[open] death made visible

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WHO: Kuchiki Rukia, open to all!
WHERE: around Tembra
WHAT: help the newb
WHEN: January
WARNINGS: none at this time


One would have expected Rukia to have learned a lesson or two about approaching glowing orbs. Especially absent the understanding of how she came to this place to begin with — a place more sparsely populated than the endless dunes of Hueco Mundo, in spite of its endless flora, inviting in its vibrancy. Some of her closest companions might have been the type to grab at it immediately, preferring to keep any danger in their possession and grasp rather than leave it to their enemies for the taking, but Rukia isn't normally so foolish. Too many lessons learned the hard way.

Still, as her mind and pulse alike race — Where is she? Where are the others? Why can't she feel the spiritual pressure of any of her comrades? Is Ichigo safe? — Rukia blinks, suddenly finding her fingers wrapped around the smooth, cool surface of the orb.

Everything changes.

Rukia staggers away from the orb with a stuttered breath, eyes roving in every direction as her hands return to the place they belong, tight around hilt and scabbard. She's been given an explanation, knowledge settled neatly in every corner of her memory, synapses firing in new directions. But Rukia has long since learned that reality has a way of being distorted.

With a distant drip of water ringing in her ears, Rukia pulls her lower lip between her teeth, worrying at the skin as she turns to head in the direction of the nearest spiritual energy she can sense.


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"A-ah, yes," Rukia stammers, blush suddenly high on her cheeks as she stares resolutely into her mug. It wasn't her intention to pry, though she can't deny the curiosity. She's always enjoyed exploring new places, and while she can't always do so with as much enthusiasm as she did in her youth, getting to know people has always been a joy to her as well. Still, in retrospect, perhaps she shouldn't have stared. Perhaps she shouldn't have inquired after Jon's home.

To ask, even with only a gaze, is to tread upon another person's heart. Hard to do so without leaving tracks.

"I have thought about seeking every individual out, though it feels — almost forced?" Rukia muses, tentatively raising her gaze again. "I am more grateful than I can express for your hospitality and time. But I don't expect everyone to be so open. Perhaps..." Pausing, Rukia runs her thumb along the lip of her mug. "Perhaps there is some type of task I can be helpful with? Is there anyone coordinating the efforts on the planet?"

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Jon blinks twice at the question, then shakes his head. "Ah, no. No, I don't believe there is. Most people stick to where their strengths lie. And while there are the different data points to pick to assist..." He trails off and glances down guiltily. "...it can be difficult to find a match. Medical, agriculture, communications, engineering, piloting and security. Those are the data points. At the moment I believe we don't have many tending to the greenhouse, but the decision is up to you."

He looks back up with a bit of an apologetic expression. "I tried security for a while and it went badly. Medical I found is not something I am suited for either. So far I haven't hurt anyone by attempting communications."

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Medical, agriculture, communications, engineering, piloting, and security. It's quite the laundry list, all with varying degrees of familiarity for Rukia. Piloting is a complete unknown, with most shinigami having no need for vehicles when they're perfectly capable of remaining levitated in the air, and agriculture isn't typically left to them either, with any soul being capable of growing food regardless of their spiritual energy. But the others are all viable options, loosely aligning to the various divisions within their military forces.

"Security isn't for everyone," Rukia smiles, thinking no less of Jon for his admission. "Nor medical, being both complex and emotionally draining. Do you know if anyone else has chosen either of those two? I might have some natural strengths, but." Rukia glances down at the hilt of her sword. "It seems like it'd be best for at least one or two individuals to be familiar with each set of skills."

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"Well, I know Lauri is in security and Billy may have medical since he has taken to run the hospital. I try to help him with it, but all I do is make sure the place has some painkillers and salves. He mostly uses his magic to heal people." Which makes whatever knowledge Jon has in regards of first aid rather pointless. "But I believe both medical and security could use some extra hands. Medical maybe more than security. The greatest danger around here appear to be the storms. And against those any weaponry is pointless. They rather mess with our perceptions or draw out the things we fear most." Which may or may not play into Jon's strengths at least.

He gives a small nod towards her weapon. "So you are versed both in combat and treating wounds, I take it.Then maybe I should also mention that you can switch those data points freely whenever you like. And they aren't strictly necessary to help with tasks, but they add a little extra knowledge."