Born is Born is Born is Sound A

Shameless copypasta from another forum because this blog was in dire need of an update.

‘Shy!’, I hear you cry. ‘When are you going to stop digging out old posts from dead Bleach role plays? You don’t even like the series anymore!’ To this query, I replay thusly: SHUTYERFACE. in the most affectionate way possible, mind you. You do know that, right?

I can’t abide Bleach nowadays, but I’m not going to deny that I learnt a lot about role playing after joining so many forums dedicated to it. Because I sunk so much of my time into several forums, I actually threw out posts I liked, and because I am approximately one-sixteenth human, I am sort of bitter that many of these boards died before I could finish all the threads I invested a lot of time into.

And so, we need context! A rather scaly stranger by the name of Lance (property of Aba) cropped up in Mine’s workplace, which features a splendid little garden to hang about in during breaks and what have you (this was all explained in another post, which is terrible and you don’t get to see it ever). It’s just a small slice-of-life sort of affair, but I’m proud of the waffle-to-content ratio.

Read the title backwards if it makes no sense. <3

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Only two steps into resuming her stroll, and the sensation of a hurried wing clipping the shell of her ear put a stop to Mine’s wander. A flurry of blinks mimicked the delicate appendages, fluttering over a pair of eyes intent on tracing the swallow’s pronged tail feathers as they followed the swift, winding path sliced into the air by frantic wings. It was with a touch of curiosity that her own feet crossed stepping stone after stone, pursuing the creature and its passionate - if not terrified - twittering along the garden path until its tiny form escaped her gaze, tail feathers lost to the lush canopy of yet another, far taller, tree top. For but a handful of moments she could only imagine what had inspired such a sudden shock fear in that miniature heart, then her curiosity waned, her pondering wavered, and before long Mine could hear the footfalls of the culprit. Her intrigue sparked once more, like a cigarette lighter low on fuel.

Turning upon her heel to face the guilty party was all the movement required for an answer. Skin substituted for a film of emerald scales, fulvous eyes laid under rows of darker plates, an illusion of furrowed brows. It was a wonder that the poor creature had remained capable of escape, for keeling off of its perch after succumbing to a coronary seemed far more likely. Mine was many things – a warrior, a poet, and an aficionado of progressive rock – but she was no fragile bird, the concept of fear, felt by her fleeting companion, was a no more than a stranger locked out of her mind, unable to find where she hid the key. Not even the continued approach of this reaper provided fear with an ajar window to clamber through. Slender fingertips encased in charcoal black gloves meshed together and made their home upon her stomach, a demure stance free from terror and adopted out of choice, for the apparel donned by the being signified him as an ally, not a foe.

The subtle widening of her unsuspecting eyes became her only indication of surprise, the sort of look she would have given to the stranger had he been sporting a striking scarlet Mohawk and not the anatomy of an anthropomorphic reptile.

"Good morning, Miss."

“And to you, Sir.” A greeting combined with an equally courteous bow. Initial surprise fell into the pitfall cunningly covered by her magnificent curiosity, confusion completely concealed behind a smile as serene as it was unfaltering. What, exactly this guest’s reasons were for crossing into the eighth’s domain she could only wonder – but whatever his business, she knew for a fact that she had no place in it. Common sense, as always, directed her to the fact that the majority of business often fell to her commander.

Whether he participated in it, however, was his decision alone. ”I’m afraid that Captain Kyōraku is elsewhere at the moment.” Which, she had learnt within her first week as his subordinate, was a creative way of saying he was currently dodging paperwork, or having a drink. Perhaps accomplishing the former by sneaking off to enjoy the latter. ”...and I could not tell you when he will be returning. You may have to pay us another visit later.”