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Who: Rikku ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
albhedpotion and Renji Abarai i_love_taiyaki
What: Exploration and wandering leads to a chance meeting!
When: Today's date. :P
Where: Some random hall in the castle. Not even sure which floor |D
Rating: PG(-13? For Renji's mouth? :O perhaps)
She'd been here too long already to not know the place by heart. Rikku'd decided that upon waking up that morning. It seemed as obvious and certain and right as the sun shining through her window. So she'd set out that morning to see what she could discover.
For an old castle, it had proved to be quite clean. No cob webs, hardly any dust, polished furnishings and metal--and all without so much as a single maid walking around with a duster. Her wonderment at how the place could possibly stay so clean was answered when she found a ghost on a floor (the fourth, but she'd lost count already by then) carrying around a dish towel. Dogging the phantasm down the hall, Rikku was trying to boggle just how it could hold physical objects and working up the courage when it went through a wall and she couldn't.
So she went along with her explorations, looking for valuables in the drawers of little vanity tables placed for decoration, tilting giant picturesque oil paintings of landscapes in the hope of finding some sort of long-forgotten secret map jammed into the crevice between matting and frame, plucking out candles from their abras, switching them around to see if some secret passageway wouldn't open--but only succeeding in dripping wax on the floors. Puzzled and frustrated, she tried pressing random stones, hoping one might light up with a glyph or two. Hey, it had always worked in the temples; why not a spooky castle with ghosts and a brain?
Rikku had no such luck, obviously, and was feeling a bit discouraged until she encountered a pair of armed suits up on the ninth floor. Going up on tip toes, she lifted the left one's visor in an attempt to peer inside it. It looked like it was empty, but she couldn't see well--maybe it had something valuable in it...? Never mind that the castle had already provided her with plenty of valuables she didn't need to go searching for. She had it taken apart, parts strewn about the floor haphazardly, before fifteen minutes passed. Examining its twin, Rikku wondered just how anyone could wear something like that.
Thirty minutes and some serious struggling later, Rikku was clanking around the ninth floor, trying to get out of the stupid thing. "Euuuuupph, phooie," she moaned tinnily from inside her metal prison as she stiffly waddled about.
albhedpotion and Renji Abarai i_love_taiyakiWhat: Exploration and wandering leads to a chance meeting!
When: Today's date. :P
Where: Some random hall in the castle. Not even sure which floor |D
Rating: PG(-13? For Renji's mouth? :O perhaps)
She'd been here too long already to not know the place by heart. Rikku'd decided that upon waking up that morning. It seemed as obvious and certain and right as the sun shining through her window. So she'd set out that morning to see what she could discover.
For an old castle, it had proved to be quite clean. No cob webs, hardly any dust, polished furnishings and metal--and all without so much as a single maid walking around with a duster. Her wonderment at how the place could possibly stay so clean was answered when she found a ghost on a floor (the fourth, but she'd lost count already by then) carrying around a dish towel. Dogging the phantasm down the hall, Rikku was trying to boggle just how it could hold physical objects and working up the courage when it went through a wall and she couldn't.
So she went along with her explorations, looking for valuables in the drawers of little vanity tables placed for decoration, tilting giant picturesque oil paintings of landscapes in the hope of finding some sort of long-forgotten secret map jammed into the crevice between matting and frame, plucking out candles from their abras, switching them around to see if some secret passageway wouldn't open--but only succeeding in dripping wax on the floors. Puzzled and frustrated, she tried pressing random stones, hoping one might light up with a glyph or two. Hey, it had always worked in the temples; why not a spooky castle with ghosts and a brain?
Rikku had no such luck, obviously, and was feeling a bit discouraged until she encountered a pair of armed suits up on the ninth floor. Going up on tip toes, she lifted the left one's visor in an attempt to peer inside it. It looked like it was empty, but she couldn't see well--maybe it had something valuable in it...? Never mind that the castle had already provided her with plenty of valuables she didn't need to go searching for. She had it taken apart, parts strewn about the floor haphazardly, before fifteen minutes passed. Examining its twin, Rikku wondered just how anyone could wear something like that.
Thirty minutes and some serious struggling later, Rikku was clanking around the ninth floor, trying to get out of the stupid thing. "Euuuuupph, phooie," she moaned tinnily from inside her metal prison as she stiffly waddled about.
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"Ah...s...so," he said, and lifted a hand to scratch the crown of his head. "Uhm...are you okay?" he asked. Yeah, okay, he could take it in that direction. While Renji was by nature a generally social fellow, he had a bit of a habit of saying the wrong thing or accidentally offending someone without trying. Well, it wasn't really his fault he had a sharp tongue and a short temper. He lifted his eyebrows then, quickly appraising Rikku from above and angling his head.
She was...interesting. With her wild blonde hair and big whorling green eyes and that crooked smirk of hers...Renji had to admit he rather liked her right off the bat. She looked like a wiseass, and she was probably fun to plan shenanigans with.
He stuck one big hand out to shake. "Well now that I can see you and we don't have to talk through sheet-metal," he chuckled, "pleased to meetcha."
Then he glanced at the armor sitting in the middle of the hallway, and jerked a thumb toward it. "Should we...put that back?"