Experiment 001 - Specimen Collection

[omnomspecimens]

Who: Szayel Aporro and all his victims guests.
Where: In the park, with some logs going to the lab in the community center.
What: Collecting and experimenting on new specimens~
When: RIGHT NOW! idk; some time while it's daylight.
Warnings: MUCH MAIMING AND NASTINESS! Refer to the OOC note below.

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[idkmybffchappy]

Rukia was walking in the park because well, she needed to get out of her apartment. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but she just didn't want to be closed in too long. So walking around before going to work was a good idea.

But then she was passing by an odd tent. The lack of creativity made her want to laugh, almost. She caught a glimpse of who was behind it all and her joking tone turned serious.

"What is it that you think you are doing?"

[omnomspecimens]

Szayel had been keeping himself in the tent, so to hear Rukia's voice was a bit of a surprise. Not totally unexpected, but still a surprise. He peered out of the tent, keeping himself shadowed enough so the difference in his appearance would not be immediately apparent.

"Care to come in and find out, Kuchiki Rukia~?"

[idkmybffchappy]

"No." Last time she allowed (well didn't really allow. More like caught her off guard) the male to get close to her, he kissed her (while sucking the life out of her). She wasn't going to make that mistake again. There was no reason to approach him as long as the Espada was not actively hurting people.

[omnomspecimens]

"Hm... such a pity. It seems your sense of justice is off today," he replied, his tone airy as he slipped back into the tent. There was a small shuffling sound, before he continued, "I suppose that means I will be able to conduct my business in peace... unlike what happened with Kurosaki Ichigo..."

...of course, he was not going to let her get away without pressing a few buttons.

[awaiting_spring]

Now that Himawari was gone, Hatori didn't really know anyone else on the island and the appointment that he had set up with Preston was the only thing that Hatori really had on his schedule. But he wasn't going to just sit around the house, he had been trapped in Sohma house too long to do something like that. So instead Hatori wandered towards the park, unaware of the tent or the arrancar that lingered there. Though once he reached it was curious as to what was going on.

Holding the book that he had brought to his side, Hatori walked up to the tent deciding to see what was going on; even though he had no interest in having a doll made.

[omnomspecimens]

Ah, excellent; finally someone foolish daring enough to enter his tent. The inside was rather plane -- just a table with some fabric and other sewing supplies and two chairs; nothing overly special. Szayel, however, was resplendent in his resurrección form, his budded wings compressed tightly within the small confines of the tent, so as to keep them from bursting out.

"Welcome~" he purred, a small smirk coming to his face as he motioned to one of the chairs. "Please, have a seat."

[awaiting_spring]

Looking around his gaze was directed at the man that had addressed him, it reminded him of tents that one would see at carnivals that usally alluded to fortunes. "Alright." Hatori took a seat, setting the book down infront of him, "I was curious since I haven't seen this here before."

[omnomspecimens]

"I'm afraid I'm rather new to the island," Szayel replied, waving a hand dismissively. "I see no need to pause my trade just because of a change in location."

He favored Hatori with another smile as he approached. "You would like a doll, of course~?"

...Those sewing supplies are bait, aren't they?

[idioteques]

There was something... wrong about the tent, something beyond its hideously gaudy design. Adjusting his glasses, Uryuu walked over to the sign, skepticism rising. The idea of a doll in his likeness brought up some particularly painful memories of his stomach being crushed like a balloon, and he had no desire to repeat the experience. Given Salkia's nature, it was more likely than not the abode of some ridiculous circus clown, but he wanted to be certain. Perhaps he was paranoid, but in his opinion, better safe than thoroughly sorry.

"...Is inquiring within entirely necessary, or would it be possible for us to talk outside?"

...maybe. >>;

[omnomspecimens]

Quincy.

Szayel smirked, folding his arms over his chest as he shuffled close to the entrance. Clearly he would need to play his cards carefully; surely the boy would not be stupid enough to fall for the same trick twice.

...or, no, he was probably giving him too much credit.

He cleared his throat, adding a bit of a scratch to it as he spoke, disguising his voice:

"The light hurts my eyes, young man. It's best for me to conduct my business inside."

CAUGHT!

[idioteques]

Uryuu frowned, still highly skeptical.

"If you'd like, I can come back after dark. I would arrive at an early enough time that you would still have sufficient room left in the day to do your work."

He was beginning to feel somewhat foolish- in all likelihood, the voice on the other side of the flap did belong to some poor parlour magician with an eye condition. If that was the case, he would apologize for his demands, get the doll, and promptly let it collect dust on an apartment shelf. If the situation did turn out to be less than optimal... He would most likely have to fight, though with any luck, not alone.

*SNICKER*

[omnomspecimens]

Szayel rolled his eyes; being cautious now, Quincy? Funny how imploding someone's stomach sucked the bravado out of them. Ah, well; he would just have to work harder at his performance.

"I'm afraid I may have someone collect me before then..." he bemoaned. "There are so few interested in my trade..."