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paixaorpg2006-06-15 04:02 pm
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Heads.... or rather, eyes roll. [Complete]
Character(s): Hinamori Momo, Ulquiorra, Okita Souji, and Aizen Sousuke
Content: A meeting at the gate.
Setting: Niflheim Gate [G10]
Time: Sunday night
Warnings: The angst meter might break. Maybe.
Trash. The entire city was trash. As the blonde haired, blue eyed citizens walked by, Ulquiorra snorted, disgusted. They were all the same. Weak, powerless, mindless.
Pawns, if anything.
Aizen-sama would appreciate the mindlessness of the people. They'd be useful, at least to the brown haired shinigami turncoat. Ulquiorra, on the other hand, shuddered to think that they'd be around him if they somehow worked into the plans. Eugh. These ingrates were worse than Yami and Wyce.
But enough about the people. It was the city itself that was bothersome. Domes covered it, but somehow, there was a moon. The buildings looked like something right out of the Victorian age, but somehow, the black haired Arrankar didn't think that particular era existed in this place. He looked down at the silver compact he had been given at that stupid gate. Reminded him of the laptops they used in the human world. It was smaller and thinner, though. The annoying man had told him it was a journal. Hn. Ulquiorra had no use for such things. It was just more trash.
A frustrated sigh escaped the normally composed Arrankar. He needed to find Aizen-sama, as he was sure the man was here. The other had disappeared somewhere, and the green-eyed Hollow turned Shinigami felt a presence that matched Aizen's. Powerful, invigorating, god-like. Yet, that would have to wait. He didn't particularly want to go searching for the other man at night, even if his eyesight was better than normal. The Arrankar still had a big chance of getting lost, and that was the last thing he wanted. May as well settle down.
So, he settled gracefully under a nearby tree (which didn't really feel like a normal tree at all), waiting for dawn.
If it came in this filthy place.
Content: A meeting at the gate.
Setting: Niflheim Gate [G10]
Time: Sunday night
Warnings: The angst meter might break. Maybe.
Trash. The entire city was trash. As the blonde haired, blue eyed citizens walked by, Ulquiorra snorted, disgusted. They were all the same. Weak, powerless, mindless.
Pawns, if anything.
Aizen-sama would appreciate the mindlessness of the people. They'd be useful, at least to the brown haired shinigami turncoat. Ulquiorra, on the other hand, shuddered to think that they'd be around him if they somehow worked into the plans. Eugh. These ingrates were worse than Yami and Wyce.
But enough about the people. It was the city itself that was bothersome. Domes covered it, but somehow, there was a moon. The buildings looked like something right out of the Victorian age, but somehow, the black haired Arrankar didn't think that particular era existed in this place. He looked down at the silver compact he had been given at that stupid gate. Reminded him of the laptops they used in the human world. It was smaller and thinner, though. The annoying man had told him it was a journal. Hn. Ulquiorra had no use for such things. It was just more trash.
A frustrated sigh escaped the normally composed Arrankar. He needed to find Aizen-sama, as he was sure the man was here. The other had disappeared somewhere, and the green-eyed Hollow turned Shinigami felt a presence that matched Aizen's. Powerful, invigorating, god-like. Yet, that would have to wait. He didn't particularly want to go searching for the other man at night, even if his eyesight was better than normal. The Arrankar still had a big chance of getting lost, and that was the last thing he wanted. May as well settle down.
So, he settled gracefully under a nearby tree (which didn't really feel like a normal tree at all), waiting for dawn.
If it came in this filthy place.
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He knew he had probably taken a wrong turn down an alley, or something, but what he had expected to find were more winding alleyways, not some enormous, strange looking gate that he had never seen before in his entire life.
Was this even Kyoto? Or Japan, for one thing? The style was too different, and it didn't look like there were any streets to head towards, save for the large gate and the line of people before him.
Which could only mean one thing. Was he dead? Had an enemy come up behind him and had gotten in a lucky shot?
That was impossible. Not that he was boasting, but Okita did not have a reputation of being one of the best swordsmen in Japan by being careless and unwary of his srroundings.
The disoriented Miburo rubbed his eyes again - yes, the streets of Kyoto were gone, and he was not dreaming - and he had the strange, disturbing feeling that he had somehow stepped into another place entirely.
He was not one who believed crap like this, but considering the last time some strange magician had lured them into some kind of cursed realm, he was pretty much inclined to go down this particular line of thought.
Well, at least he could not sense any sort of danger from the people who stood in line. Judging that particular action was the best one to take for the moment, since there seemed to be no other civilisation outside the gates, he got in line quietly, his thoughts racing. Did his men know he was here? How would he return? Was there even a chance to return?
The men at the gate was the best person to ask, Okita decided as one of the curiously pale-haired men addressed a pretty young woman who had stood in front of him. Besides, he looked pretty fri--
Well. That was rude.
A light frown crossed his feminine features as the man snapped at the woman in front of him. As far as he knew, the young woman had only sought to have her questions answered, surely there was no need for rudeness, was there?
He blinked as said man turned to him and shoved something into his hands as well, mumbling something about a welcome to pie-sao or pie-show and something about an electronic journal that everyone had.
His boldness was something new to Okita; traditionally, whenever the Shinsengumi patrolled, the civilians preferred to give them a wide berth, and apprehensive whispers had often followed. Not once had any of them approached him while he was in uniform, much less practically throwing curious objects into his arms.
Nevertheless, Okita kept up his pleasant air. There was no reason to take his bad mood out on anyone, no matter how much he thought the person deserved it. That, and he supposed the man would be alot more pleasant if he was relatively nicely spoken to.
"I say, that isn't the proper way to treat a lady, is it?" The edge in his voice was carefully hidden as the lavender-haired man flashed a smile at the him. "She merely wanted to ask a few questions."
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That, and while he clearly wasn't a shinigami, his style of clothing was more what she was used to seeing back in Soul Society. A minor detail, but enough to ease some of the shock away at least. She didn't exactly smile at him, but she still managed to look grateful for the back up.
The blond man, meanwhile, just scowled in response to Okita's smile. "Merely wanted to ask a few questions before she even bothered to look at the pamphlet. I'm not here to play mommy and answer everybody's silly questions; the line'd never go anywhere. Lady, dude, kid, whatever, I'm just here to welcome you people and hand out this junk until my shift's over. Okay? Okay. NEXT."
Frowning again, she asked quietly, "Um, will... it really answer all my questions? Are you sure?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever. Just go already."
Not exactly the response she'd been hoping for, and the displeasure was pretty evident on her face. But as long as it did have the answers in there somewhere, there wasn't a whole lot of point to keep badgering him about it. (Besides, when it came to a choice between asking him and reading up on it herself, the read-it-herself option was looking better all the time...)