#galeforged

[ketsumyo]

血 糸 | “ KOTARŌ ! ” HER VOICE ROSE just enough to carry across the way. her smile was wide, genuine, and a hint to her cheeks spoke volumes of her sincerity— perhaps also a bit of the evening’s influence.

“ or, rather, should I say ryōbo-san? ” she hummed, though the moment’s mischief soon lent back into her warmth. “ congratulations on your promotion. it’s well deserved. ” // @galeforged

[fifthimpact-a]

@galeforged: not Mask poking his head through the door for good measure-

❛ CAN YOU GET THE HELL [...] why is everyone coming in HERE ? can't you all share your fucking brain cell in another room ? ❜

[armatization-a]

“Did you know that 17 millilitres of human blood can substitute an egg in baking? I find that fascinating,” shared Vi aloud in the most matter-of-fact fashion. Is this her attempting to be sociable?

(I did not send this with anyone specific in mind-)

[ unprompted ; accepting ]

"Ah- what?"

Ashe held the cracked egg in his hand, yolk oozing from the seam. He barely registered it. "How do you know that? Have you-" He swallowed dryly. "Have you tried?" The thought of it made him sick. He knew Vi could be strange - everyone knew that - but he didn't think it would be like this.

Maybe he shouldn't have invited her to bake with him. No, that wasn't fair. She was just a little odd. That was why he invited her: she always seemed so alone.

He felt yoke drip between his fingers. He threw away the egg and washed his hands. "Let's try that again."

[lucresence]

starter for @galeforged Forwin & Kriemhild

A pair of violet eyes was resting upon the showman as he was performing with a glittering atmosphere at the Wilted Rose Inn. Compared to the establishments she had become familiar with as the daughter of a rich noble family, this certainly was... a change of perspective. Certainly, the lack of resources and constant anxiety about the ongoing battles also contributed to the gloominess of this place, but the people did not seem to mind it much. As if all the dust on the floor and the knife marks on the tables were non-existent. Truly, a nail-biting environment.

Or maybe she was measuring with unrealistic standards again. Regardless, she would not have gone underground to visit this place if not for a very specific reason.

Hands clapped, men roared with satisfaction as the final chord echoed through the narrow cellar and the singer seemingly left the stage. With a swift movement, Kriemhild pushed herself off the wall in the corner she had been hiding in, enveloped into her most common folk cloak to not gain too much attention. Although she did hope her voice would gain this man's attention very much:

"Forwin. We need to talk."

[kenpxchi]

@galeforged

"so, is iba doin' a good job as captain?"

He remembers Tetsuzaemon back when he was still in the Eleventh. A good fighter, and an ambitious man, eager to prove himself. The guy's certainly come far, despite him clashing with Yachiru many a time. Though he might not have had as much a hand in teaching Iba as Sajin did, he still feels a little bit of pride.

Shigeru, another alumni of the Eleventh, is doing well in the Seventh, to the point that people have made remarks about some sort of arrangement between the two Divisions. If that arrangement is simply being friendly enough to talk, then Kenpachi can guess that the rumors have some merit.

[sparrowborn]

@galeforged​

Honestly, Nix was feeling restless with no jobs on the field that day. Any tasks she had around the Barracks were swiftly handled already. So, to keep herself busy with the added bonus of keeping herself in fighting form, she went off to train. Sure, technically the silverette was supposed to be taking it easy after her arm got injured but that would only make her fall behind! It was when she was about to take a break that she saw a familiar face standing there. It was the Lieutenant, Ryōhei Kōtarō. Hopefully she wasn’t about to get an earful.. “Did you just arrive, Lieutenant? Or is there something you need me to do for you?”

[bazz-b]

“Ah, Bazzard! I was just looking for a sparring partner.”

It was too late to run. Mask de Masculine already long had Bazz-B in his sights, and his arm had quickly (deceptively so, for his size!) slung itself around the Heat’s shoulders.

“I need to be on top form for the coming invasion, but few are the shinigami who can match up to a true hero’s stature… Care to assist me in training for a spell? I want to ensure I will be performing optimally against smaller, nimbler villains!”

Mask always moved at his own speed, both figuratively and literally. Physical prowess aside, there was a style and, er, theme he had locked in for himself altogether separate to Bazz-B's own. Nothing like punk, yet Bazz-B was drawn to it. Took balls to commit to something like that, and the confidence of it was what gave it life--

"You better not be suggesting that I fit the bill for smaller, Mask." Gaze was shifted, keeping an eye out for that little weirdo James, wherever he might be lurking. "I could probably spare some time.." Eyes narrowed at the muscular trap ensnaring his neck. "But not if you can't get my damn name right. Bazz-B, y'hear? BA-ZU-BI."

[of-invisible-ties]

@galeforged​ II Starter Call II @ Forwin!

“You really are an oddball, you know that? And coming from me, that’s saying something!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll be serious, but only just the once! You know how I get tons of prophecies about, like, everything? Well, someone asked me to look into YOUR future, and ... for the first time ever, I couldn’t see anything! Weird, right?”