Apping to distantskies

[cuatra]

You will get no points for originality for this trite existence you have crafted for me. Even if it will quench my curiosity and questions regarding the heart.

It will take more than just a human body and a few years of living among the people of Karakura town to convince those from other worlds that I am no longer the monster I once was. Do not expect me to show tolerance due to their ignorance, it is a poor excuse made by those incapable of gathering evidence.

Just ensure that I have gathered some means of defending myself before you force me enter this new world.

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[fonicfraccion]

[...it's... Ulquiorra... and he's squishy. Luke can't help but stare in morbid fascination.]

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[GAH! He can't stand it! He reached out, giving him as gentle of a poke as he could manage.]

[cuatra]

[He might be human be he's hardly lost his reflexes, at least he's quick as far as human standards go. Long pale fingers, curl into place over the extended finger and wrap downward to take hold at the other's wrist before he can meet with flesh.]

What do you think you are doing, boy?

[fonicfraccion]

[Luke let out an alarmed noise; it didn't hurt, of course, but... well, it kind of caught him off guard. He stared at Ulquiorra, letting an awkward moment pass, before he answered.]

You're human.

[Redundant statement is redundant.]

[cuatra]

[His humanity was still marked by the same pale skin and the faintest tear stain looking scars that rode down his cheeks from his eyes. Still the rather obvious observation earns a narrowed gaze as he keeps his hold as firmly as possible on the boy's hand.]

I have been for some time.



(OOC: Oh god I should have asked how obvious is it that he's a Fraccion? I don't know what he looks like.)

[fonicfraccion]

[He doesn't try to fight against Ulquiorra's hold, taking the time to observe him. So fascinating to see this, an arrancar as powerful as Ulquiorra made human. The urge to toss him over his shoulder and hunt down a lab was strong, but he resisted. Human or not, Ulquiorra's stare was enough to make him double think that.]

How?



[[ooc; lmao! Luke's got a bone mask in the shape of a g-clef on the left side of his face, and he's dressed in the arrancar black and white. The coat is a mishmash of Szayel's and his canon coat, white hakama, ect.]]

[cuatra]

[The hollow's hand is released with a flick of his wrist as he turns slightly away as he slips both of his hands into the pockets of his slacks. His eyes linger in curiosity, though he hardly paid attention to the numeros this one he did not recall.

Who?, is more like it.]

That is none of your concern.

[fonicfraccion]

[Luke rubbed his wrist -- mostly out of habit -- before letting his arm drop. He didn't bother trying to touch him again, but he still couldn't help but be intrigued. Even as a human, he kept up his usual habits.]

Forgive me. I didn't think you would answer, but I had to ask.

[bindsthedead]

Karakura? My mundane seems eager for me to meet those from such a world... And to encounter the Dead she calls 'hollows'.

[cuatra]

It is a city in Japan, also know as District 3600 if you are acquainted with the Shinigami who patrol the city.

[He falls silent at the mention of hollows. Eyes narrowing in suspicion before they roll slightly in disapproval.]

Only fools would be so bold as to try and encounter a hollow so openly.

[bindsthedead]

Ah. I have not met any, although my mundane claims our duties are similar.

[Sabriel just stands there politely, sword and bells hidden under her cloak.]

Only fools and necromancers are eager to deal with any Dead.

[cuatra]

[Then if she isn't a fool than she must be the latter. His green eyes slowly pass over the shorter woman before he adds.]

The Shinigami do not approve of others encroaching upon their territory. However, I am hardly in a position to stop you if you desire to fight.

Do you truly believe you have the necessary talents to properly deal with these hollows?

[bindsthedead]

It seems more a matter of my mundane having me run into them. I wouldn't choose to fight enemies I don't fully understand.

[Sabriel would rather not, but she's the Abhorsen and she's not going to let Dead run around if they're going to hurt anyone. When she speaks, her tone is calm and measured. Also wow, this guy might be paler than her]

I may be only only eighteen, but I am the Abhorsen.

[cuatra]

[His interest grows the minute the unfamiliar word passes the woman's lips. Abhorsen. He repeats it quietly to himself, he will ask about it in time.]

Actions mean more than things like words or age.

[Ichigo after all had been younger when he invaded Hueco Mundo to retrieve his friend and defeated him.]

What have you been told then about these creatures and their origins?

[luppi]

Why am I not surprised that any version of you sounds boring as fuck?

[cuatra]

[It is the unmistakable and ever familiar placement of the pink diamond shaped marks that make identifying Luppi all too easy. Like him, he can tell this one is different.]

I see your choice of words remain as crude as ever.

[luppi]

Did you at least get your hands on those huge tits this time?

[cuatra]

What I get my hands on is hardly your concern.

[luppi]

No, then.

[cuatra]

[Actually...]

Unlike you, some of us do not have a need to boast about our conquests.

[rejecter]

...Maybe not going alone will help with the adjusting?

oh hi. :)

[cuatra]

...

[Silence. It is not something she should be a stranger to receiving from him. After all this time the subtle nuances of keeping up normal every day conversations still elude him.]

I am not a stranger to traveling to different words, Woman.

[The pause between his words is brief, his tone softer but still firm.]

Yet. I will not be alone. Crossing between worlds, will bring out my dæmon.

hey~ :3 sorry this is late, it went to my spam box. @_@

[rejecter]

( the softer tone brings out a small smile. )

Going just seems so lonely, but you're right. Your dæmon will be with you.

ack spam box bad. no worries about time between tags!

[cuatra]

I have been alone before.

[He admits flatly and without thinking. As he speaks it is her smile that his eyes focus on, but his gaze is no less intense. By now she knows of his past, the endless years he spent after he crawled out of that black pit and wandered the endless desert of Hueco Mundo.]

My writer is confident that you will approve of my dæmon's personality. She is...

[He pauses ... almost as if for once the word he wants to use is hard to put into words.]

foolish.

[A statement which surely could mean a number of things coming from Ulquiorra. However, the tiny creature would indeed be the epitome of foolishness compared to his normal calm and collected behavior. His dæmon will embody everything about himself that he repressed and lost years ago.]

[rejecter]

( loneliness is something that she knows about all too well and the thought of anything being lonely doesn't settle well with you. )

I know, and so have I, but that doesn't mean that either of us have to be alone anymore.

( the smile on her face only wides more as he talks. it would be a lie if she said she wasn't happy to see him. she laughs a little when he says that his dæmon is foolish. )

Can't wait to meet her. ( she is a part of you after all. )

[cuatra]

Even without me, you still have your friends.

[Even after all of this time the balance of trust is a delicate thing and he still felt undeserving of the attention she gave him. At the same time the more she gave, the more he wanted, but that was also something he could not quite admit either.]

He only says that because he thinks I talk too much.

[A soft ah leaves his lips, a blink, and his shoulders almost slump as he feels the prickles of tiny feet and claws at his backside. Orihime would catch site of large pointed ears first as the dæmon makes her way to his shoulder.]

I talk just enough, thank you very much. Especially, when you consider you hardly talk at all.