Ulquiorra looks back at Yammy who is struggling back to his feet. "Dammit Ulquiorra...you never let me have any fun" Ulquiorra despised working with Yammy. "We are not here for that, we are here because Lord Aizen has witnessed an oppurtunity. Now stop being so rash, it almost hurts to call you an Espada." Ulquiorra then turns and begins walking away. "I have other business to attend to. Yammy..." His unflinching gaze upon the other Espada. "Do not dissapoint." with that Ulquiorra vanishes from sight. Yammy grumbles "That bastard..."
BACK IN LOS NOCHES
Szayel paces in his lab. "Dammit, dammit, dammit...why do Lord Aizen send me? This task requires a ...subtle touch and he sends Yammy!? Inconceivable." He sits down in a chair and looks at his Fraccion, his personal guard all geneticaly modified quasi-arrancar. "Perhaps you'll be of more use today hmmm?"
Zommari Leroux floats in meditation is his room.
Coyote Starrk is asleep in his quarters, snoring loudly.
Tier Hallibel walks the sands of the dome in Los Noches with her fraccion, remaining quiet while the three bicker.
Aaroniero Arruruerie waits within his own building in near-total darkness.
In a grand throne room, Baraggan Louisenbairn sits atop a throne of skulls before his large fraccion who await any command he might give.
Nnoitra Gilga walks around the halls kicking a stone forward with each step. He misses once and screams "DAMMIT!" Swingigns his large figure of eight scythe into the small rock, shattering it and most of the hallway before walking away spiining the overly large weapon around.
Grimmjow is sitting on the outside of a building, looking up at the artificial sun of the dome.