Mar 18, 2011 20:28
[Kurotsuchi is in his lab again. There's no reluctantly-living subjects in sight, though - just the man's zanpakutou, laid out on the counter.
The wrapped hilt, normally a bright yellow and pink- is halfway blackened, frayed. The thin gold spikes are entirely missing. The guard is melted, distorted, the protruding hook misshapen. The blade itself is almost entirely gone, only an inch or so of metal remaining. And even that much is rusted over.
It is, essentially, not in good shape.
A number of solutions are scattered around, and what's left of the sword is covered by a faint layer of kidou. Despite this, Kurotsuchi doesn't seem to be working on it, just looking down at it, tapping slowly at the countertop with a finger. After a few moments, he moves away, still expressionless.]