The Great Kut-Ku [Inv/Core]

Gage sits quietly on the black psudo military helicopter, looking over at the others here, two men dressed in black cargo pants with military gear from boot to head. Across their laps each of them have a single auto rifle, their belts lined with spare ammo clips and additional weaponry if the need should arise. These men were tactical in a word, their gear and demeanor appearing to be trained to a fault and their behavior almost robot like. Gage was the complete opposite, a pair of heavy duty work jeans, a pair of cowboy boots tucked into the ends. His shirt, covered with a leather jacket has the Captain America symbol on the front, the jacket brown and set with rivets. On his head he wears a black ball cap, the bill torn up from a good deal of diving forward and landing on his belly.

The other member of this flight is siting across from him, this young man outfit and appearance showing that he does not in fact belong to the organization as a soldier but as a 'Hunter' like him. Gage's own ability to sense Reiatsu was mostly based on scent, the open doors of the helo making any chance of catching this mans scent and guessing his origins unlikely. He did have a bit of an idea of this mans general persona however having seen him before. To get these jobs one had to at least show face in the gathering halls to request your mission and in there one meets and greets many other hunters of a wide variety of races to make alliances and show off.

Gage himself interacted with many of the hunters in the gathering hall in Naruki, learning and teaching what little he can with a large variety of hunters. It was in here that he even managed to meet his first Arrancar, a hollow that had overcome the hungry nature of being a hollow and reverted back into a humanoid shape.

Gage smiled, it was not normal that he was spoken to first, when ever he went out on missions the general consensus was that he was the chatty one. "Well I suppose we will have to figure that out, as of right now I am a bit of an aggressor so when the time comes I will likely be up close. Don't mistake that for being the boss though. We are here together, not you following me or me following you." Gage had to raise his voice over the sound of the engine and the whirring blades but even so he was able to get the message across. "How long you been part of the Hunt? I have been with the company for almost a year now." Gage was referring to the group as a whole, the main goal being to take down the Hollows that have advanced to an abnormally high level as far as hollows get.

This was not Gage's first hunt but it was the first one where his team consisted of less than three people, the others all consisting of groups of three or four. It was either that Gage and this man were going to be an exceptionally good group together or this mission did not warrant a three man team. Either way the bounty at the end the mission for the killing or the capture of the beast would be worth the money. The last job he had done netting enough money to pay his wages for a month and a half. This particular run was over a massive bird like hollow that was razing small towns around the radius of the forest that its nesting in. Gage's attention turns to one of the Sentinels as he gets Gages attention and taps his watch with his free hand, holding up five fingers to symbolize that they have five minuets left until they were to get out of the bird.

Gage listened, the mans watching eyes observing everything about him, so much so in fact that it was a bit unnerving knowing that he was being watched so closely. Nodding his head in acknowledgement Gage smiles as he repeats back," Three months. It seems like every one gets started in being a hunter before they meet with Polarity(I am throwing a name out there, tell me what you think as far as an organizations name). The other Fullbringer, adjusting the gloves on his hands, taps some metal exposed on each so that the ting of metal can be heard over the air.

Gage was not used to hanging out, if this can at all be considered hanging out with anyone, quite so inquisitive or at least so vocal about it. Nodding Gage speaks,"Well..." stopping to think about how to say it he mulls it over for a moment. This is not an uncommon question, other members of your team almost always needing the general rundown on your powers to get a good understanding of what you are capable of. "Its hard to explain. About four years ago I didn't have a name for what I was or what I can do, I just knew that what ever it was I was happy to be apart of it. Eventually I found that I was about to do something called Soul Communication which I though was AMAZING," Placing heavy emphasis on this Gage continues. "After a buddy of mine gave me a hand in making sure that I was able to unlock my real Fullbring I found out that the pride I have in my ability to be a Fullbringer made me focus my fullbring on the Hollow energy that originally gave me power. That being the case my Fullbring Release is kinda like entering a Hollow state. What about you?" Gage listens for a bit, half distracted by the confusing explanation that he had given.

A gesture from one of the sentinels had caught his attention. A closed fist knocking on their own helmet signaled that it was time to dismount. "Yeah we are jumping, No other way to get down there," Gage unbuckled and grabbed his pack of supplies, buckling it on and tightening the straps. "What ever this thing is can fly so we cant get the bird in too close or it might run it off." Leaning out the door Gage looks out to the miniature landscape below. Gage wasn't about to say but it was on his face, this was one of his favorite parts of a hunt too.

Gage leans out the open sliding door, looking at the minuscule landscape below him, the same butterflies getting into his stomach like before every other mission he has ever run. He could feel his heart in his chest, almost in fact, clawing its way up his throat and into his mouth. This was always the scariest part of a mission, he knew for an absolute fact that he would not for some reason lose his powers mid fall but even so...falling over 12,000 feet still managed to give him the butterflies in his stomach. Hiking his bag up once more Gage looks back at Kvothe, a large bubble circled around him like one of those inflatable balloons that you get kids to climb in.

"Race you to the bottom? We are going towards that camp site there, its the one with the rotating blue spot light." Turning back Gage leans out falling head first, diving down into a face first, head long sprint to the ground. His belly, now fully enveloped with the feeling of falling starts to settle down. Pointing his feet and lining his hands up with the side of his body he makes himself as aerodynamic as humanly possible, the speed of the air around him speeding up to the point of his ear popping from the changing air pressure.

Falling like this for what felt like forever Gage watches the ground get closer, the mass of green beside the blob of water that makes up the lake slowly turning into individual trees and rippling waters of the surface. Zoning in on the spot light he directs himself with his hands and by flaring his body slightly so that he can get some directional control on where he goes. Holding off as long as he can Gage looks back at the last second to see how his partner was doing on the decent now that he was within 600 feet of the ground.

Tucking his body forward Gage flips into a cannon ball, his arms and legs tucked neatly into his core allowing him to rotate about and get his head upright. Now within 300 feet of the ground Gage flares his arms out to catch wind and keep him upright while he concentrated a surge of energy into the base of his feet. Air, moving past him so fast that his shirt was being pulled up and exposing his belly, condenses beneath the souls of his feet. A green spark of energy flashes lightly before a flame erupts into life jetting towards the shore line like a rocket. This energy streams down, vaporizing the top of the lake, putting off steam and spray as the upward energy is enough to cancel out his fall and slow him down, abruptly but still enough to slow him down.

Throttling back on the flame as he gets closer to the water Gage produces smaller jets in the same manner from his hands to control his leaning and directional movement. Guiding himself to dry land he lifts up and away from the water a bit so that no spray from mud can fling up and on him. Clearing the water line Gage cuts the flame, falling to the ground several meters away, heat from the flames in his hands starting to make his palm sting. It is fun, always is fun to Gage, to fly about like a super hero but as of right now Gage has a hard time controlling the flame, the heat almost always singing his skin when ever he starts to 'hover'. In front of him Kvothe stands, not winded and apparently faster than him, no signs of how he managed to get here so quickly. "Okay, you beat me, I didn't even see you pass me," Gage reaches out and offers a hand to shake," My name is Gage. Kinda like a speedometer gauge but with out the 'u'."

Looking about Gage takes in the site, the deep green of the woods relaxing, this being his fourth hunt in this location. "So lets get settled in, we should leave in about an hour to find this thing. R and D says that this thing gets active at dusk and dawn so at least we will be able to find it better. Once we get an idea of where it is we can get a plan put together." Gesturing to their cabin, if you can call the reinforced concrete pill box a cabin. The front of this

"Ha! Cheating, After we started moving about faster than running we accepted that there is no more cheating. You got here first. Its that simple, I just fell the whole way, you did...I have no idea what you did. "I like that idea," the offer to get to know each other and mold their styles to each other sounded like an amazing idea, most other hunters wanting to get in and out as fast as possible, behaving like a solo hunter that happened to be near someone else. Gage listens, taking his ideas and mulling them over as he pays attention. An offer to play support from another hunter. That in itself makes him more valuable than a good solo hunter. A support hunter will do more for keeping everyone in the group alive than a hunter that makes sure every target is dead. "I can take lead on this one if your sure, I do want to let you know that every now and then when I get into my Fullbring I have an...issue. It sounds stupid really and I hate being the kinda person that says it but I some times lose it and see red. As long as I release my Fullbring closer to the target than to you there shouldn't be any issues but if my attention is drawn to you rather than the target I may shift my focus." Gage REALLY hated being that guy that says, 'I lose it and see red' but there was no other description for it. The release of his Fullbring really did make him a bit of a barbarian.

"Because of its...rash nature I try to not release my Fullbring when I don't have to. I try my best to stick to Soul Communication and melee, keeping my range within ten feet of the target so if we want to get the high ground I can draw it to you and you can steal focus from the high ground. While you have its attention I can reek havoc on anything that I can touch from the ground. After that we may have to wing it but its a good place to start."

Gage was happy, the agreement on the battle plan showing that the two of them are on the same page. Oh too often does the plan go awry because someone feels a change of heart and wants to dip their fingers into someone else's roll instead of letting the tank be a tank and the shooter be a shooter. There was always a time to learn how to widen your resume, spreading your wings and allowing yourself to be more than a one trick pony. That time however is not while you were out in the field, in the middle of exacting the mission.

This level of mutual communication was doing wonders for his confidence, his opinion that all other hunters are self centered and far too into themselves to be decent hunting companions slowly fading. This is so much better than another aggressive hunter. All that is left for him to do now is really test whether or not Kvothe was as useful as he was hoping.

"Sounds like a plan to me, so how do I?..." Gage gestures at the bubble unsure if he is supposed to eat it or pop it some how, maybe it will grow bigger and he is supposed to step into it like those large inflatable bubbles that they used to have at the schools for kids to play in.

Gage mumbles to himself,"Don't fight the happy thoughts...don't fight the happy thoughts..." What does that even mean? I don't fight happy thought already so just keep doing what I am doing or do I try to focus on more happy thoughts? Like don't think about the other hunters? Focus on how I found a hunter that isn't going to get me killed? Gages mind wanders to the hunt before his last where he was going after a rare Hollow, a massive aquatic hollow that lived in the bay, with a rather young and questionably inexperienced hunter accompanying him. Not long into the hunt this...sprout...used a form of lightning bolt that arced through the hollow, through the metal it was standing on and into Gage, sending him flying as the energy shocks his muscles into hyper tension.

After coming down Gage's body from the abdomen down was numbed, the electricity having left his nerves a little shot. Crap, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts... He had not realized until too late that he was dwelling on some rather unsavory thoughts. Taking a breath the bubble spreads over him simultaneously letting a wave of emotion spread from his shoulders out. He did his best to listen the Kvothe but the huge change in emotion has completely blinded his ability to listen. The only part of Kvothe's little speech that he had caught was the very end where he says not to distract him and that there was the possibility that he would float away.

"Wait what? Float away?" certainly he was joking, floating away not being to dangerous for Gage but a sudden drop can lead to a broken leg if he is unable to catch himself before hitting the ground. The feeling of worry, fear or ever annoyance fading as quickly as the had arrived.

"Okay, I think it works, I am having a rather hard time concentrating on anything that isn't directly related to a happy or relaxing thought. This is amazing. Its like it I am high on some kind of anti-depressant, or at least what I imagine one would be like. Not a fan of drugs so I can say that I know what they are like." Gage's own Full Bring was far from fully developed, being in what he would imagine the adolescent stage would be in comparison. With each Fullbring any amount of distraction causes some kind of malfunction, the most common one being the acting up of their powers, behaving as if sentient on their own. Gage watches, pleased to be able to float about finally with out having to exert massive amounts of concentration or energy to maintain level controlled flight.

Gage reaches out, poking at the bubbles sides with his fingers, testing the resilience of the glossy sphere. Pleased with the resistant bubble he continues poking and prodding, not noticing that he is slowly lowering to the ground at eye level with Kvothe. "It worked like a charm, I guess all I need to know now is if it will suppress my Hollow Personality. I don't think I can release it while I am in the bubble but if you will let me out of the bubble I will try to get into it and you can drop the bubble on me to see if it will calm me down. I haven't found anything else that will do it but I would love to know that your powers can at least slow me down." The temptation that he would have a way to exit his 'rage' being more than a good enough reason to take the next hour just testing out his powers with this man.