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OOC:
Name: Gee
Are you over 16?: stillllll yes
Personal LJ: aseashell
Email: barbedwirerose@hotmail.co.uk
Timezone: GMT
Other contact: aim: loveslostlabours
Characters already in the game: n/a
How did you find us?: idk i am wayyyy past remembering
IC:
Character name: Abarai Renji
Fandom: BLEACH
Timeline: Chapter 300 and something (after 354 but before 378, somewhere in the middle of getting his ass kicked by Yammy).
Age: 1... 50? Give or take a decade or so.
~*Magical*~ abilities and strengths: Aside from natural strength, of which he has enough to through Ichigo through a wall with his strike, Renji is an experienced and highly skilled swordsman. Zabimaru, his zanpakuto, is a blade whose shikai (release command hoero) renders it into six parts connected by an elasticated band which is able to stretch to incredible distances, leaving it more useful as a whip than a sword. Despite the difficulty of mastering such a blade, Renji makes use of it expertly, able to enforce an attack on an opponent from a great distance without their being able to judge whether the attack will come from the left, the right or dead-on. In close quarters battle, he is just as able to use Zabimaru’s shikai form as an ordinary blade, and is also adept at fighting with his sealed sword.
Zabimaru’s shikai has a three attack combo limit, after which Renji is left open to attack while the blade recollects itself. Because of this, Renji has trained himself to become an expert in shunpo so as to easily dodge any strike that might come his way while he is left open.
Renji has also achieved Zabimaru’s bankai, Hihiō Zabimaru. In bankai form, Zabimaru becomes a huge, skeletal snake, a vastly more powerful version of it’s shikai. In this form, it’s segments are held together by Renji’s own spiritual power, and so can be seperated or attached whenever Renji sees fit in order to aid the battle. This also means that, unlike in shikai form, when one segment of the sword is damaged the blade can reconstitute without needing to include it. Unlike his shikai, this form does not cut, instead using the head snake head to bite or ram an opponent into the ground. It also has the ability to fire a concentrated burst of Renji’s reiatsu, though this takes a lot of energy and often results in the segments falling out of formation. Zabimaru’s segments, seperated, can also be used in creative ways. One such tactic sharpens the picks on each segment using reiatsu and then pulls them all together, crushing the opponent, while the other allows Renji to bind his opponent using the spiritual energy bonds between each of Zabimaru’s segments as a sort of rope. Achieving bankai meant that Renji’s already impressive reiatsu almost doubled in strength.
Kidou... can’t really be listed as that much of an ability, considering the attempt at most spells tends to result in more harm done to Renji than anyone else. Still, he’s able to make use of it in some situations (to somewhat unreliable ends) for simple things such as providing light... and at least if anyone needs a haphazard explosion, they’ll know where to go?
How would they use their abilities?: For the most part, to protect and to fight to become stronger. But if someone pisses him off, he wouldn’t be opposed to throwing them into a wall or two. Generally, he’s prepared to fight, kill or die in aid of what he believes in.
Appearance: Did someone say tats? It is said that once upon a time, Renji had eyebrows. Sadly, the only person still alive to vouch for this has spent so long living with the big black things on his face that sometimes even she can’t remember for sure whether they’d ever been red. No, but seriously. Tribal stripe tattoos everywhere. Strip him, and you’ll have trouble naming a body part that isn’t touched by them. Aside from the tats, though, he does have other notable features. For one, his red hair. And whether loose or tied back in it’s trademark pineapple, Renji’s hair is certainly red, that much isn’t up for dispute. In height he reaches 6’2”, and although his taste in what and what not to wear is sometimes somewhat lacking, let it never said that his choice of eyewear is anything but the best. Renji’s forehead is always adorned with designer eyewear, usually bought from Gin Tonbo for half a year’s salary, the glasses only ever replaced by some headband or another while he saves up for a new pair (they have the uncanny habit of getting broken as soon as he buys them).
Background/Personality: Renji lived most of his childhood in the 78th district of Rukongai, Inuzuri, living as an orphan on the streets where every day was a fight for survival. This in itself was enough to toughen him up considerably, although back then staying alive had become something of a game - it had to for children to survive in a world like that, where everybody was out for themselves and no-one had any kindness to spare. For a long time, he acted as a sort of head for their small group of friends, the only one with any considerable spiritual power and therefore the one to be looked up to. And then Rukia came along. Rukia, the little spunky girl who spoke and acted and led like a boy, who had reiatsu just as he did, who he would have envied were it not for her gentleness. Everything she did she did with a vague sense of grace, whether it was seeking out food for the five of them or kicking him in the head, and for years they stayed by one another’s side, growing and learning and living in the rough world that Inuzuri had shaped for them. Living, however, wasn’t as easily done as said in that sort of environment - Inuzuri was no place for children - and by the time Rukia suggested they become shinigami, the two of them were all that was left. Renji made no dispute. There was nothing to stay for.
And so they left Inuzuri in favour of the Seireitei. Renji, so long knowing only Rukia’s company, found himself at home in the presence of people his own age and easily intergrated with them. Here, his strength was trained and his confidence grown amongst new friends and the chance of bettering himself, of no longer being the haggard stray he might have become had he not left Inuzuri. Everything seemed comfortable, going well... and then Kuchiki Byakuya came. He came, and he went, and he took Rukia with him. When Rukia told Renji of the offer, he’d had a moment of complete and unshakable disbelief. Rukia was to become a noble. That was good, right? She deserved that. More than either of them could ever have dreamed of in life and now, for her, it was coming true. And he forced himself to smile. He couldn’t believe it was happening and he hardly wanted to, but he smiled for her. Congratulated her. Well done, Rukia, you got away. You’re not one of us nobodies anymore.
That was the moment at which he swore to himself he would surpass Kuchiki Byakuya. The man who could give her everything, he would surpass.
Renji trained hard after that. He got through the Academy, and along with his friends Kira and Hinamori was accepted into Aizen Sousuke’s 5th division. That didn’t last long, however. Renji was soon recognised for his strength transferred into the 11th where he continued his training in Zanjutsu under Madarame Ikkaku, until Ikkaku could teach him nothing more. Fourty years after Rukia’s adoption into the Kuchiki family, Renji was presented with a letter informing him that he was to become the lieutenant of the 6th division, and suddenly he was even closer to his goal of surpassing the stoic head of the Kuchiki family.
And then everything went to hell. Renji dealt with the situation of Rukia’s propsed execution as professionally as he could. Blaming Ichigo, the human boy, the Ryoka boy, and placing faith in his Captain to protect his adoptive sister. When Byakuya made it clear that he would have no part in saving Rukia, however, and he went on to lose to Ichigo making it clear that he was not strong enough to save her, his angry pride broke down long enough to allow his concern and fear of her death to take pride of place. Proud and stubborn as he is, Renji will allow it all to fall if it means protecting a person dear to him, as he did that day when he all but begged for Ichigo to save Rukia in his stead.
Later, after a conversation with his zanpakutou in which he determined that Ichigo was no longer his enemy, a fully healed Renji set out again. This time, his opponent was to be Kuchiki Byakuya. When Byakuya refused to let him pass to help save Rukia, Renji was ready. He had been diligently preparing for this fight for a long time, observing Byakuya’s zanpakutou, training his eyes to see each step of his shunpo and to know his battle style like the back of his hand. He fought well, calmly explaining each step of the way how he’d managed to come that far, how he would win. However, he didn’t. Even after being hit directly by every blade of Senbonzakura Kageyoshi, though? After being pierced by at least 5 blades after that? Renji still struggled on to attempt a final failed attack before allowing himself to fall. Persistent. Once he has a thought in his mind, a goal, he will entirely devote himself to it, no matter the cost.
Even after all that, Renji doesn’t desire, when asked, that his Captain had died. Instead, he is glad that he lived, or he’d have no reason to get stronger. This shows that Renji is not one to easily bear a grudge, or at least not one to hate. Byakuya had taken Rukia from him, almost killed him in defense of Rukia’s execution, and yet Renji sits with him while he recovers. If not forgiving, he is the sort of person to put things to one side.
Despite how it might seem, Renji isn’t all seriousness and sentiment. In fact, far from it. When he’s not busy fighting for pride or for friendship or for any of thos other serious things, he’s... about as far from it as you can get. Hot-headed and quick to anger, as shown by the very quick personality switch he manages when Ichigo makes an appearance during his conversation with the healing Byakuya and he yells at him to shut up since he was ‘just about to say a cool line’.
He’s also one for friendly, smug banter. On their first visit to Karakura high, when the students are commenting on their appearance Ikkaku tells them to ignore it, before promptly getting pissed off as someone calls him bald. Renji, amused, turns around and offers Ikkaku his own advice. Along with playful talk such as that, Renji is also quick to openly mock his friends, providing he knows they can handle it. With Ichigo, he will readily hurl insults and general unpleasantnesses, taking particular pleasure in mocking Rukia. That’s not to say he’s particularly skilled at recieving these insults in return, generally resorting to ‘shut up’ if he hasn’t a suitable remark to retort with. One notable example when Uryuu mocked the size of his shakkahou at they headed into Las Noches, which only seemed to fuel a barrage of mockery from Rukia and Ichigo, the latter of which likened his hair to Rudolph’s bright red nose and left his manly pride down and out for the count. Thus, Shut Up ensued.
Along with this, Renji isn’t too skilled at avoiding simple blackmail and bad deals. At the Urahara Shoten, there have been numerous times when, under the trap of being the freeloader, Renji has been left at a loss. Passing up a helping of seconds because ‘just because he’s the Freeloader, we shouldn’t deny him another bowl, should we Freeloader-san?’ Agreeing to help Chad after arguing it (quite fervently, and to the point where he needed restraint) over with Urahara, along with undertaking 3 months of micellaneous jobs in return for the answers to his questions which had only not recieved because Urahara had been too lazy to tell him.
Of course, while helping Chad he taunted and jibed, asking the young man if he was done already when he seemed overwhelmed by the strength of Renji’s bankai, and if he’d got weaker when Renji easily avoided his attack. However, when Chad got hurt and refused medical treatment, he told him not to get carried away, and when word of the arrancar attack came he said he would go in Chad’s place considering the amount of energy Chad had used up. In his own way, Renji is very thorough about caring for his comrades, but only makes it obvious when it matters.
He has gained a strong sense of warrior’s pride during his time as a shinigami. After Ichigo refused Rukia’s plan to split up in Las Noches, Renji piped up with ‘worrying about a warrior’s life on the battlefield is only an insult.’
This, then, in contrast with the what can only be sensibly described as derp he displays on a regular everyday basis really brings into question how he can have a sensible side at all. Cases in point: Barging into the Kurosaki home dressed as something out of an old western movie, shotgun and sheriff badge included, and declaring himself a cop. Attempting coffee. Five sugar cubes later, attempting coffee again. Running the fuck away from Dondochakka, while in the midst of a deep and important conversation about Nel.
Oh, and of course, last but not least. Taiyaki. Taiyaki gets you everywhere.
Have you read up on how the game works?: Flamingferret; missions, mooching and thieving!
1st person sample: Oi. [Note: Red. For now, this is all you can note.] How th’hell does this thing even-oh. Yeah. Right.
[THERE IS A FACE. It doesn’t look... very... happy. You know what, fuck that, it looks downright displeased.] Oi. ‘Ve got a question for ya. Anyone.
What the hell is going on?
[DEADPAN EXPRESSION
In the background, a cough.
Another cough.
A third cough.
He turns away from the screen] Yeah? [Mumbling ensues]
...
I DON’T WANT YER DAMN PAPERWORK. LEAVE ME ALONE.
3rd person sample: Renji wasn’t one for aliens. He wasn’t one for alien technology, wasn’t one for alien food, and most of all? He wasn’t one for spaceships. Just... give him a futon any day. A futon, a regular room... hell, he would even take a box. Give him a box. But no. Here he was, stuck on a goddamn spaceship, and with fuck all to be done about it. Up one Kurosaki, up one crazy fucking psycho of an Espada, up one Urahara Kisuke, down one Rukia. Wasn’t his life beautiful. (Hint: no.)
Still, there was one thing around that could keep his regular frown on his face and a less than enthusiastic drag in his step, at least keeping him from retiring to his room and never leaving ever again. That thing? That shining light in this busy, bustling, spacebound clunking contraption of a place? Alcohol. Thank god for alcohol.
Renji wasn’t quite sure exactly when he’d had his first glass. He knew it had been dark out, and it was still dark out now, so he couldn’t have been at it for long. Then again, it had been dark out the hour before. And the hour before that. And the one before that. And for however many millions of years space had been around before that. Another flaw was that, from where he was perched, he couldn’t actally see out.
Still. No matter.
Alcohol.
He was wearing a lewd grin by now, and his cheeks were a lovely rosy pink. He knew neither of these things, but even if he did he wouldn’t have cared. All he did care about was that there was a lovely looking lady behind the bar, and that the closer the leaned the more fragrant she smelled.
It didn’t occur to him that she was also green.
Somewhere behind him, the titters of a very bad friend which completey missed his ears as he leaned in and set his glass on the bar, lidded eyes heavy and grinning slyly around his pouted lips.
“Hey, beaut’ful. How’d ya like t’get me annuth-annunnun. Some more beer?”
Questions?: i left this until wayyyy to late to do any proper checking or rewriting of the app or samples so you're stuck with the old ugly thing. U MAD? also i hope that's okay and not against any rules or anything
Did you put your characters name and fandom in the subject: MHMM
OOC:
Name: Gee
Are you over 16?: stillllll yes
Personal LJ: aseashell
Email: barbedwirerose@hotmail.co.uk
Timezone: GMT
Other contact: aim: loveslostlabours
Characters already in the game: n/a
How did you find us?: idk i am wayyyy past remembering
IC:
Character name: Abarai Renji
Fandom: BLEACH
Timeline: Chapter 300 and something (after 354 but before 378, somewhere in the middle of getting his ass kicked by Yammy).
Age: 1... 50? Give or take a decade or so.
~*Magical*~ abilities and strengths: Aside from natural strength, of which he has enough to through Ichigo through a wall with his strike, Renji is an experienced and highly skilled swordsman. Zabimaru, his zanpakuto, is a blade whose shikai (release command hoero) renders it into six parts connected by an elasticated band which is able to stretch to incredible distances, leaving it more useful as a whip than a sword. Despite the difficulty of mastering such a blade, Renji makes use of it expertly, able to enforce an attack on an opponent from a great distance without their being able to judge whether the attack will come from the left, the right or dead-on. In close quarters battle, he is just as able to use Zabimaru’s shikai form as an ordinary blade, and is also adept at fighting with his sealed sword.
Zabimaru’s shikai has a three attack combo limit, after which Renji is left open to attack while the blade recollects itself. Because of this, Renji has trained himself to become an expert in shunpo so as to easily dodge any strike that might come his way while he is left open.
Renji has also achieved Zabimaru’s bankai, Hihiō Zabimaru. In bankai form, Zabimaru becomes a huge, skeletal snake, a vastly more powerful version of it’s shikai. In this form, it’s segments are held together by Renji’s own spiritual power, and so can be seperated or attached whenever Renji sees fit in order to aid the battle. This also means that, unlike in shikai form, when one segment of the sword is damaged the blade can reconstitute without needing to include it. Unlike his shikai, this form does not cut, instead using the head snake head to bite or ram an opponent into the ground. It also has the ability to fire a concentrated burst of Renji’s reiatsu, though this takes a lot of energy and often results in the segments falling out of formation. Zabimaru’s segments, seperated, can also be used in creative ways. One such tactic sharpens the picks on each segment using reiatsu and then pulls them all together, crushing the opponent, while the other allows Renji to bind his opponent using the spiritual energy bonds between each of Zabimaru’s segments as a sort of rope. Achieving bankai meant that Renji’s already impressive reiatsu almost doubled in strength.
Kidou... can’t really be listed as that much of an ability, considering the attempt at most spells tends to result in more harm done to Renji than anyone else. Still, he’s able to make use of it in some situations (to somewhat unreliable ends) for simple things such as providing light... and at least if anyone needs a haphazard explosion, they’ll know where to go?
How would they use their abilities?: For the most part, to protect and to fight to become stronger. But if someone pisses him off, he wouldn’t be opposed to throwing them into a wall or two. Generally, he’s prepared to fight, kill or die in aid of what he believes in.
Appearance: Did someone say tats? It is said that once upon a time, Renji had eyebrows. Sadly, the only person still alive to vouch for this has spent so long living with the big black things on his face that sometimes even she can’t remember for sure whether they’d ever been red. No, but seriously. Tribal stripe tattoos everywhere. Strip him, and you’ll have trouble naming a body part that isn’t touched by them. Aside from the tats, though, he does have other notable features. For one, his red hair. And whether loose or tied back in it’s trademark pineapple, Renji’s hair is certainly red, that much isn’t up for dispute. In height he reaches 6’2”, and although his taste in what and what not to wear is sometimes somewhat lacking, let it never said that his choice of eyewear is anything but the best. Renji’s forehead is always adorned with designer eyewear, usually bought from Gin Tonbo for half a year’s salary, the glasses only ever replaced by some headband or another while he saves up for a new pair (they have the uncanny habit of getting broken as soon as he buys them).
Background/Personality: Renji lived most of his childhood in the 78th district of Rukongai, Inuzuri, living as an orphan on the streets where every day was a fight for survival. This in itself was enough to toughen him up considerably, although back then staying alive had become something of a game - it had to for children to survive in a world like that, where everybody was out for themselves and no-one had any kindness to spare. For a long time, he acted as a sort of head for their small group of friends, the only one with any considerable spiritual power and therefore the one to be looked up to. And then Rukia came along. Rukia, the little spunky girl who spoke and acted and led like a boy, who had reiatsu just as he did, who he would have envied were it not for her gentleness. Everything she did she did with a vague sense of grace, whether it was seeking out food for the five of them or kicking him in the head, and for years they stayed by one another’s side, growing and learning and living in the rough world that Inuzuri had shaped for them. Living, however, wasn’t as easily done as said in that sort of environment - Inuzuri was no place for children - and by the time Rukia suggested they become shinigami, the two of them were all that was left. Renji made no dispute. There was nothing to stay for.
And so they left Inuzuri in favour of the Seireitei. Renji, so long knowing only Rukia’s company, found himself at home in the presence of people his own age and easily intergrated with them. Here, his strength was trained and his confidence grown amongst new friends and the chance of bettering himself, of no longer being the haggard stray he might have become had he not left Inuzuri. Everything seemed comfortable, going well... and then Kuchiki Byakuya came. He came, and he went, and he took Rukia with him. When Rukia told Renji of the offer, he’d had a moment of complete and unshakable disbelief. Rukia was to become a noble. That was good, right? She deserved that. More than either of them could ever have dreamed of in life and now, for her, it was coming true. And he forced himself to smile. He couldn’t believe it was happening and he hardly wanted to, but he smiled for her. Congratulated her. Well done, Rukia, you got away. You’re not one of us nobodies anymore.
That was the moment at which he swore to himself he would surpass Kuchiki Byakuya. The man who could give her everything, he would surpass.
Renji trained hard after that. He got through the Academy, and along with his friends Kira and Hinamori was accepted into Aizen Sousuke’s 5th division. That didn’t last long, however. Renji was soon recognised for his strength transferred into the 11th where he continued his training in Zanjutsu under Madarame Ikkaku, until Ikkaku could teach him nothing more. Fourty years after Rukia’s adoption into the Kuchiki family, Renji was presented with a letter informing him that he was to become the lieutenant of the 6th division, and suddenly he was even closer to his goal of surpassing the stoic head of the Kuchiki family.
And then everything went to hell. Renji dealt with the situation of Rukia’s propsed execution as professionally as he could. Blaming Ichigo, the human boy, the Ryoka boy, and placing faith in his Captain to protect his adoptive sister. When Byakuya made it clear that he would have no part in saving Rukia, however, and he went on to lose to Ichigo making it clear that he was not strong enough to save her, his angry pride broke down long enough to allow his concern and fear of her death to take pride of place. Proud and stubborn as he is, Renji will allow it all to fall if it means protecting a person dear to him, as he did that day when he all but begged for Ichigo to save Rukia in his stead.
Later, after a conversation with his zanpakutou in which he determined that Ichigo was no longer his enemy, a fully healed Renji set out again. This time, his opponent was to be Kuchiki Byakuya. When Byakuya refused to let him pass to help save Rukia, Renji was ready. He had been diligently preparing for this fight for a long time, observing Byakuya’s zanpakutou, training his eyes to see each step of his shunpo and to know his battle style like the back of his hand. He fought well, calmly explaining each step of the way how he’d managed to come that far, how he would win. However, he didn’t. Even after being hit directly by every blade of Senbonzakura Kageyoshi, though? After being pierced by at least 5 blades after that? Renji still struggled on to attempt a final failed attack before allowing himself to fall. Persistent. Once he has a thought in his mind, a goal, he will entirely devote himself to it, no matter the cost.
Even after all that, Renji doesn’t desire, when asked, that his Captain had died. Instead, he is glad that he lived, or he’d have no reason to get stronger. This shows that Renji is not one to easily bear a grudge, or at least not one to hate. Byakuya had taken Rukia from him, almost killed him in defense of Rukia’s execution, and yet Renji sits with him while he recovers. If not forgiving, he is the sort of person to put things to one side.
Despite how it might seem, Renji isn’t all seriousness and sentiment. In fact, far from it. When he’s not busy fighting for pride or for friendship or for any of thos other serious things, he’s... about as far from it as you can get. Hot-headed and quick to anger, as shown by the very quick personality switch he manages when Ichigo makes an appearance during his conversation with the healing Byakuya and he yells at him to shut up since he was ‘just about to say a cool line’.
He’s also one for friendly, smug banter. On their first visit to Karakura high, when the students are commenting on their appearance Ikkaku tells them to ignore it, before promptly getting pissed off as someone calls him bald. Renji, amused, turns around and offers Ikkaku his own advice. Along with playful talk such as that, Renji is also quick to openly mock his friends, providing he knows they can handle it. With Ichigo, he will readily hurl insults and general unpleasantnesses, taking particular pleasure in mocking Rukia. That’s not to say he’s particularly skilled at recieving these insults in return, generally resorting to ‘shut up’ if he hasn’t a suitable remark to retort with. One notable example when Uryuu mocked the size of his shakkahou at they headed into Las Noches, which only seemed to fuel a barrage of mockery from Rukia and Ichigo, the latter of which likened his hair to Rudolph’s bright red nose and left his manly pride down and out for the count. Thus, Shut Up ensued.
Along with this, Renji isn’t too skilled at avoiding simple blackmail and bad deals. At the Urahara Shoten, there have been numerous times when, under the trap of being the freeloader, Renji has been left at a loss. Passing up a helping of seconds because ‘just because he’s the Freeloader, we shouldn’t deny him another bowl, should we Freeloader-san?’ Agreeing to help Chad after arguing it (quite fervently, and to the point where he needed restraint) over with Urahara, along with undertaking 3 months of micellaneous jobs in return for the answers to his questions which had only not recieved because Urahara had been too lazy to tell him.
Of course, while helping Chad he taunted and jibed, asking the young man if he was done already when he seemed overwhelmed by the strength of Renji’s bankai, and if he’d got weaker when Renji easily avoided his attack. However, when Chad got hurt and refused medical treatment, he told him not to get carried away, and when word of the arrancar attack came he said he would go in Chad’s place considering the amount of energy Chad had used up. In his own way, Renji is very thorough about caring for his comrades, but only makes it obvious when it matters.
He has gained a strong sense of warrior’s pride during his time as a shinigami. After Ichigo refused Rukia’s plan to split up in Las Noches, Renji piped up with ‘worrying about a warrior’s life on the battlefield is only an insult.’
This, then, in contrast with the what can only be sensibly described as derp he displays on a regular everyday basis really brings into question how he can have a sensible side at all. Cases in point: Barging into the Kurosaki home dressed as something out of an old western movie, shotgun and sheriff badge included, and declaring himself a cop. Attempting coffee. Five sugar cubes later, attempting coffee again. Running the fuck away from Dondochakka, while in the midst of a deep and important conversation about Nel.
Oh, and of course, last but not least. Taiyaki. Taiyaki gets you everywhere.
Have you read up on how the game works?: Flamingferret; missions, mooching and thieving!
1st person sample: Oi. [Note: Red. For now, this is all you can note.] How th’hell does this thing even-oh. Yeah. Right.
[THERE IS A FACE. It doesn’t look... very... happy. You know what, fuck that, it looks downright displeased.] Oi. ‘Ve got a question for ya. Anyone.
What the hell is going on?
[DEADPAN EXPRESSION
In the background, a cough.
Another cough.
A third cough.
He turns away from the screen] Yeah? [Mumbling ensues]
...
I DON’T WANT YER DAMN PAPERWORK. LEAVE ME ALONE.
3rd person sample: Renji wasn’t one for aliens. He wasn’t one for alien technology, wasn’t one for alien food, and most of all? He wasn’t one for spaceships. Just... give him a futon any day. A futon, a regular room... hell, he would even take a box. Give him a box. But no. Here he was, stuck on a goddamn spaceship, and with fuck all to be done about it. Up one Kurosaki, up one crazy fucking psycho of an Espada, up one Urahara Kisuke, down one Rukia. Wasn’t his life beautiful. (Hint: no.)
Still, there was one thing around that could keep his regular frown on his face and a less than enthusiastic drag in his step, at least keeping him from retiring to his room and never leaving ever again. That thing? That shining light in this busy, bustling, spacebound clunking contraption of a place? Alcohol. Thank god for alcohol.
Renji wasn’t quite sure exactly when he’d had his first glass. He knew it had been dark out, and it was still dark out now, so he couldn’t have been at it for long. Then again, it had been dark out the hour before. And the hour before that. And the one before that. And for however many millions of years space had been around before that. Another flaw was that, from where he was perched, he couldn’t actally see out.
Still. No matter.
Alcohol.
He was wearing a lewd grin by now, and his cheeks were a lovely rosy pink. He knew neither of these things, but even if he did he wouldn’t have cared. All he did care about was that there was a lovely looking lady behind the bar, and that the closer the leaned the more fragrant she smelled.
It didn’t occur to him that she was also green.
Somewhere behind him, the titters of a very bad friend which completey missed his ears as he leaned in and set his glass on the bar, lidded eyes heavy and grinning slyly around his pouted lips.
“Hey, beaut’ful. How’d ya like t’get me annuth-annunnun. Some more beer?”
Questions?: i left this until wayyyy to late to do any proper checking or rewriting of the app or samples so you're stuck with the old ugly thing. U MAD? also i hope that's okay and not against any rules or anything
Did you put your characters name and fandom in the subject: MHMM