[1ST BLOOM] - How do ghosts even die?

[upsideyourhead.insanejournal.com]

[Laying in the sand, jut beyond reach of the waves, is a woman in black. Those who have met Rukia might recognize her outfit as being pretty much the same, save for a white band tied around one arm, securing a wooden badge on which was the kanji for "13" and a graphic depiction of a flower, along with a sword. Though to look closely at the sleeve it's secured to, just below where the band is tied, the sleeve seems to fall oddly around whatever is in it, not quite like it would an actual arm. Whatever's in there seems larger in diameter and oddly lumpy.

She groans, pushing herself up to sit with one arm, hacking up sea water before getting her balance and seeming stunned. She pats her chest before looking down at it. No hole, no blood, no sword through her body.

And she was in control. She could think for herself, move of her own volition. She tilted her head back, staring upward.]





...What the fuck?

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[d4dangerous.insanejournal.com]

[Staggering about on the shifting sands, a man, who appears almost drunkenly disoriented, is currently trying to make sense of his surroundings. He was a tall, heavily built man due to the years of constant combat and lugging around a giant metal cross. Said cross was lazily draped across both of his shoulder blades, while it appeared to be grouesomely heavy, he was carrying it ease, only using one hand for now.

Taking his time crossing the beach, his head is craning about, drinking in his new environment. It's all too foreign to him, a large body of water that lapped against the warm sand, heat that was noticeable, but not intolerable, and lush greengage the likes of which he's never seen before...could this be Eden? Whatever he's done in his life to deserve entrance into Heaven, Wolfwood won't second guess the Lord's judgement.

Stopping in front of a large palm tree, the man removes the gargantuan cross from his shoulders, driving it into the sand on the upright position. Carefully, the man patted at his chest, blindly searching for his pack of cigarettes while also doubel checking to see if everything was, indeed, in one piece. Sprawling his fingers out against his chest, Wolfwood didn't even feel a dried, crusty sensation that should have been  left behind from his blood. As his fingertips brushed against his carton, the priest furrowed his eyebrows for a moment as he tried desperately to make sense of the situation. One thing was for sure...he was somehow very much alive.

Placing the smoke onto his lips, Wolfwood snapped open his lighter, but lingered on lighting it for a moment. Damn it...all of this was too much to take in, as soon as he finished this small and only form of comfort, he was going to get to the bottom of this. Producing a flame with a flick of his wrist, Wolfwood speedily brought the lighter to the cigarette's end tip, lighting it up, and taking a much needed drag.]

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[bloomsinsilence.insanejournal.com]

[When he comes to, it's on the beach. It's unfamiliar, and he looks displeased. However, the way his expression does not change the more he examines his surroundings seems to hint that this is perhaps the normal expression. The best way to read this man is his eyes; a dark grayish blue color, which shows more surprise and confusion than his face will.

Instead of reaching out to the other people here, he ignores that for the time being and starts exploring the world he'd been brought to. But even if he didn't reach out to them, it was only a matter of time until he would find the other people here. He doesn't need to make the effort. Byakuya is certain of it. And in the meantime he needs to see what he can learn.]

first cut ✗ video ✗ open

[dogscarred.insanejournal.com]

[A very pissy looking woman is staring at the video on the device as if she'd rather be anywhere else. Not to mention she is also a little bit ruffled. But in case you're in the mood to talk back, there is very obviously a katana strapped to her back. Play nice with this one, or she'll cut you to bits without hesitation.]

I seem to have lost my idiot. His name is Heine.

[If you didn't pick up on the fact that she was annoyed before, you'll definitely understand now.]

He looks kind of like a pasty white rat. Let me know if you've seen him.