#(v):undetermined

[glacialdeath]

Her hands roamed the dusted ashen fabric of the wrapped blade, curious at what could be beneath such an ancient artifact, but daring not to follow through. A legendary blade huh... She wouldn’t admit it out loud but it piqued her curiosity, especially after any question regarding the tale behind the blade was hushed to never be spoken before she got a word in. Still, Rukia’s orders were to bring the piece intact without unraveling the sought after piece and warning strongly that otherwise would be dangerous. Her imagination was left to wonder what terrible curse could be behind such a relic. Despite the sooty exterior about the binding cloths, even in its current state a certain flame could be sensed beneath the folds of the handle, seemingly yearning for something, an object, a being; anyway to scream out its power. 

She stopped paying all attention to her feet, instead trying to decide in her mind if it contained a good curse or a bad curse. Good curses existed right? Maybe she could just flip a coin to decide in her mind how she would picture it more. Indecisive and without a coin, she would toss the sheathed blade from her right and hand, as if her right hand was the heads and the left was the tails in this ‘coinflip’. It was light enough in her hands and silently moving between the light grasp of her palms; easy to toss between her hands like a sports ball. As she moved it between her right and left hand to get a feel for the weight the dust from the hilt alone created a sepia tone all about and she couldn’t help but cough, regretting her actions instantly. 

And that response from the blade ended the call; it was definitely more a bad cursed sword, acknowledging the thought made her left hand suddenly feeling all the more comfortable with maintaining a firmer hold on the wrapped sheath. The impulse to cough remained after the first clearing of her throat as she lurched to use her left hand, swifting moving the blade to her other hand or risk inhaling the dust directly from the source of the heel of the blade. As regret of partaking in her imagination dwelled in her aching throat and her lashes blinked away tears, the muscles of her arms felt compelled to pick up the tossing of the blade one last time. Although their memory must not have been as sharp as was thought or maybe it was the fact that her left hand remained still at her lips, but quickly a catch become more of a pure toss.

As the blade propelled through the air Rukia could not help but swear “Dammit-- ” And it wasn’t long until it nailed an unexpecting person on the back of the head directly before it plopped silently on the ground. Dashing forward to catch up, she bows quickly and deeply, not even peeping who exactly she had sent the object flying towards. “So sorry! I was just--” How exactly was she supposed to explain herself? “It got a little out of my hands.” The pun in her words was completely long on her but it seemed like the only thing that could give her any kind of excuse.

[glacialdeath]

@hewhoprotects [starter]

The gash upon her forehead had dribbled blood right near her eye, even now after the fight seemed to be over, with her breath heavy from the effort the fight took out of her, her right eye is remained in a squint to try and prevent her vision from being tainted in crimson. “Fool, you were slow. I already took care of it.” Her words are braggy, but they surely don’t match her condition as she nearly falls into him, her head knocking into his side with her leg finally feeling the burn, as if her body thinks that it’s relieved of it’s duty now that it knows he is here. She doesn’t verbally acknowledge her own clumsiness nor her dependency there however, remaining focused on more important matters. “Don’t worry. This isn’t as bad as it looks.” She brings the sleeve of her shihakusho to her forehead, finally wiping at the particular wound there, allowing herself to peer at him properly to try and assure him before she begins to try and repair a large claw wound upon her calve. “There could be another, so stay alert-- Or do you need me to take care of that one too?”

[glacialdeath]

@substitutekurosaki [starter]

Whether it had to do with the nature of her zanpakuto or not, the heat in general made the shinigami women particularly useless and brought out her whiny nature, more than usual at least. Draped upon the wood floor in defeat, the only sign of life within her was that you could just about make out that her hand was fanning air at her face still. “If I have to stay in this stupid room for another day I’m going to go crazy.“ She states flatly. “Anywhere would be better. Let’s go out- A dumb beach, a stupid park, I’ll take anything-- even your stupid school.” She rolls to her back, resting her head back with a thump of skull against wood before she lays her arms out wide at her side, like a dead bug. “I’lll even take a river--” The smooth sound of rushing water, the cool breeze of a movement; even just the image of it in her mind was far more enticing than the other things she brought up. “Actually, a river sounds better than anything.”

[glacialdeath]

@hewhoprotects​

“What? If you need something, climb up here and tell me, idiot.“ Her brows furrow as it seems his words aren’t able to reach her up here, but she speaks loudly, cupping her hand by her lips to extend her words reach. Perched atop a branch in a tree more than twice her height, Rukia peered down at the orange haired teen for once. “Come on, haven’t you ever climbed a tree before? Or is the true weakness of the famous Kurosaki Ichigo actually heights?“ She eggs him on, grinning mischievously with her hands were placed at her side casually dangling her feet with a slight swing.