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Shall we? ||@redstraydog
Shuuhei had found himself in quite the . . . predicament. His hands were bound to the headboard of a bed, dark cloth covering his eyes. He shifted in an attempted to understand where he was, but found that his ankles were also held against the bed frame tightly. The brunette let out a small noise that sounded close to a growl. Who had done this to him? Anxiety welled up inside of him, Shuuhei struggling to get free.
His movements came to an abrupt halt, however, when he felt the bed dip. The shinigami froze, every sense straining towards the one he could not see, his captor. "What am I doing here?" He asked lowly, frozen as he waited for an answer.
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“Hey there,” Shuuhei said, looking at him with a tilt to his head.
"Hello Shuuhei-san! How has it been?"
Drinks Between Friends ||@kira-fukutaicho
Shuuhei wandered into the third division's office, holding a bottle of sake in his hand. It had been awhile since he had last seen Kira, and he was in dire need of a drink. Besides, sake was always better with a friend. But the question was, was the blonde free to do what he wanted for the rest of the day? Eh, didn't hurt to ask.
Shuuhei leaned against Kira's desk, looking down at the paperwork that was scattered about. Now, where could the other fukutaicho be hiding? He looked behind him, seeing the man in the doorframe. "Hey, Kira, you free today?" He asked.
Healing ||@royaloorigami
Shuuhei lay upon the stone ground, half hidden in the rubble of broken building. As soon as soutaicho had left him, he had been attacked by yet another, although considerably weaker, Quincy. It had been a quick fight, for the brunette was already in dire condition when they came across each other. With a few precisely aimed arrows, the shinigami had gone down without much resistance, Kazeshini clattering to the ground at his side.
And now, as he lay beneath the shattered building, he attempted to gather up enough strength to call out for help. Shuuhei's voice caught; he couldn't seem to cry out or make any sort of noise. His fingers twitched, body twisted in a sudden lash of pain. He spotted a figure in the distance, but his grey eyes couldn't focus in on the hazy outline. If it were another Quincy, there would be no way for him to survive.
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"A-Aizen?! Weren't you... locked up?!"
"Yo Hisagi-san! Haven't seen you in a while."
"So many unsuspecting people trying to become my new project..."
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hatsumi-lindocruz started following you Shutara smirked, staring at all of the new people dangerously close to the King, "Now then, who's first, hm? Why don't you all tell me why you're here."