To think, I had nearly reached the agreeable point in which all this became an aggravating, intolerably long, but finished dream. Or, as I had not slept, a delusion. I certainly had enough to think about without recollecting the oddities of this damned place. Yet, as this City is, in one minute I am speaking to Abarai, and the next, I've blinked and returned.
What day is it? To my memory, I've been gone only a few hours. Morbid curiosity would prompt me also to ask what, precisely, is the meaning behind all the commotion outside.
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Octava Espada.
This City removes much of the incentive that I possessed in Hueco Mundo, my motive for having any interest in the completion of that fight. However, I now stand in your position, at least insofar as I can no longer claim with complete honesty that that fight is no concern of mine. You proposed then that we settle it immediately, however, I do have a prior engagement to see through.
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[ooc: Ishida heard a lot of screaming, but as he was too annoyed with being back here of all the horrible places to be, he opted to just go to his apartment and get an update via network. also he totally doesn't know his father's around ;D. ]