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How the two had found companionship with each other was a mystery in itself. Perhaps they were more alike than previously assumed--quiet, intelligent, and preferring to stay out of the more reckless Espada’s way.

He chose to remain silent as he walked alongside the much taller male, blank gaze focused forwards.

#canniibalisms #( i dont know what im doing )

( inkblade: )

Ren would have flinched had he not been so focused on trying to get his lungs to function properly. Whoever– rather, whatever it was that had spoken to him had enough spiritual pressure to put what was probably most captains to shame, and a few seconds trickled by where the only thing he could feel was the beating of his heart and the sweat beading down his brow.

“I-I, uh.” He attempted to get out, dismayed to find that his voice hadn’t been immune to the crushing pressure. Some distant part of his mind told him that he probably should have reached for his sword, but- what good would that do him? He didn’t even need to look to know that he’d be killed before he’d finished the motion, and if he even wanted a chance he’d have to probably cover the being from head to toe in ink and then wait possibly a millennia.

‘How did someone even have that much reiatsu?’

Ren wanted to nod, possibly signal somehow that he had gotten the message and if the being could somehow lighten up his presence by just a few hundred tons he’d be out of there before the other could blink; but he had a sinking feeling that if he relocated any effort from their current post on keeping him upright he’d fall the few hundred feet to the ground and not get up until the being left, if he didn’t wind up dead.

…He was seriously considering it.

It was like watching a bug under the heat of the sun. Squirming, writhing, struggling. This one was of no interest to him, but he saw no reason to stop the assertion of his reiatsu. He could make it vanish in an instant, but this was his enemy. If they were that weak, then they stood no chance against anyone weaker than he.

The small, instinctive twitch of the Shinigami’s fingers was noted--and it only cause him to stare harder. Was this one a fool? Could he not feel the immense gap between their power?

“ Do not try to reach for your sword. I will not hesitate to rip your arm from your body if you do so. “

#inkblade #( asjhfnwsjg im sorry for him )#( im still trying to get used to his muse )

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&&; No one’s gonna TAKE my s o u l AWAY.

INDIE ULQUIORRA

#SELF PROMO.#( im doing this again )

#( i'm still trying to figure out how to rp him )#( so starters will slowly come in bursts )#( he is very difficult compared to nanao )#OOC.

@inkblade

Trash.

This being didn’t even register on his scale of being a threat--so he would not lift his hand unless forced to. But even then, he would end it in an instant with a Cero. There was no need for anything more powerful.

“ Leave while you still have your life, Shinigami. “

#inkblade #( im so sorry )

@princesa--serpiente

“ You are far from your master. “

A blunt statement, nothing more--it was simply an observation. Stiff fingers remained confined within his pockets as eyes stared at her. Perhaps he was staring for too long, he did not know nor did he really care.

What was she to him? Nothing more than another soul beneath Aizen-sama’s care.

#princesaserpiente #( how do write this guy )

//passes him a slip of paper beneath the meeting table that, when opened, reads in elegant handwriting "Grimmjow sucks"

If emotions were to ever cross his face, now would be the time. Yet, features remained as stoic as ever as the paper was slowly crumpled beneath his pale fingers. Yes--Grimmjow did indeed suck.

#canniibalisms #ANSWERED.#( i SWEAR TO GOD IM A SERIOUS RP BLGO )