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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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[In other words, he probably doesn't appreciate all the insinuations about time and time-space and other things related to himself that the creature is making; but this is as far as he'll let him have the satisfaction for the moment. In his world, Aizen's reign remains absolute and uncontested -- it doesn't relate, after all, to Las Noches now.
His own fate isn't key in the grand scheme of things.]
That boy has potential, but I find it hard to believe that he'll ever take full advantage of it. It was his misfortune to be born a human.
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[those were the good times, when all they had to worry about was Aizen and his Arrancar army...]
Well, he ain't exactly a run of the mill human as it turns out... but yer right. It'll take him years, decades, ta reach the pinnacle. Luckily, he doesn't need to be at the top of his game to get most shit taken care of. [he sounds pretty proud of that!] For what it's worth, though, you do kill him.
[he just.
doesn't die
when he is killed]
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Not "run-of-the-mill" human is still human. [the disdain is clear; not that he's the only Arrancar to look down on them, by far, and there's a faint exhale at the rest, not-quite-satisfaction] And half-baked at everything else, of course. Am I to take it that you're not as attached to your master as you say, or--
Perhaps you're truly a Hollow, yourself.
[Curiosity, bland as the rest of his reactions. He really isn't a very satisfying guy to poke at, most of the time.]
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Suit yerself if ya don't wanna believe me. As for me... well, we're a little different than yer average Shinigami-Zanpakutou pair. Turns out yer master had his fingers in a lot more pies than he had any right to-- aha!
[near the back of the store, Zangetsu finally locates some normal, unscented candles] Finally.
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He moves forward a few steps, silently chasing the topic if not bothering to speak up until Zangetsu is done crowing over his candles.]
I believe in what I can see for myself.
[That's both a skill and a flaw of his, really. He's still not sure how to take the Hollow's attitude nor the news of Ichigo's demise, but more importantly--]
Lord Aizen. If he had something more to do with Kurosaki Ichigo's unusual existence, that would explain some of his early interest in the boy.
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[His tone makes it clear that the wondering isn't that much of a factor: there are plenty of things he hasn't shown Kurosaki Ichigo (nor his Hollow, by proxy), and plenty of things that have nothing to do with battle and therefore probably won't ever come up. As much as he's willingly interacting with the creature now because it could prove more or less useful or informative at some point.....
They're still enemies at their core, as most Hollows are by nature and then some.]
And by the same token, I wonder how much you can tell of Lord Aizen's intentions. I have my doubts, Hollow.
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Hehehe... Well, gee. I probably know more than you, since you didn't even know what sort of nonsense he was gettin' up to before he found you. [he pauses, and his voice is a bit more... reverent?] Besides... I've crossed with Kyouka Suigetsu. I've felt their loneliness.