You only see what your eyes want to see. [Open]
Characters: Ulquiorra and absolutely anybody in the area from any ship who might get a kick out of bothering this asocial little git?
Content: Ulquiorra, after getting confirmed as a new crew member of the Fiertia, gets his bearings of the makeshift Market town that has built up around the races.
Setting: Anywhere in the market town; he'll be on ( Read more... )
Content: Ulquiorra, after getting confirmed as a new crew member of the Fiertia, gets his bearings of the makeshift Market town that has built up around the races.
Setting: Anywhere in the market town; he'll be on ( Read more... )
She was in the marketplace when she saw him, walking every bit as aloof and elegant as he used to. Those bright eyes of his (such a standout compared to the rest of his dull appearance) had retained their usual apathy, shifting from scene to scene almost in distaste. She frowned. No, she had never liked Schiffer, never cared for the obedient type. Always a tightass, he was, droning on about Aizen-sama. Cirucci had her own debt to Aizen, her own sense of duty, however twisted it was, yet Ulquiorra's dedication was like an exaltation minus the expected fervor.
Simply put, Ulquiorra was boring. Hearing his voice over the network had sent immediate shivers of--not dread, just...annoyance that left her skin crawling. Ulquiorra was just inherently insulting. Oh, Luppi could be a brat, was in every sense of the word, but at least he was entertaining. For someone so subservient, Ulquiorra was a condescending bastard, but it wasn't charming in the slightest ( ... )
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He was not impressed. Really, would these dismal faces from the past never cease to pounce upon him? First Gin, then this Privaron... what was her name? Well, no matter. As far as Ulquiorra was concerned, she was almost a complete nonentity; somebody remembered only in the back of his mind as a mid-ground failure with poofy dresses and a snake's sharp tongue.
"Not long enough." He said in return, his tone low and level.
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Oh, did she mean 'siblings' ironically. The arrancar had the most unsettling kind of camaraderie that she had ever known. Work together for the same goal? One could suppose they did that. But if her and Luppi's scuffles showed anything, competition--and the resulting condescension--ran rampant.
Besides, she could never speak of family in a way that wasn't ironic. People placed such emphasis on such flimsy things ( ... )
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"None of my concern?" She snorted, shaking her head. "That dense, are you? After all..." Cirucci spoke her next words very slowly, as if explaining the situation to a child, accompanied with an impatient tap of her foot. "If we're here for the same reason--and I regret this as much as you do, you realize--that means that your business? Is also mine, Schiffer."
She smirked, finally, tilting her head in an almost triumphant kind of coyness. "I don't expect you to divulge everything dear Aizen darling demands of you; that was wishful thinking. But don't be so eager," she continued, almost as if she were scolding him, "to ignore me completely when we're wearing the same chain." She fixed him with a hard stare, eyebrows knit together as she continued to scoff at the other arrancar ( ... )
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Hmph. She would be getting nothing from him.
"Don't make me repeat myself, Privaron." Was the sharp reply. "My orders are none of your concern ( ... )
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Her posture, already on the defensive, shifted as she popped a hip out, one hand falling to rest on it. "I already said I don't expect you to spill whatever orders he gave you, Schiffer. But they have everything to do with me."
The fact is, she wouldn't want to admit just how his presence shifted the already unequal plane of competition between the arrancar. Luppi waving his privileged position in her face was a minor offense compared to the lapdog Ulquiorra was. She could take pleasure in the fact that Luppi, no doubt, would bitch endlessly about this; Ulquiorra's arrival would knock him off his pedestal all too quickly. But any comfort that could be taken from the situation was scarce ( ... )
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Hmph.
He looked around at the fair when she indicated the stalls, his bored countenance remaining the same. Not even a twitch of an eyebrow or a quirk of the lips altered his expression and to say that he was completely disinterested and utterly unimpressed was something of a grave understatement.
"It's all trash," he said bluntly, training his cat-like pupils back on her. "Though, I suppose this sort of place appeals to a certain type of person."
A direct insult.
Cirucci liked it? Well, he did not. Ivonian born and used to the high-life due to his rather well-off parents, a shanty town of stalls didn't appeal to him at all. He might have got the short end of ( ... )
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She wasn't sure where Ulquiorra was born, raised, if his snobbery was pure Ivonian condescension or bred into him by being teacher's pet. Either way, his disapproving stare was one Cirucci wanted to raise her hand to; if not to slap right off, then to smudge his precious unmarred face with her dirty Privaron hand. Wouldn't he take well to that. He'd probably scrub his cheek for days, Cirucci thought wryly to herself.
"Oh? I have such low tolerance for such dreary things, you know, but at least the town is trying. Better than what I could say for you." She gestured from his feet to his head. "Really, Ulquiorra, for someone who dresses so dull you're ever an eyesore."
( ... )
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He was, essentially, the teacher's pet.
Fast, efficient, well trained and true to his master, he managed to irritate his contemporaries and those he didn't consider useful to Aizen any longer, simply by being there. He didn't care, though. The other Arrancar's opinions of him didn't do anything to move him and managed not to get beneath his thick skin. Their dislike for him didn't bother him; he was above it. If they hated him because he was better than him it was their problem and not his ( ... )
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Of course, she knew why he looked down on her (her kind) in particular. They all had, all did, the batches that arrived at the lab after hers had (it was all damn luck, fucking luck, the cocky bastards). She had thrown the lines out just as a way to annoy him, but a surge of amusement flooded her at the realization that she had a point. No; she had always known it. She wasn't dumb enough to deny she was a tool, just aware to know they all were, Ulquiorra included ( ... )
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