[This is in fact the strangest thing that has ever happened to Kuchiki Rukia. But only just. She's crossed the boundaries of worlds before, but on purpose. For a while she's tempted to believe this is all just a very strange, very vivid dream, but eventually the cold biting at her nose takes on the sting of reality. All right, then.
The village itself is something of a consolation, the little lights and cheerful decorations bringing a sparkle to her eyes. She strides through the village with a mind to call it reconaissance, only to find herself immediately drawn to the market.]
I forgot the living world could be so festive.
[She mutters to herself, but not so quietly she can't be overheard. She has no money, but it's easy to put on the old sparkle routine and easier still to scam a free cup of cocoa from a vendor with a soft spot for wide-eyed young girls who are tremendously curious about his wares. She takes a sip as she walks away, eyes immediately going wide, then turns to whoever happens to be closest.]
What is this?
2. toy story;
[It's a quiet afternoon. As lively and colorful as the boxes are, there seems to be no one around...until a short, dark-haored girl comes absolutely spriting around the corner of one of them, pursued steadily by...well, this. Rukia dares glance behind her and promptly slams into whoever happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.]
Watch where you're going! [Hypocrisy, thy name is Rukia. She looks the newcomer up and down, trying to assess their capabilities in a glance.] I don't suppose you have a way of lighting that thing on fire, do you?
[The twig doll hasn't gotten violent yet. She just doesn't trust it. At all.]
3. yeti spaghetti;
[This is not what she'd had in mind when she'd headed toward the mountain. Rukia had wanted to meditate, perhaps see if she could somehow make contact with Sode no Shirayuki, or just enjoy the peace and solitude of nature, reasonable things. Now she was being chased by a smelly beast with foul body odor and a worse mood.
She tries to hiss out a binding spell, but there's nothing more than a slight crackle in the air when she hisses out the "sai!" Her powers still haven't come back enough. Damn it, damn it, damn it.
The sight of someone else makes her eyes go wide, then narrow, unsure whether this is someone she'll have to protect—as if she's truly capable of doing so right now. But she can't abandon someone else foolish enough to venture this far. It doesn't occur to her to think of herself as the one in need of rescue. She's just...having some temporarily extreme difficulties.]
Can you fight?
4. choose your own adventure;
[Feel free to set up literally anything your character might be doing and I'll contrive a reason she's around!
[ooc - Dusting off a very old favorite, would love threads to knock the rust off! Her canon point is relatively early, between her appearances at the end of the Soul Society arc and when she next visits the living world.]
Kuchiki Rukia | Bleach
[This is in fact the strangest thing that has ever happened to Kuchiki Rukia. But only just. She's crossed the boundaries of worlds before, but on purpose. For a while she's tempted to believe this is all just a very strange, very vivid dream, but eventually the cold biting at her nose takes on the sting of reality. All right, then.
The village itself is something of a consolation, the little lights and cheerful decorations bringing a sparkle to her eyes. She strides through the village with a mind to call it reconaissance, only to find herself immediately drawn to the market.]
I forgot the living world could be so festive.
[She mutters to herself, but not so quietly she can't be overheard. She has no money, but it's easy to put on the old sparkle routine and easier still to scam a free cup of cocoa from a vendor with a soft spot for wide-eyed young girls who are tremendously curious about his wares. She takes a sip as she walks away, eyes immediately going wide, then turns to whoever happens to be closest.]
What is this?
2. toy story;
[It's a quiet afternoon. As lively and colorful as the boxes are, there seems to be no one around...until a short, dark-haored girl comes absolutely spriting around the corner of one of them, pursued steadily by...well, this. Rukia dares glance behind her and promptly slams into whoever happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.]
Watch where you're going! [Hypocrisy, thy name is Rukia. She looks the newcomer up and down, trying to assess their capabilities in a glance.] I don't suppose you have a way of lighting that thing on fire, do you?
[The twig doll hasn't gotten violent yet. She just doesn't trust it. At all.]
3. yeti spaghetti;
[This is not what she'd had in mind when she'd headed toward the mountain. Rukia had wanted to meditate, perhaps see if she could somehow make contact with Sode no Shirayuki, or just enjoy the peace and solitude of nature, reasonable things. Now she was being chased by a smelly beast with foul body odor and a worse mood.
She tries to hiss out a binding spell, but there's nothing more than a slight crackle in the air when she hisses out the "sai!" Her powers still haven't come back enough. Damn it, damn it, damn it.
The sight of someone else makes her eyes go wide, then narrow, unsure whether this is someone she'll have to protect—as if she's truly capable of doing so right now. But she can't abandon someone else foolish enough to venture this far. It doesn't occur to her to think of herself as the one in need of rescue. She's just...having some temporarily extreme difficulties.]
Can you fight?
4. choose your own adventure;
[Feel free to set up literally anything your character might be doing and I'll contrive a reason she's around!
[ooc - Dusting off a very old favorite, would love threads to knock the rust off! Her canon point is relatively early, between her appearances at the end of the Soul Society arc and when she next visits the living world.]