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Subject Post 2Subject: Re: The Worst Awakening Ever [CLOSED: Rokuro/Yue] Thu Jun 25, 2015 1:13 pm
A little boy was sitting in the garden, playfully wriggling his toes in the mud, enjoying the shining sun on his body, in his hand a kitchen knife, a plate and a pile of onions next to him. He was without a care in the world, just he and his chores, when a weird alien monster crash-landed right next to him. He jumped up, took a few steps back, the knife pointed at the weird thing infront of him.
The thing didn't seem to notice him, and the longer the boy mustered the alien carefully, the funnier and less intimidating the thing started to look. After a moment the boy said: "Are you a salad monster?"
Subject Post 4Subject: Re: The Worst Awakening Ever [CLOSED: Rokuro/Yue] Thu Jun 25, 2015 2:38 pm
The sun was still high above the large area that was clearly not a small garden, but more of a plantation of sorts. All kinds of fruittrees, bushes and palmtrees grew, dutifully standing in line, between fields of cabbages, carrots, and corn. The ground was muddy, it must have rained not too long ago, but most of the ground between the fields was grass and flowers. In the distance up the slope of the garden stood a small shack, smoke rising out of the chimney and a hammock linked to two trees that grew under the porch. There was noone else in sight.
The boy's eyes narrowed as he was reprimanded by the alien creature. Instinctively he began answering the question. "This is our garden, my mom and I live here all..." Suddenly the kid paused, puzzled, contemplating. "Wait a second. Oh yeah? You are not fooling me!" His voice became fierce.
"Tell me, if you're NOT a salad monster, why do carrots grow out of you? You smell like salad, too. Yeah... You know what, I think you ARE a salad monster. And I'm gonna cook you for dinner!" The boy gave a crooked smile.
With a thunderous battlecry, the knife high in the air, the little boy started running.
Subject Post 6Subject: Re: The Worst Awakening Ever [CLOSED: Rokuro/Yue] Thu Jun 25, 2015 5:17 pm
The kid stopped in his tracks, only a few feet away from turning Isane into salad. Flabberghasted, all fierce expression gone from his face, he lowered the knife.
"Wait... ... how do you know Unohana-sensei?" For a second the kid's voice sounded all different, probably because he was so surprised.
" No matter. You wait here."
Before anything could stop him the boy ran off, spreading his arms out like an airplane making propeller noises. In the distance he yelled "Just waaaait. I'll bring Granny here in a second."
Only a few moments had passed, when the bushes were parted from the opposite direction the kid had taken off in. A figure stumbled into view, barely able to walk straight. An old woman in a dirty, puffy white dress appeared, the face contorted into an angry grimace, her eyes sparkling with fury, her face and nose red from liquor. She stank so heavily of smoke and alcohol it was more effective than pesticides on the surrounding plants.
Totally ignoring Isane on the ground, the old woman rushed past her towards the devastated berry bushes.
Speaking in a heavy, drawn out accent (not improved by her level of intoxication), she shouted at the top of her voice.
"Mhhhhhkayyyy.. Woo did sis? What fucking aaaassssshole desssoyed my garrrden?" I'ma showww... you motherless fucking cunnts..."
Then her eyes focused on the carved up fields. The old woman sank to her knees, revealing the incredible dirt on her soles of her feet and began to shake uncontrollably.
Subject Post 8Subject: Re: The Worst Awakening Ever [CLOSED: Rokuro/Yue] Sat Jun 27, 2015 2:27 pm
A cackle rose from the old throat, followed by a full-hearted huehuehuehuehuehue that was probably meant to be laughter, but sounded kinda scary for a moment.
The old woman smiled and said "well, well, I haven't been Ma'am'ed in a while." The drunkenness was almost completely gone from her voice, her accent more contained now. She paused, intensely looking Isane up and down.
"Well, at least you are polite. I'm glad to see Sensei still carefully chooses her company. You might be a destroyer of cabbages, but you are polite." Towards the end of the sentence she trailed off into a barely audible muttering, that seemed to include the words "youngsters", "these days", "no respect for people's properties".
Heavily leaning on her staff, the old woman came towards Isane, walking alot slower now than before when she had rushed past her, her face unreadable.
"So lemme ask you then, who are you, and what are you doing here in my little recluse"?
Subject Post 10Subject: Re: The Worst Awakening Ever [CLOSED: Rokuro/Yue] Sat Jun 27, 2015 4:41 pm
When Isane had finished, the old woman's face fell from surprise.
"Aizen... Sousuke... But that was so..."
Realization dawned, and her eyes turned to quickly concealed pity.
"Where are my manners? Ijara do Nascimento, at your service, vice captain-san. She must like you if she chose you, and know that any friend of unohana-sensei is quite welcome here." A cough. "Alas, I don't know much of what goes on in the rest of rukongai, so I have no news for you." But please, my legs are so tired, would you not help me back to my house?"
Without awaiting an answer, the old, heavy woman leaned on Isane and began walking her up the hill. They walked in silence, the old woman every now and then glancing over, then slightly shaking her head.
The shack came into view, a small single room made of wooden planks, the roof of straw with a simple clay chimney. The smell of smoke and incense was heavy in the air when Ijara opened the door, a fire burning in the fireplace... it looked comfortable, if a bit messy. An abstract picture of what seemed to be a black man holding some kind of spear hung on the far wall, badly painted, but expressive. Two sides of the shack were lined with empty metal hooks.
Ijara immediately lounged into a large armchair.
"Kotetsu-san, was it?" the old woman pointed to a shelf on the kitchen wall. "hand me that gourd over there, and a cup. Actually, make that two cups. You will need a drink, too."