[Ulquiorra is standing outside of Niflheim, looking around.]

Something feels...off.

Hn.

-=Setting up the tables, directing guards and telling them where to put the booklets.=- There.. Behind that table. Excellent. Toki should be here soon, so I guess I'll put up the announcement.

-=another box sits on the table where he will be sitting, one that has a giant cone apparatus sticking out of it. Hello, ladies and gents to the ancient ( Read more... )

ATTENTION COCKS.

FROM NOW ON THIS AREA AND ALL OF ITS BELONGINGS ARE PROPERTY OF MICHAEL TRINITY.

AND I NAME THE PLACE TRINITY.

You're not allowed to disagree.

*leaving Midgard - because, good God, who'd WANT to be in there right now? - to find something to do*

...I should try figure out what people do for fun here.

*pulls a rations book out of her pocket and looks at it*  Wonder why he took so many?  Probably hungry.

...  *stuffs the book back in her pocket*  Poor guy.

((Wandering the streets, up for small talk with anybody.))

( The PA hisses on and the charming voice of Maes Hughes rumbles over the speakers. )

"Niflheim"....? Number seven....

Hn.

[Ulquiorra looks up at the two desolate housing units. He's trying to figure out where he's supposed to go, but of course he's too proud to, you know, ask for directions. ]