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[deathssubstitute]

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There's a cautiousness in the way Ichigo approaches one of the biggest threats to the Soul Society and perhaps the world of the living itself. A man who attempted so many terrible things and yet here they both were. "Never thought we'd be in the same room again." Ichigo states with a small cross of his arms. "I guess we better make the most of it huh? Catch up and all that. I bet we've plenty to talk about since you've been in here."

[lunarscaled]

-> Lyric stands perfectly still, their boots sinking into the sand, at the sight of the interloper. He bares no mask fragment or stigmata which should otherwise indicate to Lyric that he was one of the Arrancar, but they are not certain he is a Shinigami either. They don't recognize him, and he wears no Captain's haori or black uniform. Lyric is as still as the idiot deer before headlights, jaw clenched——a terrifying chill runs up their spine when he turns his head to look at them.

-> They don't respond. Just keep their eyes on him and keep their distance. Slowly, reluctantly, lift one foot and take a step forward parallel to him like a wary animal, because that's all they are, isn't it? At their core, just a beast on the whim of their instincts and fear, no longer human. ( but they wanted to be. so dearly. desperate to be human and rip the corrupted part out of them and return home. )

"... ..."

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[eldestoften]

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he'd been minding his business, hadn't he? half of anyone who would come across him couldn't see him, and those that did didn't pay him any mind- because he paid them none, either. he'd had no plans, no one to meet with, and had found himself just... existing. it was kind of nice, actually- until he'd felt the prickle of an intense gaze locked on him.

it hadn't taken him long to find where it was coming from- it wasn't like he blended in even remotely, and yet people seemed to notice this stranger even less.. all while avoiding the space he occupied. but he didn't feel right. cursed spirits knew cursed spirits, but this guy.... he's not from here. the thought hit him suddenly, and he finally moved, shifting one foot toward the individual just enough to let him know he'd been noticed; enough to turn to face him. acknowledgement of a sort, which was only further accentuated by his question.

and he didn't much like his answer. it really wasn't much of one, was it? it answered nothing, and only offered up more questions.. although it confirmed his suspicions of this man being from some other plane..

"Noticed or not, it's not polite to stare.. Even someone without any cursed energy might notice the feeling and be uncomfortable." it wasn't uncommon, after all; the feeling of being watched when one was meant to be alone.

"..You're not a cursed spirit, though, are you? But people avoid you like you are.. What does that make you, then?"

[ketsumyo]

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血妙 | had tsubaki not conviction behind her inquiry, those words would have assailed her with the sudden, all-encompassing ferocity of a thunderclap. it could have been a scathing remark to a woman of proper decorum, wrought by a man of such exacting standard and observation that truth became an instrument of destruction.

alright, it was still a little scathing. 

“ come now , ” she laughed, a lilting sound meant to diffuse the sting. “ the sōtaichō may allow himself levity, but you and I both know he’s a cunning mind and a practised tactician. a little reactive for your tastes, perhaps, but there is a philosophy of calculated restraint. to follow in his footsteps wouldn’t be such a curse. ”

had she not already announced herself on playful, predictably irksome pretences, tsubaki might have ventured to share a drawn comparison: that aizen and kyōraku shared a rare, unnerving talent—the ability to craft façades so meticulous they shaped the perceptions of entire worlds. a talent for the false, yes, but also for the inexorable—for though their motivations diverged so profoundly, both harboured a relentless drive, an unflinching willingness to meet sacrifice head-on and make it yield.

“ but no, I come entirely of my own volition . ” she pivoted, taking a seat— a sign that not only at her refusal to be dismissed but her intention to press further.

“ I ask , ” she continued, her tone slipping into something more measured, “ because you're a man of progress, and the coming of the new year is a time to reflect on the breadth of one’s achievements and plan those yet to come. ” she tilted her head slightly, threads of black hair spilling against her cheeks with a softness that contrasted the precision of her inquiry. the shift in her perspective of him yielded nothing of his flawless impassiveness. though, she supposed, he did have a wonderful jawline. at least that part of him wasn’t illusionary. 

“ then again, ” she mused, exhaling softly as though the realisation pained her, “ a mind like yours is always calculating, isn’t it? always reflecting, always planning... ” the defeat was visible in her shoulders, though a glimmer of amusement tugged at her mouth.

“ damn, ” she murmured, her tone both resigned and faintly self-mocking. “ I thought I had a good one there. ” 

she lingered, as though daring him to say something—anything. but the silence was steadfast, and she couldn’t tell if it was deliberate or if he truly found her efforts beneath his notice. either way, she leaned back, a smile breaking through her faux disappointment.

“ alright, fine, ” she conceded. “ maybe I was trying to be a little troublesome . ”

[kuroimibojin]

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HORROR THEMED STARTER CALL.

❛ THE WORLD HAS BEEN TOO KIND TO YOU, AIZEN. ❜ Came the voice of the Weaver, a cold voice creeping with the intent of a cruelness underneath. ( she just wants to see him up close, study him under her own glass. ) Bound again, lost to the solitude & emptiness of the abyss around him. Yet, for now, she is more than happy to speak; --- the need to dissect via words came before the urge of the needle. ❛ I am hardly here to be your punisher, let alone your visitor, but this is just a game for you & I. You were spoken with such high praise before your fall ... ❜

A light laugh, head tilted up to view him better as she does so. ❛ I cannot wait to tear you apart. ❜

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It unnerved him to see Aizen standing there, his body language and unfazed facade as he saw Renji. Moreso than the words that he spoke, his demeanor was more than enough to tell him how the ex-captain felt about this so called reunion of sorts.

The words spoken were almost too complicated for Renji to understand - but he could understand the bare gist of it - Aizen was calling him undeserving of his full prowess.

"Feh," Renji rolled his eyes at the other's last comment about him. "Sorry but 'm not sophisticated or elegant or intelligent like ya are." He almost comments about him leaving the fifth for the eleventh, but that was old stories that had no relevance here.

"Don't ya underestimate what we can do..."

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' Aizen, do you ever regret what you have done? '

[kenpxchi]

❛ Who knew, you would be here? ❜

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His long hair sways from side to side with every lazy step he takes across the infinite plane. It's the one place he can't get lost, purely because there is nowhere else to go down here. Every so often, however, he glances at one particular spot, staring, the faintest flare of his nose as he smells lingering blood.

At the prisoner's declaration, Kenpachi's uncovered eye slowly moves to meet Aizen's, his voice a low rumble of ambivalent, distant thunder.

"figured it'd shut up the central forty-six if i was the one who walked around with ya this time. now let's get you outta that thing."

[redseamstress]

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"Aizen...I thought I'd see how you were faring. Muken can't be particularly stimulating, mm?" Kisuke walks out of the shadows near the entrance to the prison level, carrying a wooden box by its handle, some kind of rattling coming in with the movement. He makes little noise other than that, not even the clack-clop of his geta can be heard. Technically speaking, he wasn't supposed to be here. But...you couldn't blame him for wanting to 'make sure a psychopath wasn't about to explode in a mass of reiatsu.'

"Despite all those bindings...hm. I can still barely sense you." The shop keep sounds...bored.

[deathssubstitute]

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"Aizen. What a person for me to even begin talking about. When I first got into the soul society, I was there to rescue Rukia. But instead I witnessed the unfolding of a plan I didn't even know was in motion. I was there and saw a man who seemingly was a Captain among the others. Had been their "friend" and "ally' suddenly reveal the most gruesome of true colors. It was crazy to feel the depths of his true power in that moment when he touched my blade. It was chilling and made me feel so out of my depths. Like I had walked into something that I wasn't nearly prepared enough for." He takes a breath, closing his eyes for a moment.

"Then the invasion happened. Aizen had gained the title of lord and created the espada. Enemies the likes of which the soul society was crumbling against. There was so much chaos and uncertainty in what he was going to do. The battle against him was ruthless. Aizen had so much unspoken confidence about his plans, about taking over and causing mass genocide. But then I managed to take him down. I managed to---with Urahara's help----take him down. I don't know if I ever could do that again you know? But I will say, talking to him again---like I have, that was eye-opening as hell to some degrees despite the source of the information."

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"I don't suppose you think too much down here about what you've done, huh?"

[ninguisinferna]

❛ Is that supposed to be me in that little drawing of yours? ❜

unprompted, always accepting.

Startled. A loud eek dropped mid-way when, in panic, her slippery hand toppled the water bowl; it rolled in a semi-circle as the liquid mixed with ink on all her works, turning them wet and blurry. The brush she held had no luck either; it was dropped on her current drawing, leaving stains on the paper, only making it worse as the water reached it. Staring at the crime scene in horror-- elbow pressed against the table, fingers dug into the raven hair as she was desperately trying to somewhat calm down. One could say such damage was nothing worthy of mention, not for one that belonged to a great noble family but she, she did not share a thought of such sort. Growing up in poverty taught her to appreciate the things she'd acquired... And now all wasted by a careless motion. Rukia pushed the chair to the back, just enough to get up and find the closest rag that would clean the tragic mess.

"Not anymore." a reply so long waited, spoken with an aggressiveness in her voice. One may think it was merely directed at the men she didn't favor, but it was a mistake-- the sentiment of anger was solely directed at her foolish actions.

[ketsumyo]

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血妙 | OH, HOW MANY OPPORTUNITIES ARE LOST TO THE FEAR OF TAKING A CHANCE? — fear. it governed so much of human behaviour—the fear of being wrong, of exposing oneself to judgment, of looking foolish. to so many, being wrong was akin to failure, to flaw, to an irredeemable fracture in one’s self-worth. They found their solace in inaction.

but not She. tsubaki feared not the sting of error, but the far greater sin of failing to grow .

in fact, had her first supposition proven correct, she dare confess she’d have felt disappointment. for she needed this man—this captivating, complex and loathsome man—to be exactly what he was feared to be. anything less, and she would not have a whetstone upon which to sharpen her wit.

her red-lips curled to a smile—a faint, knowing thing. the flattery of being offered a second chance wasn’t wasted on her.

“ yamecha , ” she intoned, the one word calm and deliberate.

yamecha, the tea of refined brilliance; the evolution of tradition, where the result is nothing short of exceptional.

[lunarscaled]

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ANXIETY FLARED FROM her very soul. Her eyes, narrowing despite her whole body still being in panic mode. She does not want to die. No, that was more than aware, but even since she found out the truth about herself, she knew she was not going to have a good fate.

Yet, nonetheless, she knew she had to face fate. It was brave and reckless of her to come to Heuco Mundo knowing full well that she was their target in the coming future, yet she did it anyways to help the others to get Orihime back. She wasn’t one to sit back and do nothing. She never has been.

Damned if she did, damned if she don't. That was the words that ring in her head, like she was trying to get some footing, something to hold onto. Something to hold onto. A string that could break at any moment.

Yet, she was afraid, that didn't change that she was still trying to stand on some kind of footing, as if she was hanging...

She didn't want to think of that too much. She's notoriously stubborn, as if a wind hadn't brought her down. Fear exists in her, she wouldn't admit it to that bastard's face, she doesn't let her stop her.

Breathe...

"You'll kill me right after I speak though right?"

Head tilts to the side, staring at him, moments before he speaks again. Her jaw clenching. The atmosphere, spoke what she had thought, but also underlines the consequences of what came next.

SHIT

The slash comes quicker than she expects, causing her eyes to widen and grunt in pain as blood spilled, almost too similar to when she was on the Hill. The images flash in her head back then, panting as her head was put down.

And then put right back up as she was forced to look at her interrogator, her captor, directly in his eyes.

What a way that times have change.

"I don't have anything to say to you." Came the response so bitterly as she regulated her breathing.

"if you want information to the Soul King, good luck. He's rather cryptic."

[kuurosakiis]

/ stares at. :)

Stares back in confusion??? Eyepatch mfer