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WELCOME
Good morning.
Or perhaps it might be more appropriate to say good evening instead, considering how it is moonlight that will rouse you into consciousness. And what a bright moon it is, half-full and clear without contest in the sky as it outshines the stars and galaxies in the backdrop. But it’s all the better to emphasize that the buildings that speckle the landscape before you are all completely devoid of any light. And by the way—do you always sleep outside?
The lack of light can be something to deal with later though, at least when you've properly gotten up from the cold, unyielding stone below you. And that chill down your spine—no doubt that probably has something to do with combination of cool temperatures and poor sleeping conditions, but it’s odd how it seems to linger.
Checking your person for any items that should be in your possession yields disappointing results, but it seems you're not empty handed (or pocketed) because you are now the proud owner of one (1) small bundle of black cloth. Unwrapping it reveals a key imprinted with a roman numeral, along with a simple note.
“Come at 6PM to the place circled on this map:”
“Don’t be tardy, dear Survivors, that’d be a bad first impression. If you don’t want your stay here to be more unpleasant than it’ll already be, you’ll want to avoid seeming careless or disrespectful. You’ll want to listen to my opening speech~!”
Finally, after an empty space that may be simulating an intense pause, there’s one last line:
“I know what you’re thinking, so I’ll say it straight: if you don’t come, you’re as good as dead.”
The news likely isn't welcome, but it's a start. And it seems you're not alone in your plight, though whether company is within arm's length or a stone’s throw away is up to fortune’s whims. For now, you're free to explore the town square and the surrounding areas as best you can in the dim light.
For some reason or another, Krakow, Poland is now your new home. That much is clear from the sign posts that you can inexplicably read, as red and white flag posts with "Święto Niepodległości" flutter lightly in the wind. While the storefronts are dark, the street lamps that scatter the town provide some measure of light, providing some solace against the layer of fog that's begun to creep in.
( OOC: Welcome to Antumbra! This intro log occurs ICly Sunday. Your MM's will be around at 6pm EST to hear your complaints. )
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[Most people would probably say the Lady is a diva and Rembrandt is the more down-to-earth one in this particular performance dynamic; and in that sense he might be easier to deal with. In Ulquiorra's world, though, both are equally irritating. It's not been long enough, but if it's anything like an Espada-Fracción rapport then he truly isn't being paid enough for this.
Incidentally is he just wearing that stab wound the whole time lol..... because Ulquiorra is going to visibly judge that?? What kinda muscle are you, bro.]
You're confident in your numbers.
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I would prefer a different moniker, but yes I suppose that is more or less accurate. [ Live your judging life Ulquiorra! The blood stain and singe is still very much there, what with so little time to change clothes after all. ]
We are, yes. Is it surprising?
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[He calls it like he sees it?? Sometimes entirely literally, but sometimes just to be a lowkey shit like he's being in this instance. He takes note of the injury and its likely source; he's not real impressed with anyone involved, but perhaps the fool on the floor is useful for something or other.
They can yeet him the next time they really want to experiment with their hosts, clearly. He didn't even need encouragement this time, after all.]
... It's not surprising. You've managed to be an inconvenience, which might be the most surprising thing.
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[ Touche really, but it doesn't seem he's so easily tempted or impulsive like the fool on the floor. ]
Our apologies, truly. But unfortunately droll procedures need to be adhered to in certain circumstances and so forth. But is that all Ulquiorra? An inconvenience?
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[He's already done the casting judging, now he's just doing the casting director judging. It's all good. At the very least this one's met the lowest possible standard for competency here.]
That is all. I am charged with protecting Las Noches, but it has not fallen in my absence before. [you know, he literally just got out of a shitty prison dimension but whatever] And even if it falls, it will be taken back. It was never meant for anything other than Arrancar rule.
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Confident, yet not blindingly arrogant to think that the world revolves only around yourself. Not an entirely common combination, perhaps more so considering what you are. [ Mere musing out loud, maybe. ]
Ah, but lands rise and fall all the time. And the future cares not for fate or worthiness.
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I suppose I'm not like most Arrancar. Being blinded is not something that comes naturally.
[#notlikeothervoremonsters
He will always carry himself as befits an Espada; but certainly not all of them come by nor approach power in the same ways. It's not a difference he's had to think too deeply on.]
Hueco Mundo doesn't bind itself to living notions of time, or anything else.
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Living notions you say...but then surely it has its own notion of time and what not?
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He just tilts his head slightly in acknowledgment -- he's explained as much of his position on himself and his place in the world as he's going to bother with for the moment. As for sudden philosophical or worldbuilding questions involving Hueco Mundo and/or Las Noches... That's a different can of sandworms.]
There is little that matters in a world where things never change. Hollows fight over the same scraps, the same landscape, and turn around and around in the same petty circles devouring each other. [evenly, like he's talking about the weather, and maybe indeed it is what passes for natural cycles in a world where the moon never sets] They are nothing to time, and time is nothing to them.
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What a dull state of existence. I suppose if you've grown used to it... in that case, then consider this a break of sorts. Even if it is one that has been forced upon you.
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And I would say the living lead a dull existence, shrouded in their own ignorance.
[Not that he's going to do much to alleviate that ignorance and in fact might make it worse, but hey, not his job.]
I've already found my "break", as you call it. I prefer it unforced.
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Ah but I am told those are the most effective ones. I do not prefer breaks either, but surely you can make do with the time that has been given to you.