Rangiku looked at the tapestries as she passed, making a face at what was depicted. Warfare, people dying. She really rather hoped that whoever had decorated just had extremely bad taste, but she wasn't about to hold her breath. Too much of it seemed too familiar, not just here but back in her own world. She'd seen her share of wars as she led souls to Soul Society.

She pulled her katana out and ready, just to be sure. "I think we will," she replied. She thought she might have heard the door to the ballroom lock.

Taking a breath, she pushed open the door and stepped inside.

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