Who: Ulquiorra Cifer, OPEN
When: Saturday evening
Where: Around the southwestern part of Anatole.
Format: Starting prose, open to whichever preference~
What: A past not quite forgotten but long since recalled, revisited in form. Thar be Vasto Lordes present.
Warnings: Potential violence? We'll see how things go!
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And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me )
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She didn't see where the Vasto Lord perched as she walked down the road, rubbing her arms, her steps sluggish. All the same, she scanned her surroundings carefully, watching for a sign of whatever made that sense of pressure.
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And then very silently he let himself fall from the ledge, wings spreading to slow his descent. His landing- not several meters from Gwen- could be called graceful, touching the ground feet-first before settling in a crouch with a clawed hand to even out his balance. Then he arose like a white flame, a gangly humanoid form in monochrome with piercing eyes of green.
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There - the sense of something nearing, as Ulquiorra landed in front of her caused her to startle. "Whoah!" First thought: Alien? It wasn't attacking people like the beasts in the ruins did, though it was still early yet. And there was something ... about it.
"So you're what's causing it... who -- what are you?"
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Stranger still, the girl spoke to him. Wasn't she afraid? Or had living beings just become all that much bolder..?
It had been so long since he had last spoken to anyone, or anything. Days, weeks, months and years- they meant nothing in Hueco Mundo. Survival was measured by strength, and once you had managed to claw your way to the top of the food chain, there was nothing but a vast emptiness. Those that reached that plateau found those few that like them, had surpassed the need to struggle amidst the barbaric souls that continued to live under an "eat or be eaten" mentality. They had risen from monsters, but even so, they were still...
"...a Hollow ( ... )
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