Szayel paused with a cup to his lips as the newcomer entered the room. He'd felt the new person come in; they all had, and Szayel had suspected something was going on when his request, or to be wholly accurate, Aizen's request, to take over Orochimaru's laboratories was denied. Szayel was still bitter about it; he'd wanted those labs, and instead they'd been promised to someone else.
It hadn't been the Ryoka, that much had become very quickly clear, and Szayel didn't imagine that Kurotsuchi would have need of a laboratory in the Desert Palace when he had the entirety of Draklor under his command.
Not knowing who might be taking them had irritated him as much as the fact that it wasn't himself, and he'd bitched to Luppi about it when he found out he wasn't getting them. Poor Luppi, at the time, had been a captive audience, stuck in the infirmary.
When L had returned with a new reiatsu signature in tow, Szayel had come to his conclusions, but had been too busy to go and nosy at the time. He'd come for his evening gossip with Luppi, the preferred topic today being the nature of Nel and Ulquiorra's mission with all of the Ryoka, when he'd felt the new reiatsu signature approach.
The man was old, or at least, as old as Szayel's parents, which was Szayel's bar for 'old', with bad posture, long hair that looked like it was that way out of a lack of care rather than as a style choice, glasses, and the faint whiff of stale cigarettes followed him.
Szayel narrowed his eyes, watching the newcomer over his cup.
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Date: 2015-01-13 07:08 pm (UTC)It hadn't been the Ryoka, that much had become very quickly clear, and Szayel didn't imagine that Kurotsuchi would have need of a laboratory in the Desert Palace when he had the entirety of Draklor under his command.
Not knowing who might be taking them had irritated him as much as the fact that it wasn't himself, and he'd bitched to Luppi about it when he found out he wasn't getting them. Poor Luppi, at the time, had been a captive audience, stuck in the infirmary.
When L had returned with a new reiatsu signature in tow, Szayel had come to his conclusions, but had been too busy to go and nosy at the time. He'd come for his evening gossip with Luppi, the preferred topic today being the nature of Nel and Ulquiorra's mission with all of the Ryoka, when he'd felt the new reiatsu signature approach.
The man was old, or at least, as old as Szayel's parents, which was Szayel's bar for 'old', with bad posture, long hair that looked like it was that way out of a lack of care rather than as a style choice, glasses, and the faint whiff of stale cigarettes followed him.
Szayel narrowed his eyes, watching the newcomer over his cup.