roleplayemporium:

“A hit like that would have killed an ordinary person, you know?! Show some restraint!”

Ichigo rubbed his jaw, groaning in agony at the ferocious power that the petite shinigami held in those little fists of hers. Well, he had no one to blame but himself for bringing up the peachy butt. Maybe if he told her tha Renji saw it too she’d direct her aggression towards him instead.. Nah that would probably just make things worse.

” But you are not an ordinary person therefore I won’t go easy on you. The first thing you had to mention was my butt out of everything ! Shows well your concern, idiot ! ”

As if she had any sort of remorse for acting violently with him, it was the sort of vague hope that perhaps one punch or two would drill her words in his little brain. Crossing both of her arms over her chest, an intense glare not leaving in any moment Ichigo’s frame while waiting for any sort of apologize — One that had no chance to come but that did not mean she could not force the substitute shinigami to say something to redeem such careless words. These kind of reunions always skipping sentimentalism, jumping right away to pure hostility. Wasn’t it lovely ?

Forgive me for not saying anything to anyone just yet. Blame it all on Ichigo.

roleplayemporium:

“GUAAAAH! D-DAMMIT RUKIA! I THINK YOU BROKE MY JAW!”

Why did this happen to him? It wasn’t his fault her peachy butt was floating in the water! He didn’t even want to look at it! THIS IS CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT!

” Don’t be a baby, you’ve suffered worst hits than this. You can’t change so suddenly and be fragile like a porcelain doll ! “Of course in that moment she was unconscious, remembering the slightest detail was a pain to the brain and all what she could recall was merely vague. Either way, who in the world Ichigo was to go around spilling out any commentary about her butt ?! No one should speak like that with a lady !

roleplayemporium:

Of course I don’t want you here. You’re gonna torture me to death! That and I don’t need to see your peachy butt.

When I am the kindest of all ? How you hurt me so, Kurosaki-kun—  EH !?! WHAT IN THE WORLD YOU SAID !?

I DON’T RECALL SUCH TRAGIC EVENTS !

roleplayemporium:

God help me.

That’s what you get for not wanting me here.

Alright, I fixed the description.

espada-sexta:

   Grimmjow had finally gotten used to the monster that inhabited Fiddler’s Green. The learning curve was a bit different from fighting Hollows and Arrancar because these particular monsters weren’t made in the same way, but they were easy enough to kill once one had gotten the hang of it. Due to this fact, Grimmjow was growing bored. The Creepers were smart and knew how to strategize, but they were incredibly frail. The Brutes were very strong physically, but they were also unbelievably stupid. The Whispers served to play headgames and only ended up pissing him off, and the only things left were the dogs and the Walkers. Needless to say, there wasn’t much to entertain him because of the lack of variety. The Espada knew he was going to have to dip into the human pool before it was over with. Maybe the strange fog cast over the city was messing with his ability to feel reiatsu and there actually were a few people worth his time. Since he couldn’t escape Fiddler’s Green at the moment, he needed to find a way to kill time.

   Grimmjow had been traveling throughout the Red and Yellow Zones to specifically hunt down Brutes and possibly get an entire horde of them in one place so they’d give him a challenge, but rounding them up proved to be more trouble than it was worth. So far, he hadn’t encountered anything yet that would make him even think of releasing his Zanpakutou.
   The Arrancar was currently holding onto the severed head of a Brute he’d just finished killing. The creature’s body lay before him in a bloody heap of hacked up parts and bones. He’d been reminded of his days as an Adjuchas in Hueco Mundo, repeatedly killing other Hollows like him who were obviously beneath him in power, which further made him want to attack the humans. He was just about to make up his mind and head to the Blue Zone to do so when he felt a sudden spike in reiatsu nearby, something that felt vastly different from everything else he’d ran into so far. It was a Shinigami. “Finally!” A smirk came onto Grimmjow’s face as he threw the head he was holding down and leapt into the sky, ready to track down the owner of the power he was sensing.

   It didn’t take long for Grimmjow to pinpoint the reiatsu signature, but unfortunately, it had lead him to a portion of the Yellow Zone where the fog was especially thick, reducing his vision quite a bit. Because of all the monsters he’d killed thus far, he was able to label them by how their reiatsu felt, so even though he couldn’t see, he knew there was a group of Creepers close by. Grimmjow drew his Zanpakutou and rushed in, then swung the blade toward each of the creatures’ heads, making quick work of them. Most of them had been caught off guard with only a single one catching on to what was happening. Grimmjow thrust his right arm forward and pierced the remaining Creeper through the chest, then rose his left leg and kicked it, causing it to fly off the blade and roll against the ground, finally ending up near the feet of the Shinigami it had been fighting.
   Shortly after the Creeper had exited the cover of the fog, Grimmjow himself made an appearance and gradually became visible. Once some of the clarity returned to his vision, he laid eyes on a small, dark-haired girl dressed in black robes and wielding a sword. The Espada’s eyes widened and the corner of his mouth pulled up into a wide smirk. He recognized her as one of Kurosaki Ichigo’s friends, and someone he’d once putten his fist through. Grimmjow stepped out of the fog and stared down at the Shinigami in front of him. She wasn’t much back then, but maybe she’d improved. He hoped she had.

The situation aggravating, this can surely be called bad luck. A similar scenery repeating again. To begin with, she only arrived and this was what have been awaiting her ? The town or the name was unknown to her, but telling by the crushing reiatsu, this was real. Skeptic at the beginning since the probabilities of this encounter were supposed to be impossible. Much as she wished this to be an illusion, even a bad joke made by this cage of beasts.

But of course, she still didn’t knew too much to defend herself. Not like she was hopeless. Her position as Lieutenant was not going to be mocked now. This title meant more to the Kuchiki than what anyone else could think. Within the passing years, it would be stupid to assume she didn’t changed.

Surprise, even doubt assaulted her mind the moment those violet eyes fixated on the Arrancar. She didn’t made a single move, not even when the death body of the Creeper was thrown on her way, making a puddle of blood under her feet, Rukia didn’t glanced to see it nor to notice how the scarlet droplets stained part of her own clothes thank to the impact. Glance remaining on his figure, that bloodthirsty smile that caused a shiver in someway. This was just as bad as having a horde of monsters chasing her tail. Tch, at the worst of moments. Many doubts assaulted her head considerably. But she needed to get rid off this first, investigating can be left for later.

Time changed many things since their very first encounter. Their war was over. Other started with it too, it was a never-ending cycle of conflicts. Why to waste words on him ? It was not time to speak or attempt to do something that only recalled failure as a result. The shinigami didn’t lowered her zanpakuto, it was more reason to be prepared for whatever treacherous move he could make. Rukia was willing to ignore him too, to take the other Creepers by herself and then get out of the scene…if there were any left. Now the heavier presences of those creatures faded. By looking at the dead body of the one at her feet she assumed the worst, but she was unsure if this can be considered as some sort of wicked favour.

Her expression then took a sudden change, erasing the previous doubt in the harsh and usually calm face. ” I have no reason to fight against you. ” Nor desire to. This was going to be the first and last time she was going to speak to him with such purpose. Fighting pointless battles just to feed the pride and ego, causing devastation to be entertained — Simply sickening. She was not going to raise her sword for something that had no meaning. That was her conclusion to the whole situation and what the blue-haired Arrancar represented.

(Source: iciclereaper, via espada-sexta-deactivated2012071)

This was in the middle of nowhere. In the grey sky, a different shadow lurked among the fog that blurred her sight. In a blink of an eye, she was not in the Soul Society anymore. Within her, black swallow-tail butterflies escorted the woman, matching the grim elegance of what her presence meant.

No one was there except her, and yet, it was obvious that the shinigami was less than lonely. As someone related to death, the unbearable presence of those souls was difficult to ignore. It was almost stupid to pretend they were not there.

Hopeless wandering spirits that weren’t asking for salvation, but it seemed as if they wanted to indulge their pain to anyone else. Attached to this world thanks to their emotions. A crushing mix of regret, sadness, hatred — all of it reunited in a single place, each one managing to crawl under anyone’s skin. It was like a fresh open wound, continually dripping…asking to be noticed.

This place was dangerous in multiple ways, however that was not going to stop her nor made her fear, even if it meant to commit reckless actions such as fighting. It was Rukia’s duty, without question she was going to follow said established rules. Doubts, questions, even emotions could come later. If she lowered her guard, everything was going to be over.

Fingers tapping the handle of her zanpakuto to unleash it in the very needed moment, awaiting for the one who thought she was a good prey. Among the fog, another shadow dared to appear but not approach to Rukia, who didn’t dared to follow it with her gaze, however, she awaited until the attack. Finally and in mid-air, the shadow of a beast decided to finally get its prey, by aiding herself with a shunpo step to end behind it, unsheathing her zanpakuto at the same time. But this one could equally her own speed, once again turning to tackle her with its wide open mouth, willing to bite off her head.

Finally daring to slash it when it came to attack her, aiming to the whole head, the Creeper evaded it by jumping to the side but she wasn’t going to let it escape easily, her blade merely slashing part of it’s leg. It was not sever, but it actually helped.

The creeper hide again in the mist. This creature despite resembling the same brutality of a hollow, carried its own unique manner of work, at least it seemed to. It was more intelligent than what she expected. Silence disturbed by a sudden shriek of pain, then other others just starting to announce their arrival to the scene.

” I am not here to play. ” Saying this under her breath, expression remaining cold, the petite reaper pointed the blade to where she felt another presence coming, getting ready for the worst —