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dear_mun2012-11-17 09:45 am
scienceshow) wrote in dear_mun2012-11-17 09:45 am
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So, you believe your friend had an ulterior motive for recommending that piece of fiction, do you? Whatever made you think that?
[All. The sarcasm. EVER.]
Please, mundane; how do you think I feel? I was enjoying a nice respite from the ridiculous workings of your feeble human mind, only to be dragged back out from my precious lab to the sight of all these drab heroes running around.
[It's just one, Szayel, shut up.]
It's one too many, and yet another individual you will not allow me to experiment on. Honestly, I'm surprised you wouldn't want me to crack his skull open to see where all those 'head gods' come from.
[A pause.]
...also, mundane, if I am to be present again, even if only on occasion, I demand that my expressions be fixed. Immediately.
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...
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Most appropriate reaction.
Ah, this is the best thing about the internet: so many different copies.
[He extended a hand out to Yu.]
Well then? How would you like to be my specimen? I can promise to return your corpse to your loved ones in presentable condition.
[What he does with it before then... well...]
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[Short, simple, to the point, and don't make him show his other self... that would not be pleasant.]
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[Oh you humans. For a moment, Szayel actually looks offended that you wouldn't agree with him, before he reached up, adjusting his glasses.]
A pity. It was my understanding that humans were more agreeable when presented with the illusion of a choice. A shame that is not the case.
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[Human? You insult one half of him. He stands his ground physically, at least. Though with his power, that may very well be an illusion as well.]
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Oh really?
[Yu. Yu stahp. You don't want to catch his interest.]
And what else are you capable of seeing?
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[Nope, sorry. He is not answering... because while he does not have the intel skills like Rise and Kanzeon... yeah. He can tell he'd have been way over his head not even eight months ago.
Honestly, if he were so curious about that he could just ask his mun. One of his headspace mates found out the hard way.]
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Others are incapable of coming close to my level of intellect, so why bother assuming anyone would be capable of even the most basic logic?
[...and suddenly with a burst of static, he's behind Yu, close enough to make anyone uncomfortable, whispering in his ear.]
Besides, I could always cut the information I desire out of you if I wanted to.
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[Yes, that's really all he has to say to that. Someone must be surrounded by those who don't even match up to Adachi (yes, he went there). As for the sudden closeness, he doesn't even blink. His eyes merely narrow. ...Was he used to people doing that, maybe?
Either he's a fool for not even reacting to the sonido, or he has nerves of steel.]
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[...total lack of reaction? Well that was no fun. Still, if he wasn't going to move, then he was going to slip a hand on his shoulder then. Obviously a demonstration of the fact that he was quite serious was in order...]
IT'S A TRAP...
The illusion smirks before disappearing and reappearing just out of reach in the blink of an eye. Oh, the joys of learning a few of Izanagi and Izanami's "tricks."]
FFFFT
[...what even. Surprise registers on Szayel's face for a moment, fingers threading through fog and Yu's residual spiritual presence...]
[...and cue the maniacal laughter.]
Fascinating! Spacial distortion coupled with auditory and visual manipulation! These are far beyond the capabilities of most humans.
>8D
Is it? I never noticed. [Oh, the sarcasm. At least he gave something to chew on for now.]
XDD
[Szayel rolled his eyes; lets leave the sarcasm to the professional genius, shall we?]
Of course, now all that's left is to find the real you...
[There was a sneer on his face, focusing on the trace amounts of spiritual presence he had observed, what it felt like locked into his head. Even if it was from an illusion, a person could not conceal their little spiritual "stamp" when it came to their abilities...]
[...unfortunately, the only thing he could sense was the "person" in front of him, which had already proven itself a fake.]
[...what the hell...?]
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He still isn't very effected by that sneer as he watches, waiting. Just for any sign of recognition that he likely would not be finding the person he was looking for.
...and he smirks.]
Confused?
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...this is not possible.
[Seriously, there was no way people could just... feel differently from their powers. That wasn't physically possible; there was always trace amounts of spiritual power left behind, thick with a person's unique signature...]
[Mundane, stop laughing, he's trying to think!]
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[He's waiting, self-professed genius.]
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[Stupid little ignorant br--]
[...]
[Wait. Why the sudden formal speech?]
[Szayel narrowed his eyes at that. Oh, clever. So very clever. He flung his senses out, trying to sense someone with a different presence in the vicinity.]
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The illusion snaps its fingers the moment he senses that. Shoot; he's been found out already? Talk about a buzz kill. At least, that is what a certain Jester would say.]
Change.
[...Did his spiritual presence just change again?]
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[He almost had it, a faint glimpse of someone out there... and it was gone as soon as the illusion said "Change". He let out an irritable noise, glaring death at the illusion.]
You are going to force me to hunt you out in a method I do not like...
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Believe me; you do not wish to find the true self.
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As if that were enough to deter me...
[He did so hate having to resort to violence, but sometimes smoking someone out was the only way to win. He settled into a stance... before flinging blasts of bala all around him, not really caring what he hit.]
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Enjoy the Thunder Reign, though.]
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[...ow.]
[No, seriously. Ow. His hierro was weak as it was; suddenly having lightning coming from a source he did not analize crashing down on his head wasn't helping. Son of a fucking--!]
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...But considering everything my "mundane" has put me through, I'm actually inclined to agree with you. My sympathies on your continued existence. Que lástima.
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Well then, it is about time we finally found something we agree on, Quincy.
[...there might be the sound of a ❤ in his voice. Some habits just never die.]
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Very true, of course...
[...and oops. Sudden Octava invading your personal space.]
Is there anything else we can start agreeing upon...?
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No.
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[...ow, his nose. Honestly, Quincy; why his lovely face?]
That was hardly an appropriate response.
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I disagree.
See? The comet has passed, and everything is back to normal.
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And you are as insufferable as ever...
[...what did that dark skinned twit call them? Ah, yes.]
...Glasses Boy Number Two.
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Don't blame me; I'm not the one that came up with it.
[Clearly because he has the superior glasses.]
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Like I remember his name; humans are all the same to me.
[CASUAL SHRUG]
He did keep babbling about how 'spirits are always with you' though. Quite annoying.
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Well I'm not second to anyone. - Or a "Glasses boy".
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Need I remind you of how our confrontations always end?
[...and he'll just be reaching out, tapping those nice little glasses of yours lightly. You know, unlike you, he doesn't actually need his to see.]
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With your ruined clothing?
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And your stomach smashed.
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