Bump in the Night [OPEN]

Thu Feb 17, 2022 4:21 pm

Kabuto Itagaki

THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE

soul society

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The snap of firewood filled the still night air, smoke trailing loosely into the curtain of stars. A vast plateau surrounded Kabuto, who found himself making do with some idea of a makeshift camp. A small campfire, and a stoop made of stone. A rather elegant pairing.

His eyes bore mindlessly into the fire, conversation having turned inwards - as it does when one is on their "own" for extended periods of time. What, you think going to the seireitei is a bad idea now? the mental shout echoed,

dropp-ng away r-ality

-nd breaki-g

ap-rt

INNER WORLD

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Counciousness dropped away, the scenery pulling away from a quiet night to the pillars of skyscrapers. Alleyways and streets, pristine was they were barren. Kabuto stood alone, the harsh, white lighting seeming to squirm around him.

"No, I'm saying you should go to the human world."" the sky responded, the voice reverberating a half dozen times. "The seireitei is...." it trailed off, the sound of a cutting board filling the air.

A fisherman stood in a storefront, steel moving quickly over an empty cutting board. "Look, it's gonna be trouble you wouldn't want." Yuben'na's gaze shifted up, locking eyes with Kabuto - knife pointing towards his face.

"That is going to make things awkward."

Kabuto's face twisted in confusion, unseen underneath the mask that had materialized. A raised hand traced the metal, a spark of anger rising with Kabuto's response. "Then you can behave yourself, can't you?"

"Me?" Yuben'na scoffed, returning his blade to the cutting board, chopping the air. "I'm not the one you need to be complaining to."

"Handling two of you is harder than one." his words curdled, hand dropping from the mask into a fist. "So yes, you are."

"Not what I meant," the Zankpakuto shrugged in response, "You've got a visitor out there."

THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE

middle of the night

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Kabuto's eyes bolted open, hand gripping the hilt of Yuben'na tightly. The fire was replaced by embers, slowly smoldering into nothing. Silence.

His heartbeat pounding, Kabuto exhaled slowly, focusing, thinking - suffocating in the quiet.

"Who's there?" bravado coated the words, his rising figure a heavy shadow beneath a crescent moon. He attempted, for a moment, to search for nearby reiryoku - a cold laugh sparking inside the back of his skull. Motherfu- Instead, white hot pain shot down the man's spine, brow furrowing in a moment of burning rage.

Worthless.

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