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[notacontractor]

[Have an Ulquiorra on the second level. He's found himself a place to stay... An abandoned and falling apart opera house downtown. He's standing on the middle of the stage, hands in his jacket's pockets as he gazes at the air in front of him. He's silent as he lifts up an arm and snaps his fingers. There's a strange flicker in the air where he had

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[sealedbowsavior]

!!!

Hey, careful! Are you all right!?

[notacontractor]

Like I have told the other trash, I am fine.

[sealedbowsavior]

Hmph. You don't look very fine, buddy. What were you trying to do?

[notacontractor]

Go home.