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 Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 5:21 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2012 9:53 pm
 Locura Oculta
Cuatro Espada
Science has made us gods.
The giant, looming square palace of the Cuatro Espada dominated its own space of Las Noches. It rose from the ground in gigantic levels, with rings of light separating the vast floors with a flourish. The metal floor that led up to the doors progressively scanned the footfall of all who approached, measuring reiatsu levels, pressure, the number, individual weight, and estimated size of those who came to his Palace. As he came alone, and it was his own domain, he did not hesitate. The echoing steps made him seem truly alone, and it felt good. To be around that many people for that long was tiresome at best, and social interaction was not his idea of a good time. So the silence of the laboratory, even the entrance, felt like he had come home.
He casually placed his hand onto a nondescript part of the wall next to the massive doors built tall and wide and thick, more to keep things in than to keep them out; though it was equally good at both. The doors slowly slid open in front of him, making a beautifully soft noise as they moved along their slick grooves. Opened partially, it allowed enough space for a man to pass. And Locura moved through them, hearing the sweet sound of closure behind him, leaving him alone in his gigantic facility. He stopped, then, and admired it. Vast walls of stone and metal and various other materials spread high to the ceiling above that seemed almost a lifetime away. All this space, and it was just but one floor. One floor for one man.
In front of him was a giant pillar of light, filling the vast chamber with enough illumination to see. It pulsed constantly, filling the floor with the constant hum of power that lightly teased the skin and tickled the ears. Locura walked to this pillar of pulsing light, and walked up a series of stairs until he was standing inside of it. He muttered softly to himself, and found himself flying upwards from the safety of the ground, passing far above the first floor. The view disappeared as he passed through foot after foot of solid floor, and then blindingly he passed from floor to floor, each one a blur. Perhaps on another day he would undergo his typical routine, checking each floor to make sure that he was well-stocked, that his experiments were still alive, that his current projects were ready for processing. But not today.
He stopped on the final floor, the fifth floor, far above the ground in his tower of pure, unadulterated scientific pursuit. The whitewashed walls and unblemished floors just spoke of the dedication of his pursuit. He had only the best, worked with only the best, and created only the best. He strode up to one of the computers, typed for but a moment upon it, and the room began to change. The computers folded up into the desks, and the desks themselves disappeared into the ground. Everything became naught but floor and walls and window, and a single panel rose from the center of the room. A white rectangle that suddenly sprung equipment from its sides like an alchemical jack-in-the-box. From the ceiling came a large instrument, pointing down at the white rectangle. The scientist strode over to it, and took off his jacket. Wearing nothing more than his white shirt and pants, he took the mask and placed it in the center of the square. He stared at it for but a moment, and then flicked a switch.
The experiment had begun.
Even before we are worthy of being men.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 2:41 pm
 Novena Espada: Carmellia Veloso Carmellia had never been in here before because he never bothered to talk to Locura about anything. Everything in this place looked so advanced, it felt completely out of place with everything else in Las Noches. But it also had a cold, sterile feel to it that made Carmellia uneasy. But perhaps Frysa would like it. "HEY!" Carmellia called, her voice echoing throughout the first floor of the lab. "Where the hell is everyone? SABROSA! EUFEMIA! ...Molester guy?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 7:59 pm
Locura Oculta
Cuatro Espada
Science has made us gods.
Locura began his regiment of adjustments and tweaking, making sure that the levels were perfect. It was a rhythm that he had become used to. His tools were delicate and precise, and every test required an equally delicate series of manipulations in order for the tests themselves to be perfect. He tapped a button, and it responded with a soft beep. He cleared his throat and took one last look over his instruments, making one last minute change to the levels of reishi dampening. "The item itself is the remaining mask fragment of a traitor hollow, supposed to contain this mysterious new energy. The task of this experiment is to..." A sudden beep from the desk behind him jerked his hand, and he swore out loud; the only place he could do so without losing decorum. That beep meant that visitors were here; picked up through the floor sensors and microphones. The scientist focused his attention on the panel once more, pressing the button once more. It beeped back at him again, and then he focused on the dial he had so painfully turned askew. He returned it to its previous location, and then touched it just briefly, locking it in place.
He then whisked himself away from the console and over to the desk. He sat down in the chair and looked at the monitor assembled there. It was focused on a duo that was walking down the entrance to his laboratory. Carmellia and Frysa. They were fairly punctual; he was not expecting this, and had lined up a whole separate series of tests for the fragment. He wasn't as comfortable as he wished to be right now, with the mystery of the mask and the potential return of Frysa's full power. But here they were, and he wasn't about to admit that he wasn't ready. He would just have to trust in his infinite intelligence that he could accomplish it in one go. That wasn't entirely impossible. All of the tests that he truly cared about he did in the secrecy of his office, where he sat now, and did them in one try. All of his other...standby projects...lived or...existed in storage or on the other levels at various stages of experimentation. His personal favorite was the result of inserting raw shinigami reishi into hollow physiology. It was interesting, at best.
He watched the two arrancar with boredom bordering on apathy before he typed on the keyboard for a moment and leaned forward. "Thank you for coming." His voice boomed from the speakers on the first floor. "Your timing is perfect. Head to the elevator. It is the giant beam of light. Step inside, and it will take you. I'll be waiting." He typed once more, and his voice faded from the first floor. He leaned back in his chair, and set his boots upon the untarnished white of his desk. He would wait. There wasn't enough time to experiment upon everything else. So he was going to wait. It was all he could do.
Even before we are worthy of being men.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 8:48 pm
♚ pooє υ ғ є м ι α xxx ɢ є и o v є v αonu ♚
▪ ▪ 𝔼𝕝 ℂ𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕠 ▪ ▪ xxxxx ▪ ▪ 𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕟 ℂ𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕣𝕠 ▪ ▪
"Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect."
_______________________________________________________________________ Once more, the soft tapping of high heeled shoes was heard in the hallways; it was a sign that the woman known as Eufemia Genoveva was nearby; however, the speed of the click clacks were more hurried than the ritual speed. Luxurious hair cascading and trailing behind her in a sea of black. Her usual, billowing long skirt of black and white was replaced by a tight body suit, hugging all of her feminine curves. It was nothing new to Hueco Mundo to see a attractive woman walk around comfortably while scantily clothed. It was how the Arrancarian women are--well, some. Actually, maybe just Eufemia. She lived by an old motto that she heard from some living souls in the Human World, "If you got them, flaunt them" and ever since then, that has been her way of life. Her delicate femininity will be used to its full extent.
"Hello there, Eufie," piped a man she passed in the hallway. Probably one in pursuit of her, right? Then again, they always were. She was a nice piece off a** to them and being the woman Eufemia fancied herself, she would let them have a taste of her forbidden fruit. It was how she was, and how she always will be to other creatures. But, not to science, not to knowledge, not to learning.
Science has been the woman's scapegoat from the realities of her human life, and even now, she finds comfort in its acquaintance. Never could Eufemia ask for a more wonderful career in the afterlife of her human days. She liked working with Lord Locura, and Lady Sabrosa. She liked assisting Locura in the lab. No, she loved it actually. He was quite taken by her poison and how easily it can incapacitate its victims with just inhaling the dust from her wings. He liked her, but not the like or the lust that other man felt for her; Locura actually liked her as a companion. He told her once before, unless she heard wrong, that he was actually thankful for having someone such as she. The best compliment anyone could ever give the beautiful Eufemia.
Today, Locura needed her to do things for him. Lots. Of. Things. It was a long list of errands she would have to finish before he was ready to start. Errands that weren't hard, but the distance she had to take to gain some of the items in the list was quite a feat. It could be no way done in the short amount of time after she left the Meeting Room. "Oh my god..." The woman huffed. She knew she was already late. How? By the look of the hallways. No one was around. It was the time for all of them to go back to their quarters and get busy with whatever. Eufemia felt the blush enter her cheeks as she walked faster to Locura's habitation.
She entered the door without hesitation, in her arms, a basket of chemicals, and whatnot that she believed would be relevant to Locura's experiment. He told her to fetch them early on, but she forgot until after the meeting. "The novena espada was not in her room!" Eufemia half yelled once she arrived.
Her eyes fell upon the purple haired espada a few moments after she reclaimed her breath. She was already here? UGH. She walked all the way to the woman's area for nothing. Goddamit. Eufemia really was late. Oh how disappointed she was at herself.
Locura's voice was heard all around the room soon after her arrival. Was she to enter with the women too? Or, should she just excuse herself to her own quarters and wallow in her uncharacteristic behavior?
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 9:02 pm
Novena Espada: Carmellia Veloso Carmellia scowled as she listened to Locura's condescending voice. The least he could do was greet them personally...but hey, at least she didn't have to look at his face. She turned around when she heard Eufemia had come in, saying that she couldn't find Carmellia in her room. She couldn't help but smile at the lovely woman's uncharacteristic embarrassment. "Wow. It's not every day a butterfly actually goes looking for a spider. Fry-Fry, you go on ahead. I'll be with you shortly."
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 9:12 pm
 Frysa Solsken
Broken Arrancar Even if I'm not strong,
I'll be triple fierce instead!
Frysa didn't like this. Places without any sort of natural shape or feel to them made her feel out of sorts. Claustrophobic. She was, in her heart, a creature of the outdoors. She became fidgety if she had to stay still. She gets hyper if she stays inside. Dead places like this... she didn't like one bit.
She stayed close to Carmellia's side without saying a word. When Carmellia told her to go ahead, she hesitantly stepped away, then proceeded slowly forward.
If you harm my friends,
I'll… I'll do something!
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 9:36 pm
Locura Oculta
Cuatro Espada
Science has made us gods.
Locura's idle mind began to wander, as he waited. He wasn't often given such an opportunity, and as he sat there it became clearly evident why. He stared at the mask as it sat upon the surgical table, waiting to be worked upon. Begging to be touched and worked and unraveled. He flicked his goggle back and forth and back and forth from each and every setting it had, just staring at it. It too yielded little more than quandry and cute thought which almost infuriated Locura if it wasn't such a tiny thing, alone on the cold table.
He remembered a table, long ago, except he was the one on it. And as his mind wandered down that dark path, his countenance followed. He idly reached up and touched the bone white of his mask, sliding his long, pale fingers across its smooth surface as he sat in silence and thought. A face flashed in his mind, just for a second, and his eye opened fully. He sat up suddenly, and clutched his head. A long, uninterrupted moan escaped his lips, hands searched through his hair for solace, finding none. It was in these moments that he was allowed to think when he began to slip. He saw pink, teasing his vision with naught but a color and it was met with his hands slamming down on his desk, sending delicate spiderweb cracks throughout. His hair was tousled slightly by his hands, and his eye was drawn tight. His heart beat fast inside of him, causing his hands to shake ever so slightly.
"An incision is made to access the surgical site. Blood vessels may be clamped to prevent bleeding, and retractors may be used to expose the site or keep the incision open. The approach to the surgical site may involve several layers of incision and dissection, as in abdominal surgery, where the incision must traverse skin, subcutaneous tissue, three layers of muscle and then peritoneum. In certain cases, bone may be cut to further access the interior of the body; for example, cutting the skull for brain surgery or cutting the sternum for thoracic (chest) surgery to open up the rib cage.
Work to correct the problem in body then proceeds." Locura babbled to himself quickly, muttering it under his breath as he pumped his hands open and then into fists, trying to bring the shakiness in his hands down. He focused on procedure. Lists and lists and order and procedure...
He let out a long breath, and set his forehead down upon the cool surface of his desk. Now was not the time for this. Never was the time for this. He had things to do. Important things. God dammit, he had so much to do. So much to do. This was neither the time nor place. When he had time, he would deal with this. Which is why he never gave himself time. No, no free time to think, for his thoughts to stray. His patient was taking forever to come, and it was beginning to unravel Locura. And the last thing he wanted to be was a wreck, in front of...people. He had almost done so once in front of Eufemia, and never again.
Even before we are worthy of being men.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 10:07 pm
♚ pooє υ ғ є м ι α xxx ɢ є и o v є v αonu ♚
▪ ▪ 𝔼𝕝 ℂ𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕠 ▪ ▪ xxxxx ▪ ▪ 𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕟 ℂ𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕣𝕠 ▪ ▪
"Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect."
_______________________________________________________________________ The moment Eufemia made herself known to the foreign, yet invited company within the room, she could feel the arachnid's eyes on her. The eyes that only embodied lust. Lust which many men have set their eyes upon her, as if she was their prey, and easily, she fell into their hands. This spider was no different, yet, she was. She was the predator of Eufemia's prey. She was the Spider to Eufemia's Butterfly. Two opposing forces of quite differing species. Her kind was the pest, and Eufie's the inspiration of many men and women alike. Should she let herself be caught in the web? The novena espada actually spoke to her, which piqued Eufemia's own interest.
Carmellia was not hesitating to show her yearning towards her. It was actually quite obvious. So many ways it was obvious, Eufemia did not even need her analytical brain to deduce the signs of like the spider showed. While this meeting of theirs was the first face to face, and actually acknowledging each other's existence, it was not the first time the woman looked to Eufemia as prey. First, it was during the meeting when Eufie entered to pick up Locura, only to be shooed away by the King. ******** him. Also, the many times they have passed each other in the halls, she was with Locura of course, reading off to him a list of what needed to be done, as he carefully instructed her to be reminded of. And obviously, now. All the times Eufemia has encountered the vile creature, the hungry look was always present on her face.
Locura already warned her about Carmellia. So many times, he warned her not to be so close to the woman. It was apparent why, the novena espada had a thing for chicks with gorgeous faces and big tits. Her appetite for mates was opposite of the norm. Good god, she was a flaming homosexual. Her demeanor made sure that everyone saw this fact. It was no surprise. Eufemia gave a girlish giggle, and commanded herself to become composed.
"It was merely a command, Lady Arachnid," Eufemia stated, giving the espada before her a slight curtsy. The mischievous twinkle in the fraccion's eyes; the twinkle which looked incredibly unnatural in the laboratory. It was a magical twinkle, unlike the scientific surroundings. It was out of place.
Eufemia sauntered her sultry saunter towards the novena espada. Her every move demanded attention, demanded the animalistic instincts to awaken: from the sway of her hips to the slight smirk upon her lips. It was time, the queen of sex was amongst them. "If you want, today can be a special day." An invitation for the spider, perhaps? Maybe. Maybe.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 10:42 pm
Novena Espada: Carmellia Veloso Carmellia kept her eyes on Eufemia like white on rice. She took in every detail from the twinkle in her eyes to the swagger in her hips. Once she got close enough, Carmellia put a sleeve covered hand on her shoulder, narrowed her candy pink eyes, and licked her lips. It was obvious what she wanted. "It is a special day. But for a different reason." Her gaze then turned to Frysa, who seemed to be hesitating before the elevator. "This is something I've been looking forward to for a looooong time. And I'd like to be there for it. And to be honest, I wouldn't trust Locura with my food scraps, let alone my only Fraccion. Don't you worry." Carmellia smiled as she brushed her finger along Eufemia's jawline. "I'll have you in my web soon enough." With that, she turned around and did her own little saunter, walking back to Frysa and placing a hand on her back. "Sorry I kept you waiting."
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 8:49 am
Frysa Solsken
Broken Arrancar Even if I'm not strong,
I'll be triple fierce instead!
Frysa gave a subdued nod. She wanted deep down to bolt; run away from this place as fast as possible. The only thing stopping her was her stubbornness. She said she'd do this thing so she'll do it.
If you harm my friends,
I'll… I'll do something!
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 5:10 pm
Locura Oculta
Cuatro Espada
Science has made us gods.
Nails drew against the cold surface, and with shaky breath Locura brought his hands back up to flatten his hair back down. He lifted his head and looked at the monitor. They hadn't moved much. How badly he wished to be spared his own mind. He stood, suddenly, letting his chair spin on its axis for a minute as he walked. It was silent up here, save for his own slowly calming breath and footfall. He stumbled over to the machine and pressed a rather large button. Everything whirred to life on the table; the sensors sputtered to life and began posting readouts on the screens around him. The tools moved to their correct positions, ready to work and ready to be used. His hands slid slowly over the stainless surface of the table, and he looked at the mask again.
With a small smile, he turned his attention to the data readouts beside him, and then flicked a switch. With a whir, the machines around the table sprung to artificial life, pulling apart every last bit of data that the mask held in order to bring it onto the screen in front of Locura. Physical composition, density, breaking point, temperature, shine index It also brings forth reiatsu data. Everything from amount, density, type, and stability. Everything was reading fairly normally for a mask fragment. A small amount of interference was affecting the readouts, but that was expected. It was a foreign energy source, hidden behind the norm; the interference was naught but the machine failing to recognize the new energy. He brought a finger to his lip, and then began to fiddle with the instruments again. Sliding dials, turning knobs, all of them with their importance and soon enough the interference soon became the only thing on the readout. The energy levels were significant, the density unexpected.
And just like that, the thoughts left him. Nothing but procedure and scientific result. He smiled, beaming even, and input the data into his machine. It would be stored as the Alpha Particle until such a time as it would be identified where it came from. In the mask, there was not a lot of this Alpha energy, but it was powerful and dense. So while it wasn't the majority, it severely overpowered the underlying, base reishi. Now to isolate it into a workable form...
Even before we are worthy of being men.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 10:13 pm
Novena Espada: Carmellia Veloso "Now, let's go bother Locura...together." With her hand on Frysa's back, Carmellia walked with her into the pillar of light. It seemed to glow brighter as they stepped inside.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 11:48 am
The pillar of light glowed bright as the two arrancar stepped inside. It thrummed much like the distant harmony of a harp, built of metal and photons. Once they both stood still inside the faint noise of the pillar rose in volume, and they both began floating upwards, starting slow as they ascended towards the ceiling. As they continued, their speed increased, until it looked as if they were going to collide with the ceiling above. But right before impact it opened, and shot them through floor and floor, passing rows of rooms and tables and the like, always moving upwards.
They came to a stop, suddenly, their feet finding purchase on the floor once more. They were in a wide, open white room, with windows looking outwards to the other places in Las Noches, and the white desert beyond. Locura stood in the middle of the room, laboring over the mask, and he turned to look at the people who had come.
"Welcome to my private laboratory. Feel free to sit." As he spoke, he queued up two chairs from the ground via keyboard. They were normal, white, swivel chairs. "I will be with you shortly."
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 5:54 pm
Novena Espada: Carmellia Veloso Carmellia looked upwards as the elevator rose. She didn't flinch for a second as the speed increased more and more, but was sure Frysa was starting to get scared. When they reached the top, she couldn't help but be awed by the view from the windows. When Locura brought up the chairs, Carmellia only had one question. "Where's Sabrosa?"
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