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[diito]

                                          @blooming-resolve // s.

     “ hey... kaine ? “ the disciple’s voice was surprisingly docile && content, for once. likely due to the plethora of blood soaking his face && his gear -- gloved fingers diligently working at ridding his prized weapon of it’s viscera blanket. he still sported his signature, somewhat manic grin all the while - no doubt due to the fulfilling of his most grim cravings. they were just a few bandits - who’d really miss ‘em, honestly? 

     ah. right. he was venturing off and hadn’t bothered to state what he’d wanted. “ why do you accompany on these little trips, mm? you don’t seem like much of a stickler for killing. something i don’t know about, lady ? “ that sly, cheshire grin began tugging at the corners of his lips, now. “ don’t tell me all of this blood && gore gets your juices flowing, as well? “ he’d known better, of course. this not-so-subtle prodding at her had become somewhat of a ritual, everytime they’d gone out on the hunt. it was a nice little icebreaker, since she had this strange little tendency of going quiet for hours at a time. normally it wouldn’t bother him ... but with someone like her, you could never be too sure whether they wanted to stab you in the back or not.

[diito]

  Life in the Land of Seas wasn’t exactly fun for Dito, at any point. If he wasn’t handling the politics involved with maintaining order ( because Five adamantly refused to, a good ninety-percent of the time. ) He was busy making sure the Intoner’s needs and urges, physical and otherwise, were met and sated each and every day. It grew tiresome, quickly, and he found himself often fantasizing about all of the different ways he could murder her.   Things had become a little more tolerable, lately, however--he’d made a friend. Someone he could bitch at, annoy, and kill with, whenever possible, and it’d really helped with all of the pent up frustration he had. Sometimes, at least. She could be a pain in the ass at others... Always bitching and moaning about something or another. 

               “Hey. You didn’t kill anyone this time around, right?”

  It was no secret that Kaine had a very short temper. One that could more likely than not match or even out-weigh the Disciple’s own. There’d been instances where she’d been forced to assault a citizen (or so she claimed) because of looks, actions, or words that were exchanged. He hadn’t thought it possible to make his job even more difficult--but she’d come into his life and found a way, rather quickly, at that.

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[diito]

" ... Hey, Lady. ” The words that left him were low -- almost hoarse sounding. He was tired. Damn tired. He’d done nothing but fight since he’d arrived in this place... his only moment of solace being his brief stay at Seafront. But, with no readily available currency, it was only so long the brunet could survive there before being forced to find work. And he did.                                 Hunting these... “shadows.” At first it was fun. Dito was honestly having the time of his life slaying them - hearing them scream in that weird little language of theirs. Honestly, it sounded like they were choking on blood, which made it that much more amusing. But, unlike himself, they didn’t appear to tire. So it was only so long before he’d gotten overwhelmed. Which lead to his current situation. Rear resting against a grassy hill, his back planted against his spear, which pierced the dirt beneath the greenery. As much as he hated to admit it, he’d bitten of way more than he could chew, and his hide was only still intact thanks to the timely interference of this woman. A woman who bore a striking resemblance to... someone. The Disciple just couldn’t quite put his finger on it. As if something was scrambling his memory.

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    ❝Hey, wench. Where the hell did you say we were, exactly?❞ The Arrancar barked in annoyance, hands shoved into his pockets, eager to smash skulls-- or one skull, in particular. Kurosaki Ichigo’s. But it looked like he was far, far away from him, now. What a pain in the ass.     To say this world was fucked up would be an UNDERSTATEMENT-- there were tiny shadow creatures running around, screaming and talking in some incorrigible language. It did nothing but piss him off, honestly, and he saw to it to dispatch each and everyone of them whenever they’d bar his path. 

@blooming-resolve // s.