Who: Ulquiorra and OPEN. When: Any time really. Where: The halls of the TARDIS What: We shall see Warnings: Ulquiorra is incredibly dangerous and rude to those he believes are less superior than he is. High chance of combat unless you want to add someone he might actually talk to.
The Espada had walked the halls of the TARDIS since his arrival, and was yet to claim a room of his own. If he ever sought rest, he would find a place to settle and remain hidden from the rest of the ship. After all, he knew there were people hunting for him. And as much as no one would see it, he was trying to refrain from killing anyone as best he could. Besides, he was yet to find someone who could match him.
He reached out to touch the cold metallic walls of the corridor was he walked, his pale white skin standing out as if he were a snowstorm in humanoid form. Cold and unforgiving. His white clothing was immaculate, his posture tall and strong, but those eyes. Those strange, piercing green eyes. They were almost entirely void of emotion. The only emotion that seemed to linger was despair. True, raw despair. In a sense, that was who he was. Just like each of the other Espada symbolised something.
Stopping at a room, he opened the door and looked inside. It looked like a gym of sort, although somewhat hastily put together. And someone was there. Ulquiorra fixed his eyes on the figure and just watched them silently.