Re: The Worst Awakening Ever [CLOSED: Rokuro/Yue]

Sun Jun 28, 2015 11:33 am

Artist: Trigun - The First Donuts: Yellow Alert / Word Count: 375

"I...I think she does! Kinda...thank you." Isane replied, with a slight blush on her face. There was more to that friendship than anyone knew, some details being rather embarrassing. Though she was a little saddened because the old lady didn't have any news from the front, her request would not be denied. The impossibly tall girl needed to lower herself quite a bit to be able to support her newfound friend, and her barely concealed expressions of pain and exertion, coupled with shaky legs easily gave away that she wasn't really in the shape to press on. But neither injury nor exhaustion could make her refuse a kind request from the elderly woman, especially not after she outed herself as a friend of Captain Unohana.

Her thoughts trailed off a bit - she couldn't wrap her head around the name, trying to repeat it silently without raising too much attention. "Ijara do...Nashi-menuto?" She mused on, walking up the hill slow and steady.

"Puhh, this hill sure is steep!" she moaned with a comically sad face, but then something crossed her mind. "The Denreishinki!" Isane exclaimed, and started to search for the small cellphone-like device in her Shihakusho. It didn't take long for her to procure it, only to find out that it was drenched in mud. She started to rub it against her clothing frantically until the display was visible, the mechanism didn't respond though until she gave it a good shake (which gave an unsettling, rattling noise, indicating that something might be loose in there). A few taps on different buttons, and a faint ringing could be heard - nobody answered though.

~~Somewhere in the 4th Division quarters, an antiquated device began ringing under its display case.~~

"Ah, it's of no use...they must be too busy. Please don't be angry, but I'll have to get going soon. I just hope everyone's allright. Nee-san stayed here too..."

After they arrived, Isane took the gourd off, but after being offered a drink herself, she hastily declined, just as manners dictate. "Thank you, Ijara-sama, but I must decline. I'm really not that good at holding my liquor, you see." Of course she greatly misunderstood the meaning of her words, but nothing else could be expected from her at this stage really.

Mon Jun 29, 2015 9:05 am

Ignoring Isane's polite rejection of the offered drink, the old woman began pouring two cups of liquid out of the gourd. It was sweet smelling rum made of sugar canes. A scent of heavy alcohol spread through the shack, that made anyone not familiar with it take a step back.

For a moment Ijara just stood there, looking up into Isane's eyes, pondering what to do. < Should I keep it from her? It must be quite a shock. But then, better she hears it from a friendly face. > It was hard to admit to herself, but for some inexplicable reason, the priestess was taken with the large, clumsy girl. < There's something about this one, I'm sure Unohana-san sees it, too. >

A heavy sigh, then with a friendly, but insisting "sit with me for a moment", followed by a not-so-friendly and surprisingly quick push into the opposing armchair, Ijara began to speak softly.

"Kotets... Isane-san, listen to me please. About your slight delay on your way here..."

"Well, ain't no pretty way to say it so.... Well the fact of the matter is, over 400 years have passed since the gotei were betrayed by Aizen Sousuke."

Mon Jun 29, 2015 11:26 am

Artist: Trigun - The First Donuts: Yellow Alert / Word Count: 375

The lady only needed to open the gourd to make Isane take the aforementioned step back, with an intimidated look on her face. "Woah, that's some booze right there, heh-heh." She was a bit stunned by the sudden invitation to sit, and the subsequent push quickly put her into her place, making the chair emit a rather dangerously sounding cracking noise.

It didn't take too long for her to realize why it was better to be seated. Somewhere around half of her first cup she snorted loudly, eyes widening in surprise. The booze subsequently rose into her nasal cavity, resulting in a very unpleasant burning sensation and a fit of sneezing which she couldn't suppress for too long. Her sneezing was rather quiet and girlish, which made it even more hilarious. Soon afterwards a rather agitated laugh could be heard.

"Eheheh...Ijara-sama! T'was a good joke, very clever! I wonder how you knew that I was trapped in the Dangai after the Battle of Fake Karakura Town..." she giggled, but the smile soon started to fade from her face as the realization dawned upon her.

"It was only a jest...right, Ijara-sama? There is no way..."

Mon Jun 29, 2015 4:56 pm

Despite the grave news that she had just delivered, Ijara couldn't help but grin at the clumsyness of the girl infront of her and the somehow unfitting girlish sneeze.

But she soon returned to a serious expression and put her hand on Isane's arm.

"I'm afraid tis true. I must admit..." *a slight cackle in her throat* "... I might have lost track of time for a bit, and could be off by no more than 50 or 100 years. But there's no mistake that you have lost time, and quite alot of it."

< I really wonder why Unohana never mentioned her. Come to think off it, where is Sensei? I haven't seen her in ... ages. >

"Why don't you tell me what happened to you after the battle?"

Tue Jun 30, 2015 12:27 pm

Artist: Trigun - The First Donuts: Yellow Alert / Word Count: 375

Isane couldn't help but sit there silent for a while. Vivid thoughts raced through her mind. What if the old hag wasn't jesting? But her host didn't really leave her much time to dwell on the matter. She took another cup of the rum, and became more and more talkative as a slight blush started spreading over her face.

"I...I don't know where to begin, really. I mean, you're surely familiar with...uhh, this is so confusing. Let me start over again. Now, me and Unohana taichou were aiding the Hueco Mundo task force, tending to the wounded as ordered by Yamamoto soutaichou. My Captain left ahead of me, and soon thereafter I joined them in Fake Karakura town to patch up our folks who had been injured or fallen to the Espada and their Fracción. After I was done, I volunteered to return to Soul Society, so that I could offer my help to the casualties on our side. Then, soon after I've stepped through the Senkaimon, things started to get bad."

She let out a weary sigh, but continued just after a sip of the rum. She seemed to like it, even though she was making weird faces after each gulp.

"You see, when we travel through a Senkaimon, there is usually a Jigokuchou, a Hell Butterfly to guide us, sparing us the inconvenience of traveling through the Dangai. I did not wait for the Central to issue a guide to me, and took the dangerous path instead. With my luck, I...I got caught up in the current and then the Koutotsu came and everything turned upside down, and there was purple muck all around and I was scared to death and then I passed out, flying at the next moment...um...right towards a cabbage field. *hiccup* But you...you don't mean that, don't you? That can't be true...that's impossible!"

Her voice rose as she got more and more excited. The alcohol obviously didn't mellow her out either. This could end rather badly.

Thu Jul 02, 2015 7:38 am

The priestess listened to the girl's story with interest, and it brought back memories of a younger (still old, but younger) self of hers during the time of Aizen Sousuke's betrayal. Once she had also travelled through a Senkaimon and her guide, a handsome young shinigami, had warned her of the Koutotsu.

< So this is what happens when that train hits you. >

By the end Ijara was really getting impatient, and started to look around her shack for anything - anything - that could prove it was true, finding nothing. How could she prove the current date to Isane, if she herself wasn't really too sure about the proper decade? The shack didn't contain any modern technology either, that might not have been around 400 years ago.

Though she was thoroughly used to it, the rum was still taking it's effect on the old woman as well, and she was a bit unsteady when she got up from her chair.

"Damnit, puta caralho, believe me already, it's quite true. There's probably a reason that phone-thing of yours didn't work earlier."

She sighed, lit a large cigar and leaned back in her seat.

"You know, if you don't believe me, why don't we go to the gotei tomorrow? I'd really like to visit sensei, but it's no place for an old woman traveling alone, with the war and all."

Fri Jul 03, 2015 3:45 am

Artist: Trigun - The First Donuts: Yellow Alert / Word Count: 375

"Well, you know...it is a bit strange that no one answered..." she said, in a weirdly melodic voice. She was clearly getting tipsy, just as the reddish blush under her eyes indicated. Booze didn't really seem to be one of her strengths, even though the rum was quite strong considering the standards in Seireitei. She fiddled around with the denreishinki until it fell out of her hand. She swiftly bowed down to pick it up, but overshot it a little with this hasty maneuver. Her head rammed the table with a clearly audible *clunk*, and soon she rose again, pressing her hand against the oblong pink mark on her forehead in pain.

"Ow, ow, ow..." she exclaimed, and a glance at the phone-like apparatus sent her into further shock, as the display was clearly broken. "Nooo, I knew this would happen! I'm such a klutz..."

She stood up, but not before drinking the third cup of rum to the bottom. Rejuvenated (and even less graceful than before) she strolled over to her host to help her get up and move on with her journey. Then she sat down again, utterly confusing the tipsy Vice Captain.

"I...*hiccup*...I suppose we can, methinks. We can, like...go through the north gate. Yeah, that's a good plan. Lets...lets take it easy. Unohana taichou'd like it that way. And this...now this, is some mighty good stuff. Uhm, yeah. Tomorrow it is, then. But not a day later!"