savior_n_black: (Eh?)
[ These were the sorts of Saturdays that were the best in Ichigo's opinion. Not having to worry for the whole day about anything - Rukia was on the mend in Soul Society, Ggio had decided not to stay this afternoon, and was out with Yuzu, and so that left Ichigo lounging under the Kotatsu ( Yes, it was early for one, but it's cold out, so who cares? ) reading some manga Chad loaned him, and munching medatatively on a stick of mango flavored - shut up, he likes them - Pocky.

Craning his neck to see over the edge of the table, he checked the time, and wondered if he should call Maggie again. Maybe she couldn't get a worldhop? ]
savior_n_black: Gift Icon, please don't take (Goofy Grin)
[The feed starts with just Ichigo sitting on the mattress that's laying on the floor of 'his room' while training with the Vizards. From the angle, it's easy to assume the laptop is likewise on the floor. Behind him Zangetsu is leaning against a wall, and their are clothes scattered haphazardly around. He's stripped his kosode, and shitagi off, and is binding his ribs again. Bruises, scrapes, and assundry little cuts cover every exposed part of him, and then some.]

Nine seconds!! NINE SECONDS!! HAHAHAHA!!
Take that you pasty fucker!

[Ichigo is obviously very proud of this, and is grinning at the screen.]

Took almost a month, and a half to get to six, and in one day, one day I'm up to nine!
It worked!
Never thought I'd say it, but...Thank you, Eris!

[Finishing up with a slight grimace while pulling the bandage tight, he shrugs back into his shitagi.]

Tanabata was yesterday, too.
I didn't think about it, really, until I was coming back from Maggie's, and saw the lights out on the river.

Never been much for it. The whole 'wishing' thing, but I'll admit to adding something to the cherry tree in the temple yard on my way back. Not a wish, though, and no. I'm not telling what it is, so don't start.

Oh! Yeah, I almost forgot; Oi, Rock? You busy?

[Private || Locked\\Hackable] )
savior_n_black: (Trying to be poetic here)
It wasn't a bad day, all things considered. For a while, Ichigo just sat, enjoying being outside after feeling like he'd been cooped up for so long.
Of course he also felt like it was probably a good idea to basically be under lock, and key, but...he couldn't help feeling restless, and impatient with a healing body.

And, so, despite objections from Kensei, Ichigo had gone to Hachigen personally, and asked as politely as he could manage for the quiet, older man to open a door for him through the kidou barrier around the warehouse. Actually, Ichigo had half-expected Hachi to frown at him, and tell him to go back to bed, but for some reason Hachi had just stuck to the worried frown, and opened a door.

So, here he was; sitting on a park bench, in shinigami form ( plus a few extra bandages ) just...thinking. Thinking, and waiting to see if Maggie would come.
savior_n_black: (Turn my back on your world)
Ugh...What a fucked up week.
Those fucking guns that old jackass had were the only reason he even landed a hit, but my ribs are still telling me about it.

Then, Maggie, and that Mikaela girl are alien robots? About had a heart attack just hearing some random video post of screaming, and end up in America, on another world, with a bunch of american military guys all around so I could hardly move without accidentally bumping into one, and then the guy would freak out. Took me until the next day just to get back to Karakura!

Cut not IC )

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