*Ichigo looked at the armor for a moment, questioning how the ore was retrieved in the first place. She tilted her head.* "So... how long did it take to retrieve all the ore and and to make your armor?"
"a matter of hours assuming i even want to go into the void again"
"Ah." *She pulled out a small notebook and wrote down some notes in a language only those of the Underworld would know. Once she finished her notes, she put the notebook back in her bag.*
"interesting writing you have there"
*Ichigo looked at Umbra and smiled shyly.* "It's Andāwārudo. Native language and writing in the Underworld."
"i see doesn't look all that hard to translate"
"Heard that one before, and I mean, if you had heightened IQ, yeah probably could translate it."
"well when you understand the fundementals of interdimensional time travel and elemental manipulation yes"
*She chuckled and nodded.* "Yeah, understandable." *She sat down on, cross legged on the floor, and pulled a rag out of her back pocket. She removed her scythe charm from her bracelet and enhanced it to its 'battle' size, and she began cleaning and polishing it, making sure to clean her carved name first.*
his ninkana was coated in blood as he looks at the blade many already knew why he kept such a weapon not because he needed it but because of what it was built from
*Ichigo glanced up from her cleaning to look at his ninkana. She grinned slightly, pulled out her music box, wound it up for it to play, than went back to cleaning her scythe, thankful she didnt have to use the multitude of other handhelds and projectiles she had on her.*
" I guess we have something else in common " Eric said with a soft smile on his face " Sorry to hear about your kid "
"a blade made of flesh...perfect for a destroyer such as myself..." he muttered it in ancient orokin but there was no mistaking the pain in his voice
" I am sorry that happened to you and your friend, my dad wouldn't harm you guys he actually pretty chill expect when he get mad then he turned into a green gaint named the hulk " Rose said with a soft smile on her face " I even turn alittle green when I get mad "
*She finished cleaning and went to look for the oil she used to polish her scythe and found nothing. She hopped up, leaned her scythe up against the wall, and began to search inside and outside the bar madly for the medium-sized container of oil shaped like a crow. The oil was the only kind that wouldnt ruin her scythe and it was extremely difficult to find and make, hence why she was worried.*
"here try this it might work better" he hands over a kind of oil used by the orokin to repair their weapons
That seemed to cheer him up a bit as his otherwise flattened ears seemed to perk up and the dying flame of his tail seemed to glow brighter
*Ichigo turned to Umbra and took the oil. She poured a small amount on her scythe and began to polish it. Seeing that it didnt seem to ruin her blade , she finished polishing the one side than began polishing on the other side, handing Umbra the oil back once she was finished with it.* "Thank you." *As she said this a small lint caught her eye, and by the entrance of the bar sat her oil. She threw her hands up, annoyed, as she stood up and walked over to pick it up.*
" I can show you a picture of him if you want, I have my phone with me. " Rose said with a soft smile on her face
umbra held the blade in his hand and clenched his fist around it as the blade bit into his skin but he showed no pain his death grip on it as he is reminded of the numerous slain caused by this weapon
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