#doomxdriven

[kuurosakiis]

@doomxdriven

❝Amagai…?     Why are you here?❞

[samagwi]

"So, you have four arms, but you're the 5th Espada, not the 4th? Sounds like a wasted opportunity to me."

"Those Shinigami bastards just love t' gossip, huh? Who'd you hear about my Resurrección from? Kenpachi? His little pink rugrat? Tch...

Anyways, take it up with Aizen. I didn't give the ranks.

Who the hell are you, anyways?"

[lunarscaled]

"It's said those who can't remember the past are condemned to repeat it," Jin says, while approaching Lyric with a devilish smirk on his face and a wrapped object in hand, "condemnation may be your destiny regardless, given how you carry on, but perhaps there's a small chance you can learn something that may alter your fate."

Jin unwrapped the object in his hand, revealing two actually, two books that were clearly aged, though also well cared for.

One book, in English, was titled 'An Exploration and History of Dragonclad and Related Phenomena', with 'by Lord Milieve, Top of Horns' below.

The other book, in Kanji, roughly translated out to 'Surveillance Report on the Dragon Menace and Suggested Actions for the Consideration of Central 46', and while no author is given, the cover bears the Tsunayashiro Clan seal.

Jin gives these texts to Lyric, though how or when exactly they wind up in Lyric's hands isn't clear-- one moment, they are within Jin's grasp, and a split second later, they appear in Lyric's, as if they had always been there.

"I pulled these relics from my personal collection for you, Kleiner Drache. They are yours now. Be sure to give them a good read at some point."

Jin lets out a chuckle, though his laughter is a cold, ironic laughter, "I would say these are gifts for your momentous celebration today, but I don't think you could ever fathom that notion from me; if nothing else, think of these as a mercy, or pity perhaps, if you're feeling particularly skeptical today."

Jin then turns away, saying, in a tone that almost rang sincere, if not for an underlying air of derision, "have yourself a happy one, now," and in a flash that is followed by a chorus of many small, flapping wings, he's gone.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYRIC

-> The presence of the Bount puts Lyric on edge before he has made himself known to them; their instinct bristles and their skin goosebumps, jaw setting tight as they whip around to empty air. It's only from behind them, always in their blind spot, that he speaks. ——He keeps some distance, likely to not spook them. Approaches in slow, long strides where Lyric's feet slide backwards at half the pace, wary as beasts are to predators. He speaks as if he knows something they do not. Lyric feels their lips curl back to expose their gums as they hiss at his concepts of fate and the unchangeable divine which none can know.

"... why would you wanna give me something like that."

-> He has no reason to. If anyone had stock in their fall, it was Jin, but over and over Lyric finds themselves confused and confounded by him. There are motivations at work they do not pretend to know, and perhaps this is just another small swindle to push Lyric closer to being the feast of a meal he desires of them, enough to be sick off of. He unwraps his gift to reveal texts in the palm of his hand, covers too far for Lyric to read where they're standing, and just as they take their eyes off them to confront him they look down and find they are holding them instead. Since when? Did he move when they blinked? Had they been in their hands all along? ... they don't like how their head hurts. How their pulse picks up and a thumping begins in their chest, as if they are being stalked. Like his teeth are at their neck and he is right behind them.

"... ... how did you know my birthday?"

-> A simple question. A worthwhile one. How did Jin know anything about them that he seemed to know but they never spoke about. Where did he leech his information from. What did it have to do with Lyric. They don't trust it.

"... you're letting me keep this?"

-> They ask as they turn around, but with a wingbeat he is gone. With a flurry of feathers, it is only them, and the books, and the moonlight.

[ryusxnka-moved]

@doomxdriven ( Kusaka! )

" Oi, Kusaka!  ----  Have you had breakfast yet? " he questions his seated companion, extending a normal-flavored riceball in their explicit direction. " Hinamori has given me more of these than I need. Feel free to take it if you would like. " He waits and simpers.

[scnkei]

"Rumour has it," Amagai says, with a chuckle, "that if Kyōraku had turned down the appointment, you would have been the next one chosen as Sōtaichō!"

"Rumor Has It..." meme ,,

❝ Correct. I will become Sōtaichō after Kyōraku- Sōtaichō. ❞ He was next in line. OF COURSE he was. There was no alternative. He respected that Kyōraku's seniority placed him ahead of himself ( not to mention his own performance during the war had been disgraceful ), but he had NO issues with seeing himself as the next candidate. There really wasn't much competition.

He was not surprised that his fate was leading him towards becoming the head of Gotei 13. It was his duty to bring honour to the Kuchiki Clan. He had been born with powers greater than all his predecessors. If he didn't reach at least the position of Sōtaichō, it could be considered nothing but a failure on his part.

He would become Sōtaichō. Renji would take over in the Rokubantai. Anything else was not good enough.

[hxbiris-m]

@doomxdriven said: 🎤 for kaguya, and then 🎤 for avira 👁

SONG MEME || ACCEPTING

Kaguya:

Avira:

[uraharashouten]

🎀 What's the last nice thing you saw pertaining to rp?

[[ meme || Mun Communication Preferences ]]

I'll be honest, this is such a broad question, I'm not sure what it means. "Nice thing" can be interpreted in so many ways. My first thought is an example of folks being kind and considerate of one another in RP, which... while I can't think of a specific example, I do see a lot of on my dash! When I think back to how people were sniping and jealously guarding muses and headcanons back in, say, 2016... it hasn't always been that way. People are way more chill than they were then.

But I also think it's a nice thing when people I haven't seen on my dash in a long time get active again, and there are a few of those who have popped up recently!

I also think it's a nice thing when people have simple, funny banter back and forth, like they're just enjoying the sport without the pressure, and I've seen that too!

And lastly... this may not fit most folks' definition of a nice thing but I do love me some meta, and when someone unexpectedly drops it on the dash!

[titaneus]

What song is stuck in your head right now?

&

How do you feel about frozen yogurt?

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ Munday Meme ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ||OPEN

What song is stuck in your head right now?

The Bird Song (with Em Beihold) - by Noah Floersch

How do you feel about frozen yogurt?

Its really good! I haven't had it in a while but getting frozen yogurts was one of the things I did a lot with my hubby before we moved. i loved getting the cheesecake and chocolate frozen yogurts and mixing it with a tone of toppings!

[reiiishii]

talk about it + places (for Merisi. specifically, the World of the Living-- what do they know about it, and what do they think of it?)

Talk about it (OC meme) // Accepting!

Merisi has no memory of the world of the living (this is due to...a number of factors), but before she became a hollow and ultimately an arrancar she had...rather negative connotations to the world of the living, considering how she died and how she existed until absconding to Hueco Mundo.

If she were to go back to it, it would be with an open mind surprisingly, curiosity & the need to research everything would be at the forefront of everything. Would she return to the place she died? Maybe if she felt compelled, but at this point it's gone, she wouldn't know where to look.

Her family from the living world is dead, they're all gone, and they wouldn't be able to see her anyway, there was zero spiritual awareness within her family. Merisi isn't comfortable with using a Gigai to explore the living anyway, she isn't even sure it's possible with all the things she's been through under Szayelaporro as it stands.

Though if you were to go where her former home was, the faintest of heartbeats can still be heard in the ground below from where she died. If, and IF, she had come across a soul reaper in her time as a hollow in the world of the living, Merisi would have gone to Ryukongai once she was purified.

[madaramee]

@doomxdriven:

"Tell me, Madarame, how lucky do you truly consider yourself to be?" Jin asked, staring down the seated officer with a burning incandescence behind his crimson eyes, and a terrible smirk. "Because it's horribly unfortunate that you have run into me tonight, all on your lonesome."

Kariya Jin. The leader of the Bounts.

In this invasion, he and his squad mates were relegated to watch from the sidelines as other soldiers had their turns to showcase their strength. However, for one of this caliber to find him, isolated and stranded away in one corner of the Seireitei, must have been the worst case scenario.

-- Except for him, "Are ya really asking??" It was the best possible scenario. Grinning widely, the man held himself at fighting position; staring up to the Bount from his lower point.

"This is as lucky as it gets!!"

[fushichoumomo-arch]

Jin, while standing over two unconscious Arrancar here in Las Noches-- the bull masked Rudbornn Chelute and the Privaron Espada Gantenbainne Mosqueda-- looks in the recently arrived Momo's direction and shrugs his shoulders. Smoothly, and almost affably-- if not for his undeniable air of menace-- a smirking Jin then says,

"I'll tell you the same thing I told them, I'm not here as an enemy, don't make one of me, please."

Jin, after eying Momo more closely, then adds, in a way that suggested he knew her, despite this being the first time they had crossed paths, "but I don't think you will make the same mistake; you're far smarter than they are, Hinamori Momo, far smarter than most Arrancar, and most of your former Shinigami friends while we're at it."

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 ; 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 , 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋 , 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 .   ━━     Momo eyed the tall , statuesque man in front of her carefully , gaze burning like a quiet hearth . He clearly thought himself a charmer , hoping that words alone would placate her .

HITSUGAYA TŌSHIRŌ was standing right next to her , face obscured in the shadows of the throne . Chill in the air filled his sister's nostrils , as if to request permission to engage . 

His sister simply waved her hand .

❝ You're not making any demands of me , ❞ she observed , resting her cheek on the back of her hand , ❝ You do well . [ ... ] HOWEVER … I don't believe we've met ; and yet , you speak as if you've known me for a long time . ❞

Though fully aware of the DANGER this man posed [ for facing the Privaron Espada and Captain of the Exequias , in battle , meant certain death for most ] , Momo did not raise her voice . The little time she'd spent in Las Noches , thus far , taught her better than that . Recklessness would only get her killed , here , in the lion's den .   ❝ Your compliments are wasted on me , I'm afraid … if it is LORD AIZEN , that you seek . ❞ 

[lunarscaled]

🥚 from amagai!! he doesn't know what kind of egg it is, but it's big, and for some reason he thinks it's a dragon egg, so of course, he thinks it's best off with lyric!!

-> Lyric holds the egg with both hands and turns it over carefully in their palms—it's practically the size of a human infant, and that makes it unnerving in a way they can't pinpoint. Their nose wrinkles a little, but they try not to appear repulsed in front of a division leader.

"... is it a Hollow egg, Captain Amagai?"

-> Lyric doesn't even think Hollows can lay eggs, actually.

"Am I suppose to hold it until it hatches?"

[ryusxnka-moved]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY THERE. HOPE TODAY HAS BEEN FILLED WITH TONS OF NICE STUFF, AND REALLY GOOD CAKE!! 👏👏👏👏👏👏🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎆🎆🎆🎆

MARK! The one who takes filler characters And make others, me, fall in love with them!! This is so thoughtful and I am twirling. Thank you so much.

[fortunescaling]

questions for the mun meme, In what fandom did you start?

It makes me to cringe to even think about it....but Naruto, which in my defense, almost dated back to 20 years ago.

I was into the series for a short while in my teenage days, until I actually came across Bleach, which made me completely ditched Naruto - Bleach's writing and story felt much more appealing & compelling to me.

Naruto was also the first rp fandom I came across, by complete hazard, back in the days of Myspace.

I remember feeling very intrigued by these folks impersonating their favourite character and decided to jump onto the bangwagon despite having zero knowledge of RP conventions, questionable writing skills and being barely fluent in English. A wild journey it was (lol).

[uraharashouten]

These visits to the Soul Society had now become commonplace. When Tessai had first set foot within the Seireitei after such long absence, a thousand nameless emotions had gripped him. How could a place feel so familiar, yet so strange? The world he had known here with its old structures had been replaced, twice, in his absence, and though the institutions of Gotei, Onmitsukidō, Kidō Corps, and Central 46 still stood, they had been... revised. Reimagined. Some recent changes were welcome... but not all.

That the Kidō Corps had been conspicuously absent in the last war only played into his suspicions of the current administration, and thus he had engaged Ushōda Hachigen in the collaboration of equipping the good folk of the Soul Society with kidō goods useful both in daily life and in battle.

And now his path had led him here within the grounds of the Eleventh Division, where he'd hoped his mission to provision the troops would not prove to be a fool's errand. It had taken decades for his services even to be entertained here, but at long last, despite the bloodlust and zest for battle redolent in the air, and the captain's nonchalance and general dismissal regarding the benefits of kidō, he'd been granted a meeting with the fourth seat, one Okinaha Lyn. Very well; he had prepared his pitch accordingly, and had thus far found a surprisingly open-minded audience. There were no meeting-rooms nor long tables here, or if there were, they'd been long-forgotten or repurposed as storage rooms. Rather, the pair strolled together around the training field, in view of the daily exercises, as they talked.

"I do understand the resistance to personal armor," he was saying to her. "But can you imagine any other benefit—defensive or offensive—that ready-made and easily-deployed kidō could lend to your company?"

@apocalypta-secundus

[kuurosakiis]

Quietly watching Amagai ("somehow") manage to get a mob of people wanting to kill him.