There comes a time when every dad's gotta tell his son 'bout life. 'bout the birds and the bees and the bees likin' the birds and the birds likin' the bees. Then there's the dads who decide to talk 'bout the bees likin' the bees, when their sons ask 'em what's the damn number for the pizza delivery guy. Lo, said the father, it is time. Thus, did he sit his son down to teach 'im THINGS. THINGS that sons never wanna know at the tender age of fifteen. The fuck, did the son say, and he rose his HOLY HAND OF SMITE upon the father. And so the tale ends, with the Kurosaki Ichigo triumphin' over evil, badass style.

Morale of the story?

Ain't got one.

But I'll tell you this: the cucumbers, are, WRIGGLING. THROW 'EM OUT FOR FUCK'S SAKE.

... anyone else got life-changing stories to trade?

Finally this City does something useful for a change! Never felt this good in ages.

Oi, shinigami, angels, soldiers, assassins, who wants to party with the Kurosaki? I'm at count 163, and any bastard who wants to make fun of my math skills gets the blunt end of my sword.

Inoue, Evelynne, Alexial, Aya, hope you girls are stayin' safe inside.

Hey Hirako, you on for that bet again?

Yo. Residents of the City. Don't think we've met; least, all I've met is an angel and an Evelynne.

See this guy?



If that smile doesn't tell you how fucked up his head is, then take a careful look at that bowl cut. Stuff for nightmares, ain't it? Yeah? Well take it from me, avoid this bastard when you can.

Who am I? Better clean your ears out and listen to this carefully--

The name's Kurosaki Ichigo, Shinigami representative. Anyone touch the girl named Inoue and I'LL TOUCH YOU. And I mean a BAD TOUCH.

So, let's hear what you guys are, minus all that kissing shit.



[ooc: free-for-all kiss buffet on this unsuspecting punk? go right ahead. ♥]

Oi.

I have wings.

Let's not even get to the fact that I've lost a vital part of my body and gained SOMETHING ELSE. That's ROUND AND CURVY up in a place I like FLAT.

I might feel better if this damn face could move just an inch away from this one expression.

Hey Shinigami turned Angel, that's like a Shakespeare twist for tragedy laugh and I kill you Rukia.

.... Oi Alexial. Got a minute?

THE HELL IS WITH THIS.
I'm talking like a haiku;
glad my dad ain't here.

But Rukia's here
Fate's got s'mthin' on me Oi.
... anyone got room?

So I'm sitting near some Cafe Juliet, wet, dripping, water seeping through the cracks- not an open line to some goth poetry believe it or not. Old man really did a job on me this time. Streets are empty, real quiet, too quiet for that Rukia to be responsible for this. Expect some batshit crazy hollow to have attacked by now because hey, I'm a shinigami representative whoop dee doo.

Doing fine till I saw a rainbow-coloured sparkling chicken go by with a horde of people chasing after it.

... someone mind telling me where the hell is this place?

RP journal for the deathberry.