We Lock Our Souls In Cages
Who: Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Ulquiorra Schiffer
Where: Around Seireitei
When: November 27
Summary: With the situation in Hueco Mundo yet in chaos, the Cuarta Espada continues to gauge its effects elsewhere.
Rating: PG-13
There had been no word from Aizen ever since the initial reports about the unusual creatures. His silence, while nothing too strange in itself, were but more cause for thought. Ulquiorra had been doing much of that lately; thinking about things. He knew that the situation itself was not completely unrealized- if Gin was aware of what had happened, then Aizen most certainly did. If the other Espada had further thoughts on whatever was happening, they too, kept it to themselves. Who knew where Nnoitra was, and the Octava had taken to surrounding himself in research and experiments for as far as they knew. Barragan was here- he'd made no secret of it, and it was hard not to notice the Segunda's presence for all that he cared to mask it.
Ulquiorra played things no differently from how he always went about his excursions to the Living Realm and to Soul Society. He didn't care if he was noticed by the locals or not, but the more attention avoided, the less complications to deal with, and the more time for observation. Yet such methods were limiting for the information he could gather, but he knew well that most Shinigami were not inclined to randomly converse with an Arrancar, and much less was he inclined to speak so casually to them.
Despite such reasoning, the small Espada would be found walking the main streets with his usual air of indifference, his hands tucked into hakama pockets as he made way as unobtrusively as an Arrancar could manage. He never made it a habit to walk out in the open, and although he reined in his reiatsu as tightly as was possible, there were more obvious reasons for why he would stand out.
Where: Around Seireitei
When: November 27
Summary: With the situation in Hueco Mundo yet in chaos, the Cuarta Espada continues to gauge its effects elsewhere.
Rating: PG-13
There had been no word from Aizen ever since the initial reports about the unusual creatures. His silence, while nothing too strange in itself, were but more cause for thought. Ulquiorra had been doing much of that lately; thinking about things. He knew that the situation itself was not completely unrealized- if Gin was aware of what had happened, then Aizen most certainly did. If the other Espada had further thoughts on whatever was happening, they too, kept it to themselves. Who knew where Nnoitra was, and the Octava had taken to surrounding himself in research and experiments for as far as they knew. Barragan was here- he'd made no secret of it, and it was hard not to notice the Segunda's presence for all that he cared to mask it.
Ulquiorra played things no differently from how he always went about his excursions to the Living Realm and to Soul Society. He didn't care if he was noticed by the locals or not, but the more attention avoided, the less complications to deal with, and the more time for observation. Yet such methods were limiting for the information he could gather, but he knew well that most Shinigami were not inclined to randomly converse with an Arrancar, and much less was he inclined to speak so casually to them.
Despite such reasoning, the small Espada would be found walking the main streets with his usual air of indifference, his hands tucked into hakama pockets as he made way as unobtrusively as an Arrancar could manage. He never made it a habit to walk out in the open, and although he reined in his reiatsu as tightly as was possible, there were more obvious reasons for why he would stand out.