The Temple of Artemis(Pre-Event/Intro Thread)

[Orihime Inoue]

This experience terrified her because it reminded her of gym class on dodgeball day. Unfortunately for Orihime, she was constantly teased for her bright orange hair. When it came time for picking teams she was always the last to be chosen. As you can imagine, the poor girl was the prime target for those spheres of death. I can’t get pummeled by dodgeballs, Orihime thought while she imagined the spirit, Mickey Mouse, and everyone else annihilating her with a blitzkrieg of red rubber. As more and more people were summoned to this place, she noted people were gathering together, hardly anyone was alone like herself. She had to do something, even the troll Zabajin went forth to battle with his brother Rufio at his side.

Panicking now, she scanned the room hoping for any sign of a familiar or kind face.

Her eyes landed once again to the gentleman that resembled Ichigo when arguing moments before. His most distinguishing feature, besides the finely crafted daggers on his waist and back, was his dirty blond hair. With crimson eyes, he was a fairly tall, lean-built young man with skin lightly tinted by the sun. The warrior was noticeably muscular under a light chain mail vest, that gleamed like sun rays upon water. Wearing a Mona Lisa smile, he sauntered across the room. He wore a long trench coat that fell to thick brown knee plates, his footsteps softly whispered as he walked.

Orihime did not realize that as this gentleman started she began to follow after him. Only when the young man abruptly stops her trance brakes. Fear rippled through Orihime like lightening. Gasping to find that was also stopping in front of the one thing she would like to avoid.