Research Notes: o24.

[unresearched]

I admit my guilt over the most recent hospital admission

Comments

[i_foraneye]

You've been busy, I see.

The likelihood of Soul Society come running to pick up after their foot soldiers is relatively high.

[OOC: BATSHIT SZAYEL. FOR THE WIN. ♥]

[unresearched]

My actions in Las Noches are not my actions here, you know.

Ah, but they were sent without Soul Societies knowledge. Though I suppose they would hate to lose the substitute...

As long as they leave her behind.

[ooc; he's been too calm and bored lately, he just needs something to pick him up. wounded Ishida seems to do that. >>]

[i_foraneye]

Nevertheless, the results are the significant portion of the matter.

I find it difficult to believe that their appearance here had no links whatsoever to Soul Society, as disorganized and divided a fiasco as it is.

To whom do you refer?

[OOC: XDD I think wounded anybody would do that, really. As long as Szayel has something to poke and prod and study reactions off of. >>;]

[unresearched]

When returned, I'll be sure to carry it out, then.

So they'll send others and further weaken themselves. It does not matter to me.

Who else could it be?

[ooc; he does like to poke. :3 and he's being sneaky-- her is actually two people. fufufu.]

[elquincypasado]

I'm sure no one expects one such as you are to feel guilty about it.

[unresearched]

The father forgives, then?

[elquincypasado]

The father cares not, Octava. Should I forgive for something that is deserved?

[unresearched]

How cold, Quincy. Your only child, nearly dead at my hands, and you say it is deserved?

[henkonasuisho]

If anyone would of guessed you would of felt guilty, then they don't know you in the slightest.

That?

[OOC: *this is what she gets for having poly on a restore session button moment* but if he goes back he comes back even cockier... or in a bottle if KT ever gets to it.]

[unresearched]

Some still fail to understand.

[ooc; heh. Szayel loves dragging you about, doesn't he? xD; I just- I really want him to whine about Pesshe and Dondochizzle. :x]

[henkonasuisho]

Some just are hopelessly optimistic.

Though you still haven't given an answer to my inquiry.

[OOC: ...don't make me sic mokona on him. A mokona who needs to meet nel and then later on, get her drunk. >_>; ...you mean the sword out of the pants thing?]

[unresearched]

More fool them.

That, what?

[ooc; nuuu. D: stick with Nel, stick with Nel! ...that's the one.]

[thunderwitch]

He's mine, goddamnit

What a good job you seem to be doing.

[unresearched]

Don't start whining, Thunderwitch.

[thunderwitch]

None of that was whining.

[unresearched]

Hence why I said don't start.

oh hay commentlog?!

[anti_buttons]

[ When he finally wakes, from a sleep long despite the lingering pain because of drugs and exhaustion, it isn't a slow, calm coming-to. It's disturbed, because something initiated it, and he makes a sound His eyes open onto a haze, because of course he isn't wearing his glasses. ]

... Nngh?

lol, Octava all up in your hospitals

[unresearched]

[He blamed it on his curiosity. He'd done this to the Quincy, that much he knew-- no one would have interrupted his fight. No one who would have lived, at least. But the shinigami and the boy before him both insisted they'd pushed him far enough to release, and looking at the injuries now, he could tell he'd been pushed beyond simply using his clones. So it was his curiosity, because he wanted to know why without living it himself. Not yet, at least. Not while he could savour the aftermath of the attack like this. He didn't bother looking at the Quincy; his back was enough of a message, as had been waking him up.]

Your father is a curious one.

oh noez. hospital is FAIL

[anti_buttons]

[ The voice is enough, and before Ishida can begin to locate his spectacles, he tenses. Everything becomes rigid, more strain on another scar, and Ishida is no longer in the least groggy. He forces himself to remain calm, to squint to his right and left, to locate and place his glasses, to look up at the Espada's back. It won't matter. If the Octava will kill him, he will, and it's not something he'll bother fearing. Really. ]

Do you think so?

[ His voice is hoarse, cracked; he clears his throat ]

I'm inclined to disagree.

not as much fail as Ishida, buuuuuurn

[unresearched]

[He allows himself a smirk, a small incline of the head to the side. The Quincy is weak and it's his doing, will be his doing-- and he's here to enjoy that. To lord it over the pathetic Privaron and to reassert his number for himself.]

Perhaps you have known him so long his nature is as much his as it is yours. I trust you've been taken care of?

[snide comment to harmless question, go!]