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[infidus]

Who: Aizen, Gin and Ulquiorra
When: Shortly after this thread
Where: Aizen's mansion in the upper class district.
Format: Staring with paragraph, but answer with whatever!
What: Ulquiorra is here, it's a party. ...no, there's not actually a party.
Warnings: None that I know of.

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[godslaying]

He'd been wondering when the Espada would start showing up. Well, wondering might be a strong word. Gin mostly just watches. But considering some of the familiar faces among the newly arrived lately, he wasn't surprised that an old comrade finally graced the Door.

Even if he had been, how could you tell?

"It'd be my pleasure." A little nod of his head before he glided from the room to meet Ulquiorra at the door. A skeletal hand appeared from his sleeve to turn the knob, the other arm bracing above the door frame.

"Ain't you a sight for sore eyes." Even if Gin's are closed. Side by side, they kind of resemble a pair of comedy and tragedy masks. He pulls back, allowing the door to swing open wider.

"Guess we can skip the pleasantries. Don't wanna keep Aizen waitin'."

[sombras_blancas]

     It had not been a difficult task at all. There was absolutely no way he could miss such a familiar spiritual presence, and once he had gotten a bead on the location of his direction of interest, the Cuarta Espada made short work of the distance that lay between him and his lord

[infidus]

It wasn't difficult to imagine Ulquiorra's inevitable reaction to his residence in Anatole. Anyone familiar with Las Noches would have been thrown... as would anyone who had known him from his days in Soul Society. Then, he had provided himself only with the most modest living arrangements - a simple place full of books dim lights, filled with the scent of green tea light incense: the light scent of jasmine, or sandalwood and clove. That place had been small and neat, yet cluttered, and cozy - well-suited the man who lived there - the soft-spoken, humble captain of Division 5

[godslaying]

Whatever his true feelings about tea, Gin inches his smile up just a bit at Aizen's invitation. And though he'd much rather remain standing, perpetually at Aizen's back, he must take a seat this time. He passes by Tousen's chair - ah, those were the days. So many blind jokes, so little time.

Gin sits, picks the kettle up by the handle between two fingers. "Wonder who was winning." Halfway through the game. Checkmate is still some time away. He pours himself a little of the tea and places the kettle back down, leaving plenty for Ulquiorra.

"Did ya run into any of our little shinigami friends?"

[sombras_blancas]

     It was a habit long developed, and easily picked up even though they were displaced worlds over. The small Espada paused after setting foot within the room, sliding his hand from his pocket to bring a fist to his chest as he bowed

[infidus]

Aizen took a long sip of his tea, watching them, listening. And when Gin asked who had been winning, he chuckled... on the inside, though his facial expression did not change in the slightest. In the end, there was only one suitable answer to that question: the same answer he always had, in any conflict: he had been winning

[godslaying]

"Give it time. I'm sure ya will." How does Gin's face not split from that grin?

Ah, and then Aizen is off and running. It's nothing Gin hasn't heard before. Or at the very least, nothing he didn't suspect anyway. Aizen could never be accused of being predictable, but for as long as there were stars above his head, he could be expected to reach for them, want to control them.

"Wouldn't want the place gettin' dull on us." A hint of teeth at his little play on words. "We have to see to it that Aizen's will is done. Why else would we be lucky enough to be here at his side."

Gin sips at his tea. It's kind of bitter.

[sombras_blancas]

     It was a subtle shift in expression, and one that did not go unnoticed by those green eyes that never seemed to blink. Ulquiorra remained silent as Aizen spoke, giving his full attention as he lowered the cup of tea after a sip. He had no opinions towards the beverage, and it wasn't as though Hollows or even Arrancar indulged in such things by their own whims. This had become simple protocol, although even of the Espada, only very few had the patience to take any more than the initial sip

[infidus]

Ambition, as it happens, is available in unlimited quantities... at least for Aizen. And foolishness is not a word he would willingly apply to himself - though he is not always so generous with those who follow him. It was, of course, his eternal nature to reach beyond his own limits - to achieve the unachievable

[godslaying]

"Anything in particular you'd like to peek into, Ulquiorra?" Gin rests his sharp chin against his fist, somehow 'watching' the Espada across the table. "Don't be shy now. Tell us what you think about this little opportunity." Of all of them, this was the one hardest to read. And that made him slightly a challenge, even to Gin.

"There's that tribe of women. They're pretty interestin'" Gin chuckles softly. "And you've got experience in that sort of thing. Handled Orihime right nicely. Have to admit, I've been keepin' tabs on one or two of them myself. But I'm always up for reassignment."

He's been doing a lot of trolling at the marketplace lately. Sure, it wouldn't help much with Aizen's plan, but it was good fun.

[sombras_blancas]

     Time. Time was nothing in the face of those that had seen it pass by as they had. Days and months were gone with a sigh, years lasting but an eye blink

[infidus]

Aizen listened silently to Gin and Ulquiorra's short exchange, his lips pressed together just slightly. In truth, that group of women were fairly interesting - for their sheer number if nothing else and, beyond that, for their nature. Even now, he can't quite help but consider them as coccoon forms for far more interesting beings... like that bundle of fleshy strips called Riful, or the woman who had shared his time until her recent... transformation, Luciela

ugh, i'm so sorry for holding you guys up. x.x;

[godslaying]

Gin's grin stretched a little more. He should've known not to expect too much out of Ulquiorra. Maybe a little disappointed...but not surprised. And tomorrow was a new day.

"Shall I make a room ready?" Might as well make himself useful, since Aizen gives the orders. He'll even try to find him one that had never been stained in blood. It's not much, but more of an effort than he would've made for some of the Espada.

*Patpats*

[sombras_blancas]

     The tea had long remained untouched, as though the most important gestures had been covered with its serving and the first sip. Likely it had cooled considerably by now that even if he had thought to take another drink, it wouldn't have been as enjoyable. If tea were even an enjoyable thing for him.

Ulquiorra had returned his gaze towards Aizen, remaining respectfully silent as a brief outline was given of what duties he would be carrying out in the near future. He inclined his head, if slightly, at the invitation to stay in the mansion. It would undoubtedly be more convenient.