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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.