[Log] 19 - Pardon For Purpose
Date:09-13-08
Characters: Alyon, Ulquiorra
Summary: Her last meeting with Aizen has left Alyon frustrated enough to take her leave.
The graceful steps of the Arrancar are not hindered by the fact that Aizen declared her useless to Las Noches. Her head not bowed, for once, as she walks and her geta sandals moving along the white sands as easily as if she were walking on tiles. A sweep of her hands brings her sleeves up and she reaches back to the mass of her hair and spins it before bringing it up atop her head in a display that would and does impress most. Pinning it in place with the jade flower with the small chimes dangling from it. Those pale eyes staring ahead of her.
"Are you leaving us?" It is a question not asked out of concern and only with a hint of curiosity, for such is a vital part of a question. The half-helmeted Espada is seen coming towards her, perhaps just arrived from another miscellaneous task. As always, there is no change to his stance, and his piercing gaze is hard not to catch, especially when it stares straight at her.
Ulquiorra comes to a pause several yards from her, still his voice carries, just as his presence. He observes her silently, his head tilting up slightly. "...you are troubled." There seems something different in her presence, so slight that it is easy to miss should one not know what they would be looking for.
Alyon pauses at the question asked and looks towards Ulquiorra. She'd not sensed him coming, she was distracted. Surprise breaking the usually calm featured face before she nods, "Yes, Ulquiorra-sama. Aizen-sama has deemed me of no use to him, so I go to make my use proven." She pauses as he notes her being troubled and she looks away. "Yes...perhaps I am, so much so that I did not feel your approach. I should not let my guard down so in the White Desert. Even we have threats we must respect in this place." All too quickly that mask of composure is pulled together before she looks back to him.
It wasn't easy being told you were useless. Nor was it in her nature to prove her use to anyone. It stings what pride she has harshly, so much so that she is compelled to prove to this Shinigami man that even as she is she can be of use. The serene mask breaks again as she scowls at the thought. "I've half a mind to keep from Las Noches. So much has changed and there's been a sense of pride lost to it's halls."
Amusement dances in his eyes, a brief flicker with nothing to prove it as the light is lacking out on the sands. "Oh? An unexpected shift of opinions from one who has seemed so accepting and ready to embrace all that was laid before her." He steps forward again, bridging the distance until he comes up beside her, and though he does not turn his head to look at her, he casts his attention and his eyes in her direction.
"I am accepting, but being told so blatantly that I am useless does not bode well with me, Ulquiorra-sama. There are more polite ways to remind a person that they're abilities are limited. So...I shall show Aizen-sama that power comes in numerous forms. One of which is likely the reason he sent you to observe me." She watches him, his gaze, she could take. Aizen's heavy eyes seemed to have pressed down upon her like weights. "Is the true nature of a geisha. To be what you wish them to be. Not what they truly are."
She's riled, yes...because Aizen had dishonored her carefully crafted gift with his words of her being useless. Though he had accepted them. "I will go to Rukongai." She shrugs those slender shoulders. "I will see if I've grown so lax over the years that I cannot fool others as I did in life...and do today." Smiling to Ulquiorra.
Silence meets her proposal, his eyes betraying nothing of his thoughts. Alyon may have mastered deceiving others as a geisha, but Ulquiorra has mastered maintaining a mask of indifference. Not a blink, not a twitch, and there is not even a breeze to stir the sands at their feet. After what seems like an eternity, the Cuarta Espada looks frontwards and starts to walk off, his coattails swaying lazily after him.
"...if that is your decision, then I have no reason to stop you." Perhaps she will succeed, perhaps she will fail. If the former, then Aizen may welcome her back into the fold. If the latter, then they have never had anything to be concerned for.
She watches him as he walks off and looks back after him for a moment. Thoughts remain silent in her mind before she turns and moves away from Las Noches. Her footfalls leaving no prints in the sand as she does. Before her form simply disappears as she uses Sonido to enhance her travel in the confusing sands. Sands that she knows all too well.
Characters: Alyon, Ulquiorra
Summary: Her last meeting with Aizen has left Alyon frustrated enough to take her leave.
The graceful steps of the Arrancar are not hindered by the fact that Aizen declared her useless to Las Noches. Her head not bowed, for once, as she walks and her geta sandals moving along the white sands as easily as if she were walking on tiles. A sweep of her hands brings her sleeves up and she reaches back to the mass of her hair and spins it before bringing it up atop her head in a display that would and does impress most. Pinning it in place with the jade flower with the small chimes dangling from it. Those pale eyes staring ahead of her.
"Are you leaving us?" It is a question not asked out of concern and only with a hint of curiosity, for such is a vital part of a question. The half-helmeted Espada is seen coming towards her, perhaps just arrived from another miscellaneous task. As always, there is no change to his stance, and his piercing gaze is hard not to catch, especially when it stares straight at her.
Ulquiorra comes to a pause several yards from her, still his voice carries, just as his presence. He observes her silently, his head tilting up slightly. "...you are troubled." There seems something different in her presence, so slight that it is easy to miss should one not know what they would be looking for.
Alyon pauses at the question asked and looks towards Ulquiorra. She'd not sensed him coming, she was distracted. Surprise breaking the usually calm featured face before she nods, "Yes, Ulquiorra-sama. Aizen-sama has deemed me of no use to him, so I go to make my use proven." She pauses as he notes her being troubled and she looks away. "Yes...perhaps I am, so much so that I did not feel your approach. I should not let my guard down so in the White Desert. Even we have threats we must respect in this place." All too quickly that mask of composure is pulled together before she looks back to him.
It wasn't easy being told you were useless. Nor was it in her nature to prove her use to anyone. It stings what pride she has harshly, so much so that she is compelled to prove to this Shinigami man that even as she is she can be of use. The serene mask breaks again as she scowls at the thought. "I've half a mind to keep from Las Noches. So much has changed and there's been a sense of pride lost to it's halls."
Amusement dances in his eyes, a brief flicker with nothing to prove it as the light is lacking out on the sands. "Oh? An unexpected shift of opinions from one who has seemed so accepting and ready to embrace all that was laid before her." He steps forward again, bridging the distance until he comes up beside her, and though he does not turn his head to look at her, he casts his attention and his eyes in her direction.
"I am accepting, but being told so blatantly that I am useless does not bode well with me, Ulquiorra-sama. There are more polite ways to remind a person that they're abilities are limited. So...I shall show Aizen-sama that power comes in numerous forms. One of which is likely the reason he sent you to observe me." She watches him, his gaze, she could take. Aizen's heavy eyes seemed to have pressed down upon her like weights. "Is the true nature of a geisha. To be what you wish them to be. Not what they truly are."
She's riled, yes...because Aizen had dishonored her carefully crafted gift with his words of her being useless. Though he had accepted them. "I will go to Rukongai." She shrugs those slender shoulders. "I will see if I've grown so lax over the years that I cannot fool others as I did in life...and do today." Smiling to Ulquiorra.
Silence meets her proposal, his eyes betraying nothing of his thoughts. Alyon may have mastered deceiving others as a geisha, but Ulquiorra has mastered maintaining a mask of indifference. Not a blink, not a twitch, and there is not even a breeze to stir the sands at their feet. After what seems like an eternity, the Cuarta Espada looks frontwards and starts to walk off, his coattails swaying lazily after him.
"...if that is your decision, then I have no reason to stop you." Perhaps she will succeed, perhaps she will fail. If the former, then Aizen may welcome her back into the fold. If the latter, then they have never had anything to be concerned for.
She watches him as he walks off and looks back after him for a moment. Thoughts remain silent in her mind before she turns and moves away from Las Noches. Her footfalls leaving no prints in the sand as she does. Before her form simply disappears as she uses Sonido to enhance her travel in the confusing sands. Sands that she knows all too well.