Log C - What Dreams May Come
Characters: Orihime, Szayel
When: March 15th, 2009
Where: Szayel's Realm
Rating: PG
Summary: Orihime has all of her gear ready to go, and only needs to make Szayel and his fraccion sleep. But when it all boils down to that crucial moment, will she have the heart to drug the Espada she considers her friend?
"Grantz-san, I'm here!"
Orihime's voice piped up cheerfully over the sound of bubbling mixtures and the hum of various machinery. It seemed like there was always something new or different about Szayel's laboratory, and she stood in the doorway for a moment as she always did in order to adjust her eyes to the change of lightning. Once she'd settled, she walked inside with a pack slung over her shoulder.
True, he hadn't ASKED her to come visit, and she wasn't due for testing until next Thursday. But the unexpected drop-in wasn't all that unusual for her; she popped up rather frequently to check on Uryuu, or brew a pot of coffee for Szayel and either watch him work or chat him up for the sake of his company.
But for all her smiles and pleasantry, she was nervous on the inside. Orihime was reluctant to hurt anyone, and while drugs didn't cause any pain, it still seemed awfully underhanded to use it on Szayel. Supposing Aizen was angry with him for allowing Orihime to take advantage of him like that? He'd been brought back to life once already, and probably on terms that he remain very, VERY loyal.
No, she couldn't fret about that now. If he did get in trouble, then Orihime would encourage him to run. She'd shelter him as she would ANY of her friends, be they human, shinigami, or Arrancar. This was all just a part of the plan. But...where was the scientist, anyway? It was too much to hope that he might be asleep already, she knew he was very busy. He was unlikely to take a break unless she could talk him into it. "Grantz-san?" she called out, searching for the tell-tale sign of his bright pink hair.
(OOC: THERE IS NO LOG B! So don't look for it, it got skipped.)
When: March 15th, 2009
Where: Szayel's Realm
Rating: PG
Summary: Orihime has all of her gear ready to go, and only needs to make Szayel and his fraccion sleep. But when it all boils down to that crucial moment, will she have the heart to drug the Espada she considers her friend?
"Grantz-san, I'm here!"
Orihime's voice piped up cheerfully over the sound of bubbling mixtures and the hum of various machinery. It seemed like there was always something new or different about Szayel's laboratory, and she stood in the doorway for a moment as she always did in order to adjust her eyes to the change of lightning. Once she'd settled, she walked inside with a pack slung over her shoulder.
True, he hadn't ASKED her to come visit, and she wasn't due for testing until next Thursday. But the unexpected drop-in wasn't all that unusual for her; she popped up rather frequently to check on Uryuu, or brew a pot of coffee for Szayel and either watch him work or chat him up for the sake of his company.
But for all her smiles and pleasantry, she was nervous on the inside. Orihime was reluctant to hurt anyone, and while drugs didn't cause any pain, it still seemed awfully underhanded to use it on Szayel. Supposing Aizen was angry with him for allowing Orihime to take advantage of him like that? He'd been brought back to life once already, and probably on terms that he remain very, VERY loyal.
No, she couldn't fret about that now. If he did get in trouble, then Orihime would encourage him to run. She'd shelter him as she would ANY of her friends, be they human, shinigami, or Arrancar. This was all just a part of the plan. But...where was the scientist, anyway? It was too much to hope that he might be asleep already, she knew he was very busy. He was unlikely to take a break unless she could talk him into it. "Grantz-san?" she called out, searching for the tell-tale sign of his bright pink hair.
(OOC: THERE IS NO LOG B! So don't look for it, it got skipped.)