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 Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 8:10 am
Higher and higher Charles raises his reiatsu. The strain is beginning to wear upon him, for while he has been going slowly, his limit is fast approaching. Entranced by what he sees, he has no wish to stop. Before long, the wisps of thread spread from his zanpaktou, and begin to form along his side as well. From his position of holding his arms curled at his side with balled fists he does not notice that effect. No, his attention is set among a set of screens before him.
Light is composed of many different colors . . . a rainbow in every clear white beam. With the proper setup and materials, it seems light from Reiatsu can be seen in the same way. Instead of colors, the destiny of Reiatsu is discerned. With each raise in power, Charles sees a fraction clearer all the images before him. On his far right, there is a person standing in his same position- looking a lot like him. Instead of being dressed the same though, he is wearing a white haori- scarred a bit more, and wearing a set of goggles on his grey speckled hair. Wearing the same determined grimace of concentration, his clothing blows in a non existent wind. What is on that screen is only a vision, but there is a palatable power in that figure. One of wisdom and intent . . . so familiar, and yet beyond anything Charles knows now.
On the next screen to the left is something similar, but slightly different. Again stands Charles . . . he thinks. In this image, he is not wearing the clothes of a shimigami. Instead he is wearing jeans and a tee shirt, augmented by a black vest, though the bandoleer is still there. In this vision, he is using his left hand to summon reiatsu, in his left he holds the sword he fought to regain, threads flying free from it like sakura petals. There is something strange on his head, something white . . . as large as his face, but pushed off to the left side and hidden a bit.
On the center screen something still remains hidden. Refusing to show itself, the vision is marred, shifting, fighting . . .
The next screen to the left is a curiosity as well, for it remains dark. A shape has formed, but it isn't human. No, the shape there is too large for the screen to give a good view, but insect-like legs move before it often, occaisionally a large and menacing claw appears. Then something white- a stark contrast to the black mass, it only peers from the edge enough for a view, and a set of eyes flares in the light. Before any real detail can be seen, it disappears behind the writhing mass of black again.
The far left screen is almost more chilling. It is fuzzy, out of focus, but there he stands again. This version of Charles is heavily muscled, and the look on his face in this vision is one of disdain. Cold anger, disgust, and something else mix into a look of indescribable emotion broadcasting enmity. Dressed in white, tight clothes conform to his skin, and he bears a single black stripe down the center of his body beginning at his neck, with similar stripes down his arms and legs. In this form the sword is on his back, hidden. His face bears another speck of white, a line horizontally across his brow. Beyond that there is no detail available- the image is just too fuzzy . . .
Four of the five images seem keenly interested in the power just as Charles raises it. Those on the right raise theirs, the far left staring, the black mass struggling for freedom. Each drawing his attention, Charles is lost on who to pay attention to. They are a rainbow of images, the clearest on the far right, the weakest to the far left- with the center coming into focus. The shimigami on the dais stares hard and despite reaching his limit, makes a conscious effort to will that image into clarity. The other four begin to lose focus and oddly enough all turn their attention towards the center panel. The right image in a haori hold up his right hand as if asking, the casually dressed one smirks towards his neighbor daring it into focus, the dark mass seems to thrust a claw and something else in that direction fighting the coming form, and the far left reaches behind himself and grabs a handle behind his right side- evidently the sword is kept downward instead of up. All of them react to what is coming, and even the physical Charles feels it coming . . .
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 9:34 am
(( okay, I have left this alone for days, both due to life and due to giving a chance. Is everybody that busy, or did I join a quickly dying squad?! ))
The exertion is beginning to wear heavily upon Charles, straining to maintain his level of reiatsu. Still, his aim is close. Too busy concentrating on that center panel, his attention begins to wane upon the other four images. Each one begins to lose focus and become less and less substantial. The far left is barely discernable as human any longer. The black mass still has some definition, but with the way it writhes in the frame what little was clear before is now a blur as the subject fights hard against whatever is coming.
On the opposite side, the far right character is losing focus as well, but he is calm. His raised right hand closes into a fist and he puts it to his heart and bows his head. Any finer detail already lost, there is no telling what he was doing for expression. Next to him, the casual version makes a strikingly similar pose of his right fist over his heart and bowed head. His left hand lowers, though the silvery glow does not disappear. With his head bowed, the white item shows a bit more, but the fuzziness of the image loses any real detail there.
All four images suffer as Charles stares hard at the center panel. Finally something is showing. Beginning as a blob of unremarkable ovoid, eight spikes grow from the center, four per side. Lengthening like shadows in dying sunlight, they reach out a fair way before moving, all of them gaining two hinging points and curving downward. The blob of a body reshapes into two, one nearly two-thirds the size of the other. The spikes seem to come from the smaller of the two, and excitement begins to overwhelm Charles. What is this?! What could it mean???
As the four companion images fade into amorphous blobs, the center image gains clarity turning a dull shade of gray, two smaller protrusions coming off the larger section at the top. At the bottom one, something glints in the silver light of Charles' efforts. His eyes move downward to see, following the curves and bends of this grey shadowy form . . . until it stares back at him. Shock and terror fill him for a moment as he realizes this is a spider- one the size of a very large dog!
The shock startles him out of his concentration because he notices something different about this image. This one goes beyond the boundaries of the screen. The sudden drop off of reiatsu causes him to lose balance and the light in the room becomes non-existent. Literally falling off the dais, he manages to miss one of the crystals only enough to keep from landing on it, or damaging it. Without his shirt, the edge of the crystal causes a minor wound on his upper left arm. Landing hard in the darkness, he pants from the exertion and now fear.
Then he realizes an even greater oddity. The trailing whisps of thread from where his sword rested remain, neither unpleasant nor noticed until his hands find his hip. That however, is not the oddity. His sword is gone . . . Been alone in the room, none could have taken it. The scabbard is there, but the blade is not. Then he hears a small metallic sound. Within seconds he realizes it is not a weapon sound- the metal was too high-pitch. Too small. The talisman Maxi gave him! His blade is still here somewhere! Suddenly a wave of emotion flows over him, a calming and soothing sensation that there is no danger. Fighting the knowledge that there was a giant spider, Charles raises in the darkness.
Moving slowly across the room, he is glad he took most of the furniture out. Finding the light switch, he flips it and the room gains a moderate glow from the overhead lights, and the one he pulled down over the dais that now hangs awkwardly off to the side. The screens are blank now. Empty. One crystal is out of alignment from where he struck it going down, and the wound stings, but there is no real damage to the apparatus or him. Instead, he is comforted that the spider is gone. Until he looks over to the corner.
Resting there, watching him with many eyes, sits the creature. Somehow he knows it is not aggressive, nor concerned. The arachnid just sits and watches. From this distance and the odd calm, Charles is able to see that size is not this creature's only oddity. Spiders have two very small digits by their mouths called pedipalps. Meant for helping cleaning and moving food in, they are just basically fingers. On this one, the pedipalps are actually arms! Two small arms set on either side of rather vicious looking fangs. At the moment, they are together, and the fingers of these human-shaped appendages laced as if in calm respite. Dangling from one 'wrist' is the tag.
His curiosity finally overwhelming his fear, Charles takes a step forward. The spider's eyes narrow slightly but from underneath . . . the way a human's would from a smile. His progress is slow, but Charles walks to within about three feet of the creature, and feels calm and at peace. The spider has not moved. Kneeling down, the shimigami takes a seat directly before it and the two just seem to stare. Finally he hears the spider speak, though it is barely audible. The voice is soothing, calm, and silky- the words flowing from it as if the gentle sound of a brook in the woods.
"I am Aitourensa. You have found me . . . congratulations. When it is time, you will know my strength"
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 11:43 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 4:04 pm
Just as Charles begins to digest what was said, this giant spider of dull grey fades from existence. "Wait!" His defiant plea finds only an empty room and a few threads of reiatsu. The being is too far gone to come back, but a slight tinkling sound tells him that the tag is on his hip- and his sword again. Standing slowly he draws his blade, and the few threads fall away from it, Charles' reflection obscured by the chain motif. Several minutes go by as he analyzes all this in his mind. He needs to take notes, but for the moment he is distracted. Looking over his shoulder, there is a hanging light fixture that would serve as a decent target . . .
Walking halfway there, Charles conducts another experiment. He is tired, but not too tired to try this. Once again, he raises his reiatsu but does not do it totally. His energy is channeled into the blade, and it begins to glow along that etched chain. With a swipe diagonally downward, a thick thread of reiatsu flies out. The thread moves through the air and when impacts the light, what remaining anchor it has uses the momentum to swing upward. The thread attaches to the ceiling on either side, and sticks there.
Charles smiles and wonders a bit about this new chain of events as he moves over to his chair and begins to take notes like mad about both what he has seen, and what he has experienced.
(( kinda meh, but wanted to end that scene ))
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 2:30 am
((Not Bad and trust me I have seen quite a few.))
Maxi smirks, flipping open the pocket watch he had grown attached to lately as he watched from the main room he had Talked with everyone with. "Looks like we got a lively one this time." He mutters to himself as he looks into a second camera this one located in the labs of the fourth building, watching the newest recruit marvel and wander around the lab. "Lets hope Kuuri actually does something with this kid and they get something accomplished together." The other screens cycle threw the other labs and his own laboratory in this building, the chimera there eating fresh food dispensed by the machine next to it. "...wonder if it hates me...?" He mused the question to himself as he watches the creature eat.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 6:59 am
Writing like mad, his hand begins to cramp a bit- but Charles doesn't care. While it is all fresh in his mind, he frantically draws and writes. His only problem is getting all that his mind is churning out onto paper. Before long, a set of pages now are covered in drawings and his personal code. One specific page keeps drawing his attention- the image of a spider dominating the page. Finally, his hand can take no more. What is more, he realizes that a gnawing hunger is in him . . . expelling all that reiatsu has worked up a powerful hunger.
Despite being a little weak, Charles has to smile at the thread of gossamer strand holding that loose light fixture up. It symbolizes success to him. A new knowledge, a new reason to be excited. That thought alone supports him as he drifts back downstairs hoping to find a kitchen or food to bolster his strength. He'll need it to try again.
(( Thank you. It ended poorly because I was sick of talking to myself. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 7:44 pm
(( I'd post more, but am very tired of being the only one to RP with. ))
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:24 pm
((Sorry been busy with... ah hell stupid 3rd world country, why can't you just surrender already?))
Sliding the door open and stepping out of the main room, a small amount of smoke also escaping with him, Maxi moves into the hallway and out towards the commons room. Catching sight of Charles moving down from his room, Maxi motions for him to follow him, then moves towards the doors. "I never did tell you where anything was located in the building, so I was thinking of coming and finding you."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 8:05 pm
Looking up as he wanders through the building, Charles smiles warmly. Following Maxi without complaint or hesitation, he nods and places a hand on his own rather annoyingly empty belly. "That would be very appreciated, Sir . . . may I make a suggestion? After a few experiments I could really use a snack- hell, a meal! As a result, I've made some rudimentary progress on my research. Some refinements are still needed, but thanks to your crystals, I've come farther than I thought possible in just a single day."
(( 3rd world country? Do I want to know? eek ))
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 8:19 pm
((Wait it could be classified as a first-world country... Maybe...))
Pushing open the doors and striding in, Maxi smirks as he looks over his shoulder, a small cloud of soot falling from his hat as he does. "I met up with you at a good time then, this is the commons room, kitchen is threw that small swinging door there," Maxi points to a wall with a thin seem in the middle of it, "Make whatever you want out of the food stuffs we have, but only what you will eat."
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 4:22 pm
With only a slight hesitation and a polite bow, Charles veritably races into the kitchen for a few minutes. A small bit of noise is heard over the course of those minutes and when the doors open again, Charles comes out with three rolled up tortillas, steaming full of some mixture. Taking a hearty bite out of one, the filling appears to be some pan-fried potatoes, a few bits of bacon, and a heavy quantity of eggs. A truly satisfied smile reaches his face as he eats heartily.
Holding onto the other two while he devours the first, Charles offers a sheepish smile and gestures for Maxi's tour to continue while he ravenously devours his creations.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 2:02 pm
Dusting his coat off while he waited for Charles, Maxi glanced around the room, then focused again on Charles as he exits the kitchen. "I hope you didn't break any lights in there." Maxi jokes and starts pointing around the room, "Up those stairs you have the sleeping area, over there is the rec room, and Thats about it for this room." Maxi turns and starts out the door.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 2:43 pm
Hastily shaking his head, Charles manages to barely mumble that all is fine in the room with a muffled "No sir, it is all still working!" Though how much of that is understandable is anybody's guess. Following along in Maxi's wake, he can't help but wonder who all this space is for . . . and what all he will be expected to do.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 11:51 pm
"Imagination is the key to this building. Do you know what that means?" His question comes quickly as does the panel he opens press a few keys in then continues onward. "I for one believe in the 'If you can think it, you can build it.' type of thought." He stops suddenly and smiles back at Charles, "That last panel will be are little secret ok?"
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