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[notacontractor]

[Ulquiorra is sitting on the stage of his abandoned opera house, looking decked out enough to put on an actual opera if he was that bored. He's dressed as the Phantom of the Opera's Masque of the Red Death and he pulls it off quite nicely. The mask itself is simply his usual broken hollow mask, only now it covers his entire face instead of just

Comments

[proteanism]

The Red Death?

That doesn't sound good at all.

[notacontractor]

Of course it doesn't sound good at all to you trash. It will be your death if you so follow your fate.

[proteanism]

That's sorta interesting, but I don't think it's my fate to die of sickness.

[notacontractor]

Is that so?

[proteanism]

It is, yes, Mr. Red Death.

[notacontractor]

You're only lying to yourself. [Lifts his arm and casually reaches toward.]

[proteanism]

[moves backwards quickly- it's not that easy to touch a Chronos Number; sorry Mr. Red Death D:]

I make it a habit to be straightforward, and honest, Mr. Red Death. It makes things less complicated, you know?

[notacontractor]

That is unfortunate. Though, I am honest as well. [Lets his arm drop back into his pocket.]

I am Ulquiorra Schiffer.

[proteanism]

Nice to meet you, Mr. Schiffer.

My name is Lin Shaolee.

[notacontractor]

All right then, Shaolee-san. [Gazes at.]