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shouyoku replied to your post:          “…hey. You seen Kurosaki around anywhere...

“Stop being a little bitch and maybe I will.”

    “ -- ya drop everything easy for a jackass with the same face.”

protectyou replied to your post:

“Why would ANYONE hate themselves so much as to pay attention to you.”

    “Then I’m guessin’ you’re a real masochist havin’ to come in and give some input.”

[albinosin]

         “…hey. You seen Kurosaki around anywhere lately?”

    “ ... oi.”

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protectyou‌:

          – @albinosin​.

Even with his powers as affected by this city as they were, there was absolutely no doubt in Tensa’s mind as to when someone else he knew had showed up. He’d heard the talks, the rumours that people could come and go, that powers would be returned over time – but he’d experienced none of it firsthand. He had none of the answers for himself.

So when suddenly… suddenly, he could feel one of the other Zangetsus here, even if only barely, even if only faintly–

–well, it didn’t take Tensa long to find him.

Even with them both manifested here like this it seemed their connection was unsevered, given how little difficulty Tensa had in tracking the hollow down.

“–Zangetsu.”

Perhaps he had been here before. Perhaps he had been here for some time and only now was Tensa able to sense him. No matter the situation, the hollow certainly looked to be better off than Tensa was, albeit huffing around with some level of indignation. Nothing out of the ordinary.

That didn’t stop Tensa from closing the distance between them with a quick Shunpo, his hand shooting up to grab a hold of Zangetsu’s shihakushou fabric to tug the hollow down. His eyes narrowed as he gave his face a once-over, then his grip loosened and he took a step back.

“It seems to be you as much as it can be. Intriguing, how they brought you here as well.”

  It’s easy enough to follow, that lingering trace of someone he was more than familiar with despite how faint it may currently be. Not as if it was unknown to him, how this world seemed to work. He’s seen it -- overheard, even -- how powers and strength and stripped away. Taken and kept. Yet, there seemed to be fortune on his side -- he kept all of his.

  There’s an inkling of something in the back of his mind; a constant feeling of ‘you’ve done this all before’. But he can neither confirm or deny it. True as it may feel, partially, he can’t fully recall.

  ... but, if it won’t stick, he won’t worry over it.

  Besides, there’s something that chooses to flash into his vision and pull him out of that small cloud of thought and cause already furrowed brows to knit together even tighter. Confused, at first, but hardly surprised once coming face to face with the holder of that oh-so-familiar spiritual signature.

    ‘ Zangetsu ‘ he hears, and holds half a mind to give a retort before the grip upon him falters and pulls away. Allowing him to pull himself back up, slowly.

    “What, no ‘hello’ kiss while ya had me down there?”

  The hollows joke is personally humored with a snort.

  It wasn’t long before the jest is pushed aside with a crossing of his arms, eyes now trained downward a few inches to meet the blues of the other zanpakutou.

    “Say it like that ya make it sound like my bein’ here’s a problem. Seems to be as much you, too, if that greeting was anythin’ to go by.” Irises of gold give a short roll, “ -- ya seem lighter, too. Not as fortunate to keep everythin’, huh?”

[shouyoku]

seek and you know I'll find

[albinosin]

shouyoku‌:

      “WHAT THE HELL-!?”

          A voice to shake the heavens, that what for certain. Whatever she’d sensed as off about Kurosaki hadn’t prepared her for this. To add insult to injury, he’s taunting her, more or less. About how little she knows? How little she realized? One, the other, both? It doesn’t really matter. What does matter is the abomination standing before her, smug as can be. Kurosaki’s inner Hollow, she knows, is something he actively uses. That he actively fights with. That it was anything but a portion of him had never occurred to her.            It seemed that the Hollow itself was taking some considerable amusement in the fact.           “What– how–?” Mind running a mile a minute, she tries to consider the possibilities. She doesn’t know as much as Ginjo does, not even as much as Tsukishima does, never mind someone more qualified to deal with this. Is it Kurosaki becoming the Hollow or the Hollow overtaking Kurosaki? She doesn’t know, and she only cares because it’s parading around, wearing Kurosaki’s face and acting like she’s an idiot for not knowing that he… what?            That he was letting his Hollow out for a walk or something?           Scrubbing a hand haphazardly back through her hair, her wide-eyed stare remains firmly locked on him, unsure what, if anything she should say or do about the situation at hand. Neither Kurosaki nor what little she’d learned from Urahara had prepared her for anything like this. Does it really matter if she can ‘deal’ with it or not though? She doesn’t think so. As of the moment the Hollow came into view, there’s been a more pressing issue at hand, one that Riruka realizes she has to handle because she’s not sure who else there is that can.            “Where the hell is Kurosaki, you alabaster bastard?” Her voice sounds braver than she feels, shoulders squared but tense as she looks up at him. 

          “What did you do–!?”

  As quickly as the womans’ voice had risen, the hollows’ lips curled further. Wearing a grin that fit across pale features, pulling the skin back as far as it would allow; smug as can be from ear to ear. Amusement was had in the mistaken identity, but now that the answers sat out in the open the entertainment was drawn from the sheer shock of it all. From the rising tone to the words chosen, and further still to the baffled stutter that seemed to follow.

  Where there should be a response -- perhaps answering the questions she seemed to want so desperately -- there came laughter. A subtle trembling of the shoulders, at first. Bubbling up as a giggle that slowly boiled into a shrill fit of laughter -- fortunately short lived.

    “What did I do?”

  Another laugh; like a short, thunderous bark.

    “Some bold questions you could no doubt answer if ya weren’t pussfyfootin’ around on the sidelines. But since you’re so worried -- he ain’t dead, if that’s what yer askin’.” There’s a pause, eyes trailing to look off behind himself to the best of his ability, smirk still resting comfortably along his lips. “... not yet.”

  Assuming the bastard was here at all, that is. But, it wasn’t too far off from being the truth considering the fools track record of nearly getting himself killed. Made the spirit wonder, though. Should his unfortunate king be found among the chaos... would his death truly matter here?

  Or would it play out differently? Another case of deja vu, honestly.

    “ -- but why bother with some pigheaded idiot?"

  A sudden thud rings against his ears as the blade wielded comes to meet the ground, tip lodged into the pavement. It acts as a means of balance, one hand still firmly gripping its’ handle while the other rests upon the hollows’ hip. There’s a feigned gentleness that twists itself into his smile as he makes a point to lean forward. Voice laced with a means of mimicry to further capture a tone she’d be better acquainted with.

    “ -- right? . . . Ri~ruka.”

[kniveslookbooks]

there’s nothing more satisfying than the sound of hitting someone solid in the fucking jaw.

[glados]

It never ceases to amaze me how brainless you can be. I have no interest whatsoever in this world. But that doesn’t matter. I woke up in this world looking like this. The only thing I still had was my instinct. The urge to fight. So, all I did was follow my killer instinct.

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hiberus‌:

     A subtle fragrance of lilies, with a peculiar undertone of iron, drifted in the breeze circling around his right hand. Petals danced elegantly in an image that didn’t quite fit with the emperor himself, but the appearance of an exquisite blade, lined in solferino on both edges, suited him well. Lucius silently stepped closer, sharp violet gaze fixed on the challenger before him.

      He was shaking. The sword Florent, held firmly in his grasp, trembled along with the rest of his arm as a shiver ran up to his shoulder blade. With a smile that stretched from ear to ear, his teeth could no longer be hidden by thinned lips. And then––he howled with unrestrained laughter! This was it! the excitement that used to seize his body as his ears rung from his citizens’ thunderous cheers in the Colosseum! To think that an unknown barbarian would bring about this feeling once more! 

     ❝ Where does that arrogance come from?! Don’t keep me wondering for too long if you’re going to make a ruckus! ❞ Unable to contain himself any longer, he made the first move, dashing forward for a one-handed upward strike. What would be the fun in going all out from the start?

  Floral was not what he might have expected from a man whose very being screamed of battle; of death, of conquering. But it mattered not, for display and fragrance did little to fully determine the extent of which that blade could be used. It was the raw instinct behind it all that he wished to see; wished to taste with a blade of his own! Already ears rung with the sound of clashing steal, or the screech that would penetrate his senses upon their meeting.

  That tremble, that laugh -- it was a struggle to not simply mimic it all in a manner befitting himself! Instead, fangs clasped together tightly, lips spread back as far as skin would allow while eyes burned brilliantly with an intensity that could rival a roaring flame. 

  Retaliation was sent back with a final break in his, brief, silence. Jaw dropping with laughter as wielded fang was brought crashing forward with unnatural ease, craving to meet against the floral blade held so proudly. “You’ll find out soon enough if ya keep this up!”

    “Just don’t go pullin’ your punches for too long!” For his blade would not remain still; it knew no restraint! Sliding from the blade it clashed with and already forced to swing back one pulled away. As relentless as the beast who brandished it.

[shouyoku]

seek and you know I'll find

[albinosin]

shouyoku‌:

      “I am absolutely not coming in there!” It’s an adamant declaration that comes immediately after the suggestion, a hand pressed to her chest in affront. “Honestly, Kurosaki, do you think I’m going to chance this body in some dumb game of ugly-as-hell-cat and mouse? No way!”            The fact that there’s a response at all allays some of her worries, though that he’d ask her to come in there puzzles her. Even if Kurosaki isn’t good about asking for help, she’s pretty sure that’s not it. Is he trying to help someone else on top of keeping himself out of trouble? Or is she overthinking it and it’s simply him attempting to, in his own absurd way, tease her a bit? Whichever one it is, it makes her rock at the edges of the barrier, fingers twisting together behind her back.            “B-besides, who’s concerned?” She adds, brain catching up to the conversation properly a moment later. The heat rises in her cheeks at even the implication, and she lets out a huff (as if he can hear it) as her arms come out from behind her back to cross across her chest. Posturing for her own sake, rather than because someone is there to bear witness– but she can’t let herself be caught off-guard. 

          “You should at least appreciate that I thought to make sure you weren’t out here dying because you’re too pigheaded to stay out of trouble!” Her fingers tap against her upper arm, and the scuff of her boot against the railing sends a pebble tumbling over the edge of her perch. “Why don’t you just come and talk to me properly if you can hear me, huh? No manners whatsoever!”

   Laughter in the form of a short, airy breath left the zanpakutou at the immediate denial of entering. Not as though he was expecting much else, they had a right mind not to go rushing in like the certain fool they went searching for. As if on cue, there’s the very name again! Flung towards himself and meant to identify him as such, and to some degree... it wasn’t wrong.

  But, of course, it wasn’t right, either.

    “Appreciate? Ha, I’m almost insulted!” Infamous laughter follows the remark, setting himself in motion to close the distance between himself and the holder of the voice. For a brief moment he could relish in whatever confusion is caused. From the responses expected to the crude manner of which the hollow wished to reply. A reputation worked on for years and put in place so often broken by a distorted reflection. 

    “--and it ain’t gettin’ any better the more you go runnin’ that mouth o’ yours. How about instead of continuing to spew your bullshit, ya make sure you’ve got the right number.”

  A final step and a partial slide of his foot, positioning self comfortably at the very edges of the restrictions that kept him within this hellscape of a ward. “ ‘Cause you keep callin’ for Kurosaki -- for Ichigo.” She’d come into view a moment ago, but sat clear enough for the hollow to gain a better view. It made sense why the voice held a familiarity, now.

    “-- but you’re knockin’ at the wrong door.”

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protectyou‌:

He wasn’t in a good mood about any of this. He still had no idea where Ichigo was (if he was even here), he lived in the one place in the city that had been turned into some sort of ridiculous game zone, he had no idea where his husband was, and –

–oh, godda–

He’d managed to side-step in enough time that if the blade had kept flying through too far past the now-popped balloon it wouldn’t hit him, but Tensa’s expression had shifted to be an even deeper pout than usual. He should have known he would inevitably bump into Zangetsu with Golden being in the state it was in.

… probably would have searched out the chaos himself if he didn’t live here…

“I can’t say I was in particular.”

There was a sharper bite to his tone than usual as well, his brows furrowed harshly as he turned his full attention to Zangetsu.

“You seem to be having a good time.” Tensa was absolutely making a point to scold him. “Perhaps you should keep a better eye on what’s balloon and what is not.”

  There was a recoil at the others tone, the hollow pulling back his head -- but there was no displeasure to display. In fact, a grin that could almost match the mischievous felines that now roamed free seemed to sit smugly on pale features. The chosen deed was done and, now, he held before him the fruits of a short-lived labor: that scolding tone and look to match it. In short, a reaction; his attention.

    “-- and you’re about as sour as ever.”

  Weight of the blade now rested upon his shoulder, Zangetsu let the back of an idle hand rest loosely against his side. Had this been anyone else there was a strong chance the sword at rest would be launched once more, its target refused any chance of escape. Any hope of him missing.

  Unpredictable was fine, but he rather enjoyed messing with a target he knew all too well. This was all a game, after all! 

    “Perhaps you should learn to lighten up a little and let loose once and a while!” Idle arm was raised in a shrug, brows rising with the carefree motion. “Besides, ya dodged easy enough and didn’t go poppin’. I don’t see an issue.”

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boastful prey ; @hiberus

    “ -- pardon me?” he seemed to chortle back, amusement breathing a certain life into once lax posture. Words spoken with superiority played against his ears like a feather against the skin; a joke. Such a promise would only come to hold a weight to it should adrenaline rise from a game well played. 

  Entertainment -- much like chosen prey he wished for a thrill. Battered and bruised skin, torn and butchered sinew. A reason for a soon to be brandished fang to sink in and for the one who claimed it to let loose. The anticipation acted like an itch, crawling beneath the skin and begging to be scratched. So eagerly did body wish to act on impulse, already showing in an eager twitch of fingertips.

    “Doubt you’ll have time to since you’ll be on your knees kissin’ my ass! Hopin’ ya live long enough, anyway.” Lips curled and pulled back, exposing fang in a haughty grin. “C’mon, then -- let’s play!”

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  It was expected for some to take matters into their own hands and choose targets that differed from the ones provided that hovered through the ward. Living, breathing targets that would provide a struggle when met with sudden death. Their life lost in exchange for progression in a twisted, little game. But, that didn’t matter. Accumulation of points wasn’t what held the hollows’ interest, it was the chaos that ensued from it. 

  He’d pick and choose at random; balloon or civilian, whatever won over his attention in that passing moment. This time around, his choice would be that of the latter -- a civilian.

  Brought forth from his back came zanpakutou, wrapping falling away to reveal darkened steel that was soon left to dangle as a fist held tight to the black cloth that fell from it. The weight was shifted; swung. The motion sped up to allow it to catch in a brief rotation before it was flung forward --

  -- towards an all too familiar figure cloaked in black... and aiming to pierce a cat-shaped target bathed in white that lay ahead of him.

    “Oops.” A quick tug after the pop, sword pulled back to fall in to an awaiting palm.

    “Weren’t aimin’ for that, were ya? Heh, might wanna speed things up, Tensa.”  /  @protectyou

[shouyoku]

seek and you know I'll find

[albinosin]

shouyoku‌:

@albinosin​

      Ignoring the idiocy going on in Golden Ward had been the plan. She wasn’t there, neither was the shop, and the list of people around that she gave a quarter of a damn about was countable on one hand. It was when that thought struck that she realized that, as a point of fact, one of those people resided in that district. Where normally, she might have considered weighing the options of letting someone fend for themselves (it’s what she’d insist on if it were her, after all), in this singular, specific case, that wasn’t an option.           It wouldn’t do to just show up in there without knowing if he was there or not. After all, she had no desire to find herself in that disaster if she could help it. Especially since there wasn’t much she could do in order to get points at the moment. Besides, she didn’t want to make it seem as if she was there for his sake either. No matter how things had been so far, it wasn’t as if she wanted to make herself that easy a target.            Thankfully, there were still ways to figure the situation out that didn’t involve actually setting foot in the Ward. Not for the first time, she thanked Kurosaki’s absurdly particular reiatsu signature, following the curve of the perimeter carefully as she sought it out. Pausing in a place where she could swear she felt it, she pressed her heels into the edge of a railing and leaned forward, not wanting to waste any of her Bringer Light if she didn’t have to. 

          “Oi, Kurosaki! You’re not getting your ass kicked or anything in there, are you?”

  Pop! A sound that played out loudly against the ears of those involved, at different volumes and a varying frequency. Even tone, if one wished to call it that, as balloons weren’t the only target available. With every game there came with it a variety of ways to play, and a caged beast would eagerly take the more rash option. Yet, it was not anger or spite that drove him to participate in such a manner, but pure delight in the visual carnage he could create.

  One might dare to call it fitting under the circumstances of how it all came to be, playing right into the madness that the very orchestrator of the event no doubt had in mind. Brought into a world that gradually morphs from seemingly docile to this.

  It was almost like deja vu; like he’s experienced it all before.

  The attempt to try and recall it gave nothing more than a faint ringing in his ears, or was that the attempt to drown out memory for something familiar? A question that brought with it more questioning, as a spoken name was quick to catch interest.

  Pulled free from its temporarily gruesome place of rest, a weighted blade found its home upon the hollows’ shoulder. Attention had been reeled in and pulled away from the event at hand, cast out into the depths of the city that current restrictions kept him from. Curiosity would be the bait that drew him in, as well as that familiar presence that held a voice once heard, though not through ears of his own.

    “Y’know, if you’re so curious, why not dive in and see for yourself! Put those concerns to rest.”

  A call for ‘Kurosaki’, huh? She was oh, so close -- but still incredibly far.

[albinosin]

   “A little dull for a game concept, but that’s an easy fix.”

[isolaradiale]

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[albinosin]

    ZANGETSU ( hollow ) //  BLEACH

    ; dubbed “hollow ichigo” since he, unfortunately, shares a face with one Dumbass Kurosaki. doesn’t really care too much what you call him, though. zangetsu, “ichigo”, problem child ( thanks, mods! ), or nothing at all.

    ; between you and him, he’s the better version. ( until he opens his mouth, he’s Obnoxious if you get him going right. )

    ; also, he’s one of the three spirits of Zangetsu -- the other two are quieter. 

    ; a being completely driven by a “base instinct”. he’s a hollow and, above all else, a zanpakutou; a sword. a weapon. he’s out for blood, for a fight, for chaos! it doesn’t matter where he is, what he’s suppose to do -- he’ll follow his instinct before all else.  ( strike first, ask questions later policy! )

    ; talks big about crushing ichigo and taking his metaphorical ‘crown’ for himself, and the title of ‘king’ that comes with it. ( fun fact! even in an au setting he’ll try and play top dog, even dubbing himself “the overlord”. i’m sorry cacao society. )

    ; shares all the same abilities as ichigo, for the most part, and holds a little extra. a bit of an OP mess, honestly, and he’s not a fan of holding back. so, tread lightly around him. or don’t.

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protectyou‌:

“… ah, is Problem Child here?”

Is that what Zangetsu’s being called now? He’s alright with that.

    “--here and ready to smack that grin off your face.”