► hollow hush of trees//how do you keep?
WHO: Riful rifulofthewestand UKELELE Ulquiorra pedraojo
WHAT: Riful asked to see a Hollow, so Ulquiorra is going to show her. :D
WHERE: Starting in the Market, then to...wherever a freaking Hollow is.
WHEN: After this post.
Riful hadn't been so excited in a very long time. An invasion, of all things. She'd spent so much time in the jungle, moving only to feed and re-train her abilities, that she rarely had the opportunity to go into the main city. To be greeted by a massacre was something of a treat.
A few of the beasts had attempted to attack her, but with her abilities returning, they were hardly any sort of challenge. At least, for now. Riful was not so foolish as to believe that her power, weak as she was now, would be able to handle any sort of threat she encountered. For the time being, she was using her arm to attack, the limb losing its human shape and falling into hundreds of ink-black, organic strips. The ribbons tore through the lingering monsters easily, and the girl carefully navigated around the corpses strewn about while she waited for Ulquiorra, her hand snapping back into a human arm with unnatural speed.
Really, she was taking something of a risk to be doing this. As much as she enjoyed Ulquoirra, trust wasn't exactly a luxury she could afford. But she had seen enough of him to realize that he would not deliberately kill her unless she gave him reason to, and that was well enough. Besides, she was curious about the Hollows, and Ulquiorra himself. The war with Isley was still at the forefront of her mind, and she wanted to acquire as much power as she could to assist in her efforts. She didn't care much about acquiring this pitiful little island as her territory, but she didn't want her fellow Abyssal One to have it either.
WHAT: Riful asked to see a Hollow, so Ulquiorra is going to show her. :D
WHERE: Starting in the Market, then to...wherever a freaking Hollow is.
WHEN: After this post.
Riful hadn't been so excited in a very long time. An invasion, of all things. She'd spent so much time in the jungle, moving only to feed and re-train her abilities, that she rarely had the opportunity to go into the main city. To be greeted by a massacre was something of a treat.
A few of the beasts had attempted to attack her, but with her abilities returning, they were hardly any sort of challenge. At least, for now. Riful was not so foolish as to believe that her power, weak as she was now, would be able to handle any sort of threat she encountered. For the time being, she was using her arm to attack, the limb losing its human shape and falling into hundreds of ink-black, organic strips. The ribbons tore through the lingering monsters easily, and the girl carefully navigated around the corpses strewn about while she waited for Ulquiorra, her hand snapping back into a human arm with unnatural speed.
Really, she was taking something of a risk to be doing this. As much as she enjoyed Ulquoirra, trust wasn't exactly a luxury she could afford. But she had seen enough of him to realize that he would not deliberately kill her unless she gave him reason to, and that was well enough. Besides, she was curious about the Hollows, and Ulquiorra himself. The war with Isley was still at the forefront of her mind, and she wanted to acquire as much power as she could to assist in her efforts. She didn't care much about acquiring this pitiful little island as her territory, but she didn't want her fellow Abyssal One to have it either.