Isane shivered as she opened the door and stepped out. Night had fallen over Seireitei and from here she looked out over hundreds of winking lights.
"Vice Captain Kotetsu!"
Her shoulders slumped slightly at the sound of running feet in the hallways. She steeled herself, letting out a metered breath, watching the puff of steam dissipate into the night air.
The 4th Division had two modes: extreme boredom and extreme chaos. Of the two, she supposed, turing back towards her squad, chaos was preferable. Her shift had ended hours ago, but nobody really cared about "hours" here. You worked until the work was done, and then a little more for good measure.
"I'm coming."
A wave of pleasant warmth hit her through the open door, and she found herself smiling as she listened to the frantic medic, making him run to keep up with her flowing strides.
Today marks the beginning of my second year of tumblr RPing. That being said, I'd like to take a moment to thank the people in my life who make the RPs worth so much:
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Shellbow -- Heh. Look at you, prat. You're first on the list second year in a row. Two years you got me into this life-consuming habit, and as my career goals shifted from Pre-Med to Journalism because of it, I really should keep thanking you. You're my co-admin and my roommate; my best friend and my sister in pretty much all but blood. Words can't describe how much your hugs and your words of encouragement have meant to me, but I have to try, because the impact you've had on my life has been nothing less than amazing. There's no one else I'd rather escort through dark streets around campus at night than you, and the sushi's good, but the company's better.
Vel -- we still haven't talked much, unfortunately, but you're my co-admin too and I will never understand why you come under fire specifically when there's three mods for Soru. But you do, and you take it upon yourself to make sure that no one in the group feels any worse than they have to about anything in their life, and it was your commitment to having a 100% drama-free group that showed me just how important that is in any group, not just a casual writing group on the Internet.
Kapin -- you know how awesome you are. But I'll repeat it here, Yachiru 2.0, and this way you'll be able to see just how much that night meant. Seriously, you've been a Godsend, and you continue to be one. Keep dreaming. You'll get there. I know you will. I'll even hold your flower during the gore-y and still somehow adorable bits.
Shoutouts to Tai, Riza, Divi, Maddy, and Zuzu. I'm sorry my Bleach muses are barely active anymore, but when they are, I enjoy RPing so much with you, and to the two I see occasionally on Skype, Divi and Zuz, I miss talking with you more. You two are both still rock stars in my eyes. I love you.
But the thing is, I didn't just stick to Bleach RP this year. I took a leap of faith, and it did take a bit of courage to jump into an RP group without Shellbow there at my side, but I managed to find a damn good one on my first leap, and I know just how incredibly rare that is. But before I go any farther -- I have to acknowledge one person in particular.
Kaitlyn, because of you and Kierra and Aimee I started watching Buffy, and if I hadn't already been around season three in Buffy when I was looking at other RP groups, I might never have found ECHO, and never met the gorgeous and beautiful people in it that daily make my life better for just being there. You don't RP with me (yet), and I'm hoping to change that if possible, but you've got my gratitude. (And probably tons of screenshots of me flailing hopelessly as Whedon introduced yet another reason to curse his name as a fan and admire his work as a writer. Oops.)
Now for the ECHO peeps. Okay.
Rach, I have to start with you, because I was the dumbass who couldn't find the damn password in the rules, and you were the mod who I talked to first, and you've become an older sister figure to me very quickly. It's meant a lot, the times I could go to you and be completely freaked out at like 3 AM when everyone sane is asleep and you'd calm me down and reassure me that being freaked out over a major life change like going to college was freak-out worthy. You've helped me figure out a lot, much more than just how to gif, and you've pulled me into the world of English period romances and Pride and Prejudice and North and South and then adaptations like the LBD and now Emma Approved and basically yeah I really can't wait to meet you in person and when we do it will be epic, as a meeting of two ECHO mods should be. We will see Cap 2 together somehow.
Khaya, you're next, because holy shit girl, you just never stopped being awesome! Your Clint was Peter's first para in the world of ECHO, and his relationship with Clint was so epic and so feelsy and so perfect, and I can totally go crazy and fansqueal all over the place and you will fuel my fire and that's just some kind of epic all by itself, but you're so supportive and protective and that means so much to me as well. Your enthusiasm is always a bright thing to see, and even though I haven't seen you online in a bit, I can't wait to talk to you again.
And last but not least, Nita. Why are you last? Because grand finale, duh! I fell in love with your Phil the way someone gets soaked when they get shoved into the ocean -- completely and unintentionally (on their part, at least). And IsaPhil is the OTP to rule them all. I've had some of the shittiest OTP luck, and a lot of that is due to miscommunication/growing pains/life/my own damn pride, but my Isabel is safe and happy and warm with your Phil and that's rare. The fact that you take the time to see me, to see the drawings, to read the drabbles and make the headcanons, it means a lot to me. And thank you for introducing me to JFR. I've got 38 of the more-relevant JFRs saved to my comp, and they're set to each be the background of my laptop for 15 minutes before the next one shows its face.
Here's to the next year! I can't wait to see what it brings.
The night air was cooler than she expected, though not unpleasant especially after the crowded warmth of the hospital. Hesitating at the corner of the building, Isane tried to decide if the pull of her bed or the need to just relax was stronger. Tea would be nice, but she really could use a glass of something stronger, especially after dealing with the 11th Division for the past several hours.
The past hour had been spent patching up the 11th's 19th seat, a wiry man of middle height who, in addition to being thoroughly drunk was suffering from severe lacerations to his arms and chest. What Isane had not been able to determine was the cause of the copious amounts of glass embedded in the man's face and posterior end. He had spent the majority of the time moving between declaring that Isane was his long lost love to threatening bodily harm on anyone who dared to come near him.
She had finally given up and knocked the man unconscious.
Decision made, she strode purposefully toward the 4th Division main entrance. If nothing else, she would pick up some soba before heading back to her quarters. She needed a break.
"Ah, Lieutenant Kira," Isane smiled warmly. It had been some time since she had seen her fellow lieutenant aside from duty. "How have you been? It's been a while since I've seen you outside of the Lieutenant's meetings, but then again," she smiled self deprecatingly, "I haven't been out much lately either." She didn't elaborate what he already knew from his own experience. "The last chapter of your novel was very interesting. Where do you find the time to write?"
"Kotetsu-fukutaichou." Izuru head looked up from the ground. "I've been well, just working most of the time." It seemed that Izuru worked every minute of every day and he never had the chance to really see anyone outside of his division. "How have you been? I'm sorry I haven't had the chance to see anyone recently." The blond man wasn't very close with the fourth division vice-captain, but he didn't have anything against her. She always seemed nice when the met at the meetings.
When the Isane mentioned reading Izuru's work he felt his heart take a leap. Someone was actually interested in his writing? "Do you mean my haikus?" He did have haikus posted in the the newspaper every week, but he never received feedback so he assumed no one read them. "I don't know..." Izuru couldn't think of any words to say. "They just come to me I guess...." Even if that sounded corny it was the best that Izuru could come up with.
Isane knocked softly on the door, waiting for an answer before sliding it open. "Good evening, Kuchicki-sama," Isane bowed. "I hope you are doing well?" He looked well, she noted with relief. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but I noticed that you were due for a refill on your medication."
Turning at the widened door, a smile split Sojun’s lips upward. “Good evening.” He smiled warmly towards Isane, beckoning her in with a soft wave of his hand. A warm wave of night air billowed through the entrance. “I am! It seems I’ve entered into a brief remission at last. And how about yourself?” Sojun was fond of the fourth division-highly devoted yet terribly underrated. “Ah, yes. Thank you very much.”
