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[oneeyedbeast]

[Sounds of gentle strumming on a shamisen]

So noisy today ...and such irritating music, but there's no song richer than the suffering which lies deep in a man's soul.

[A pause]And a belated congratulations to the new warden. You've officially earned the ire of every citizen, but mostly those who despise this rotten place. Perhaps a victory

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[oneeyedservant]

...Though, admittedly, this music is rather pleasant.

[oneeyedbeast]

I can't say I have a taste for foreign music. My right hand man played the best tune.

[oneeyedservant]

Right hand man.

[oneeyedbeast]

He understood the song that pours out of my heart and could recreate it with his sword.

[oneeyedservant]

Ah, I see. What an interesting form of combat.

[oneeyedbeast]

And yourself? Does your own sword find its life in combat or do you keep it dormant at your side?

[oneeyedservant]

My sword releases when there are battles to be fought, yes.

But, of course, I only fight when instructed by Nnoitra-sama.

[oneeyedbeast]

Nnoitra? Such loyalty is rare to find, but the man who inspires it is infinitely more intriguing. Where may I find him ?

[oneeyedservant]

How strange.

If you wish to meet him, I shall pass on the message.

[oneeyedbeast]

Please do. I can always use a few more hands to aid me in my ambition.

[oneeyedservant]

And what ambition would that be?

[oneeyedbeast]

Complete annihilation of those responsible for the decay in this world and my own.

[oneeyedservant]

...A noble ambition, I suppose.

Decay.

[oneeyedbeast]

There's very little worth saving. I'd rather ignite it and watch it turn to ash.

[oneeyedservant]

A rather passive method of achieving your goals.

[oneeyedbeast]

There are few men I'd draw my sword against, but I'd rather save my former comrades for myself.