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Date & Time: July 27, throughout the day
Location: The city streets
Characters: Halibel & YOU
Summary: Halibel brooding and being introspective. Clearly this means someone should talk to her!
Warnings: None expected

Another day inside the cage. When would it end?

Civilian life throughout the city marched on despite the rising number of "transports". At any moment, Halibel could've found herself interacting with someone familiar as well as unwanted. It was only a matter of time, she thought. Could she come face-to-face with a slain Espada? Perhaps the human known as Ichigo? Or what about Aizen himself? Until such a moment came, she would only be concerned with the present and nothing more.

Halibel walked through the streets, taking note of her surroundings and the city inhabitants. She never stayed in one place for too long, preferring to move from location to location after several minutes. It was not the first time she had toured the city. With that in mind, what was there to gain from such repetition?

Perhaps she was simply looking for a distraction. Something that would take her mind and thoughts away from what had become a much more extended displacement, as well as the growing futility of escape.

[ooc: action or prose, take your pick and I'll match it!]

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Halibel could only stare at Marco after he had asked his question. Had there been any real purpose to being asked that? Or was this just an astonishingly poor attempt at humor by her supposed 'roomate'?

"I do not know."

"Enough to break the ice."

He winced, that was bad. Hopefully the charming grin made up for it.

Halibel just... stares at him some more. While she understands the joke and the intended humor, she simply doesn't find it funny. "You thought it necessary to tell me that?"

"I thought it necessary to talk to the roommate who's pretty much never home," Marco said with a shrug. "Last I checked in wars you want to make allies. Or something. And hey, since we both don't really have a choice on this one it doesn't hurt to get someone on our sides, you know?"

She never 'home' because she didn't need any of what had already been provided for her. The type of food humans ate was of no use to her, and she was willing to sleep by herself and under the stairs rather than on top of a bed. Perhaps others would've thought it strange, but it was to be expected from someone who was... unfamiliar with her.

"Allies." She had always stood by the simple idea of strength in numbers. The weak making themselves strong and extending their own life by banding together.

"You would not prefer someone more similar to you?"