01-28-2016, 04:10 PM
It took a moment to realize that she was not alone in this palace. Several other people filled the outer temple, some keeping to themselves and others joined in the conversation. The unfortunate captive did say he was searching for heroes to help release him from a warlock's curse, these must be other primes like her. The troll Chief Zabajin had told her once that Orihime was prime and that there were other primes like her all over this universe. Remembering the look of frustrating disappointment when she asked him if he was a prime buried deep in her memory. Peering around the room, she thought Why are there not any soul reapers here? She could not help but feel an incredible yearning to see the familiar black Kimono that the soul reapers wore.
A women sat on a bench, relaxing with her eyes closed, while what appeared to be a distressed child-paced the room frantically. It was apparent that some people did not agree with the spirit plucking them from wherever they were while others were relieved to be somewhere different. Orihime did not know how she felt, only that hopefully the weapon she would receive will be enough to actually make a difference for the fallen hero.
She saw two people deep in conversation it was obvious that why were comrades. One of them had striking blue eyes and golden hair that framed his handsome face. He was in discussion with another equally handsome man, with silvery hair and piercing eyes. By how they were dressed, reminded her of people she once knew, having the appearance of skilled warriors. Those people most closely resembled themselves as soul reapers or someone like Yoruichi who was the Corps-Commander of the Executive Militia in the Soul Society.
In another part of the room, she saw a young man in what appeared to be a heated conversation with someone else. One of the men had eccentric green hair and long sharp ears that made him look like an elf. The spectacle reminded her of the way that Ichigo used to argue with Rengi, another soul reaper. They would argue about pretty much anything and everything. Thinking back to a time whether or not they should go left or right during a hot pursuit put a sweet smile on her face. She thought that they, like Ichigo and Rengi were just friendly rivals, but judging by the scene unfolding they were not. Maybe they were friends at one time? Orihime wondered to herself, already thinking of ways to help heal their friendship. But in any case, they could be straight enemies which would be a situation that Orihime did not want to get mixed up in.
A man wearing vibrant red armor that discernibly contrasted his blue shades, as well as his dark gray full body suit, was also in the room. He wore a stylish helmet and a long flowing yellow scarf. His dark shades made him appear mysterious and the fact that he seemed to be attempting to contact someone only intensified her feelings. He seems like someone important Orihime thought as he resembled some sort of comic book hero to her.
Her eyes finally landed on the small figure of a mouse.
“No way,” she whispered to herself. “It can’t be.” standing in the room with everyone else was Mickey Mouse himself. It was the craziest thing she had ever seen and she had seen some stuff. She grew up with her brother watching Disney movies, and a moving sensation filled her. How long has it been since she watched a movie? She could not remember and it made her homesick. I wonder if Snow White is here? speaking to herself while scanning the room. Thinking more on the subject made her realize that Snow White would be as useful as poor Orihime in this quest. She and her brother had even gone to Florida when she was a little girl and she thought back to the autograph he signed for her, his soft white gloves surrounding her in a loving embrace. Remembering her family and her life before brought a small tear in her eye. She really did not recognize anyone else in the room, grateful to seen a familiar face.
A women sat on a bench, relaxing with her eyes closed, while what appeared to be a distressed child-paced the room frantically. It was apparent that some people did not agree with the spirit plucking them from wherever they were while others were relieved to be somewhere different. Orihime did not know how she felt, only that hopefully the weapon she would receive will be enough to actually make a difference for the fallen hero.
She saw two people deep in conversation it was obvious that why were comrades. One of them had striking blue eyes and golden hair that framed his handsome face. He was in discussion with another equally handsome man, with silvery hair and piercing eyes. By how they were dressed, reminded her of people she once knew, having the appearance of skilled warriors. Those people most closely resembled themselves as soul reapers or someone like Yoruichi who was the Corps-Commander of the Executive Militia in the Soul Society.
In another part of the room, she saw a young man in what appeared to be a heated conversation with someone else. One of the men had eccentric green hair and long sharp ears that made him look like an elf. The spectacle reminded her of the way that Ichigo used to argue with Rengi, another soul reaper. They would argue about pretty much anything and everything. Thinking back to a time whether or not they should go left or right during a hot pursuit put a sweet smile on her face. She thought that they, like Ichigo and Rengi were just friendly rivals, but judging by the scene unfolding they were not. Maybe they were friends at one time? Orihime wondered to herself, already thinking of ways to help heal their friendship. But in any case, they could be straight enemies which would be a situation that Orihime did not want to get mixed up in.
A man wearing vibrant red armor that discernibly contrasted his blue shades, as well as his dark gray full body suit, was also in the room. He wore a stylish helmet and a long flowing yellow scarf. His dark shades made him appear mysterious and the fact that he seemed to be attempting to contact someone only intensified her feelings. He seems like someone important Orihime thought as he resembled some sort of comic book hero to her.
Her eyes finally landed on the small figure of a mouse.
“No way,” she whispered to herself. “It can’t be.” standing in the room with everyone else was Mickey Mouse himself. It was the craziest thing she had ever seen and she had seen some stuff. She grew up with her brother watching Disney movies, and a moving sensation filled her. How long has it been since she watched a movie? She could not remember and it made her homesick. I wonder if Snow White is here? speaking to herself while scanning the room. Thinking more on the subject made her realize that Snow White would be as useful as poor Orihime in this quest. She and her brother had even gone to Florida when she was a little girl and she thought back to the autograph he signed for her, his soft white gloves surrounding her in a loving embrace. Remembering her family and her life before brought a small tear in her eye. She really did not recognize anyone else in the room, grateful to seen a familiar face.
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