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Outside the research station Mayuri could hear the wind howling. He sat in the commons area at one of the tables, a cup of coffee resting untouched on the table in front of him. The only light came from the soft glow of the nightlights that ran along the walls, effectively leaving the only scientist awake in shadow. Everyone else slept peacefully in their bunks down the halls. Otherwise the world was quiet, all sound muffled by the snow.

Mayuri liked it like this. It was after everyone retired for the day that he felt he could stretch his legs and breathe. He’d need to grab any solace he could for the upcoming months. His research on archaea in the coastal waters of the Antarctic required he winter over. The boredom over those seven, long dark months cooped up in this environment would kill him quicker than anything else, he knew.

He pulled out his tablet and walked to one of the few windows in the building–a large triangular shaped viewing port of thick reinforced glass. The glow of his tablet lighting his face from below he stared, his mind wandering as he watched the flurries of snow dance in the dark.

Quite a few large warm-bloods had been intruding upon Toshiro’s home as of late… For what purpose he didn’t yet know nor their intentions or why they were building these strange structures upon the ice. They were a disturbance in the natural balance of the icy plane, yet… he was curious all the same.

For a good while, he hadn’t dared approach any of the constructs that had been erected by the warm-bloods, tempered by a healthy sense of wariness for the unknown. His curiosity, however, was strong, and as the days went by he ventured ever closer. Bit-by-bit, just a little every day, spying from within the clouds of snow kicked up by the swirling wind. He had yet to have any direct contact with these creatures, not yet sure of their intentions.

Today was like any other, only this time he had dared to slink right up to the buildings created by the warm-bloods. It was dark about mid-winter so he had deemed it safe enough to come this close. He just couldn’t contain his curiosity anymore, he had to know.

“What is this stuff?” Toshiro whispered to himself, touching the side of the building with hesitancy in his fingertips. How was he ever going to discover what these warm-bloods wanted when they holed themselves up in such strange structures?

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“For a captain, you are exceptionally bad at masking your reiastsu”

So, his hunch had been correct, not that it bought Ryuken any pleasure to realize that. The initial lie didn’t irritate so much, as the eventual revelation and the fact the captain thought it acceptable to just go picking through buildings as if he had some divine authority over everything. Just who did he think he was?

“and your higher ups feel there’s something here that the many Shinigami not to mention the other hangers on which seem to flock to this town, are incapable of handling, so they sent you?”

He let the last question, rhetorical and said more for effect than an actual answer hang between them, while trying to decide where to go from here. The hospital director in him was more than happy to turf this so called captain out onto the street, then use his own networks to figure out what might be going on. However, he also didn’t doubt that this man could well have information that the small network of former Gotei 13 members might not have. It would be in his interest to find out more about this man’s mission before sending him away and reporting in. It was worth eeping him around a while longer, even if what he sought would require a bit if tact.

A tact which went more or less out of the window, when the arrogant young captain asked for Ryuken’s name in return.

“Surely a man of your rank can work that out for himself.” He frowned, eyes cold, brow wrinkled. In fairness, Ryuken had always been adept at masking his spiritual pressure and for the most part his family had done a good job at slipping under the radar. However, all that changed after the death of his father and Uryuu’s insistence on becoming involved with Shinigami Doesn’t your Gotei collect intelligence on my kind, or did that become rather pointless after your 12th Division finished their research?”

“That is because I didn’t think there was a need to hide it here.”

Toshiro’s eyes were sharp, irritation beginning to kindle behind those turquoise irises. This man was critical of the Gotei 13, it would appear, immensely so to be so quick to pass judgment upon them. A small annoyance, but he would endure. The man seemed to know a lot about them, about the exiles that occupied the town, it stood to reason that perhaps he may have some the answers that he was seeking.

“You seem to know quite a lot about us... which leads me back to my question of who exactly are you? Surely if you were someone of importance then your name would be well known.”

He brought forth the question again, hoping that repeating it would coax the man into being a bit more forthcoming with his name. Something about him seemed vaguely familiar... Toshiro couldn’t possibly pinpoint what that was.

“I will let you in on something since you appear to not know as much as you think you do.” He too frowned, hands tucked into oversized sleeves. This man was assuming far too much about him, he needed to be set straight. “You think that the 12th Division or Kurotsuchi would share everything of their research with the rest of us? Far from it so quit assuming that I know everything there is about ‘your kind’. You are not going to get very far off of that sort of logic.”

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Immediately, Jūshirō is reminded again of just how serious the boy is. They’ve found themselves together on a matter of grave importance, yes, but in Jūshirō’s opinion, few matters are grave enough to warrant a frown as deep as the one Hitsugaya Tōshirō wears.

Still, Hitsugaya greets Jūshirō kindly enough. He isn’t surprised to hear that his young companion is reviewing tactics ahead of the battle - he is deeply studious, too, Jūshirō now recalls. He nods, after Hitsugaya accurately summarizes the strategy. “With the exception of the two smaller groups, yes,” Jūshirō says. “One from your division that will stand ready to flank the hollows should they retreat, and one from mine that will be prepared to file in as fresh reinforcements, if we need them.” He flashes another small smile, one meant to provide certainty and reassurance. “You sound well-prepared, Hitsugaya-kun. I knew we could count on you.”

With that, Jūshirō rises again. “Five minutes,” he tells the younger Shinigami, “and we move out. I know you and your soldiers will be ready.”

Even in just listening to the captain talk Tōshirō is careful to take it all in, diligently committing it all to memory still with that frown on his face. It was a sound strategy that they had prepared, there was nothing wrong with that, but he still held his concerns about the mission as a whole. Now would be a good time to come forth with these worries, he decides. After all, Ukitake struck him as the understanding sort, perhaps in he told him about it then he would have a solution. It was best he was at least made aware anyway.

The captain stands up and Tōshirō is quick to rise well, papers still clasped tight within his grip. “Then I feel I must inform you of something of importance before we move out.”

Tōshirō was still fairly new to the Gotei 13, so not many people outside his own Division were aware yet. One of his hands lets go of his papers, reaching for his back to grasp the light blue hilt of his zanpakuto as he began to speak. “My Zanpakuto’s name is Hyorinmaru and it is a very strong ice type zanpakuto. As such its’ abilities can be difficult to control and mere activation of the shikai changes the weather of the immediate vicinity.”

He looks out at the men and women of their combined divisions then, obvious concern etched upon his features. “As such I cannot wholly guarantee the safety of everyone present should the need of shikai arise during this mission. I was hoping you would perhaps have a solution for this but I at least felt that you should be informed for safety reasons... I do not wish to endanger any of you if I can help it.”

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He makes his rounds as a matter of course, the way he always does before his division is set to head out on any mission. They’ve all gone over the plan of attack together, and Jūshirō feels calm, collected, and confident. Doing battle always pains him, at least a little, because he knows in his heart how unlikely it is that every person in his company will survive - but, he always thinks of the hundreds and hundreds of innocent people who would meet their ends if not for the sacrifices of those willing few.

The Tenth Division and the Thirteenth Division are working together today. Jūshirō has been hoping for a partnership of this kind for a while now. For one thing, Jūshirō has considered tactics and strategy at length, and he knows that the strengths of the Tenth and the Thirteenth balance each other well. For another, however…

Now, he finds himself approaching one particular member of the Tenth Division: Hitsugaya Tōshirō, who is a person Jūshirō has subtly had his eye on for some time now, but with whom Jūshirō has only seldom spoken. The boy is small, brilliant, and strong, and he has strange hair that matches Jūshirō’s in color to boot. He could find a friend in Jūshirō, if he wanted one, but Jūshirō cannot yet tell whether he will or not. There is, Jūshirō decides, only one way to find out.

He seats himself next to Hitsugaya and offers a smile. “Hello,” he says. “Hitsugaya-kun, isn’t it? How are you faring? Is there anything I can help you with before we all move out together?”

So much work went into even the simplest of missions and that was just when it was within your own division. When more than one was involved? It was ten times the work, something Tōshirō was learning now all too well. As the third seat of his squad he had been put in charge of the small detachment of Tenth Division forces that were to be accompanying Thirteenth in this endeavour. He would have the help of the Thirteenth Captain, he had been told, but there is still a lot to attend to.

He knew that the other Division’s captain would be approaching him eventually so when Jūshirō comes near he isn’t startled by him and looks up from the papers he’s been reading with a deep frown upon his face. There are a lot of concerns that he held pertaining to this mission of their’s but he wasn’t so sure if he felt he should share these or not. Looking at him, he didn’t know this captain very well, as they only spoken briefly on a handful of occasions. All he knew was the guy was apparently supposed to be a kindly fellow, with a tendency to fall sick often. The fellow shiro is still a captain, however, so Tōshirō gives him the politest greeting he can.

“Hello, Captain Ukitake, Hitsugaya is indeed my name. I thank you for checking in but I was just going over the mission debriefing one last time before we head out.” He glances quickly down at the papers still in his grasp. “So we are to attack these hollows in a group, yes? So can we assume then that everyone will be in the same general vicinity?”

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“Visiting times ended three hours ago”

Ryuken’s eyes bored hard into the back of the young man’s head. It was clear from the way he held himself that he’d been caught and probably knew he shouldn’t be here. He sighed, the sound long and deep and filled with the frustration Ryuken felt at having to deal with yet another Shinigami sneaking round his hospital. He could guess what drew them to this place; Karakura town was a hive of spiritual activity as it and hospitals were more likely than most to have spirits attached to it. That didn’t mean he had to like it.

“and last time I checked, patients don’t usually tend to be housed in staff only areas”

He waited for a reaction, irritation building at the fact this man had the arrogance to assume he could just wander around where he pleased in the name of duty. There were Shinigami already stationed in the town, to say nothing of the various exiles and hangers on which also made up the town’s spiritual population. Why did soul society keep insisting on sending more of their men to sort out things that could be handled without them. Did Soul Society think he couldn’t keep order within his own hospital?

“So why don’t we start again? Who are you and what are you doing here?”

It was very clear to Toshiro without even looking at the man that he was frustrated with the whole situation. The young captain couldn’t say that he didn’t blame him, he too would be upset if he found someone wandering around his barracks that shouldn’t be there. Still, he had a duty and he wasn’t about to let the fact his excuse fell through slow him now.

“Is that so? Just goes to show I really don’t know my way around your hospitals here.”

There was no point in pretending any longer, he was tired of keeping up such a blatantly obvious charade anyway. Toshiro turned then, to face the doctor properly, frosty eyes sharp and intense as he surveyed the man. He seemed intelligent enough so maybe they would be able to avoid any conflicts in this encounter.

“My name is Captain Hitsugaya Toshirou. I am here on an investigation and I was hoping to get some leads here in this hospital,” he paused, one eyebrow raised. “Does that answer all your questions? You could return the favour and tell me who you are.”

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Szayel has been tracking his mark through the forest and he is sure he has the right time. He holds the blades in his hands and crouches up in the trees in wait. He’s been contracted in a hit on the Warden, and he doesn’t expect it to be hard, but he knows that his foe deserves respect.

Truly, the other party is not thinking about moving stealthily at all. He hears the bickering of the apostate mage with the party’s swordsman and honestly, he could have heard things from a long ways away. But his target is easy to spot as well, even though he’s far more quiet. The pure white hair, pale skin, and bright eyes stand out, and if he must say so…it is striking. But then again, Szayel’s eyes are always caught by things like that.

Sensing the right moment as they pass by, he leaps out, his blades whirling. But still, he’s surprised as he’s met with resistance. Then he notices it’s now three on one, and odds do not look good.

Travelling Ferelden, especially in such dark times, was chock full of danger. All manner of things could attack you such as wolves, bandits, darkspawn. Toshiro however was not so foolish to stroll along unaware so while his companions bickered he tries to remain alert to their immediate surroundings.

As such when what could only be an assassin leaps out at them his surprise is lessened and he is able to react quickly to the attack. The clang of metal against metal is loud in his ears, and as he blocks the attack the swift reactions of his party make it so that his would-to-be murderer soon is disabled upon the ground with Toshiro’s blade poised before his chest.

“I suggest that you answer my questions, assassin, and that you do so without resistance if you wish to live.” His eyes shone as he spoke, blade enveloped in a frosty aura. Toshiro was in no mood to play around, wishing to get answers quickly so that they could move on.

“For starters, who are you and who sent you here?”

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The only tell that showed Toshiro’s surprise at being called out was the telltale way that his shoulders tensed before he turned around. He had not heard the man, whom he assumed to be one the hospital staff judging by the way he addressed him, nor had he initially been able to sense him. The reiatsu he now felt laid credence to the fact that this man was quite obviously no ordinary doctor, but considering he was here on a mission, Toshiro was not about to let that stop him.

“Visiting relatives.” His reply was dry in tone and he stuck his hands into the pants pockets of his gigai. At the very least, attempting to play off his true nature although he suspected that this man already knew he was no ordinary being.

“I am unfamiliar with this town so to be honest, I do not really know which way to go.”

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Szayel took in the feel of the scales on his skin. He was happy, pleased to be making headway, and as affectionate as he is, these little gestures mean so much to him.

It was second nature by now to just talk to his dragon friend. He never expected an answer other than maybe a chuff or a sigh or a growl or some other animalistic noise, in the way that you have “conversations” with a pet cat or dog. And Szayel of course was a creative being. He always imagined what those gutteral sounds might mean, keeping a discourse in his own head, as he tried his best to communicate with this great and beautiful beast.

A voice fills his head, and he doesn’t think much of it at first.

“Ah I see,” said Szayel. “I suppose it is time, isn’t it. I introduced myself a long time ago, I suppose it’s high time for you to do the same.”

Szayel smiled and kept his hand on his friend, mind alight as he thinks of new things.

The dragon thanked him for what he’d done, now moving to eye level with him and Szayel basked in the attention.

“Ah, it’s nothing my friend. I think that the world will change for the better when the correct bridges are built. My ways of thinking may not be common…but they are growing as certain things are becoming more and more clear…” Green eyes gaze deep and sincere into the frosty blue.

Then…Szayel realizes something. Something huge. Eyebrows screw together and surprise then washes over his features.

“I…uh…ummm.” He swallows hard. “I’m sorry. But I think I’ve heard your voice…in my head. I have a reputation of being mentally unstable, so if I’m hearing and thinking delusional thoughts I’d like to know.”

His mouth runs dry and he reaches both hands out to caress the sides of the pure white muzzle.

“I’m going to ask you to do an action in my head, and if you understand me, please do it, so that i know that I’m not imagining you.”

He closes his eyes. My friend, if you can understand me in my mind, please lie down and rest your head in my lap. If this is true…I…I will need your reassurance.”

And now, Szayel waits to see what becomes of him.

Toshiro watched and waited with curiosity. Amused when, initially, the man responded to his words and continued to talk to him as if nothing was amiss. The dragon wasn’t all that surprised by this, it was unlikely humans had any recordings of such events of a dragon actually speaking to them. To them they were beasts, and amongst the dragons their ‘voice’ only was ever shared with those they trusted most. Certainly not those of a race they were embroiled in conflict with.

It didn’t take long for the human to realize what had happened, however, and he watched as green eyes grew wide like saucers- pale skin wrinkling upon the brow.

For a moment concern brewed with him as he listened to his companion explain himself, he thought he might be a delusion? Was it okay then, to reach out to him like this? The mind is an intimate thing after all, and Toshiro didn’t wish to do any harm. Hopefully he hadn’t done so by reaching out to begin with.

He had to give the human reassurance, and so as the whispering thoughts brushed against the conscious link he had established between them, Toshiro immediately folded his legs. Taking care to settle his large head within the other’s lap and gently nuzzling the red head’s stomach with his snout. His eyes closed.

“Fear not, my voice in your head is no illusion. This is how my kind speak to one another and those we deem trustworthy.” He hummed within his mind. “You have helped me a great deal, I felt it improper to keep remaining silent while you continued to care for me.”

He opened his eyes again, glancing up. “So I will say it again. Thank you for all that you have done.”

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Eyes widened only slightly at the sight of this young man tearing off a piece of his own attire and using it as a makeshift bandage for this wound. Riruka didn’t want to show off her surprise too much. Keeping it hidden well, but the gesture was sweet. Hadn’t expected that – especially from Toshiro. Wonder flooded her mind at this moment. Curious if the young man was feeling alright because this behavior was unlike him. Not that she’d deny the services.

To answer his question, Riruka did try to stand herself up. Using the arms of the chair as support. Turns out that she could stand – on her one leg. Balance was easy when staying in place, but this wasn’t the task. Her injured leg pushed off the ground to take a step forward and she nearly tripped had it not been for the male standing beside her. Cheeks flushed, she quietly thanked him.

♥ ┊ ‘ I can use the walls to hold me steady… you don’t have to stay. Just point me in the right direction. ’

Riruka honestly felt bad and didn’t want to bother him any more than she already had at this point. The young Captain had enough on his plate without her burdening him with taking care of her.

‘ … I’ll be sure to clean your scarf and return it safely. ’

With attempting another step, she winced in pain. This might be a bit harder than she thought.

If he had not been there Riruka surely would have fallen to the floor. Luckily, despite being small, Toshiro’s frame was solid and strong, and he was able to support the injured girl until she had regained her balance. That frown still adorned his face, how had he gotten into this situation? He wasn’t sure but he increasingly felt as if he couldn’t just leave. He was very busy, yes, but he wasn’t heartless.

He watched her as she insisted she would be fine on her own, yet, struggled to take even one step on her leg. A soft sigh escaping his mouth.

“Clearly you are in need of assistance, if you need to can hold onto me.”

He held out his arm to her, an offering to the injured girl. Icy eyes travelled down to his now bloodied scarf that wrapped around the wound. Curiosity beginning to flood his veins.

“Tell me... how did this happen anyway?”

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Szayel continued to write in his journal. He was learning so much these days. Being so close to a member of the species he was so enamored with bolstered his spirits. By now his journal was a collection of behavior notes, hypotheses, and sketches he’d made of his dragon friend. He was so happy that he’d managed to tend to the great beast–they were clearly comfortable around one another now, and it was rewarding to see him heal and grow stronger and more resilliant as the time passed by.

He heard footsteps lumbering towards him, twigs crunching under heavy dragon feet, even if he was small for his kind. Szayel was working on finishing his thoughts, describing the way they’d spent yesterday together, when he feels a nudge on his shoulder from the great beast. He smiled, this gentle nudge a reminder of the closeness that they now shared.

Szayel reached up and stroked the great scaly white muzzle with one hand while he wrote the final line. Folding the journal back up and placing it back into a pocket, he turned to look at the dragon who’d come to visit him and flashed him a bright, warm smile.

“Hello my friend,” he said, still running his thin fingers over the smooth pearly scales. “Are you hungry? It’s been a while since we’ve hunted anything fresh.” He smiled gently. “Or do you just want to be pet? I certainly don’t mind caring for you.”

Toshiro was patient as he waited for the man to be finished writing in journal and even closed his eyes for a moment as the other rubbed warm fingers across his scales. Not that long ago he would have spurned the simple gesture but now he found it comforting and he accepted it. There was much he had to learn of this particular human but that much he knew was a gesture of kindness and familiarity.

Now that he had his attention though came the struggle of deciding how to approach the situation. Standing there in front of the human, Toshiro had no idea of what he wanted his first words to him to be. It was now or never though, it just didn’t feel right keeping quiet any longer while this man spoke to him.

“No that is not what I wanted. I want to speak to you and properly introduce myself.” He reached out to the other’s mind with a telepathic link, taking care to be gentle and not to look in on any thoughts. He already felt bad for reaching in without permission but he had no other way of communicating.

So instead he moved his head so that he could stare at him with one frosty eye level with the human’s own- carefully watching for what his reaction might be as he continued. “I also wanted to thank you... for caring for me like you have. I never would have expected such from one of your kind. You are quite unusual, is that normal where you come from?”

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If it’s family, you protect. Doesn’t matter who it is, blood or not.

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Continuation of this here thread X

How long had it been since he had first met this strange human? A few weeks definitely, possibly a little over a month or so. After all the injuries that Toshiro had sustained had been substantial ones and it was a real wonder that he was still amongst the living thinking back on how close to death's door he had been.

Now most of those injuries were mere memory, nothing more than scars upon his skin that will fade with time. It was not uncommon for his kind to bear the signs of battle anyway so they did not worry him. He was more concerned with this strange human he found himself in the company of still.

No longer did Toshiro think that the man had it in him to harm him, that was in the past, but his curiosity over him was not yet sated. After all he had yet to speak to him despite the man's chatter directed towards him on a daily basis. At first it had been because he was wary and did not trust him but now with questions unanswered buzzing around his head he burned to have them answered.

Carefully he observed the red-head from across the clearing they were settled in still, watching as the man's hand brushed across the pages of a small book, writing something in strange symbols that were foreign to him. Now how could he go about this? There was no way around startling the man but he couldn't just speak to him when he was doing something could he? No that would be rude- instead he stood up from his spot and carefully padded towards the man until he stood over him. He nudged his shoulder gently to get his attention and then stared. Waiting. Patiently for him to finish and engage him before he began.

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The thought of the Captain actually helping out hadn’t crossed Riruka’s mind. Nothing did at this moment considering that her leg was now throbbing. Usually, the young girl was rather careful to not hurt herself. To keep her surroundings tidy – but her body in tip-top shape. The last injury she had was… too long ago. No longer holding a memory of such an event, so this sort of shocked her.

♥ ┊ ‘ I – I … ’

Riruka did not want to appear like some weakling, yet, at the same time – this was almost too much. Luckily there was a sturdy chair nearby that she stumbled towards. Being more than careful to not leave a trail of blood [ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ sʜᴇ’ᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀɴ ᴇᴀʀғᴜʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ]

‘ I don’t care about blood, just when it’s mine… ’

What was the first thing to do…. Stop the bleeding, right?

‘ Do you have a bandage or something… I’m not sure how… ’

Absolutely zero eye contact with the other – almost as if he wasn’t even there. Tending to others for her was easy, but Riruka didn’t want to scar and have her leg ruined by some idiotic mistake of being able to watch where she’s going.

Toshiro stared at the girl as she stumbled towards a nearby chair and sat down heavily within it. He was still annoyed by the nickname that she had addressed him with a short while ago, but... watching someone in pain was not a pleasant thing. He knew there was no reason for him to care, and he didn’t really as he didn’t know Riruka. It was obvious, however, that she had no idea what she was doing when it came to treating wounds like this and to top that she was the prideful sort. He could leave her to her devices, sure, but...

“I am afraid I don’t have a bandage on me.”

However, despite his words, the young captain still approached the injured girl, unwinding the green scarf from his neck as he went. Kneeling before her, he took the aforementioned scarf and began to wrap it around her bloodied leg. A little frown adorning his face as he took in the sight of the injury.

“It will need further treatment, but this will help stop the bleeding for now.” He calmly explained as he finished tying the makeshift bandage with a glance upwards. “Are you able to stand and walk?”

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✧ BROOKLYN NINE - NINE SENTENCE PROMPTS !

* A VARIETY & MIXTURE OF THE SHOW, CHANGE PRONOUNS AS NEEDED / FITTING .

❝ The next time I see you I’d like you to be wearing a necktie. ❞
❝ Get rid of the mouse, and get your act together. Now. ❞
❝ I see what you’re trying to do, but it’s not gonna work.. ❞
❝ Wow, looks like he hates you even more than me. ❞
❝ God, you must have been the worst fourth grader ever. ❞
❝ Giving him a name makes him human. ❞
❝ I’m fairly certain you would be caught. ❞
❝ What’s the most valuable thing in your office? ❞
❝ You mean my job as an amazing detective/genius? ❞
❝ Did you tell her we slept together twice? ❞
❝ I’m not gonna lie, that turns me on a little bit. ❞
❝ I’d wondered why all the birds had suddenly stopped singing. ❞
❝ You’re going to leave my precinct and my task force alone. ❞
❝ Come on, who wants to take this seriously? ❞
❝ I bet she tucked herself in the bed too tight and got stuck. ❞
❝ Where have you been? We’ve been worried sick! ❞
❝ Oh, is he sore from high-fiving criminals he’s gotten out of jail? ❞
❝ Did he get a murderer off who then murdered him to celebrate? ❞
❝ A cop and a defense attorney sleeping together? That’s highly unusual. ❞
❝ It’s a personal matter, involving a personal friend and his personal uncle. ❞
❝ So you remembered to turn off your signature, right? ❞
❝ I promise you, as soon as they tell me, you’ll be the first to know. ❞
❝ You won. Go ahead and gloat, you toad. ❞
❝ Look, I promise I won’t tell anyone, alright? My lips are sealed! ❞
❝ This is a secret. Do you understand me? ❞
❝ You do know what they do to witches up there, don’t you? ❞
❝ Well, I think we handled that with dignity. ❞
❝ Are you making fun of my stutter? ❞
❝ Oh. Uh… Sorry. I think I’m feeling a little awkward. ❞
❝ How do we make it not weird? ❞
❝ I just realized I’m never gonna be able to say that to his face. ❞
❝ You know I’ve made a lot of improvements since you left? ❞
❝ I know we just met, and I don’t wanna be too forward… ❞
❝ I’ve got that feeling about you. I like you. I think tonight we- ❞
❝ They just gave me ten years in prison.. ❞
❝ You can’t do anything except disobey orders and screw up! ❞
❝ Why are you dressed up? You look like an idiot. ❞
❝ What’s up? How can I help? ❞
❝ Well, we’ll just break you down to nothin’ and see what time it is. ❞
❝ Speaking of which, I’m getting hungry. What’s for dinner? ❞
❝ Why do people like these things? They’re just shiny rocks. ❞
❝ We’re gonna talk to a lawyer and get a professional opinion. ❞
❝ Looks good! Can barely tell you hulked out in here. ❞
❝ I just threw a bunch of popcorn on the floor. It wasn’t that hard. ❞
❝ All I did was be the only person who believes in you. ❞
❝ Somebody’s tryin’ to kill me, and I need protection. ❞
❝ I can smoke as much weed as I want. ❞
❝ It’s this kind of bickering that makes us such an adorable couple. ❞
❝ I saw an opening and I had to take it. ❞
❝ But this isn’t over! I will hunt you to the ends of the earth! ❞
❝ What?! But we saw him throw them in the garbage! ❞
❝ Nobody’s ever gonna see that footage; the case was cut and dry. ❞
❝ It’s not like I’m dying to tell anyone I saw your- ❞
❝ I’m dating my son-of-a-bitch ex-husband; who am I to judge? ❞
❝ I’ll let you guys talk! I’ll just close my eyes. ❞
❝ I’ll let you give me a spray tan! Any shade you want! ❞
❝ Massage! I’ll give you a massage! ❞
❝ I’ll also give you full control over my hair and wardrobe. ❞
❝ That really freaked me out and I just want this to end now. ❞
❝ The cheese is amazing. It melts in my mouth. And in my hands! ❞
❝ Come on, you can be honest. ❞
❝ I want old, expensive books. I’ll send you a list. ❞
❝ The tow truck just got here, so that’ll buy us at least an hour. ❞
❝ Tow truck?! What the hell’d you do to my car?! ❞
❝ What we need in here is an armored personnel carrier. A tank! ❞
❝ Well, I’m gonna go follow up on a lead right now. ❞
❝ Woah, no! What’re those morons doing in there?! ❞
❝ Why is everyone just standing around? Get back to work! ❞
❝ What’d you do? What’d you say? ❞
❝ I hear you can smuggle in crap from outside. ❞
❝ What’re you lookin’ at? You got a problem? ❞
❝ I like you. You got balls.. ❞
❝ I hate to rub it in, detectives, but I told you they’d find me. ❞
❝ Well, he keeps yelling, “Disability for life!” so I think he’s fine. ❞
❝ Who hired you? Who do you work for, pizza man?! ❞
❝ You look out there and see a problem, I look out there and see an opportunity. ❞
❝ What have I become? Was this whole thing even worth it? ❞
❝ All because we shut down a foot massage place. ❞
❝ Oh, my God. The City has no mayor now. ❞
❝ Put your magical hands where I can see them! ❞
❝ Did they make their bust? Did they save the precinct? ❞
❝ I was behind the bar the whole time. ❞
❝ I bet they have some awesome name for it. ❞
❝ Can a paring knife remove a human heart in under a minute? ❞
❝ I think you guys might be our best option at finding this guy again. ❞
❝ You know, a bunch of us are going out drinking tonight. ❞
❝ How did you get over there? Who are they? ❞
❝ I’ve been calling you. Why won’t you answer your phone? ❞
❝ We’ve been onto you for weeks, and we finally got you. ❞
❝ I’ve never seen them before! What is going on? ❞
❝ We’re on the money trail, and we just found a new lead. ❞
❝ Okay, this is bad. This is really bad. ❞
❝ Wait… What? Did you say “eat people”? Are you a cannibal, [ Name ]? ❞
❝ I’m always gonna be one step ahead of you. ❞
❝ I’m so confused. I don’t know what’s happening right now. ❞

#meme

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@tinypinkpigtails continued from X (I hope this is alright I continued it)

His face twisted in annoyance at the nickname this human girl was quick to give him. Shortcake. Why did it always have to involve something to do with his height when people gave him nicknames? He would love to snap at this girl for her rude comment but he did not want to lose his temper over such a little thing. A bad habit of his, but it was just so easy for his irritation to flair up at such comments.

Maybe he would just leave and let her deal with the cut on her leg herself. It was her fault she had gained such an injury after all and he barely knew her so what did he care if she was bleeding or not? None that’s what.

“Fine. Deal with it by yourself if you are gonna be that way.” He half turned, fully ready to leave and be done with this whole situation, when Riruka cried out once again in frustration and he paused. An audible sigh of annoyance escaping past his lips as he glanced back over his shoulder at her.

“Come on, it’s just blood. You can’t handle the sight of a little blood now?”

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“Well, excuse me. I am so sorry that my life falling apart has inconvenienced you.“

‘a meme || @tinypinkpigtails

“Well the least that you could is take your problems elsewhere.” He shrugged. “What could I possibly do to assist you anyway?”

#tinypinkpigtails

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Memories Lost || Toshiro & Rose

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Rose simply nodded in response to the other Captain’s response. At least he wasn’t going to hold them up, he thought very nearly amused by the way he put his best foot forward, despite having no real idea where he was going. His attitude went a long way to easing any doubts Rose might have had about taking him back with them. Provided the creature didn’t come back, it looked like their luck was finally on the up.

Following the other’s example, he called out his men, ordering them to assemble and prepare for departure. As the troops filed slowly but surely into the portal, Rose turned his attention back to Toshiro.

“We’ll take the rear” he suggested, striding along to keep pace “Let the most wounded go first, then the rest. We can follow behind and keep an eye out just in case it comes back”

They moved quickly, troops filing through as quickly with little prompting. So far so good Rose thought, it was obvious they were all keen to get away from this place. Finally it was their turn and Rose took the lead, directing the two of them forward into the yawning blackness. He didn’t think he could be more relieved as the senkaimon closed and they began the journey back to the Seireitei. They had done it. Every single one of them would make it home, even if some were a bit worse for wear.

The hard part, it would seem was over.

As they walked through the emptiness, Rose kept a close eye on Toshiro, curious about what was going through his head and just what to do with him when they reached the other end. Explaining to the medical team would be easy enough, how to regain Toshiro’s memory was something else entirely.

Rose couldn’t help the smile tugged at his lips as the end of the Senkaimon loomed into view and he caught the first glimpse of the Siereitei he’d had in what seemed like ages. As he stepped out, he took a moment to just appreciate the sheer joy of being back after such a long, arduous mission. There was nothing quite like it and Rose appreciated it even more knowing where they’d just come from.

Their group was greeted by a team from the fourth, some of the medics alreday looking over those who’d been more badly wounded. Rose knew they’d come to him and Toshiro soon enough. Then would be the time to start dealing with the other man’s amnesia.

“So” Rose asked, taking his chance to talk to the other captain before the waiting medical teams looked him over “Does this look familiar? Does it jog any memories at all?”

Watching as their men assembled and began to disappear into the glowing gate, Toshiro nodded at Rose’s suggestion they take the rear. He still didn’t remember any of these men, but he had been told he was a captain so he felt a sense of responsibility regardless to see them home safe. Though he did not know what home was, where they were going, it was a relief still when it was finally his and Rose’s turn to enter the gate. It was kind of surprising when the bright light fade into gloomy shadows and he frowned at the oddly shaped walls around the pathway they walked. He felt oddly out of place here, like he was inbetween something but he chose to remain quiet for now. Silently grasping for any scraps of memory he might still have left in his mind.

Whoozy and with his head pounding like a truck when they finally exited the tunnel (much to his relief) Toshiro blinked the sunlight out of his eyes to be greeted with his first real look at the Seireitei as Rose had called it. It looked amazing, he couldn’t deny, and has a medical team swarmed over their men, his eyes raked over the area for anything familiar.

Toshiro turned when he heard Rose speak to him, remaining silent for a moment more after his question to consider it. The Seireitei was beautiful and he felt dazzled by it, but.... was it at all familiar to him? He couldn’t really be certain, he wanted to believe it was but he couldn’t be sure and that made his growing frustration at his inability to remember much even worse.

“I... don’t really know.” He answered finally, looking back out over the buildings around them. “If you are asking if any specific memories come to mind then no. I don’t remember anything. This place... it is beautiful but I can’t ascertain if it is familiar to me or not yet.”

There was a pause and his hands clenched briefly in clear show of the emotion he felt to himself.

“Otoribashi... I am worried. Am I going to be lost without any memory permanently?”

#playkinshara #sorry this took so long