Fourth Division Medical Room
Aug 15, 2017 15:03:29 GMT -6
Post by Gin Ichimaru on Aug 15, 2017 15:03:29 GMT -6
Gin chuckled darkly at that turn of phrase in her threat.
Kisuke's eyes narrowed at him as he turned from his daughter. "And what's so funny, Ichimaru?"
Gin waved his good hand, pausing at a line of blood across his pale skin. "I'm sorry, but as I have been hunted almost as fervently as any of you have hunted hollows." He raised his hand to lick at the blood and then shrugged, realizing it was a shallow injury. "I find her choice of word highly ironic."
He stepped back from his former lover and picked up Shinsou from where the zanpakuto had fallen.
"You sure you don't want to go one more round, dearest?" he mocked.
Kita screamed and threw her power, making a dent in the wall.
Gin chuckled from behind her. "You have to pay more attention, dearie. Not all enemies will wait for you to crush them. Some," he disappeared again as she turned on him and reappeared on top of a nearby roof, "will find that method of fighting highly boring after first being exposed to it."
He stood, looking at the crowd that had gathered, blood running down one side of his white kimono, and then bowed.
"Farewell, Kita Miyamoto-Tervaden and her handler, Kisuke Urahara, now sitting in the noose that is the Commander's chair. You proved to be much more fun than Aizen-san after he lost his temper in that dungeon of yours. But I have no wish to see if my madness will hold in there. And this game," he lifted from his crouch, eyes glittering, his hand on his blade, "has soured."
Shinsou swung out towards the shopkeeper in a blinding flash of steal, spilling blood.
And Gin vanished.
Kisuke's eyes narrowed at him as he turned from his daughter. "And what's so funny, Ichimaru?"
Gin waved his good hand, pausing at a line of blood across his pale skin. "I'm sorry, but as I have been hunted almost as fervently as any of you have hunted hollows." He raised his hand to lick at the blood and then shrugged, realizing it was a shallow injury. "I find her choice of word highly ironic."
He stepped back from his former lover and picked up Shinsou from where the zanpakuto had fallen.
"You sure you don't want to go one more round, dearest?" he mocked.
Kita screamed and threw her power, making a dent in the wall.
Gin chuckled from behind her. "You have to pay more attention, dearie. Not all enemies will wait for you to crush them. Some," he disappeared again as she turned on him and reappeared on top of a nearby roof, "will find that method of fighting highly boring after first being exposed to it."
He stood, looking at the crowd that had gathered, blood running down one side of his white kimono, and then bowed.
"Farewell, Kita Miyamoto-Tervaden and her handler, Kisuke Urahara, now sitting in the noose that is the Commander's chair. You proved to be much more fun than Aizen-san after he lost his temper in that dungeon of yours. But I have no wish to see if my madness will hold in there. And this game," he lifted from his crouch, eyes glittering, his hand on his blade, "has soured."
Shinsou swung out towards the shopkeeper in a blinding flash of steal, spilling blood.
And Gin vanished.
