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[ketsumyo]

[madaramee]

[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?"

[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. ❜

[kurosakilchigo]

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The thing about Kenpachi is, when he’s quiet, something’s wrong. So when Ichigo rounds the corner into the Fourth Division’s library annex and sees Zaraki Kenpachi standing stockstill in front of an empty chair, glaring at it like it personally insulted his entire division, Ichigo slows to a stop. He sits the stack of scrolls he’s dropping off for Rukia on a desk and scans the room. 

There’s no blood, no shattered furniture, no screaming librarian—just Kenpachi. Staring. Breathing like he’s waiting for the chair to make the first move as a library intern eyes him warily.

Ichigo blinks. Once. Twice. Nope, still just a chair.

Then he feels it. Ichigo knows this feeling. That whisper-thin pulse of reiatsu, too smooth to be accidental, too deliberate to be anything but him.

Ichigo doesn’t say a word—just turns, follows the familiar pressure of reiryoku down a side aisle, and there, in a comfortable chair beside an imposing stack of theoretical texts and untouched library dust, is Aizen. Sitting peacefully, reading like he hasn’t orchestrated a standstill between the eleventh captain and a piece of furniture.

Ichigo steps into view, lifts the topmost book from the stack beside him, and flips it open. “Symbolism and Structure in Ancient Seireitei Rituals.” He glances over the pages, then at Aizen.

“Should I be worried you made a chair your fallguy, or is this just how you get your alone time now? I figured you had enough of that already.”

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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..."

[ofcentvries]

People could have great intelligence within them but have it be clouded by such things, as the emotions of ones own heart. There had been so many moments as of 'recent' where that very thing had been shown in her. How she'd let her feelings overtake any semblance of rational thought, letting near blind faith take over her. It was why anger had gripped Momo for so long but not towards this man before her, instead it'd been at herself. It was an emotion she'd felt so deep to the core, her very being stained with that of shame for her actions.

Maybe she should be angry at Aizen for all that he'd done both to her & those she cared about but yet not a single fiber of her being felt so. It wasn't because she still cared for him, no, but instead for all that had been revealed. The flaws within herself had become very apparent before her eyes, how naïve she could be about the world & people around her. Momo came to know just how easy it was to get her respect & admiration, to be made into a pawn for someone elses plans. In a way, you could say that she was grateful for all that had happened. She'd once seen Aizen as a great teacher so perhaps this could be seen as just another lesson to learn, albeit at a cost along the way.

The rose colored glasses had been ripped off, the truth lay before her & it'd been up to her to accept it for what it was. She did, truly she did, but the question of why still weaved it's way through her mind. The truth of who Aizen really is wasn't being denied anymore but yet Hinamori grappled with understanding who that man even was at all. How something so sweet could turn out to be so foul.

It was why she'd decided in her approach to this question, the resolve in wanting to close these thoughts which found there way into her head. Momo's words could perhaps be seen as almost laughable, how she once more used the word help in regards to the man who'd been her prior Captain. As if she was once more looking to him for guidance, to figure out what path she should take but no. This was her means of closure, to finally fully be able to put things to rest.

The lieutenant regarded his words for a moment with quietness, pondering a response to be given to the other. She wouldn't speak out of rash impulse or fueled by that of emotions, no. There was no need for that here nor would it accomplish anything other then to show a lack of learning. It was right to say that it was something more personal in regards to herself, for hadn't it always come from such a place.

It was why such words left a slight sting with the honesty that came with them but it was appreciated far more then them being sugar coated with lies. The truth may not bring 'comfort' but neither did a lie no matter what a persons motives may be. Far better to see reality for what it is then what it isn't, that much had become known.

" The understanding to the real you. "

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[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."

[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 . ”

[madaramee]

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[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."

[kuichirase]

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Transformed. Her new form... She couldn't tell whether or not that was the real her. She felt, much stronger. Much stronger. In fact... As she was, she probably would have been capable of defeating even Harribel-sama, when she was a Vasto Lorde. It was incredible... Yet, just like the other two. There was no room whatsoever to address it properly, probably...

...Which is why, "Hey." Mila Rose opted to take the cautious, but laid-back approach - far later. Once the Shinigami was apparently done with his project of converting all sorts of Hollows. That's when she dared come up.

[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.

[tattooedreaper]

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