"A vampire," Rukia repeats, eyes wide with surprise, blinking as she carefully extracts a hand from under the weight of the bag and brushes her hair out of her eyes. Vampires of all sorts seem to live in the city, different than anything Rukia's known from home. Hollows may behave in ways that align with a lot of the stories, but none of the lore seems to exactly align.
"Does he need blood to survive? Or is it some sort of life force?" she asks, lips pressed together in thought.
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Date: 2013-01-04 05:50 pm (UTC)"Does he need blood to survive? Or is it some sort of life force?" she asks, lips pressed together in thought.