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paixaorpg2006-06-11 06:05 pm
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A conversation in realms unseen [Solo/Completed]
Character(s): Ise Nanao; Sennyo no Hisuidake (Nanao's zanpakutou for this RP) [NPC]
Content: Nanao has a conversation with the one being who has never, ever left her side since the moment they met.
Setting: Actua Are (N9)
Time: Saturday night
Warnings: None that I can foresee...except maybe a slightly eccentric writing style due to the nature of this conversation...
"So this is how you solve your problems, then? Sleeping all day and all night, pretending as if the rest of the world did not exist? And here I thought you were far better than that, Nanao."
"What else am I supposed to do? We have been separated from everyone else. Who shall we run to for help? No, there is no one here who can help us."
"I can't help but think that that Captain of yours has made you soft. He hasn't let you fight in a while."
"I cannot be blamed for that."
"Why yes, I can certainly blame you for that. You have not even drawn me in a fight, not even when those interlopers invaded Soul Society not too long ago!"
"I cannot disobey my Captain."
"You have enough insolence in you to do it."
"It is still wrong to disobey one's Captain."
"...Are you saying that because it is what you truly believe to be the case? Or are you saying that for some other reason?"
"..."
"Well now, it seems that I am right! You should not allow your heart to meddle with your thinking. Doing that assures your own death."
"I have not allowed my heart to interfere with my thinking."
"Yes, yes, tell yourself that and maybe soon enough you will believe it - or not."
"But I-"
"Enough of this. Go back to sleep, and tomorrow we will go out there and do something more productive."
Nanao uttered a small sound in the back of her throat, and rolled over onto her side, her grip on Sennyo no Hisuidake loosening slightly as she drifted deeper into sleep.
On the headboard, a strange young woman with finger-joints like bamboo nodes, hair like bamboo leaves, toes and legs that faded into fine roots, and skin the color of fine jade shook her head as she looked down at the sleeping shinigami.
"Foolish girl," she muttered to herself, before fading away as if she had never even been there.
Content: Nanao has a conversation with the one being who has never, ever left her side since the moment they met.
Setting: Actua Are (N9)
Time: Saturday night
Warnings: None that I can foresee...except maybe a slightly eccentric writing style due to the nature of this conversation...
"So this is how you solve your problems, then? Sleeping all day and all night, pretending as if the rest of the world did not exist? And here I thought you were far better than that, Nanao."
"What else am I supposed to do? We have been separated from everyone else. Who shall we run to for help? No, there is no one here who can help us."
"I can't help but think that that Captain of yours has made you soft. He hasn't let you fight in a while."
"I cannot be blamed for that."
"Why yes, I can certainly blame you for that. You have not even drawn me in a fight, not even when those interlopers invaded Soul Society not too long ago!"
"I cannot disobey my Captain."
"You have enough insolence in you to do it."
"It is still wrong to disobey one's Captain."
"...Are you saying that because it is what you truly believe to be the case? Or are you saying that for some other reason?"
"..."
"Well now, it seems that I am right! You should not allow your heart to meddle with your thinking. Doing that assures your own death."
"I have not allowed my heart to interfere with my thinking."
"Yes, yes, tell yourself that and maybe soon enough you will believe it - or not."
"But I-"
"Enough of this. Go back to sleep, and tomorrow we will go out there and do something more productive."
Nanao uttered a small sound in the back of her throat, and rolled over onto her side, her grip on Sennyo no Hisuidake loosening slightly as she drifted deeper into sleep.
On the headboard, a strange young woman with finger-joints like bamboo nodes, hair like bamboo leaves, toes and legs that faded into fine roots, and skin the color of fine jade shook her head as she looked down at the sleeping shinigami.
"Foolish girl," she muttered to herself, before fading away as if she had never even been there.