it's not a bandwagon, it's more of a Porsche.

[segundaetapa]

[ Ash filters down from the sky, scattering in a summery breeze where the sun - the real thing or as close to in the nexus - beats down on a section of grassland surrounded by tall soft tussocks that bend and billow, a riot of wild-flowers and weeping willows. The fragments converge like a miniature tornado, whisking frantically as a figure begins

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ffff ICHIGO WHY YOU DO DIS

[suppressthedark]

[..Oh. Hey, Ulquiorra.

Ichigo's already tense, seeing him like that and remembering what had happened the last time they fought...

Still, he's not going to attack right away, but he is going to watch very warily.]

ully says go away, he's putting his bits back together. T^T

[segundaetapa]

[ He'd recognise that reiatsu anywhere, forcing himself to his feet - and crumpling back down, organs still forming through the courtesy of the nexus. It's difficult to stand when your spine is getting re-knitted.

Hating his predicament, he watches Ichigo just shy of a glare, en garde. ]

This is not the dome above Las Noches.

[ ... to say the least. Start talking, berryhead. ]

ichigo doesn't give a crap, apparently.

[suppressthedark]

This is the nexus.

[And that will have to do for now, as he continues to watch.]

RUDE.

[segundaetapa]

[ Infuriatingly evasive, Ichigo does nothing to expand Ulquiorra's patience. Right to the end, you continue to irritate me.

A world between worlds? Something along those lines. His attention is closely fixated on the very humanoid looking thing in front of him, because Ichigo is most certainly not your regular run-of-the-mill shinigami, of that Ulquiorra is 100% certain. ]

Where is the woman?

[verde_nihilista]

Why do you state that woman's name?

[She is staring right at him, dully.]

[segundaetapa]

[ ... Wat. Seeing himself with breasts is a little mind-boggling, pardon his staring. ]

[verde_nihilista]

[Too used to it by now...Though should he really be thinking about why he seeing himself with breasts, mmm?]

Will you answer my question, counterpart?

[segundaetapa]

Yes.

[ Goodness gracious, that's - that's very disorientating, giving yourself the once-over and approving. ]

She is my last memory.

[k0koro_kara]

[Excuse her while she mistakes him for her Ulquiorra.]

Ulquiorra!

...Why are you in that form again?

[segundaetapa]

Again?

[ She - her reiatsu - is different. ]

I have not yet dispelled it.

[k0koro_kara]

Did you get in another fight with the worms?

[And then she stops herself- nope, not the city anymore.]

Zaraki-san?

[segundaetapa]

You are talking nonsense.

[ Which doesn't help him sort out his recently re-created head, nope. Ouch, migraine. ]

[karakurabat]

...This is some sort of joke.

[Is rather intimidated by the look but as he's Ichigo role reversal, like hell that'd stop him from doing anything stupid.]

[segundaetapa]

I can only hope so.

[karakurabat]

Joke or not...I cannot let you near Inoue-san.

[hand goes to his zanpakutoh]

[segundaetapa]

You're not making any sense.

[draconicfury]

[Barely stands against this thing, trying to keep from fleeing from sheer intimidation...hearing Orihime's name though irons her will]

You. You're one of those guys from before.

[segundaetapa]

Trash.

[draconicfury]

YOU'RE THE TRASH!

[Flaming reiatsu already building in a rage. Knows it doesn't amount to anything but fuck you've pissed her off]

You stupid hollow freak! You have no right to call 'Hime's name!

[segundaetapa]

[ Unable to stand as his organs reform within his guts and chest, Ulquiorra nevertheless slams his reiatsu down on top of the mouthy little human with only a meagre attempt at keeping her alive throughout. ]

Silence. Know your place.