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Mauvaise Chance Apartments - Early, Early, God Awful Early Saturday Morning
It had been a normal, peaceful morning that was so early it was practically the night before still. If one wanted to be specific. Or if they were still constrained by the tyrant of time.
Then a piercing noise sounded throughout the building as a fire alarm went off.
Because why get a good night's sleep when you could be dragged out of bed to wait on the tiny, under-worked Fandom Fire Department to come make sure everything was fine?
[Open! Make those threads messy!]
Then a piercing noise sounded throughout the building as a fire alarm went off.
Because why get a good night's sleep when you could be dragged out of bed to wait on the tiny, under-worked Fandom Fire Department to come make sure everything was fine?
[Open! Make those threads messy!]
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He seemed solid enough.
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He seemed to be particularly amused by the quaint ness of the notion.
He leaned an a little, as if imparting to her now some private little secret, which was entirely for effect over any actual clandestine purpose.
"I possess what's called a gigai," he offered, "which is a temporary corporeal body for the human world since I don't actually have one. But I assure you, Jesse-chan, it is every bit as versatile and capable as any other body."
Quite a bit more so, actually, generally speaking.
"I'd be more than happy to show you sometime ♥."
Aaaaand...there it was. A statement that might have maybe, in a stretch, be taken as innocent if you just blatantly ignored...everything.
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... being more serious.
"So did they just give that to you when you died, or...?"
Jesse, you weirdo, just leave the conversation.
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Shunsui's elicit romps around the human world were currently one of the Seireitei's worst kept secrets, but, luckily for him, Old Man Yamamoto learned a long time ago how to best pick those battles.
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Okay, she could afford to let a little dry amusement slip back into her voice.
(Not that she could afford to judge. She'd gotten her other job through breaking and entering a government building.)
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A moment, to truly drive his injury home with a hand to his chest, before he offered, "I worked out a deal with a fellow who makes them, or, at least, has the best techniques for allowing one to manifest their own reitsu, or spiritual energy, into a physical form rather than merely handing you a glorified meat sack."
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Foiled by video game protagonist dialogue syndrome again.
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"If well done," he offered, "I doubt there's hardly any discernable different for most humans, though another Soul would be able to easily recognize the reitsu. There are ways of cloaking that, though..."
Since no one here really could read reitsu, as far as he could tell, he never really bothered with the effort. Not unless it was Parents Weekend, and Nanao-chan had brought papers.
"Though, really, Jesse-chan, perhaps you should just see for yourself ♥."
The obvious current of suggestion there, in his tone and his grin, was undercut slightly by the otherwise innocent-seeming offering out of his arm for tactile verification, if she so desired.
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Polaris's resonance pulsed genty through her consciousness. It didn't seem alarmed, and Jesse shook off the thought, and smiled wryly. "No, I believe you," she said.
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