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paixaorpg2006-01-23 10:22 pm
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Someone is in for a world of hurt. [CLOSED]
Character(s): Kenpachi, and anyone else in the area who wants to jump in.
Content: Kenpachi's very first 'WTF?!' moment. ...Also known as landing in Paixao.
Setting: The gates of Muspelheim.
Time: Near-midnight.
Warnings: Swearing, mostly.
He was drunk. That was the only logical explanation. Funny thing was, he didn't remember getting drunk. That was the real hitch. Maybe he was so drunk he didn't remember. That'd happened to him once before. When Renji'd left his division to serve under Byakuya, the whole 11th Division had shown up for a going-away party of sorts. It'd escalated into most of the Gotei 13 crowding into the small apartments he and Yachiru shared and overflowing into the neighboring balconies and alley. There was enough booze going around to turn the Seireitei into a sizable lake. It'd started with he and Shunsui debating the finer points of sake and ended a considerable time later with him sprawled on his futon with a headache fit for a God of Death and a taste in his mouth like he'd licked the inside of a toilet.
So maybe he was drunk and just didn't remember getting that way. All he knew was that the last thing he was doing was walking the wall that encompassed the Shinigami City in the dead of night. Yachiru'd once again decided to nest in his un-spiked hair while she was sleeping, and had delivered a mean kick to his temple that had awoken him with a fantastic holler. She'd not even batted an eyelash when he'd bolted upright ready to kill his 'assailant'. Instead she clung to his pillow and giggled something about candied almonds in her sleep. That was why he was out of his nice cozy bed at this hour. Deciding a calming walk would help him get back to sleep, he'd hopped the balcony and landed with a grace that was surprising for his size. Considering how directionally challenged he was, Kenpachi'd decided to walk the top of the massive retaining wall. At least it was a large square, with only four turns to make. He was heading for the West Gate, maybe have a bit of a chat with its Guardian, Jidanbou, when suddenly the entirety of the Seireitei twisted. Not even a subtle shift. The Soul Society lurched, Kenpachi staggering forward enough to land on his knees.
Was someone using the Demon Arts? An attacking Hollow? Or had he finally gone completely batshit-insane? Whatever the case may have been, no one would get a sound sleep tonight until Zaraki Kenpachi got an answer. Glaring through the curtain of black hair that covered his face, he brought his zanpakutou close, ready to unsheathe it the moment he saw a suitable target. His spirit-sensing abilities weren't all that keen, but if he could feel out that something was wrong, there were people in Soul Society who certainly did.
That was when Seireitei did that funny shift thing again, and something in the back of his brain shifted along with it. The last thing he'd felt was the cold press of the wall against his scarred cheek, before everything went black.
Now he was standing in line like a sheep to slaughter, towering over these bland-faced people heading for a great gate wreathed in flames. For the life of him he couldn't figure out how he'd gotten from Soul Society to ... well... wherever the friggin' hell here was. Oddly complacent given the situation and who he was, Kenpachi merely shuffled along in line, his zanpakutou dangling from his shoulder where a small pink-haired child used to dwell. Frowning for a moment, obviously concerned over Yachiru, he didn't notice that he was up next.
"NAAAAME?!?!" Apparently gatekeeper had been trying to get his attention for several moments. Yet even Kenpachi's half-hearted glare made the man pale visibly. Minutes later he was standing inside the city itself, staring with a fair amount of bewilderment at the tiny black thing called an Ee Lek Tronik journal. Whatever that was. Tucking it behind the bands of cloth that wrapped his torso, Kenpachi looked around, slicking his hair from his face with an irritated growl. For someone who couldn't find his way around his own hometown, being plopped in this place was an accident waiting to happen.
He'd kill right now to have a tiny foot crash into his temple or have 'Oi! Ken-chaaaan~!' squealed into his ear.
Content: Kenpachi's very first 'WTF?!' moment. ...Also known as landing in Paixao.
Setting: The gates of Muspelheim.
Time: Near-midnight.
Warnings: Swearing, mostly.
He was drunk. That was the only logical explanation. Funny thing was, he didn't remember getting drunk. That was the real hitch. Maybe he was so drunk he didn't remember. That'd happened to him once before. When Renji'd left his division to serve under Byakuya, the whole 11th Division had shown up for a going-away party of sorts. It'd escalated into most of the Gotei 13 crowding into the small apartments he and Yachiru shared and overflowing into the neighboring balconies and alley. There was enough booze going around to turn the Seireitei into a sizable lake. It'd started with he and Shunsui debating the finer points of sake and ended a considerable time later with him sprawled on his futon with a headache fit for a God of Death and a taste in his mouth like he'd licked the inside of a toilet.
So maybe he was drunk and just didn't remember getting that way. All he knew was that the last thing he was doing was walking the wall that encompassed the Shinigami City in the dead of night. Yachiru'd once again decided to nest in his un-spiked hair while she was sleeping, and had delivered a mean kick to his temple that had awoken him with a fantastic holler. She'd not even batted an eyelash when he'd bolted upright ready to kill his 'assailant'. Instead she clung to his pillow and giggled something about candied almonds in her sleep. That was why he was out of his nice cozy bed at this hour. Deciding a calming walk would help him get back to sleep, he'd hopped the balcony and landed with a grace that was surprising for his size. Considering how directionally challenged he was, Kenpachi'd decided to walk the top of the massive retaining wall. At least it was a large square, with only four turns to make. He was heading for the West Gate, maybe have a bit of a chat with its Guardian, Jidanbou, when suddenly the entirety of the Seireitei twisted. Not even a subtle shift. The Soul Society lurched, Kenpachi staggering forward enough to land on his knees.
Was someone using the Demon Arts? An attacking Hollow? Or had he finally gone completely batshit-insane? Whatever the case may have been, no one would get a sound sleep tonight until Zaraki Kenpachi got an answer. Glaring through the curtain of black hair that covered his face, he brought his zanpakutou close, ready to unsheathe it the moment he saw a suitable target. His spirit-sensing abilities weren't all that keen, but if he could feel out that something was wrong, there were people in Soul Society who certainly did.
That was when Seireitei did that funny shift thing again, and something in the back of his brain shifted along with it. The last thing he'd felt was the cold press of the wall against his scarred cheek, before everything went black.
Now he was standing in line like a sheep to slaughter, towering over these bland-faced people heading for a great gate wreathed in flames. For the life of him he couldn't figure out how he'd gotten from Soul Society to ... well... wherever the friggin' hell here was. Oddly complacent given the situation and who he was, Kenpachi merely shuffled along in line, his zanpakutou dangling from his shoulder where a small pink-haired child used to dwell. Frowning for a moment, obviously concerned over Yachiru, he didn't notice that he was up next.
"NAAAAME?!?!" Apparently gatekeeper had been trying to get his attention for several moments. Yet even Kenpachi's half-hearted glare made the man pale visibly. Minutes later he was standing inside the city itself, staring with a fair amount of bewilderment at the tiny black thing called an Ee Lek Tronik journal. Whatever that was. Tucking it behind the bands of cloth that wrapped his torso, Kenpachi looked around, slicking his hair from his face with an irritated growl. For someone who couldn't find his way around his own hometown, being plopped in this place was an accident waiting to happen.
He'd kill right now to have a tiny foot crash into his temple or have 'Oi! Ken-chaaaan~!' squealed into his ear.
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Luffy nearly bounced off the large man, and flew off into the wall behind the one he hit. He made a small hole through the wall, and finally stopped when he hit the next wall of the building. Rubbing his head Luffy got to his feet, and headed toward the hole he made.
"Ara? What happened?" Clumbing out of the hole, the straw hat looked around, and somehow managed to not see the person he hit. And so he shurgged his shoulders, and started to walk away from the scene of the accident.
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And that was whip the 11th Division Captain into a lovely fury. As the rubberized projectile was busy careening through walls, Kenpachi had pivoted around to follow its path, his zanpakutou unsheathed with a blinding speed. Easily identifying the straw-hatted youth as the one who'd so rudely bashed him in the head, Kenpachi, without a second thought, put himself between the clueless flying hatted thing and his path of escape. The expression on his face was filled with enough malice to make even a Menos faint.
This poor bastard had been put in a very precarious position. A confused Kenpachi was not a good thing. A confused, annoyed, and otherwise injured Kenpachi was downright dangerous. Considering Kenpachi's fondness for bloodshed even without provocation, well, things were not looking up.
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"Oh, excuse me," Luffy said, taking a step backward. Smiling, Luffy tried to walk around the man when he noticed something. He had bells in his hair. So he stopped to examine them. The straw hat flicked a bell with his fingers, laughing at the sound it made.
"You have bells in your hair!" he said laughing outloud. In the middle of his laugh a loud grumble cam from the boy's stomach. "I'm really hungry, do you know where I can get some food?" Through all this he still didn't notice the intent to kill on the man's face.
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"I don't know where you can get any food, boy, but right now that should be the least of your worries." His voice was an even-toned hiss through bared teeth. "You're gonna explain yourself and this place. Now." His sunken eyes narrowed, the threat very much geniune. If nothing came of it (the kid looked like he had half a retard's brain), at least it was a chance to work off some steam.
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"No food? Are you sure?" Luffy shurgged, figuring he had eaten ten minutes ago, and could go a little longer without eating. But now it was time for a nap. Laying on his back Luffy pulled his hat down over his face, and was snoring almost instantly.
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This was not going to end well. Aside from Kenpachi fighting an ever-rising urge to grind the strange kid into a fine mash, he was made feircely aware of his own hunger. Now he had a whole new set of problems. And killing the first normal human (although that was a gross overstatement) he'd laid eyes on since getting wherever here was would kinda put a damper on things. Everyone else here was ... they reminded him of purified Hollows. Kinda blank-lookin'. Made his skin crawl lookin' at 'em. Aaannywaaay...
Without further ado, he wrapped his fist in the shirtfront of the sleeping kid. Hauling him a good 6 feet off the ground and noting that he weighed no less than Yachiru, Kenpachi dangled the kid infront of his face. The sneer was gone, replaced by a terribly bored look.
Shake. Shake. SHAAAAAKE.
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Rubbing his eyes, Luffy was now pissed off that he had been woken up. "Hey! You bastard! Do you wanna fight or something?" The pirate's face looked more happy than mad. Even at the man's mercy held in the air as he was, a smile flashed across the boy's face. To make his threat clear Luffy cracked his knuckles by flexing his hands separetly, making five or six pops.
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Blinking with thinly-veiled disgust at the snot bubble, Zaraki stared hard at the kid. Everything here was backwards. Wasn't making any sense. Sure, Seireitei was as boring as watching bird shit dry, but he'd take that over this place any day. Especially if everyone made a habit of knocking heads with him. With a brief sigh, Kenpachi dropped the kid as fast as he'd picked him up. No sense in wasting time on the moron. He wouldn't even be worth getting his knuckles dirty over.
Without a further word, Kenpachi turned on his heel. The little item tucked against his skin needed further investigating, as did the rest of this place. And like friggin' hell he'd get any decent information out of that straw-hatted kid. He'd worked best on the fly and rolling with the tide. Right now the tide was thinking food and a place to sleep. Perfect.