Future Alliances...?
WHO: Ulquiorra, Tyki Mikk
WHERE: Fuyuki City
WHEN: 1/13/07 Post Akuma attack on Karakura's Market, and post Toushirou/Ulquiorra confrontation.
WHAT: Arrancar and Noah relations.
WATCH FOR: ...Butterflies?
Paranormal Sector - Karakura Town
Truth be told, this town looks as one might expect of a modern Japanese suburb. The streets are clean here, and the homes usually look neat and tidy. It has a sort of small town charm, with its small, locally-owned businesses - some of which operate out of houses. The local landmarks include a large open market on the end of town close to Tokyo, a large high school, and the family-owned Kurosaki Clinic.
Indeed, if one cannot see ghosts, Karakura Town seems normal. However, those with supernatural senses may realize this place is out of the ordinary. Hollows, ghosts infused with evil energy, are sometimes on the prowl here, and they are combated by the Death Gods - invisible warriors fighting against these accursed ghosts.
For those who know better, this place may idyllic, but it is still a battleground.
Contents:
Ulquiorra
The rain still falls incessantly from the dark and clouded skies above Karakura, although at the very least it has lightened up somewhat. Not that the ghostly white figure pays it any mind. He stands miles above the city, silhouetted by the gray clouds at his back, his hands in his hakama pockets, his green eyes scanning the wet city that gleams below. The reiatsu of the shinigami captains was far off now, but there was no move from them to indicate his pursuit. Just as well, since Ulquiorra did not feel like contending with any of them at the moment. He had other things he wished to investigate further...
Surely this high up, other than the stray path of an aircraft, nothing would seek to brave the stronger winds nor the nasty weather that continued to pour on the town below. Yet, from the nethers of the glittering Karakura, flapping wings dared to cut through the gusts and fight its way to ascend. It was slow going, but continuous...no bird, no living animal for that matter. But of all things, a butterfly. A golem to be precise, the markings on it those of a suit of clubs. It likely wasn't the first time the Arrancar might have caught sight of the strange creature.
Its purpose was clear though. It was trying to reach Ulquiorra. Be it that the latter deigned to meet it, or he waited patiently for it's arrival, it would flutter back and forth, the crown-like skull that was its morbid hidden face open and silently screaming. Shortly after, it would plunge back down towards the town, picking a path in a sleepier side of the area...notably, one lacking of any shinigami captains.
The further along it went, more of the same 'butterflies' could be glimpsed, till it would alight on the shoulder of a man seated languidly on a gazebo bench. The warm glow of the lit cigarette sent whisps of smoke into the air, and he'd have a ready smile for the newest arrival.
The cold, green orbs suddenly pinpoint the small creature that flits and fights its way up and towards him. If not for the faint aura of death that surrounded it, the dark little form would be a hard thing to notice indeed against the dark city backdrop.
Ulquiorra makes no move to meet it, but waits and watches as it nears. Even as the butterfly moves to descend back into the depths of the city, the Arrancar himself makes no move to follow immediately. He continues to watch, continues to wait until it gets a considerable distance, so long as he can still register its presence. But it soon grows fainter, and it is then that the white clad figure angles himself downwards. Sonido steps burst him at nigh untrackable speeds, and his appearance on ground level would almost seem as if he'd teleported from one spot to this.
He steps quietly towards the gazebo, green eyes casting a quick glance of the setting and its current 'inhabitants' as he draws nearer. Ulquiorra regards the fashionably dressed man in silence, with neither nod nor words in greeting.
In a most unconcerned manner, the seated man lifted his ivory-sheathed hand and casually removed the cigarette from his lips, lightly exhaling with a contented sound. "Not exactly the most pleasant of weather, is it." The Noah remarked in a pleasant converesational voice. Tyki sized up the Arrancar in person this time, seeing what he'd already through the eyes of the Tease. The butterfly shifted on his shoulder closing its wings, resting from its arduous flight.
"Did you happen to enjoy the show? I noticed you had a bit of an interruption yourself, very unfortunate. These Shinigami have no care for the business they disrupt, now do they." It wasn't a question, but clear statement of fact. That there was an animousity between Ulquiorra and the white-haired Shinigami wasn't questioned. What was unknown, is the whys, and if this could be manipulated or used to their benefit. The multiverse was afterall, a very...large place.
A flick of a finger against the shaft of the cigarette discarded the ash.
He is certainly one of the more unimposing figures of the Espada, although there is something about him that would make anyone think twice before thinking nothing more of him. Looks can be deceiving, after all. The same can be said of the strange man that sits before him, dark skinned, golden eyed, and yet in spiritual signature he does not radiate anything significant. This is a human. Yet... there is something that sets him apart from the regular human trash.
Ulquiorra turns his eyes from Tyki, looking off in the distance, notably in the direction of the night's earlier incident. "The gate allows many interesting things to pass," he finally comments. A moment more passes before he once again returns his green gaze towards the gentleman surrounded by butterflies.
"The shinigami have long gone passed their bounds of normal duties. Much has changed in such a short span of time." A ghost of a smirk touches the pallid lips. "You have dealt with them before. Yet what happened earlier did not seem like anything more than a random exhibition. A test." Hooding his gaze, he lifts his head fractionally.
"...you have drawn someone's attention. Now speak your reasons."
"I have." Tyki confirmed, taking another draught from the cigarette, he studied the slow burn of the paper and finely diced leaves. The same brand he's smoked since before all of this trouble started, and he'd been forced to re-enter into his Dark life. "And you're also correct. It was a test." The Noah laughed shortly, a sound filled with some wry humour. "A test with some unexpected results! The scope of the shinigami skill was one such, aswell as picking out more of the hidden nuisances. On the other hand-- it was never my intent to find 'someones' attention as you put it."
Tyki arched his brows, the slender lines merging with the shadow cast from his tall hat. "Your presence is a fluke, but..." He smiled, somehow managing to remain friendly despite the implication of the words that followed, "I believe, a potentially fortuitous one." The Noah leaned foward, folding his hands at the wrists over his knees. "It's been decided that these Shinigami need to be dealt with, their habit of sticking their noses in where it is unwanted is rude and irritating. I see that there is no love lost between you two either..."
"...A common interest?" The question was loaded with allusions. "What they encountered tonight is but a scarce fraction. Only the first of further information gathering. I'm telling all of this to you because you decided to entertain me. You seem like a person inclinded to getting straight to the point, no frills attached. Do I have more than just 'someones' attention now?" His smile was different this time. Tyki already knew the answer.
The Arrancar changes little in his stance. He may as well be a statue for all the life he exudes. "Hm. Even if you say it was not your intention, you should have expected such an act would hardly go unnoticed." He shifts his weight to one side, hands still in pockets, eyes unblinking. If he shares in finding this humorous, he makes no show of it as Tyki does. "Let's just say that the shinigami do not agree with our existance." That's putting it rather nicely.
"The gaining of one's attention can be a good thing or a bad thing. Most would not wish it. You assume much, but I'll admit such. Yes. It is hard not to have an interest in anything that involves someone's shared opinions of the Soul Society's minions." Ulquiorra slips a hand from his pocket, gesturing idly. "Now. With such a response, what will you do?"
"Unnoticed, no." He held up a finger from his new resting state, "But you are a different kind of fish from the ones I expected to catch." Tyki smirked, as if amused privately that this proud Arrancar might be insulted by being compared to fish. The other's stoic expressions weren't much cause for worry, though it'd make it more interesting if Ulquiorra was more open about what he was thinking. Guessing and anticipating was a bore after sometime when all you had to read was a blank projected slate.
"I have made it clear what my intentions are. Rather it is you who will have to decide the depth of interest that motivates you. We already can see along similar lines, it may be of some...benefit shall I say, that we might be able to work in such a fashion that we compliment rather than against each other." Was he dancing around the term, 'alliance'? The latter bespoke a bit more trust than either of them had for each other. Truely, both knew next to nothing.
What they both had however, was a glimpse of their strengths, their resources. Just a glimpse, would it be enough?
If Tyki's fish comparison offends Ulquiorra, then the Noah should already well expect that he'll get no obvious reaction to it. Far be it for the Espada to let himself get upset over something so trivial. He is wary of the other's confidence in this conversation, however. While not as outrightly assuming things would soon be a sealed deal as with another of a previous and somewhat similar meeting, speaking with Tyki did remind Ulquiorra much of his talks with Light Yagami. Yet this one would not be goaded so easily with threats, and as of now, Ulquiorra had no reason to threaten.
"If that is all of your intent, then you may understand why I am hesitant to make an immediate response of whether to agree or disagree." The Espada lifts his shoulders vaguely in a shrug. "I suppose that details are rendered unnecessary when the objective is concerning but a common opposition. Not so is curiousity so easily satiated, though." He has seen more of Tyki's... well, not truly abilities, but what sort of powers were at his command, than Tyki has of the Arrancar or of Ulquiorra himself. As the Noah had noted earlier, crossing each other's paths of interest was merely... coincidence.
TThere were key differences between the teenager and this man seated before him, differences that would play a strong role in how talks could turn out. Goading, threats, these things were a lesser tool against the Noah, because from where he stood by comparison-- Tyki might well be on the same level as the Arrancar. The Hollow and Akuma were theirs to order, yet both followed one absolute leader.
The words of Ulqiorra were considered breifly, leaning back the Noah shrugged, pulling deeply on the cigarette...long and hard till much of its length was burnt. He dropped the stub onto the ground, crushing it beneath his heel as he released a long smokey sigh. "Fair enough." In one smooth motion, he rose to his feet, a pair of fingers lifting to his shoulder-- the Tease hopped obediently onto it with a small flutter. "Why don't you think about it? Maybe...discuss it with 'whomever'."
Smiling almost sweetly, he scattered the butterfly to the air again, and it drifted towards the Arrancar. "You may keep it with you, or instruct it to remain in a certain location here in Karakura. When you are ready to speak with me again...it will get the message to me."
Ulquiorra has been learning how to deal with others with better patience than his Arrancar brethren. He has been more careful in whom he labels as trash. While certainly he still probably held his opinion of humans on a low scale, he also had respect for those that were able to face the Arrancar without faltering. Some had the gall to spout words, yet have nothing to back them. Not so, Ulquiorra believes, with Tyki.
Slowly, deliberately, the half-helm wearing Espada removes his right hand from his pocket, pale fingers extended with palm upturned as the Tease drifts above it. Green eyes study the flitting wings, the interesting patterns and the skeletal features before looking to the Noah once more. He simply nods his response. Turning, his hand once again slips into his pocket, the Tease left to follow or catch a ride on horn of helmet or shoulder. He does not leave immediately. Throwing a glance over his shoulder, Ulquiorra says one more thing.
"...your name."
Easing a hand onto his hip, the Noah lowered his chin slightly, never shifting his gaze from the Arrancar. Names were not necessary during first meetings like this, but if it were fancied-- "Sir Mikk." Keeping it formal for the time being. 'Tyki' thus far was reserved for when under his White, but if he desired, he wouldn't seek to hide it. Keeping the two forms seperate were preferably, but in a multiverse as large as this...Not entirely dependent on carrying out a quiet future if that was his eventual wish.
The Noah wouldn't wait for him to depart from sight, instead he chose his own path-- a light walk out into the rain, something which oddly enough didn't seem to touch him...but left his clothing as dry as ever-- not even footsteps were left to send splashes in the puddles.
It seems they both make their exit simultaneously. No sooner has Ulquiorra received a response does he turn and begin to walk off again.
Two mysterious figures, both untouched by the dampness, one a spiritual amalgam of death bringers, the other a human gifted with abilities and resources along the same lines. Certainly this meeting would not be the last...
...but first, consultation. Ulquiorra is due to report back to Aizen. The Tease alas, will not be visiting Hueco Mundo with him this time. After having gone a ways on foot, he has decided to leave the butterfly in the woods not far from where he and Yammy had made their first impression (literally) in Karakura. The large crater still scars the ground a ways off and no others around for miles. Just as well that no one sees him going. A hand is extended, the black-nailed finger seeming to slit through the very fabric of dimensions before the gaping maw yawns wide enough for the white clad figure to step through. Seamlessly does it seal behind the Espada, leaving only the scenery and the rain.
WHERE: Fuyuki City
WHEN: 1/13/07 Post Akuma attack on Karakura's Market, and post Toushirou/Ulquiorra confrontation.
WHAT: Arrancar and Noah relations.
WATCH FOR: ...Butterflies?
Paranormal Sector - Karakura Town
Truth be told, this town looks as one might expect of a modern Japanese suburb. The streets are clean here, and the homes usually look neat and tidy. It has a sort of small town charm, with its small, locally-owned businesses - some of which operate out of houses. The local landmarks include a large open market on the end of town close to Tokyo, a large high school, and the family-owned Kurosaki Clinic.
Indeed, if one cannot see ghosts, Karakura Town seems normal. However, those with supernatural senses may realize this place is out of the ordinary. Hollows, ghosts infused with evil energy, are sometimes on the prowl here, and they are combated by the Death Gods - invisible warriors fighting against these accursed ghosts.
For those who know better, this place may idyllic, but it is still a battleground.
Contents:
Ulquiorra
The rain still falls incessantly from the dark and clouded skies above Karakura, although at the very least it has lightened up somewhat. Not that the ghostly white figure pays it any mind. He stands miles above the city, silhouetted by the gray clouds at his back, his hands in his hakama pockets, his green eyes scanning the wet city that gleams below. The reiatsu of the shinigami captains was far off now, but there was no move from them to indicate his pursuit. Just as well, since Ulquiorra did not feel like contending with any of them at the moment. He had other things he wished to investigate further...
Surely this high up, other than the stray path of an aircraft, nothing would seek to brave the stronger winds nor the nasty weather that continued to pour on the town below. Yet, from the nethers of the glittering Karakura, flapping wings dared to cut through the gusts and fight its way to ascend. It was slow going, but continuous...no bird, no living animal for that matter. But of all things, a butterfly. A golem to be precise, the markings on it those of a suit of clubs. It likely wasn't the first time the Arrancar might have caught sight of the strange creature.
Its purpose was clear though. It was trying to reach Ulquiorra. Be it that the latter deigned to meet it, or he waited patiently for it's arrival, it would flutter back and forth, the crown-like skull that was its morbid hidden face open and silently screaming. Shortly after, it would plunge back down towards the town, picking a path in a sleepier side of the area...notably, one lacking of any shinigami captains.
The further along it went, more of the same 'butterflies' could be glimpsed, till it would alight on the shoulder of a man seated languidly on a gazebo bench. The warm glow of the lit cigarette sent whisps of smoke into the air, and he'd have a ready smile for the newest arrival.
The cold, green orbs suddenly pinpoint the small creature that flits and fights its way up and towards him. If not for the faint aura of death that surrounded it, the dark little form would be a hard thing to notice indeed against the dark city backdrop.
Ulquiorra makes no move to meet it, but waits and watches as it nears. Even as the butterfly moves to descend back into the depths of the city, the Arrancar himself makes no move to follow immediately. He continues to watch, continues to wait until it gets a considerable distance, so long as he can still register its presence. But it soon grows fainter, and it is then that the white clad figure angles himself downwards. Sonido steps burst him at nigh untrackable speeds, and his appearance on ground level would almost seem as if he'd teleported from one spot to this.
He steps quietly towards the gazebo, green eyes casting a quick glance of the setting and its current 'inhabitants' as he draws nearer. Ulquiorra regards the fashionably dressed man in silence, with neither nod nor words in greeting.
In a most unconcerned manner, the seated man lifted his ivory-sheathed hand and casually removed the cigarette from his lips, lightly exhaling with a contented sound. "Not exactly the most pleasant of weather, is it." The Noah remarked in a pleasant converesational voice. Tyki sized up the Arrancar in person this time, seeing what he'd already through the eyes of the Tease. The butterfly shifted on his shoulder closing its wings, resting from its arduous flight.
"Did you happen to enjoy the show? I noticed you had a bit of an interruption yourself, very unfortunate. These Shinigami have no care for the business they disrupt, now do they." It wasn't a question, but clear statement of fact. That there was an animousity between Ulquiorra and the white-haired Shinigami wasn't questioned. What was unknown, is the whys, and if this could be manipulated or used to their benefit. The multiverse was afterall, a very...large place.
A flick of a finger against the shaft of the cigarette discarded the ash.
He is certainly one of the more unimposing figures of the Espada, although there is something about him that would make anyone think twice before thinking nothing more of him. Looks can be deceiving, after all. The same can be said of the strange man that sits before him, dark skinned, golden eyed, and yet in spiritual signature he does not radiate anything significant. This is a human. Yet... there is something that sets him apart from the regular human trash.
Ulquiorra turns his eyes from Tyki, looking off in the distance, notably in the direction of the night's earlier incident. "The gate allows many interesting things to pass," he finally comments. A moment more passes before he once again returns his green gaze towards the gentleman surrounded by butterflies.
"The shinigami have long gone passed their bounds of normal duties. Much has changed in such a short span of time." A ghost of a smirk touches the pallid lips. "You have dealt with them before. Yet what happened earlier did not seem like anything more than a random exhibition. A test." Hooding his gaze, he lifts his head fractionally.
"...you have drawn someone's attention. Now speak your reasons."
"I have." Tyki confirmed, taking another draught from the cigarette, he studied the slow burn of the paper and finely diced leaves. The same brand he's smoked since before all of this trouble started, and he'd been forced to re-enter into his Dark life. "And you're also correct. It was a test." The Noah laughed shortly, a sound filled with some wry humour. "A test with some unexpected results! The scope of the shinigami skill was one such, aswell as picking out more of the hidden nuisances. On the other hand-- it was never my intent to find 'someones' attention as you put it."
Tyki arched his brows, the slender lines merging with the shadow cast from his tall hat. "Your presence is a fluke, but..." He smiled, somehow managing to remain friendly despite the implication of the words that followed, "I believe, a potentially fortuitous one." The Noah leaned foward, folding his hands at the wrists over his knees. "It's been decided that these Shinigami need to be dealt with, their habit of sticking their noses in where it is unwanted is rude and irritating. I see that there is no love lost between you two either..."
"...A common interest?" The question was loaded with allusions. "What they encountered tonight is but a scarce fraction. Only the first of further information gathering. I'm telling all of this to you because you decided to entertain me. You seem like a person inclinded to getting straight to the point, no frills attached. Do I have more than just 'someones' attention now?" His smile was different this time. Tyki already knew the answer.
The Arrancar changes little in his stance. He may as well be a statue for all the life he exudes. "Hm. Even if you say it was not your intention, you should have expected such an act would hardly go unnoticed." He shifts his weight to one side, hands still in pockets, eyes unblinking. If he shares in finding this humorous, he makes no show of it as Tyki does. "Let's just say that the shinigami do not agree with our existance." That's putting it rather nicely.
"The gaining of one's attention can be a good thing or a bad thing. Most would not wish it. You assume much, but I'll admit such. Yes. It is hard not to have an interest in anything that involves someone's shared opinions of the Soul Society's minions." Ulquiorra slips a hand from his pocket, gesturing idly. "Now. With such a response, what will you do?"
"Unnoticed, no." He held up a finger from his new resting state, "But you are a different kind of fish from the ones I expected to catch." Tyki smirked, as if amused privately that this proud Arrancar might be insulted by being compared to fish. The other's stoic expressions weren't much cause for worry, though it'd make it more interesting if Ulquiorra was more open about what he was thinking. Guessing and anticipating was a bore after sometime when all you had to read was a blank projected slate.
"I have made it clear what my intentions are. Rather it is you who will have to decide the depth of interest that motivates you. We already can see along similar lines, it may be of some...benefit shall I say, that we might be able to work in such a fashion that we compliment rather than against each other." Was he dancing around the term, 'alliance'? The latter bespoke a bit more trust than either of them had for each other. Truely, both knew next to nothing.
What they both had however, was a glimpse of their strengths, their resources. Just a glimpse, would it be enough?
If Tyki's fish comparison offends Ulquiorra, then the Noah should already well expect that he'll get no obvious reaction to it. Far be it for the Espada to let himself get upset over something so trivial. He is wary of the other's confidence in this conversation, however. While not as outrightly assuming things would soon be a sealed deal as with another of a previous and somewhat similar meeting, speaking with Tyki did remind Ulquiorra much of his talks with Light Yagami. Yet this one would not be goaded so easily with threats, and as of now, Ulquiorra had no reason to threaten.
"If that is all of your intent, then you may understand why I am hesitant to make an immediate response of whether to agree or disagree." The Espada lifts his shoulders vaguely in a shrug. "I suppose that details are rendered unnecessary when the objective is concerning but a common opposition. Not so is curiousity so easily satiated, though." He has seen more of Tyki's... well, not truly abilities, but what sort of powers were at his command, than Tyki has of the Arrancar or of Ulquiorra himself. As the Noah had noted earlier, crossing each other's paths of interest was merely... coincidence.
TThere were key differences between the teenager and this man seated before him, differences that would play a strong role in how talks could turn out. Goading, threats, these things were a lesser tool against the Noah, because from where he stood by comparison-- Tyki might well be on the same level as the Arrancar. The Hollow and Akuma were theirs to order, yet both followed one absolute leader.
The words of Ulqiorra were considered breifly, leaning back the Noah shrugged, pulling deeply on the cigarette...long and hard till much of its length was burnt. He dropped the stub onto the ground, crushing it beneath his heel as he released a long smokey sigh. "Fair enough." In one smooth motion, he rose to his feet, a pair of fingers lifting to his shoulder-- the Tease hopped obediently onto it with a small flutter. "Why don't you think about it? Maybe...discuss it with 'whomever'."
Smiling almost sweetly, he scattered the butterfly to the air again, and it drifted towards the Arrancar. "You may keep it with you, or instruct it to remain in a certain location here in Karakura. When you are ready to speak with me again...it will get the message to me."
Ulquiorra has been learning how to deal with others with better patience than his Arrancar brethren. He has been more careful in whom he labels as trash. While certainly he still probably held his opinion of humans on a low scale, he also had respect for those that were able to face the Arrancar without faltering. Some had the gall to spout words, yet have nothing to back them. Not so, Ulquiorra believes, with Tyki.
Slowly, deliberately, the half-helm wearing Espada removes his right hand from his pocket, pale fingers extended with palm upturned as the Tease drifts above it. Green eyes study the flitting wings, the interesting patterns and the skeletal features before looking to the Noah once more. He simply nods his response. Turning, his hand once again slips into his pocket, the Tease left to follow or catch a ride on horn of helmet or shoulder. He does not leave immediately. Throwing a glance over his shoulder, Ulquiorra says one more thing.
"...your name."
Easing a hand onto his hip, the Noah lowered his chin slightly, never shifting his gaze from the Arrancar. Names were not necessary during first meetings like this, but if it were fancied-- "Sir Mikk." Keeping it formal for the time being. 'Tyki' thus far was reserved for when under his White, but if he desired, he wouldn't seek to hide it. Keeping the two forms seperate were preferably, but in a multiverse as large as this...Not entirely dependent on carrying out a quiet future if that was his eventual wish.
The Noah wouldn't wait for him to depart from sight, instead he chose his own path-- a light walk out into the rain, something which oddly enough didn't seem to touch him...but left his clothing as dry as ever-- not even footsteps were left to send splashes in the puddles.
It seems they both make their exit simultaneously. No sooner has Ulquiorra received a response does he turn and begin to walk off again.
Two mysterious figures, both untouched by the dampness, one a spiritual amalgam of death bringers, the other a human gifted with abilities and resources along the same lines. Certainly this meeting would not be the last...
...but first, consultation. Ulquiorra is due to report back to Aizen. The Tease alas, will not be visiting Hueco Mundo with him this time. After having gone a ways on foot, he has decided to leave the butterfly in the woods not far from where he and Yammy had made their first impression (literally) in Karakura. The large crater still scars the ground a ways off and no others around for miles. Just as well that no one sees him going. A hand is extended, the black-nailed finger seeming to slit through the very fabric of dimensions before the gaping maw yawns wide enough for the white clad figure to step through. Seamlessly does it seal behind the Espada, leaving only the scenery and the rain.