In a shimmer, perhaps dream, perhaps real, a sudden wash of colour and sound and sensation, things happen. Or at least... that was what she assumed, finding herself suddenly standing at the side of a very familiar rotating confection of lights and sounds. A carousel, one she remembered, along with so many other things that bled through her mind. Hazy, awash in the muted glow of time, pushed aside and tucked carefully away. Memories, dreams, wishes... they could have been any of those, yet they had remained so real, so tangible in a way that other dreams were not, that she'd allowed herself to hope, dared herself to believe in them. Believe in them as one believed in a past they truly only half-believed, that is. Running a hand through mussed black hair, she rested the other on the hilt of Sode no Shirayuki, as if to momentarily remind herself that the blade was, in fact, there. Unlike the wounds. Those, she knew, had been seen to by Kotetsu-fukutaichou, a fact for which she was grateful. As she was grateful to her brother, who had sought fit to take part in the rescue mission. Except now... there was no Nii-sama. Nor Kotstsu-fukutaichou, or Hanatarou. And this.... well, this definitely wasn't Hueco Mundo. Looking around, she could feel familiar reiatsu. At least that hadn't changed.
"Inoue? Renji? Taichou? Ichigo....?"
[ooc: OK, so she's back and canon-updated. Comment-log for Ichigo, anyone else feel free to welcome her back. I'll be eulsive for a while, going out to dinner, but back later.]
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