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Post by SUPERIA IGNISA REGALAS on Oct 4, 2016 21:36:31 GMT
Superia had taken a liking towards her most recent achievement. Not every Quincy accomplished their Sanrei training. While hardly a miracle Superia took pride in the small white glove that adorned her right hand. Although she did question whether or not baths would be an issue she simply tossed aside the notion. She hadn't much reason to keep it on for more than a few weeks at most, but considering how well her plans faired weeks could be months if not years. Her most recent discovery wasn't fantastic either, but new information popped up each day Superia stayed in Heuco Mundo. img06.deviantart.net/4835/i/2015/253/8/3/alchemy_lab_by_jonsmith512-d993woi.jpgShe had turned her private quarters into a small alchemy lab. Some sand burning in a furnace turned into glass. Her hunches for each realm having similarities was correct. Although some materials reacted differently while others weren't found on Earth. After allowing some of the glass to cool she molded them into a pair of glasses and spyglass crafted from various materials around Heuco Mundo. She sat at her desk filled with various bottles of collected materials and different colored liquids, while pulling the glasses from her eyes, dangling from her neck, she write down several notes on fine parchment in a book. She had hoped Seran and Gage would arrive at some point. She requested their presence, hoping to learn more. While she was curious whether or not Seran would reveal some information about Heuco Mundo among several other things, she needed to know how both of them worked.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2016 4:29:43 GMT
Gage was once a punctual man, his arrival never being early or late, trying to arrive within two minuets of the stated time but that kind of detail was long since lost on him. This time however he was at least mildly reasonable with his arrival, showing up within 15 minuets of the time that he had decided to, if not only by chance as he though that it was actually an hour later, he had simply read the digital clock on his desk wrong. His day was short, it already being about two o'clock by now, the morning devoted to trying different methods for drying Hollow skin to make a durable leather that is both malleable and ductile. The results were promising but he was not getting all the results that he wanted, the leather was just too hard for gloves. At this rate he would have to get the leather off a new hollow before its gets hardened by the difficulties of the real world and having to survive in the dangerous real of Hueco Mundo.
Knocking on the door of the house Gage straightens his white button up shirt, his dog tag engraved with the symbol of the Fullbringer resting against the outside of his clothes. His pants are plain black slacks with a black leather belt that both keeps his pants up and holds his 'x' shaped token, the size of his palm. "'Ellooooo." Gage leaned over to look at the peep hole and see if he could see anyone getting closer or even if he was a the right house.
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