Contemplate our navels! (open)
Who: Ulquoirra, since he's a loner, and doesn't tend to pal around. XD Oh, and a tree he's beating the ever-loving crap out of. If anyone wants to show up for whatever reason, feel free.
What: Having encountered a familiar woman, and learned about the nature of this place. Ulquiorra does what he does best: broods.
Where: A woodland near the beach
When: day
Warnings: a tree was harmed in the making of this entry.
A whooshing sound, almost like a sonic boom, erupted three times. In a blur, Ulquiorra's sword arm extended, his blade piercing the trunk of the tree before him in three places, neatly aligned. he repeated this exercise again, then again, and continued on until the entire length of the tree's trunk was porous.
There was no meaning to this exercise. He simply couldn't keep his body still while he tried to makes sense of everything. That girl with orange hair... and the outlined girl he was reaching out to before he woke up here... was there a relation between them? He withdrew his sword and took a long look at it. the blade was cracked and broken, almost to the base, though it remained sturdy enough to be used as a weapon, and the tip was still in perfect condition...
He recalled hearing Ichigo and his hollow discussing zanpaku-tos. If this sword was a reflection of his soul... did this mean that Ulquiorra himself was broken?
The thought frustrated him, and with a sigh he sheathed his blade, moving his arm in a sweeping motion that cut the tree in half before turning to walk away. He wasn't going to think about this anymore. There was no logic in it... but what else could he do? His life had no purpose without Aizen-sama, or some strong power giving him commands.
The cut tree began to fall forward. he turned around an instant before it landed on him, removing his left arm from its pocket and thrusting his open hand into the center of the falling wood, watching it break into splinters around him.
"What meaning is there left... for one with no master to serve?"
What: Having encountered a familiar woman, and learned about the nature of this place. Ulquiorra does what he does best: broods.
Where: A woodland near the beach
When: day
Warnings: a tree was harmed in the making of this entry.
A whooshing sound, almost like a sonic boom, erupted three times. In a blur, Ulquiorra's sword arm extended, his blade piercing the trunk of the tree before him in three places, neatly aligned. he repeated this exercise again, then again, and continued on until the entire length of the tree's trunk was porous.
There was no meaning to this exercise. He simply couldn't keep his body still while he tried to makes sense of everything. That girl with orange hair... and the outlined girl he was reaching out to before he woke up here... was there a relation between them? He withdrew his sword and took a long look at it. the blade was cracked and broken, almost to the base, though it remained sturdy enough to be used as a weapon, and the tip was still in perfect condition...
He recalled hearing Ichigo and his hollow discussing zanpaku-tos. If this sword was a reflection of his soul... did this mean that Ulquiorra himself was broken?
The thought frustrated him, and with a sigh he sheathed his blade, moving his arm in a sweeping motion that cut the tree in half before turning to walk away. He wasn't going to think about this anymore. There was no logic in it... but what else could he do? His life had no purpose without Aizen-sama, or some strong power giving him commands.
The cut tree began to fall forward. he turned around an instant before it landed on him, removing his left arm from its pocket and thrusting his open hand into the center of the falling wood, watching it break into splinters around him.
"What meaning is there left... for one with no master to serve?"