{oo1}

[violentlolita]

{Her writing is flourished, pretty and looping. She's bored and giving a little too much thought to the aesthetics of her script.}So I guess it's finally time I started writing in this thing, seeing as how there's not much else to do here. Especially since my latest task wasn't exactly challenging

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[tigre_pinzas]

Emocar's here.

1/2

[violentlolita]

Shit. Way to ruin my day.

Although...

2/2

[violentlolita]

Cirucci wonders why he's here.

Have you spoken to him at all?

[tigre_pinzas]

From what he said or didn't fucking say, he ran away. Never pegged him for a coward.

[sacredscience]

You?

This region grows more mysterious. If I'm mistaken, you were dead. I'm going to make the assumption that you're from another chronological locale?

[violentlolita]

Fucking shit.

And you.

Obviously I'm not dead if I'm here moron. And I don't know if I'm from a different ~chronological locale.~ That depends on when you got here.

{ooc: Strikes are her venting. She scribbled them out immediately.}

[sacredscience]

How fortunate.

You'd know nothing about universal travel or time-space distortions. I could be from another universe entirely, for all you know.

She seems bratty enough to be the same.

{ooc: Strikes are barely visible and small italic texts are thoughts.}

[violentlolita]

Tch. All right. So you may be right about the alternate universe thing. I'm clearly alive, after all.

[morethanamask]

Don't know about seamstresses, but if you don't want to buy off the rack, might I recommend the five-finger discount?

Oh yeah, and Ggio mentioned in his journal that you're like him. So I figured that was my cue to say hi.

[He drew a little picture of himself waving, complete with motion lines for his hand.]

[violentlolita]

I'd rather wear something that was stitched especially for me rather than some ugly factory-made thing from a store. Though if I did opt for something ready-to-wear, tch, like I'd actually spend on money on it.

We're alike in species and not much else. Who are you?

ohai I know you~ >3

[pedraojo]

[There's a few, uncharacteristic medium-sized blotches as he's scanning the reiatsu in the area and contemplating who's writing; his own handwriting is in neat print, slanting slightly to the right and giving slight tails to the ends of his letters.]

I shouldn't be surprised that a Privaron is here.

OMG IT'S YEW.

[violentlolita]

Contrarily, I'm absolutely flabbergasted seeing you here.

{ooc: Omg, I must've been on hiatus and missed your intro post or something. Glad to be RPing with you again! ♥}

♥♥♥♥♥

[pedraojo]

Is it really that surprising?

[ooc; Even though we technically never had Kairi and Cirry talk to begin with, but shhh, that's okay. ♥ But yessss, it's so good to be around again~]

[violentlolita]

It is, actually. Cirucci can't help but wonder what could've possibly happened to make Ulquiorra leave Aizen-sama's side.

{ooc: LOL Even so. Shush. XD}