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spira_rp2013-03-03 10:31 pm
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I can't let anyone interfere
Since the day Midgar had fallen, L had been busy.
He'd salvaged everything he could from Shinra's computers, had broken into their security systems, and had quietly and systematically erased all trace of Aizen and the Arrancar, if not outright prevented them being noticed in the first place. Orochimaru's death had been a footnote to his day; he'd barely left the computer except to inform the relevant people.
The following days had been similar. L had slept little, picked over sweets and extremely sweet tea, and divided his time between actually going through all the information he'd taken from Shinra, making arrangements to have someone brought to the Palace, and trying to find out more about the Ryoka and his allies that Grimmjow's party had run into.
The Ryoka were always an anomaly that popped up on his proverbial radars and then dipped under them again with some degree of frequency. He'd mostly heard about Nel's team's encounter from hearsay around the Palace, but he'd looked into it regardless.
From the reports it seemed there was at least one new one among them, but what really had L trying to track them down was the possibility that this one hadn't been encountered before because he was the Ryoka mentioned in Shinra's science and technology division's files. He made a thoughtful noise and bit his thumb as he read over the information about the Ryoka that Shinra had got their hands on. It seemed they hadn't managed to hold onto him for too long, but they'd still managed to gain some potentially useful information.
To hand that information over to Aizen or not, now that was a question. Aizen may want it, and it would certainly be useful for the Arrancar since they kept running into Ryoka, and this one in particular had managed to keep pace with Ulquiorra, who was highly ranked among them, but some bone deep part of L was reluctant to just hand Aizen useful information. It wasn't a question that required an answer now, however; Aizen was still away, and would be for some time yet.
The Berserker and his allies had moved on to Rabanastre, for the time being, but L couldn't be sure if they planned on staying there or moving on once travel got back to normal with the disruption to the airports. He needed to get in touch with his Rabanastre contacts to find out more.
His hand drifted away from his mouth as he reached for the sweets he had on his desk. They were little biscuits, in the shape of animals, and L picked one up and bit its head off without taking his eyes from the screen.
He'd salvaged everything he could from Shinra's computers, had broken into their security systems, and had quietly and systematically erased all trace of Aizen and the Arrancar, if not outright prevented them being noticed in the first place. Orochimaru's death had been a footnote to his day; he'd barely left the computer except to inform the relevant people.
The following days had been similar. L had slept little, picked over sweets and extremely sweet tea, and divided his time between actually going through all the information he'd taken from Shinra, making arrangements to have someone brought to the Palace, and trying to find out more about the Ryoka and his allies that Grimmjow's party had run into.
The Ryoka were always an anomaly that popped up on his proverbial radars and then dipped under them again with some degree of frequency. He'd mostly heard about Nel's team's encounter from hearsay around the Palace, but he'd looked into it regardless.
From the reports it seemed there was at least one new one among them, but what really had L trying to track them down was the possibility that this one hadn't been encountered before because he was the Ryoka mentioned in Shinra's science and technology division's files. He made a thoughtful noise and bit his thumb as he read over the information about the Ryoka that Shinra had got their hands on. It seemed they hadn't managed to hold onto him for too long, but they'd still managed to gain some potentially useful information.
To hand that information over to Aizen or not, now that was a question. Aizen may want it, and it would certainly be useful for the Arrancar since they kept running into Ryoka, and this one in particular had managed to keep pace with Ulquiorra, who was highly ranked among them, but some bone deep part of L was reluctant to just hand Aizen useful information. It wasn't a question that required an answer now, however; Aizen was still away, and would be for some time yet.
The Berserker and his allies had moved on to Rabanastre, for the time being, but L couldn't be sure if they planned on staying there or moving on once travel got back to normal with the disruption to the airports. He needed to get in touch with his Rabanastre contacts to find out more.
His hand drifted away from his mouth as he reached for the sweets he had on his desk. They were little biscuits, in the shape of animals, and L picked one up and bit its head off without taking his eyes from the screen.
no subject
Ulquiorra closed his eyes against the voice in his head, and the sickening urge to do so much more harm that twisted in his stomach. Nel's voice and hand barely registered, and he spared her only a brief glance.
Stay out of this, he thought, in response to both of them. Then answered, to L, “You're my only family,” he hesitated for a second, before letting L go, slowly, and watching him drop to the floor, weak, and only just conscious, “and I am not like you.”
He turned, putting his hands back into his pockets and ignoring the call for his attention coming from inside his own head. The Hollow wanted to talk, but it could wait, for now. He left L on the floor, and didn't look back as he slipped away from Nel in a deft movement and headed off in the direction of his room.
He needed time to think.