The Worst Awakening Ever [CLOSED: Rokuro/Yue]

Thu Jun 25, 2015 12:18 pm

Artist: Trigun - The First Donuts: Yellow Alert / Word Count: 730

Her struggle has finally come to an end. After spending three days trapped in the currents of the world in-between, she greeted the light of the Kōtotsu with a resigned smile. She heard the tales of course, but someone getting caught in the Precipice World was such a rarity that nobody really knew what would happen if something like this came to pass.

"It hasn't even been three minutes in Soul Society yet. I just hope Unohana taichou doesn't notice. Maybe...maybe I'll get lucky. Please let me get lucky...just this once!" - Isane thought as she surrendered to the sinking feeling as the Cleaner swept over her, engulfing her in a most harsh manner. She felt like being strapped to a mag-lev - her eyes closed slowly as her consciousness faded away.

The cold wind around her howled like the darkest tempest, and some unseen force seemed to reach right into her stomach and pull her down relentlessly. It took moments for her to realize she was falling - her eyes opened wide to see the forests of northern Rukongai approaching at an alarming rate. The futile attempts to keep her strands of silver hair out of her eyes and mouth required her to spin around and snap her head back - usually an easy feat, except when you have been drained for three days straight by fighting the purple currents of the Dangai.

"This is bad!" she said, clenching her fists in a fit of determination.

Isane gathered her last remaining fragments of strength. She had not submitted to the currents and fought them until the rejuvenated Cleaner propelled her out of his in-between dimension. Dying to a fall like this would be a most embarassing way to go. One had but to imagine the hilarity of such an inscription on a gravestone "Here lies Isane Kotetsu, Vice Captain of the 4th. Fell out of the sky, didn't land very gracefully." The fear of something like this happening was even stronger than the will to live. Therefore she pushed her arms forward against the torrent of air, the arms of her Shihakusho pulling up to her shoulders. She assumed a spreadeagle position, steering herself towards a thin plummet of smoke she espied between the trees, rising from something that looked like a small meadow. As her course was set she closed her arms in front of her, joining her palms at their base, forming a shell. A small, blue ball of energy started pulsating in her grasp, and a fluttering cry of desperation echoed through the air.

"Bakudo # 37, Tsuriboshi!"

The suspending star flew forth, its arms expanding a long way below her. She could clearly see the spell succeeding. A smile of childish relief crossed her face, which was soon to fade as the impact came closer. She curled up into a ball, crossing arms and legs, and letting out a loud yelp before sinking into the fabric - little did she expect what happened next.

Her feet got caught in the elastic material, causing her to plummet forward, planting herself into the suspending star face-first. And if that wasn't enough, the Kido, seemingly strong enough to hold her ruptured just in the middle. First, her head slipped through, then her shoulders - and no matter how she tried to spread her legs, she couldn't stop the fabric from ripping further.

"WAAAAAH!" - Isane cried out, just before she took a nose dive into the vegetable field a few feet below, faceplanting herself into a large cabbage head. This was just the beginning of her torment however, for her Kido didn't manage to rob her of all her momentum, which sent her sliding down the slope of the garden, uprooting everything in a thin arc right before her. Arriving at the foot of the slope she toppled over and smashed her bottoms into the fence in an impossible head over heels position. At the end of her inglorious journey she looked more like an earthworm than a shinigami, or some weird girl-dish decorated hastily with a heap of salad scrambled together from the various fruits of the garden.

"OW! Owwwie...it hurts... x.x" she whimpered painfully, trying to woozle her legs out of the woodwork.
"Ungh, I really hope nobody saw this..."

Thu Jun 25, 2015 1:13 pm

A little boy was sitting in the garden, playfully wriggling his toes in the mud, enjoying the shining sun on his body, in his hand a kitchen knife, a plate and a pile of onions next to him. He was without a care in the world, just he and his chores, when a weird alien monster crash-landed right next to him. He jumped up, took a few steps back, the knife pointed at the weird thing infront of him.

The thing didn't seem to notice him, and the longer the boy mustered the alien carefully, the funnier and less intimidating the thing started to look. After a moment the boy said: "Are you a salad monster?"

Thu Jun 25, 2015 1:53 pm

Artist: Trigun - The First Donuts: Yellow Alert / Word Count: 285

Barely able to move from her ungraceful crash-landing, Isane turned her head towards the child. His comment made her spit out the copious amounts of greenery she had still stuck in her mouth due to the sheer surprise. She got herself upright and jumped to her feet, sweeping herself clean frantically. Her face was as red as a beet - she seemed much more embarrassed by the situation than angry at the cheeky jest.

"Whaaa? Salad monster?! Do I really...ugh, get this off...(Seriously, do I look like a sasquatch?...This is so embarrassing) "

Just as she noticed a carrot stuck in a rather uncomfortable place, she pulled her Shihakusho together and turned half-away, shouting comically at the boy in frustration.

"I'm none of the sorts! More importantly, is that a way to talk to your elders?!"

Strangely, her body seems to have forgotten the fact that her last reserves were gone the moment she fell from the sky like a clumsy shooting star. Her legs soon began to waver like jelly and she fell to her knees with an exhausted, pained expression. She was likely still towering over the little boy - her height was a real curiosity, unmatched by any female in the Gotei 13 during her time.

"Oww...this really hurt."

She rubbed her thighs and bottom in visible discomfort. Her eyes even got a bit teary, but considering the height from which she fell, her relatively healthy state was quite a miracle. She may have really gotten lucky this time.

"I...I'm sorry. I didn't want to yell at you. I'm a Shinigami, you see...I mean no harm, I promise. Can...can you tell me, um...where we are right now? I mean, besides the garden."

Thu Jun 25, 2015 2:38 pm

The sun was still high above the large area that was clearly not a small garden, but more of a plantation of sorts. All kinds of fruittrees, bushes and palmtrees grew, dutifully standing in line, between fields of cabbages, carrots, and corn. The ground was muddy, it must have rained not too long ago, but most of the ground between the fields was grass and flowers. In the distance up the slope of the garden stood a small shack, smoke rising out of the chimney and a hammock linked to two trees that grew under the porch. There was noone else in sight.

The boy's eyes narrowed as he was reprimanded by the alien creature. Instinctively he began answering the question. "This is our garden, my mom and I live here all..." Suddenly the kid paused, puzzled, contemplating. "Wait a second. Oh yeah? You are not fooling me!" His voice became fierce.

"Tell me, if you're NOT a salad monster, why do carrots grow out of you? You smell like salad, too. Yeah... You know what, I think you ARE a salad monster. And I'm gonna cook you for dinner!"
The boy gave a crooked smile.

With a thunderous battlecry, the knife high in the air, the little boy started running.

Thu Jun 25, 2015 4:30 pm

Artist: Trigun - The First Donuts: Yellow Alert / Word Count: 354

"You and your mother? Where is...carrot? Eek!" she squeaked, throwing the muddy carrot out of her cleavage. The young shinigami turned her head soon thereafter and paused as she witnessed the sudden change in the boy's demeanor. It was quite clear what he was up to, and she didn't like it, not a bit.

"Wha...no, no, nonono! Put that down! Everything is slippery, you're gonna hurt yourself!"

She raised her hands in defense, waving frantically to try and dissuade the boy from his reckless charge, but it soon became apparent that this wouldn't solve the problem at all, and suddenly she became more worried about her own well being than that of the youngster's. She grabbed the fence and pulled herself up, hurling herself over it and tearing her garment open in the same motion.

"Whyyyyy! Why do things like this have to happen to meeee!"

She ran as fast as her soaked rabbit-feet could carry her. It all felt so unreal, she wasn't sure whether it was a dream or not. The former seemed to be more and more the case. She skipped over cabbage heads and pumpkins, sprinting towards the edge of this treacherous garden. Unfortunately she didn't notice the strawberry bushes snaking along the muddy ground, and as her tabi got caught in the winding tangle, she stumbled forward in something akin to a salto. Lying on her back, incapacitated, she tried to get back up again in vain, and as the kid drew closer, she turned over to face him again, pleading tearfully, in spite of the long katana hanging from her sash.

"Please, please, please stop! I'm a Shinigami! Look...could a monster have something like this?" she whimpered, pointing towards her Vice Captain badge which bore the same bellflower symbol and the number "Yon" as the garment of her squadmates or even those of the Captain.

"Unohana taichou!!!!" she screamed, eyes closed, in an attempt to call upon the kindly spirit of her superior to awaken her from this (admittedly, very weird) nightmare. It worked before, when the Kamaboko-anglerfish-cake-monster-thing tried to pull her into its stinky, baked gullet. Maybe it'll work now.

Thu Jun 25, 2015 5:17 pm

The kid stopped in his tracks, only a few feet away from turning Isane into salad. Flabberghasted, all fierce expression gone from his face, he lowered the knife.

"Wait... ... how do you know Unohana-sensei?" For a second the kid's voice sounded all different, probably because he was so surprised.

" No matter. You wait here."

Before anything could stop him the boy ran off, spreading his arms out like an airplane making propeller noises. In the distance he yelled "Just waaaait. I'll bring Granny here in a second."

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Only a few moments had passed, when the bushes were parted from the opposite direction the kid had taken off in. A figure stumbled into view, barely able to walk straight. An old woman in a dirty, puffy white dress appeared, the face contorted into an angry grimace, her eyes sparkling with fury, her face and nose red from liquor. She stank so heavily of smoke and alcohol it was more effective than pesticides on the surrounding plants.

Totally ignoring Isane on the ground, the old woman rushed past her towards the devastated berry bushes.

Speaking in a heavy, drawn out accent (not improved by her level of intoxication), she shouted at the top of her voice.

"Mhhhhhkayyyy.. Woo did sis? What fucking aaaassssshole desssoyed my garrrden?" I'ma showww... you motherless fucking cunnts..."

Then her eyes focused on the carved up fields. The old woman sank to her knees, revealing the incredible dirt on her soles of her feet and began to shake uncontrollably.

"Ok, that's it. WHAT HAPPENED TO MY CABBAGES?"

Fri Jun 26, 2015 12:52 am

Artist: Trigun - The First Donuts: Yellow Alert / Word Count: 354

As the boy finally calmed down, she let herself sink to the ground, using a pumpkin as a makeshift pillow while letting out a moan of discomfort.

"So dirty...but it's no good. I can barely keep my eyes open!"

She closed her eyes and sighed audibly. Her thoughts began to race, and that wasn't a good thing. She realized there was something off about the whole situation - she wondered why the contradiction wasn't obvious to her. Maybe the excitement clouded her judgement?

"Didn't he say he lives here with her mum, not his grannie? I'm fairly sure he said mum...how weird."

As the old woman drew closer, it became more and more apparent that there was something amiss, but she didn't dare call her out for that. Not just yet. Grannie seemed to be furious and quite drunk, a combination which is not very healthy for either of them. Laying low wasn't an option however - she was sure those angry eyes had already espied her, even without the boy's telling. Not that she would be hard to spot, even among the leafy vines and woodwork...but an apology was in order.

"Um...I...I think it was me, who trashed your garden. I'm truly sorry, Ma'am." she muttered submissively, straightening herself up and gazing at the ground with her pleading, big eyes, her fingers buried in her untidy hair in anxiety. Like a child waiting for the just scolding she deserves. One could tell however that she was exhausted and injured, which only added to her pitiful appearance.

Sat Jun 27, 2015 2:27 pm

"Oh?"

A cackle rose from the old throat, followed by a full-hearted huehuehuehuehuehue that was probably meant to be laughter, but sounded kinda scary for a moment.

The old woman smiled and said "well, well, I haven't been Ma'am'ed in a while." The drunkenness was almost completely gone from her voice, her accent more contained now. She paused, intensely looking Isane up and down.

"Well, at least you are polite. I'm glad to see Sensei still carefully chooses her company. You might be a destroyer of cabbages, but you are polite." Towards the end of the sentence she trailed off into a barely audible muttering, that seemed to include the words "youngsters", "these days", "no respect for people's properties".

Heavily leaning on her staff, the old woman came towards Isane, walking alot slower now than before when she had rushed past her, her face unreadable.

"So lemme ask you then, who are you, and what are you doing here in my little recluse"?

Sat Jun 27, 2015 3:14 pm

Artist: Trigun - The First Donuts: Yellow Alert / Word Count: 305

Isane was a tad weirded out by the laughter of the old wench, her face becoming even more scared than before, at least for a moment. Thankfully, there was nothing to be afraid of.

*Oh fie, I'm acting like a grade schooler...If sis would be here, she'd slap me in the back right about now. Get your act together, Vice Captain!*

She shook the muddy vines off her legs and took up a kneeling position, rubbing her tailbone with an uncomfortable expression before she was called upon again. The word "Sensei" sounded out of place somehow, but she realized that the lady must be referring to her Captain.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry about this, it was all an accident, I swear! I didn't mean to be a destroyer of cab...oh! Me? I..." she looked at her badge with a worrisome expression, swiftly tugging the loose bands back to their place. "Isane Kotetsu, 4th Division Vice Captain, at your service. I didn't mean to cause a commotion ma'am...it's just that the last few days were really rough. I...I will personally see to it that the repairs to your stock will be paid in full!"

A deep, weary sigh left her mouth, and it is quite clear that her expression is not only concerning the salary she forfeited just now. She wiped the sweat and spatters of mud from her brow and continued with her explanation.

"On the orders of Captain Unohana of the 4th Division I traveled through the Dangai to provide emergency treatment to those people of Karakura town who have survived the encounter with the traitor Aizen Sousuke...intelligence reported that he had caused considerable havoc before he was brought down by allied forces. My arrival however has been...delayed by unforeseen circumstances. Might I ask whether there has been any news from the relief squads regarding the casualties?"

Sat Jun 27, 2015 4:41 pm

When Isane had finished, the old woman's face fell from surprise.

"Aizen... Sousuke... But that was so..."

Realization dawned, and her eyes turned to quickly concealed pity.

"Where are my manners? Ijara do Nascimento, at your service, vice captain-san. She must like you if she chose you, and know that any friend of unohana-sensei is quite welcome here." A cough. "Alas, I don't know much of what goes on in the rest of rukongai, so I have no news for you." But please, my legs are so tired, would you not help me back to my house?"

Without awaiting an answer, the old, heavy woman leaned on Isane and began walking her up the hill. They walked in silence, the old woman every now and then glancing over, then slightly shaking her head.

The shack came into view, a small single room made of wooden planks, the roof of straw with a simple clay chimney. The smell of smoke and incense was heavy in the air when Ijara opened the door, a fire burning in the fireplace... it looked comfortable, if a bit messy. An abstract picture of what seemed to be a black man holding some kind of spear hung on the far wall, badly painted, but expressive. Two sides of the shack were lined with empty metal hooks.

Ijara immediately lounged into a large armchair.

"Kotetsu-san, was it?" the old woman pointed to a shelf on the kitchen wall. "hand me that gourd over there, and a cup. Actually, make that two cups. You will need a drink, too."

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