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paixaorpg2006-03-28 03:20 pm
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I hope there aren't any juice boxes here... [solo/complete]
Character(s): Rukia Kuckiki
Content: Rukia makes it through the gate and finds herself at the Morem o Lisboa.
Setting: Muspelhiem Gate and a little bit beyond to Morem o Lisboa.
Time: Really, really, early Thursday.
Warnings: None.
Rukia had always wondered just how and why her internal clock woke her up at such ungodly hours of the morning. She didn't enjoy it at all and for all the times she told herself she would actually sleep in for once, it never happened. It was becoming and endless, monotonous cycle of insomnia that was plaguing the raven-haired Shinigami. She didn't really feel right telling anyone about her sleepless nights because, even though she hated to admit it, she knew why. She missed them: Chad, Ishida, Inoue, she even missed Kon to a certain extent. But out of all of them, she missed Ichigo the most. He had taught her a lot in their time together and she now regretted her decision to stay in the Soul Society; it would be embarrassing to go crawling back now. Decisions like that cannot be undone... Or could they?
She had been sitting atop one of the many buildings in Seireitei, gazing out at the surrounding city when something akin to lightning hit her, causing her to black out instantly; there had been no clouds in the sky. Rukia awoke just outside of a large gate which, presumably, led inside of a dome. It was imposing, strange and even a bit scary. How had she come to be here? Where, exactly, was here? It had taken her a bit of time, but she finally decided to go through the gate, receiving a black journal from a shadowed face before being ushered inside; it seemed that there was no going back.
The streets were practically deserted, devoid of any sign of life save for the occasional glow coming from a window or the semi-occasional passerby, face expressionless. Rukia was still a little freaked out but she kept her cool nonetheless, returning each blank stare with one of her own as she made her way down the icy cobblestone streets. It was quite cold, the puddles from previous rainfall frozen over as the cold front moved in. Rukia was wary of where she tread, careful not to slip on any stray ice patches. What was this place? This domed city that had weather without sky? Where the hell was she?
She slowed to a stop, lifting her gaze slightly only to spot a hotel only a few yards away, windows glowing warmly despite the frost-bitten weather outside. She blinked a few times before shivering despite herself; she needed to get a room and warm up. Afterwards, she needed to think about the current situation and what to do about it. She started forward again and, just as she reached the doors, snow began to fall from the sky. Rukia cast a glance back before pushing open the door, sighing as the warmth hit her; she most defiantly wasn't immune to the elements.
The shinigami soon spotted the reception desk and she hurried over to it, going through the proper motions to get a room. It seemed the hotel accepted many forms of currency and for that, Rukia was thankful. She placed the proper amount of money on the counter before taking the offered key and making her way up to her room. She took a short amount of time trying to figure out how to unlock the door (it was a card key) before finally gaining entrance to the room.
It wasn't lavishly decorated nor was it rundown. It was average at best and that suited Rukia just fine. Walking over to the bed, she sat down on it, flopping backwards and staring at the ceiling. What had she gotten herself into this time...? As she lay there counting the various ravines in the painted ceiling (she was up to three by now), she could've sworn there was something familiar about this place, something unusually familiar. Ten cracks in the ceiling... It was when she reached eleven she concluded that something was far too close to her own subconscious for her own comfort. Rukia frowned, glaring at the ceiling as she tried to understand just what was going on, what was tugging at her mind so. When she reached the number fifteen, Rukia sat up instantly, eyes wide.
They were in Paixao.
Content: Rukia makes it through the gate and finds herself at the Morem o Lisboa.
Setting: Muspelhiem Gate and a little bit beyond to Morem o Lisboa.
Time: Really, really, early Thursday.
Warnings: None.
Rukia had always wondered just how and why her internal clock woke her up at such ungodly hours of the morning. She didn't enjoy it at all and for all the times she told herself she would actually sleep in for once, it never happened. It was becoming and endless, monotonous cycle of insomnia that was plaguing the raven-haired Shinigami. She didn't really feel right telling anyone about her sleepless nights because, even though she hated to admit it, she knew why. She missed them: Chad, Ishida, Inoue, she even missed Kon to a certain extent. But out of all of them, she missed Ichigo the most. He had taught her a lot in their time together and she now regretted her decision to stay in the Soul Society; it would be embarrassing to go crawling back now. Decisions like that cannot be undone... Or could they?
She had been sitting atop one of the many buildings in Seireitei, gazing out at the surrounding city when something akin to lightning hit her, causing her to black out instantly; there had been no clouds in the sky. Rukia awoke just outside of a large gate which, presumably, led inside of a dome. It was imposing, strange and even a bit scary. How had she come to be here? Where, exactly, was here? It had taken her a bit of time, but she finally decided to go through the gate, receiving a black journal from a shadowed face before being ushered inside; it seemed that there was no going back.
The streets were practically deserted, devoid of any sign of life save for the occasional glow coming from a window or the semi-occasional passerby, face expressionless. Rukia was still a little freaked out but she kept her cool nonetheless, returning each blank stare with one of her own as she made her way down the icy cobblestone streets. It was quite cold, the puddles from previous rainfall frozen over as the cold front moved in. Rukia was wary of where she tread, careful not to slip on any stray ice patches. What was this place? This domed city that had weather without sky? Where the hell was she?
She slowed to a stop, lifting her gaze slightly only to spot a hotel only a few yards away, windows glowing warmly despite the frost-bitten weather outside. She blinked a few times before shivering despite herself; she needed to get a room and warm up. Afterwards, she needed to think about the current situation and what to do about it. She started forward again and, just as she reached the doors, snow began to fall from the sky. Rukia cast a glance back before pushing open the door, sighing as the warmth hit her; she most defiantly wasn't immune to the elements.
The shinigami soon spotted the reception desk and she hurried over to it, going through the proper motions to get a room. It seemed the hotel accepted many forms of currency and for that, Rukia was thankful. She placed the proper amount of money on the counter before taking the offered key and making her way up to her room. She took a short amount of time trying to figure out how to unlock the door (it was a card key) before finally gaining entrance to the room.
It wasn't lavishly decorated nor was it rundown. It was average at best and that suited Rukia just fine. Walking over to the bed, she sat down on it, flopping backwards and staring at the ceiling. What had she gotten herself into this time...? As she lay there counting the various ravines in the painted ceiling (she was up to three by now), she could've sworn there was something familiar about this place, something unusually familiar. Ten cracks in the ceiling... It was when she reached eleven she concluded that something was far too close to her own subconscious for her own comfort. Rukia frowned, glaring at the ceiling as she tried to understand just what was going on, what was tugging at her mind so. When she reached the number fifteen, Rukia sat up instantly, eyes wide.
They were in Paixao.