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[i-am-the-kenpachi]

You’ll Get The Hang Of It

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          A single brow arched while she stared up at him in disbelief. Ass planted firmly in the dirt. He offered no hand to help her up, so Riruka moved. Up on her feet again – attempting to dust the brown stains off her ruined shite shorts. Why did they make me spar with him?! Her mind continuously had this same thought. Sure, she was an allay now of the Society, but training to become a better combat fighter… that wasn’t her. Besides, what she knew of Kenpachi, he preferred his sword anyway.

          ♥ ┊ ‘  This is pointless! I have abilities! Why do I need to learn these kick moves anyway?!  ’

“Because yer abilities are bullshit.”

Kenpachi raised an eyebrow, amused.

“What happens if ya come across someone that your powers don’t work on? If ya can’t fight with your hands, then it goes tits up, yeah?”

He rolled his neck, getting back into a very lazy fighting position. The girl had yet to land a hit on him, and if he was honest technique wasn’t his strong suit. But he supposed it was better than nothing.

“Now come on, again. Don’t try ‘n stop my hand, just push it to the side ‘n get in closer to me to hit me.”

[reign-over-the-frosted-heavens]

@tinypinkpigtails continued from X (I hope this is alright I continued it)

His face twisted in annoyance at the nickname this human girl was quick to give him. Shortcake. Why did it always have to involve something to do with his height when people gave him nicknames? He would love to snap at this girl for her rude comment but he did not want to lose his temper over such a little thing. A bad habit of his, but it was just so easy for his irritation to flair up at such comments.

Maybe he would just leave and let her deal with the cut on her leg herself. It was her fault she had gained such an injury after all and he barely knew her so what did he care if she was bleeding or not? None that’s what.

“Fine. Deal with it by yourself if you are gonna be that way.” He half turned, fully ready to leave and be done with this whole situation, when Riruka cried out once again in frustration and he paused. An audible sigh of annoyance escaping past his lips as he glanced back over his shoulder at her.

“Come on, it’s just blood. You can’t handle the sight of a little blood now?”

[iakes-on-amasakas-archive]

"you’ve got to let this go"

From here || Keep ’em coming!

“You let things go, and you lose ‘em. I ain’t interested in that.” 

“I’ve lost too much already.”

[blvck-hole-sun-blog]

“Are you okay?! I swear I didn’t mean to pop the cork into your face!”

“It sure looked like you were aiming for it!” He grumbled, both hands rubbing the sore spot between his eyes. “You could’ve taken out my eye!”

He kept one hand on the bridge of his nose, using the other to grab the two glasses he’d already got out earlier. “Jeez, just be careful where you’re aiming that thing next time.”

[the-actual-last-quincy-archive]

“I can handle it.”

“That remains to be seen”

“A quick agreement like that suggests you havent’ thought about what I said. Your confidence is foolish” 

[reign-over-the-frosted-heavens]

“Well, excuse me. I am so sorry that my life falling apart has inconvenienced you.“

‘a meme || @tinypinkpigtails

“Well the least that you could is take your problems elsewhere.” He shrugged. “What could I possibly do to assist you anyway?”

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‘ how’d i end up here? ’

From here || Still accepting!

Jūshirō cocks his head to the side, and eyes the young girl curiously. He tries to keep the worry from his face, and he hopes in his heart of hearts that he has succeeded.

“I’m not sure,” Jūshirō says, perfectly aware that he’s provided a horribly unhelpful answer. “What’s the last thing you remember, my friend?”

[allplotsend]

“Don’t, please.”

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“Hm.”

Tsukishima’s blade didn’t waver from where he held it easily in front of him, poised to strike. The smile slipped from his face. Tipping slowly to the side, his head turned to bring Riruka into his line of sight, keeping his unfortunately victim in his peripheral vision. 

The man had become just another experiment of Book of the End, and Tsukishima had been watching him intently as he struggled to maintain his sanity under the weight of conflicting realities. He’d nearly reached his limits; he’d die from the strain too unless he released Book of the End’s effects.

Tsukishima raised his brows, adopting an exasperated and questioning expression.

“You don’t him to die,” he stated in his usual calm, unaffected tone. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the suffering individual. “if you want to make your case as for why, I suggest you be quick, Riruka.”