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The Desert

Post by Sunbriel on Sun 28 Mar 2010, 01:54

Endless sands of Hueco Mundo.
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Re: The Desert

Post by CrackedPuppet on Thu 08 Apr 2010, 06:45

Ulquiorra looked around the empty white desert. It was cold and still, like their was no life. Though he didn't really care. Ulquiorra didn't care about many things, and this was one of them.

His feet sunk into the white sand as he moved. White hakama flowing around his feet, hitting his ankles softly. The fourth Espada stuck his hands in his pockets and closed his green eyes. He listened to the sounds his feet made when he walked and somehow he could hear wind, though he could not feel it.

His black and white lips parted slightly as he gave a small yawn. Opening his eyes, Ulquiorra glance at the night sky and stared. It might have always been night time outside of Las Noches, but that didn't make the crescent moon any less pretty.

Maybe that was odd, but like many other things, he didn't care.
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Re: The Desert

Post by Kitana_Matsuri on Fri 09 Apr 2010, 16:58

It didn't matter how many times he came here, knowing exactly how little he'd find. There was still a sense of bafflement every single time. The sands near Las Noches were literally deserted, not even stray hollow bothering to come around. They knew better though. If you wanted to escape, being as far from the fortress as possible was the way to go. Word of the impossible and so on spread like wild fire among the hollows evolved enough to speak. Even recently damned souls with shit for brains and zilch for power knew you could now escape as far as Soul Society if you wanted. Everything was just so messed up.

Not to mention what was really bothering him. Seeing the dead revive and reclaim their lives after thoroughly being extinguished was to say the least, shocking. Never had he thought it possible that the already dead could escape from Hell. He was vaguely wondering if slaughtered Shinigami of the past could come back. That left a gnawing feeling in his chest, the idea not pleasing him one bit.

Even so, it was actually odd to admit, because of course one would think he'd approve all this chaotic shit, but Grimmjow was comforted by the fact Menos stayed the same. They stuck to devouring one another in rare instances and did not partake in leaving their home in the barren forest. Every once in a while, a rouge Menos would escape. Their instincts weren't quite off, but he knew that a developing Menos should otherwise strive to become an Adjuchas. Instead it seemed that just about every hollow was ready to get as far away from Hueco Mundo as possible. Not that he particularly blamed them, but priorities and desire for strength was lacking heavily.

There was a whole lot that was just completely off since that final battle in Karakura. No doubt was it the damned Hogyoku's doing, clearly being more intricate than originally intended. Fucking Aizen... That bastard's loss even went so far as to disrupt the natural order of nature itself and not likely in intended ways. Go figure.

So here he was in the desert, considering how far he should go out and if slaughtering the useless was worth his time. It was a longer trip than he liked and half the pickings were pure shit. So aimlessly he trudged, sand billowing between his legs as he strode in an ominous wind that you could never feel.
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Re: The Desert

Post by CrackedPuppet on Sat 10 Apr 2010, 02:28

Ulquiorra finally had enough and sat down. His feet dug into the sand as he stared blankly. He didn't know what to do anymore. His usefulness had disappeared, gone like Aizen-sama. Ulquiorra wondered what was left for him.

The Cuatro Espada took his white hands out of his pockets and dug them into the sand as well. His hand clenched into a fist and he lifted it with the sand. Ulquiorra opened his pale hand and watched the sand fall.

Maybe this is what he was meant for. His sense of self was gone without anyone to serve. Everything was falling apart, the walkway between worlds, even Hueco Mundo seemed to lack what it had before.

Ulquiorra ran a hand through slightly long black hair. Then he touched his bone helmet, a fleeting touch at first. He trailed his fingers over the familiar grooves and up the slightly long horn.

The white espada could not deny that he was still there though. For all that he felt, every confusing emotion, he was still alive. If you could even call any espada that.

Suddenly his head snapped up, he knew that spiritual pressure. Green eyes turned to the side and he could see teal colored hair. It was Grimmjow, the person he hated. But Ulquiorra couldn't bring up any hate at that moment. He sighed softly and looked forward again.

Was it worth it?
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Re: The Desert

Post by Kitana_Matsuri on Wed 14 Apr 2010, 23:02

The more he walked over an expanse of crystalline sand, he found it ever apparent that he was not as alone as he thought. For the longest time he recalled that reiatsu being nothing more than a memory until the unthinkable happened. It still irked him, putting his instincts on eggshells when he damn well knew that certain people should be long dead and done with. Anger would also creep up on him, the knowledge of all that happened never failing to incense ever part of his nerves.

Ulquiorra Schiffer. A source of impossibilities, or so he recalled. While he'd barely been conscious, Grimmjow felt what happened when Ulquiorra released. And it wasn't just that, he felt it when the Cuatro released again. To say he was slightly humbled was all he'd ever admit to himself. A blinding rage took over after the fact, knowing that Kurosaki had yet again, accomplished the unthinkable. Ulquiorra had died and he'd gotten off with a slap to the wrist and not the death sentence that should have been dealt. That... hybrid child could murder Ulquiorra but muster enough high and mighty morals to literally preserve him? Not only that, he wasn't even left to die. Nnoitra just went for the easy pickings and a teenager saved his ass from impending doom in the form of a dual sided sickle.

Disgust welled up all too easily as he recalled that day, every bit of it aimed towards himself. He had to seek out power yet again. Grimmjow got too comfortable with his rank and that was the biggest fall of idiots he'd ever witnessed. There would be no more settling. He'd be damned if the process didn't kill him, yet it was irrelevant if it did. If he couldn't survive getting strong enough to take Ulquiorra and Kurosaki's life, he didn't deserve to be spared.

So with a bit of dread, he halted and turned. Cerulean eyes exhibited his fury like always, the blue depths settling on a smaller figure in the distance. While he didn't want to face Ulquiorra this second, the Sexta would be damned if he ever ran away.
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Re: The Desert

Post by CrackedPuppet on Sun 18 Apr 2010, 05:07

Ulquiorra let himself fall back. His small body laying on the sand, it shifting to outline his figure. He stared up getting lost in thought again, green eyes fogging over as he blurred his vision. His black hair made a sharp contrast against the sand as it fanned lightly around his head.

He knew he had died back then when he had fought with the...vizard Ichigo Kurosaki. He wondered at the same time why was he able to get back from hell. The walkways were torn but it still should not have been that easy to get away from the agonizing fire.

Ulquiorra turned onto his side. He clutched at the sand again, no expression on his pale face. He dug his hand into the sand once more, seeing no color difference between it. His bare hand blended into the soft sand.

Could he disappear into it?

No he couldn't, it was not possible. Though the impossible had been done before.

Ulquiorra grit his teeth and threw the sand from his hand. He sat up, the sand falling from his hair leaving it completely black again. He pulled his legs up and lay his arms on his knees, bending forward slightly. A look of slight anger on his face.

He was annoyed, angry, and curious at the same time. Annoyed at the fact that he was back only to find nothing right anymore. Angry at that Kurosaki for being able to kill him, even though he had killed the vizard first. Then last was curiosity...

Ulquiorra sighed, calming down as he though of what happened when he was dying.

He didn't know what a heart really was until then. He guessed if their was one good thing about when he died...It was the fact that in his hand, he held a heart. He wondered at the same time if he still held one.

Ulquiorra lifted his head and stared at his hand for a moment. Suddenly he felt eyes on him and he slowly looked to the side. Grimmjow was staring at him.

It was strange.

Ulquiorra did not do anything but stare right back. After all what was the reason to do anything anymore. He wondered if Grimmjow still hated him, on second thought he already knew that answer. Grimmjow would always hate him, even if Ulquiorra couldn't muster up the will to care.
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Re: The Desert

Post by Kitana_Matsuri on Wed 21 Apr 2010, 09:42

Even thought he couldn't distinctly make out every feature of the Cuatro, Grimmjow had that face imprinted in his memory against all odds. There was a lot he wanted to forget, yet he already knew that was impossible. Even when there was a distinct absence of Ulquiorra, that placid face would come to mind on a regular basis if only to remind him of the missing Espada. It was a different story when Ulquiorra came back. God knows he asked why it happened thousands of times and now shouldn't be any different. What key element did it take to come back from the depths of Hell? The power of regeneration? Grimmjow was well aware of many lost souls who had that ability and he certainly didn't see them walking around.

Cerulean eyes narrowed at that persistent question. It bugged him more often than not, turning into a thorn in his side. His curiosity was nothing short of great and his patience was less than endearing. So it would figure that even if he asked over and over, Ulquiorra would withhold the answer if only to scorn him. Likely to mock him if anything, knowing he had a short fuse.

Ever since his prey had been stolen, Grimmjow bore nothing but ill will towards the Cuatro. So many reasons to hate the bastard flooded forth with immense ease, never stopping to let him take a deeper look. Besides, he sure as shit knew he didn't want to. The hell could someone like Ulquiorra Schiffer offer other than few words and grandeur superiority? Nothing, that's what. Aside from labeling everyone 'Trash', he was pressed to believe nothing changed in the emerald eyed arrancar.

More over, he would not avoid that Espada as if he should cower before that freaks power. Grimmjow would give his life for his pride and that was solid proof he'd backed up time and time again. This confrontation wouldn't be any different.

Well aware that he was within the other's sights, Grimmjow pulsed his reiatsu into a powerful Sonido that jetted him across fleeting sands. Taking to breakneck speeds, he skidded before the alabaster Espada in a mere moment, grains of sand flourishing about in his abrupt stop. Taking note of the smaller form, he vaguely wondered why Aizen's number one boot licker was sitting down in crystalline granulates.

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Re: The Desert

Post by CrackedPuppet on Thu 22 Apr 2010, 01:26

Ulquiorra's expression did not change as Grimmjow stopped before him. His hair moved with the slight wind, black strands going into his face. He blinked, white eyelids slowly going over green eyes, then stared at the Sexta Espada.

He wondered for a moment, why the blue haired arrancar was there. Surely he would not talk to him if he hated him?

Ulquiorra shifted, placing his legs under him as to push himself up. Sand fell once again from his body as he stood. Though he had died and tasted defeat, Ulquiorra still held himself proudly. He looked up at Grimmjow, still having a blank expression.

To him Grimmjow had not changed at all. Still the same looks, the same cocky air about him. Though if he looked closer their would be a difference. An emotion or something...but who was Ulquiorra to say. He still did not know many emotions.

Ulquiorra placed his hands in his pockets. A slight comfort to him now, and said
"Is their something you want, Grimmjow?". Their was little emotion in his voice, if you wouldn't look it just sounded empty, like always. But if you listened closer, their was a hint of curiosity.
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Re: The Desert

Post by Kitana_Matsuri on Fri 07 May 2010, 01:16

Being the genius he is, it was apparent he hadn’t actually thought of anything to say on the way over. Instead he was directing a mildly displeased stare at the smaller Espada, his lip curling in the slightest.

“What, aint gonna call me ‘Trash’?” He sneered.

It was the most logical retort he could formulate on short notice. In reality, he wanted to endlessly badger the Cuatro about his time in hell or if there really was an existence after death itself. Being reduced to mere ash as a hollow was not something to seek. He wasn’t suicidal himself, just recklessly homicidal. They both amounted to the same thing in his case, being the form of destruction itself and all.

Yet if working under the tyrannical rule of a megalomaniac was any indication, they all rightfully had a death sentence. He just lucked out because of some pitiful brat that couldn’t finish the job. Regardless, he didn’t wish to burden himself any further with the impending thought that was Kurosaki Ichigo. Instead he was in front of Ulquiorra, the ever nihilistic force with some massive demonic bite when properly motivated.

Peering downward, he scrutinized the other male further, his curiosity niggling endlessly as it always did. Before he could hold in his blunt need to know, a question blurted itself out without prompting.

“Why did you come back?” He wanted to kick himself. It wasn’t the ‘Why’ he wanted to know so badly, but ‘How.’

Either way, he was stuck biting the inside of his cheek as curious cerulean orbs flitted over every feature upon Ulquiorra’s face.

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Re: The Desert

Post by CrackedPuppet on Wed 26 May 2010, 15:33

Ulquiorra continued to stare at the taller espada. His question however...he needed to think of a way to answer that. He could say something insulting that would fly past that blue haired head, as most of his insults did. Then again, he said the truth most of the time and decided to go with that.

"No, I'm not"

There, short, simple, and to the point. Ulquiorra turned his head slightly. Just gazing out at the sand. Ironic how the color white stood, not only for purity but for emptiness. For once, Ulquiorra would rather stare at color.

He turned his head back at Grimmjow and found himself being scrutinized. He tilted his head, just a fraction. The only sign of his still present curiosity.

"Why did you come back?"

Indeed, why did he come back. Really that was not a question he could answer. Instinct, want, will? He didn't know. If he had to guess he would say...

"I couldn't take being in hell. So I ran away."

It might sound weak, but only to those who have not been there. Then Ulquiorra focused onto Grimmjow. Curious at another thing. He wondered, why did the sixth espada care. Shouldn't Grimmjow still wish him gone? He wanted an answer so he asked

"Why do you care?"
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Re: The Desert

Post by Kitana_Matsuri on Tue 29 Jun 2010, 08:15

So hell was escapable now? For some odd reason, that seemed like something Aizen would cook up to save his own ass if things went sour. To weaken the barriers that held life and death in their separate dimensions… Yeah, that sounded right. A scowl pressed over his features. At the very least, he was grateful it wasn’t Aizen sitting here. He’d take Ulquiorra’s dull presence over that defected Shinigami any day. When given a particularly frustrating question in return for his own intrusive inquiries, Grimmjow snorted and turned his head away. As if uncaring, he lodged both hands within his pockets while giving a sidelong look.

“I don’t.” He did, but he didn’t.

The dynamics behind it were a mystery even to himself and there was no way he was about to divulge that much to the newly restored Cuatro. Rather, he decided that covering his own ass was more important. When in doubt, bullshit your way through.

“Gonna take up the reins all over again?” If it was one prospect of law being upheld, it was within the being before him.

Gin and Tousen seemed less inclined to hold meetings, or even keep a tight leash on the Espada that did remain. It was probably the only reason he stuck around. If Ulquiorra wanted to reign supreme and carry out the work of ‘Aizen-sama’, then Grimmjow knew for damn sure he’d leave. Like hell was he dealing with that shit. Especially when he had a good shot at kicking the hell out of the bastard who dared enforce that type of nonsense.

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Re: The Desert

Post by CrackedPuppet on Wed 30 Jun 2010, 05:08

Ulquiorra blinked, waiting for an answer to his own question.

"I don't"

With that he shrugged and looked away from the blue hair espada. It didn't matter anyway. He didn't even know why he asked. Maybe he had a emotional reason but he was never good with those. Then his eyebrows furrowed at hearing the next question.

“Gonna take up the reins all over again?”

He gave that minimal thought before he said

"No"

He didn't want to. He wasn't a leader, just a follower. He knew he couldn't lead the other espada in Aizen-sama's name. Plus who would listen to someone who had been beaten and killed? No one.

Ulquiorra looked at Grimmjow and thought for a moment. He knew what he was about to say would likely be shot down but hell had taught him something.

"Grimmjow...I don't want to fight with you anymore." he paused for a moment then added "Can we end our feud?"
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