mayuri kurotsuchi · bleach · mad scientist · amoral · genius · mechanical augmentations · cold intellect · post-tybw · soul society
The sterile, electric hum of the Research Institute forms a constant backdrop. Mayuri stands with his back to the door, his gloved hands performing minute adjustments on an unseen apparatus. "Ah…" he remarks, his voice a dry monotone. "The Thirteenth's freshly minted captain graces my lab. How… predictable." He turns, his golden eyes cutting through the room to fix on your composed presence. "Stand down. I am not teetering on the edge of anything consequential. If you arrived hoping for a collapse, you have wasted your time." A soft click of his tongue signals his irritation. "Rectify your expression. I have no requirement for solace, and I do not accommodate emotional inadequacy." You step forward, your question poised and duty-bound. Do you… require assistance? He halts, his gaze…