Szayel, ignoring his guests, opened a small fridge in the back of the infirmary. It was the sort that would be used for samples, and storage, but the top shelf of this one was filled with neat rows of capped syringes. He took one out, seemingly at random, and swung the door shut, holding the syringe in his teeth as he went to go and perch on a stool and roll his sleeve up.
He had his tricks. As a scientist, it went with the territory, and as an Arrancar scientist, some of his tricks were intensely useful.
He inserted the needle into the vein of his injured arm without delicacy, and pushed the plunger steadily in until the syringe was empty. Then he closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, a smile drifting onto his face.
He removed the needle after a moment, and then something washed down over his arm, looking a little like magic, and yet not at all like magic usually did. He flexed the fingers of his injured hand, and then used it to re-cap the empty syringe and deposit it into the bin.
Then he tossed his head and ran his fingers through his hair a few times.
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Date: 2016-05-19 07:10 pm (UTC)He had his tricks. As a scientist, it went with the territory, and as an Arrancar scientist, some of his tricks were intensely useful.
He inserted the needle into the vein of his injured arm without delicacy, and pushed the plunger steadily in until the syringe was empty. Then he closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, a smile drifting onto his face.
He removed the needle after a moment, and then something washed down over his arm, looking a little like magic, and yet not at all like magic usually did. He flexed the fingers of his injured hand, and then used it to re-cap the empty syringe and deposit it into the bin.
Then he tossed his head and ran his fingers through his hair a few times.