Post by Accalia Swanguard on Sept 30, 2013 23:30:29 GMT -5
Accalia had been walking the streets at night, the glistening light of the moon reflecting of of her snow white hair. The captain’s pace was slow and steady, so much so that she felt like she was floating on the tiles beneath her. The air was cool and moist, perfect for her duties tonight. Such duties consisted, at least tonight, of absolutely nothing. She was free to pace the maze of seiretei to her heart’s content. It was her usual routine, aside from the paperwork that often kept her from enjoying the company of the stars. This night, however, was special.
It was the Soul Society’s winter solstice, a full moon and the shortest day of the year. Every year, no matter how much work that had to be done, Lady Swanguard spent this time under the light of her patron mother, Artemis, the moon.
As she approached a dead end, one that she knew well, a light jump and flash of reiatsu sent her to the roof, where her very human, modern clothing was outlined against the view of Sogyoku Hill. She softly set herself down, using her Haori as a blanket of sorts to make the laying position more comfortable. Her knees bent and her fingers laced over her belly button, Accalia’s loose hair waved out around her head. Above her dark blue, short skirt, her blouse was loosely buttoned, letting the air kiss her abdomen. She sighed and closed her eyes. It was peaceful, and there were few things that could ruin this night for her.
Post by Ryuuto Shirogane on Oct 4, 2013 13:23:08 GMT -5
If Ryuuto were ever asked which season was his favorite, winter would be his answer. However, it's also the time when many of his most painful moments of life took place. The death of his mentor and brother when he was living, the death of his best friend in Soul Society, and his own death were the major ones that all happened during winter. As such, he saved one day where he would mourn and make peace with his losses: the winter solstice.
It was a clear and beautiful night, as it has always been since his stay at Seireitei. Snow was very rare, and only appeared a handful of times since his undead life. As he walked along the roofs among the maze-like structure, he carefully carried a decently-sized bag. Tonight, he donned the clothes he would wear as the feared "White Fang of the East." His navy-blue shirt and pants were present, but over it was instead an olive flak jacket. His cloth headband now had a metal guard, with the insignia of his mercenary group proudly etched onto it. Instead of the shinigami footwear, he was wearing navy blue sandals, and on his hands were fingerless gloves.
As he walked by, he saw a figure up ahead. Getting closer, he saw that it was Captain Accalia of squad 8. He and she haven't met much at all, though he was curious to know more about those outside his squad. "I'm surprised to see you here, Captain Accalia. And here I thought captains were bombarded by paperwork 24/7."
A single eye flutters open and Accalia examines her new company. He wasn’t wearing a uniform and so was breaking regulation, not like she was one to talk. She was laying here in a miniskirt and blouse, using her haori as a comforter. She was just the epitome of captainhood right now. She wasn’t working, which is something her new ‘friend’ didn’t fail to mention either. All she’d wanted tonight was some peace and quiet. I suppose it doesn’t matter, she thought, as long as he isn’t too disruptive. She closed her eyes again and sighed through her nose.
It’s socially proper to reply when people engage you in conversation, isn’t it.
“Yeah it is!”
And she’s here. That didn’t take long. Getsuren Tenshi’s voice rang in Accalia’s ears. The captain of squad eight didn’t dislike her Zanpakuto by any means; she’d just come to the realization that Getsuren is good at disturbing the peace.
“I was actually planning on leaving you alone tonight, but then this guy showed up and since the solitude and peace was already ruined I decided ‘ah, what the hell.” “Don’t you think you jumped the gun a little bit? I could still ask him to leave.”
Getsuren’s voice shifted away from it’s more natural giddy tone to something sullen and outlined with disappointment, “Sure. Well, honestly, I just wanted an excuse to spend time with you tonight.”
Accalia sighed aloud, knowing that her guest couldn’t hear Getsuren and that he was likely getting impatient as he waited for a response.
“Alright. Just don’t materialize for now. Let me talk to this lieutenant first.”
Accalia could feel her Zanpakuto light up with glee, and in doing so, forced a faint smile onto White’s face. All these strange physical niches were likely to confuse the lieutenant, but Accalia didn’t care all that much.
“Most of us are, Ryuuto, but there are some of us who just get things done faster than others. How’s the night treating you?”
Post by Ryuuto Shirogane on Oct 6, 2013 23:55:56 GMT -5
Ryuuto blinked a bit while Accalia started sighing out of place and whatnot, before he realized that she was probably talking to her zanpakuto. Sometimes he would do so in the middle of the squad, getting some strange looks from some of the newer recruits. Not that he cared what they thought.
His musings were interrupted as the captain of the 8th squad inquired how he was tonight. "Oh... I'm doing fine, I guess," he airily replied as he hefted the makeshift bag he was carrying, before looking around. This was actually a rather nice place to do what he was planning to do. Unfortunately, the eighth squad captain may not appreciate it. ...Screw it, he was gonna do it anyway.
"Ne, captain... I hope you don't mind if I do a little ceremony here. I promise it won't be too disruptive." So, he shuffled over to an even surface on the roof, and undid the knot holding the makeshift bag. The bag itself was actually a carpet, which he straightened out. Inside, was a few corked bottles of sake, and four sake saucers. He moved one of the saucers aside, and uncorked the first bottle of sake. He poured each one slowly, placing two of them opposite of him to create a triangle with himself, while he held one in his own hand.
He carefully sat down cross-legged, and carefully took off his metal-plated headband, revealing his red eye and scar. He placed it in front of one of the filled saucers, and pulled both his shirt and grey mask down completely, revealing his true face. Then, he untied his grey mask and placed it in front of the other saucer before lifting his own. His usually stoic face had a gentle grin, and his voice turned quiet as he said, "Big bro, Nagi... Cheers to both of you."