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paixaorpg2006-05-07 09:34 pm
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Entry tags:
Here and Now [Solo/Complete]
Character: Kira Izuru
Content: A little angst, and Kira enters Paixao.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Afternoon Evening-ish Friday Week 1
Warnings: None? :o
The wind messed his hair up, but if his hair was a mess in the first place, then really, nothing could be done. Kira, from where he stood, watched as the line moved ever closer to the gate with tired eyes. A glance upward, and teal caught sight of magnificent golden flames that embellished the sole gate. For whatever consolation it was, the gate didn't bear the chains and skeletons that marked the entrance-way to Hell, no matter how much Kira thought he deserved to be sent there.
Stepping forward, but looking back.
Casting his gaze over his shoulder, out into the darkness, trying to seek out where he had woken up, trying to find a way out to avoid going in. What exactly had happened? A party, he had been drinking... Drinking because of Ichimaru-taicho. Shaking his head, the blonde corrected himself. Ichimaru... Was there really a way to address a traitor? Just Ichimaru.
Attention brought back to the line, Kira found himself nearly at the gate. Surely, if so many people had already gone inside it couldn't be dangerous. Surely it would be better just to blend in with everyone one else in a time like this. This. This place. Kira had no idea if this was some dream, drunken hallucination, or perhaps reality? The people here were able to see him, that much was certain, and it didn't feel as if he were using a faux body, a gigai... There were simply too many questions to be answered, and Kira didn't even know if he should bother pondering the answers at this point.
"Name?"
An immediate answer, an almost robotic response, "Izuru Kira." Shifting his position, hand coming to rest on the hilt of the zanpakutÅ that hung at his waist, bracing himself unconsciously for what was to come. A gust of air, and blinking Kira found himself standing dumbly on a street curb, a square of metallic grey in his hand. A city was concealed beyond the gate, and Kira couldn't manage to fight off the feeling that he should have known it would be just a city. The gate system was not unlike the gates that lead to the Seireitei. Moving to a relatively secluded spot, the Fukutaicho proceeded to inspect the device he had been given - a journal, connected to a network. Perhaps he could find a way out after all, and if the journal failed him, he could always find Kurosaki-kun the reiatsu that he sensed could belong to no other.
Content: A little angst, and Kira enters Paixao.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Afternoon Evening-ish Friday Week 1
Warnings: None? :o
The wind messed his hair up, but if his hair was a mess in the first place, then really, nothing could be done. Kira, from where he stood, watched as the line moved ever closer to the gate with tired eyes. A glance upward, and teal caught sight of magnificent golden flames that embellished the sole gate. For whatever consolation it was, the gate didn't bear the chains and skeletons that marked the entrance-way to Hell, no matter how much Kira thought he deserved to be sent there.
Stepping forward, but looking back.
Casting his gaze over his shoulder, out into the darkness, trying to seek out where he had woken up, trying to find a way out to avoid going in. What exactly had happened? A party, he had been drinking... Drinking because of Ichimaru-taicho. Shaking his head, the blonde corrected himself. Ichimaru... Was there really a way to address a traitor? Just Ichimaru.
Attention brought back to the line, Kira found himself nearly at the gate. Surely, if so many people had already gone inside it couldn't be dangerous. Surely it would be better just to blend in with everyone one else in a time like this. This. This place. Kira had no idea if this was some dream, drunken hallucination, or perhaps reality? The people here were able to see him, that much was certain, and it didn't feel as if he were using a faux body, a gigai... There were simply too many questions to be answered, and Kira didn't even know if he should bother pondering the answers at this point.
"Name?"
An immediate answer, an almost robotic response, "Izuru Kira." Shifting his position, hand coming to rest on the hilt of the zanpakutÅ that hung at his waist, bracing himself unconsciously for what was to come. A gust of air, and blinking Kira found himself standing dumbly on a street curb, a square of metallic grey in his hand. A city was concealed beyond the gate, and Kira couldn't manage to fight off the feeling that he should have known it would be just a city. The gate system was not unlike the gates that lead to the Seireitei. Moving to a relatively secluded spot, the Fukutaicho proceeded to inspect the device he had been given - a journal, connected to a network. Perhaps he could find a way out after all, and if the journal failed him, he could always find Kurosaki-kun the reiatsu that he sensed could belong to no other.