#murcixlago

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      “You really get on my nerves, you know that?” Pantera often found herself easily drawn into an argument with the other, she hated the always calm and boring demeanor that  Murcièlago seemed to find so easy to keep. "I might as well be having a conversation with a wall, an’ are you seriously telling me you’re fine just hanging around and being our of the loop while important things are happening?” 

[notasliceoflife]

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The Arrancar had doing his usual daily routine. Which hadn't been much at all. Ulquiorra could lay in bed for weeks if anyone let him. Usually they did, since most of the Espada didn't bother with him. It was only Aizen who he gave any effort for. Today however he was just preparing to laze around all day when Murciélago had showed up. As she got closer his eyes widen slightly. But he made no move to pull away from her. Not did he have much awareness of anyone's, nor his own, personal space.  He had no feeling of discomfort as she got far too close. Other than that she WAS too close. For most others this would lead to him attacking. But she had never been a threat to him, Ulquiorra allowed it. His eyes crossed when her nose gently pressed to his own.

A slight look of sad confusion on his face that only grew when she had started rubbing her nose against his. It ignited a strange feeling within his chest. Like someone had let loose a bird in his rib cage. Though the idea had struck him as absolutely silly. He let out a breath when the spirit had finally moved away. The red on her face from before having still remained " You're face is red." Ulquiorra then pointed out, a curiously odd look on his own face as he made himself look away from her. Blinking, he couldn't get the feeling of her nose or the fading feeling in his chest out of his head. Lifting up a finger he poked himself in the nose, awkwardly " What was that..." Ulquiorra muttered softly, then.

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        “Doesn’t matter.why.” An equivalent to telling the other spirit not to question her actions further. Pantera doesn’t want to have to explain herself, because that means admitting she’s openly choosing to spend time with her. “Just wanted some, let’s me get away for a bit.” Pantera is being defiant, she’s having a slight argument with Grimmjow and doesn’t want to deal with him at the moment. 

     “What kind ya’ making?”

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@murcixlago : *calls Pantera adorable*

Pantera:

[notasliceoflife]

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Gaging the look on his Zanpakuto's face, Ulquiorra committed it to memory. It was clear to him that his Zanpakuto had cared very deeply for him.  For as long as he had known of her, it had been that way. It had made him curious, even. As much as any other display of emotion, or other such thing he had always thought to be nonsense. It wasn't a joke. Ulquiorra had never been so inclined to such things. It was beneath him, actually.  Though, he was dying, wasn't he... always. He was always dying. Destined to die, some may say. Was he dying now? Maybe. 

Was Murcielago to be the last thing he would ever see of this world,...it seemed like it.  Cold green eyes kept onto her saddened form, his spiritual pressure was dissipating. His body had already long gone.  Eyes slacking a bit as a wave of exhaustion hit him suddenly, his vision became unfocused briefly " Am I worth saving, then?" He questioned his Zanpakuto calmly. As if his fading presence in this world was not a cause of worry, certainly not one of sadness as it came across with Murcielago " I have lingered far too long." He stated, turning his he and bringing his eyes to look up into the void that was around him, darkness shrinking in on the pair of them.

" But you are not ready... If you wish to save me. To save us. You must do so soon. You are all that remains of me...Of us." His eyes closed the light of the void flickered " Save yourself, if you wish." His spiritual body was breaking a part as he continued "In that world, you, my blade. Still retain your body. If you wish to save me, save yourself. Become more than a sword.  I need rest. You can be our anchor to that place."

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The female spirit couldn’t help but the give off a slight smirk at her master. She knew exactly how much he treasured rules. “One told me, rules are there to be broken. Apparently it rises as feeling of adrenaline.” She spoke as she was quite curious of what was behind the door. Murciélago wasn’t authorized to enter that specific room, since it wasn’t of her concern what actually happened behind the scenes. She had always kept herself to the rules, yet this time she wanted to go beyond that point, simply to see if the sayings were true.

“Aren’t you curious about the secrets that lay ahead of us? Never had the urge to find out, where our journey would lead us?” Murciélago was actually showing interest in their future, and she thought this was the only way to figure that out.

“Nothing is meant to be broken,” Ulquiorra spoke coldly, his voice ruled by its usual cold and unwavering tone despite talking to his Zanpakuto, quite literally a part of his soul. The fact that he couldn’t lose the composure around her, at least on normal occasions, would have probably been sad if he had any understanding of that word. “especially not the rules.”

“Adrenaline?” He repeated after her, as though hearing the word for the first time, testing it to see if it should be put away with other words he considers pointless, such as love, hate, fun, happiness, anger, feelings. “Adrenaline is for humans and fools like Grimmjow.”

When asked whether he was curios he merely closed his eyes for a second and put his hands behind his back.. “My curiosity is nothing compared to what Aizen-sama says. We do not break the rules, Murcielago, we do no disobey the orders.”

[notasliceoflife]

"Greetings master. I have returned. My apologies for being away for so long." ([Murcixlago] for Ulquiorra)

Ulquiorra was about to place the garbage disposal he had been fixated with lately over the head of a small Hollow, when he heard the voice of his Zanpakuto, he pulled the garbage disposal away from the Hollow's head and watched it flee off into the distance before turning to look toward Murciélago. Staring her down with his usual cold stare, for a moment " Here is where I have learned that Human's will ask: Did you have fun?" He stood then, holding the disposal with his hands and continued to stare at her. There was this feeling, faint, of course, that had come over him when he had first heard her. He believed he might, on some level, have missed her. To him, Murciélago was the closest thing to family or friend. Ulquiorra imagined that this was why he was suddenly struck with such a feeling. Without expression he moved closer to the Zanpakuto "-I have been doing more research on the Human's, they seem very fond of these." He shook the garbage disposal, he found the strange device to be absolutely fascinating.

[notasliceoflife]

"Thank God, you're breathing." (Murcixlago)

Send my muse “Thank god you’re breathing.” for their reaction to waking up finding your muse has brought them back from near death.        

Ulquiorra lets out a breath, he could hear her panicked breaths gently beneath her chest. His head had been resting along her upper body. His black blood had formed a pool underneath him, spilling from down his chest where his whole had been violently torn at. Slouching he nods “ Yes. It would seem, I am.” Ulquiorra managed, calmly. Yet clearly what ever had happened to make him stop, was quite powerful. But still, he was breathing, Murciélago had seen to that. Lifting his head up, he moved away from her, his gaze moving to lock onto her face a moment later. 

Despite the fight causing him a lot of personal damage, he had won it “Let’s leave this place, and rest.” The Arrancar tells the spirit. Then tries to move to stand, though he dropped back down, sitting on the ground and falling back into Murciélago once more “I’m tired.” It wasn’t just that he was tired, he had often been tired. But this was a sort of unfamiliar tired, he had never reached his limit like that, in a fight. Though he had also not lived long enough to carry on a proper fight before, one that was a real challenge to him, as this one had been “ Let’s rest here, a while.”