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INVESTIGATION 1
INVESTIGATION 1
The clock strikes eight. The intermittent showers that dominated most of yesterday had, at some point during the night, escalated to a complete downpour that drenched the streets. Maybe that's why the morning might almost feel refreshing today—while it can't be said that the birds are chirping and the sun is shining brightly, the breeze is cool without being frigid while the sky is bright with the half moon.
Nevertheless. The deadline for Tuesday's motive was laid down as Friday, and amongst the pleasant earthy smell of the rain may be a tinge of something else.
Well now, how shall you spend this morning?
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[Ulquiorra barely pauses on his way through the square -- he was headed elsewhere, probably to the opera house at this point, and there's already a crowd of vultures obscuring the body. He's not especially interested in the dead if they don't rise into something more interesting. He'll deal with more important things for now.
That being said, he considers everyone loud so that's not even a proper RIP.]