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Just Stuck Hollow and Alone

Jul 24, 2011 01:39

Who: Ulquiorra Cifer, OPEN
When: Saturday evening
Where: Around the southwestern part of Anatole.
Format: Starting prose, open to whichever preference~
What: A past not quite forgotten but long since recalled, revisited in form. Thar be Vasto Lordes present.
Warnings: Potential violence? We'll see how things go!

( And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me )

ulquiorra cifer, gwen tennyson

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nothing_bound July 27 2011, 00:48:39 UTC

So not only could this one still move in his presence, but she could see him as well! It was very strange, especially since it had been scores of years since he had ever set foot in the realm of the living. But perhaps it was something to do with this place as well. The girl herself had some sort of interesting feel to her, but he couldn't say what exactly.

Stranger still, the girl spoke to him. Wasn't she afraid? Or had living beings just become all that much bolder..?

It had been so long since he had last spoken to anyone, or anything. Days, weeks, months and years- they meant nothing in Hueco Mundo. Survival was measured by strength, and once you had managed to claw your way to the top of the food chain, there was nothing but a vast emptiness. Those that reached that plateau found those few that like them, had surpassed the need to struggle amidst the barbaric souls that continued to live under an "eat or be eaten" mentality. They had risen from monsters, but even so, they were still...

"...a Hollow..."

The response took effort, occupying the thin space between being directly spoken and simply being heard.

anodite_spark July 29 2011, 22:44:55 UTC

Some might be afraid, but Gwen's dealt with terrifying beasts and aliens for as long as she's been a kid, so the sight of Ulquirorra wasn't too terrifying. She still stood her ground, though it took effort - "A Hollow?"

She thought back, but the name didn't match any of the aliens she'd encountered. Maybe he was native to the place. "Were you brought in by the Door, or are you native to this place?" She asked warily.

nothing_bound July 30 2011, 07:43:05 UTC

He cocked his head, or perhaps it may have been a nod. With this movement, Gwen might just be able to realize then that there upon his chest in the space between collar bones and the top of his sternum was a gaping hole, and not just some fist-sized black spot.

"....I do not know this place." Nor did Ulquiorra know what the girl meant by this "Door." Surely he would have realized that he'd passed through some portal, and indeed with the differences between Hueco Mundo's atmosphere and this, he couldn't figure out how the transition had gone unnoticed by him.

anodite_spark July 30 2011, 13:26:33 UTC

She had actually thought it was a spot at the moment - but with the movement, she stifled a surprised gasp. How... where - "I guess that's why you're called a Hollow..."

"So you were probably brought here like everyone else." Maybe just recently - she thought she would have sensed that choking feeling from this one before. She shifted her weight, her legs feeling heavy. "When they're first brought here, it's not of their own choice. Do you ... have a name?"

nothing_bound July 31 2011, 05:52:58 UTC

As if just realizing the hole there, he lifted a hand, tracing its edge with a sharp finger at Gwen's quiet observation.

"Where is here? It is like the realm of the living... And yet...." It had been a long time, so he supposed he could possibly be mistaken. But his instincts were usually quite reliable. His eyes were searching, scanning the surroundings again before he brought his attention back towards the girl. Something...brought him here? Something powerful enough to reach between spiritual planes of existence?

His questions were momentarily dispersed by the question Gwen asked next. Such a simple question, and yet it brought with it a myriad of things- feelings, perhaps, memories, maybe.

A name. Had it ever been asked of him? Had any of the others cared? Years could pass and he would never forget their cold, toothy grins and even colder eyes as they sent him away. A flicker of that hurt manifested in his own eyes but for a brief moment.

His name. It didn't really matter, did it? Names faded, just like everything else. Names meant nothing, words meant nothing, company and lonesomeness all dwindled to the same.

But still... He found his name, buried in the sifting memories of decades, perhaps even centuries that all blurred into one mass. He brought it up, held it close. A name. Even objects had names.

"....Ulquiorra..."

It sounded both foreign and familiar to him, to say it.

"...it's Ulquiorra."

anodite_spark August 1 2011, 00:54:27 UTC

She winced slightly when Ulquiorra touched the hole, as if she expected there to be pain. After all, most people would be ...well... dead with a hole in their chest. Except maybe Swampfire or even Goop, but they tended to heal from something like that.

"This place is called Anatole. It's ... sort of another dimension from your original world." She folded her arms thoughtfully, watching the Hollow as he worked his way to remembering his name. "Ulquiorra. Okay then - my name is Gwen. Gwen Tennyson. Do you remember how long you've been here, Ulquiorra?"

nothing_bound August 2 2011, 04:54:09 UTC

Being that he was of the spiritual sort, that thought wouldn't be far off. Hollows were the result of vengeful souls of the departed, but it was probably most fortunate that this particular one had long evolved from one with the mindless need to feed upon souls.

"Anatole." Not a familiar name, that much he knew. The girl- Gwen? He tilted his head at that. She'd given both names without hesitation. Ah yes. Protocol for mortals. A right earned by Hollows, the stronger ones at least. If you were weak, you vanished without anyone knowing your name.

Ulquiorra shook his head. "Not long..." He thought. Nights were all that existed in Hueco Mundo. He recalled seeing the light of the day here, before it had sunk into the more familiar darkness.

anodite_spark August 4 2011, 11:18:55 UTC

Mortal was a bit debatable, truthfully. But Gwen didn't concern herself with that sort of trifle. Charmcaster would have mocked her - names had power, after all.

"Where are you from?" Curious little thing isn't she?

nothing_bound August 4 2011, 18:46:00 UTC

Very curious. But Ulquiorra couldn't help but be somewhat curious as well. This had been the first conversation he'd had in ages.

"...it's called Hueco Mundo. It is not a place known among the living," he added after some consideration.

anodite_spark August 5 2011, 01:42:42 UTC

Gwen furrowed her brow. "Hueco Mundo... it sounds hispanic in origin." And wasn't there a "Day of the Dead" holiday in Spain? Not that it was related she was sure.

"Wait, what do you mean, 'Not known among the living'."

nothing_bound August 5 2011, 03:27:30 UTC

"Souls..."

The unblinking green eyes stared at her as though they could see straight through to her own soul. "It is a place where souls dwell... The bitter.... The hateful.... The restless..."

The bad ones. Hollows. Those that had become monsters because they could not leave the world in peace.

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