"Somewhat," Rukia replied, almost echoing Raven's own response. "I believe a samurai would be a closer approximation. A shinigami always fights with a katana. Many of them are able to use spells as well."
But she wasn't sure if any of those terms held much meaning for him. Now that she knew they all came from different worlds, she had to do far more explaining. Maybe she should buy more paper and some colored markers at the store.
"Well then, Mister Archer, shall we--?"
"Miss Rukia, it's getting dark. The shops will close soon." The notice came from the fluffy little Moogle, approaching with its arms politely tucked behind its back.
Rukia dropped her fist into her hand. "I'd almost forgotten! Thank you, Chappopo." Turning back to Raven, she tossed a casual wave of her hand. "Will you excuse me?" There was more she wanted to discuss, but she didn't want to sleep in her clothes yet again.
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But she wasn't sure if any of those terms held much meaning for him. Now that she knew they all came from different worlds, she had to do far more explaining. Maybe she should buy more paper and some colored markers at the store.
"Well then, Mister Archer, shall we--?"
"Miss Rukia, it's getting dark. The shops will close soon." The notice came from the fluffy little Moogle, approaching with its arms politely tucked behind its back.
Rukia dropped her fist into her hand. "I'd almost forgotten! Thank you, Chappopo." Turning back to Raven, she tossed a casual wave of her hand. "Will you excuse me?" There was more she wanted to discuss, but she didn't want to sleep in her clothes yet again.