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[goneonenight]

[The feed turns on to a pair of large golden eyes. They pull back just far enough to reveal a dark-skinned face framed in black hair--a woman who looks to be in her mid to late twenties. A large bowl--about the size of a mixing bowl--rests on the seat next to her, the tips of a pair of chopsticks barely visible over the rim; she’d wasted no time raiding the fridge after her arrival]

[Frowning, she reaches out to hit a key on the netbook, clearly not yet at ease with her new communication device.]

They could have better explained how to use this... [She mutters, giving the computer a narrow look as she decides whether or not it’s actually working. Finally, she shrugs, figuring she might as well try.]

I assume everyone got the same story upon arrival. I can’t help but wonder at the fact that people with the power to pull us from our homes without warning aren’t capable of winning a war without our help.

[Her voice is even, with a clear sardonic edge that suggests she’s not quite ready to jump in and be a team player just yet. Still, she’s not rushing to judgment just yet, preferring to gauge the attitudes of others presumably in her situation.]

So, tell me--assuming you all cooperate with our [abductors] hosts--how did they convince you to do so?

[pauses]

And on the off chance there’s anyone here from Seireitei or Karakura, I’d appreciate you contacting me.

[Frowns again, and reaches out to tap the screen.]

Shit, this thing isn’t on, is it?

[She sighs and stands up; might as well go out in her cat form and gather information that way, until she can figure out how to work this stupid thing.]

[That decided, she hooks her thumbs into her waistband and draws her pants off in one smooth motion.]

[Luckily for those more squeamish, her shirt hits the tops of her thighs, keeping this PG-13]

Comments

[goneonenight]

So, business as usual, then.

[Despite her flippant words, there's a definite undertone of weariness. She's tired of war, all the more so for having been pulled into this one against her will.]

[She bends her legs, resting her chin on her knees. If she looks like she's brooding? Well, she is.]

[trickstermentor]

[Well he can't have that.]

[He drapes an arm around her and tugs her close.]

Yes and no. This time they have no idea who they're dealing with.

[...of course, the same could be said for them, but he's not about to dwell on that.]

And as far as I'm concerned, after the century we've just survived, I am more than prepared for anything they throw at me. There has to be a way home, and I will find it Yoru.

[goneonenight]

[Fine, she'll obnoxiously sprawl over his lap and rest her head on his shoulder]

I know. I just...wish it wasn't even an issue.

[She sighs.]

I'll stop whining. It won't change anything.

[trickstermentor]

[He brings his other arm around her and tucks her snugly against him, casually brushing a kiss against her temple.]

You may whine as much as you feel you need to, you know it doesn't bother me.

[goneonenight]

[She snorts]

That was as much as I feel I need to. I'll just channel my frustration into other areas.

[trickstermentor]

[He chuckles.]

Are we talking productive or destructive outlets?

[goneonenight]

I don't intend to waste time on anything that's not productive.

[trickstermentor]

Ah, of course. My apologies, Yoruichi-san.