"We gain strength, and courage, and confidence by each experience in which we really stop to look fear in the face. We must do that which we think we cannot."
Kurosaki Ichigo. 18. Human. Shinigami. Quincy. Fullbringer.
[Independent RP Blog]
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[ON SEMI-HIATUS]
Senna’s head started to throb like crazy, and she had to squint for a few moments to even focus on the young man in front of her. She could tell he had been of the utmost importance at one time, as no other appearance had made her head hurt so potently.
She managed to somewhat push aside the discomfort, offering a small smile. “Nn, hi… The name’s Senna. Who’re you?”
A huge sense of deja vu washed over the substitute as he came to a stop before a schoolgirl in front of him. She seemed familiar in an odd way. Ichigo never remembered ever seeing her before, but for some reason he believed he’d somehow met her.
“Kurosaki…Ichigo.”
“Do you all need something, or what?”
“Ginjou…!”
