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paixaorpg2007-01-20 06:10 pm
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Who turned off reality and could you kindly turn it back on? [Closed]
Character(s): Kurosaki Ichigo, and anyone who would like to stop and say hello! or mindfuck him. whatever
Content: Ichigo arrives. And is rather confused.
Setting: Niflheim Gate
Time: Morning
Warnings: Nothing. Some swearing, maybe.
It was pretty obvious to anyone passing by that Ichigo was a little lost.
One moment he was falling asleep in his bed, the next he was awake, fully dressed, and standing in front of the oddest sight he had ever seen. The large rounded structures in front of him were a little mind boggling, something decidedly out of this world. He had seen some pretty weird things in his life, and this wasn’t high on his list of strange, but he was still confused. This wasn’t Soul Society (Zaraki hadn’t shown up), it really wasn’t Karakura…
Where was he?
Taking another glance around, he could see nothing familiar. No landmarks looked familiar, and this place didn’t look anything like Japan. It looked mostly western, but he really had no idea where the architecture was from. He was a high school student, like he cared about modern architecture anyway. He just knew that this place wasn’t home.
Walking towards the round dome-looking things, he spotted the lined forming to get inside. Ichigo didn’t know if he really wanted to get inside of the domes, but maybe people would have answers. This plan in mind, he got in line with everyone else. Shoving his hands in his jacket pockets, he took a look at other people in line and was rather surprised. The people here were of every variety, color, nationality, and species. It reminded him a bit of Soul Society, but something was still off.
He was pretty sure everyone here was alive for one thing. Ichigo was still inside his own body, so it had to be the case. Checking his person quickly, he was relieved to see he still had the pendant that Soul Society had given him to change into a Shinigami. He would have been in a bad situation if he had lost that.
Finally arriving at the front of the line, he frowned at the man with the clip board. He opened his mouth to ask a question but was quickly cut off by the man. “Name please.” Ichigo rolled his eyes. “Kurosaki Ichigo. Now what is going on-“ “Next line, please.” “Wait a minute, you need to tell-“ “Next line please.” The man repeated, looking like he was hardly in the mood for Ichigo’s questions, a finger pointed over to another line.
Ichigo continued to frown at the man before heading over to the other line, grumbling something about authority figures. After waiting through the second line, he was asked in he wanted a journal, his reply a shrug. The device was handed out to him, and he took it, giving it a weird look before glancing back up at the person. “So where am I?” He asked, hoping the question was quick enough to warrant a reply. “You’re in Paixao. Here’s a brochure, there’s a map in your journal, have a good day.” The person replied, handing him the brochure before waving him away.
Walking dazedly down the city street, he looked around, then back down to his brochure, to the device, back around.
He scowled and asked aloud to no one in particular. “Just what the hell is going on?”
Content: Ichigo arrives. And is rather confused.
Setting: Niflheim Gate
Time: Morning
Warnings: Nothing. Some swearing, maybe.
It was pretty obvious to anyone passing by that Ichigo was a little lost.
One moment he was falling asleep in his bed, the next he was awake, fully dressed, and standing in front of the oddest sight he had ever seen. The large rounded structures in front of him were a little mind boggling, something decidedly out of this world. He had seen some pretty weird things in his life, and this wasn’t high on his list of strange, but he was still confused. This wasn’t Soul Society (Zaraki hadn’t shown up), it really wasn’t Karakura…
Where was he?
Taking another glance around, he could see nothing familiar. No landmarks looked familiar, and this place didn’t look anything like Japan. It looked mostly western, but he really had no idea where the architecture was from. He was a high school student, like he cared about modern architecture anyway. He just knew that this place wasn’t home.
Walking towards the round dome-looking things, he spotted the lined forming to get inside. Ichigo didn’t know if he really wanted to get inside of the domes, but maybe people would have answers. This plan in mind, he got in line with everyone else. Shoving his hands in his jacket pockets, he took a look at other people in line and was rather surprised. The people here were of every variety, color, nationality, and species. It reminded him a bit of Soul Society, but something was still off.
He was pretty sure everyone here was alive for one thing. Ichigo was still inside his own body, so it had to be the case. Checking his person quickly, he was relieved to see he still had the pendant that Soul Society had given him to change into a Shinigami. He would have been in a bad situation if he had lost that.
Finally arriving at the front of the line, he frowned at the man with the clip board. He opened his mouth to ask a question but was quickly cut off by the man. “Name please.” Ichigo rolled his eyes. “Kurosaki Ichigo. Now what is going on-“ “Next line, please.” “Wait a minute, you need to tell-“ “Next line please.” The man repeated, looking like he was hardly in the mood for Ichigo’s questions, a finger pointed over to another line.
Ichigo continued to frown at the man before heading over to the other line, grumbling something about authority figures. After waiting through the second line, he was asked in he wanted a journal, his reply a shrug. The device was handed out to him, and he took it, giving it a weird look before glancing back up at the person. “So where am I?” He asked, hoping the question was quick enough to warrant a reply. “You’re in Paixao. Here’s a brochure, there’s a map in your journal, have a good day.” The person replied, handing him the brochure before waving him away.
Walking dazedly down the city street, he looked around, then back down to his brochure, to the device, back around.
He scowled and asked aloud to no one in particular. “Just what the hell is going on?”
no subject
It was eerie.
During his examination of the stranger it also became glaringly obvious that the man was a Shinigami. The badge on his arm said he was a fukutaichou, and that confused Ichigo. He knew what all the fukutaichou's looked like, had fought quite a few of them, so who was this guy?
Oh. And why the hell did he look exactly like him?
"I think you're asking the wrong guy that one, pal, I'm just as confused as you are." His own look of confusion nearly mirrored the others, his arms crossing over his chest while he tried to piece this together in his mind. Nothing was making any sense. "Who are you? You're a fukutaichou? But I've never met you."