Post by Rose✿ on May 19, 2016 11:34:20 GMT -5
Bacardi was the only thing that knew where Rose was locked away, and she placed a lot of trust into him. Perhaps the pup reached his breaking point and was desperate to get some form of help, but why this guy? With Wycliff re-entering the room Rose's half opened gaze locked onto him. If he was in her division he was either new or a lower ranked member. Perhaps Bacardi purposely got the attention of the weaker shinigami on purpose, maybe the dog didn't want to bring in a stronger person with Rose in a weakened state, less likely for her to be taken advantage of... Still, he shouldn't be here. everything just.. Escalated so quickly.
"Who are you again?" She spoke with slurred words, one eyebrow raising up. It took her a second before the name clicked back in her head. "Wycliff." She spoke again, nodding her head slightly. That was right, he already told her his name in the midst of the drug trying to invade the clarity of her mind. By this time his arm came around her waist, it was strange how the touch of another lit up Rose's skin like there was suddenly more sensitivity
He told her not to push herself, words that she had heard a thousand times over. However Rose took his offer in helping her to the bed once again. Grabbing the water from him she generously gulped it. At this time water never tasted better in her life. He tried to reassure her, unaware of the situation at all. Rose was half paying attention to Wycliff's words, her mind wondered off in attempts to recall her time in the shackles. With the remnants of her strength, Rose grabbed a hold of Wycliff's arms with her free hand. Her other hand, which held the glass, dropped it to the floor; crimson eyes looked dead into Wycliff's. A bit of reiatsu released from her as well, untainted however.
Her reiatsu was weak, flickering in and out in a clear display that her reiatsu itself was exhausted. "Where's my zanpakuto?" She asked in a firm yet cold voice. Rose's zanpakuto, Sangre Gundan, was separated from her when she was shackled. Immediately Bacardi popped up and darted out the room, but Rose didn't break her gaze with the man Wycliff as the dog seemed to retrieve a katana from somewhere in the bunker. The hilt and sheath was a dark purple color, almost black, with hints of red in it. The guard of the blade has a European dragon cut out in it, and along the blade was multiple engravings on it of vines and thorns, going along with her name oddly enough. The engravings are a brighter red color, looking like vines and thorns of blood; which was rather suited for the captain.
The dog gripped the katana between its teeth, setting it on the ground in the entrance of the room before laying down as he previously did. Rose released Wycliff, realizing in her drugged state that she was overreacting. Rose had become rather protective of her zanpaktou, and she took no hesitation on retrieving it from the ground. Rose felt gross from all the sweat that had absorbed into her clothing while locked up. Carefully placing the zanpakuto on the bed Rose slid open the drawer of the small dresser right beside the bed.
She clicked back on Wycliff's words before she had well... Some what lost her cool. Her mind was all over it seemed. "I'm high as shit." She responded rather bluntly "Turn around before you get embarrassed." She muttered as she pulled out a short dress of some kind made from white cloth from the dresser, immediately she stripped herself of her shorts and tank top, tossing them to the ground without a care, and dressing herself in the clean, thin dress she had grabbed. Her words were directed on the majority of people who got all shy and embarrassed on the sight of bare skin. People felt the need to cover themselves, hide their shame of some sorts. Rose wasn't one of those people. Her body gave her no shame and from how she looked at it, clothes don't always stay on in battle; and your shame won't save you.[/ul]