Well, time slips away and leaves you with nothing, Mister.

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Characters: Hitsugaya Toushirou, OPEN
When: August 8
Where: One of many abandoned streets in Nesreca
Rating: Let's start with PG.
Summary: Hitsugaya's transition between Captain of the Tenth Division and child genius Academy student does not go smoothly.


The physical differences between them weren't great. He was perhaps only an inch shorter, his hair less gravity-defying, the way he held himself much less professional. But he was still very obviously Hitsugaya Toushirou. He was simply a very frozen Hitsugaya Toushirou, taking stance in the middle of a street several blocks from the apartment complex to which they'd all been assigned.

He loosely held his zanpakutou at his side, letting it scrape the cement as he stared wide-eyed at a vacant intersection. Blood splatter lined his blade and his face. None of it was his. The men holding him back may have vanished, but so had the reason he had to move, and so he didn't. Instead, he toppled to his knees and then his stomach, no longer supported by merciless hands or bombarded by far-away voices forcing him to fight. His reiatsu flared for one or two crucial seconds, then it returned to normal.

"...Kusaka."

He muttered the word in a half-dazed state, lost somewhere in between where he'd been and where he was now. Curling into himself, he let the sword hit the pavement and didn't bother getting off the road. A small, gray kitten with a limp hesitantly joined him, rubbing up against his legs. It would stay there until its pseudo-owner was found.


((ooc: I bring you Academy aged Hitsugaya, fresh from watching his best friend die. Replies this week will be made with the account deathbyboobs because I have a million-bajillion Hitsugaya accounts and might as well put some of them to use.

Feel free to help him, kick him while he's down, literally anything is fair game. If no one comes, he'll eventually be forced to find food.))

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Vera had somehow managed to find clothes her size inside the apartment room she found herself in and having once changed, she took the assault rifle and hung it around her neck, thanks to its sling, and put on utility belt with the PDA in one of the pouches and decided to leave the building. She wanted to have an idea of where she was, and thus thought it would be best to walk around the city; she could tell so far that it was abandoned and that she got a really bad feeling about it.

After a while of wandering, she came across upon someone laying in the middle of the street with a kitten near them and after some thought, decided to approach them, although cautiously. She didn't want to scare the kitten and she also didn't want to be suddenly attacked by whoever was laying on the ground, although he didn't look as though he would be able to in his condition.

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He didn't move as she approached. His eyes were open and watching her, and he was breathing evenly. For the most part, he seemed perfectly healthy. It was only his actions that spoke otherwise. The kitten, on the other hand, reacted quickly, sinking low to the ground, its tail twitching in aggitation.

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The young girl stopped a couple of feet away from him before crouching down onto her knees; at this distance she could see if anything was wrong while not being too close and hopefully appear to be less of a threat; she didn't want the kitten to try and attack her or something if she got too close.

Vera let out a questioning sound from the back of her throat when she looked at him; he looked perfectly fine, despite the blood splattered on his face. It was probably more mental than physical, although she wasn't too sure.

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For some time after she crouched down, he remained immobile, but finally curiosity seemed to win out. He didn't sit up, but his brows furrowed and splayed fingers curled themselves into loose fists. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and quiet - done in by yelling, no doubt - but it was also cold, as if he expected her to put on an executioner's mask at any moment.

"Who're you?"

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Vera blinked in surprise when she heard him speak, although she made no other indication of her surprise and stayed crouched where she was. So he can still speak, although hoarsely, that was a good sign; the tone of it didn't matter to her.

After thinking about how she could answer, she removed the PDA from her pocket and wrote a message, making sure to scoot a bit closer so that he could read it when she held the device out to him- "My name's Vera. Are you able to sit up?"

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It was a weird way to say something, to write it down like that. But it was no stranger than whatever hole this place had popped out of. It certainly wasn't where he'd been before, but he really hadn't cared. Anywhere was better than where he'd been before.

Rather than answer verbally again, he slowly stretched out an arm and moved to push himself up. He could do it. He hadn't wanted to, but he was able and he'd do it. The kitten moved as his legs curled up toward him, making itself comfortable at his side. For a moment, he turned to stare at the discarded blade, but the moment was short, and he quickly returned what little attention he was offering to Vera.

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He would have to get used to Vera's way of communicating, since it was the only way she could 'speak'. She watched him as he sat up and noticed at how he stared at the blade for a moment, but she did nothing and stayed in her spot; if he wasn't going to do anything with it, neither was she.

Now that he had sat up, she could now see that there weren't any wounds or anything like that, so the blood on his face wasn't his...The young girl frowned in thought as she tried to think about what to type before finally deciding- "You're in a place called Nesreca. Are you hurt anywhere?" A stupid question, but it never hurt to make sure.