Rukia Kurosaki

Way too many new drawings, but oh well. xP A dump of my new art~

The new information was both confusing and expected; Of course, in a place like the rift, where poison is in the air and memories are shattered, there would be such creatures. Tamsin wondered what gave the Jaegers their power, and if there was a way to overwhelm them, but knew she wouldn't be allowed near enough one to find out. Tightening her ponytail as everyone began to move, she stretched and took a look at the table; there were a few standard firearms and old-fashioned weapons, each tinged with the yellow of the memory crystals. As Alita headed out, the others following with their weapons of choice, Tamsin reached over the guns and wrapped her fingers around the grip of a metallic baseball bat. It was sleek but nostalgic, and Tamsin smiled a little as she hefted the surprisingly heavy bat over her shoulder. Damn, I like this weap already. Taking one last look at the almost empty table, she plucked a folding knife from its surface and slipped it into her pocket before walking outside. Aero, huh? She patted a smirking Prem on the shoulder as the group ran toward the site of the crash, sighing, "You're probably the most worrisome bastard of the group, kid."

Tamsin listened to Alice's explanation, thinking that perhaps this rift wasn't composed of one same world. If those who had woken in the white poison of the rift were scattered from different threads, maybe it was intentional that these particular people were here... She heard the question Iyana asked, and wondered if those two were adapted to the rift, or immune to its environment. She put a hand on Iyana's shoulder, thinking the girl might be having a hard time with the situation, and added her own question aimed toward Alita and Joshua. "I'm not sure what my memories mean, or what kind of person I was, but if we have a common enemy in the one who brought us here, I'll help... How do we gather our memories and find this person?"

Tamsin had remained quiet until they were sat down and offered what looked like black coffee. She didn't recall liking coffee, but neither could she remember hating it, so she picked up the cup and gulped some down, grimacing at the overwhelmingly bitter flavor that gripped her senses. "That's some crappy coffee," she grumbled, putting a hand to her throbbing head as the silver-haired boy started talking about poison and the rift. 'Rift, huh? Never heard of it... But if that was poison, why should we trust these people to help us?' She didn't speak, instead hoping to let the others decide for themselves whether to put faith in the two who ran a cafe in the middle of nowhere. Just as the disgusting bitterness was fading, a sentence echoed in her mind. 'You got the product, Tammer?' She closed her eyes and concentrated on the distinct male voice, but found flashes of memory invading her thoughts. There was a group of teens and young adults, mostly boys, loitering outside a government transport station... Several exchanges of money. The flash of a firearm, a laser-burst relic, and the sight of crimson falling from the blade of the swiss army knife that had been in her pocket... Tamsin didn't know what they meant, but it wasn't what she'd expected. She listened as Prem had his denial-outburst and Misaki reassured him. 'Facebook?' It sounded familiar. She'd read about it. Studied it for some reason. 'Wait... That operation the central government shut down for invasion of privacy back in the electronics boom? Can people pirate it still?' Tamsin wondered if any of those stuck in the 'rift' would be able to understand what was familiar to the other when memories started to return. "I don't remember anything important," she mumbled, not wanting to explain the unclear flashes of memory that seemed to point at criminal activity.

Misaki had a familiar air about her. It wasn't just the armor that spoke of one trained to protect. Even if she didn't remember it, the woman had an aura to match, one that Tamsin found eerily familiar. 'But I don't look anything like her. If anything, I appear the type of pseudo-rebellious teen that's the problem for people like her...' She tugged at her bangs and sighed, hoping they'd get some clues to work on about their identities. At the offer of jerky, the blue-haired woman nearly turned it down, but she noticed that although the others looked hungry, only Alice had taken a piece. Tamsin grabbed a proffered strip of meat and passed it to Iyana. "Hey, you should eat," she mumbled, thinking about the weird-looking cell phone the girl had taken from her pocket. "I also think sticking together is the best idea... There could be dangers around, and if someone gets lost, we'll have a problem pulling together..." Turning away from the group and digging through the pockets of her blue jeans, Tamsin found half of a metal stylus, an antique swiss army knife, a plastic baggie of something she'd identify later, and a palm-sized piece of silver metal with a screen and two panels. Fiddling with it, she discovered that one of the panels was in fact a small screen. There was a green light on the screen, and as it flashed, Tamsin had an idea. She pressed her thumb to it and put her ear close, wondering what the power source was for the object. After three seconds, the piece let out a soft buzz and a blank, robotic voice said, "Off- deactiv-. Data ba- erased..." With an annoyed sigh she stuffed the aggravatingly useless piece of technology back in her pocket. 'Dammit, coulda had something there...'

I said I'd change it back xP But you didn't have to be accurate, so it's fine.

It's nice. The hair's a bit smudgy and lightly drawn for the rest of it, but nice xP

There was a moment of silence following Prem's words. Tamsin decided to break it with a serious, "You better not actually piss your pants..." With a grimace, the blue-haired girl turned back to the only person who hadn't been introduced yet, the younger girl. "Hey... You know your name too, right?" she asked, a friendly smile appearing on her formerly dark face.

Tamsin looked away from the small girl at the others' words. 'Prem and Alice, huh?' The guy looked oddly happy considering they were all in an unknown location with no apparent knowledge of how they'd arrived, and she assumed he was either high or had a concussion. She flinched at Alice's 'harem' remark, glancing at the younger Iyana before giving Alice a red-faced stare. That wasn't exactly an appropriate joke in their situation. "That's-" "Nice hair," the other girl whistled. Tamsin shrugged and glanced at the navy bangs hanging over her eye. "I guess it's something I like... It's kinda weird not knowing what I look like though." With a frown, the grey eyed girl added, "My name's Tamsin... but uh, that's kinda it as far as knowing things goes."

Cold... This was the first thought that came to Tamsin's mind when her consciousness roused her. Blinking away the sleepiness that always lingered after rest, she found herself facedown on a rather chilly, luminescent white floor. Stretching, the girl propped herself up on her hands and looked around. There was nothing but cold white all around, with a few broken patches of darkness. Tamsin hopped up, regretting her lack of footwear for a moment as cold seeped into the balls of her feet. Dark blue flopped over her left eye, and she grabbed at the hair, wondering why she'd styled it that way. It was a bit annoying, hanging over her eye. And blue? Reaching to the back of her head with a half-gloved hand, she felt a tuft that she assumed was supposed to be a ponytail. "So I'm a f***ing punk." With a frown, she cracked her neck and sighed, grumbling, "What's all this?" She didn't remember coming here... In fact, there was just about nothing in her memory bank. "Name... Tamsin... Reicher. Age?" She couldn't recall that bit, but looking down at herself, she decided she was probably a teenager, maybe an adult. "Damn, I'm short," she muttered, trying to gauge the distance to the floor. Grey tanktop, blue jeans, red flannel... Colors were good. They distracted from the glowing white that was starting to irk her. Frowning as she wondered what she looked and acted like normally, Tamsin felt almost naturally inclined to shrug it off and do something useful. "I'm probably weird," she sighed, now wondering how she knew speech and terminology but had forgotten her life. Cracking her knuckles, the girl again took a look at the surroundings; a couple of the dark areas were shifting, and Tamsin decided they were living things. "With any luck, human." The glow of what she assumed was the floor of some room kept the way light, not that the surrounding nothingness didn't. There were a few people lying on the floor, and just in the distance two others, standing possibly. She mumbled, "Better see what the hell's up," and made her way to the awakened cohabitants of what Tamsin decided was the weirdest room she'd been in. It was a shoo-in, considering it was the only one she could recall having been in. The two she could see were unaware of her presence, and the closer of the two didn't appear to be walking anywhere. She didn't think either of them knew her, but that guess was based on appearance alone. After a moment, she could make out that they were a curly-headed boy and a girl with black clothes and hair. The boy lingered on his own, not asking anything but looking a bit anxious as he mumbled to himself. The girl approached and said something, but Tamsin had to read her lips to get it from even that short distance. 'Maybe this is hell' she'd said... Talking to the boy with the cap, she supposed. Looking at the two, then back at a third awakened person, she frowned. "Um, hi?" the bespectacled younger girl tried. With another sigh, Tamsin dropped her questions, knowing by their expressions that no one else had a clue what was going on either. Instead she answered the small girl. "Hey..." (It's difficult to write an opening when everyone before you says there's a group, and no one's in it... So I eliminated the standing group of three from the first posts that for now is impossible with the amount of people who've just walked over there in confusion. I won't say anything about Tamsin's personality yet, but I've decided she curses a lot. xP))

That's kinda odd, considering that's a phrase used to describe babies xP The program at least knew enough not to call me joyous~

Tried it...

OC Profiles xP

A peanut butter and jelly sandwich. owo

Gotta save my sis in law, right? xP *save*

Ramen~ -w-

Meme. xP Ouran meme~

*hits it with a ball; Reverse baseball *^* * *throws a Conan cosplayer*

*Murders* Wasn't me. *leaves* Oh, and DCW's Hastings. *^*

Oh so that's how it is, eh? Tokage-chan. xP

DCW's Teme-kun. xPPP