[There's a scraping sound you hear first, like a stick being dragged back and forth against stone, and beneath that the very faint sounds of outside.]
[Luciela's voice, when she finally speaks, is somewhat less colorful than usual. Unless petulance is a color.]
I don't believe I've ever seen so many good samaritans crowded into the ruins at once like this before. Is it for a good cause, I wonder? Do any of you know? Or doesn't it matter? I know for a fact that there are those of you out there who would serve some faceless will without a second thought. Doesn't that become tiresome after a while?
[Scrrrrape, scrape. Back and forth. And then it stops.]
Well, there was one thing those papers were right about. This is all incredibly inconvenient.
I do hope the city is recovering after its little mess, though. Back home our rubble and statues stayed put, and didn't make annoyances of themselves.
[Crack - something snaps. The stick, perhaps, although it doesn't quite sound like wood if you stop to think about it.]
[Private to Aizen]
Aizen... darling. You wouldn't happen to have a bit of free time in the next few days, would you?
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