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 Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 9:31 pm
At the explanation, Charles pauses. Blinking several times, he begins to comprehend how sophisticated a system would be required for that. Looking down at his notes, he realizes how archaic this is. Pencil . . . paper? Gods, he must seem like a neanderthal next to an astronaut. While he does not put the material away, he sheepishly motions to his work and barely mumbles. "This must look damned silly to you . . . doesn't it? I mean, you must have far more impressive things than a few sketches and jargon handwritten on wood pulp."
Embarrassed by his low-tech notes, Charles tries not to sound depreciated or stupid as he waits for the ride to stop. A small part of him thinks to nick some sort of pad and begin to use that to his own ends- countered by the thought of whether he should, or even would given that it is Maxi's system. Sure Maxi has his respect, but can he be trusted with everything? No . . . not yet.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 2:10 pm
Laughing slightly at Charles' slight freak-out, Maxi reaches into his coat and removes an extremely thick, leather bound book. The pages in the front are slightly brown with age while the pages at the end seem to be laminated and slightly to big for the book. "I make a hard copy of almost everything I come up with." His voice cheerful and a smile on his face, "the reason I am going to show you this little gadget is that sooner or latter you will destroy your own arm. Well that and the fact that I need to see if it works with anyone besides myself."
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 6:45 pm
The moment Charles saw the ancient and protected tome, he relaxed. Maxi is a fan of the act of writing, not just creating. The smile and tone of his voice are slightly disarming, and despite his nerves, Charles smiles a bit in return. The gesture is short lived as the elevator continues on it's way and Maxi elaborates just a bit. Offering a 'gadget' of some sort, he mentions something awkward. "My . . . arm?!"
The thought of being a guinea pig for removing limbs is less than pleasant and the color fades just a tad from his face. Thus far he has survived a battle he was too far outpowered to take part in, made deals with Arrancar, specifically provoked said allies, and then run a gauntlet of literally several worlds to regain his blade to learn about himself. Now this casual mentioning of losing an arm is likely the most chilling thing he has heard yet. Not due to the ferocity of the thought, but the calm demeanor that it is delivered with. Maxi might as well have offered to offer a haircut.
"I'm not so sure I like where this is going- being rather fond of my arms. They've been there all my life . . ."
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 9:06 pm
((Sorry guys, the fan in Maxi's laptop decided to die so right now it is away getting fixed. He has a little laptop, but it hates gaia so he will be away until his normal laptop is fixed))
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 11:38 am
(I got the old desk top to work on gaia, after a few hours... but now I don't have time to post today, Ill get on and post tomorrow if this computer is free... Sorry for the delays... And where did Drift go?))
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 8:28 pm
(( massive sigh here. emo emo emo ))
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 8:36 pm
((Bigger sigh. Charles, have you read the announcements lately?))
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 4:31 am
Final Step, #3: "Holy Crap, Why Is This Even Counted As A Step..? Its Too Simple!"
The laboratory doors burst open in a blurring swoosh, a small frame rolling in on a lengthy stealth roll. This little cannonball, surprisingly, was diverting and moving in weird paths as if he were piloting his own cue-ball of a body! Looking at his size, one would most likely find this gesture "Cute" or "Entertaining".. A child at play maybe. Any of those thoughts would be silenced this very moment, as he hopped up from this position unsheathing a glowing blue weapon and hurling it around in random unsafe directions. "FEAR ME, FOR I AM THE GREAT ONE WITH THE SEEL SCHN-" In the moment before his phrase was completed, his bag flew through the open door, hitting his ankles in midair and flinging his smallish body backwards. After his three flips came to a closing he'd landed wobbly on one foot, falling over after attempting to regain his balance. Crushing the large full and lumpy duffel-bag, he proceeded to stand a regain the item he'd dropped. Oddly enough, it wasn't glowing or bein' all light-saberish this time around! "Now I'm the great one who keeps getting knocked over!" Giggling, and skipping along, he dragged the bag noisly along the building, humming loudly and disrupting quiet areas till he'd followed the trails to the right place.
(I don't know what the machine was supposed to be like, but the following just seemed to Goku-Ish.. I wanted to go "Ahh" and power up inside a space chamber super thingy, then have that converted to fill the tubes! XD)
Entering the room, he was marveled at the door closing back. Looking through a slightly tinted glass, he could see figures pressing buttons, one of them going on a P.A and hinting at him to start when ready.. They must have been alerted of his coming either by a call from those in the last lab, or just the noise he'd made.. Wanting to trap him in this room before he did any further damage with those light sabers of his. Shrugging his shoulders and waving, he smiled and through both arms above his head vertically, forearms facing the window.. Taking in a deep breath and pumping out his chest, he attempted to 'Make Himself Look Big For The Moment'. It didn't work, but it sure as hell was entertaining! Hearing a few giggles over the intercom, he could see some of the scientist over the desk, pointing at him. Pouting angrily, he jerked both arms down to the side of his ribs and let the energy flow, giving off half of each energy type to make an entirely different one. Noticing the men behind the glass pop up, thy instantly began sitting and chattering amongst themselves, having the room absorb the weird readings and take note in what he gave off..
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This high-streamed output lasted a good seventeen minutes and thirty seconds, a timer above the tinted glass blocking the Shinigami scientist from view. Nodding to ask if he was done, they frantically gestured he could stop now. He watched as three and the four and then seven of them came in, each holding two or three little milk jars of a yellowish liquid, glowing intently. Smiling, he noticed the hue but not the glow.. "Aye, yo.. Kid! That was a nice output form someone of your size. A-And.. that energy. Me and the guys gotta read up and sample that stuff its really cool lookin' on the scanners and stuff! Come back another time and stuff so we can get some more readings aye..? Oh yeah, the guys said that your energy had a hint of Qui-" Smiling, he was interrupted, the glasses being taken from his hands and placed into the bag. He continued this, not letting the man talk any further but waving and promising to come back. A she walked away with the bulging duffel bag he began filling tubes with his new supplements in the jars, ready to find his new bedroom and stuff to put these new things in. He'd obviously keep a few of the new ginto to test, and most likely all the Light Sabers.. he just had to show some form of self control and put the rest away "Just In Case"!
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 11:56 pm
(( So will we pick up where we left off, or should I move off to do some training? ))
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