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ooc: naughty mun here >.> I need threads for my peeps so please like this if you want to thread with Renji and inbox Katagiri (she rully needs threads *3*) or Isshin. I will make starters for everyone (9*^*)9 I know I owe Neji and Bazz B on Renji, Yoshino on Isshin and Uryu on Katagiri and if I forgot anyone go ahead a give a lil reminder~
--!! Wrong choice of words. The petite glared back at the crimson eyed and pulled his hair a little more, "WHAT'S 'THAT' SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!"
“HOLY FUC- RUKIA COME’ON IT WAS A JOKE! YOU’RE NOT FA- NOT FIT.”
“THESE PONYTAILS TAKE FOREVER TO GET PERFECT.” He made a scramble for his hair hoping that his friend would release the death grip currently encasing the hair.
"Hey where have you been?" Rukia asked as she pulled the long pony tail of her crimson haired friend.
“Ack, hey!” He exclaimed tugging his hair out of his friends hand. “Watch it, that shit hurts you know…”
He paused. “Yeah I guess I’ve been kind of mia recently. I’ve been doing a lot of teaching recently. But if you went to the gym once in a while you might of know that…” He said eyeing her with raised eyebrows and a judgmental look. He was joking of course, Rukia was completely fit.
A Pair of Lost Souls (Renji | Rukia)
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Rukia’s frown remained, her gaze became steady, watching closely to his movements. Staying quiet and paying attention as he talked, forcing herself to swallow hard, it was as if they were back to where they started. “Tsk, fool.” she said while turning her head away for a moment, lowering a bit even, the thought of the yuki-onna spirit back in her memory, “Of course it’s frustrating and infuriating, and of course it’s easy to miss them, for they’re a significant part of who we are.”
Both friends were finally considered worthy enough for their zanpakutos to come to this point of trust, and just like that they were taken away from them. This was why that woman’s doing was unforgivable, taking away a zanpakuto of a shinigami, leaves them naked and half empty.
“…But just because you can’t reach it like before, are you going to leave and disappoint Zabimaru by becoming in that you hate the most?!” she snapped back, turning to glare at the taller soul, fiercely to make herself clear. “Just because we can’t communicate like before it doesn’t mean they’re not right here!” she added by pointing with a thumb at her heart and resting the other over her waist.
“Are you angry? Focus that anger towards your training and enemy. Are you sad? Stand up, with the strength you’ve been working hard to obtain! We are here, Renji. Alive, breathing, and capable to keep fighting. For us, and for them…We must not go back, and become better than the souls they decided to trust their strength to!”
Renji kind of wanted Rukia to just… go away. He felt like wallowing in his sadness and anger by himself to just work through it. But it seemed like he would always need a push from his friends to get him back in the game. Got a nice push from Ichigo way back when, would get pushes from Rukia and (although he really didn’t want to admit it) he got pushes from his Taichou as well. Well no he would admit that, pushes from the Taichou was never bad.
And so Renji listened to Rukia as she went on to tell him what was what.
Renji’s eyes widened as Rukia spoke. She was right - well, she was always right but still. Her words rung in his ears and heart. He was a fool, yes but that’s not the part that reached him.
It was the whole not returning what you hate most, which is what he considered to be a lesser version of himself, one that he loathed more than anything. Work hard to remain who he was so that when he got Zabimaru back they wouldn’t be disappointed. Or make fun of him or refuse him or go back to hiding their true selves because he was a tool.
He snorted before speaking. “Yeah no you’re right. Why are you always right?” He asked ruffling her hair. He smiled at her. “Thanks Rukia for not letting me go to that place.” He looked down at his hand. “Maybe I should get this looked at? It’s probably broken...”
Renji Abarai for a-dalish-elf
I’ll starve and be homeless again. (Renji | Neji)
Renji decided that he was in dire need of a job. Any job really, now that this new thing called rent was being enforced. And buying his food. What was with that? This world seemed to be modeled awfully close to what the human world was like. And to top it off he felt like he was constantly trapped inside a very high reiatsu suppressing gigai and he wasn’t all that fond of it. He couldn’t even shunpō for fucks sake.
He sighed running his hand through his hair, it being tied in a loose ponytail since he really didn’t need to be on red alert constantly. He shoved his hands in his sweater pockets and continued on his search for a... job.
He had sent in so many applications already but after being rejected at so many places it had finally dawned on him after his sixth rejection. He... was... essentially useless. Like he had no practical life skills. He wasn’t great with people so that whole customer service area was cut off from his acceptance, his only skill was fighting and not many people or any people were hiring mercenaries as far as he knew.
He scuffed his foot hard on the ground kicking a rock forward, expressing his frustration. With a loud sigh, he looked around at the surrounding buildings, looking for the next place of rejection and spotted a gym. “Well, I might of use there so why not.” He muttered to himself and walked towards the gym.
When entering he never felt so good. Looking around it just felt familiar. HE looked around to see if there was any person that he could hand his... resumé to and that he could maybe be acknowledged for the first time. He found some guy with long hair and really pale eyes. “Ah yo.” He said getting the guys attention. “Do you work here? Well even if you don’t, do you know they’re hiring at this place?” He asked trying to let his frustration not show.
Chance Encounters || Byakuya & Renji
A dojo…Well, it wouldn’t hurt to brush up on his martial arts skills. While he wasn’t totally helpless without his zanpakto or kido, it wouldn’t hurt to further his other skills. He only hesitated for a moment before entering. The last time he’d walked into a new place he wanted to explore, he’d discovered that his sister had been there. And she hadn’t been there recently. Somehow, she’d been taken away two years earlier. It still made his head spin.
Shaking himself out of it, Byakuya turned his attention to the inside of the building. It looked promising. Just as he was beginning to relax, a familiar head of red hair caught his attention. Had all of the Soul Society been brought to this world? Was there anyone left in Seretei? Who would he see next? It was mind-blowing. As if he didn’t have reason enough to despise this world. Now they had branded the two people he was closest to. True, they were close in different ways, one far more than the other, but it still made his blood boil. Through all of it, his face remained it’s usual disinterested and apathetic expression.
So this wasn’t a day for relaxation and training. Well, at least he had found them, that was what was important. Though he wondered how long Renji had been here in this world…How long had he been away without Byakuya noticing?
Only one way to find out. The noble approached his lieutenant (was it former or not?) unsure how the man would respond to him. “Renji.” He wasn’t sure what else to say. What could he say in a situation like this? Asking Renji why he was working here was idiotic. And that had been a strange way to first speak to Rukia, but it had prevented him from asking other things that he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer to just yet. Surely running into Renji in this unfamiliar world would be easier than it had been to find Rukia. Or so he hoped. He had no reason to believe it wouldn’t be.
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Renji wiped his brow as he took a break from using the punching bag. He was getting better at dealing with all his pent up anger (anger at this place and having lost Zabimaru but he couldn’t exactly fix that so he was working on the anger management bit).
He sighed and draped a towel around his neck and hung the ends on his bare chest. He stretched his neck and walked over to his water bottle taking a sufficient amount of water into his mouth.
And that’s when everything went really wrong. Like really wrong. Hearing his name come from someone he was almost completely sure he was never going to see again spooked him real good. He spat water - all over the floor and a bit on himself. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy to see his Captain, he just never expected to see him here in the gym.
He turned to looked at his Captain, who, above all else, remained his chilly composure. “Captain is that really you?” Asking, disbelief strongly influencing the tone of his voice.
He stared shell shocked at his Captain before suddenly turning his face into a grin. “Ha it’s about time you showed up Captain!” He said bowing. He wasn’t sure if he should still be addressing him as Captain or should refer to him as Kuchiki-san but Captain just felt much more comfortable.
“Man, I’ve been here forever it feels like. I’ve been here for over a year, can you believe it sir? How’s the Seireitei? Is our Squad still a Squad or is everyone kinda, well, dead?” He bombarded his Captain with questions (which seemed highly inappropriate in hindsight) about home, eager to hear about how the battle was going since he was decidedly, solidly, out of what humans would say, ‘the loop’.
A Pair of Lost Souls (Renji | Rukia)
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The morning stroll came earlier than usual that time, mainly for Rukia’s lack of sleep. It was hard to get used to this new world, but it was something that had to be endured. At least she was starting, little by little, to have more decent nights with proper rest than last one.
Walking around, it was only matter of time before she spotted a very familiar red head. As long as it wasn’t that damned woman, she would lighten up. She couldn’t feel his reiatsu, and was certain he couldn’t feel hers. He haven’t spotted her yet.
Watching the taller man’s actions, the petite remained silent, with crossed arms and furrowed brows. Not for disapproval, for she understood well what was going on. All shinigamis that went through this, Arrancars even, will have a different way to deal with their own duels.
Although for what she could see the fool was already beating himself up, “Renji.” she finally spoke, firmly as usual, “What do you think you’re doing?”
Renji sighed as he heard a very familiar and welcoming (perhaps not in this particular moment) voice. “Rukia.” He said without turning around. He wasn’t sure if he could face her right at this moment in time. He was ashamed of getting so violent with himself, he wasn’t sure of what had even come over him but he certainly didn’t like it. It reminded himself of the person he had been when he first went looking for Rukia. A horrible person.
“I’m regrettably punch brick walls out of anger because stupid me lost stupid Zabimaru and it’s really really fucking infuriating that I lost Zabimaru since they just accepted the person I had become and finally showed me their real power and now I don’t even have my shitty Kido skills.” He breathed heavily as he had growled out his frustration of his situation.
He looked down at his hand and watched the blood from his knuckles drip down his hand and arm. “Yeah I really messed up with.. this. This was a really stupid thing to do.” He sighed and turned around to face his long time friend. “I’m sorry you have to see me like this.”
“Ah shit.” He muttered to himself as he looked Rukia in the face. She was... probably in the same boat and she dearly loved Sode No Shirayuki.
“You’re missing her as well aren’t you?” He was sincerely hoping she wasn’t.
Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?
“Uhhh no not really...”
“Why? Is there someone I should want to punch in the face right now?”
A Pair of Lost Souls (Renji | Rukia)
Renji heaved a giant breath, filling his lungs with much needed air. He didn’t know how long he had been running around looking for Zabimaru but it must have been hours, by the look of the rising sun. He felt so empty inside, he didn’t even know that this kind of feeling even existed and he really really needed it to go away.
He leaned his head against the wall he’s been resting on and sighed. Who the hell did the Pandora chick think she was? How could anyone think it was okay to tear away everything that made someone who they were? He had finally achieved his true bankai, he had finally become good enough for Zabimaru. He knew once he could work longer with Zabimaru, they could have become so much more powerful than ever before...
Ugh he had just worked so damn hard! Rage flowed through the angry ex-shinigami. Turning his body away from the wall, he let all his anger flow into his fist which rammed itself into the brick wall.
His fist stayed there for a while, held against the wall and raising his other arm to rest his forehead against it. Eventually dropping the fist, feeling the blood drip down his fingers from his knuckles and the pain throb through his hand. “Shit.” He said tiredly, the fast acting anger fading quickly being replaced with a sad disappointment.
“My name is Pandora. Welcome to my Box.”
We’ve all heard of it. The stories of Pandora’s Box and the myths tied to it. But did you ever think that perhaps, perhaps one day you’d be able to witness this famed artefact all on your own?
Or that perhaps the stories aren’t quite as they say.
Spirited from everything you’ve ever known, the fiery-haired Pandora is here to welcome you to her abode, where Saints and Sinners alike are branded like cattle for slaughter. Be it Pride, Lust, Humility or Chastity, Pandora will find it, and you will bear the mark of your greatest trait for the rest of your life.
In a world where the system is ruled by the Seven Deadly Sins and Seven Heavenly Virtues, what part would you play?
So tell us,
Are you a Saint or are you a Sinner?
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[text] Don’t panic, fool. It’s been a while, that’s all.
[text] Same, let’s meet at the Academy’s entrance.
[txt] k I’ll be there in five
[txt] and I totally didn’t overreact just to let you know
Renji scoffed as he stuffed his phone in his pocket and made his way to the Academy’s entrance.
Adventure Awaits (Renji | Rukia)
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“Seriously?”
An arched brow and a dull glare was all she could offer. If for one tiny second he believed she was about to go cry of happiness, scream of joy and even hug him, only then she would be truly concerned of his sanity. Of course, she was aware he was just teasing, but even then.
Although as his face turned serious, and he finally spoke up of his thoughts of this place, Rukia found herself speechless for a moment. The petite one turned her gaze back to her feet as she walked, she understood perfectly, she only have been thinking the same just recently. Perhaps that’s why she’s been missing certain faces, because she wanted them to be in here as well.
No war.
A simple nod was her response. There were no words to say really, she agreed, and like him she worried too. The only thing they had left to do, was to wait.
Although soon those thoughts were locked for now, and instead her mind went back to the cuteness of bunnies for everyone. Honestly, everyone would get hundreds of bunnies bouncing around the Academy, their rooms~ And end of fantasy thanks to Mr. Red Pineapple.
“They’re not gross! Perhaps a little smelly, but they’re not gross! They’re the cutest animals!” she said with knitted brows as her bubble was broken. She wanted to protest but Renji kept talking and as if it wasn’t enough he threatened her on such dangerous ground.
Violet eyes widened showing nothing but a fierce anger, how did he dare? Using her own brother to backstab her!
“All right.” she said way too gently for anyone’s sake. With a couple of nods she began to walk a few steps and when she was on his side, there was no hesitation on hitting him with her elbow and no mercy shown either. “Fool” she whispered.
“Why so slow?” she asked once she was a few steps away of the door of the restaurant.
“Of course not!” He said laughing. “I don’t need any visuals to know that you’re happy to see me cause I know you’re always happy to.” He said with a smirk.
He returned quickly to his serious face as hers turned as well. This place seemed like magic with the way that it never had anyone remain seriously injured.
Or die.
He sighed loudly. “Well I guess we’re just gonna have to wait and see if anyone else comes. It seems like it’s quite likely that someone will show up. We shouldn’t worry too much about it though, seeing as we can’t so shit about it.” He said gruffly.
It was all true, there wasn’t anything they could do. All they could do was hope that their family and friends were safe and that they might make it here, so that they too could live peacefully for a time.
He paused. “No Rukia, they smell awful. But... I’ll admit that they are adoraoof-!” He stopped mid sentence from the elbow to the side, which was wholly deserved. “Yeah I deserved that one...” He muttered under his breath following Rukia into the restaurant holding his side.
Someone soon greeted them at the door. “Yeah, table for two please.” He said motioning to themselves and following the waitress deeper into the restaurant.
Event: Mayday Mayday; Baby Baby (Renji | Shikamaru)
Renji stared up at the Victorian style building and sighed. “This isn't exactly what I thought of when I was told to love but at least it's nice. I hope the inside is at least not as old as the outseide. I just got used to modern shit.” Renji muttered under his breath as he entered the building and checked his paper to find the right apartment. He muttered to himself as he wandered through the halls finally laying his eyes on the apartment.
He looked around and pushed the door open finding a nice modern home. “Very nice.” Renji said nodding his head and dropping his bag right in front of the door and kicking the thing shut. He breathed in, only to stop at a sound coming from the living room. He froze and looked in the direction of of the room and quietly pulled out Zabimaru while slowly making his way to the living room.
There, waiting for him, was a very peculiar sight. A... baby? He walked forward putting Zabimaru on the couch and went to the small baby. The child had unfamiliar dark eyes but had a very familiar pop of colour sitting a top their head. The baby's bottom lip quivered as Renji surveyed it and then proceeded to cry. And Renji proceeded to panic. He picked up the kid not really knowing how to make the thing quiet and shushed it rocking it slightly against his body hoping the thing would quiet down.
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♖ - spring outfit
Okay so Renji dresses horribly in the manga/anime but always dresses pretty nice in the colour spreads and I don’t want to dress him like he’s a blind clown so here goes.
Renji wears mostly light jackets in the spring b/c it can get fairly cool on darker days and he just always likes to be prepared. He wears nice v-necks underneath the jacket because he like to show off some of the tattoos that he has acquired. He also wears boot-cut jeans or some times flare jeans depending on his mood. He also wears just sneakers.
This is what my brain pictures for chilly days.
When it’s not chilly, he wears just a t-shit with some stupid saying (or a pineapple) and some shorts (athletic shorts for lazy days) as well as the same ol’ sneakers.
