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 Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 10:03 pm
((YAY!!))
"Listen Charles, I know you're pissed. And you have good reason to be... but I thought that I was saving your life, and in a way I might have done just that." As each word left his lips, Marco felt an ocean of emotion crash down on him in rolling waves. He could only imagine what it was like for Charles to be put through that situation... and the resulting guilt was killing him. "If you had been able to, wouldn't you have resisted? They would have cut you down if you had... so even though you may have gotten taken, you are alive. Right?" Marco's body still sat slumped in the chair, lax and under control. He could not, however, control the look of anticipation on his face as he waited for Charles' response.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 3:47 am
((Whoops... Got kinda busy there... My bad))
Leaning back slightly, Maxi watches as Marco enters, then Tadashi, and smirks as the group starts to interact. "Marco, I'll let you chose if you wish to work with Tad or not but I don't really have anything for you as of yet, though I might need you later on for a kidou experiment." He smirks as he watches the rest of the chat, raising an eyebrow slightly as Marco justifies himself as actually having saved Charles, but keeps to himself as he mulls over Charles' project, then decides, "Charles I would prefer that your project does remain mostly under my observation, but I won't bind your research to anything yet."
((Oh I do have the matches for you guys and they'll be up tonight at 12 am eastern.))
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 12:12 pm
((Matches?))
Charles tries with all his might to remain calm and hide his true feelings. Listening to Marco offer an explanation pushes him further and further to the edge of sanity, though. When Marco finishes, the younger shimigami is unaware of his hands as his right balls up into a fist around his pencil, and his left grasps the handle of his sword. The final comment finally tips him over the edge and he spins on the spot, eyes alight in fury.
"Alive?! Trapped . . . Abandoned . . . Robbed of my blade and hands! You dare to sit there and tell me to be grateful??? The admitted target of two Arrancar, limited backup, middle of a war zone- and you decided to test a drug that would rob me of all my defenses! Who is to say that I didn't fight back? I used bakudo and kido and ran like hell when my body responded again. Slashed across the chest, had a chunk bitten out of my shoulder, sheer luck blasting me through a portal back to the woods while bruising my back and legs into useless masses. I barely made it before the evacuation from the woods. Somebody there should be able to back me up. After all, I fell into a semi-coma from my wounds!" Behind him, fueled by rage and indignation, Charles begins to have faint tethers form. Like loose strands from a torn shirt, none very long, but a few begin to materialize. Threads of reiatsu, each as thin as a hair, begin to appear at random upon him.
"Next time you can be stripped of power, defenses, and left all alone out in a war zone. When I came to I had to run from some sort of massive military exercise. Ignored, again it was only luck that saved me as I found a mansion with the portal here. If not for the Captain-" he flings his right hand backward to point at Maxi "-who knows when or even if I would ever see my sword again!" Charles begins to rally another tirade of anger and accusation when suddenly his eyes lose their focus.
"Enough!" The voice was clear and strong- as if somebody stood before him and yelled in his face. Yet somehow he knew the voice was heard internally not externally. It was soft, smooth, a silken quality to it despite the vehemence of the single word. Without thinking his brow furrowed, and Charles looks to his sword. Looking exactly the same, the small tag reading "shouyoujijaku" lightly swung on the edge. He visibly calms in both confusion, and the knowledge that his ideas were expressed.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 3:14 pm
"Greatful was not even close to what I was looking for." Marco's posture still holding true to the purest definition of relaxed, he continued. "What I was aiming for was something along the lines of you maybe edging away from your aggresion toward me...a little bit. But seeing how well thats going for me, I might as well stop now." Marco got to his feet, which seemingly took a considerable amount of effort, and started toward the door. "Tadashi, you can find me at my lab if you still need me. Same goes for you...Charles. See ya 'round Maxi." After opening the door, Marco left without another word.
[Exits to lab 1 'Chemical Engineering']
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 3:40 pm
[Enters from Lab 1, Chemical Engineering]
Marco shoved his request form under the door and left again.
[Exits to Lab 1, Chemical Engineering]
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 10:12 am
Charles doesn't even dignify the comments with a response. Instead he keeps looking to his sword and asks himself in his mind So now what? I just let him get away with abandoning me to die? The comments are mainly rhetorical, and he didn't expect a response. Still, not getting one was a minor disappointment. The charm evidently works, as that one word came through strong and clear. It would appear that this blade is just not a talker.
Looking back to his plans and the crystals, Charles begins to carefully wrap up the lot of eight, cautiously watching Maxi for signs of disapproval. "So . . . where would you like me to conduct this experiment?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:18 pm
(( I take it this RP is put on hold during the tournament? ))
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 3:16 am
((Sorry about that, yes.))
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 9:18 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 1:58 pm
Leaning dangerously back on his stool, Maxi shakes his head at the commotion, as the note slides under the door, he takes both his feet off of the floor, balancing the stool on one leg as he shifts his gaze from the note to Charles, "Your free to work in any lab, though I think this one would be the best suited for your needs. Pick a room, or hell even a floor to work with and go at it." As he says the part, the note appears in his hands, and he skims it, "Interesting."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 3:21 pm
finishing up the wrapping the crystals in their cloth and closes his book looking up at Maxi, Charles takes a moment to digest the words. Not only is there permission, but almost a carte blanche rule to start on a whole floor! A wide smile grows like wildfire on his face as he gathers the materials up. His mind whirling with possibility, Charles nods and begins to wander to the door backwards."H-hai, taicho!"
Finally reaching the door, he spins on the spot and races up a flight of stairs. Going up only two flights, he distances himself from any major noise, and hopes the Captain actually meant a floor. Using some markers hastily fumbled from his bandoleer, he writes over the sign for this floor the words "REATSU RARIFICATION" and runs through the door. With a finality of biblical proportions, the shutting door echoes through the floor.
Still smiling like a fiend, a mad scientist laugh echoes through the rooms next as Charles dashes through and searches for an appropriately large room. Perhaps it was a meeting room, or a conference room . . . but without much trouble a suitable room presents itself. With the reverence of a holy icon, Charles nestles the crystals and his notebook off in a corner and immediately begins to shift things around. Within a short time, the room is cleared of useless furniture and the nearby labs are becoming bare as the Shimigami begins construction of his experimental unit.
So excited is he that he doesn't notice the fatigue. The sweat is only noticed when it gets in his eyes. The sum total of his world is focused solely on creating the raised dais and eight fittings. A quick rip cannabalizes the nearest light from the ceiling to hang right in the middle of his platform. Charles has never known such joy, such unbridled excitement. Of all his ideas, of all his propositions, this is the first to come to reality. This is the 'cherry popper' of his creations. In the grand scheme, this may be meaningless . . . but for him, this is brobdingnagian.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 10:18 am
(( been a day, so continuing ))
Charles stops and takes a seat in the only non-removed chair. It has taken him hours and hours, but his rudimentary chamber is ready. A raised dais of about two feet just big enough for a person to step up into. Set around it, in perfectly spaced pattern are the eight crystals Maxi had offered, each one positioned carefully. The facets are aimed in just so a way to make his experiment work efficiently. In theory, this could answer several questions- or raise an army more.
Taking out his notebook, he opens it carefully to his designs and double, then triple checks the details. It is deceptively simple: refracting light into a rainbow is a proven aspect. Refracting a different source of light should hypothetically show something deeper. Breaking down the fractal components of reiatsu required some rather unique materials, but here it is- handed to him. Gone through a hell and back, crawled back into a place of sanity, and now is his reward. After a short rest, he closes his book, and carefully rises.
Removing his bandoleer, and the top to his shihaksho, he stands naked from the waist up. His discarded clothes and items folded carefully and placed in his chair. Striding over to the door, he locks it understanding he wants left alone. None were on this floor with him, and the lock would not hold against anybody truly needing in- but the psychological comfort of the door helped anyway. Walking slowly, he looks around the room. Everything is laid down as best as possible, and a few screens are set up ten feet from the dais. This should serve as a point for his views.
Stepping up into the crystal orientation, he closes his eyes and breathes deep a few times. Steadying breaths to prepare for his experiment. Opening his eyes slowly, he summons his reiatsu to surge. Calling on his energy, he does what fighters might- and prepares. Faint at first, a silvery glow begins to frame his body. Unfamiliar with this act, Charles goes slowly. Watching the screens cautiously, he keeps raising his power more and more. Soon, his experiment begins to yield results.
On the varying screens, the light filters through crystal, and begins to show something other than ambigious ambient light. Shapes . . . distorted and different than Charles knows is in the room begin to show. Only brief flashes, like moving through a void and only glimpsed. Still, it is encouraging to him and the shimigami continues to increase his reiatsu slowly hoping the pictures become clearer. What he doesn't see, lost in his experiment, is that he is not the only thing glowing in the room.
Having removed all from his top, he did not even consider his zanpaktou would react. It is a part of him, and was left on his hip. While Charles' body is limned with silver, the sword goes a step further and whisps of energy begin to form. Lines blowing in a nonexistent wind as threads unanchored save from the blade. On the end of it's handle, a sign reading shouyoujijaku begins to glow with the silver, becoming coated in those threads . . .
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 11:47 am
((You can post however many times you like in a day, just be careful about time consumption.))
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 1:37 pm
(( I waited a day to be courteous of those that might chase after me for any reason, to give fair chance to interact. ))
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