#sasayakc

[trehontin]

He doesn't remember this Shinigami. He would've remembered such a unique Zanpakuto. He had been absent when Muramasa had led the Zanpakuto Rebellion in Soul Society. Why? "Are you a deserter?" || @sasayakc

The tilt of his head was the first way of 'replying' to this claim brought forth by a being carrying out such a bold approach. Something was distinctly off about him, something was not like it should be, but not because of any impossibility to figure out what this man represented, what he was - oh, he was not so foolish to not know the kind this one represented, yet? A smile was the second way he would offer recognition of the obvious that being here and in front of him was something as unanticipated as he would only allow for it. 

" Such a private thing to ask. Should you not introduce yourself first? "

This mere means to uphold discardable politeness, he just wanted to see how the other would react. If he truly was unaware of who Aizen was. Hard to believe something like this when scrutinizing gaze fell to him, would sway over him, would take into account his weapon, Kyōka Suigetsu quietly, undisturbed, resting at his side - perchance he did not know. Perchance he did. He had little means or want to truly leave it up for interpretation. " I may indulge you then if I see it appropriate. "

[trafalgar-bleedingheart-law]

@sasayakc (from the ask from ages ago with Mura and the smol xD)

From his spot in the tree, he heard the question asked, and then silence before several thuds. Peaking out from under his hat, he was just in time to see the final body hit the floor and a flash of purple coming from the stranger. Was he magic?? The marines hadn't even had time to shout. Plus there was no weapon. Definitely magic was the conclusion the child's mind came to. 

Law watched the man for a few moments after he spoke. Safe? He was never safe. Especially now that Cora-san was gone. He may not be sick anymore, but the white marks were still visible on his skin, a clear sign of what he had been. Still … this one didn't seem interested in hurting him … yet. 

It might not have been the smartest idea, but Law climbed down the tree and approached the stranger, close enough to reach out and cling to the long, white coat and peak around him to the dead bodies. Bodies and blood were nothing new to him anymore. He had seen far too much already to be affected by it. Still he was curious. Even up close he couldn't see a weapon.

"How did you do that?"

[wisteriamuses]

@sasayakc asked: “Do you want me to?”

“Do... Do you want to be my dad?”

[kazeshinigami]

“Tch. You again.”

( @sasayakc​ )

[kenpxchi]

@sasayakc​: we are strong.

“good. me an’ yachiru wanna see how strong you are.”

[flcwerborne-a]

she’s never... done that before. she’s never had the confidence to step between someone and oncoming danger (although she’s sure this wasn’t just danger, but certain death), whether it was between a friend and a bully or a stranger and... melody wonders just what those things were. monsters, surely. she’s never seen or heard of anything like them. she’s sure they’re dead now, though. the weight and power of the earth and roots closing in on them would most certainly do that. if even that didn’t kill them, well, the little fairy just wouldn’t know what to do. run, probably. or rather, she would’ve tried to. if she hadn’t felt that sudden compulsion to help this man, she’s sure she would’ve been frozen in fear. but... she wasn’t. melody can’t help but be thankful for that, that for once her muscles hadn’t frozen in place, instead running between this man and certain death.

“ i... i-i w-wanted to help. “    melody finally answers. for a moment, she didn’t even feel fear as she was placing herself between him and the monster. there was just a great desire to help that she couldn’t ignore. she wishes she had that kind of confidence and lack of fear when she was still in school. melody supposes it wasn’t a total lack of fear, though, her voice quivering and her hands trembling somewhat. she finally sees the blood on his face and gasps.    “ o-oh, you— you’re b-bleeding! “    melody hastily pulls a bundle of tissues out of her messenger bag and squats down, gently wiping at the blood below his eyes. but to her surprise, there were no wounds there beneath the blood. that’s... strange. could it... have been blood from those things? whatever, it’s probably nothing to worry about.

she balls up the tissues and tucks them elsewhere in her bag. melody wonders if there are more of those things around. as big as they were and as loud as they were, she would see and hear them, right? still... it wouldn’t be best to linger here in case there are more. melody manages a timid smile and holds her hand out to him.    “ here, l-let me help you. “    it probably wouldn’t be best to take a total stranger to her home, but she could at least take him to the flower shop. that’s where she was headed anyway, but she can’t help but hope that her boss, mister hartley, isn’t there. what kind of questions would this peculiar situation raise? a lot, and melody isn’t even sure how to answer them!    “ i-i— i can take you back to m-m-my— my sh-shop for a little while. y-you’ll be safe there. “    or at least, she thinks he'll be safe there.    “ you’ll be able to r-rest for a m-moment, at least. catch your breath. r-relax. “

@sasayakc​    /    cont. from here!

[iobartach]

@sasayakc asked: "I'm not made to harm humans. You have nothing to fear from me."

The thought, despite its well-intentioned gleam, offered little evidence to suggest that he should take the stranger at his word. After all, would exceptions need be made if it were to be shared that he wasn't quite fully human himself? Deciding against spending time labouring the point, a creased line appeared in his mask where his brows drew together to form a deep ravine, his tone doing all the talking for him as he offered; "Can't say I can promise the same... Whoever you are."

Be it man, beast or spirit, O'Hara was yet to be certain. But, what facts that he did know with some degree of confidence told him that this one was not the invasive lifeform that he was after. And worse, for all that he knew, the anomaly could already be miles away from here... Wherever here was, exactly.

"What is this place?"

[biskael]

"Let me have these Hollow. I will slay them."

" YOU VULTURE . " his busied hand raises , along with it , the cruel spear he was wielding . a motion taken without glance , and full of grand practice . never sparing the other , though sensing power of itself , a moment of his crimson gaze .

" off with you . go find your own prey . "

@sasayakc