（ given his familiarity with urahara's gigai, even realizing they're fake doesn't really make the situation any better, and he steps in between her and the pile without preamble as she peers in. ）
Don't look. I'll check, just stay there.
（ there might be real people in there somewhere, or at least sentient ones. he's not going to just walk away, not when there could be someone in front of him that needs help.
he can't use kido, can't summon zangetsu, and his quincy powers are too unstable — so what he does instead is set the pipe down against the wall on his way in and press a cut into one palm with his thumbnail, and then use the blood to call forth a cero. a small, hypercondensed ball of vivid energy manifests in one hand, brilliant crimson, casting a pallor over the bodies as he picks his way towards them. if nami has an ounce of spiritual sensitivity, she might find herself feeling suddenly weak at the knees.
up close, he can tell — they're anatomically correct dolls in a variety of gender configurations, the plastic-y sheen of their skin almost more horrifying in the light of the cero. despite his squeamishness about all things naked and female, his jaw is set as he works and there's no trace of embarrassment here as he tries to sort through the pile, moving the bodies aside with a physical ease that doesn't quite make sense given his size. he treats them carefully — almost all the shinigami he knows have used a gigai at one point or another. ）
I don't... I think they're just ... empty?
（ okay but he has not considered 'sex doll' yet, actually. ）
no subject
Don't look. I'll check, just stay there.
（ there might be real people in there somewhere, or at least sentient ones. he's not going to just walk away, not when there could be someone in front of him that needs help.
he can't use kido, can't summon zangetsu, and his quincy powers are too unstable — so what he does instead is set the pipe down against the wall on his way in and press a cut into one palm with his thumbnail, and then use the blood to call forth a cero. a small, hypercondensed ball of vivid energy manifests in one hand, brilliant crimson, casting a pallor over the bodies as he picks his way towards them. if nami has an ounce of spiritual sensitivity, she might find herself feeling suddenly weak at the knees.
up close, he can tell — they're anatomically correct dolls in a variety of gender configurations, the plastic-y sheen of their skin almost more horrifying in the light of the cero. despite his squeamishness about all things naked and female, his jaw is set as he works and there's no trace of embarrassment here as he tries to sort through the pile, moving the bodies aside with a physical ease that doesn't quite make sense given his size. he treats them carefully — almost all the shinigami he knows have used a gigai at one point or another. ）
I don't... I think they're just ... empty?
（ okay but he has not considered 'sex doll' yet, actually. ）