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 Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 9:39 pm
The largest of the five labs, the D.A.R.D. handles every thing from Kidou to zanpaktou to reiatsu and rishi manipulation. Containing a cornucopia of pasted and current research, which is stored in hard copy in the archives in the ever expanding sub-basements. This laboratory is devoted to the pursuit of knowledge and the understanding and improving upon of current information and tactics.
Current projects: Spirit Doll
Tad's Armor
With efficiency in mind the labs all have access to all materials needed at all times, with the help of small matter transporters that link up to the top most floor.
Materials Request Form
Material:
Amount:
Reason:
Please fill the above form out when gathering materials so that we can keep records of for inventory purposes. Tanks.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 12:31 am
{Enter}
Stepping in as the automatic doors slide open, Maxi waves for Charles to follow him, and steps off of the entry mat. As his foot hits the ground, the lights around the room slowly raise in brightness, illuminating the room in a slightly green glow, then shifting to bask the room in warm glare free light. Stepping up to the second table in the room, Maxi reaches down below it and pulls up a moderate box, flips the latches and flips open the top. Inside rest a few blobs with eighth inch chain protruding from one side. "Chose one of these, enclose your hands around it and think of a shape, color and whatever else you want to hang from your sword. It will change shape to that then I will insert the proper equipment into it and fasten it to your sword's butt."
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 10:56 am
The world swirls around him, transporting from one location to another. Charles becomes more than a little disoriented, and closes his eyes to the onslaught of images as the transport happens. Finally, momentum ends, and the hiss of doors accompanied by a greenish glow meet his senses before he opens his eyes. By such time, Maxi had already opened the box and begun his explanation. Following him out into the room, Charles hesitates.
His zanpaktou is a part of him- of that he is sure. Is he really ready to do this- to alter himself somehow? Charles' pause is a short one as he realizes he must become stronger. He must win, by any means necessary. Without any real thought other than to grab one, fate directs his hand as it closes about a blob and he picks it up. Unsure of what to choose, a wave of something flows over him. Indiscriminate emotion, or something more flows through his mind and within moments he notices movement in his hand.
The small charm morphs to the mental choice that was not his own, and Charles is just as happy to find out what this will be as Maxi may be. If he did not make this choice- then his zanpaktou must have. Expecting a miniature version of what the shikai may be, or perhaps a smaller version of what the spirit might be, Charles feels the item flatten out and elongate. From a shapeless round form a long thin item forms. When he opens his hand, there sits something akin to a nametag. Charles' heart leaps for a split second thinking a name to his blade . . . only to read shouyoujijaku.
Written in kanji, it means having presence of mind; imperturbable; calm and self-possessed; with serenity. Ambiguous at best, the shimigami can't tell if this is a clue, or a demand from his spirit. Handing over the new tag to Maxi, Charles unsheaths his blade and stares intently at the chain on the blade. The design is unchanged and just as non-descript as before. Narrowing his eyes, he mumbles "This would be much easier if you would just talk to me . . ."
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 1:03 pm
Taking the tag from Charles, Maxi cracks it down on the table, sending a split along the edge. Opening it up, he pulls out a set of tweezers and removes a small blacked chip from inside, then sets it onto a glass slide next to him and slips it under a microscope. Looking it over Maxi smirks and looks up at Charles.
"You are a lucky one. Your spirit seems to be cool with my idea, most people I try this will just end up with a hunk of clay that looks like they squashed it with their hands... This is set to mold to what the spirit wants the physical world to see until it shows its form, for once you release shikai, the charm will burn our and disintegrate."
Setting the slide aside, he slips a new dark blue chip into the center of the charm and neatly closes it, the crack in the side sealing as if it were never there. Handing it back to Charles, Maxi raises one finger on his right hand and smirks, "No need to worry about hurting your spirit while attaching this, as it simply loops under the but mount. Its not like I'd punch a hole in it or anything. Let me know when you are ready or you can do it yourself... Oh and have you figured out what lab you'd like to work in?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 3:54 am
With a soft sigh, Charles removes the scabbard from his hip, and sheaths his zanpaktou. For a samurai of legend, relinquishing one's sword was tantamount to offering up their soul. Last time, it was necessary. This time, with great trepidation, he places the weapon before him on the table. Charles knows that this is important, and that Maxi is very reassuring. Still, he is far from comfortable. Thankfully, Maxi offers a distraction.
Looking up, he reaches behind him to his notebook. A bit worn from it's use and travels, he puts it down on the table beside his sword, and flips over to his notes taken of squad ten and the Arrancar. Hoping that he is as impressed as deMarco was, Charles offers his book beside his sword. "I am not sure what is available. Your other subordinate seemed interested in my ideas, and even thought it was interesting that I have devised my own code for writing fusing several languages. Lately, I had considered some form of soul resonance, finding a method of isolating soul energies. If that is possible, then attacks could be tuned to specific frequencies to harm only desired types of spirits . . ."
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 3:39 am
Sliding a stool from under the table, Maxi immediately removes the butt of the sword and simply pools a bit of chain inside of it before slipping it back on and securing it in place. Grabbing the 4 inch chain, he presses it directly into the top of the tag and applies pressure to either side of it. Steam rolls off of it as it hardens around the chain, and Maxi sets it on the table to let it cool as Charles lays his book on the table.
Listening to his theories, a grin slowly creases Maxi's face, the gears in his head moving in a few different directions causing him to stand up as Charles ends his thoughts. Walking over to the wall behind where he was sitting, Maxi opens one of the cabinets and pulls out a slightly bulky-looking bag, then carries it over to the table and sets it down carefully. Unhooking the twin hooks, he flips the flap over the top of the bag, then unzips it in a steady slow motion, a light clinking noise can be heard, almost like glass against itself. "I think these will help with your ideas, I dont have more than 8 right now, as they're growth time is unpredictable and takes at least a month. Your welcome to use them however you like, but do try to keep one intact." Pulling both sides of the bag open, Maxi sides the bag slightly more towards Charles, revealing 8 unique Reishi crystals.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 4:38 pm
Charles watches with great trepidation as his sword is given an add-on. Despite Maxi's mood and words, this is incredibly important to him. After going for some time without his blade, seeing it altered is very unsettling. Never the less, he stays quiet as the charm is added to the overall weapon. Then his new Captain listens to his theory, and steals a bit of attention with a smile. Did Marco already present this as his own theory?!
As Maxi speaks, and unrolls his carefully wrapped bundle, it is Charles' turn to open his eyes wide and smile. "Crystals . . ." he barely breathed. His attention piqued beyond reason, he reaches out and gently touches a single crystal. This might work- he had planned on using glass, or some form of crystal to refract the reishi like a lens. Now here are crystals far more suited to his tests. Behind his eyes, a flurry of possibilities flashes, all of which center on his own personal goals.
After a long moment of barely touching a single crystal, he realizes that Maxi asked to keep one intact. Charles looks up nearly horrified of breaking them in any way. "No! I wouldn't dare . . . If you will allow me Captain, I will use one. Two at the most as a backup. No need to risk all of them on a single set of experiments!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 4:35 pm
"Knock knock! Anybody home??" For some reason, Marco felt the need to say the word 'knock' each time his knuckles made contact on the door with the most obnoxious voice he could muster. He then waited patiently for an answer, not wanting to interrupt anything... although bored and looking for an assignment from captain Maxi.
((I'm BAAAACK!!))
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 10:08 pm
Nodding silently, Maxi smiles lightly before pushing the crystals closer to Charles to let him chose the two he wants. "I have enough crystals growing right now to replace the three bags in my cupboard there, so really take as many as you need." Sitting back down on his stool, Maxi lets out a long sigh and looks directly at Charles, "What do you actually plan to study with these? You don't seem to be someone who wants to have a legacy of weapons, so where are you aiming with your research?" As Maxi talks he lightly traces a few designs on the cold table top, while his voice remains one of openness and understanding.
Hearing the knock at the door, Maxi reaches under the table with his other hand and presses a button, causing the door to slide open. "Come in Marco, just have a seat and we'll chat after I get done talking with Charles."
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 10:33 pm
Tadashi bumped the shinigami named Marco to the side and slammed the door open. "YO CAPTAIN!" Tadashi yelled for no reason. Tadashi proceeded through the door with no shirt and both hands in his pocket. He was slouched a bit and displayed his usual devious smile. "Maxi mind if I borrow some of your guys? Gonna work on that doomsday device we were talking about." Tadashi sneered.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 10:50 pm
After seating himself in the closest chair, Marco adressed Charles. "Good to see you alive!" Marco then relaxed, slumping down slightly in his seat, and giving off an aura of lethargy; waiting until Maxi wasn't busy.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 11:02 pm
Tadashi suddenly glanced his eyes at the seating area to see the shinigami he bumped doing nothing. Tadashi's devious smile suddenly grew slightly bigger. "You there!" Tadashi exclaimed as he pointed at Marco. "Im gonna borrow you! Come with me!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 7:51 am
Looking back to the crystals, he smiles faintly, his mind whirling with possibility. Already he is devising setups and orientation. Almost absentmindedly, he pulls out a pencil and opens the book he had offered to Maxi, turns to the first unused page, and begins to sketch out a platform, orientating the eight crystals at the points of a compass rose (north, northwest, west, southwest, south, etc). He actually gets fairly detailed in the sketch before his mind registers the Captain's question. Pausing for a moment, his hand stops the frantic drawing as he looks up. "Knowledge is knowledge. At the moment, I am far more concerned with the present than the future or any legacies."
Looking to the crystals as if they were some sort of priceless relic, he gently lays his left hand on one. "I plan to examine and isolate the resonance of souls. If I can extrapolate exactly what makes a hollow so different from a shimigami, then not only could we fine-tune tactics for our targets, but perhaps find a way to bypass the alpha state of a positive soul and immediately convert them . . . into us." Charles can't help but lightly touch the crystal in one hand, but begin to sketch a little more with the other. He held back a bit of his own personal goals- but the basis of his research aims was there. That, and a quick attempt to explain how his aims might be applied en masse.
When Marco enters, and offers the friendly call, a flash of anger passes Charles' eyes. Resentment never gets a chance, though. Shortly after arriving and making himself comfortable, Marco seems to be conscripted. With great effort, Charles remains focused on the crystals. Looking up he mumbles a bit realizing his diagram already incorporated all that now lay on the table. "If you are sure . . . eight might be more effective than one or two- as long as they are replaceable!" A sheepish look crosses his face, betraying his trepidation of being greedy for a personal project.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 5:12 pm
Marco's head lazily swiveled from its resting position over to Tadashi. "And who the hell are you to tell me what to do? I'm sorry, but if I don't get respect FROM you then you aren't getting any back. If Maxi says whatever you want from me is ok, then fine. Other than that, I'm here to get an assignment from HIM. With him being the captain and all, I just figured it would make sense to talk to him first and NOT you." Marco had adressed this new aquaintance of his with the most deep and respectful tone that a captain would deserve, he just did not make an effort to use the correct vocabulary in the situation. "Not to mention the talk I would like to have with you, Charles..." Marco's body went rigid and with head turned back again, his eyes involuntarily locked on Charles.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 8:05 pm
( O_O Life!!! I was beginning to think this was abandoned! )
Charles pauses in his sketches, a clear design of some sort of dais drawn there with the crystals directing some sort of energy flow already showing. Marco, while not being disrespectful, has flatly denied a captain's orders. Above that he placed some sort of talk with Charles above other concerns. Though he doesn't turn around, the younger and much smaller shimigami does wonder what he could want, especially after what happened in the woods. That same flash of anger crosses his eyes and mind as he struggles to sublimate such urges.
"It appears I have found a permanent place, Marco. Finding me should not be difficult- lest our Captain wishes my research to be for his eyes only." In truth, both the urges of his heart and a wave of aggression from his blade both move in sync. He wants a fight- even if Charles realizes his chances of winning right now are not good at all.
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