[For the whole week, there's been a sense of apprehension about the hotel. And even after that message from the Apprentice, even he had been feeling a little unsettled, albeit for entirely different reasons. But regardless, the real game was about to start and he wasn't about to go halfway. And if he didn't want to get caught, then it's important to not leave evidence behind, right?
So that's why Rean Schwarzer is wandering around at ass o'clock at night in a fucking bath towel.
After picking out his target and tracking Szayel from a distance as best as he can, he decides to make preparations for his trap, moving over to the outer courtyard and transforming partially to spin a ball of sticky silk. After some time, he manages to make something of a lure and crawls up further into a tree, keeping a hold of the line.
Now, to wait. If he sees Szayel passing by an entrance though, he'll make a bit of an extra effort to rustle the tree to make some kind of noise to draw attention.]
[Szayel is a scientist and, despite what Kurotsuchi Mayuri says, he is a damn good one. And one of a scientist's most important tools is observation. And as a Hollow, he endured several lifetimes of fleeing desperately though the moonlit desert, hiding from larger predators while taking down the weak as prey, all in the name of survival.
TL;DR, Rean Schwarzer you are about as subtle to him as a brick to the face.
However, the clever actor that he is, he gives no indication that he knows he's being watched, being stalked, being hunted.
He does find it curious that he wasn't affected by the unnatural sleep that took everyone else. He senses a soul outside in the cold and chooses to investigate.
He sees the footprints in the snow and hears the rustling in the trees, leading to what appears to be a slick, golden ball.]
It honestly should strike him that he's really in over his head with Szayel; the fact is, despite being able to feel the beat of his footsteps on the ground, he hasn't been able to sense him any other way until he came into sight and made himself known through his voice. And maybe there's a part of him that recognizes that, but he's already made his move now: if he was discovered like this, he'd be hunted down anyways and he does have to eat, so.
There's nothing to do but to jerk his end of the line to send the ball swinging forward at Szayel, aiming for the man's chest.]
[Everyone has to eat. Szayel can't fault anyone a need to feed.
He could easily move. A quick burst of Sonído and he could be up in the tree with his sword at the creature's throat. But he doesn't. Instead, he allows the golden ball to thwack him square in the chest, sticking firmly to his puffy parka]
What is this? [he pokes it with a finger. His glove gets stuck and he has to pull it off to free himself] Sticky. Eugh. My parka is ruined...
[That's... okay that's not quite the reaction he was expecting. But then again, Szayel wasn't exactly normal to begin with, so it was probably too much to think otherwise. He hesitates for about half a second before he moves to skitter down and-- oops.
That may be a towel falling down from his waist to possibly land on Szayel's head, unless he ducks out of the way.
Although right now it's probably less waist and more like where his torso is attached to the body of a spider which makes his guarded expression all the more obvious as he kind of just hangs onto the line and stares down at Szayel, not ready to make a move yet.]
--Ah? [there's a towel on his head. He shakes it off, then he's confronted with a naked spider-taur. There is a brief moment of surprise, but only brief. He pushes his glasses up] Mr. Schwarzer, you're looking fairly arthropoid this chilly morning. [his smile is unsettling and unpleasant] It's a good look.
[he puts a hand to his chin, looking up] I don't recall "Spider Monster" being one of the roles in traditional Mafia... [he shrugs, completely nonchalant] But there's so many iterations, so I may just be behind the times...! So... I assume I am about to meet my end?
[Yeah, definitely taking it way too well. Seeing Szayel's smile only adds to the unsettling feeling that he's the one who ran straight into a trap. Still, he can't back down now that he's already revealed himself, so trap or not... there's only one way forward.]
Well, unless you've got some sort of trick up your sleeve, then yeah, I'd say that's the way it's going to go. I'd also ask if you have any last requests, but any of those might be kind of hard to do in my position, so I'm sorry about that. I'll make it quick, though.
Mm. No tricks. I simply do not fear death -- I have transcended it. [he shrugs, utterly and completely calm in the face of what is surely his imminent demise] Last requests...? Well... how about questions? I have two.
[he holds up two fingers and puts them down as he verbalizes them;]
Number one -- why choose me? I'm ever so curious about the logic involved there, if there was any... did you and the other members of the mafia simply draw a name out of a hat? Ah, if there ARE other members... but this is an awfully big group for just one.
Number two -- Were you trying to cover your shame with that bath towel, my dear boy? Because you know... males of the order Araneae actually use their pedipalps to... mmm.... inseminate~ the larger, more aggressive females~ You know. Those things on your face. [to accentuate, he puts his fingers up by his mouth, miming a pair of pedipalps, and licking his lips lewdly]
[He hangs there patiently as Szayel speaks. There's a number of things he can say in response to the first point, but how much he wants to say is the real question. The fewer the information leaks, the better, and he's still not entirely sure if this whole thing is a trap or not. And beyond that, there was something to be said about having allies--
[Alright no, he is not thinking about this. Nevertheless, he feels his cheeks heat up and he only barely manages to keep himself from dragging his hands down his face and groaning in embarrassment. As it is though, he already looks like he's dying on the inside as he starts moving to spin some silk around Szayel's body, the blush never leaving his face.]
Okay, I think Q&A time's over. [He is not looking you in the face right now Szayel, holy shit. Just gotta keep paying attention to making a nice cozy silk cocoon yep!! Nothing else and especially not what's on his face!!!]
[Szayel laughs, loudly, unhinged] Oh!! So you didn't know! Aaaahahaha!! Delightful!! Just delightful! But come on... can't you at least answer my first question?
[he wiggles a bit in the silk, then licks his lips again] Ohhhh~ So tight. Wrap me more, more...!
[Maybe this could be called karma for going and murdering someone but this is still just the worst??? Why the fuck is this happening, he just wanted a nice meal in peace. At this point though he's basically prioritizing getting as much web in Szayel's face so he can gag him because please shut up]
[wow that is the worst lie!! webs don't make any noise!
Well, Rean succeeds to a certain extent -- the silk does keep him from talking any more.
But you know what you can still do with your mouth covered?
Moan.
Oh, and moan he does! SO LOUDLY. SO GROSSLY. It is the most sexual noise ever heard by spider-taur ears. Bet you wish you were deaf like an actual spider now, huh.
He may want to wrap this up sooner rather than later. Pun intended.]
[they can make the air vibrate, that's good enough!!
But yes. He really does just want to get this over with, so he can just go to sleep and pretend this never happened. This is the absolute worst ahhhhhhhhh
So after about a few minutes, he finally gets enough webbing around so that Szayel's more or less stabilized. Eyeing Szayel's throat, well... honestly, he's actually feeling vaguely disgusted at the idea of biting into this guy, but there really isn't much of a choice at this point. So he goes for it, trying to make good on his word to kill Szayel quickly by digging his fangs into his jugular before injecting as much venom as he can.]
[He lets out a muffled gasp when the fangs sink into his neck. The venom burns like fire, then tingles as it eats away into his body. The last thing Szayelaporro is conscious of is the interesting sensation of his organs liquefying within him. His breath quickens, gurgles, then stops, and the man goes limp in his golden cocoon, dying with a smile on his face. The sword at his waist crumbles to dust inside the silk coffin.
The venom does quick work, and the resulting Arrancar-slurry is tasty! But... there's some sort of... weird aftertaste. Something acrid? Maybe bitter? It's so faint, it's hard to tell.
Either way.
Szayelaporro Granz is dead, the first victim of the Resort's Mafia game]
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So that's why Rean Schwarzer is wandering around at ass o'clock at night in a fucking bath towel.
After picking out his target and tracking Szayel from a distance as best as he can, he decides to make preparations for his trap, moving over to the outer courtyard and transforming partially to spin a ball of sticky silk. After some time, he manages to make something of a lure and crawls up further into a tree, keeping a hold of the line.
Now, to wait. If he sees Szayel passing by an entrance though, he'll make a bit of an extra effort to rustle the tree to make some kind of noise to draw attention.]
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TL;DR, Rean Schwarzer you are about as subtle to him as a brick to the face.
However, the clever actor that he is, he gives no indication that he knows he's being watched, being stalked, being hunted.
He does find it curious that he wasn't affected by the unnatural sleep that took everyone else. He senses a soul outside in the cold and chooses to investigate.
He sees the footprints in the snow and hears the rustling in the trees, leading to what appears to be a slick, golden ball.]
Well, isn't that curious?
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It honestly should strike him that he's really in over his head with Szayel; the fact is, despite being able to feel the beat of his footsteps on the ground, he hasn't been able to sense him any other way until he came into sight and made himself known through his voice. And maybe there's a part of him that recognizes that, but he's already made his move now: if he was discovered like this, he'd be hunted down anyways and he does have to eat, so.
There's nothing to do but to jerk his end of the line to send the ball swinging forward at Szayel, aiming for the man's chest.]
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He could easily move. A quick burst of Sonído and he could be up in the tree with his sword at the creature's throat. But he doesn't. Instead, he allows the golden ball to thwack him square in the chest, sticking firmly to his puffy parka]
What is this? [he pokes it with a finger. His glove gets stuck and he has to pull it off to free himself] Sticky. Eugh. My parka is ruined...
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That may be a towel falling down from his waist to possibly land on Szayel's head, unless he ducks out of the way.
Although right now it's probably less waist and more like where his torso is attached to the body of a spider which makes his guarded expression all the more obvious as he kind of just hangs onto the line and stares down at Szayel, not ready to make a move yet.]
It's my web. ...You're taking this pretty well.
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[he puts a hand to his chin, looking up] I don't recall "Spider Monster" being one of the roles in traditional Mafia... [he shrugs, completely nonchalant] But there's so many iterations, so I may just be behind the times...! So... I assume I am about to meet my end?
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Well, unless you've got some sort of trick up your sleeve, then yeah, I'd say that's the way it's going to go. I'd also ask if you have any last requests, but any of those might be kind of hard to do in my position, so I'm sorry about that. I'll make it quick, though.
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[he holds up two fingers and puts them down as he verbalizes them;]
Number one -- why choose me? I'm ever so curious about the logic involved there, if there was any... did you and the other members of the mafia simply draw a name out of a hat? Ah, if there ARE other members... but this is an awfully big group for just one.
Number two -- Were you trying to cover your shame with that bath towel, my dear boy? Because you know... males of the order Araneae actually use their pedipalps to... mmm.... inseminate~ the larger, more aggressive females~ You know. Those things on your face. [to accentuate, he puts his fingers up by his mouth, miming a pair of pedipalps, and licking his lips lewdly]
1/4
...Wait what?]
2/4
uh.]
3/4
...
one pedipalp twitches in response.]
fini
Okay, I think Q&A time's over. [He is not looking you in the face right now Szayel, holy shit. Just gotta keep paying attention to making a nice cozy silk cocoon yep!! Nothing else and especially not what's on his face!!!]
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[he wiggles a bit in the silk, then licks his lips again] Ohhhh~ So tight. Wrap me more, more...!
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[Maybe this could be called karma for going and murdering someone but this is still just the worst??? Why the fuck is this happening, he just wanted a nice meal in peace. At this point though he's basically prioritizing getting as much web in Szayel's face so he can gag him because please shut up]
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Well, Rean succeeds to a certain extent -- the silk does keep him from talking any more.
But you know what you can still do with your mouth covered?
Moan.
Oh, and moan he does! SO LOUDLY. SO GROSSLY. It is the most sexual noise ever heard by spider-taur ears. Bet you wish you were deaf like an actual spider now, huh.
He may want to wrap this up sooner rather than later. Pun intended.]
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But yes. He really does just want to get this over with, so he can just go to sleep and pretend this never happened. This is the absolute worst ahhhhhhhhh
So after about a few minutes, he finally gets enough webbing around so that Szayel's more or less stabilized. Eyeing Szayel's throat, well... honestly, he's actually feeling vaguely disgusted at the idea of biting into this guy, but there really isn't much of a choice at this point. So he goes for it, trying to make good on his word to kill Szayel quickly by digging his fangs into his jugular before injecting as much venom as he can.]
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The venom does quick work, and the resulting Arrancar-slurry is tasty! But... there's some sort of... weird aftertaste. Something acrid? Maybe bitter? It's so faint, it's hard to tell.
Either way.
Szayelaporro Granz is dead, the first victim of the Resort's Mafia game]
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you know, up until the point where he feels like his bowels are being incinerated by the fires of Gehenna]
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good thing the staff know how to clean up]