Post by Misato Ketsugōi on Sept 10, 2016 6:46:39 GMT
With growing allies and enemies alike dangerous situations remained constantly present. The looming irritation kept suppressed exploded outwards with Superia’s most recent experiment. Supplies now few in number her entire project fell apart but unlike her project she remained collected albeit calm was another story. Superia left her humble abode with an old box in hand. Inside a dark legacy remained hidden for several generations, only used for dire situations.
For two hundred years Superia’s family held no need for the contents yet these days uncertainty was abundant. Worried with what might occur Superia decided on finally setting down and moving ahead with her plans. Her powers were limited, as with many other Quincy, and flourished brightest when using Lezit Stil. However, superia wasn’t focusing on losing her powers anytime soon. Rather, gaining a permanent increase was her goal.
Recently she was experimenting with keeping plant life stable in a highly dense reishi environment along with a flame device, similar in structure and manner to a greenhouse mixed with the Quincy’s most dangerous weapon, Seele Schneider. Although far surpassing her current capabilities, her aim was simple and capable, in theory. But, everything went up in smoke when the flame devise went out of control. Yet she grasped an idea in where she may keep her powers after Lezit Stil.
But that was something else. For now she simply wanted to increase her own power, tuning both mind and body so she may grasp a higher level of consciousness someday and obtain her life goal. But one step at a time, baby steps. Constructs were an important part of Quincy, one not every Quincy obtained. Her Spirit Weapon was already stable, a solid construct of metal; So by using the Sanrei Glove and limiting herself she could, in theory, more than double her power by the end.
Alas, judging the area’s reishi was an issue. She sensed the amount and where the larger pockets were. Her location was a simple cave inside a mountain, deep inside near where lava flowed but she was far enough away and down where it was slightly chilly. The problem Superia faced was one found with every Quincy. She was irritated how limited they were, having no real unique power like some Humans or Shinigami and their Zanpakutou. While they controlled the essence of all life itself, that very power destroyed life.
Truly a problem, but one she might could fix. She sat down on a rock, several flaming torches light; Ones from many years ago. They were old, far older than her. This Quincy training area had a high amount of reishi but the whole thing was distorted. Her breaths were heavy, filling her lungs with so much it nearly made her sick. Superia saw her own chilled breath as she stroked and strummed fingers across the metallic box in her lap.
Should she place the glove on there was no going back. She thought deeply but her mind was mostly empty, unlike most of the time. Her emotions were doing thinking for her and she was musing over rather or not she really should go ahead with placing the glove on. Her family had tried many times at using similar processes to Sanrei Gloves, such as fusing weapons onto the body that became like limbs, extra organs, that enhanced the user’s abilities. Some combat some not combat.
Overall, a Sanrei Glove was a special relic, one that many Quincy deemed a last resort where they sacrificed their powers. While Superia knew of a method of gaining them back, the other processes her family tried, as she did too, failed. Some supposedly were a success but all information was not found anywhere. This was a problem, as was the experiments her family members had her do. What she had just tried hours ago, with the greenhouse, was something her family did for training. Gather various plants, work with them, see what happens.
Her family had avoided utilizing Sanreis for years, and much of the research they did had been lost due to extenuating circumstances. Rolling her eyes, Superia had decided. Since her family’s past mistakes were mostly tirouble, she’d just take what they used, what they tried many times, and surpass them with her own personal flare and way; And so she dawned the glove.
[/font][/size]For two hundred years Superia’s family held no need for the contents yet these days uncertainty was abundant. Worried with what might occur Superia decided on finally setting down and moving ahead with her plans. Her powers were limited, as with many other Quincy, and flourished brightest when using Lezit Stil. However, superia wasn’t focusing on losing her powers anytime soon. Rather, gaining a permanent increase was her goal.
Recently she was experimenting with keeping plant life stable in a highly dense reishi environment along with a flame device, similar in structure and manner to a greenhouse mixed with the Quincy’s most dangerous weapon, Seele Schneider. Although far surpassing her current capabilities, her aim was simple and capable, in theory. But, everything went up in smoke when the flame devise went out of control. Yet she grasped an idea in where she may keep her powers after Lezit Stil.
But that was something else. For now she simply wanted to increase her own power, tuning both mind and body so she may grasp a higher level of consciousness someday and obtain her life goal. But one step at a time, baby steps. Constructs were an important part of Quincy, one not every Quincy obtained. Her Spirit Weapon was already stable, a solid construct of metal; So by using the Sanrei Glove and limiting herself she could, in theory, more than double her power by the end.
Alas, judging the area’s reishi was an issue. She sensed the amount and where the larger pockets were. Her location was a simple cave inside a mountain, deep inside near where lava flowed but she was far enough away and down where it was slightly chilly. The problem Superia faced was one found with every Quincy. She was irritated how limited they were, having no real unique power like some Humans or Shinigami and their Zanpakutou. While they controlled the essence of all life itself, that very power destroyed life.
Truly a problem, but one she might could fix. She sat down on a rock, several flaming torches light; Ones from many years ago. They were old, far older than her. This Quincy training area had a high amount of reishi but the whole thing was distorted. Her breaths were heavy, filling her lungs with so much it nearly made her sick. Superia saw her own chilled breath as she stroked and strummed fingers across the metallic box in her lap.
Should she place the glove on there was no going back. She thought deeply but her mind was mostly empty, unlike most of the time. Her emotions were doing thinking for her and she was musing over rather or not she really should go ahead with placing the glove on. Her family had tried many times at using similar processes to Sanrei Gloves, such as fusing weapons onto the body that became like limbs, extra organs, that enhanced the user’s abilities. Some combat some not combat.
Overall, a Sanrei Glove was a special relic, one that many Quincy deemed a last resort where they sacrificed their powers. While Superia knew of a method of gaining them back, the other processes her family tried, as she did too, failed. Some supposedly were a success but all information was not found anywhere. This was a problem, as was the experiments her family members had her do. What she had just tried hours ago, with the greenhouse, was something her family did for training. Gather various plants, work with them, see what happens.
Her family had avoided utilizing Sanreis for years, and much of the research they did had been lost due to extenuating circumstances. Rolling her eyes, Superia had decided. Since her family’s past mistakes were mostly tirouble, she’d just take what they used, what they tried many times, and surpass them with her own personal flare and way; And so she dawned the glove.
