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[notacontractor]

[Ulquiorra is sitting on the stage of his abandoned opera house, looking decked out enough to put on an actual opera if he was that bored. He's dressed as the Phantom of the Opera's Masque of the Red Death and he pulls it off quite nicely. The mask itself is simply his usual broken hollow mask, only now it covers his entire face instead of just

Comments

[proteanism]

The Red Death?

That doesn't sound good at all.

[notacontractor]

Of course it doesn't sound good at all to you trash. It will be your death if you so follow your fate.

[proteanism]

That's sorta interesting, but I don't think it's my fate to die of sickness.

[notacontractor]

Is that so?

[dritte_tochter]

[keeps her distance from the unnatural thing, but glares] I am not trash, desu. You look ridiculous in that, though~

[notacontractor]

As I see it, you are the most excellent of trash. I know where trash like you belong, being victim to your own death.

[dritte_tochter]

Death...? What are you talking about, desu? I'm perfectly fine! And I'm definitely not trash, desu!

[notacontractor]

I've never seen so much trash before. I'm shocked you're still even existing.

[rasenjou]

[Naruto: not exactly the most cognizant of danger sometimes]

You have a thing on your face.

[notacontractor]

[Totally being sarcastic here.] Your intellect is outstanding, trash.

[rasenjou]

Of course it is!

...Oi! At least I don't have a plate on my face!

[notacontractor]

It's a mask. It's like a hollow mask, only I am not a hollow. I'm still an Espada. Strange.