It all sounded so impossible...but judging from the look of utter stupidity on poor Rangiku's face, it was all true. Rangiku was now an utter moron. She kept spacing out, smiling despite the obvious danger she was in.
Nodding, Rukia took a stern expression. "Alright. I'll help. Ask your questions," she said. And why not? According to the announcer, everything she said would be right. Rangiku could be saved...or at least her life improved upon...by Rukia's answers.
What Rukia was NOT aware of was that she was basically under a truth serum effect. Rukia would answer questions in accordance with the first thing that popped into her head. Which, of course, would be the truth...or her opinion of such.
"Okay, Ms Kuchiki, question number one!" The Announcer said, getting right back into the game. "What color is Rangiku's hair?" Sure it was the same question as before, but...
"Blonde," Rukia replied, not thinking to specify. As a result, Rangiku found her scalp tingling as her hair became a far lighter shade of blonde. Rukia sputtered at the sight but was unable to change her answer.
The Announcer grinned wider. "Correct...of course! Question two! What is Rangiku's breast size?" Rukia paled. She didn't know that. Not the exact size anyway. While, in her opinion, the girl could stand to have a less distracting set, Rukia was sure that opinion wouldn't be appreciated.
Still, her mouth was set to act faster than her brain. She didn't have time to try and calculate anything. She just opened her mouth and said...
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