Ulquiorra scanned the interior as they entered, but said nothing.
Zexion would be impressed; he knew that before he heard him try to talk, and fail. It was not often, in Ulquiorra's experience, that Zexion was lost for words.
He kept one hand in his pocket, the other stabilising his bag, and pressed on, sticking close to Zexion. Daguerreo was rampant with the ghosts of reiatsu, some more ingrained into the surroundings than others, and over the top of that was the fuzz of Mist, belonging to no one, but playing tricks on perception. It was hard to identify any single individual from the noise, right now.
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Date: 2015-01-28 08:40 pm (UTC)Zexion would be impressed; he knew that before he heard him try to talk, and fail. It was not often, in Ulquiorra's experience, that Zexion was lost for words.
He kept one hand in his pocket, the other stabilising his bag, and pressed on, sticking close to Zexion. Daguerreo was rampant with the ghosts of reiatsu, some more ingrained into the surroundings than others, and over the top of that was the fuzz of Mist, belonging to no one, but playing tricks on perception. It was hard to identify any single individual from the noise, right now.