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It wasn't long before Gage was able to finally narrow down the weird sensation that the hole was putting off, the hole happening to open in a empty lot behind a oriental gift shop in the tourist district of Karakuratown. He has seen several of these holes appear on multiple occasions, each one being a serious situation where humans and plus' alike are all being attacked and somehow are being turned into a hollow, their powers growing exponentially faster than normally possible. Rounding the corner Gage finds the hole, a horizontal opening in the sky, about twenty feet in the air, the bottom of it appearing to open up to the sky where ever the gate leads to. "Oh fuck," Gage pulls out his phone, flipping through his contacts while staying slightly out of direct sight of the hole in-case something did happen to find its way though while he is distracted.
His own energy, suppressed down to the levels of someone that is no more than your everyday human, is barely visible in the swarming mass of reiatsu floating about, coming out of the hole like a wall of water falling from the sky. He finds the number he is looking for, his finger hovering over the number for 'Polarity', his old company where he was getting the majority of his money. He wants to call, his mind wavering back and forth between making the call and just doing what he can to handle it himself. Then its head pops out the hole, the neck craning over and looking in the opposite direction of Gage, towards the street where the majority of the tourists happened to be wandering about, everyone oblivious to the nightmare looking at them. Taking two quick deep breaths Gage slips his hand into his pocket and pulls out his 'hunters' necklace, slipping it on for the identity protection that it offers from the general population. Slipping his phone into his pocket he ducks and runs to take cover behind a dumpster in the lot.
Cyrell had never seen anything quite like this before. She had been traipsing through the sands of Hueco Mundo for a Good Long While but this was entirely new to her. Usually, garganta were large, maw-like rips in the very fabric of the universe, as hollows spitefully clawed their way between worlds but this was beautifully clean. A perfect circle, as near as the could imagine. She looked through it and the most marvelous thing was on the other side; it was a sticky purple substance that could mean only that the hole was a passage into the dangai. Even more remarkably, on the opposite wall of the thing was another hole, which lead to, what she could best describe as a strange grey texture that looked like tarmac, complete with painted parking bays. How curious! She was not the only one who enjoyed it, it seemed, as she felt the reiatsu signature of an adjuchas class hollow approaching. She quickly hid her own reiatsu signature, and hide behind the hole. The hollow wasn't smart, and so didn't think to look for her, or look behind the thing before it jumped straight through. How curious. She peered in after it and sure enough, it was stood in the parking lot below. She watched it walk around for a few moments, before deciding that she wanted to see what would happen, and stepped through the hole. She got a very strange sensation, like the shinigami part of her soul was cringing at the experience of going through the hole but her hollow side revelled in it. Soon enough she was in the precipice world. And leaping through, she felt the strange change in gravity and used her sonido to somewhat cushion the landing. She looked around, and saw the hollow heading towards what appeared to be a normal human.
Out of the hole in the sky comes the rest of the beast, its face covered with the generic Hollow mask but this time with the same purple venom leaking from its mouth. Oh Great. Gage reaches up over his shoulders grabbing the handles of his backpack, pulling the extendable arms out so that the small plates of armor link up and latch together forming a pseudo chest/arm exo-suit. This particular model was just recently repaired so Gage had yet to pain it the stereotypical blue that he likes, the metal still a glimmering silver. Lighting down in a small poof of Sonido Gage spots a woman emerge out of the hollow's hole, just as the Holer had. But even at first glance he was able to place her, the outfit matching that of every Arrancar that he has ever worked with or met. While he had never seen a Arrancar appear with a Holer before he still had no idea as to what or who they were, not knowing if the Arrancar were in charge of them or if they were just as big of an issue in Hueco Mundo.
That would have to wait though. The Arrancar was dangerous as all Arrancar are but he would have to do something about the Holer first. He could figure out something to do with a Hollow in the Human world but a Holer was a wild beast drawn to any living things it can find. Looking out Gage finally gets a solid look at the Holer, its long tail swaying side to side as the sharp crystals spiking it occasionally dig up the concrete as it grazes it. Its head was almost canine in build, the upper body being built like a super strong panthers while its lower legs were small and under developed like a bats. Throughout its body blue crystals spot it, giving it sharp joints obviously used for self defense. Charging head first Gage starts at the Holer, its attention on sneaking up on some passing tourists out on the street. "Coming through." Gage didn't want to sneak up on the Arrancar, the chance that its first reaction might be attacking him being too high but he wasn't about to work around it.
{Armor used}Name: Combat Armor - 'Uirium' Class: Item - Armour Tier: IV Condition: Good +5 Sharpness: Sealed Coverage: Both Arms, Upper torso Description: link This armor in its sealed state looks like a hard back 'shell' in a similar fashion to a backpack. Conforming to the back's natural shape it is both as hard as steel but at the same time flexible in all its joints losing no mobility in the torso, no more than two inches thick while stored. The plating on the surface of this back mounted unit is colored blue with chromed accents. When Gage wishes to have it be discrete he is able to mount it inside a backpack out of sight, shredding the cloth of the backpack when he dons it. Through the use of hundreds of high powered servos and numerous micro motors he is able to grab two small handles mounted to the back of the shoulders and pull the plating and motors out in a long strand, one for each arm. Once both his arms are extended the plating on each strand's rotate around and bolt themselves into place to cover all exposed skin on the arms and hands like a futuristic plate armor. Along with the armor a pair of barrels mount themselves to the back of his left arm with two one and a half foot long 1" thick rods inside them. On the back of his right arm a single five inch long 50 cal barrel with a breach at its rear allows separate ammunition to be fired from in a single shot fashion, having to be reloaded after each shot. On top of this plating coming up and over his shoulders along with plating coming around from under his arms both cover cover his torso. In all this conversion takes only a couple of seconds providing 100% coverage of his hands, arms, shoulders and lower neck down to the bottom of his rib cage. This transformation takes a maybe three seconds, or less than one post to perform.
The power source of this item is 'Harmonized Boracite' each set into two rings, in the Fullbringer symbol on his back, producing both heat and a low green light. This single power source produces four Giga Joules of energy, just shy of a barrel of oil a second. Around the power cell is a layer of photo-voltic cells turning the light coming from the power cell into straight electricity while the second layer is a thermo-voltic cell, turning the heat radiation from the power cell into electricity leaving no light or heat coming from the power cell. The Boracite produces nearly eight times as much energy when heated with a Tier III worth of heat. That heat can be redirected directly from the Boracite to fuel itself into a never ending controlled reaction. By venting the heat the energy production can be dialed back to safe proportions, this can also be done through soul communication, directly cooling the Boracite.
The actual armor plating is made of ultralight thin Harmonized steel that has been spiritually reinforced so that it is still durable and mobile [Material- Harmonized Steel]. The wiring and servos are all made of a mixture of Harmonized Steel and Harmonized Copper [Material- Harmonized Copper]. Total materials used are [Harmonized Steel - 10/ Harmonized Copper - 2/ Harmonized Boracite - .2]
Name: Combat Arms Class: Hand to Hand Tier: II-IV Type: Varies Range: Melee Description: This technique is simply the armors ability to increase physical strength. This is through feats of physical feats of strength from Tier II to Tier IV. This requires that the action getting the bonus of this technique be performed with the arms or shoulders, the legs and core getting no physical boost to strength.
Name: Pile Driver Class: Weapon Skill Tier: IV Type: Offensive Range: Melee + 1' Description: This double barreled pile driver is mounted to the back of the left arm, two 1" rods running through the barrels, the rods being 1'6" long. Activating this pile driver places it in its weaponized mode, locking both of the rods to the rear. Upon connecting with a punch this weapon fires, launching both rods forward with devastating force before locking them in the forward position until a one post cool down passes. Both of these rods are the sharpness of a sealed Zanpakto, dealing a Tier IV damage to what ever they hit at Cero speeds.
Cyrell's suspicions were confirmed as she dropped onto a paved surface. The human before her appeared to recognise her; she assumed it was due to the mask fragment upon her face, for she wore, as always, her little black dress which was not what other arrancar wore routinely at all. She just watched as the aggressive hollow charged straight at the human. He was spiritual; he had reiatsu, she could feel it. There was, also, a little bit of hollow in there. She would wait and simply watch him. Of all the different races and peoples she had come across so far, these humans-with-hollow-reiatsu were the only ones that she didn't really understand, and hopefully the fight that was about to happen would give her the insight that she wanted into what was about to go down.
She wasn't sure if she was prepared to interfere. It was a tricky situation; what was important to Cyrell was to not get involved with situations but by standing here and doing nothing... Would she be implicitly involved? It didn't matter what was the moral choice. The principle of inaction was sacred to her, she was dedicated to it. It was the closest thing to a religion for her. Hopefully nothing would cause her to forsake it.
Their lash was like that of two furious beasts fighting over their own disputed territory. Gage would have normally been at an unusually large disadvantage due to the large amount of sharp points on the hollows armor but his own armor was designed to combat that kind of danger. The hollow was able to convert humans directly into hollows by the injection of their own poison or virus but Gage knew better. Building this armor to resist puncture he was able to combat head to head with out as much of an issue getting hurt. As soon as he was within range the Hollows head turned to the side like a shark going in the for the bite, Gage going forward with both arms out stretched to meet the closing jaws. Hands catching the upper and lower jaws by the teeth he feels the serrated fangs grinding their ways into the metal, the teeth much sharper and durable than he had expected.
The sheer force of the bite making his arms buckle and start to fold letting the jaws close in around his torso. Serrated teeth closing in on his torso he can feet the tips of them getting closer and closer to his waist, Gage struggling just to keep them from breaking the skin. He could feel the metal plating in his palms bending under the pressure of their combined efforts, his own muscles not strong enough to reopen the jaws, he could feel it in the way that he was struggling. Then the backup system in the armor kicks in, tens of high powered micro servos acting in unison to give Gages arms that extra umpf of energy to straighten his arms out, almost over extending the jaws of the hollow. With a twist of his body he leans one way and twists the head, tossing it to the side simultaneously so that the forward pressure of its stance would carry it onto its side.
The human decided, it seemed, that he fancied a wrestling match. Cyrell was still paralyzed by indecision. What should she do? She watched the hollow's teeth start to gnaw their way through his armour. The strange human with hollow reiatsu was buckling, his limbs and body giving out as the hollow's jaws shut tighter and tighter. What an unfortunate end for a person to meet. So brave, and probably so delicious. She could almost feel the tang of panic in the air. At the crucial moment, however, when Cyrell expected to hear a crunch and a squelch, instead the suit reacted to something. He managed to open its jaws, and flip it sideways. Perhaps not so dead afterall, but still no less foolish than he had been before. Cyrell looked up at the Hole. What a strange thing. She left the human to its fight for the moment, prepared for those two to slug it out as she floated back up into the Dangai.
She had never been in the precipice world before. It was a strange place that connected them all. She'd heard horror stories of those caught in the strange time-like flow that occurred there, deposited somewhere hundreds of years displaced in time, their bodies tearing themselves to shreds in the interim. No kotetsu for her, if she could avoid it. She looked down at the hole, at the fight that was ongoing below.
Gage does not let up, following through with the attack by leaping upon the head and starting to pummel it with his servo backed muscles. Blow after blow cracks the hard shell and exposes some sort of soft fleshing underneath, just in time for him to drive his clenched fist into the wound and fire off one of his explosive rounds. The crack of the barrel firing was muffled by the hollows own musculature but nothing would have been able to stop the deafening sound of the explosive detonating, the shear force of the blast kicking him backwards and coating him with a rather neat even layer of gore.
Staggering he comes to a stop, his hands grasping desperately for the emergency release handles, Fuck fuck fuck.... His mind is filled with panic as he pulls the armor from his body and begins to check himself for any kind of exposed wounds that would have allowed the venom or saliva to get into his system. The gut wrenching feeling subsides as he finds nothing, the armor having done its job and kept the worst of the damage from being dealt to his body. Looking up at the inverted world he clears his throat. There was still another Hollow to contend with. Crouching down and vaulting upwards a ring of green light launches him upwards to pass into the portal so that he can get a closer look at this door.
"So. Its safe to assume that you are not here with the big boy?" Gage gestures down below him at the hollow, its head ruptured from the explosion. Lighting upon an invisible disk of air he stands so that he can look this stranger face to face. She seemed young but looks were often deceiving in this line of living. Chances were that this one was decades older than him.
As Cyrell looked back, in enough time to see a mask-shattering punch from the fullbringer. She instinctively brought her hand up to her own mask remnants. She pitied the hollow. What a way to end your existence. As fodder for some mortal coated in armour; armour that he had most likely stolen from a spiritual being. She dropped down to the floor, and saw him punch the hollow's head. She sensed the building up of some reiatsu, and used her sonido to whoosh backwards and exerted her reiatsu so that her dress wasn't covered in entrails. The human-with-hollow-reiatsu, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. She was stood not too far from him but not close enough to be attempting to threaten. Now that she was safe from potential gorification, she wasn't exeting her reiatsu, nor was she making any particular attempt to hide it, just restraining it politely.
She watched him frantically remove the armour, before doing a kind of leap upwards to check out the hole. She picked up one of the armour's arms to examine it. It was quite complicated; full of moving parts and servos. She wondered how useful it actually was, or whether or not it could be easily jammed. As he spoke, she performed a sonido to return to her former position so he didn't have to bother coming back down to talk to her. She continued to examine the armour as he spoke.
"Are we ever safe?" she asked in return, not looking him in the eye. It freaked her out that people talked like that, looking straight at each other.
Gage did not know what to make of the double question. She didn't seem aggressive or too hurt that the hollow was down but she also did not state her intentions. "The land of the living is hardly ever safe. People run around with guns, Hollows hunt on a daily basis. Shinigami sacrifice whomever they want to get the job done, Quincy stand by to watch from a distance as the world burns. It seems a lot like the only ones here to protect humans are the humans." It was a bit of a touchy subject to him, the safety of the world being first and foremost in his mind. It was the responsibility of those in power to use that power to help those that do not have any.
"What are you doing here? Not looking for your next meal certainly." Gage's hand went tentatively to his hip where a palm sized X hung off his belt. To anyone else it would seem as if he were placing his hand on his hip or to an observant person that he was placing him hand over some kind of badge or buckle. "I cant imagine that there is anything here that you want to waste your energy on just for a small snack."
She listened to his assessment of the situation and wordlessly disagreed. Such a cloistered, mortal assessment of the state of affairs. He seemed to have strong feelings about the subject however and so Cyrell didn't alter her blank face one iota. She was the ultimate mistress of neutrality and it served her ambiguous purposes well in situations such as these. She was still trying to puzzle out exactly what he was. Secretly a hollow in disguise? His armour, the piece of which she had picked up off the floor and was still fidgeting with vaguely, seemed not to be the source of the reiatsu. Perhaps some humans merely had some hollow traits, the result of a hollow attack? He was certainly living, not dead. It wasn't often you got living results of a hollow attack.
His racism cut through her musings. He was heavily implying, it seemed to her, that she ate souls. Such a thing was an activity undertaken only by hollow. She wasn't offended on a personal level, per se, but it was a massive faux pas from this strange human-with-hollow-reiatsu, and she wondered if some form of social castigation might be appropriate as punishment. "You are inconsiderate or unintelligent or both in your assumptions." she said, her face virtually the same. He would be getting no emotional readings off of her; there were none. His rudeness, however did allow her to, for the first time, ask the question that had been gripping her for the longest time that no-one seemed at all willing to answer.
"You too have the reiatsu of a hollow. Did you steal it? Or do you eat souls? Can you even call yourself human?" she asked, enigmatic as usual.
He would have been willing to put money on the fact that she was older than him, her younger body appearing youthful but her attitude being far more restrained and mature. "Consider me biased, my opinions stem from the fact that you and yours have made a life from consuming the souls of the living." Then the topic came up, once more, as it always does during these less than 'outrageous' meetings. She brought up his hollow nature, the source of his individuality and the wellspring of his energy. It was not that he did not like who and what he was but more that he did not have a good argument for his existence, the 'powers that be' choosing to let him roam the world as a half man half monster. But he has come to terms with his beast like origins.
"I stole nothing. I inherited this from my mother who received it like a scar from a hollow. I am human, more human than you and ten times the human than this 'thing' ever was. I chose to use what I have been gifted or cursed with, I don't care what you call it, to defend the people that are to naive and weak to see the world around them. Without me they would vanish in the wind, some small snack to a monster that would never even know their name." He was starting to get the feeling that if there was going to be some kind of conflict here it was either going to happen very soon or not at all. "I can say that I have never eaten another soul. Can you say the same?"
"You are incorrect. Arrancar do not consume souls. Perhaps I did... In some previous life. But then again perhaps you did too." it was probably the most Cyrell had ever spoken in a single go, but she wanted to get that crystal clear. It was a misunderstanding that she wasn't prepared to perpetuate. No one, or at least no one rational, wanted to be thought of as a monster and she was no different. She was an intellect, not a fighter and just as this man had come to terms with what he was, so too had Cyrell. There was nothing inherently monstrous about her; except the undeniable monstrosity of her reiatsu.
He had spoken of his origin... She had never heard of a human surviving a hollow attack. That in itself was odd. But for them to receive hollow-like powers because of it? How strange indeed. It was something worth investigating at the very least. This human at the least, was enjoying his chance to play hero. She wondered if he used it as a bargaining chip in mating negotiations. She had come to realize that asking was not exactly a socially acceptable thing to do. She wondered if he wanted to try and fight her too; she hoped not. She still held his armour; maybe if she threw it to him it would let her escape through that weird hole. Worth a shot, either way, right?
"Catch." she said, and sent the glove spiralling towards Gage, and performing a sonido to launch herself clean through the precipice world and into the garganta on the other side, where she landed in the sand in Hueco Mundo with a soft 'whumph'. Hopefully he wasn't crazy enough to follow her; she got the feeling that he would quite easily be able to track her down and confront her. And she would not come out on top of that altercation.
"Arrancar don't consume souls? At all?" he could not really get his mind around the idea that hollows, the mindless beasts that they started out as, consumed souls to the point of regaining their self awareness where they no longer eat souls. "And how would you expect to keep living after that? Do you eat normal food? Certainly you are eating something to survive." It made sense to him that a living, or non living thing in this example, would have to consume something to survive. Who ever this was did not care for talking much but he did learn a few things that he would have to look into. If the consumption of souls made a hollow stronger to the point of self awareness then they somehow grew out of the need for human souls then perhaps there would be a way to get the hollows on an artificial diet so that there was not a need to eat humans at all.
With a nonchalant toss she flings the metallic glove back to Gage, the metal spiraling out of control. Snatching it out of the air he looks it over, a few large fangs sticking out of gaps in the armor plating. With a single step of Sonido she was gone, vanishing back into the portal leaving him alone on the street with an impressively large carcass of a hollow. Carcass of a hollow...
Looking back at it Gage spots the tail end of it vanishing around a corner, leaving a sizable blood trail on the ground. "Crap," what ever else he would have liked to do with the Arrancar would have to wait. There were bigger lizards on the streets to worry about. Alone the injured would not be to hard to put down the Arrancar behind him being a bigger threat than the hollow itself. At least with some time this hollow would serve a greater purpose on his lab table.
Gage walks through the torn down town the walls of buildings once standing tall being nothing but rubble and iron rods scattering the streets. He has long since stopped feeling like there was more that he could do, his meager strength at the time being a small mote of light in the bonfire that was spiritual acivity at the time of the attack. That was not to say that he did not care about it though. That was as far from the truth that was possible, if anything he had finally converted his blind rage into a white hot poker, using his arrow like focus to target the group responsable for the damages. They would pay and he would be at the other end of that sword when the time comes.
But first the task at hand. Gage had set something important here, something that he had put aside until the time was right. Plump for the picking it was time. Gage was near the epicenter of the damage, the rubble and debris rather thin as it was pushed away during the explosion of energy. It was like walking through a dream, the damage in the area so intense that it seemed more like a war zone than what used to be the center of the town. Only one thing survived the blast, seemingly a miracle of protection overlaying the front of a small bakery nearby. Turning away from the building Gage moves on, rounding the corner to a small pile of rubble that seemingly marks his burial site.
Taking a knee infront of the pile he pushes the larger rocks aside, the small pile shifting and settling. One after another he picks up the rocks and tosses them aside until he gets to the nearly compleatly destroyed asphault below. Green energy surges into his hands as he palms the ground, the broken concrete splitting and opening up into a four foot wide tunnel that decends down over twenty feet. Standing up he hops into the hole in the ground, decending into the darkness until his feet hit the ground at the bottom. Pushing in the wall in front of him a cave opens up, rock and dirt collapsing at his beck and call.
The room itself was once large, big enough to hold the entirity of an elephant sized dragon like hollow with room to spare but the falling rock from the attack on karakuratown has knocked massive portions of the ceiling down to crush parts of the hollow underneath the weight of the stone and dirt. "Great, ruined." Snapping his fingers at the pile the largest rock lift up and roll over, getting the majority of the body squished and shredded under the pressure.
Sighing at his ruined remains he snaps his fingers again, lifting the other rocks up and away so that the full view of the body is visable. There was little that he could save, the talons were undamaged, the mask shattered, majority of the bones broken. Walking forward he pulls out his 'X' Blade, a mercurial blade with now actual form unless Soul Communication solidifies it into a usable tool. Turning it to a long scythe like blade he starts into the massive beasts rib cage, hacking his way into its innereds so that he can get a look at the organs inside on the off chance that they may be able to be harvested.
Then he finds something that he did not expect, a small placenta like sack with a smaller pile of limbs inside. "What the hell is that?" Gage moves over, grabbing a large intestine like tube leading to the sack and pulls out the entirity of the bulbus mush. Laying out the sack on the ground he grins. This is something that I can use... Pulling out his knife he cuts the sack open and starts carving out the hollows fetus for strips and squares of what will be the softest leather that you could ever imagine.
Hours later Gage is standing over a tossed together frame of wood with the hide of the small hollow pinned up to dry. To him it looks like a leather tanning stand but to any regular human it would look like a wooden square that has nails in it. Grinning at the exceptionally soft leather he takes it outside and sets it up in the middle of the driveway so that it can sun tan. Heading into the house he grabs a cup of hot coffee from the pot. He had the base material now, something that he has been debating getting started on for nearly three months now but since he has the leather it is time to get to the game.
Picking up the skteches and designs that he has spent the last three months pouring over he has finally got a finished product in mind that he wants to use. Pulling out a bar of Harmonized copper and a square yard of silk that he had bought from a merchant that makes hand woven reels out of southern japan. Holding up the yard Gage folds it up and sets it aside, the white florecent light overhead showing that the silk was almost without flaw, close but still not good enough for Gages personal tastes.
Taking it and his bar of harmonized copper into one arm he grabs the blue prints and heads down stairs into his converted basement where his best equipment is. Setting everything down on his light table he grabs a pair of bins out of his storage, one to keep his supplies in and one that is two feet wide and a foot tall. Made of clear plastic he grabs a small bag of sylicone beads that electronic boards are made of. Dumping them into the bucket he spreads them out so that they are about a sixteenth of an inch thick. Snapping his fingers together a green arc of energy jumps from his fingers into the plastic liquifying it in an instant.
Flipping the bucket over he taps the bottom and tries to shake the gel loose but the air tight connection to the bucket makes the gel stick without giving at all. Frowning at the bucket he snaps his fingers and sends a small jet of air out to wiggle its way underneath and lift the gel up and off the bucket. Smiling he flips it again, the gel flopping onto the table with a plop. Grabbing his copper bar he grabs a stand with a verticle pole that spins.Setting the copper bar down beside the pole he closes his eyes, touching the pole with one hand so that it starts off spinning, sloly at first but then faster and faster until it actually puts off a small breeze which is odd as it is a smooth object.
Then touching the copper bar he fills it with his own spiritual energy, heating the copper until it is a smoldering white. Lifting it upwards into the air he suspends it with Soul Communication. Drawing one finger away from the copper it pulls a strand of copper away in a single thin strand that cools into a small wire. Leading the wire over to his spinning rod he lets the motion of the rod pull the copper into a spool like motion so that it winds itself into a reel of metal. With a grin he lets the rod do the majority of the work, only keeping the metal suspended and heated. Soon he is left with a large spool of wire and a tiny left over ball of molten copper that he has no current use for. Tossing the copper over into a spare materials bin he pulls out a small metal box with eleven gems set into insulation for protection.
Pulling out a trio of rubies he closes the box setting them back on the shelf. Setting them on the table he takes a moment to clear his head. He has worked with many hard materials but these gems are harder than most things that he has worked with. Levitating them in the air infront of himself he closes his eyes and puts both hands up on either side of them. Green soul communication energy arcs from hand to hand until all three gems are illumenated by the light. Furrowing his brow he charges them with enough energy for them to suddenly shatter, breaking up into smaller peices that he can work with in his gloves.
Setting all the gems down on the table he smiles as he sifts through the smaller gems. Picking out his favorite ones he pushes them aside and collects the spare 'powder' and piles it up, grinding it up into an even finer dust so that it is closer to a powder than a sand. Everything was almost ready, the last thing that he needs to do being that he needs the ink for his alchemy symbols. Taking a small vial of liquid off his shelf he gets a tiny petri-dish and mixes two tablespoons of the fluid with the powdered gems. Putting the lid on the dish he sets it aside to 'cure'. In reality he had nothing else that he could do with it until the leather was done.
By this point he was starving, so he steps away from his project to get some food and check on the progress of the leather tanning. The sun was starting to set so it was about time to get it out of the weather on the off chance that it would rain and get it indoors to be scraped and salted. Dragging the wooden frame inside he sets aside and starts to rummage through his fridge. Pulling out a box of refridgerated noodles out he kicks the door shut and tosses the food into the microwave.
With hot, steamy, old chinese in hand he heads backdown stairs to sit and stare at the progress of his materials. It was late but he would be able to start on the alchemy design in the morning with the powdered gems as a focus item. He had some good base designs but they always seemed to fade out without some kind of item that could contain the power. Without the item the energy tended to seep out the edges of the symbols but if he could get an item in there to act as a capcitor then he should be able to hold the energy long enough to be put to use.
Heading up the stairs he sits on his bed and kicks off his shoes, picking up his snapping his finger so that a bolt of green energy jumps out of his finger and lights the T.V. Nothing good ever seems to be on at night but that is just what he needed right now. He wanted to pass out and this mindless drone of a narrator would do just that as long as he could find it in himself to stretch out on his bed and go to sleep.
The next morning was quick, waking and heading straight to his workshop with his leather under his arm. Halfway tanned he figured that he could get the rest of the moisture out of the material without having to use the sun. Clearing his table he lays the material out on the table. It was dried mostly but had an odd shape, the cuts of flesh barely usable after the drying and shrinking. Hmmm...Okay... Gage pulls the edges of the leather tighter and runs his hands over the surface, the green light of soul communication sparking over the leather pulling the last of the water out of the material.
The whole process is slow, rushing it making the leather dry faster than in other spots so that the material cracks and tears. In all the drying takes over four hours, Gages eyes swimming from the strain of concentrating and staring at the same thing for so long. By the time it is done he is on the verge of sweating, having to have his arms suspended over the material for so long without stopping. Rolling up the stiff material he carries it under his arm and walks up the stairs to the kitchen where he grabs his house phone.
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