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Private, highly selective, canon indie Rangiku Matsumoto from Bleach roleplay

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alas-divinas:

She was worried her friends would lie to her to spare her feelings? Dove supposed that was a valid concern. After all, she didn’t know this woman. She could have any sort of reaction to an unwanted truth that her comrades wouldn’t want to bear the brunt of. It was fair enough that Dove had no investment in the blonde’s predicament but that also didn’t mean she had any particular desire to be involved…

Hesitantly, the offered magazine was taken as she followed the instructions to the page that had caused this whole mess. “…It’s true that humans have much more restrictions in a literal flesh and blood body but… I’ve seen enough hearts to know that hollow have them… physically at least. I trust it would be safe to say the same of shinigami?” Whether or not this article could be applied to any of them, Dove honestly couldn’t say she knew the answer. Maybe she could just find some words of reassurance to offer that wouldn’t require her to just stare at her chest.

“I have a –…close friend who has a figure very similar to yours. If this magazine’s claim is correct, it’s not enough to be noticeable. I don’t believe this is something to worry over.”

Undoubtedly, if she were to ask any of the other women in the gotei 13 if they had any particular feelings towards her plight, and they would surely give her the answer that they thought was best. Friends were supposed to be supportive of one another after all, but there was a certain extent to this that was always hard to cross. 

Seemingly either unnoticing or uncaring of the arrancar’s...discomfort to her question, Rangiku folded her hands behind her back as they walked, trying hard not to be messing with herself in public. It didn’t take long for her companion to respond to the lieutenant’s musings and the blonde gave a soft hum and a nod of agreement. She supposed they did have hearts...didn’t they? Or were their bodies simply reiatsu with enough of their memories to know that they should bleed when cut and should die when struck down? The existential  road that train of thought led down was much too mind-numbing for Rangiku to tackle at the moment and so she simply leaned towards the assumption that, yes, she did have a heart and so that would account for the difference in sizes. “I suppose so. It’s an odd thing to think about though,” she hummed, veering off into her own thoughts for a couple seconds. 

“Oh really? Then I pity her poor back,” she said with a small shake of her head, a woeful tone to her lilting tones. “Is she an arrancar too? And here in the city?” She asked kindly, allowing the conversation to fall away from their previous train of thought. “I’m Matsumoto, by the way, Rangiku Matusmoto,” she added after a moment, realizing that she had never properly introduced herself. Silly her.

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alas-divinas:

“Thank you…” Even here, Dove found herself falling into old habits. She questioned whether there was such a vast difference in levels of compassion between men and women shinigami as there were arrancar. It stood to reason there wouldn’t be, given shinigami were whole. But even as such, it felt more comfortable to appeal to the fairer sex than risk being proven wrong.

She’d barely begun to follow the blonde lieutenant before already finding herself in an entirely new sense of doubt, “I…I beg your pardon?” Was this some sort of odd attempt at humor? She couldn’t be serious – to truly ask a complete stranger to stare so brazenly at her chest. A show of skin was nothing new to Dove. Most of the espada had displayed it in some form or another, including the women. But this request was not a simple wardrobe assessment.

Such a concern had never crossed Dove’s mind for herself. While she didn’t lack feminine curves, she had not been gifted (or cursed?) with a frame to match up to Rangiku’s. “Would it not be more appropriate to ask someone you consider a friend?”

Part of her felt...odd, getting along so well with arrancar after being told for so long that they were the enemy. It was a shock to them when they found arrancar who were able to talk with them, and even more that they were able to be reasoned with, even carry on full conversations with them. It was a definite change from the mindless drones that they had been at war with for so long, but it also brought up some very deep and disturbing questions about their legitimacy for killing so many. Of course, some were simply too dangerous to let live, but was it just because those souls like her still had their hearts, and that they still had power, that it gave shinigami the right to kill that which was the opposite of them? 

Well, such broody thoughts were for another time for her to consider, as for the moment she had much more pressing issues on her mind. A lopsided chest was not what she wanted to be known for, and she had to wonder how long it was like this. Perhaps she could have asked Shuuhei, but the poor guy would probably just turn beet red and insist that her chest was fine. And she would have been able to ask the one man that she loved’s opinion, but...well, it was hard to ask someone who had died a second time for much help. 

Perhaps she should have expected such an outburst of confusion as the other woman seemed to be loathe to help her out by giving her an unbiased opinion, but Rangiku gave a sigh all the same as it was turned back around on her. “Hm, perhaps, but friends tend to tell you what you want to hear. If it’s a third party, then their opinions are much better to follow,” she said, holding out the magazine for the other to take to look at herself. “Look here, on page 97, it talks about how one breast is bigger than the other because of where the heart is. But since we’re not exactly human, does it still count?” She asked, once more returning her gaze despondently to her own chest. 

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It would seem she’d lost her way. Nelliel had encouraged her to come to Seireitei with her and Tier, but Dove wasn’t sure how comfortable she felt now. Despite the reassurance she’d received from the former Tres, Dove was still left feeling sorely out of place.

It was true, none of these shinigami had acted hostile towards her as she’d looked around the city while her companions acted as diplomats toward the new Captain Commander. But she couldn’t say she cared for the lingering stares and sideways glances.

The problem now was that she had no idea how to get back to them.

“Excuse me – Could you show me how to return to the first of your divisions?”

All of the divisions had been a bustle with the news that there was to be an envoy of arrancar coming to meet with the Captain Commander Shunsui. All the leaders were all told to be on high alert in case of any sort of trouble, not that there was going to be any, the dark-haired commander had assured them. But there might be a bit of unrest with the younger troops who barely knew one side of their zanpakuto from another and who might just get a little on-edge with the coming of what used to be their enemies. 

Well, that being said, Rangiku was much more excited of the prospect of a day off of work...well a day that she made off of work. The paper work could be seen to later, she had to go and protect the one place in the spirit world crawling with warriors. Of course. And since being on guard was such a boring job, she took one of the magazines she had brought back with her from the human world, Cosmo as it were, and started to leaf through it as she rested at the entrance to the tenth division. She stayed standing, just reclined against the wall in some shade and quickly became engrossed in an article on how one breast was larger than the other. 

It was while she was deep in reading that a reiatsu different from those around her presented itself, and her gaze flicked up, blue eyes resting on what appeared to be quite the beautiful arrancar, wandering around. She had a mind to go back to her reading when she sensed the other woman coming nearer. Rangiku’s gaze returned back to her reading, reviewing the same sentence about three times before the voice hailed her. Marking the place with her thumb, she shut the magazine, offering the girl a smile in greeting. 

“The first? You’re quite a ways from it. Come on, I’ll show you the way. It’s like a maze around here,” she said amicably, feeling that if she stayed around here, her captain was sure to find out eventually that she wasn’t at her desk and come to find her. But now that she had a job, the paperwork could definitely wait a little longer. “You look like an honest sort. Do you think one of my boobs is bigger than the other?” She asked, the idea of having uneven breasts absolutely horrifying to the busty maid. Looking down her own cleavage, she thought that she could see that one was definitely larger than the other, and she wondered if she had always been like this or if one of her battles had smashed it in a bit, or even worse, what if she was getting old and it was just sagging? The ideas in her head were each more terrific than the last.

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ikoroseh:

rxngikumxtsumoto replied to your post:           Much to Haineko’s displeasure, Zanpakuto…

rangiku better watch when she comes into her inner world then

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taiganosu

Et tu, Rangiku................?

“Let me live vicariously through you!”

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“if only Haineko weren’t so stubborn...” 

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ichimaru-gin:

             ❝ H’oh?  Somethin’ on your mind, Matsumoto-fukutaichō~? ❞

“Not sure if I can believe my eyes or not.”

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taiganosu:

               ❝ Oh, I don’t know.  Some shopping, perhaps.  It’s not like I have anywhere to go —— since you don’t particularly enjoy introducing me to any of your friends…~ ❞  Haineko spoke through a sly grin.  Oh, how she loved twisting the knife…

              Not wanting to bring the mood down too much  (  after all, she was trying to BOND with her master —— not ruin the moment  )  Haineko swirled a finger around the rim of her glass, watching the liquid shift as she tilted it back and forth.  ❝ –––Don’t worry, I’ll behave.  It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, after al–––– ❞

               … Wait, what was that?  Did Rangiku actually think —— ❝ Huh!? Did you think I was some LIGHTWEIGHT?!  Please, I could drink you under the table any day.  Go on, old hag … pour yourself another.  Let’s go. ❞

Shopping, with Haineko? Once upon a time the very idea was absurd. They were too different, too much the same, but now, now it was just a sense of unease. What would the other be thinking when she was trying on clothes? The very thought that they could companionably talk about clothing and fashion was at best laughable. There was too much between them to simply allow such a leisurely time. Anger and other hot feelings seared through her with the mention of her lack of friends and she gave a small scoff, arms immediately crossing under her breasts. “Maybe if someone wasn’t so stubborn,” she chose to childishly spit back, fingers digging into her arm. 

Again the thought of her spirit behaving was absolutely ludicrous, just shy of laugh-out-loud funny but then the other seemed to understand the gauntlet that she was throwing down. A drinking contest, one in which the lieutenant rarely lost. “You’re a cat. I’m surprised you’re not drunk off of fumes,” she said, delicate temper still flaring. Vein popped at her temple as her arms uncrossed to slam her hand down around the vase of sake with enough force to make the tray the cups were laying on bounce. 

“Bring it on. Don’t be blaming me when you pass out,” she said, serving them up another saucer to knock back.

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infiniitas:

❝Do you intend to drink with your friends? ❞

“It depends if you intend to drink with me.”

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“it’s starting to look like I need to play matchmaker.”

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taiganosu:

                ❝ ––––That’s … not what I had in mind when I came here, ❞  Haineko spoke, BEWILDERED by her master’s demand.  Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared down at the drink, contemplating whether she would actually entertain Rangiku’s gesture.

                Then again, what else did Haineko have to do?  Their shared inner world was BORING … Perhaps she could have some fun with the busty blonde —— you know, set aside their differences and all that jazz…

               With a huff, Haineko sat down across from the other.  She would bring the cup of sake slowly up to her lips … before downing it like a shot.  ❝ Another, please, ❞  Haineko murmured while gesturing to the bottle.

“No? What did you have in mind? You care about my liver so much?” She asked with a little chuckle, finding that more amusing than not. It wasn’t as though she were overly upset, it was just a good day for a drink, in a good place for it as well. It was therefor only natural for her to want to find someone to share it with, right? 

Much to her surprise, the spirit sat down across from her and started to drink. Rangiku felt a thrill of happiness that Haineko was willing to sit with her, but also it made her...uneasy. Was she simply bored? Raising an eyebrow as Haineko downed the first, Rangiku chuckled and turned, pouring her another. “One might think that you can hold your liquor if you keep drinking like this.”

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‘ hi, quick question: do you really think this is appropriate dinner conversation? ’

“I’m just saying that if you want to draw more attention, then you should wear lower-cut shirts and alter your uniform to better suit you.”

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‘ hi, quick question: do you really think this is appropriate dinner conversation? ’

“H’oh? Are you turning shy on me? Just tell me if you have a crush on any of the other spirits!”

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taiganosu:

              ❝ You know, there’s more to life than drowning yourself in booze… ❞

“Oh good, you’re here, you can help me drink,” she said, pouring Haineko a drink, clearly set on ignoring her quip.

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‘ does this milkshake know i would die for it? ’

“If it did, it might be a little more concerned that you were drinking it,” she pointed out, slurping hers quite loudly. She had to say that she shared similar views of Haineko, however. The milkshake was delicious.