白い骨

K U C H I K I
B Y A K U Y A

the purest emperor
a heart of gold
a soul of platinum
he is la lune
the star of heaven
royal beauty bright

roleplay blog for the rokubantai-taichou from BLEACH.
est. 2012
as beloved by abigail.

白い沈黙

CURRENTLY: hiatus.

TIME ZONE: currently CEST.

kenpxchi:

“oh come on… what the hell do you think i’ve spent the last ten years doin’?”

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   Ever since the end of the war, Kenpachi’s been trying to master his newfound strength, and to reaching his full potential. It took some thought, but he decided that it’s what Unohana would have wanted… All throughout their fight, she had wanted him to stop holding back, and now that he could finally surpass all of his previous limits, he could truly honor her request.

   That aside, it’s the only way he can see Yachiru again. He may have to become a demon to do it, but seeing her again was worth it.

“an’ hey, if your sword’s so dead-set on finding out if i’m strong or not, then maybe he could find out if you finally fight me. i’ve wanted to do this for the longest time!”

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    WHAT OF THIS PATIENT WAITING; DISMANTLED, DISTINGUISHED– A GRACEFUL SLICE OF THE ABEYANCE. in perfect, harmonious simultaneity towards the syllables ‘mounting off his coarse tongue, served as the self-same instance that beheld the bursting forwardly motion of the rokubantai-taichou, whose velocity seemingly exceeded the definitions of which accompanied such a definition. for alas he, whose quick step was most celebrated among current gotei, could justly dismantle all forms of comprehensible speed and establish another level within its escalation; arguably BYPASSING THE PLETHORA OF CRITERIA THAT CONCLUDES OMNIPRESENCE.

    EXCELLENCE IN PROFICIENCY; THE IMPALING OF THE OPPOSITION’S SAKETSU AND HAKASUI WHILST THE VICTIM WAS PROCESSING THE SLEEK MANEUVER. it was a simple end, a simple erosion of a blemish that had caught his eye years prior; AT EASE, SOUL SLAYER. for what reason did such a creature think it should deserve the spectacle of OBLIVION? no, just as he had grown in grace– so had the other grown, seemingly, in credulousness. without he called this: SENKA. did he expect ruby tears from the torn muscle? even if not, consider this a taunt: as though he had beckoned him forward with a simple gesture.

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