We Lock Our Souls In Cages

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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

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     He probably would not take kindly to being treated as a guinea pig, especially by a Shinigami that held a like scientific mind to that of their own Octava Espada. So long as no one was thinking to engage him in a hostile manner, Ulquiorra did not concern himself with the presence that he felt just at the fringes of his Pesquisa scope, now and then. He already knew it had to belong to a high-ranked Shinigami, and he knew that in this place, they were perfectly entitled to having their own concerns about an Arrancar, let alone an Espada, wandering their territory.

It was a feeling that came and went, and one that Ulquiorra made no obvious note of as he made his way. To be an observer observed was a touch annoying, and perhaps it was to some small level of satisfaction that at the very least, the Espada knew that they would glean nothing of his thoughts and reasons for his being there. He knew better than to allow himself that satisfaction, however. Proud as the Shinigami were, they were not completely stupid. There was still a strong distrust between them, despite the subtle changes that slipped into the way they interacted with each other on occasion, but even those were quickly overturned back to old methods under slight pressure. Old habits died hard.

And so, it was quite suddenly that Ulquiorra stopped. He tilted his head just so, turning it slightly enough to look over his shoulder, the piercing green gaze scanning the surrounding area, his senses filtering through the visual for what would not be seen.