First DanceChad came past Rukia at a sprint. She paused in the dark street, turning to watch him. She could sense Ichigo and one of the arrancar up ahead, but she didn’t think it was fear that made him keep running, avoiding her eye contact.First Dance1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The air around her was alive with spiritual pressure. The instincts that allowed her to overlay this world and its heavy solidity with the lights and currents of the spirit realm tonight let her see where the other shinigami were stationed. All those who could would fight, she realised, would fight. This was the first incursion.
In the next street, she found Ichigo.
She had to force herself past her initial shock when she saw his opponent because it was a hollow, yet not a hollow. Its presence was like a rent in the landscape. The size of a human, seemingly male and dressed entirely in white, it was quite unlike any hollow she had ever faced. Bandages on its head covered protuberances that might have been horns. Its mask was not visible, but she didn
Meetings Gone Wrong Chapter 2 - The SentenceMere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.Meetings Gone Wrong Chapter 2 - The Sentence1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
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The dim, ominous lighting of the octagonal chamber shone down from above on the center of the room, illuminating the two rows of seats in an eerie fashion. These rows were angled towards the room’s center, every seat evenly spaced from one another. Adorning each were rectangular plagues decorated with a single number placed in front of the chairs. The individuals settled behind these veils were masked from the view of all below, obscuring their identities for protection. Among the rows, nearly half of the seats were vacant; void of any presence, leaving large holes in the assembly. Those that were present sat stiffly; not moving a single muscle as they silently watched the being standing before them.
The resounding voice of one of the judges abruptly boomed through the room, “Yamamoto-Soutaichou.” There was