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[goneonenight]

[The feed turns onto a face that may be familiar to some. Her hair is much shorter, her eyes larger and her cheeks fuller, but it’s unmistakably Yoruichi, even if she only looks about nineteen right now.]

[She looks rattled, but determined not to let her recent arrival get to her all the same. Still, her words are hurried, betraying her obvious distress.]

If there’s anyone out there from the Onmitskidou, or the Gotei 13, or Seireitei...or Rukongai, I guess, can you let know? And if you know why all these humans can see us--

[She stops and pulls in a deep breath, her face firming]

I got an explanation but it doesn’t make sense. Since when are humans even capable-- [the last is a mutter, almost to herself] So just. If this thing’s working and you have some information, it’d be a big help.

[She bites her lower lip, then reaches out to turn off the device]

(ooc: Backdated to earlier today.)

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[chubbybun]

Dies, yes, but returns. This is a place where death is not permanent.

[goneonenight]

[She gasps, going pale as a hand covers her mouth.]

No...no, that's...impossible. That would destroy the balance, destroy everything.

[chubbybun]

It applies only to us transports, and we are eventually sent home, which mayhaps preserves things.

But given that time itself is currently in chaos ... this is not the most stable of places, my lady.

[goneonenight]

No, I guess it isn't...that must make it tough to live here.

[The polite (and technically correct, for her) address prompts her to remember her manners, and she inclines her head to the proper degree to show respect.]

Sorry, I'm being rude. I'm Shihouin Yoruichi.

[chubbybun]

I have not found it so difficult as of yet, but my life has never been exactly idle.

[He smiles and head-bows back.]

Balder the Brave.

Do not worry, if thou art as skilled as thy rank would suggest, I think thou shall do fine here. And I do not believe we shall remain here forevermore.

[goneonenight]

Balder.

[She says it slowly, the syllables unfamiliar on her tongue. His words get a quick grin, the first flash of humor she's shown since her arrival.]

I have to be skilled. Father wouldn't accept anything less.

[chubbybun]

Perhaps we should spar sometime? What is your weapon?

[goneonenight]

My zanpakutou.

[She touches her sword absently where it rests horizontally at the small of her back, and it gives a gentle reassuring pulse in return. It doesn't occurs to her that the term might be unfamiliar to her new acquaintance.]

But I specialize in unarmed combat as well.