Break Into Another Time
Characters: Ulquiorra Cifer, OPEN
Location: The East District
Time: Mid-Afternoon
Style: Prose
Status: Open/Public
Warning: None for now
Summary: A new place and a distinct lack of answers. Time to start scouting the new surroundings.
Wrong. It was just wrong here. There was no other word for it that described it any better.
It had been a brief shock in that the residents here had no trouble seeing him. It had been odder still that they greeted him openly and with smiles. ...it had made no sense.
What sort of world is this...? The question had turned over and over in his mind the more he saw of the city. Spiritual pressure here seemed almost stagnant, for lack of a better word. There was nothing to note of the locals in that regard, so why...?
It was needless to say that the Arrancar had quickly isolated himself from the throngs of people that went about their business in the city streets. While he had immediately realized that there were definite restrictions on his power the moment he had found himself in this place, it didn't seem to have an affect on his Sonido. How long will that last? he wondered, even as he seemingly vanished from street level, moving to higher ground. Rooftops were more ideal for watching things, and Ulquiorra's perch of choice happened to be one of the towers making up the old cathedral. His hands remained in his pockets, his right hand slipping around the circular device that he'd found there shortly upon his arrival. He had received no response thus far, but he supposed he should have expected that it would not be that easy to get answers. Well. There were other ways to get them.
Green, unblinking eyes scanned the area below, and as far as he could see of the east-most district.
Location: The East District
Time: Mid-Afternoon
Style: Prose
Status: Open/Public
Warning: None for now
Summary: A new place and a distinct lack of answers. Time to start scouting the new surroundings.
Wrong. It was just wrong here. There was no other word for it that described it any better.
It had been a brief shock in that the residents here had no trouble seeing him. It had been odder still that they greeted him openly and with smiles. ...it had made no sense.
What sort of world is this...? The question had turned over and over in his mind the more he saw of the city. Spiritual pressure here seemed almost stagnant, for lack of a better word. There was nothing to note of the locals in that regard, so why...?
It was needless to say that the Arrancar had quickly isolated himself from the throngs of people that went about their business in the city streets. While he had immediately realized that there were definite restrictions on his power the moment he had found himself in this place, it didn't seem to have an affect on his Sonido. How long will that last? he wondered, even as he seemingly vanished from street level, moving to higher ground. Rooftops were more ideal for watching things, and Ulquiorra's perch of choice happened to be one of the towers making up the old cathedral. His hands remained in his pockets, his right hand slipping around the circular device that he'd found there shortly upon his arrival. He had received no response thus far, but he supposed he should have expected that it would not be that easy to get answers. Well. There were other ways to get them.
Green, unblinking eyes scanned the area below, and as far as he could see of the east-most district.