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[notacontractor]

... What have you done, Espada Sexta? ... Yes. It really seems you have used a Caja Negación against me. How unfortunate.

[Pauses. He senses he's being listened to now, though he sees no one. His eyes are deadpan.]I have been here for only a few hours now, since leaving the cathedral I came into this world from. I have concluded there are too many

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[kyokushi_nanaya]

... Man, and just when I thought I'd seen the freakiest. Are you really alive?

[notacontractor]

Matters on what you mean by alive, trash. As an arrancar, I've been dead for a long time. But I still exist in Las Noches. As well as here, now that I am trapped.

[kyokushi_nanaya]

I see. Then you're an even bigger freak than The Dead. A lot tougher, though.

So, Muchacho Emo, you're in the same boat as we are? Though if you can see me, I guess that goes without saying. Welcome to this Template City, and try not to go out after dark. There's a pret-ty nasty curfew on right now, and if you break it, weird stuff happens to you. Like, you go blind, or can't sleep.

[notacontractor]

The Dead?

I am Ulquiorra. But, at least you can see who is more full of strength. Thanks for the details on the curfew. I will remember.