[It's certainly a time for Ulquiorra to be out and about -- though here, that works just about anytime, considering all Hollows are most at home in the night and with minimal signs of life roaming about; this week in particular, though, he moves both more stiffly and more deliberately through shadow, watching those moving through this strange mortal plane with flat eyes.
Not unlike a snake, or other reptile, for all that his Resurrección should be anything but. It's mundane(?) business that brings him to Rembrandt's doorstep at this point, though, the faintest jingle of keys in his pocket.
Were he a more community-minded person, or at least a more this-community-minded person, Ulquiorra would have been a bit more diligent about unlocking the city for general accessibility. But for now:]
It still isn't much of a church. [sure, insulting the grounds go] For you, I have an idle question.
[Well, this is after his meeting with the Lady, which presumably Rembrandt knows about by now. He's not at pains to beat around the bush, like, ever.]
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Not unlike a snake, or other reptile, for all that his Resurrección should be anything but. It's mundane(?) business that brings him to Rembrandt's doorstep at this point, though, the faintest jingle of keys in his pocket.
Were he a more community-minded person, or at least a more this-community-minded person, Ulquiorra would have been a bit more diligent about unlocking the city for general accessibility. But for now:]
It still isn't much of a church. [sure, insulting the grounds go] For you, I have an idle question.
[Well, this is after his meeting with the Lady, which presumably Rembrandt knows about by now. He's not at pains to beat around the bush, like, ever.]