Swing me once: the first visitors post.

[fuckyobancouch]

[Video]

"-To Aizen. Let's go."

[And so, in a single movement- the exact moment where his head snapped up as he rose from his very personal concrete slab (he had etched his name in and everything)- Shinji Hirako found himself away from the moldy old warehouse and in the middle of a ruined city-street that looked like Hell warmed up, then forgotten and left to rot, then warmed up and eaten by that one guy you know that never listens to any warnings and at last, unceremoniously vomited up in a dark corner of the apartment where nobody ever bothers to clean until it is too late.

Amber eyes fluttered left and right as his whole body went rigid and in a flash too fast for the normal human eye to spot, a sword was drawn and held as if its wielder expected an attack from any angle and any second. He seemed to be searching for something, or rather someone, and when they found nothing but unfamiliar ground he decided to turn on his supernatural senses. A rather poor idea in retrospect- the sudden rush of energies, some all too familiar and most of them very very new threatened to overwhelm him then and there, his eyes shifting quicker and quicker as he turns around and round trying desperately to make the slightest bit of sense out of the situation...

Until light reflected off the device caught his eye, making him turn towards the camera. In a flash he was suddenly so close that you could only see his feet, and then the image becomes a blur as he apparently kicked the device up into his hands and allowed all of Adstringendum take in his... description-defying features. Teeth that looked more like a roller-coaster curving up and down than a straight line, sharp upturned nose, eyes that were impossible to tell if they're being cold and analytical or the definition of dopey and dim, and last but not least: a hairstyle that... no. No, there's really no polite way to describe pageboy on a man.]

"Don' recall any a' us applyin' fer a spot on Nuclear Holocaust Survivor... so where oh where could I be..."

[Welcome him, Adstringendum. Welcome your latest, and possibly strangest, new arrival.]

Comments

[Video] 1/idk, really. Deleted old one due to LJ being a bitch

[thesnaggletooth.livejournal.com]

[Y'know, it's not nice to startle a girl when she's expecting a bunch of whining across the network. Not... the familiar voice]

[Video] 2/??, probably about 5

[thesnaggletooth.livejournal.com]

[A beat, still no responce from the monkey as she ascenrns that yep, that's the butt-ugly face of the other Vizard. Goddammit.]

[Video] 3/5

[thesnaggletooth.livejournal.com]

[She's happy to see you, really.]

Tch...

[Video] 4/4 I lied.

[thesnaggletooth.livejournal.com]

YA TOOK YER GODDAMN TIME, JACKASS!

[See? Really.]

Re: [Video] 4/4 I lied.

[fuckyobancouch.livejournal.com]

[Alas, familiarity at last! What sweet sirens tones reach his ear, and carress them with all the subtle grace of a ten ton wrecking ball directly to the forehead? It is the device, and Hiyori's is the voice it carries through the ether!

Now, hearing Hiyori- common. Hearing Hiyori over a weird-ass device in the middle of a freaky burnt out ghost town filled with who knows WHAT other lifeforms? Yeah that's still freaky and very disorienting. So when Shinji recovers from this unwelcome surprise he's just going to look into the PCD and keep on looking doofusneaky.]

... Well hell- that genie only fulfilled one a' my wishes- can't see her, but I sure can still hear 'er!

[saucey]

You a shinigami, then?

[fuckyobancouch.livejournal.com]

[... New voice. Unfamiliar voice, and most of all- voice that knew way too much. This was certainly turning out to be one hell of a head-trip.]

... You usually start off conversations by accusin' people a' bein' the walkin' dead 'r am I jes' a special exception?

[gunshin-tsukiga.livejournal.com]

...So you're too.

[fuckyobancouch.livejournal.com]

[Well now. THERE was a familiar voice alright, and an explanation for that oh so familiar reiatsu. But Ichigo was in Hueco Mundo last time Shinji checked. And Aizen did have the ability to weave the most convincing illusions for ALL of the five senses... some kind of trial would have to be applied first.]

Please Ichigo, don' go rupturin' yer guts from cheerin' too much. Please, I ain't worth it.

[video]

[iceandivory.livejournal.com]

Why would you say that name?

Re: [video]

[fuckyobancouch.livejournal.com]

[What. The flying. Fudge-packing. Balls was this? That was a captains haori- and how did he suddenly start receiving video through the damn thing, was it a button he pressed- on someone who made Hiyori look like Bridgette Nielsen. Shock-white hair, perma-frown expression and that robe... how many of them were there here?]

... Who wants ta know?

video;

[flashcat]

Well now, this week is turning up a lot of familiar faces.

video;

[fuckyobancouch.livejournal.com]

[Maybe it was all a big ruse. Maybe it was all a hallucination, a trick brought about by Aizens illusions. But if it was one, if it was so... then at least Aizen had the good taste to weave an appealing illusion, for once.]

Well... guess I shouldn't be surprised. Wherever there's weird shit goin' on, count on either Kisuke'r you bein' smack dab'n the middle'f it.

[Video]

[haori]

Hm...another face from the past, I see.

[Video]

[fuckyobancouch.livejournal.com]

[Oh yeah, just like he felt- good old Ukitake, as pale and collected as always. but now Shinji began to wonder- was it really possible for Aizen to create so many illusions at the same time? Could he make him hear and see all these different voices and familiar faces all at once? It was a most unenviable situation to be in: caught in the middle of either thinking he was going paranoid, or wondering if making him THINK he was going paranoid, only to strike when his guard was down and he had begun to trust was Aizens plan all along. None the less... the least he could do was to show some courtesy to an old colleague: whether he was an illusion or not.]

... I could say the same right back at'cha.

[foundtheheart.livejournal.com]

Adstringendum. There is currently a truce between Aizen-sama and the Shinigami.

[sound?]

[fuckyobancouch.livejournal.com]

[... Huh. "Aizen-sama" made it clear that we were dealing with an underling here, but 'truce'? Why would he ever do that? If THIS was an illusion, what did Aizen hope to fool him into doing? Did he honestly believe Shinji of all people would lay down his arms? It didn't make any sense... too out there to be an illusion...]

... Man like him callin' a truce?

Next you'll tell me we're all under siege by vicious bunny-rabbits.

[There is a doubtful, yet not altogether dismissive tone to his voice. He's inviting this voice to extrapolate... but to be prepared for massive amounts of disbelief.]

[divine-dork.livejournal.com]

Hirako-taicho!

[Aw, Shinji, just look at the smile of excitement and relief on that dorky old face. Your lieutenant is so happy to see you! So happy, in fact, that he's shunpo'ing your way as he speaks. And holy shit is he unarmed?]

[fuckyobancouch.livejournal.com]

[Fuck. Him. There is no mistaking that voice, for he has replayed it a million times over and over and OVER in his head, remembering the way he smiled that false, heartless smile, the way his eyes never quite shone like regular people did... remembering every goddamn word of the speech this rat made that night, when he turned his captain into just another stepping stone on the path to godhood.

And now, here he was. Looking not a day older, still wearing those dumb glasses, still in that uniform and still sporting that exact goddamn smile on his face. Shinji could do nothing but stare at the bizarre sight before him... well, stare and hold out his sword against Aizen, of course. You are so not breaking personal space here, buster. Not in a million years.]

[mere_shopkeeper]

Shinji-san~!

[Hello there fellow sandal-in-face-receiver!]

[Voice?]

[fuckyobancouch.livejournal.com]

[Ah. There. There it was- the one voice that WOULD make sense to hear when suddenly finding oneself trapped in a deranged world between worlds, the one voice which more than anything screamed mad science. Urahara Kisuke... just as he had felt. Wouldn't this be a laugh and a half...]

So... the culprit shows'mself this soon'n the game?

[idkmybffchappy.livejournal.com]

You...

[Video?]

[fuckyobancouch.livejournal.com]

[And what was this? Kurosakis little shinigami-buddy, the one he saved from being turned into an ever so cute little stain at the hands of the 'Sexta'? Had all of Soul Society just up and decided to plan a vacation in JUST this one spot or what?]

Me, me. Let's not make this all 'bout me, miss. Why don'cha start by introducin yerself, first?

[bunny_flower]

Hirako-dono. Welcome.

[fuckyobancouch.livejournal.com]

[One by one, they all responded. One by one, all the old captains, all the old memories... all that was left was for him to hear Shunsuis complaining and it would be a good old fashioned complete reunion. But... that had to wait. Wait for later.]

... Unohana-san. Been a good, long while.