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Post by Kobato Banrai on May 5, 2010 17:47:17 GMT -5
Kobato walked along the halls of the Dojo having just slippedc an invitation through the 5th squad's Captain's door. He walked inside one of the rooms and decided to train himself until his guest would arrive. He hoped he'd arrive. So he fought air sending punches and flying kicks through the air to warm himself up and give him a workout.
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Post by Shinigami Kyra on May 5, 2010 18:27:28 GMT -5
Kyra had a headache. Matsumoto had just brought her to some place in the real world where they celebrated some holiday called Cinco de Mayo. The red haired Captain couldn't understand anything that was being said, but what she did understand, was free drinks. It wasn't anything like Karakura; everyone had been speaking a foreign language... nevertheless, it seemed in their Gigai, and despite not knowing the language, the pair of women were certainly able to have a good time. They drank until they couldn't drink anymore, and by some miracle, the two were able to make it back to Soul Society in one piece.
Currently, the larger of the two redheads was passed out on the far smaller one, whose arm was twitching as she attempted to push the heavy bust from her face in order to provide her lungs the very oxygen they craved. After several minutes, and countless attempts, the Captain was able to escape from one of Soul Society's most luscious racks, and even found the energy to shower and change. When she finally returned to her quarters, she spotted a note beneath her door. As she read the note, her brow couldn't help but twitch in annoyance. Sure, it was addressed to Rounin-Taicho... but the manner in which it was spoken was obvious that the person who had sent the letter assumed that Kyra was a guy.
[OOC Note: Kyra is a woman, idiot. I decided to have her notice it IC.]
While not even bothering to understand the note or anything like that, she made her way to the dojo to find out just what the gibberish written on the note meant. Quite frankly, she couldn't understand it; there were a lot of characters that just weren't written correctly, or in the improper order. Nevertheless, she understood the word 'dojo' and as such, she began to head that way.
"Oy, oy," Kyra barged into the room, spotting whom she assumed was the sender of the letter. "You the guy that wrote this? 'the hell do you want, I'm trying to cure a hangover here, so make it quick."
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