#kamikakefell

[ryusxnka-moved]

@kamikakefell

Stop telling others I'm your son, Ukitake.

[ofovertime]

*pleading eyes*

very knows the other could take care of himself, but nanami would murder everyone if he needed to for them.

[kenpxchi]

@kamikakefell

They've both been standing there for the past four minutes. Kenpachi awaits with his arms held wide, the smile on his face faded into a bored sigh. He thought that the signal was pretty universal, but then again, the guy's spent most of his time bedridden. Perhaps he hasn't seen any of Kenpachi's fights before?

It's kind of tradition to let his opponent take the first swing. Then again, the guy seems like a more defensive fighter. Baiting him into an attack might be seen as a way to put him at a disadvantage, which Ukitake isn't going to fall for. The guy isn't stupid. It's probably the latter.

"...look, if yer doin' the same thing i am, i'll come over there if yer not gonna take the first swing."

Arms still held wide, he takes step after step towards the other Captain. He really, really wants Ukitake to strike first, if only so he can get into the rush of battle once again.

[deivorous]

❛ experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn. ❜

"You threatenin' me, old man?"

"I'll experience my boot up yer ass."

[ryusxnka-moved]

Hazel   oculi   bear   the   glint   of   elation   ⸺   proudness   imbued   his   person   in   spectacle   of   the   gifted   statute   for   the   younger   captain.   Lips   wearing   a   hopeful   beam,   metaphorical   tail   wagging   with   anticipated   reinforcement.   Did   Hitsugaya   favor   his   present   ?   Should   he   have   gone   larger   ?   A   biome   of   wintry   wonderment   in   ode   of   his   little   Shiro   ?   He   begins   second   guessing;   darn   that   biome   would   have   made   a   marvelous   emblem.

A nxiety, a wretched thing to retain and withstand; How vastly ill-fated it was to unanticipatedly encounter the ever-so beaming Ukitake on his way to get a luncheon. Their countenance illustrated naught but animated exultant merriment, no doubt awaiting for any sort of vocal recognition in regards to the sculpture he had commissioned Akon to privately construct for Hitsugaya as a Birthday offering.

                      “  -----  Good afternoon, Captain Ukitake ... “ He greets,                clearing his throat with an enforced faux-cough. “ The Weather is       quite nice today, don’t you agree? “ an endeavor to shift their attention ensues.

[aftapati]

“ I tried but failed. ” / mimihagi

( * / @kamikakefell / prompt / not accepting )

❛ I would agree with that statement. ❜

Calamity with consequent catastrophy was bestowed upon the realm of Soul Society. An anticipated circumstance with inconspicuous reasoning for those incapable of sufficient comprehension. Yet, those who are knowledgeable of the pragmatism subsisting within the core of aforementioned world, would display understanding. The corruptiveness of governship, of history, of a divine figure to abide. Sōsuke was aware, henceforth he acted of such. Change was mandatory, and only someone of his caliber was meritorious of accomplishing such grandiose aim. And in defiance of his resultant imprisonment, his beating muscle was engulfed in the perpetuity of ire, in preparedness to explode.

Alas, for they are experiencing the repercussions of the actions made by their ascendants.

❛ You may have made a valiant attempt to save everything, but in the end its futility stood greater than you could ever comprehend. ❜

❛ Don't you see? This wretched place is about to face its inevitable predestination, unless someone of great strength could alter things. But even with that in mind, it would still become beneficial to the lot of you. You had the strength to create a better world and yet you refused to act in accordance. And right now, you are facing the consequences of your own cowardice. ❜

[aftapati]

❛  do you have any idea how much harm you've caused?  ❜

( * / @kamikakefell / prompt / accepting )

❛ Do you think that I do not? ❜

Rhetorism was evident upon professed statement, counteracting the elder's words. Mayhaps there was a hint of spite lacing aforementioned statement, against his will, yet unveiled ineluctably. Alas, unreadability was still prominent upon his face, sans the divulgement of any further sentiment, beholdenly.

Yet his susceptible muscle, his heart, was seething with inconceivable ire equivalent to an everlasting waterfall. Perpetually exasperated that, him, out of people has done so much for this wretched place, knowing the outcome of his gallant actions. Sōsuke was aware --- the existence of an arcanum acknowledged as Mimihagi and the connection with Ukitake. And notwithstanding all of this, the unimpeded obedience towards that decayed corpse of a divine figure remained unscathed. It made his blood boil like unbeknown liquid substance poured in a cauldron. Regardless everything that took place, people still made no alterations, furthering its corruptiveness.

But that's alright. Things will change in the future. He will make sure of it.

In a brief moment he felt as if he was about to explode and scream in fury, but his level of restraint was stronger, therefore holding his entire personage in place. Lieu, there was only impassiveness to be perceived.

❛ But such consequences hold no significance to me, as my goals are of greateness. Something that you should be able to understand very well, Ukitake. ❜

[aftapati]

❛  the others may be able to ignore the past, but i surely won't.  ❜

( @kamikakefell / prompts / accepting )

❛ Would you care to elaborate? ❜

He would tacitly admit only to himself that he found amusement in such statement that echoed cranial walls. Thick lips almost created an upward curvature --- almost. No one could comprehend with what subsists within his cerebrum. An enigma personified, manifested in a transcendental entity himself, accompanied with akin persona to ornament aforementioned subsistence. Notwithstanding, the current sight included a tall and imposing figure, with gloved hands gathered behind his back, cautious, attentive.

He may have his face partially binded, but one image could unveil a thousand words. One look could depict more than words would. Therefore, a singular brown complexion would glance with a sufficient merit of mindfulness. Soon for a set of words constructed in sentences to follow suit.

❛ Do you truly believe the others will cast aside the past and pretend as if nothing took transpiration? Don't you think you undervalue the intelligence of your precious comrades, Captain Ukitake? ❜

❛ Unless.. -- you are making a reference to personal matter of yours. ❜

He was aware. One might say the statement was laced with a faint hint of provocation. Or promptitude for that matter.