Grounds of Squad 12 (Training grounds)

[Magni Prime]

Lost in thought, Charles remains oblivious to what happens off to the side. Had he realized the offer, he would be embarassed and apologize for being rude and not responding. In either case, his mind still dances upon the edge of what is just out of reach. His spirit is testing him perhaps . . . not overly talkative, it spoke when he was thinking rationally. While his own desires might be tinting his reasoning, he feels almost as if it is urging him forward. It wants to be released! This accolade is one that must be earned, though. If simply given the command to release the weapon, there is no success. No, this being is intelligent, cautious, patient. Charles is close, and knows it . . . but he must finish on his own.

Charles closes his eyes and thinks. Calling up a mental image of the encounter he had not so long ago. Think. Analyze. Deduce. His mental commands to himself force a focus that was not there before. The body was not built for speed, being to rounded. When it appeared, it chose a corner, meaning that it is not an active hunter. Leaping spiders and the like have no problem being out in the open, but this one sought cover. The webbing- earlier, Charles managed to create silvery web strands out of his reiatsu using the blade. That would lead to thinking this is a web-spinning spider. Webs, but not hiding under cover . . . not a funnel web or trapdoor spider. That narrows down the behavior.

A hint, teasing and barely there reaches his mind. The spider is again pleased. It likes where this is going, meaning he must be on the right track. Charles furrows his brow, determined not to lose focus or become elated. He must get this! Web spinning spiders often hide in plain sight. Their webbing is often invisible to the naked eye in order to catch their meals. They can be territorial, so some spiders make patterns in their bodies or webbing . . . and by design or by choice, a wave of excitement comes from his mind. Quick to take advantage, the shimigami knows it wasn't him being so excited. This has to be significant! Patterns- something about that. A sign . . . a lure . . . a display!

That last word hits Charles with the weight of a heavy blow in his mind. His eyes snap open, and with more confidence than he has ever felt, he knows. He has witnessed releases before, and the common practice is to call out the name of the blade, and the command. Holding the weapon in his right hand, a faint breeze flows all around him as a surge of reiatsu comes through him as if he were a mere conduit. He speaks the command, though it comes out in a different language than in his mind, he still knows it is right. Just as he knows himself, he knows the call. Blade glowing silver, whisps of energy flowing through his frame and branching out as an ethereal set of strands, Charles takes a wide stance and speaks calmly in almost a whisper.

"Aitourensa- keiyou!!!"  

[Magni Prime]

The sliver glow of his weapon begins to envelop all of the item, not just the blade. Starting with the etched chain, and swallowing the sword in silver light, Charles stares, transfixed. In his hand, the material feels almost liquid as the weapon begins to change shape and shift. The blade shortens dramatically, and more material forces into his grip. Both blade and handle shorten, and strands of whatever this light is begin to droop down from his hand. Not as if melting away, just pulling down like molten metal sagging under it's own weight. All this, and yet there is no searing heat. Only a comforting warmth as matter reorganizes to the will of both an ethereal spider and shimigami making a silent pact to work together better.

Charles feels the transformation ending, and marvels at what his sword has become. As an extension of his soul given form, it represents what he is in battle. Brawlers get heavy weapons for wading into combat. Agile sneaks get weapons with supple forms and rely on stealth. Support fighters have a wide array of weapons. None . . . none that Charles is aware of have ever manifested this. The weapon is two-fold, and yet one. A kama, something similar to a handheld scythe rests in his palm, on each side of the blade resides a decorative etching. One is frosted, the other shines brightly, each in the same shape forming a Yin on one side, a Yang on the other. The extra material in his hand is significant to the earlier form as several loops of chain now hang in his hand as well, leading to a weight on the other end. A heavy octagonal weight covered in eight small blades. A black weight armed with legs of several inches pointing 'down,' away from the linkage with the chain. Charles made a Ksurigama.

Staring at the weapon, he takes the weight in one hand, holds the kama in his other, and lets the chain fall. It is silent . . . the links for some reason make no noise as the metal rubs against itself flowing like water. This is as close to a 'religious experience' as he has ever felt. Comfort, acceptance, and partnership made real. Though he does not see the spider, he feels the presence keenly. Charles knows he is there, and is set at ease knowing that this would not happen if he did not have the barest of acceptance at the very least.

Dance! The silken voice comes through louder, clearer, and better than Charles could have imagined. A command as soft as a gentle breeze, but with conviction. Considering the trust that the spirit has shown him, the partnership should go both ways. Obeying the plea, Charles begins to gyrate and move to the lack of music. He hears nothing but the sounds of nature around him, and yet his feet and arms begin to move fluidly. The silent chain follows suit, and without thought the shimigami begins a dance of metal and limbs, the weapon acting like another limb as the chain follows his movements, even moreso when he lets the weighted end go. Holding only to the kama, his cadence is one of beauty and preparation.

Both Charles and Aitourensa are smiling as the pair begin to understand each other as only a paired zan and wielder can.  

[Magni Prime]

Dancing, moving in ways that feel fluid and natural, Charles merely allows himself to enjoy the flow and internal rhythm. With that lack of concentration to every aspect, a bit of his reiatsu begins to flow into the weapon. So exhilarated by the act, several moments pass before he realizes that the threads are appearing again. All only slivers, but still glinting in the light. In his mind, the clear and yet soft voice of his zan comes again with some knowledge he already knew. Knowing the name of a power increases the effectiveness greatly . . . you know the threads, and thus I give you it's name. "Gattai Kyuuten," Unite the heavens. It works different in my sealed form than this, be warned.

Not confused, but curious would describe the shimigami's mindset. Bringing his dance to an end, he allows his reiatsu to flow and he swipes his kama before him. "Gattai Kyuuten!" As expected, a thread of silver flies out, but a twitch grabs his attention in the chain. The inch-thick band of webbing flies out and lands in the grasses unnoticed, it's creator looking at the chain and wondering just what might be happening.

((a little meh, but I am kinda like that tonight))  

[Magni Prime]

In his mind, the combined mind of zan and shimigami, Charles begins to hear manifestations of webbing and techniques. All are variations on the same concept of spider and webbing, and while none are mastered, all will be interesting to try out. What Charles needs now is a target person, a sparring partner to try this set out on. Before he can get too far in the dance and the thought of how to manipulate his new abilities, a call reaches him. Maxi needs him.

Coming to a stop, Charles quietly commands his partner to return to the sealed state. Without question or argument, the blade reverts back to a familiar shape, and he sheathes the weapon with reverence. "Thank you . . . " Now, the only shimigami to earn his respect has need of him. Without hesitation Charles knows what he is going to do, and races off.