Though she was putting some of the finishing touches on the pyrotechnics she planned on showing Red tomorrow, Kūkaku's work was shocking quiet in her office today. For once, she was holding off on the loud explosives and the cackling laughter and the shouting of orders to her servants ( Read more... )

Kūkaku didn't have much to do today until rehearsals at the theatre, and she supposed she could be going through and planning out exactly what she wanted to do with the pyrotechnics, but meh. She was feeling lazy today and the only thing she intended on doing, it seemed, was kicking back and picking out all the soot and powder from underneath her ( Read more... )

Kūkaku wasn't working with bombs or gunpowder or wires in her office today, though she was working. It was paper that had replaced the usual collection of shells and fuses and canisters that usually littered her desk. She tapped a red wax pencil thoughtfully on the desk as she considered the diagram in front of her, one that looked like it might ( Read more... )

The weekend had been a nice distraction, but now everything felt way too quiet. As Kūkaku settled in her office to work on a project to go along with class this week, she was almost tempted to mess up on purpose, just to have something exciting happen ( Read more... )

As her office filled with the usual smoke from her pipe, Kūkaku's concerns were less on any visiting parental units or guardians as they were on the fact that she'd left Ganju out there alone to his own devices. Which was...fine, really. That meant she didn't have to deal with him as much, but Fandom Island was much smaller than the Soul Society ( Read more... )

The day was far from over for the birthday girl at 29 Chimera Ct. Kūkaku didn't care if it was slightly overcast; she was not letting today go by without a bang, especially since there was a significantly larger audience on the island that usual. So the house was a buzz with activity, Kūkaku mixing a few more explosions while she ordered the ( Read more... )

The weather outside was no good for working, and Kūkaku had promised no remodeling in the house, and so that meant shipping over to her office to get some work done. Everything was going fairly well until she lifted her head and blinked at the door, where a unicorn stood, staring at her ( Read more... )

Kūkaku Shiba was in her office and nothing was blowing up. Alert the presses ( Read more... )

"Now, let's see," Kūkaku muttered to herself, frowning at the electronic device in front of her brimming with colourful wires and digital displays. She hated all this technical stuff; give her a good old gunpowder and fire bomb over this any day, but if she was going to be teaching the basics of explosions, she'd have to at least touch on them. ( Read more... )

Sure, Kūkaku had an office, but, really, would you really want her to be perfecting her craft indoors? It was so restrictive and not to mention public property, and, besides, it was a nice day ( Read more... )