It's my very little wonder
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spira_rpIt had taken L some time to recover from his thrashing from Ulquiorra. Ulquiorra still wouldn't speak to him, and blanked him entirely when he ran into him. L knew he deserved no more, or no less.
He still got headaches, and he felt dizzy if he worked for too long at a computer. That had slowed him down, that, and having to re-establish his communication network from scratch in and around Rabanastre. Several of his key informants were missing, and most likely dead, and L wasn't sure if the Ryoka had found them, or someone else, and the really frustrating part was that he wouldn't be able to find out.
He'd kept a close eye on the comings and goings and activities in Daguerro, however, even while he recovered. He had good reason to, and now, finally, he would have the opportunity to devote his attentions further afield of the place, because he was finally able to move the 'package' he'd been keeping an eye on.
There was another there, that another party had been sent to collect, but this one was L's alone to deal with, not least because anyone else would probably just kill him.
L had been forced to make the last leg of the trip personally to bring his guest under Khamja's roof. There was space for him, at last. L hadn't been present when Aizen's request to claim Orochimaru's labs had been denied, and he wished he could have been, but L had got his request in before Aizen had even returned from his own trip to Midgar. He could be a flagrant opportunist, when he had to be.
L sloped in through the main doors, ushering his guest in before letting them close. Personal effects weren't an issue, at least. Most of what the other man considered important had already been retrieved, and L had a few details he wanted the man to elaborate on for him as soon as they got the opportunity.
"Your laboratories are this way," L said, indicating the direction they needed to head.
He still got headaches, and he felt dizzy if he worked for too long at a computer. That had slowed him down, that, and having to re-establish his communication network from scratch in and around Rabanastre. Several of his key informants were missing, and most likely dead, and L wasn't sure if the Ryoka had found them, or someone else, and the really frustrating part was that he wouldn't be able to find out.
He'd kept a close eye on the comings and goings and activities in Daguerro, however, even while he recovered. He had good reason to, and now, finally, he would have the opportunity to devote his attentions further afield of the place, because he was finally able to move the 'package' he'd been keeping an eye on.
There was another there, that another party had been sent to collect, but this one was L's alone to deal with, not least because anyone else would probably just kill him.
L had been forced to make the last leg of the trip personally to bring his guest under Khamja's roof. There was space for him, at last. L hadn't been present when Aizen's request to claim Orochimaru's labs had been denied, and he wished he could have been, but L had got his request in before Aizen had even returned from his own trip to Midgar. He could be a flagrant opportunist, when he had to be.
L sloped in through the main doors, ushering his guest in before letting them close. Personal effects weren't an issue, at least. Most of what the other man considered important had already been retrieved, and L had a few details he wanted the man to elaborate on for him as soon as they got the opportunity.
"Your laboratories are this way," L said, indicating the direction they needed to head.
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Date: 2015-01-13 10:44 pm (UTC)Being referred to as a 'Specimen' irritated him, but he kept a lid on that enough to keep his Chakra from flaring noticeably.
It wasn't because the term dehumanised them, it was because it reminded him of the appalling photographs of a half-flayed Behemoth he had once caught a glimpse of in his mother's research. He shouldn't have been looking, but the sight of that creature, huge and known for its ferocity, lying motionless on a slab and covered in tubes and wires, skin peeled back and flesh pulled apart, midway through some horrific process that necessitated evil looking metal pins being shoved directly into the bones of its hands had stuck with him.