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Hello Everyone
//Well, I've been gone for awhile, and I greatly appreciate the messages. really. I'll try to be online again. With things the way they are now, I barely have time to myself except when my son goes to bed and then I usually clean the house and go to bed. I'll try to start being online again, it'll be a slow start but I'll try.
I'll only be able to do one blog though.
So everyone, what blog do you like better?
My Ichigo, Orihime, As Nodt or my oc?
Wanted to apologize
//To all those that I owe a reply to..
I am so sorry I wasn’t around for a few days.
My son’s all better, and the groceries are bought. The bills are being paid; So I have some free time.
So I am online!/
"Why is this topic even being brought up!?"
“Because boys are stupid.”
"Doesn't that mean your stupid. You're being weird..."
”Why are boys the hardest to potty train?”
"Why is this topic even being brought up!?"
Like if I owe you a Reply
//I can't find any responses, now I know I owe my buddy Frozen replies; Which are drafted and being looked over.
But who else?
*kicks tumblr* show me ;A;//
Storms and lack of activity
//I do apologize for not being on for a few days; I really wish I would have been able to be on, but I got very busy. Right now though, I’m able to post some things that are in my drafts; I hope you all will enjoy.
As for the storms affecting this all;
Yea. This weather sucks. A tornado touched down behind the mall and started jumping around. I even got to watch one form from where I live; It look like a swirling mushroom cloud with lightening in it XD
But it collapsed on itself and dissipated.
So anyways, I’m here now.//
Lost shinigami|| Closed rp
Even though he sensed the slight raise, he guessed it was outof reaction. So he began to walk, not taking in what the other was feeling obviously as he carried on as if nothing had happened. he was not good at reading others, that was Orihime’s talent and he was quite dim sighted when it came to such things. Each step lead him closer to the heart of the tow, his eyes on the sky as they carried on.
"Well, I guess whatever we pop up by, we can go to then. I’m not really good at going places for stuff like this."
As he said that however, the quincy soon came across a Cafe and stepped inside, waving the other man to follow. Glancing about, he found them both a table to sit at and plopped in the seat, stretching a bit.
"Well, this place seems good. Not that far from my house either." His expression seemed to lighten as he spoke now, a smile upon his features.
Thankfully the orange-haired teen didn’t comment on his reiatsu, he didn’t really have a response to it anyway, and it appeared that the other couldn’t read him. Something that he was both thankful for and regretful of, he’d almost hoped that Ichigo would have, but it appeared as though he wouldn’t have to talk about things.
"Sure." He didn’t really mind where they went, if he had have he would have said that he wanted to go somewhere in specific.
He sat down, looking around wearily, before Cang slowly began to relax, he’d not been somewhere like this for a while. “It is surprisingly close!” He smiled slightly in return, he wasn’t sure what to say, in all honesty he wasn’t sure why he was still here, staying with the Quincy. He was a shinigami after all.
The waitress arrived with a pad within her slender digits, a wide smile on her face as she spoke. "Would you like to try our Specialty drink of the Day? It features a delightful blend of Mocha beans and soft whipped cream topped with caramel drizzle!" That drink did sound good to say the least, and he would give a nod, glancing over at his 'friend'.
"Ah, yea I'll have that. Hey, what do you want to drink? Or eat? Go ahead, I got this." His tone was short and of course blunt as always. He wouldn't act sweeter just because this guy was a quincy or even if he was a shinigami.
He wondered what he would order, even as he own drinkwas brought to the table and the woman waited on the other to order; He became curious. Did he like sweet, or bitter? Spicy or sour? Well, he would soon find out as he took a sip from his drink.
The Mirror That Reflects|| Starter for KarakuraStrawberry
His name, their name-They were the same it seemed.
His outfit did seem different, the subtle changes within even the room ringing in a red flag as he took in the surroundings. The smells, though faint were just like his home, however, the room decor was way off. The quincy cross sheets though were still in tact, his eyes fixated upon them as the other spoke. The words barely sunk in as he dazed at the bed, soon realizing he had started to daydream and nodded.
"Yes, as a soul reaper. A terrible dream to say the least. Since those weren’t my memories, I’m guessing they were yours? Great, so what do we do now, and as for that mirror— Yea. It was in my chambers in the Palace when I woke up. I assumed His Majesty had placed it there.”
This was a bit odd, but now it was time for his questions that tinged upon his tongue. He would have to be precise, and quite cautious with his words. Stringing them together in his mind, he thought on how to put them correctly. This being before him was him, and yet he was a soul reaper and far from anything like him. The dream showcased a far more high tempered version of himself and yet he was drilled with military intent; He was calmer in a way. Some would even say cruel-Ah, but he was getting side tracked.
"So I’m guessin you know I’m a quincy since my uniform is a dead ringer. And you’re a soul reaper. Do you still have two sisters and a dad? Or is it different here for that too?"
So this twin of his really was him. At least a version of him. His twin looked around his room by stopped when his eyes fell on the bed. He stared at it silently for a long time. Ichigo was about to say something about it when the other finally spoke again. So apparently the memories he had seen belonged to this Ichigo and it seemed the other him had been dreaming about his soul reaper memories. He also mentioned a mirror just like the one in front of them.
Ichigo raised an eyebrow when his twin said something about His Majesty and Ichigo figured he was talking about the Quincy king. So it seemed this version of himself had been raised as a quincy. It was weird and he had to wonder how many other versions of himself there were. It was so odd to be staring at himself in that white uniform.
"I have no clue what the hell we’re supposed to do now. Yeah, between that uniform and the memories I just saw I figured you were raised as a quincy. I’m a soul reaper and so is my dad." He smiled a little, at least it seemed some things were still the same. "Yeah I have a dad and twin sisters. My mom died when I was little."
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair then looked back at the mirror. “Maybe we should start with trying to figure out what the deal is with the mirrors. Who put them in our rooms and how the hell did you manage to come through it?” Ichigo slowly reached out to touch the mirror and sighed in relief when nothing happened. He looked back at his twin and gestured to the mirror. “However this happened I don’t think you’re going back where you belong through there.”
What the other just spoke of, it caused an expression of shock to spread across his features momentarily. A Soul Reaper as well? No, that couldn't be. He was just a normal human, atleast he seemed like a normal human. Would that mean he would have to face his father at some point? Well, if he did; He would do it without regret. His Majesty, Uryuu's father as well had raised him and drilled the hate of soul reapers into his core. So why did he not attack this version of himself now then? Of course that would probably kill him i the process. This was becoming too complicated.
"A soul reaper...Hm. Mine I figured was just a normal human, as for mother; She was a quincy. It seems we have very similar things, however...You were raised quite differently than me. It appears you have a lax lifestyle compared to my military life. Did the shinigami not drill their goals into you? In the memories you did seem hotter tempered."
Yes-The mirror. That needed to be the first thing to was on his list. He would stand, going up to the mirror and placing his hands on it carefully, his finger trailing against the etchings on the side of the odd portal that had sent him here. It seemed normal; Of course it wasn't but it did seem it. whoever placed these here had to have connections to both worlds and the only one he knew that could o something like this...! Gremmy!
"I think I know who made these mirrors. Whatever he imagines comes to life and becomes real. "
The Rabbit and the Arrow|| Starter for Rabbit-of-Snow
Ah, her responses were typical, even a he pretty much allowed them to slip past his ears. It wasn’t as if he was ignoring her- Hardly that was the case, he merely didn’t enjoy a slight or even a full blown lecture. That was when he was on the job; He was on break and that meant relaxation. The mention of helping the child did strike a cord as he glanced over at the kid playing. He seemed fine, so why did he have to help exactly? At any case, his reaction was just out of mere curiosity. Watching the ball go up and down, bouncing so intently; It did seem like fun but he would have no part of it. This soldier had other plans. Beginning to walk, he bent his neck a bit as his eyes met hers before continuing.
"Well, the snow is neat I guess. Warmed up to it? Ah yea, your zanpakuto is ice based isn’t it? That’s what the reports said anyways. As for my home, it’s only a few blocks away…"
He waited by the pole for her, allowing her time to speak and follow him. He didn’t wish to be completely rude, even though it seemed he was already being that way. Waiting, it seemed like forever. He wondered what she was thinking, especially after he had mentioned the report on her. That was a mistake on his part, and he hoped it wouldn’t bite him in the ass later on.
Surely if the child had asked him to play, there was a reason. Maybe he was lonely, or the boy had a role model in the soldier’s spirit for whatever reason. She seemed all the more unimpressed as he only paid the child mind with his eyes and not his person. A loud sigh leaves her lips. Was he even listening?
Rukia blinks, taken back by his words only for a second. “My sword is snow based, yeah.” Invading her basic traits wasn’t terrible, the rumors around the seireitei and nobles could probably be on the same level. She hops down from the landing casually upright in the white slosh. “Does that report thingy say I’m a threat? Or that I have really good taste in food?” She did not seem insulted but rather fascinated by there being a file on her, much like a dog as she followed beside him.
She was acting like a mere child now as he walked to his house. He had expected her to react differently, t be angered that there was a report about her and everything she can do; But she wasn't. She was far from upset and it was the mere fact that she seemed excited by it that puzzled him. Why was she excited?Shouldn't she be a tad bit angered or even attempt to yell? Why was this petite woman so nonchalant about it? Well, pushing those thoughts aside- He shook his head to dismiss her odd reaction.
"A threat, just like every single Soul Reaper that exists. Though if I had written the report; You would be classified as something different." It seemed their walking together was taking forever, and it was becoming a bit odd for him. He wondered if any of the Sternritter were watching? No, he couldn't sense any of them; They were too busy anyways. It was just the two of them, and though she couldn't be seen; It was becoming nice to some extent. Ah, his house, it was in his sights now. He stopped, glancing about for a moment before looking at her. "We are here, oh and my sisters can see and hear you; Well, one can see. Don't worry about my father though. He's normal."
The Rabbit and the Arrow|| Starter for Rabbit-of-Snow
Her overall body language seemed to be what was keeping her from being read, her lack of eye contact a clear ringer that he had hit the nail upon the head. Fair digits would entangle and tussle within the autumn locks of his own hair, as if he was contemplating whether or not to let the guilt sink in. It was a frail-and quite poor attempt on her behalf to try and make him feel bad, his hardened personality showing that he typically didn’t let loose anymore. He was a soldier upon the battlefield of War, that was just merely on break.
"Cold hearted? No, I just don’t deal well with little kids really…Anyways, if your just visiting, feel free to stop by I guess. I don’t really have anything to hide, so feel free. "
As he spoke, the ball once more landed next to him, the round orb merely rolling to a stop once it collided with his foot. The boy once more scrambled to get the ball, leaving almost as fast as he had arrived. He had gotten the hint that the quincy merely did not wish to participate in the slightest. Maybe it was because he wasn’t in the mood, his speech of not liking children being one of a complete lie.
Some would think that having the advantage of higher ground would give her the ability to be in better power- this wasn’t the situation here however as she was simple enough to understand in her purpose. He may seem hard shelled, but just before he noticed her he seem relaxed- far from a soldier’s posie and etiquette. She knew the rules of a lady, a warrior, and the commoner. Now was the time to pull out the casual commoner, as there was little work to be done, as well as little of anyone to truly live up to their expectations. She could just be free.
"Hah? Little kids bother you? What? Did one hit you when you were young? You were one of those at one point, y’know. I’d play with them myself but-" I’ve never played before. “I don’t think they’d appreciate a floating ball.” She chuckled off the silly idea, covering her envy and drop in mood. “You don’t mind a visitor? What’s up Mr. Social? Well, if you’re offering. I guess I could come by to your human home for a bit.”
She eyed the ball as it once more returned. She looked to the teen- then to the ball. “You could at least throw it back to them, you know. It’d be the polite thing to do. Get that wrist of yours some action.”
"The snow is pretty, isn’t it?" She gazes up as it drifts in it’s small specks ever so slowly to the ground, the sky remaining a rustic gray. "I used to hate it you know. Or at one point I did." It had brought along the sickness of death in some old days. When she first saw it though, it was probably the first game she had ever gotten to play that wasn’t for survival. But it took away far more than the delight it ever brought later. But now- the element had become a part of her, she had become one with it. "The cold is always harsh. But I’ve warmed up to it."
Ah, her responses were typical, even a he pretty much allowed them to slip past his ears. It wasn't as if he was ignoring her- Hardly that was the case, he merely didn't enjoy a slight or even a full blown lecture. That was when he was on the job; He was on break and that meant relaxation. The mention of helping the child did strike a cord as he glanced over at the kid playing. He seemed fine, so why did he have to help exactly? At any case, his reaction was just out of mere curiosity. Watching the ball go up and down, bouncing so intently; It did seem like fun but he would have no part of it. This soldier had other plans. Beginning to walk, he bent his neck a bit as his eyes met hers before continuing.
"Well, the snow is neat I guess. Warmed up to it? Ah yea, your zanpakuto is ice based isn't it? That's what the reports said anyways. As for my home, it's only a few blocks away..."
He waited by the pole for her, allowing her time to speak and follow him. He didn't wish to be completely rude, even though it seemed he was already being that way. Waiting, it seemed like forever. He wondered what she was thinking, especially after he had mentioned the report on her. That was a mistake on his part, and he hoped it wouldn't bite him in the ass later on.
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The Mirror That Reflects|| Starter for KarakuraStrawberry
It took him a moment to regain his bearings, slowly standing up to brush himself off, the white uniform having got crinkled. It wasn’t as if he was fully aware of what was going on, but as soon as his vision came clear, his expression narrowed, a frown now upon his face. Was this to be one of Gremmy’s jokes? This wasn’t funny, seeing a twin of himself, and one that wore different clothing non the less. He bent downwards, getting face to face to his twin, arching a brow curiously.
"I was about to ask you the same thing….Kurosaki Ichigo…And just who the hell are you?"
What if this wasn’t one of Gremmy’s jokes, what it this was real? That mirror; That mirror could have caused it and now that he seeped through it’s false reflection he was now in a world he didn’t understand or even begin to comprehend. So many thoughts began to swirl within his mind, all the possibilities could bring and so many more problems.
Ichigo just blinked at his twin as the other bent down and got right in his face. He wondered if he was still dreaming, but he knew that he wasn’t.
"I’m Ichigo Kurosaki."
Now that he had gotten over the shock he noticed the small differences between the two of them. His twin was wearing an all white uniform. It was very similar to Uryuu’s quincy uniform. Wait…quincy? The images from his ‘dream’ came back to him. Was this who’s memories he had been seeing before he had woken up? He looked back over at the mirror and wondered if it had something to do with all of this. Where had it come from and who had put it here was the big mystery.
"Were you having a strange dream? Where you were maybe seeing memories that weren’t yours? I’m pretty sure I was seeing your memories before I woke up." Ichiog gestured to the mirror. "Did you come into contact with a mirror like that? I’m guessing you did since you came out of that one."
He was starting to think that his twin was from another time and place. Possibly an alternate universe. It sounded strange, but after the last few years nothing seemed to be impossible. Since his twin had come out of that mirror he was sure it was the cause of whatever was going on.
His name, their name-They were the same it seemed.
His outfit did seem different, the subtle changes within even the room ringing in a red flag as he took in the surroundings. The smells, though faint were just like his home, however, the room decor was way off. The quincy cross sheets though were still in tact, his eyes fixated upon them as the other spoke. The words barely sunk in as he dazed at the bed, soon realizing he had started to daydream and nodded.
"Yes, as a soul reaper. A terrible dream to say the least. Since those weren't my memories, I'm guessing they were yours? Great, so what do we do now, and as for that mirror-- Yea. It was in my chambers in the Palace when I woke up. I assumed His Majesty had placed it there."
This was a bit odd, but now it was time for his questions that tinged upon his tongue. He would have to be precise, and quite cautious with his words. Stringing them together in his mind, he thought on how to put them correctly. This being before him was him, and yet he was a soul reaper and far from anything like him. The dream showcased a far more high tempered version of himself and yet he was drilled with military intent; He was calmer in a way. Some would even say cruel-Ah, but he was getting side tracked.
"So I'm guessin you know I'm a quincy since my uniform is a dead ringer. And you're a soul reaper. Do you still have two sisters and a dad? Or is it different here for that too?"
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// the muscle relaxers got me loopy. Well, I have to get an X-ray tomorrow then 6 wks of physical therapy … then they’ll do an MRI to see what’s wrong with my back. Update on Eli, he is above the normal learning at his age, he’s already walking, drinking from a sippy cup and can eat real food. They drew blood on him via a poke on his toe to check his iron and its perfect. He didn’t cry or anything, he just stared at the needle and that’s it. As for replies, tomorrow will have to be when I do them after my xray. Goodnight everyone and sorry for not being on.//
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