With so few shinigami in the city, it's easy to tell when something happens to one of their number. Dean's spiritual energy is like a flutter in the distance, rising and falling like the inconstant lick of a flame, but he's been training hard. The rises and falls in energy aren't reasons to panic.
His text, on the other hand, has Rukia immediately tearing out of her apartment, stripped down to her real body. She darts through the buildings as though navigating a forest, finding easy footholds against the rough surface of brick, or on top of the steel fire escapes that line the sides of buildings.
She's able to step through the wall of his apartment, and that's when she finds Dean on the ground, bright crimson blooming all across his face.
Wordlessly, she slides to her knees next to him, pushing up her sleeves as her hands start to glow, searching for the worst of the injuries.
"Dean? Dean. Talk to me," she murmurs, eyes narrowed. "What happened?"
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Date: 2014-05-02 06:32 pm (UTC)His text, on the other hand, has Rukia immediately tearing out of her apartment, stripped down to her real body. She darts through the buildings as though navigating a forest, finding easy footholds against the rough surface of brick, or on top of the steel fire escapes that line the sides of buildings.
She's able to step through the wall of his apartment, and that's when she finds Dean on the ground, bright crimson blooming all across his face.
Wordlessly, she slides to her knees next to him, pushing up her sleeves as her hands start to glow, searching for the worst of the injuries.
"Dean? Dean. Talk to me," she murmurs, eyes narrowed. "What happened?"