Yes, that was the question of the moment, wasn't it? What was this...Host Club? Rukia's attention was on the silver-haired woman as she spoke, and mused for a brief moment that despite her strange, almost boyish getup, she sounded very much more on the feminine side than anything.
"Somehow I don't believe any of us are going to find that we are in the place we believe we are."
The Hell Butterfly fluttered it's wings slightly at that remark, and Rukia wondered if the tiny messenger had any idea at all of where they were. So far, though, no pertinent information was received from it. Nevertheless, she nodded at Dr. P's assumption, her gaze drawn to the artificial-looking trees and grass that dotted the place.
She blinked as Haruhi explained what the Host Club was; Boys waiting on girls?
Now that was a truly strange thought. There was nothing of that particular sort in Soul Society - well, Hanatarou had come in regularly to clean out her holding cell when she had been captured, but she figured that that was a different thing entirely - Rukia raised an eyebrow when Haruhi stopped in the middle of her explanation to ask them a question.
Silly question, really. If they asked, didn't it mean that they didn't know what it was? However, Haruhi seemed surprised that neither of them had any idea of what it was. Instead of responding, however, Rukia frowned as she glanced around. Were there any other Shinigami around here as well? She could sense their spiritual presence here -albeit barely, and there were so many other strange, powerful presences that unsettled her even more.
Just what was this place supposed to be, really?
Addressing Haruhi quizzically, Rukia asked, "Your friend did this...entire thing?" If that was true, then just how powerful was this friend, who even managed to attract the shinigami and all other strange individuals here?
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"Somehow I don't believe any of us are going to find that we are in the place we believe we are."
The Hell Butterfly fluttered it's wings slightly at that remark, and Rukia wondered if the tiny messenger had any idea at all of where they were. So far, though, no pertinent information was received from it. Nevertheless, she nodded at Dr. P's assumption, her gaze drawn to the artificial-looking trees and grass that dotted the place.
She blinked as Haruhi explained what the Host Club was; Boys waiting on girls?
Now that was a truly strange thought. There was nothing of that particular sort in Soul Society - well, Hanatarou had come in regularly to clean out her holding cell when she had been captured, but she figured that that was a different thing entirely - Rukia raised an eyebrow when Haruhi stopped in the middle of her explanation to ask them a question.
Silly question, really. If they asked, didn't it mean that they didn't know what it was? However, Haruhi seemed surprised that neither of them had any idea of what it was. Instead of responding, however, Rukia frowned as she glanced around. Were there any other Shinigami around here as well? She could sense their spiritual presence here -albeit barely, and there were so many other strange, powerful presences that unsettled her even more.
Just what was this place supposed to be, really?
Addressing Haruhi quizzically, Rukia asked, "Your friend did this...entire thing?" If that was true, then just how powerful was this friend, who even managed to attract the shinigami and all other strange individuals here?