[The transmission clicks on to a heavy wave of crackling static. Not much can be made out for a good minute or two, before there's the clear sound of footsteps shifting over concrete and gravel. The static grows worse as they get closer -- but when the footsteps stop, the static clears and everything becomes deathly silent. Then:]

That's better.

[His voice is oddly calm, gentle, somewhat soothing. Another wave of intense static interrupts the transmission.]

Much better.

[More static, and then the line goes dead.]

( OOC NOTE. )

I always did enjoy the number 16.

(the shuffling of fabric, and then the sound of metal scratching down against concrete)

It happens to be very similar to the number 6, after all.

(more scratching of metal against concrete)

Perhaps they even complement one another.

(ooc: lmfao aizen's in your purg, fucking with your heads :') this might seem random, but really, it's a hint to the fact that he gets his powers back in sixteen days.)

Isn't that interesting.

Ah, but it would seem I have a job, at least. It's always nice to make one's self useful, after all.

( Private to self//Unhackable. )

Well, it certainly does get busy around here.

( Private to self//Unhackable. )

( Private to Duke//Unhackable. )

[The transmission cuts into the sound of quiet shuffling over hard gravel and concrete, followed quickly with the sound of the tip of a blade being drawn casually along said concrete. A pause, more shuffling, and then a voice:]

Mm. Back here again, then?

... I suppose it's no surprise, though I was beginning to wonder if my last experience here had been nothing more than a colorful -- albeit entertaining -- dream.

I stand corrected.

Assuming that the rules of this world have not changed, it appears I have quite a bit of work to do.