Side peaks in his inbox, " Are you still up for hire? " / 8D
❝ The fuck ya mean HIRE? Aizen never paid us, yanno? ❞
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Side peaks in his inbox, " Are you still up for hire? " / 8D
❝ The fuck ya mean HIRE? Aizen never paid us, yanno? ❞
@qatakami said : Act cool. (Depending on Quilge's behaviour might throw drink). 8D
“ Depending “ on my “ behavior , “ you say ?
“ that isn’t ‘just a scratch’. ”
[ from this prompt ]
The dim light of the barrack filtered through the paper screens, casting long shadows across the bloodstained floor. Kenpachi Zaraki sat shirtless on the edge of a cot, his massive frame hunched forward, wild black hair spilling over his shoulders like a mane. The air reeked of antiseptic and iron.
The other's hands moved with precise grace, channeling kidou into the gaping wounds across his chest and torso—wounds that should have killed any other man ten times over. But Kenpachi only grinned, jagged and feral, eyeing the ceiling as if bored.
It hung at his side, unnaturally loose. When he shifted slightly, the limb swayed like a pendulum.
Thick cords of tendon—three, maybe four—were all that kept it tethered to his shoulder. Muscle and bone had been severed clean through, leaving the arm connected by those few stubborn strands, pale and glistening.
He glanced down at it, as if noticing it for the first time. Then he shrugged: the motion made the arm swing gently.
"Tch. Still attached, ain’t it?" His voice was gravel and amusement. "Good enough."
SITS IN HIS INBOX because he can.
⎡ @qatakami ⫿ unscripted ⫿ accepting ⎦
Stares back. Because... why.
" How y'feelin' about your return back to Seireitei, Gi-kun? "
⸻ @qatakami
❝The scenery is not as it was durin’ my time among the ranks of the Gotei 13,❞ he breathed a low laugh. The prison Gin occupied was a spartan room without windows or accoutrement, only an unnatural light from above. His limbs were not bound, but at his wrists, ankles and throat were seals which kept his power from being exercised to any great extent.
Among his present quarters Gin could always be found seated at the floor in a languid position with his back against one of the walls, his elbow propped upon a raised knee. Before the majority, he moved with a languorous quality which gradually would give the impression of one who had surrendered. A hollowed soul barely resembling the man he had been. However, this was in part a false impression.
❝It was not by my own will that I find myself here, yet I am not one to begrudge circumstance. Particularly when it presents opportunity,❞ his hand momentarily gestured to the intriguing guest before him. ❝Perhaps I would derive a more favourable impression if ya allowed me to walk about without impediment.❞
" Just admit that you don't know what you're doing. "
making demands
"Sure I do, dumbass - it's called "whatever I want". Ain't my fault you've got no experience with that."
'' Sorry, Aizen-san, I'm borrowing your Espada for a day, but don't worry; I'll return him in one piece!! '' Maybe ...
must be the wind.
'' Ah, always knew you're a guy made for good deals!! ~ Now, then, since you were so kind to volunteer -- you earn yourself a free trip on Earth as mentioned, so please guide Celeste in time to the Pizza hut you have 24 hours before the coupons expire, oh yeah, and take this, '' handles him a hand-sized dagger, '' in case of emergency, just call, if you breathe on it I'll show up in reflection, and if signal goes cold just stick in into something; not someone to enhance it. '' / we are back in ur inbox in times of chaos XD
A guy made for GOOD DEALS? Well --- He didn't know about that, but hey, he definitely wasn't opposed. He was bored with nothing to do. Why not make a "good deal"? If he changed his mind, he could just walk away whenever he wanted. What was the other gonna do about it? Nothing, that's what. Nnoitra listened to the proposal.
He was going to go to the World of the Living? Nice, he liked it there. Apart from it being hard to breathe, due to the lack of reishi. His "mission" was to guide Celeste to this mysterious place/person (Nnoitra was unsure what the fuck it was), called Pizza Hut. Seemed easy enough.
A strange dagger-like object was handed to him, and he took it, holding it up to study it for a moment. From the description the other gave, he'd say it was some kind of communication devise. Oh, yeah, he'd need this for sure. He had no idea where the fuck he was going. At least he'd be going with Celeste, and not some random ass person he'd never met before.
And this whole thing would take less than 24 hours.
❝ Alright. ❞ Enthusiastic as ever.