Mint Strawberry (Murasaki/Elyss)

Knock. Knock. Knock. Ah, whatever. Murasaki would find herself approached by Elyss, her office invaded without a care for proper whatever and such. The first thing anyone would notice is the fact that Elyss is not dressed in her uniform. Nope. Instead she’s in a normal outfit; white T with blue jeans. Bam! Her hand is on Murasaki’s desk, her nails done and all that stuff. Ah, what’s that smell? Is it ichigo? Elyss’ face is red as she would stare down her Captain, narrowed eyes and all.

“You. Let’s go.”

Going? Going… Ah...

“I want to show you something, something important.”

Her explanation doesn’t exactly explain anything, but it’s clear that the redhead has a goal, a surprise goal. Would it prove worthwhile in the end? That isn’t an answer that anyone but Murasaki could give. That’s not something she'll be able answer unless she takes that chance. However, it seems Elyss dressing up is enough for her Captain. What is up with people gushing over her looking different? Tch. She has her nails done, so what? Himiko did them when they were together, so what? It’s not like Elyss actually feels cute or happy or whatever.

“I’ll be outside.”

Yeah, outside. She shouldn’t be there as Murasaki changed, even if she’s curious. Ah. Anyway, she’s already heading out the door. Whatever. Curiosity killed the cat. She’s not a Shihoin or anything.

Ya know, if Murasaki had put on a more green outfit, Elyss probably would have compared her to a Christmas tree. Thinking that has put the image into her head at least. Though, she quickly shakes that off. Murasaki looks nice. Maybe that means more people will look at her, overlooking Elyss. That’s good. Without a word, Elyss begins walking. They have a ways to go before they reach where Elyss wants to take the woman.

“It’s lunch… A thanks for, ya know, stuff.” Great explanation. Still doesn’t tell anyone where they’re going, and that’s perfectly fine.

Hopefully not just lunch. Man. What is this woman expecting? Shopping? A spa? Arcade games? Actually, does the Rukongai have arcade games? Probably not. Elyss isn’t 100% sure about Soul Society sometimes. There are walking robots, but then there are tin homes. Such thoughts might not seem too relevant, but they are heading someplace a bit far, stuck between the market districts and the outer districts. Either way, it’s a bit of a walk.

“So, we’re friends? I don’t think we’ve spent that much time together, Captain.”

Well, that’s harsh, but Elyss definitely doesn’t consider herself Murasaki’s friend. It has nothing to do with her Captain, and all to do with herself. Who would consider someone who attacked them a friend? Especially when it’s unclear if such an incident might happen again. People are weird. They’re all so straightforward and surprising with how they feel about things and whatnot. Bwah. She just needs to keep her thoughts together for what’s to come.

“Wouldn’t that make us more like acquaintances?”

Not to question how Murasaki dictates her personal life, but Elyss just doesn’t get the whole befriending people thing. Well, more like, she doesn’t understand how you can just call someone a friend so easily. Yeah, Elyss knows people who she’s on good terms with, but to call them her friends just like that feels wrong. Saisei and her had fun, but he’s just an acquaintance she’s fond of, someone she may never see again. She can’t just call someone like that her friend. Murasaki is… It’s surprising Murasaki considers them friends considering everything…

“We’re here.”

You’d miss it if you weren’t looking for it, the border between the kind of nice Rukongai and the shit Rukongai. Reconstruction is taking a while. Despite all the work being done, it’s obvious that it could take years before the outer regions of the Rukongai are even touched adequately. That’s just how large Soul Society is. However, right now, that doesn’t matter. The two women find themselves before a small saloon that resembles something you’d find in a show about cowboys. Elyss, skipping the pleasantries of explaining anything, walks through the swinging doors.

Inside, the place is lit with ceiling lights, much of the light coming in from outside. Tables, scattered about, are full of patrons eating a wide variety of things. One thing they have in common is the alcoholic stench that’s all about. Elyss, seeming undisturbed by it, would take a deep breath before sighing. It seems that little bit of movement is enough to catch the attention of some of the patrons who would pause. This simply causes a domino effect that has the place falling silent, everyone staring at the redhead. Though, the next moment, they all lift up their drinks and cry out, “Elyss!” And the chattering starts back up as the redhead huffs.

“Idiots…” She’d mutter before checking that Murasaki followed. “Let’s head to the bar.” And, that’s the plan before Elyss is scooped up without forewarning, her feet at least 3 feet off the ground as a giant of a man lifts her off the ground, his form dwarfing even Murasaki by a whole foot. “Haha! It’s big sis Ely!” At first, Elyss’ face is scrunched with distaste before it settles on nothing as she sighs and stops struggling against this large man.

“This is Doo- I mean Roofus, Murasaki.”