Treinta Septima (Accidental Video, backdated to an hour or two after the rescue.)
*The PCD opens on a rare sight today, Ulquiorra collapsed on the ground with his clothes torn up and body showing burns and cuts. At first glance, the wounds don't seem too bad, but closer examination reveals that, despite the fact that hardly any blood is dripping from them, the gashes run fairly deep.
An effort to get to his feet only ends with him falling back to the ground, where he glares up at the sky and clenches a bloody fist against the ground.*
Damn...it.
*And with that unusual curse, he relaxes, trying to conserve as much energy as possible.*
(As of now, there are no plans for who will retrieve him. Feel free to reply, though he'll probably only respond if he thinks it's important and will probably be passed out by the time anyone can get there.)
An effort to get to his feet only ends with him falling back to the ground, where he glares up at the sky and clenches a bloody fist against the ground.*
Damn...it.
*And with that unusual curse, he relaxes, trying to conserve as much energy as possible.*
(As of now, there are no plans for who will retrieve him. Feel free to reply, though he'll probably only respond if he thinks it's important and will probably be passed out by the time anyone can get there.)