The taller one is dubbed "Me" and the shorter one is dubbed 'You". On top it says:
"Katsumoto's expedient Shikai obtaining regime"
On that note
Also I'm implementing something on a trial run, if it goes well this time i might keep it, after all it would make the RP more realistic.
Good luck to those who it's about to effect, Fight to your best! =P
Shivering, I leaned against the goal post and checked the time on my cell phone- it was almost two in the morning. I was glad the next day was a Sunday. I would need it to catch up on my sleep and try to process all the new information I had found out. I'm a tough girl. I can handle just about anything that gets thrown at me- but this was almost too much for me. Lesser people would probably be scared out of their minds, but here I was- freezing to death and willing to choke the answers out of my good friend if that was what it took.
I wasn't sure how I would react when Ichigo showed up. Scanning the field, my eyes tried to peer through the mist and dew that settled in and I steadied my nerves. I tried not to jump every time I saw a car's head lights pass by, but I gradually got used to it. I just kept thinking, This is crazy. I'm out here in the middle of the night and I know there are things out here that can actually threaten me that I might not be able to hammer my fists through. Why am I doing this?
But I stuck with my resolve, even if I was freezing my ass off. My fists were curled at my sides, ready to fly if anything like that thing that looked like Rukia appeared before me again.
Shinigami or not- I wasn't going to let myself be pushed to the sidelines and be protected by Ichigo or anyone ever again. That only cramped my style.
grumpyAs I swalked through the door, he attempted to drop kick me in the face, but I ducked, and he flew into a wall. We had the same arguement as when this all first started. I had been fighting hollows nonstop all night, so maybe I could get some rest. I laid down on my bed, upstairs, and stretched, and immidiately passed out.
The candles on my desk crackle and burn. The mountain of paperwork on my desk threatens to tip over and smother me. I can only rue over how long Yamamoto-sama took to appoint new Taicho's to the three leaderless squads. In the months and months that passed documents kept pouring in, pleading hopelessly for a Taicho's signature. That’s why I have so much to go trough now. Being a Taicho has its benefits though- I get to have a say in how Soul Society is run, I get to order people around and I get to go on more challenging missions. I have to give it to Ichimaru though, for everything else that he was he had a fantastic organizing system. All the old files were so neatly stored when I first entered the office I was stunned. I never figured him for such a neat freak.
I massage my forehead with my left hand. I have such a headache it's unbelievable. Who would have thought that two hours of paperwork will make me feel like I've been drinking with Rangiku? I never realized that this job was so much hard work. No wander Toushiro is so tired all of the time. Which reminds me, where the hell is that girl Yui? I was hoping she’d make it earlier so I wouldn’t have to do all of this myself. But then again I would have expected her to appreciate me pulling her out of that snake pit. I guess some people are just never happy.
"Damn you, Kurosaki Ichigo," I cursed and stabbed my fingers into the vending machine buttons to get juice for my walk home.
I had so many questions and I wondered how long I could hold myself back. Something was breaking inside me and I could feel it slipping, day by day. One day I would not be able to take it anymore and just lose it on something or someone I loved.
Sensing a change in the wind, I snapped my head back over my shoulder. I felt a presence or something, just as I had sensed Orihime's presence fade that one time. But this one was new, and a little frightening.
"Hn? What was that?"

