[ TRIBUTES TO THE SEXY GOD ]

[trollingismagic.insanejournal.com]

[ They say where there is smoke, there is fire, and happily, despite the spat of unusual occurrences lately, this has not stopped being true; there is a large column of smoke rising from somewhere off in the trees, and should you pursue it, you will find a large clearing with a roaring fire. A makeshift altar has been built in front of it, and even the nearby animals seem drawn to the flame.

The altar is sacrificing a large wooden heart, crudely carved from wood, and slowly burning. The smoke is also thicker than it ought to be, and if you breathe it in, you may begin to feel a little lightheaded.

As you examine the altar, or even as you head back to the mansion, your thoughts may involuntarily begin to change. Anxiety and homesickness melt away, leaving you desiring company. What this means may be different for the individual, but it is more or less a unified sensation of craving a companion for the evening. Whether you just want to have someone there, or hold them, or perhaps more than that...

Any way you cut it, the sexy god should be appeased. ]

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[outlaw_ice.insanejournal.com]

[Hilda sits by the fire, staring at the blaze. Her thoughts drift off and the image of the Farfallas sun comes into her mind. It was the only time she'd ever felt truly warm in space. She was so close, the suit didn't even hold it back. She ran her tongue along her gumline, finding herself short that one tooth she'd always had. It was gone. She was gone.

She sighs and stands up. No sense in letting an opportunity like this go to waste...]

[elgallantry.insanejournal.com]

[ Elgala, being the nosy parker she is, literally could not resist the call of her curiosity. She was also used to running blindly through unfamiliar forests and arrived there quickly. ]

At last, a sign of some basic civilization. And what a cute heart on top. I, Elgala, wonder who made it...

[nighteternal.insanejournal.com]

[ Luna hadn't felt this perky in a thousand years. She settled herself down nearby, savoring the quiet and peace that came with clouded thoughts.

She felt like talking to anypony just then. ]

[outlaw_ice.insanejournal.com]

[Hilda chuckles.]

You really feel the need to announce your name like that?

[elgallantry.insanejournal.com]

Yes! It is simply the way I speak.

I, Elgala, must enunciate each word, to ensure my opinion is understood.

[outlaw_ice.insanejournal.com]

Is that so. Funny.

[Hilda gives a terse laugh and cocks one hip. She's in a strange outfit that hugs her form, but has a fair amount of large sections on it. The design is rather like a futuristic space suit. Seems she hasn't gotten other clothes yet.]

The name's Hilda.

[darkmode.insanejournal.com]

[The burning wooden heart was something definitely strange, but strange was something he was starting to learn was a very prevalent theme on this island. The smoke rising from the fire was thick in the air, he found, but he hadn't started to feel much of any effect until he had turned around and began walking back to the mansion. The Replica didn't get very far, to say the least, when he slowed down his fast pace to a stop and reached a hand out to steady himself (there was a thin branch that he might have tried to hold on to for balance, but he wasn't too sure if that was just his imagination or not), and rubbed his face with his other hand.]

What... what's goin on with me?

[It was a foreign feeling, one that only took seconds to turn into a... very comforting sensation. Almost like a much needed warm shower after a cold day. The Replica bunched his shoulders up and ran a hand through his hair - he felt... warm. Warm and something else that he couldn't put his finger on. So he turned back to the creepy-burning-wooden-heart just like a moth to a flame, and hovered around.]

[heavenunderfire.insanejournal.com]

[ oh you look like you would make a decent guard dog. ]

Hey! You there, the punk with the hair! How would you like to bodyguard the most beautiful and fearsome gunslinger in the world?

[destroyforlove.insanejournal.com]

[It's an odd feeling for her. So much so that Alcyone doesn't really even recognize what it is. She'd been trapped in an obsessive love for so long that the idea of desiring to be around someone other than Zagato was a foreign concept to her.

But she feels content, even though the fire had made her wary, reminding her of more unpleasant things and people, and she'd decided to keep her distance. She can't seem to help but smile though. Maybe she could start over here. Truly start over. She liked this idea.She just needed to find someone, or more than one someone, who would accept her. She couldn't stat over and be alone could she? No, she was too good for that.]

[riderpedia.insanejournal.com]

[Philip had been getting frustrated with his research on the island not amounting to much. Too many books were still off limits to him. Far more than had ever been at home. How was he supposed to figure anything out? He'd wandered out to the alter entirely by accident, the same way he'd ended up most places here.

He'd stared at the burning heart for several minutes before trying to look that up as well, but he didn't have enough keywords to really narrow down the search. None the less, he felt lonely. Both the same and different kind of lonely he'd felt since arriving. He missed Shotaro. He would always miss Shotaro. But, in a strange turn of events, he also found himself wanting to be near people he'd met here.

He wasn't sure why this was. Maybe Shotaro's sociability had begun rubbing off on him since his return. Or maybe he was just so used to having at least one person constantly with him. He didn't want to replace Shotaro, but he just wanted to be able to rely on someone. Have someone rely on him.]

[imaginarywife.insanejournal.com]

[Tsuuma is just sort of... "watching" Luna. She's found herself rather fascinated with this creature. She's not that far off, , and it's not any sort of fear keeping her form approaching. She's just not sure if she wants to bother someone who seems so pleased.]

[thebravestbird.insanejournal.com]

[The fire, honestly, had scared her. The air around her shook and small rumbles of something perhaps like thunder rolled past as her natural cold conflicted with the warmth from the fire. Still, she stayed near it. She didn't know what it meant, and she wanted to be prepared. But the longer she stayed, the less worried about the burning tribute she became.

Her thoughts drifted. Worried about trouble here were replaced with relief that she and Rukia were so far from the troubles of home. They were safe here. The people seemed.. ultimately good? They would have friends. Rukia would have friends. Shirayuki found herself wanting people around her too. Odd, given that her only real company had ever been Rukia and others of her kind. And she'd never been particularly needy to be around them. But now she wanted to. Not so much them, but the people here. She wanted to learn about them. Understand them.]

[ponycereal.insanejournal.com]

[Applejack, knowing nothing of tributes to gods and sacrifices of wooden effigies, figured this was some sort of camp-out, and is roasting marshmallows by the fire. She's pretty content. Maybe she'll plant some apple trees here...]

[emptyguardian.insanejournal.com]

[What's a better place to learn than to react to this "familiar" face staring at the alter.]

...

[thebravestbird.insanejournal.com]

[something familiar... Simultaneously a good and bad familiar. She turns to look, and then sits with a wholly unamused face, just watching him. She's not sure how to feel. Immediately she's recalling her time with Zangetsu but she can't quite place why since this clearly isn't Ichigo.

But she'll say nothing. If he knows her, he'll recognize her reiatsu, nearly identical to Rukia's, but she doesn't want to give away much when it's not needed.]

[emptyguardian.insanejournal.com]

[He'll finally glance over, a mix between feeling your reiatsu and your eyes on him. He notes that you have a similar sort of air about you. Like an energy he felt before, similar to a shinigami-or rather a specific fraction of a shinigami.]

You...you're a zanpakutoh right?

[thebravestbird.insanejournal.com]

Yes.

[She answers very briefly, bluntly. He's definitely from her world if he knows what she is.]

Who are you?

[The question is vaguely hostile. This fuzzyness in her head can't allow for her tone to go quite as threatening as she'd like. But this damned familiarity... She can't get past it. Why in the world does she keep thinking of Zangetsu?! It doesn't make sense to her.]

[emptyguardian.insanejournal.com]

Shouldn't you be telling me that first before asking?

[he's not hostile, he doesn't see the point in it. And if she senses his own zanpakutoh, it may remind her of Zangetsu, it pretty much is him- even if the names are changed]

[thebravestbird.insanejournal.com]

If you know what I am, you'll know I have someone to protect, and thus have my reasons for not giving my name first.

[Especially since she just came from the mutual stabbing between Rukia and Aaroneiro. She doesn't know faces, but she still can't tear one side from the other and put together just who this person is. All of these mixed feelings are starting to give her a headache.]

Now please answer the question.

[emptyguardian.insanejournal.com]

[He sighs, this shouldn't be this annoying.]

Kurosaki.
Kurosaki, Ulquiorra.

[thebravestbird.insanejournal.com]

Kurosaki...

[And he face falls into one hand. Give her a moment, this is a little more than she bargained for. At least it likely means he's friend and not foe.]

Are you in relation to Kurosaki Ichigo?

[emptyguardian.insanejournal.com]

Never heard of him.

[thebravestbird.insanejournal.com]

[Well this is certainly bizarre. Okay well then she'll have to do a bit more digging.]

You recognized me for what I am. I would like to know how you know such a thing.

[She has a feeling, based on how familiar he seems, that she knows the answer, and part of her doesn't really like it. But at least if she's right she can explain who she is and that mess will be behind them at least. At the very least, she seems much calmer now that she's coming to the conclusion he's not a threat.]

[emptyguardian.insanejournal.com]

[How does he know she's a zanpakutoh? That's a weird question. He gives her a skeptical look.]

Because I'm a Shinigami? At least in a sense.

[thebravestbird.insanejournal.com]

...Please correct me if I"m wrong, but I feel the need to wager a guess at this.

You became a shinigami, a substitute, after an encounter with a shinigami by the name of Kuchiki Rukia, and were forced to take on her power during an attack by a hollow.

Is that correct?