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[cinghialefedele]

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Observing him...? For just how long, he wondered, idly, though, he supposed someone as generally odd and mysterious as Val likely operated on a similar wavelength as perhaps Szayelaporro; readily revealing he always knew more than anyone could predict. He didn't doubt it, as the other spoke more, of their lack of affiliation, of reporting to Aizen direct, or whichever Espada so called on them.

Tesla didn't find himself to be anything of note, so he was indeed curious about what Val could possibly have found interesting enough to observe past his title, birth placement, and the Espada he had sworn his life to.

Honestly, it's something Tesla wishes to inquire about, but he's cut short by Val's... honestly amusing laughter. Single brow raises, and he leans in, curious.

"Oh? What's so funny? I thought we were doing formal introductions?"

His nose scrunches briefly, reflexive, and his head tilts, attempting to view the shorter Arrancar's face.

"...I hear you're something of an informant. What's that like?"

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a chill sent down his spines .

thank Aizen he have his mask covering them . otherwise the faces of disgust would have been shown , but their body language is quite apparent with the light startle and taking a step back .. better to stay away until further notice ..

his body stayed firm in place right after moving away taking a step back , bubbles bubbling inside their jar head and beneath the white mask with little holes in them . sleeve on sleeve , just like his usual stance . standing within the dark and the shadow of their own palace . their emotions currently cannot be read with the mask in the way of interacting and conversationing .. which has always been something they aren't very keen on doing , in fact they hated it , hence why they hid themselves inside such big dark maze like palace . no one can bother him here .

but he was going to go out -- to look for food , the food in their system were running out , he needs more to keep evolving and survive . and here he was , met with this arrancar .. what was the name again ? they don't want to bother remembering nor bother reminding themselves with it .

what could he want from them ?

" .. what do you want ? "

the lower toned voice spoke from within the mask . if he have to converse more with others .. they'll probably resort to just make Aaroniero talk for another the entire day to make things easier and so they won't get targeted on for having such a voice some may call 'silly' , he is already seen as weak enough .

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[cinghialefedele]

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Tesla exhales sharply through his nose, a sound bordering on amusement. Loly and Menoly were almost a unique sort of nuisance, even in the volatile environment of Las Noches. He wasn't surprised that Val had a particular distaste for the girls, as well.

"...I suppose, yes, they're definitely a particular flavor of companion that I can't quite understand. They're useful in their own rights, though, but how Lord Aizen chose them may be eternally a mystery to me. ...Not that it bothers me."

Clear intentions. It sits with Tesla for a moment. Did most people really just speak to Val to get info out of him or to him? How boring... how...rude.

"...Thank you. I believe the sheer amount of games played between our kind can be rather tiresome, is all. It's best to be transparent in some cases, rather than conniving."

A roll of his shoulders, and Tesla's head tilts.

"...Are you happy, doing this job? Or is there something else you wanted to do...?"

[nihilistic-bat44]

The espada blinked, was that.. a response? He wasn't expecting one, he thought he was completely alone. He looked around, until a shorter orange-haired male arrancar came into his view. And he thought he was the shortest guy in this place.. His brows twitched downwards slightly, he didn't recognize this person, which was odd, he usually knew everyone who resided in las noches.

His head tilted to the side, he didn't respond to the arrancar right away. He just.. stared for a moment. Thinking. Why hadn't Lord Aizen told him about this new comer? Was he even allowed here? Was he a threat? He didn't know and it gave him slight agitation, although it would be hard for one to tell due to his facial expression never changing.

Finally, he decided to speak, if this person was a threat of any kind, he needed to take care of it as soon as possible.

"Yes. My name is Ulquiorra Cifer, I am ranked the fourth Espada in Lord Aizen's army.. and who might you be?"

He asked, a normal arrancars tone would come off as suspicious or curious.. However Ulquiorra's simply came off as monotone and blunt.

Without waiting for a response, he decided to speak again, this time with his hand resting on the hilt of his zanpakuto, preparing for anything.

"Are you lost? Or.. new here perhaps?"

"Hm. What a strange feeling.."

Ulquiorra could be found roaming around aimlessly within the halls of las noches. He had completed all of his tasks for the evening. He didn't understand why he was just walking around doing nothing instead of going back to his corridors.. he believed he was experiencing.. an emotion.. for the first time. Said emotion being boredom. He had never experienced this before, and it caught him greatly off guard.

"What do I even do about this?"

He asked to nobody in particular, hearing his own voice echo for miles.

[cinghialefedele]

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[cinghialefedele]

A joke? Tesla doubted it, though feels no reason to press further. He simply observes the other, watches his movements, noted his words. It didn't take a genius to know Val wouldn't tell him everything, but why was always a bit confusing to Tesla. He doesn't think he'd ever understand those that preferred to keep their secrets between themselves and their Shinigami overlords.

But he also understood that within the volatile environment Aizen had fostered within the walls of Las Noches, there weren't many if any to be trusted, even among their own kind.

"Becoming an informant? Me? Lords, no, I wouldn't want a title like that even if it made me an Espada. I'm...more than happy as My Lord's Fracción. I was just interested in hearing about your responsibilities."

A stoic nod, as Val explains his obligation to divulge secrets to Aizen. Noted not to be trusted, Tesla continues as politely as always.

"I see... and you update Lord Aizen by taking up court with him, or do you inform his right or left hands and they pass along your findings?"

@dirtymist cont. from here:

Observing him...? For just how long, he wondered, idly, though, he supposed someone as generally odd and mysterious as Val likely operated on a similar wavelength as perhaps Szayelaporro; readily revealing he always knew more than anyone could predict. He didn't doubt it, as the other spoke more, of their lack of affiliation, of reporting to Aizen direct, or whichever Espada so called on them.

Tesla didn't find himself to be anything of note, so he was indeed curious about what Val could possibly have found interesting enough to observe past his title, birth placement, and the Espada he had sworn his life to.

Honestly, it's something Tesla wishes to inquire about, but he's cut short by Val's... honestly amusing laughter. Single brow raises, and he leans in, curious.

"Oh? What's so funny? I thought we were doing formal introductions?"

His nose scrunches briefly, reflexive, and his head tilts, attempting to view the shorter Arrancar's face.

"...I hear you're something of an informant. What's that like?"

[nihilistic-bat44]

"I see.... Arrancar Diecenueve.."

Ulquiorra mumbled to nobody in particular, giving the Arrancar before him a small nod of approval. His hand no longer resting on his zanpakuto and now rested by his side once more. He still did not understand why he wasn't informed of this Arrancar, as it was keen to keep track of everyone coming and going to and from las noches, but he did not want to dwell on the past.

He found Val's voice to be intriguing, he had never heard of such a voice before. Infact, he did not know such a voice could even exist in the first place. But today, he was most certainly proved wrong. And now, he wanted to know more.. but he wasn't the kind of guy to just start asking questions out of nowhere, so perhaps he'll have the opportunity later along the line.

"The nearest arterial hall? That would be this way."

He turned towards the direction of the hallway, his small hand which connected his five slim fingers, nails painted black, twitching as he pointed towards it.

Turning caused him to take a few steps, his boots echoing louder than they should. It was still eerily quiet, the only source of noise being from himself and Val.

"Allow me to show you. These hallways are constantly changing."

It wasn't like Ulquiorra to show those he didn't know around randomly. Hell, he wouldn't even show other Espadas around unless ordered. But, there was no doubt that he was curious about the man, whether he admitted it or not. Usually, he would label other arrancar or fraccion as unimportant, but this one was much different.

"Hm. What a strange feeling.."

Ulquiorra could be found roaming around aimlessly within the halls of las noches. He had completed all of his tasks for the evening. He didn't understand why he was just walking around doing nothing instead of going back to his corridors.. he believed he was experiencing.. an emotion.. for the first time. Said emotion being boredom. He had never experienced this before, and it caught him greatly off guard.

"What do I even do about this?"

He asked to nobody in particular, hearing his own voice echo for miles.

[nihilistic-bat44]

As Ulquiorra led Val down the hallway, he decided to unusually break the silence.

"So, what exactly is up with your voice, anyway?"

He asked bluntly, he had no regard of how his tone sounded like, as that's just how he always talked. Most people considered him rude, which was true in some cases, but not all.

Ulquiorra held the belief that if he cannot see it, hear it, smell it, touch it, taste it... Then it did not exist. Which is why Val's voice was so.. intriguing to him. In a way, he didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to believe that such an interesting being was behind him, walking and breathing on the same ground as he was. There was another emotion that was bellowing confrontation.. curiosity. And he hated every second of it.

He blinked profusely, trying to regain his usual thought process once more. This whole emotion thing had him weirded out, maybe that damn Sexta had really corrupted his mind this time... and now it's affecting how he interacted with others. But alas, his thoughts returned to normal, referring to them as irrelevant.

His fingers tapped along his side, it was something he did out of habit. He would ask why Val was interested in the arterial hall of all places, however he had already asked enough questions. The one previously being 'enough' in his book.

Ulquiorra continued to look ahead, his gaze strictly locked in front of him. He didn't bother turning his head to check on the shorter arrancar following him, he trusted that he wouldn't try anything funny.

"Hm. What a strange feeling.."

Ulquiorra could be found roaming around aimlessly within the halls of las noches. He had completed all of his tasks for the evening. He didn't understand why he was just walking around doing nothing instead of going back to his corridors.. he believed he was experiencing.. an emotion.. for the first time. Said emotion being boredom. He had never experienced this before, and it caught him greatly off guard.

"What do I even do about this?"

He asked to nobody in particular, hearing his own voice echo for miles.