oo1 // Video
{There isn't much to see at first as she tries to figure out how to use the audio feature, just a flurry of blurred colors and the odd, jittery shot of a wall, the ceiling, the flash of her black boots as she walks, and so on, accompanied by some mumbling in the background.}
Piece of--
Stupid--
{And then the camera lands on the face of a very irate Cirucci Thunderwitch. A look of mild surprise momentarily pulls at her features when she realizes she's actually being filmed... But she decides to go with it, and she's back to looking pissy again.}
All right, listen up out there, because I'm only gonna say this once:
You can't just destroy places like Hueco Mundo. It's where Hollows live. Hollows are souls. Dead souls. Dead souls go there when they die. Get it? Without Hueco Mundo, or even Soul Society, where the hell are all the souls supposed to go? To this piece of shit place? Please.
{The feed is shaky and jerky, made unstable by how hard her feet are hitting the floor as she walks stomps.}
And by the way, the rooms here? Disgusting. I am not setting one goddamn foot inside one, let alone living in one.
Enough of this crap.
{She huffs, and her voice and countenance become insincerely sweet.}
Now, would somebody please be so kind as to tell Cirucci how to get the fuck out of here? She has a certain Quincy to tend to~
Piece of--
Stupid--
{And then the camera lands on the face of a very irate Cirucci Thunderwitch. A look of mild surprise momentarily pulls at her features when she realizes she's actually being filmed... But she decides to go with it, and she's back to looking pissy again.}
All right, listen up out there, because I'm only gonna say this once:
You can't just destroy places like Hueco Mundo. It's where Hollows live. Hollows are souls. Dead souls. Dead souls go there when they die. Get it? Without Hueco Mundo, or even Soul Society, where the hell are all the souls supposed to go? To this piece of shit place? Please.
{The feed is shaky and jerky, made unstable by how hard her feet are hitting the floor as she walks stomps.}
And by the way, the rooms here? Disgusting. I am not setting one goddamn foot inside one, let alone living in one.
Enough of this crap.
{She huffs, and her voice and countenance become insincerely sweet.}
Now, would somebody please be so kind as to tell Cirucci how to get the fuck out of here? She has a certain Quincy to tend to~