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He reconstituted from a cloud of black dust. No sooner had a form shown signs of winged-humanity, that it was consumed by black and green spiritual pressure. It bent in on itself and with a final rush, dissipated, showing a man of average height and muscular frame walking towards the desk; a lone piece of parchment and quill it's only decoration. Ulquiorra Schiffer had died once, his second death at the hands of Ichigo Kurosaki. With his pale hands deep within the pockets of his white hakama, he pondered the possibilities behind this: his third artificial life.

State your full name.
He slowly withdrew his hand from his pocket and reach with black finger-nails, towards the quill. It jerked from his grasp. His hand froze in its prior action as his mind calculated the quill's purpose in moments. He grunted and slipped his hand back in his pocket. It responds by verbal command, he clarified to himself. 'Ulquiorra Schiffer, Fourth Espada.'

1. What is your favourite cheese? Why is it your favourite?
'Cheese? I do not consume human dairy bi-products. I have a simpler palette. I feed off of high spirit energy, like most Hollowes. That is the way of the Arrancar.'

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
His melancholic stare narrowed infinitesimally. Carrottop. 'Ichigo Kurosaki,' he said quietly.

3. What time is it where you are?
'I would not know, nor do I care.'

4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
'Love, hearts ... You humans are always so quick to speak of such things. As though you carry your hearts in the very palms of your hands. But this eye of mine perceives all. There is nothing that it overlooks. If this eye cannot see a thing, then it does not exist. That is the assumption under which I have always fought. What is this "heart"? If I tear open that chest of yours, will I see it there? If I smash open that skull of yours, will I see it there?'

5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bar-tend, in the dark.
'Perhaps, "Hueco Mundo".'

B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
'My opinion still stands, my answer has not changed from whence I gave it to question 4.'

C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
He deliberated for a silent moment. 'It's a menial task, someone has to do it. Such bemoaning would sooner see your spine being torn through your throat. Where humans are concerned, there is always excess work, which means room for improvement - if that's biologically possible. Such trash. Now, you've bored me long enough with your meaningless questions.'

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
'Hmm.' Ulquiorra lifted his hand from his pocket and pointed his index finger towards the wall. He stared at a particular focal point only known to him, then a brilliant green light flickered into being, it let off rays of its light and then in a tremendous bolt it streaked across the space - a brilliant, uninterrupted beam of green spiritual pressure - and hit the brick wall. An almighty explosion rocked the room, the brick fell and once the dust settled it showed a gaping round hole in the wall of the sorting room, and if the viewer looked carefully, they could follow the trajectory through the hole it left through tens of trees and see water from the black lake raining down to a settling surface. Ulquiorra slipped his hand back into his pocket as if it what he had done was nothing more extraordinary as tying ones shoelaces.

6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
Ulquiorra lifted his hand to his eye and dug it out, he stretched out his full hand over the desk and squeezed his eye until it crumbles. He then opened his hand and let the multicoloured dust pile on the desktop, sounding like rain on a tin roof. When Ulquiorra lifted his gaze the eye had regrown, as if he had not just torn it from its socket. 'If that is of no consequence to you, I do not care. I have no item that I am in so much a need to get rid of that I would pawn it off to some human trash.'

"I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. U. Schiffer.
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. U. Schiffer.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. U. Schiffer.
One day, Lord Aizen will rule the world. U. Schiffer."