Part 3 - Recovery 1.0

Elan starts with the straps on his arm while an attendant gets a couple of the straps holding his legs the thick leather so tight that he did not know that his feet had fallen asleep. "Gah! Oh my god!" Elan jumps back, fear in her face as she thinks that someone has hurt him but that was not the problem at hand. Gage's left foot had fallen asleep to the point that when they cut the strap loose his foot suddenly seemed to fill with needles so much so that he started to flail his leg, trying to get the blood back into it.

"Crap, no, I'm fine. Who ever tied this thing down made it too tight, my foots asleep," Gage struggled to sit up, fighting the pain in his chest and abdomen from the snake bite. Grabbing a small handle on his shoulder he pulls on it and twists it like a dial, the armor plating all seeming to fall away from his body like scales off a dragon. "There, is that better?" Gage looks around at the room as one of the nurses shoots him a dirty look. He knew what it was for and in all reality he did not mind, if the man that got hurt was really in danger certainly Elan would have told him.

Gage was normally not this aggressive but he wanted nothing more than to get out of here and relax in his own little apartment on his own little bed with no men sneaking around poking and prodding at him trying to figure out 'why' or 'how'. Besides he knew that if his chest was still bandaged up then they did not know that his chest was already healed up. About a year ago he found that if he was severely injured, not just a little hurt like a sprained ankle but something serious like a lion just found a steak in your chest, his body would naturally kick into a weird hyper healing mode. It numbed pain and most importantly it healed him at supernatural speeds that were capable of challenging reality.

"No, if he is refusing care there is nothing we can do. Miss Elan, is there anything that you can do to talk him into staying? Anything at all?" Gage normally would have started loosing his temper but this somehow did not enrage him as he would normally have gotten. "Don't talk about me like I am not here. There's nothing anyone can do to keep me here without knocking me out. I am going home and your going to move," Gage grabs his pants and slips into them, throwing his shirt on. Flipping his hand at the armor plating all over the bed that he was just laying in he uses Soul Communication to 'pull' the armor into a small ball and walks out with the metal under his arm like it was a basketball.

What had happened after that was confusing, the world being more blurry from both his blood loss and the poison of the hollow. Gage recalled the beast being over his limp body, gorging itself on his torso before ripping a mask free of his chest. Then the explosion. There was several explosions, one after the other repeatedly until at one point the beasts weight was no longer on him. One eye opening enough to see he remembers Charilus. It was Charilus right? That feeble old buisness man that had hired him for this particular job. It had to be him. No one else he knew of had that long grey hair in a braided ponytail.

Charilus was upon the hollow, a curved sword in hand wielded with speed and dexterity beyond his years. Hacking at the midsection of the hollow he was atop it, pinning its head down with his foot before he ended the vision with a deft sweep of his blade, lopping off the head of the Hollow that fancied itself to be the embodiment of 'Greed'.

Before Gage had realized it he was standing in the light of the sun, its warmth toasting his back. He had walked clean out of the hospitals emergency area and through the check out station to the parking lot. Looking around he realized that he was in the middle of Karakura towns emergency clinic district. How did Elan get him all the way home in such a short time before he...then Gage remembered. Charilus wasn't with them at the Hollows den. Charilus' only way to get to him in such a short amount of time would have been to either teleport or to create some kind of gate that would allow him a similar effect.

Gage
Elan

Locking both the gate and the front door again Gage turns his AC back on and heads to his room. He was exhausted and he wanted to comfort of his own space, a couch to lay on and a TV to fill the void in his head now that it was buzzing with questions about his future as a Non Fullbringer.

How would his life develop? He had no Fullbring anymore. It was as if he had no backup force anymore. Before if he ever found himself in a pinch he was always able to pull himself out of the fire by using his Fullbring, closing what ever gap in power that he felt. He never used it in excess, only when he was pushed to the limits of his own strength and had more that he needed to do but lacked the power. It was an overwhelming feeling of helplessness that he hated, his least favorite thing in the world, or at least it was, was to have to depend on someone else for something whether or not that something was really important or not.

Sitting there on his bed for what felt like five minuets Gage looks up and see's the moon outside his window, the soft white light illuminating his room. "Oh wow," Standing up he heads to the door switching the light on to the room so that he can see again. Looking around everything is the same in his room, the organized mess scattered around the floor and desk, his tools and parts to things that he is making being on the top of the pile. One thing though does not belong. A single cardboard box half the size of a shoe box sits on top of his desk, tied shut with a piece of twine and topped with a folded white sheet of paper.

I suppose that was his attempt at being a nice guy Gage folds up the paper and opens the box, looking over two three inch tall vials of fluid, one looking like it was liquid mercury and the other like blue coolaid but shining like a glowstick. Taking out the vials he holds them in his hands, maybe something good could come of this after all. His week was rough but if it was true that his fullbring was based on the corupted mask of the madman that he was hunting then there couldn't be too much wrong with getting rid of that mask.

On top of that there was another important matter at hand. Where did the mask come from? Gage knew that the mask was a tool created by the death of the Fullbringer, a byproduct of the sealing of his soul into several peices but beyond that the legend goes that the masks were spread across the world. How did the mask end up with him? His Fullbring item bond was being formed long before he came to Karakura town, his life as a fullbringer starting long before he even knew what a Fullbringer was. Gage thinks back to his fight with 'Terra', a female hollow that had told him that he was born of a hollows energy, his mothers strength keeping him alive long enough to have been born and meet his father.

Two days pass and Gage begins to settle, his dissapointment with the lossof his fullbring finally settling into a mild sense of discontent. If he was to ever move on he needed to focus on something more important, something bigger than this or himself. Gage cleans himself up and gets dressed, his outfit plain so he blends in a little more than usual. A plain white 'T' and a pair of jeans with his first invention, the Break Blade that he made. A sword that holds liquid metal in the hollow portion of the cross guard, capable of extending out to the length of a longsword. Clipping the 'x' to his belt he heads to his garage and looks out over his collection of bikes. Due to all his work for the 'company' he was able to buy out all the slips on the bikes, them all his personal property now.

He just couldn't find the motivation to reopen the shop, the loss of his Fullbring making him solem and quiet. Climbing on one of the bikes he turns over the engine, the rumble of the four cuylinder engine under him making him feel a little bit better. Hitting the button on his key FOB the garage opens, rattling to a stop at the top. Edging the bike out Gage stops and hits the button again, locking the garage and rolls out the street.

Gage
Elan

Heading towards Naruki City Gage pushes the bike to its limits, only feeling the stress of his loss fade when something serious could be happening like when he rounded a bend and almost plowed into the back of a semi. Weaving out of the way he pushes himself to the limit, his body capable of resisting most fatal crashes but even he, at these speeds would end up a stain on the highway spread out over several hundred feet.

Nearly thirty minuets later Gage finds himself outside of Naruki Manor, impressed with himself for setting a new time trial for the trip, having shaved over fifteen minuets off the run. Walking up the front step Gage reaches for the door just as it swings open, Elan standing there smiling back at him. "Hi," she seemed more than happy to see him, her yellow sun dress fluttering in the wind as it snuck its way in the front door. It seemed that she had forgiven him for his less than nice behavior

"Hey Elan. Sorry it took me so long to get here," Gage felt horrible, it suddenly dawned on him that he had run from the hospital like a hurt dog before vanishing for literally two days without a word to anyone.

Gage
Elan

"Charilus, is that my Mask?" Gage's voice was getting panicky, the stress in it starting to show as his voice began to crack. He didn't even know it but he was slowly walking forward, getting closer and closer to Charilus.

"Now Gage, calm down. We don't know what kind of effect the mask has had on you yet. There is a great deal more testing that we need to do before you should even be near-" Charilus couldn't even finish his sentence before Gage lunged for the mask, Charilus having to step in front of him again. "Gage get control of yourself! This is the mask controlling you! This isn't you!"Charilus throws him back, strength that some one of his build shouldn't have.

"Get out of my way Charilus!" Gage see's red, his vision no longer registers the things that is doing. Charging in again he ducks this time, trying to go under Charilus' arm but the old man was not just strong. With a swift kick to the shoulder Charilus snatches Gages ear and pulls him upright by just the ear. "Gah!!! Charilus that hurts!" Charilus grins and throws him backwards, before turning around and sweeping the mask into a magical seal covered box. Snapping the lid shut he looks at Gage.

Gage
Elan

Gage was staring at the book shelves all around him when Charilus popped the question. "Soul Society, the Shinigami world right? Thats the one that you are talking about?" Gage knew of Soul Society, the world being filled to brim with sword weilding soldiers all trained in their own art of war, however unique that may have been.

"Yes, the world of the dead. I have a connection in Soul Society that claims he has found one of the descendants of one of the guardians of one of the masks. We need to get to Soul Society and look into the rumor to see if he really is one of the descendants and if he knows anything about the location for the mask. My connection will be waiting for you in the town when you get there so keep an eye out for him. Elan has already been walked through all this so when ever you find yourself ready to go let me know and I can get you there. Just be careful and keep your head down. Outsiders are not generally liked in Soul Society so if you find yourself in trouble don't hesitate to get out of dodge." Charilus was kinder, at least a bit more personable than he was before the whole ordeal with the hollow of Greed.

Handing Gage an envelope he pats him on the shoulder. "Is there anything that you need to get?" there were a few things that he wanted to get, the first of which being his armor but if this was just a run to Soul Society he figured that it would most likely be outright obvious that he was an outsider if he showed up wearing human world gear and clothing.