❝ empty of all.

There is no meaning in our world, neither is there any meaning in us, the ones who live in it. Indie Ulquiorra Cifer RP Blog Tracking: corazoncerrado

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     “Do you have something to say or are you just going to waste my time and make that face at me until you’re satisfied?”

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     starter call...?

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IS IT WATER ON THE KNEE??? OPERATION

     Aizen-sama save him.

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               THE SECOND IN COMMAND had a smile that mimicked the ridiculous length of his blade once extended, STRETCHING across his face with rather troublesome intentions as he motioned to unveil the contents of the box. The top was carefully LIFTED from the smooth cardboard structure, trapped air humming against the outer walls in the process of it’s big reveal. 

                   ❝ ––––Y’know, Ulquiorra-san~, ❞ Gin began to chastise the other through a sly tone of voice, the edges of his words laced with TRICKERY. As he spoke, he cast the lid of the box onto the floor, proceeding to lift the weird plastic table out of the structure and onto the span of table between them. ❝ …Ya reeally should try to live a little, ne? Have some fun every now an’ then… Everything here’s so dull––– it’s sad, really. ❞

                  Gin passed the Espada a knowing look––– eyes CRINKLING at the corners with a pitiful state of amusement, playing off of the other’s emptiness. He knew his words were of NO USE to someone like Ulquiorra, and yet there was some entertainment to be gained, just by putting the other in such an unusual setting. He really needed to TOY AROUND with Ulquiorra more… he had forgotten just how much fun it was, to study his reactions ( or lack thereof ) as the fallen Shinigami proceeded to put him in the most comprising of situations.

                  ❝ Aaah, here––– how ‘bout ya read me the directions? ❞ Gin passed the folded up piece of paper across the table, a grin permanently affixed to his face. ❝ I’ll git th’ board set up and then we’ll play. ❞

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     There could be so many other things -- other, more productive things -- that he could be doing with his time, but unfortunate circumstances and a sadistic superior had made that a non existent reality. Ulquiorra watched, empty, as the lid of the container was removed and tossed to the side like a piece of worthless cardboard (which, frankly, it was), listening all the while. The plastic contraption contained inside was just as bright and obnoxious as the packaging, with the old man printed on the box slapped onto the game itself.

     “...” Ulquiorra said nothing about the status of Hueco Mundo. The desert was exactly as the snake had explained. Dull. Lifeless. He supposed it could be considered boring, but above all it was empty. Instead, eyes fell onto the parchment that had been tossed his way.

     Slowly, pale hands reached over to grasp it, and pull the folded paper out to lay flat in front of him. Pathetic. Reduced to reading the rules of a human child’s game instead of following the orders of Aizen. Nevertheless, gaze flit quickly over the small lettering to read.

     “... There is a... ‘banker’ player. who keeps track of the payment for a successful operation. The Doctor cards and the Specialist cards are separated and shuffled, with the Specialist cards dealt between the players.” Ulquiorra’s voice was just as dull as Ichimaru Gin had described the desert, without a rise or fall in his tone. “... The youngest player begins and pulls a card from the Doctor pile and attempts to remove the piece from the game board. If successful they are paid, if they are unsuccessful the player with the corresponding Specialist card makes an attempt.”

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               THE SECOND IN COMMAND LACED HIS FINGERS TOGETHER, bony elbows propped up against the table. He relaxed his chin upon his rigid knuckles, smirk growing wickedly while the other made his attempt to leave… 

                  ❝ Aaah, what a shame~, ❞ Gin began, his voice edging upon deceit, and TRICKERY, ❝ –––Aizen-taichō’s gonna be aaawful disappointed to find out his favorite Espada’s been denying orders from his superiors… ❞ He clicked his tongue against his teeth as he tilted his head, shadows SPLAYING across intimidatingly sharp features. His hands would eventually fall to the box in his midst, digits sliding absentmindedly across the smooth surface, TRACING the english lettering with the pads of his fingertips.

                  It was all too easy, coercing Ulquiorra to bend to his will under the guise of orders, and LOYALTY. Gin had been lax with him as of late, allowing him his space in favor of crawling underneath the SKIN of his other comrades… but idle hands were the devil’s playthings, after all––– as was boredom as it began to FESTER within the very marrow of Gin’s bones.

                ❝ Ya won’t mind if I bring up yer insubordination in our next meeting, ne~? ❞

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     Muscles down the length of Ulquiorra’s spine tensed as the snake began speaking again, but not as to be any more noticeable than the frown that had begun to pull at the corners of black-lined lips. His motions were calm and calculated, done so in order to give his superior no reason to make a false report to the god of Hueco Mundo.

     “... That won’t be necessary, Ichimaru-sama,” Ulquiorra responded flatly. A dull, empty stare was cast in the direction of the second-in-command, still watching every movement those hands made as fingers traced the lettering of the box itself as if to draw attention to exactly how ridiculous it was. Something so bright and cheerful looking didn’t belong in this desert.

     There was reluctance in his stature as a pale hand was revealed from the depths of his pocket to grasp at the back of the chair that sat opposite of Ichimaru Gin. It was slid outward with a resistant groan of the legs scraping against the cool marble floor, only for Ulquiorra to sit with both hands placed atop the table.

     He could practically see making the Shinigami wait any longer than necessary would be cause enough for unwarranted consequences and against his better judgement, he waited for his next orders.

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               THERE ARE THIN FINGERS HOOKED UNDERNEATH THE LID OF A STRANGE BOX. Such slender digits belong to none other than the man who sits at the right-hand of GOD; curiosity ebbing and flowing beneath his cool touch, and the quirk of his lips, and the CRINKLING of his slitted gaze. His eyes trail over the cover illustration, committing the peculiar sight to memory. Atop the box lays an oddly drawn male, with PIECES carved out of its pudgy body…in what appears to be a rather ABNORMAL anatomical layout.

                  The Second in Command has always had a strange penchant for human games; he finds it interesting how so many of them can be so unexpectedly crude, seeking pleasure in embarrassing other players, or MANIPULATING them into making cruel and unusual decisions. 

                  Gin KNOWS that getting Tōsen or Aizen to play such a game with him is a far fetched idea, and so he calls upon a particular Espada… one who’s loyalties to the God-King of Las Noches will come in handy, given the situation at hand. He sits down at the table where the game is situated, flipping through the instructions as he waits for the other. Finally, after five or so minutes, he arrives.

                  ❝ Ulquiorra~ ❞ Gin begins, the curve of his lips sickeningly SWEET as he leans forward, hooking his hands underneath his chin. ❝ Took ya long enough. C’mere, I have something t’show ya. ❞

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     Firstly, Ulquiorra’s eyes scanned the room to land on the discarded box off to the side of the table the second-in-command had situated himself at; the outside edges could be seen, a bright yellow with every brighter red block letters, that gave way to the plain cardboard inside. Clearly it hailed from the Living World -- as no Arrancar or Hollow alike (Ulquiorra even had a strange suspicion that not even Soul Society would have such a possession) would be caught dead with something so... lively. It only begged the question as to what had been inside it before Ichimaru had opened the packaging.

     He was quickly given an answer as he glanced to the right of the box. That same bright yellow and red was present on a plastic... miniature table. Or so it appeared. There were cutouts located within the image of a nude human male and Ulquiorra felt his lips pull down in the must subtle of frowns at the image.

     There was that uncertainty that always accompanied Ichimaru’s presence, like a thick wool blanket draped over his shoulders that he couldn’t quite shrug off. He despised that sensation.

     “I have no interest in whatever human games you may have fond, Ichimaru-sama. Please find someone who is more... interested.” Perhaps someone louder and more easily pushed to a reaction. Grimmjow or Nnoitra came to mind. Surely then his superior would find that sick sense of joy he clearly thrived off by making the Arrancar uncomfortable in their skin.

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make me choose | neferpitto said: grimmjow or ulquiorra

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     None too thrilled about being summoned (only Aizen would be given the Cuarto’s utmost attention and loyalty), Ulquiorra stepped forward as to be noticed without needing to voice his presence to the right hand of Hueco Mundo. He stilled then, simply waiting to be given orders or permission to leave once again.

     “...”

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  Excitement crawled up along his spine, body suppressing a shiver of delight that was caused by it. A prey chased once before, returned to view and able to be labeled a target once again. From what he could remember– this one was fun; it brought Hell.

Bought him a chance of momentary freedom.

  “Maybe, maybe not.          Helpin’ isn’t really in my nature, so perhaps it wasn’t me.”

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     “That very well may be true, however...”

     “You reek of Kurosaki Ichigo and that isn’t something I can overlook so easily...”

     The possibility of them clashing swords once again was heavy in the air, but Ulquiorra did not react as if he was waiting for the defining moment. Hands remained poised in the pockets of his hakama and that unwavering gaze stilled impossibly so on the familiar, bull-like mask covering the Hollow’s face.

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driimrsdoodles:

Ulquiorra in #12 for Shinda-Yume~

don’t even try to tell me he’s got no pockets in this form  

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    “I don’t remember asking you to follow me, Grimmjow,” the Cuarto stated rather blandly. The barest hint of irritation was evident in his tone, however, his expression made it seem like it had only been a minor inconvenience on his part. To be frank, it was far from that; Ulquiorra would rather have the boisterous and obnoxious Sexta as far from him as possible.

    “Or are you that desperate for attention that you came crawling to me?”

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     The sensation that trickled down Ulquiorra’s spine caused the Arrancar to pause in his step, gaze hardening before him before swiveling around and over his shoulder, landing on the form situated just to the left and behind him. It was familiar -- and it made his senses stand on edge, like another predator was hunting in his territory.

     But more importantly, it was that he knew where he’d felt it before.

     “Oh...? It was you, wasn’t it? Who helped Kurosaki Ichigo that time.”