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iinore.
he didn’t always immediately pick up on the most subtle things, and more often then not he was guilty of making choices that weren’t … well, favorable. nevertheless, it was a common misconception that his intelligence was subpar. nnoitra’s eyebrow twitched now, eye narrowing even further ( was that possible? ) —- was szayel playing him for a fool? ‘ y’makin’ fun of me? ’
a deliberate eye roll made his indifference, and his growing irritation, to the octava all the more obvious. ‘ tch. i don’t give a shit if people like me or n— ’ he came to a crashing halt in his speech as szayel continued to run his mouth, and it wasn’t long before a mixture of pure disgust and astonishment flooded over his face. his mouth twisted at the awful grin spreading over the other’s lips. ‘ oi, what the fuck’s your problem? y’know what? this was a waste of my time. i’m leavin’. ’
‘ oh, so soon ? what a pity and i was horribly lonely before you came over. you know, dissecting things that have no hope in fighting back gets tedious after a while, especially after their tongues are removed. ’ he was messing with the quinto, mentioning this feature explicitly. szayelaporro saunters a bit close, finger tapping against the exposed portion of forehead twice before flicking outward.
‘ mmm, what to do, what to do ? ah- know ! ’ the limb then reaches towards the other, fingers splayed out in welcome. ‘ don’t go, oh please, don’t leave me by myself the grand and formidable quinto espada, nnoitra gilga ! kuku- is that more your speed ? a blushing belle rather than a promiscuous whore ? ’
vaingore.
an espada? how curious his fate was. albeit unfortunate, szayelaporro’s ringing laughter was quite the irritant, such dramatics and embellishments, byakuya had no interest in it and he hardly saw what was so entertaining. whether or not it was the arrancar’s intent to battle was not clear, regardless, he would wait until he was truly threatened to draw his sword. this had always been his form in battle, a meticulous art of analysing and responding in kind.
“you have not made it clear what you mean by game, espada.”
‘ ah- so you will play ? wonderful it’s not too difficult, i assure you-- just a children’s game. nothing a captain shouldn’t be able to handle. ’ his voice has an air of mocking hidden behind the sickening effervescence of his tone. szayelaporro’s hands clasp together momentarily-- the researcher staring on, then away at a spot in the ceiling through his lashes, before the explanation begins. ( if only the other knew: he’d never been a creature of total caprice. )
‘ perhaps you’ve heard of it, where children hide and one must find their target. made of the hider and the seeker-- escondite. ’ ( hide and seek ) and he raises a finger. ‘ however, for one such as you we have to make sure you will not become so easily bored, so how about we make it of the five senses, los cincos sentidos. ’ as emphasis the octava raises the pointer on his other hand also, pressing the two together.
‘ i believe i was incorrect before, about you agreeing so willingly but now it is no longer your choice. i’ve also become tired of explanations and will tell you the rules as we go, hm ? however, i’m generous and will give you the first turn as ‘seeker’. now-- ’
‘ ready-- set. . . ’ hands part, snapping in the air and pitch black settles on them. ‘ go. ’
kiraahachi.
IT’S BEEN HOURS— perhaps a full twenty-four— and she’s heard nary a footstep down the pristine halls of the monstrosity she’s come to know as Las Noches. Contemptuously unaware of the time that waxes and wanes, she’s no idea just how long she’s been confined— she presumes at least two weeks ( perhaps more )— though she’s not ignorant in regards the barbaric pressures lurking through the halls ( Sōsuke had mentioned AT LEAST eight Vasto Lorde upon her arrival ). In the least he’d told her he’d attend to her personally and when he was unable, he’d send Kaname, and thus far it had seemed to be so: not one other soul has approached what she’s assumed to be under lock and key.
Settling back down into the plush of her duvet, she waits. It’s all she can do: WAIT. Sōsuke’s ‘visits’ were often short, strained by emotions neither of them outright displayed in such tense conditions and MOROSE as though he wanted to stay longer but could not— it was an ugly thing, this arrangement, caught between her heart and her resolve. Still, she waited; she was not foolish enough to hoist herself from these barred windows and come face to face with an EMPIRE she’d no idea the strengths or numbers ( alongside the affirmation she’d given him to stay put, regardless of how infuriating a request that may have been ). But the click-clack of the marble floor doesn’t sound familiar— in fact, it sounds devious, if such a thing were audible via footstep alone— and she can tell by the weight distribution it is neither Sōsuke nor is it Kaname.
HELLOOOO~ … The voice rings out from beyond the door, reaching the inner the entrance, and she can make out the silhouette of a man— lanky and smooth. He’s one of them, one of the chosen she feels ‘round Sōsuke’s morning briefing and end of the day roll-call, a highly ranked hell-beast— she’d heard them called ESPADA ( she knew no other information than this, that they were hand selected as the COURT GUARD, war machines oiled at the hands of their conductor ). Whatever this one’s rank and file, whatever this one’s specialty, whatever his intentions, one thing was GLARINGLY simple: he was not welcome here— nor was he permitted.
“Did you expect a welcome wagon?” already his voice has singed a nerve, breaking the silence in an almost sickening saccharine— he’s presented himself with an unbearable diction in all but a few short syllables, “Surely you must be aware that you risk punishment for being here— or are you so uncivilized that you cannot comprehend such things?”
‘ that’s quite the welcome as is ! ’
he immediately can tell: he likes her sharp and piercing eyes the most, as if he were the very scum of the land. how delightful. his hands meet each other in a muted clap for her grand observational skills- indeed, it was rather foolish of him but, that pesky curiosity still proved to be quite the adversary. ah well, szayelaporro then links his hands ‘pon the small of his back, taking the remaining steps forth that places him inside at the doorway’s entirety.
( a small thing, wasn’t she ? it was almost amusing, that such a large secretive identity was wrapped in a package like what exists before him. ) in fact, he was so delighted with it the disobedience immediately becomes justified to the researcher’s mind. ( how unfortunate it would have been if he had not found anything marked up to this caliber. ) immediately, the octava begins to analyze, watching carefully for anything and everything about her as lips move freely, his speech purposeful in its arrangement.
‘ yes but, you understand the interest of who could be behind this door was simply killing me. ’ so he had used his skills as a scientist to figure out the way to permitted entry is all.
‘ naturally, i’m not a fool-- i’ll accept any punishment that comes my way from aizen-sama without so much as a complaint. but my, what a fascinating discovery, to think that his ‘esteemed guest’ is such a minuscule woman of a captain. ’
iinore.
disgust immediately pulled over his lips as they lifted in a sneer, the corners of his mouth curling downward. he was no stranger when it came to stepping foot into territory laden with obscene and indecent comments and gestures, but when anything was directed toward him in an air that didn’t seem at all like a joke ( most of all from this man in particular ), he couldn’t help but to feel what had to be death crawling through him. nnoitra could see the noticeable change in szayel’s expression, to which he could only scoff at and turn his head.
‘ oi. say that shit t’any one but me. i’ll beat your fuckin’ ass. tch, other strengths. i knew it was a bad idea, talkin’ to you. ’
‘ no need to be so violent, but-- i have to say your eloquent way of threatening is as thrilling and enchanting as ever. ’ mockery laid like a thin sheet underneath his words, szayelaporro’s arms crossing over his chest in faux modesty. ( like a blushing maiden, one riddled with virginal sweetness !! )
‘ if you speak so harshly all the time people will be hesitant to like you. luckily for you however, it does not have an effect on me in the slightest ! in fact-- ’ and he indulges into the game further, allowing eyes to shift lazily with that same smile still stretching the corners of his expression.
‘ please, go on and tell me you hate me some more ~ ’
iinore.
@fornicara.
‘ the strength of my cero’s gotta be partly ‘cause of my tongue, too. huh? what d’ya think? ’ it was a joke, a surprisingly subtle innuendo. any salacious comment that seemed to haphazardly fall from his mouth with no thought was always a joke, but little did nnoitra know, he had said it to the wrong person. of course, he knew exactly what kind of person szayelapporo granz was, which was why he made little effort to be in his vicinity for long, nor did he bother trying to familiarize himself with the lower - ranked espada on an overly personal level. now, he was just talking to talk, making an offhand comment to anyone that was nearby. MISTAKE.
the slip in the octava’s direction, could it be considered. . . freudian ? how absolutely humorous !! a shimmer takes to his eyes as lascivious smile spreads ever so with fingers pulling through long bangs, their pink strands falling all too daintily and readily to his face. ( even this was an exaggerated movement, entirely laced with purpose. )
‘ oh ~ ? and is that all it’s good for ? a cero-- i wonder about its other strengths as well. ’
you are commanded not to touch this room-- feh, of course with such an order he’d become all the more inclined to do so. he wasn’t necessarily disobedient ( he’d leave such brutish behavior up to nnoitra ), no, not in the slightest. truthfully, he rather found aizen’s leadership divine, impeccable to say the least.
however, there was always a pestering curiosity in the back of the researcher’s mind, gnawing steadily like the long, measured steps he takes, traversing the hall quietly as arm remains folded across abdomen and other hand perches unto his mask. ( the makeshift glasses couldn’t fall off- it was habit above all. ) szayelaporro finally comes to the place that had been indicated before, amber eyes analyzing it in its entirety before laying gloved hand to it.
protected-- nothing too difficult however, ( if he wasn’t mistaken, it seemed the intent was more to hide the presence of reiatsu. ) this could mean any number of things that could be considered in depth later or realized now. he knocks for the humour of it, lips spreading into a playful:
‘ helloooo ~ ? ’ although, the glimmer fails to reach his eyes, before allowing himself inside.
( @kiraahachi )
carnagefated.
` … I suppose I am. `
‘ hah ? aren’t you supposed to say something like ‘no i’m not mister, good day’ and then head along on your confusion ? the naivety of children is truly endearing, luckily for you i have no ill-intent. ’ ( or use for her, would be more pertinent. )
‘ i’m afraid however, what you’re looking for is most likely nowhere around here, this isn’t where little girls should be lurking about. ’
why are you trying to jack my swag, magenta-pink bitch
‘ ah, and you would be who ? judging by your clothes alone, i’d say some sort of detective from the 1890′s, only in appearance of course i’m not a fool- what an outdated aesthetic. ’ his tone comes out fluidly, mocking canter like second nature.
‘ sorry to disappoint you, but i have no interest to be caught copying someone like you, wouldn’t you say instead you’re copying someone more advanced like myself ? ’
Repulsive
‘ how generous of a compliment, however. . . ’ head tilts lightly, his arms clasped securely behind at mid spine. ‘ it appears have nothing to say in return. ’
‘ reborn over and over-- again and again from the ashes to thrive then return to this simple step, eternally, perpetually. it is such a foolish affair, to be fearful of anything this world has to offer when it can very well be conquered, tamed. death is not my end but merely a part of my life cycle ! do you not see ? that is what is meant by the perfect being !
art credit.
' my, my- what do we have here ? a child. . . are you lost sweet girl ? ’
( @carnagefated )
vaingore.
“It seems you are not merely ill-mannered but uninformed also. very well, i will explain this much to you, my haori is that of a captain’s,” a certain sense of irritation emerged, still, the smooth marble of his face did not betray an inkling of his thoughts.
‘ captain ? did i hear that correctly ? ’ a rhetorical question naturally, of course he had. however, someone of that caliber, ah-- imagine what could be done !!
‘ ku-- ’ the corners of szayelaporro’s lips twitch ever so, each convulsion taking smile wider and wider until he’s dissolved into robust laughter. ‘ kuhahah - AHAHAHAHAHA !!! A CAPTAIN, LUCKY, LUCKY~ ! ’ a sparkle, a downright GLIMMER resides in the amber of his eyes. ‘ then i must insist on a game after all, how absolutely rude of me, have forgiveness ! ’
with a flourish he presents himself, lithe frame turning into an exaggerated bow. ‘ szayelaporro granz, octava espada-- please do well to remember it ‘oh great captain’. ’ it was already a play, how fun.
vaingore.
“what purpose would it serve to share such information with you? i don’t imagine you are in a position to make requests.”
‘ my, my-- what a serious face, is that so ? then tell me nameless shinigami, what position am i in ? i’m enthralled for you to share your insights. ’ sarcasm- sharp and sweet from the octava’s poisonous tongue.
‘ would it help if i introduced myself, oh, let me guess ! you’re not much of one for names, ‘i couldn’t care less’, is that it ? ’
vaingore.
“such a game would not last long, i must refuse the offer.”
‘ ku ? is that so, how about a wager then. . . ah, my apologies-- who are you exactly ? name and title please~ ’
iinore.
‘ ooooo~ how quaint, so someone with power is it ? come for a little visit, a game ? ’
( @vaingore )