#nelliel;

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@control-issues​ { Gregory } // Nelliel;

          An intense scent of death lingered in the air and it caught her nose like wildfire across a dry forest. How could so many bodies pile up in the span of a few minutes? She couldn’t sense any of her own kind here-- perhaps a serial killer? Weren’t they supposed to be more... Methodical? Too many bodies usually lead to problems from the books she’d read. Yet there was a grain of life mixed in with the scent. Faint, but there. She reacted on instinct, legs carrying her swiftly to find where that shallow sound resonated the most. The scene before her was certainly horrifying to a degree, but she could hardly focus on the strange contraptions and bodies littering them nor the odd lack of blood. 

Hazel hues were entirely focused on the faint rise and fall of shoulders instead of all of that mess. How could anyone do such a thing? An idle thought to accompany her as she went about trying to figure out how to remove the bar from around this stranger’s frame. Well, who would care if she simply broke it right? So she did just that, breaking it at the hinge and removing it. Examining the tubes and needles, she furrowed her brows and as delicately as she could; removed them from his arm before scooping him up into her own. This.. Frail looking human-- clearly he had been through too much. She frowned softly, practically spiriting him away to her own ivory tower and tucking him into her own bed to make sure he was comfortable. 

The treatment-- well. She wouldn’t explain how she went about healing blood loss of such an extreme volume. Best leave that alone if he asked when he woke up, well, she hoped he’d wake up. She perched herself at the side of the bed and simply waited, being mindful to check his condition periodically and continued administering small doses of the unspoken treatment all the while. “Wake up soon, little bird.” 

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@cuatroreborn | Nelliel ;;

            Ah. So the rumors were true. The once great numero cuatro was lost. She didn’t so much care about that, nor the rankings or rumors in general-- she just wanted to be certain he was okay. Her beloved little brother, whom she adored greatly and would unleash hell over if needed. She watched him for a few long moments before finally breaking the gap and closing the distance. It would be easier since she was in her gigai, she thinks. She settles down in front of him, a bright smile on her features (despite its falsity) and props her jaw up in her palms. “So I see you really do have some memory loss, Ulqui! You didn’t even glance my way at all or know I was there!” She seems chipper but its as fake as could be, even still though-- her only concern was to ensure he at least knew he had backup if he ever needed it. 

“Well, my name is Nelliel and you’re my beloved little brother! If you need anything, you can always ask me and I’ll take care of it!” Anything at all. “Whether you know me or not, you’re still my cute kleiner Bruder!” 

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@xyuuken​ | Cont.

          “Through the window of course, Mr. Ishida,” an effortless response, almost as lazy as she appeared when perching herself across thinner legs. It was annoying at times, finding herself sitting atop an abandoned roof, listening for familiar footsteps, only for there to be none. So what had he been doing that kept him busy for so long? Time was hardly a matter of importance to her-- or that’s what she’d like to claim anyways. Marred digits splay over crinkled plastic, sliding their way to cloth and twining through flint strands. Time was a fleeting matter for one of them still, wasn’t it? And he’d gone and devoted it elsewhere again instead of taking time to simply be, such a troublesome creature he was. “Mondlicht, I’m disappointed. You look harrowed again-- Didn’t I tell you to be kinder to yourself?” 

Softer words, warmer than the skin she held that sprawled across his own. He’d gotten a bit older, claw tracing beneath striking hues as she peeked through verdant lashes to see the smoke trail through ivory. Ah, how many times had her head turned at the scent of that brand of smoke? To look and see if perhaps she miraculously overlooked him somewhere? “I’m quite angry with you, y’know,” she spoke through sharp jowls, quiet undertones of relief shadowed purposefully by solemn anger. A claw soon sweeping beneath the brim of glasses to trace the line beneath his eye. “You disappeared without a word, I was worried.”   

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            “Easy, breezy, beautiful, covergirl Lieutenant Firecrotch.” 

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I was looking through my old doodles and tbh I forgot I did this. Don’t let Nel near u if u don’t want her to dress u up and make jokes like “The devil wears prada.” 

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@solcordc​ | Nel; 

            There’s a moment of pause, she isn’t sure as to why this one is here in the field. He certainly didn’t seem to be out of sorts but she isn’t familiar with him. (She memorized everyone she met and even the ones she didn’t from a distance.) A quiet curiosity, but one she has to ignore in favour of taking care of the current problem at hand. They usually didn’t ask her for anything, no need, she was often there anyways; but perhaps they wanted to let Ichigo have a good rest rather than interrupt him so they asked her instead. (Strange, a contact in both Hueco Mundo and the world of the Living.) She’s only glad they listened nonetheless, when she asked to be sent in lieu of her friends who needed rest. 

Those like herself didn’t really need much of that. It doesn’t take her long to deal with the problem either, focus now fully on the one she didn’t know while her mind calculated the number of injuries and the workload for squad four so not to interrupt anything vital. “Excuse me, little dove didn’t tell me there were new people in the fourth-- Are you new? I’m not sure, but either way~ Everything well? I’ve got my nose to the air, the injuries seem minimal so your work shouldn’t be too heavy this time around. None lost, which is always the goal.” 

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@tcnente​ | Nelliel;

             She tastes it, their anger, their sorrow, their pain and dismay. Every time some of them look at her, she finds herself flooded with the taste of ash and sour fruit. For a moment she considers moving away, but she reflects on the fact that it would only make her seem all the more guilty. (Aren’t you? You’re one of them after all.) A quiet thought that creeps into her cranium and she allows it to happen. Never raises her hand in defense, never opens her mouth in opposition. She simply allows the stones to fly, agrees to being struck time and time again-- it feels like hours but it’s only a moment. Wouldn’t want to get caught, she supposes. Still, she does not blame them. Not for what they have done nor what they would do. Rather she invites it, it’s better if it’s her. Better if it’s one that would not return the pain given. Simpler to show them rather than tell them that she would not bring them harm no matter the situation. 

Her mind’s dazed, she’s thinking but it’s not clear, wondering when and how this will get better. Actively she thinks of solutions, of ways to better their relations with them-- her feet stop just barely shy of another body and she’s too out of it to sense who it is. The blood in her mouth blocks most of her sense of taste, same as the blood congealing in her nose. Finally she seems to snap back a bit, blinking a few times as she looks up when the other doesn’t move away from her. “Hmn?” A quiet hum, she cocks a brow and her vision focuses on bright red and bold black lines. Renji. She should say something, right? A nimble mind would be best to think of excuses but she’s tired. 

Perhaps she could just explain it away as a fight with another of her kind. That would be believable, she’s certain. (But do you want to lie to him?) No, she really didn’t-- so she hopes he doesn’t ask about the flourishing purple hues and red carved into her skin. “Hey Renji, you need somethin’? I’m just on my way to Inuzuri to help cart some stuff around and make some sandals. There’s this adorable little ol’ man who’s cart always gets a bit too heavy for him.”

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Nel in the distance: Note to self-- be very glad you're great with animals because JFC RENJI.