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Seran’s fingers drummed continuously on the table in front of him, his eyes drifting around at the remaining empty seats. It wasn’t surprising really, he couldn’t expect punctuality from the people he had only recently brought to Hueco Mundo. Despite his efforts to keep the guests confined to their rooms, almost all of them had managed to wander the first day they had arrived. Theocelese was another story. The mod soul had told him there was no need to prepare food and drink for this meeting, but he might as well have been talking to himself for all the good it did.
He sighed, reminding himself that patience was imperative when dealing with humans and their offshoots. The drumming of his fingers stopped, and he tried to distract himself with thoughts of the last time he had been in this room. “The Meeting Room”, that was all they had ever called this place. Seran had never seen the room except as it was now, but according to Theocelese it had been a meeting place for the Espada during Sosuke Aizen’s time ruling the white fortress. One of the first things the grizzled arrancar had done after Aizen’s departure and subsequent defeat was replace the long table with a circular one. “That way no one sits at the head as a leader.” he had told Seran. The mod soul didn’t really understand why his friend had considered it so crucial. Their former group, The Alliance of Las Noches, had held several meetings here, including its last. Seran still remembered that day, and the memory was not pleasant. He pushed the past from his mind.
Monitor, how much longer will I have to wait here.
Time Estimate Indeterminate. All Guests Have Vacated Their Quarters. Lacking Links To Each I Cannot Directly Confirm They Are Moving To This Location.
What about the big man?
Theocelese Has Finished His Culinary Activities And Enlisted Several Others To Transport The Nutritional Substances.
Seran’s mouth twitched as he stifled a grin. It never ceased to amuse him, watching arrancar other than Theocelese do menial tasks like transport food. Arrancar were, by their nature, proud beings; it was a result of the natural process by which hollows evolve with the most “dominate” soul in control. Pride like that was not a good match for chores, but it was exactly the kind of humor Seran enjoyed. For some reason it brought to his mind the image of arrancar wearing tuxedos, which did bring out a slight chuckle. But the moment was short lived as his heightened hearing picked up the sound of approaching footsteps.
Indeed, Seran's words would go in one ear and out the Arrancar's other ear. Even if no one ate, there was more for him and his century of ilk. Not counting Tucker, Theocelese could say there was at least a hundred or so Arrancar in Las Noches. They either stayed and fought, or they came back after several search parties came to look for him. For today, Theocelese was going for something more...unique, and something he'd been craving for a very long time. It was also something he could make in one gargantuan portion and not have to worry about getting too much dirty. What was his grand meal? Biscuits and sausage gravy, as well as hashbrowns (one batch crispy, the other less so). Save for the potatoes, everything was made from scratch in the kitchen. To go with this, orange juice, milk and tea. Although he saw everyone as workers in some point in time, his now-personality altered mind made sure all of the Arrancar who were bringing in the trays, silverware, drinks, glasses and the like were all female and wore what one could consider very expensive dresses. No, they were not got up like maids, these Arrancar were dressed like they were being taken out to a fancy dinner.
The doors burst open with Theocelese at the head, a lit cigarette in between his lips. He took a few steps in, inhaled off of the cancer stick and pointed to several locations, to which the Arrancar began setting everything up for the meeting. He'd gained their cooperation not just because of any imposing presence or threat of violence, but each one was promised a special meal of their choosing and a few were up to a more personal evening. Not to mention, all the fancy clothing and jewelry he acquired for them. Warriors they may be, but still women, and they were the easiest beings to placate when small favors were needed. In a way, he yearned for this. It felt so long since he could have a group of organized people around his table, in his home.
“Seran, it is good to see you again. I apologize for being a few minutes late, but you cannot have guests over without a proper meal and drink out. Speaking of drinks, I'll be set to have our bar fully restocked by next week as well as the materials needed to get it back up and running. But, one major thing at a time I suppose,” The Arrancar took to one of the many chairs and pulled out an ashtray from the inside of his suit pockets. In this situation, Theocelese was dressed just as nice—if not better than the attending Arrancar. His three piece suit looked freshly pressed and cleaned, his shoes were polished and around his wrist he wore an expensive watch. If anything, Theocelese looked more like some kind of mafia boss than a fierce, ancient Greek warrior.
Repetition, That was how one became strong. So this sudden change was... confusing to Amaya. She couldn't recall a time where she ever attended any big wig-type meeting like this, and for the life of her she could hardly even remember most of the names of the people that would be attending save for Seran and her sister, Hikari. Unlike Theo, Amaya wasn't anywhere near as fancily dressed as he was, Instead Amaya was dressed in a simple black leather dress that came down roughly half-way down her thighs. The walls of Los Noches weren't exactly unfamiliar to her, She could recall the brutal training that Seran put her and her sister through in Hueco Mundo. But as she walked the halls she couldn't help but feel this place was simply too unnatural, She didn't like it here... It felt cold and it wreaked of death and destruction. Amaya wasn't sure of what had happened here, but she knew whatever it was... It was fueled by negative emotions. She knew, of course, about Hollows and Arrancarr, She knew of their tenancies but didn't much care for that. The way she saw it some had points and some didn't. Looking upon most hollows she could hardly say she felt sorry for them, or that she regretted killing them when they tried to kill her. She knew that Arrancarr had regained some semblance of their humanity and she would've rather avoided confrontations with them at all costs, She knew that Arrancarr were far more powerful than their normal Hollow Counterparts.
Her footsteps echoed through the halls as she approached the Meeting Room, Her heels clicked with each step and rang out the all-too-familiar *clip, clip, clip* with each step. She figured if this was to be a meeting, she should probably not be dressed to fight. The only change in her wardrobe were her shoes, sneakers for fighting and heels for social gatherings. She had a rough guesstimate of how many people would actually be attending, and this would be the first time meeting all of the other guests. As she approached the chamber she could already hear a new voice, her eyes narrowed a bit... a voice she didn't recognize, but even so she had to remember that this was still only a social meeting... and if her Father trusted them, then she too should trust them. With a quick relaxing sigh she continued forward, rounding the corner and into the room where the door had already been open. She could see... A lot more than she had thought would be here, as she looked around she saw numerous female Arrancarr, Her Father... and another Male. He was dressed in a rather fancy suit, one she didn't expect for this kind of meeting. In truth it really shouldn't have surprised Amaya as much as it did, but for one reason or another it did. She cleared her throat as to announce her presence as she made her way past the male, not looking at him or even really acknowledging his presence as she made her way up towards Seran.
"Hello Father" She said with a bow as she took a seat next to him "Are all of these people apart of the guests?" She asked curiously, still only paying attention to Seran and not the other male.
Post by R. Kote Bennett on Aug 4, 2016 19:47:41 GMT
This was a system shock.
No, system shock was an understatement in this scenario. There were a lot of things Kvothe had hoped to accomplish in life; being exactly where he wanted to be, where he needed to be, but under entirely the wrong circumstances was not on that list. For as long as Kvothe remembered he had wanted to make it to this place, Hueco Mundo, but he hadn't known its name back then, nor if it even actually existed. Being here was more than a system shock, wandering around the dreary landscape was an entire life changing experience. Kvothe took a deep breath and continued to let his thoughts wander as he searched for the man who had brought him here. He couldn't remember his name but the fierce look on his face, the air of power that swirled around him; those things stuck with the Fullbringer. Truth be told, Kvothe was way out of his league; he hadn't informed Polarity about this little adventure and he hadn't alerted any of his friends either. While it may not have been the smartest move to come to the home of the Hollows without a plan B, he thought it for the best. The only allies that Kvothe had we in direct opposition of the race that called this place home; Kvothe himself couldn't stand Hollows,either, but there were some who seemed more than mindless beasts. The Arrancars...Kvothe had only learned about them recently, but they were powerhouses. No, alerting his allies that he was visiting this place would only start a war that he didn't believe he was prepared for.
Kvothe was still wrapped up in his thoughts when he felt a sharp pain shoot through his face. He clenched his teeth together and took a deep breath: he had run into a wall. The symbolism was not lost on him, the wall representing not only a mental but a physical barrier stopping him from achieving his true goals at the moment. Now was not the time for an in depth analysis of the metaphysical value of walls, no, now was the time to make sure he'd be able to save face. Kvothe looked around, rubbing his nose; from what he could see there was no one around who could have witnessed his blunder. There was, however, a large set of doors just to the left of where Kvothe had injured himself. The Fullbringer sniffed a bit to make sure he was okay before pushing through the doors. Ahead of him on the far side of the room, Kvothe first noticed a large round table.
"I was unaware I was dealing with knights." Kvothe chuckled to himself before slowly trailing off. There were three figures on the far side of the table, opposite him; he was unsure if they heard his joke or not, but he figured it was better to be professional now whether they heard it or not. "Hello," Kvothe looked around as he approached the three, "am I late or early?"
Another day in this dreaded place. She found Hueco Mundo boring, even if she did escape Los Noches all that was outside was sand and hollows. They never usually did anything worth sneaking out for and it would be problems if she got into a fight and injured. Seran had told her multiple times to stay put at night. At least in the human world she could steal learn things here it wasn't so simple. So this meeting that was being called was most definitely a treat for her. The white haired girl broke the corner just the unfamiliar voice reached her ears. There she saw a blonde man in a top hat standing in the door way. Over his shoulders she could see her sister, Seran and one other person whom she didn't recognize.
"I presume you're either early or right on time, as I doubt father would be here if it were the latter of the choices you gave yourself. Now if you'll please excuse yourself out of my way."
Hikari was far from ill mannered but she didn't like people being in her way and was rather blunt when it came to people skills. She brushed pass the man standing before stepping into the room wearing a white top, blue jeans and black knee high boots. She walked over to the head of the table and took the seat closest to Seran's right. She smiled in greeting to her sister, "Amaya, you're early."
Her eyes then turned to Seran, "May I ask what we're here to discuss Father?" As she spoke she fanned a hand in front of her face blwoing away the smoke coming from the cigarette the arrancarr had lit. "And who are charming hybrid friend over there is?" She asked more out of curiosity simply because he reminded her of Dane. Well in terms of the feel of his reiatsu not looks, but none the less this mans presence brought memories of the vizard to mind. "He reminds me of Hidane."
"Christ. You've gathered a merry little crowd haven't you?" A voice from behind Seran as a familiar redhead stepped out from what seemed to be a literal ripple in the air. The space behind him stabilizing the moment his feet touched solid ground once more. Glancing around the meeting room, Liam couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the various kind gathered here so far. Quincy and Mod Souls and Arrancars and Fullbringers.
"..Oh my." He drawled. A small smirk spreading across his features as his eyes drifted to the rather eclectic differences in attire. While their host's suit was rather impressive he couldnt help but tilt his head quizzically at both Amaya's dress that wouldn't be out of place in an adult's magazine as well as Kvothe's rather dapper top hat.
"It seems I'm a tad under-dressed for the occasion." And wasn't that the truth. All he was wearing was a simple grey hoodie and a pair of cargo pants. A far cry from what the majority of the others present were wearing.
In the end though. Appearances were inconsequential to why he was here. Seran had sent an invitation and Liam had arrived. Granted he was hardly willing to spend a night in a realm that was anathema to half of his blood. So instead of making use of room provided. He simply went home before coming back after a few hours. But for now, Seran had both his attention.
Taking a seat opposite the Mod Soul. Liam gave both Seran and Theo a smile that on the surface appeared friendly, but held just a tad too many teeth to be genuine. "Are we expecting more? Or will you tell us why you've gathered us here now?"
Gage had spent a good deal of his time getting this particular uniform ready. It was not usual that he would be invited to a party that had more than vodka and whiskey as their main courses so now that he had the opportunity to show off his fancy company uniform he would take it. It was a snappy blue with gold trimming and some pins to show his accomplishments in the psudo military organization. His hat was a Sailors black bill with blue cloth on top, the front pinned with the mark of the Fullbringers. His particular role in this party was still unknown but he did know that it had something to do with his tendency to build his own gear.
Nearly two months ago he was mid mission when he pulled out his modular torso armor fitted with a 50 Cal pistol barrel on his forearm. Some one somewhere important must have gotten footage of it because they sent a man to talk to him about some of the things he was working on and to see if he would be willing to do some work for the company both as a representative and as a designer. It was a tempting offer, working for a group that had the type of resources that a whole government would have. Accepting the offer he is left with a spare phone and a contact number in case he finds he needs some resources for his inventions.
Time goes by and he eventually gets a call that a man has contacted them, looking to get his hands on a decent assistant. The company knowing the 'difficulties' that this job would bring decided to send Gage, someone who was both tough enough to survive a tussle and smart enough to make his own gear. Stepping out of his room with his cap under his arm he walks, his hard heeled boots clicking as he walks. Finding the double doors that everyone else apparently entered though he walks in.
The room was massive, a large round table in the center with a feast being set out. He was not the first in but it seemed that the table was a bit large for how many of them that there were. Immidiatly Gage recognises two faces, Smiling a nod to Kvothe who has him working on a pair of gloves back at his shop and Liam, a hard headed Quincy that seemed...short tempered with others. He had run into Liam during a hike out in the mountains where some vanishings had drawn the attention of the nearby 'awake' people.
Cyrell waltzed dreamily into the room with the table and, without speaking a word to anyone, took a seat and began tucking into some food. She had been brought here not exactly against her will, as she didn't especially possess any of that but certainly Seran had asked and she had acquiesced more out of curiosity than any real desire. That didn't mean it wasn't exciting. Cyrell was weary of being back in Las Nochas and was even wearier of siding with anyone, much preferring her Swiss-style neutrality, but it was nice to feel like she was in the middle of things. She assumed the food on the table was there to be eaten, and that she was safe here; and hence helped herself to a large plate of hash browns and a tall glass of orange juice and another of coffee.
All the while, however, her mind had been buzzing. Seran was there. Mod soul. Deathly strong. Theocelese, perhaps even stronger, arrancar. She recognized him but didn't know him. There were a couple more modsouls- she had no idea about them. A red headed quincy. Two fullbringers; one of them even weaker than her and she was not strong, by arrancar standards at least. He was dressed like a swaggy pimp. The other one was more sedately dressed, and stronger than her but not as strong as their hosts. Her assessment of strength was based not only on reiatsu, but on bearing, as well as what she already knew about some of the individuals. Of those gathered, probably only Seran, perhaps Theocelese would know anything about her- not that any of them cared, which suited Cyrell just fine. She had resolved herself to mostly remain silent, as she always did, and simply continued to eat her food, avoiding the biscuit which she was somewhat mistrustful of.
Post by SUPERIA IGNISA REGALAS on Aug 14, 2016 6:51:47 GMT
Professionals, people who prided themselves in their work certainly deserved that title. Superia spent many hours days and months looking into her family's techniques. Those tireless, sleepless, nights passed by with her having little contact outside her workshop. She held no need for friends beyond her maids, however, every so often they forced her outside. Despite being antisocial, rough to those who didn't know her, Superia was kind. She spoke her mind, never lying to the maids, who were more than servants, her friends. Superia's mind had grown heavy, she needed rest.
But the young woman enjoyed researching new ways to improve her family's craft. Although one for advancement she never forsook what was wrote in family books and the stories they told. She was more than a Quincy. She was not an exterminator but, rather, an alchemist. She wanted to improve her craft simply for the sake of improving. After all, that is what a family of her type did. They researched, explored, pondered, and improved on what was and was to be. For that reason, Superia's family, the Regalas, was known throughout Europe for their craft. And for that reason, Superia was invited for a chance to expand her ever curious mind.
Supposedly word of her small family's exploits throughout the years to a stranger Superia never heard of. But the offer for going into the home of Hollow kind was not to her taste. Still, Superia was guided safely with kind gentleman and even given a room all her own. After some time, a meeting was to be had. Though feeling uncomfortable around so many strangers, especially those called Arrancar who she never saw before, Superia quietly made her way towards the meeting table. Some were loud, some not so much.
Arms slid inside opposing sleeves with Superia's stern face like one crafted from fine stone, yet her appearance like a porcelain doll. Had she not moved one might think she wasn't living at all. Yet blue colored eyes scanned without head moving, she sat at a lone seat away from others now closing her eyes. Her irritation levels were....high. Definitely in the yellow but she didn't show it. She kept herself tempered and quiet, choosing to listen for now rather than speak. She....wasn't good at striking up conversation. Not in a situation like this.
There was only so much Eevee could take in at once. Being in the heart of Hueco mundo was just about the extent of what she could handle to be honest currently. Her black boots making fairly little sound as she took the scenic route paying more attention to the building then getting to her destination. Her small notebook filled with her writings about the place as she made her way around a corner. The double doors drawing her attention as she entered the meeting room looking like a random shadow for the most part. Her black mask hiding her fearful face as the room was already filled a decent amount.
She moved to stay near the right side of the double doors. She was not as dense to not notice she was the weakest in the room and if needed, she wanted to be able to leave if things got violent. Her right arm around her notebook as she flipped the page and began to record what she was seeing. Her boss always found Eevee's life rather interesting and she did not mind keeping records of it so it was a double win for her. Leaning against the archway of the door she remained as silent as possible and tried her best to conceal herself.
Seran’s fingers continued drumming softly as the others arrived. Theocelese was first, with a full entourage of other arrancar bringing in the prepared food. Seran glanced around at them, noting with disappointment the lack of any tuxedos. The all female ensemble was certainly interesting, arrancar woman always had the air of femme fatale, and the dresses certainly didn’t leave much to the imagination. He went over the guest list again in his mind, hopefully the men would be able to focus even with the alluring hostesses. Theocelese stepped to his side, but Seran’s only response to his question was:
“Late.”
To Hikari and Amaya, Seran paid little attention. They knew enough to understand he would let them know what they needed to know when they needed to. Hikari’s comment about Hidane did give him a slight pause; he’d have to make sure she stayed away from him from now on. Not a good influence.
The rest of the arrivals slowly filed into the room. Most weren’t very talkative, with the unsurprising exception of Liam. Seran had hoped to find not only him, but also the young fullbringer that had accompanied him to the hotspring. As of yet he had been unsuccessful, and he had begun to wonder whether the quincy had personally taken steps to keep her hidden. An interesting question with many avenues, but one for another time. Seran cleared his throat, enough of the guests were here to begin.
“If you would all please take your seats at the table, we can begin. Your food and drink have been provided by Theocelese and his arrancar associates, if you need anything else do not hesitate to ask one of the ladies and they will have it brought.”
He waited as they all found seats at the large table.
“Very good. You all know me, and I have no doubt some of you may recognize a face or two among the other guests. There will be plenty of for you all to get further acquainted in the coming days, but for now this will suffice.”
Seran raised a hand, and on queue small rectangular plaques rose up out of the table in front of each of the assembled individuals. On them, the first name of the person sitting in the designated chair.
“Make note of the names, these are the people you will be working with.”
He made a slight glance at Hikari and Amaya. Hopefully they would know he expected them to memorize far more than the names of their new “friends”.
“Now then, I expect the question on all of your minds is why I have brought you here. I understand being brought to this place may have been… ‘uncomfortable’ for some of you, especially on such short notice. I can only apologize and hope you will understand that we are slightly short on time. Monitor, if you please.”
At Seran’s say so the lights in the room dimmed, and at the center of the table a cylindrical pillar began to rise up.
“The reason I have assembled you all, is this…”
With the hiss of escaping gas, a small opening appeared in the top of the pillar, and soft yellow light flowed out as sealed crystal tube with metal caps revealed itself. Sustended within, a beautiful, luminous gold seed, so spellbinding that even Seran himself could not tear his gaze from it.
“This…. Is a very special seed, backwards evolved from plants discovered here in Las Noches, remnants from a project the arrancar under Sosuke Aizen had toyed with but abandoned. It is, in my professional opinion, a link to a time before the entirety of this world was a lifeless desert.”
He allowed a moment for the words to sink in, unsure if the others would understand the seed’s importance.
“Unfortunately, as it is now, the seed cannot grow here. In fact it would already had rotted away were it not for that special crystal casing I obtained by simple lucky chance. It requires a substantially different environment than what this world currently offers in order to germinate. That is why I have brought you here, to help to collect the components and create an ancient biome from which this seed will grow.”
She watched as person after person entered the room behind her. She paid attention to each and everyone of them. Glancing at their faces as they came through the door and catching a feel for their reiatsu signature. She noted the different strength levels to an extent. Some were fairly strong, including Liam whom she hadn't seen in some time. Others were a moderate strength, the rest more or so around her level. She noted that her father chose to forego her question and decided to leave the matter alone. She paid attention to everything all the details. She didn't know who these people were but she was curious. Mannerisms, the way the entered and carried themselves. Anything that would help give some clue as to what type of person they were.
Some were just like the big man behind her. Mostly hollow but not quite. Others were like Liam, a Quincy. She could feel some human reiatsu's though they weren't purely human. Though the last person that came in was, and this surprised her quite so as she watched the timid little thing come through the door. She wondered what a girl like her did to get invited to this party. She would have continued to wonder had her father not spoken up and broke her train of thought. Finally he was explaining what the meeting was about, about time she was starting to get antsy and restless. She glanced at the seed that came out of the table. It was this thing, though she'd never actually seen up close, but Seran was always busy toiling away on some experiment or the other and she'd this out once or twice.
Once he'd finished explaining the name plates popped up as well and Hikari did her best to hold back a smile. Finally she got to put name to face and reiatsu. At this moment she wouldn't ask anyone other questions as she figured she had an idea as to what her Father had planned. More so she'd like to the hear the input of the others and gauge it against her own hypothesis.
Post by SUPERIA IGNISA REGALAS on Aug 19, 2016 5:17:05 GMT
Creatures from all walks of life gathered around for various reasons. Rather for loyalty or personal gain Superia gained a chance that came only once in a lifetime. She recalled an old story involving a certain holy sword wielding king who sat at a circular table quite similar to the one she was at now. Perhaps for personal taste or a misguided attempt at equality but she would not judge him as she was far more concerned with her reason for being here and an attempt to further her knowledge. Quiet as Superia remained she started on her sausage with proper utensils and requested one of the Arrancar ladies for milk.
Though weary of everyone, especially those Hollow in nature, Superia softly smiled with a thankful nod. As she continued her meal Superia listened, and listened well, to Seran's reasoning for their gathering. She was taken aback mentally although she only stopped chewing her food for several seconds before eyes closed to continue; Almost as if she had completely tossed aside Seran's speech. But she needed time for thinking, "Environmental changes are commonplace on Earth. An entire ecosystem can be destroyed by removing one thing. Which seems to be what we are looking for, remnants of an era that ended long ago. Possible timeframe? As well, have you analyzed the density of reishi and reishi structure of this seed? Possible weather conditions from that time..."
Questions were good, but focus on them to much and nothing got accomplished. "Looking into how a high spiritual environment affects the living word's plants is required. Various flora and fauna are altered, such as a cherry's taste and size differing from the norm." She quit talking, leaving Seran with her thoughts collected in such a short time and went back to eating her food.
Eevee did not want to sit down at all, but seeing as everyone else was or was told to she slowly moved to sit as far from as many people as she could. She did however recognize one person among the group but she highly doubted her would remember her. After all the last time they met she was in a wheelchair. Giving no real sign she knew Gage out of the group behind her mask she simply moved her chair to be ready to stand when she needed without hitting her knee to the table. Flipping to the next empty page in her notepad as she listened to the person who seemed to be the leader of this event.
The dimming of the lights causing her to tense up a bit and the seed almost made her lose all interest in the matter. She was more of a technical person, giant robots, mechanical bodies, laser eyes, that was her thing but a seed? A light sigh escaped from behind her mask as she began to write something slightly larger than she had been by a few font sizes as she lifted it up for everyone to see if they looked her way. ’Why not just try to grow it somewhere else other than the desert?’ Her dull expression hidden by her mask, the whole nature thing was not her style.
As the guests poured in, Theocelese rose from his chair and went over to a rosewood cabinet and took out for himself a bottle of wine. After cooking for so long and getting everything ready, Theocelese suffered from an acute symptom of 'I've been around the kitchen too long, I've lost my appetite'. Frankly, he just wanted a good drink right about now. It seemed a lot of the human variety were here, which did not spell too great of a situation to come. Especially since some of these would be noticed by the... “locals”. He didn't care, it was just that in his mind, humans held no business in Hueco Mundo. It was not a place for them, though if these were the ones Seran trusted, Theocelese as always, would put his trust in them just as well. He popped the cork and drank straight from the bottle, four large gulps and not a single run off from the corners of his lips. When it came to the art of drinking, he wasn't one to let anything go to waste. By the time he sat back down, Seran willed the lights to be dimmed and continued on with his explaination of what was to be. When he first inherited the labs of Szayel, he had no idea what anything really was and to his credit, Theocelese always silently thanked that Vizard, Hidane. If it weren't for him, they might not be sitting here and those labs would be dusty and probably broken. Hell, Theocelese would have tried to plant that seed somewhere to see what happened.
Thankfully, it wouldn't have grown here. Even more thankful, the Arrancar thought what a marvel of chance it was that he didn't find the damn thing and potentially ruin this. Science wasn't his strongest suit, simple biology he could do so long as he had a textbook or some other tome of information, but this was well out of his league. As it turned out, this was some resource collecting mission. Again, something not really meant to be his strongest suit...however, there was another reason he was here. An item of such importance would not be important if Seran did not hold solid reasoning for it. Whatever this seed could do, cultivating it would be highly beneficial. It then came to his mind when he started another series of gulps from the bottle that he wasn't so much on collection duty, and more so some type of security detail. If something needed to be guarded, and there needed to be an assurance a job would be done without risk of outside forces, he was the man to make sure that no other Hollow would put this in jeopardy.
“You didn't tell me you were a father,” He grinned at Seran. Not having been aware of the literal creation of his daughters, Theocelese chalked it up to...well, he didn't know what to chalk it up to, really. He did feel a bit more respect for the man, as this was just another category of something they had in common. “When this is all over, you'll need to have the kids over for a nice dinner. But, back to business Seran. I'm no researcher, I'm not even sure I'd know where to begin looking for anything though I'm sure you'll be telling us soon enough. I can't say I'll be use in that respect, but you know I'll keep your motley crew safe and sound.”
A seed? Seran had gathered a motley crew of people who were liable to kill each other in different circumstances all for the sake of a gardening project?
Sadly this wasn't the oddest thing Liam had ever encountered. Nothing trumped that psychotic ramen wielding Fullbringer he had dealt with a few weeks ago. But that was neither here nor there. It was fairly clear that there was more to this than simply messing about with Hueco Mundo's ecosystem.
"You said this was one of Aizen's projects." He finally spoke. Taking some time to both listen to what the others had to say and eyeing the seed itself. "Now while I've never met the guy. The stories I've heard don't really indicate he'd be the kind of person to put something into a project like this unless it could payoff for him in some way."
Leaning back on his chair, Liam placed both feet on top of the table, crossed over each other as his fingers tented on top of his chest. Eyes slightly glazed over as his mind was deep in contemplation. "So that's what I'm curious about. Hollow's subsist on souls. They have no other need aside from the occasional scrap to sate their bloodlust. So you're hardly doing it to help them. A change in an ecosystem does nothing. And even if that was your end game. I dont think you'd be willing to gather all of us here for what's essentially a gardening project."
Eyes turning to Seran, they narrowed at the Artificial Soul behind tinted lenses. "So I'm just going to come out and ask. What's the end game here and what's in it for us?"
Cyrell found no cause to do anything other than maintain her silence as she watched the last couple of guests trudge in. Her plate cleared, she folded her hands neatly in her lap, and sat stock still. It was a true talent. True! She contemplated how she might run away if necessary. Probably there was no way for her to do that at all. But it was always worth considering. She found running away to be the number one tactic for escaping from any situation alive and unharmed. Her musings faded to oblivion as Seran began to speak. The lights dimmed and he vaguely explained what exactly it was that they were meant to be doing. So they were making a cabbage patch. That was rather quaint. Not exactly what she had been expecting whatsoever, but Cyrell was happy to go with it, and bail if at any point she didn't exactly want to continue. How hard could gathering materials even be? Though perhaps they would be teamed up- she anticipated that getting lumped in with a human or a quincy or something would be interesting. Though she didn't really know anything about the humans who had hollow reiatsu, that was something worth following up on.
“You didn't tell me you were a father, when this is all over, you'll need to have the kids over for a nice dinner.”
Seran wasn’t really sure what to make of that grin, though he suspected the arrancar may have been having a laugh at his expense. Then it dawned on him, and he could see the gears in his friend's head turning as he looked at the girls; no doubt trying to figure out their mother’s identity from physical appearance.
“But, back to business Seran. I'm no researcher, I'm not even sure I'd know where to begin looking for anything though I'm sure you'll be telling us soon enough. I can't say I'll be use in that respect, but you know I'll keep your motley crew safe and sound.”
“That is the idea.”
"Environmental changes are commonplace on Earth. An entire ecosystem can be destroyed by removing one thing. Which seems to be what we are looking for, remnants of an era that ended long ago. Possible timeframe? As well, have you analyzed the density of reishi and reishi structure of this seed? Possible weather conditions from that time..."
“In a controlled environment individual plants can be grown given correct care, this seed is no different. And from my research it seems this world was always a desert…. Well perhaps that is untrue, more like the top layer has always been a desert. It was not always completely lacking in life either. Water would most likely have soaked quickly through the desert layer into the levels of the Menos Forest, which is where I believe the most botanical diversity was present. Time frame is unclear, I have no reference for the evolutionary speed of hollowfied plants, though given that this seed is the evolutionary link to a wide variety of species it can be assumed it is ancient.”
"Looking into how a high spiritual environment affects the living word's plants is required. Various flora and fauna are altered, such as a cherry's taste and size differing from the norm."
“In my experience plants from the human world and Soul Society cannot survive here unless maintained as if on life support. The light here is……. ‘different’ and they cannot utilize it.”
“Why not just try to grow it somewhere else other than the desert?”
Seran frowned.
“Mostly to minimize attention. If the seed were to sprout in the human world or the society we would certainly garner unwanted attention more quickly. Even as I plan it now, I doubt our activities will go unnoticed by…. ‘outside forces’. And anyway, even if I did plant it outside of Hueco Mundo, the seed is dormant, without the correct conditions it won’t begin to grow at all. And the substances required to create such conditions are almost exclusively found here.”
"You said this was one of Aizen's projects."
Seran exhaled silently. He knew this would come up eventually, and of course Liam would be the one to do so. The quincy didn’t trust him, which was unfortunate but not unwarranted. But Seran also knew Liam shared in his own curiosity, else he wouldn’t have come.
"Now while I've never met the guy. The stories I've heard don't really indicate he'd be the kind of person to put something into a project like this unless it could payoff for him in some way. So that's what I'm curious about. Hollow's subsist on souls. They have no other need aside from the occasional scrap to sate their blood lust. So you're hardly doing it to help them. A change in an ecosystem does nothing. And even if that was your end game. I don't think you'd be willing to gather all of us here for what's essentially a gardening project. So I'm just going to come out and ask. What's the end game here and what's in it for us?”
Seran almost scowled, but held himself in check and smiled instead. This…. boy…. was too damn smart for his own good.
“As I said: the arrancar, and Aizen if he was even directly involved, abandoned the project. Probably because of the resources that would’ve been required to complete it. They had no vision beyond quick and easy power…. I probably never even occurred to them to look into the past, pridefully believing there was no way anything could have been as ‘evolved’ as them.”
Seran caught himself before continuing. He could feel his genuine emotions shifting back to programmed responses.
“And you speak as though plants in Hueco Mundo follow the same rules as in the human world. On the contrary, from the ones I’ve bred it’s clear that Hueco Mundo has less of a food chain and more of an arms race. To put in bluntly: All of the plants I’ve managed to grow, without exception, have been carnivorous. Its entirely possible that the plants, and not the hollows, were the dominate species here at one time.”
This time the mod soul’s smile was genuine.
“You understand don’t you Liam. In all likelihood the loss of such a vital part of the spiritual ecosystem would have had disastrous consequences. Consequences like, for example, an overpopulation of hollows that would bleed over into the other worlds, leading to certain humans developing powers to combat them. We may be on the cusp of discovering what can only be termed a critical piece of the universal puzzle.”
He shrugged comically, raising an eyebrow at the quincy in mocking fashion.
“If that isn’t enough for you, you’ll certainly all be compensated for your efforts with any of the goods and services I can provide. That should be enough to wet even your jaded appetite.”
Post by SUPERIA IGNISA REGALAS on Aug 27, 2016 10:25:41 GMT
The provided information stirred confusion among each guest. With open ears Superia absorbed much information while continuing her meal. Despite being amongst varying races Superia surmised Seran’s request problematic yet truthful. Few would gather others as he did without having their own back against a metaphorical wall. Curious cautious and hungry, Superia used proper utensils while enjoying her highly spiritual food. Her eyes glanced only towards the seed and food, listening to others rather than looking. Only a passing waitress Arrancar looked at, stopped with a raised hand shoulder high.
”The cook, give my thanks.” The Arrarancar looked towards Theocoliese, giving Superia the assumption he was the one. ”Thank you.” Superia’s expression remained stoic yet she nodded, her thanks was genuine. ”Theocoliese is your name, correct? Your food interests me.” Her voice and expression was monotonous and uninterested, however, it was simply her natural demeanor ”I am…” Her cheek twitched in annoyance, but she faintly blushed while looking directly at him. ”…thankful. In return for your hospitality, and a fine meal, I wish to show my gratitude by borrowing your kitchen later this evening. Possibly for something sweet.”
Eyes closed and she went back to her meal, finishing her drink before asking for a refill from one of the Arrancar. These people were strange, very strange, but after her embarrassing display of affection, regardless how others might see it, she would move onto Seran and the others comments. ”This man named Aizen, the name escapes me. However, I would like data in the palm of my hand concerning what research he had concerning this project. Information for information, But before that, here are my collected thoughts thus far. Superia pulled out a small book and began writing as she spoke.
”Given these plants are carnivorous, their biology might be akin to Hollow. Only something similar in nature could stand eating Hollow, so thinking they produce a poisonous gas or corrosive touch is not out of the question. How dangerous, or large, a plant must be to consume a Menos? While their diet might only have consisted of lesser evolved Hollow, these plants might too can change. Their territory possibly even toxic to Hollow. So….”
Superia finished writing down her notes and slid the open book across the table towards Seran. It had basic details concerning construction and refining of reishi/reiryoku into the liquid inside Silver Tubes, however, the main point was taking a Hollow’s spiritual energy and turning into a liquid. ”Maybe not the water you are looking for, but those are my thoughts.”
Gage was by no means a botanist, his skill with the spiritual world limited to his own research with hollows and their interactions with the human race as a whole and then some more specific research. Mostly his research was focused on the effects of hollow energy when it is exposed to Fullbringers and the results of such and exposure. It was by no means a broad subject, its total population effected being less than a percentage of the world but both Karakura town and Naruki city both have proved to be fruitfull in the amount of subjects that one would have to test on and with.
Plant life was a step beyond him, he had general knowledge of it from his required classes back in america but as far as specialized research he would probably be passed up by the majority of humans that have a masters in the subject at hand. There was talk of moving to plant to other locations in an attempt to get it to sprout but that would most likely prove unfruitful. What ever location that the plant was found in would most likely be the best environment to get the seed to bloom. Changing any thing about its evolutionary life would most likely just make the seed wither and die. Cacti needing the dry environment to live would die when exposed to temperate weather, the same would most likely happen here and if this is the only seed then that is not something that they can risk.
"What would you have us find? I have heard of Aizen and have a good idea of what kind of trouble he has caused so if this project has to do with him and he decided that it was going to be a bit too intensive to get into then we certainly won't have small parts in this. However the chance to get a better look into the past, be it the recent or far is too good of an opportunity to pass up. I am in. What do you need? I can't promise that I have it but I can do what I need to get it." Gage's own reserves of resources are small but what he lacks in funds and resources he makes up for in a lance like drive to get the task at hand done no matter what the goal may be.
On a side note while he did notice Eevee he did not recognize her, only noticing that there were a good number of females in the room. Smiling at each one his gaze lingers on her as his mind tries its best to point out who she is but in the end she is a nameless face to him that he seemed to think looked like someone he knew at one time.
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