Eighteenth Secret: Emergence

[divine_dork]

[The feed clicks on as the PCD is half-placed, half-dropped down on Aizen's low writing desk, showing a view of a house in a state of mild disarray but notable abandonment: dust on the desk and on the pages arranged on it, wilted flowers in a pot in the corner, even the footprints of some animals on the dusty floor. Aizen is walking around the room

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FFFF; don't feel bad. I was made of fail this month myself

[smrtrthanyou]

[...what. Just what. He knows that voice, but... what?]

Aizen-sama?

Starting from the top? ^^

[divine_dork]

[Private//unhackable]

[Have the patented terrifying Aizen-style change of expression: like the slipping of a curtain, humble confusion gone, aloof amusement clear in its place.]

You sound very surprised, Szayel.

Certainly~ And Locking this whole thing

[smrtrthanyou]

[Aaaaahhhh... there's the Aizen he knows. He let out a faint, embarrassed cough, adjusting his glasses.]

Forgive me, Aizen-sama. I have not had the pleasure of witnessing your performance to the denizens of this place.

[locked]

[divine_dork]

No, you have not. Really, we have both been quite remiss.

Tell me, what current projects do you have on your table?

Re: [locked]

[smrtrthanyou]

My apologies, Aizen-sama. I have been preoccupied restoring a hospital in the northwestern district. It is my intent to use it as my base of operations. I had announced its opening not long before this.

[locked]

[divine_dork]

Excellent. I will want to inspect your supplies and means; I may need to call upon you for a little project of my own.

[locked]

[smrtrthanyou]

Of course, Aizen-sama. I will await your arrival.