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Post by Aien Lunasinger on Jan 15, 2017 20:42:16 GMT
The Karakura High School was as bustling with students and teachers as it normally is. Sadly not much can be said for the outside as rain continues to pour down onto the earth. It was a peaceful noise to Aien as he had taken his headphones off while taking his spray can kit and is pondering on what to do with his blank canvas before him. The Student Council asked if he could do an art piece of some kind in order to provide inspiration to the Art Club. Normally he would be outside doing this because of the fumes, but since it is raining outside Aien settles on using the computer room that's currently empty for a few hours.
Looking at the window to peer outside at the gloomy fields of mud puddles that can be seen from the second floor. Getting an idea of what he wants to do, Aien puts on his headphones before wrapping his mouth and nose with a scarf to keep the fumes from harming his lungs. Then he reached for a dark blue can and a sky blue can. It was a medium sized canvas, so he has plenty of room to do an art piece. Aien, listening to some metalstep music as the sounds of multiple guitars was really getting him in the mood to do something productive; first he did a spiral with the sky blue with one coating and then places simple newspaper on the spiral before spraying the dark blue around the newspaper. It took him about five minutes to finish these three steps before he removes the newspaper to reveal a rather different part of the spiral. It looked rather wispy yet mystical with different pieces of lighting making it seem like a gas cloud in space. With the dark blue serving as a highlight for the mystical sky blue design, it really brings the eye to the spiral at first glance. Was he done though? Of course not as he still has to fill out the other spaces.
So he would begin to take a purple and a pink spray can before he starts spraying the top left corner with the purple can. Placing a small piece of newspaper that covers most of the purple mark, Aien would use the pink to just spray the outline of this new Milky Way design that he's accomplishing. However what little does Aien knows is that an hour had already gone by yet it feels so much shorter to Aien because he's so focused on his artwork. It'll take him about another hour to finish the piece, but if anyone was to walk in he wouldn't have even noticed them. Even spiritual beings could waltz in here and he wouldn't even notice them because he's just focused on this canvas. Of course it probably wouldn't be recommended as the fumes from the spray cans are probably almost unbearable in this room. Luckily Aien has some of the windows cracked open to let the fumes escape somewhere, which could be like a doorway for anyone to walk in here. Though why would any spiritual creature be here except for a ghost? Oh, speaking of which there is a Soul in this room that was once a teacher in this classroom. He's trying to force Aien out of the classroom and doing everything he can to do that. But Aien is simply not paying any attention to his surroundings to really notice it so he's just going about his business as normal.
The sound of rain permeates the metallic suit, the metal water proofed enough to keep out the rain. Hunched low against the roof the man looks out over the building tops, his feild of view stretching out to the horizon, the level of detail in his sight being less than perfect as the rain makes his rendering software stagger. It would have to be something that he works on later, his mind set to the task at hand with his subject working on some kind of school project in his computer room. He was set in his work, his mind concentrating so hard that he seemed oblivious to the world around him, the fumes perhaps having an odd effect on him. Being over a hundred meters away the crouched body stays low and launches itself forward, clearing the top of the next building and landing on the roof top of the building across from the school with a soft thud. Crouching down it takes one knee, its black painted frame making spotting it in the gloomy day outside next to impossible unless one was intentionally looking out here. Even his energy signature was dimmed, suppressed so far that only true masters of sensing could have had a chance to pinpoint his location. From there it watched, its body locked into place by the shell of the suit so that there would be no motion to attract any more attention. This was the one, the perfect starting vessel that he needed to start his plans. With this human he would be able to accomplish things that were normally impossible or at least heard of only in books. What was he capable of? Did he have as much potential as was needed?
Post by Aien Lunasinger on Jan 19, 2017 20:13:15 GMT
Well Aien is wearing his headphones and still has music playing in them so he wouldn't be able to hear the strange man landing in the classroom. His scarf is still covering his mouth, but Aien noticed that his scarf was slipping from under his nose quite literally. Setting down the spray cans as he was done with the first layer, Aien readjusts his scarf so that it'll cover up his nose again. His fingers were stained with paint and had a strong smell of the fumes. It was actually surprising that Aien could even concentrate on his task with the smells lingering in the air. Thankfully with the cool, moist breeze blowing in from the window made it easier to breathe.
The human took a moment to look outside for a moment before mumbling to himself. "Guess it's already starting to get dark. Kind of hard to tell with the clouds, but I shouldn't be here for much longer." Aien would reach into his pocket to bring out his MP3 player and switches the playlist that has many instrumental songs that contain flutes, harps, acoustic, and some songs just contain vocals. It changes Aien's mindset to unravel his worries and stress in order to relax as its soothing melodies seems to express itself upon his next line of painting. The teen would take off the strip of newspaper that was on the Milky Way on the top left corner as he flipped it on the clean side and placed it on the pink side. While Aien waited that to take in effect, he brought out a handheld container of white paint and a thin painting brush. Nothing fancy as it was basic paint and a basic brush.
Aien would begin to work on making tiny little white dots all over the canvas that is supposed to resemble as stars. Additionally, he added small streaks of white along the milky way and the spiral that further highlights the color. It is always surprising of how such a small addition to a piece like this art can make it all the more better. It took him about thirty minutes just to do half of the painting before Aien took off the strip once more. The main reason he's using the newspaper on this canvas isn't to keep the other colors from blending together. What might be simply words on the paper can make art seem all the more mystical if used properly. Basically, he has no clue that there's somebody in the room, let alone the fact that the soul that was trying to push Aien out of the room has disappeared now.
Walking forward unseen the feet click with a metallic step, each one reverberating into the floor slightly from the shear weight of the suit. It was too easy so far and there was little chance that it was going to get harder, this soul had the potency of someone that had quiet literally just found out that they are spiritually aware if at all. Snapping its hand open the palm of the suit rolls aside, exposing a short needle that could be no longer than a finger nail. Here it is, open wide. Tapping the youth on the shoulder he tries to get him to spin about and look at him but either way a simple palm to the neck injects the vials contents into the body, the spiritual concoction of his design spreading through the body quickly for a full body paralysis kin to being in a coma.
He would have a few moments to speak with the injection in his body but either way unless he has some way to combat the venom built into his body there was little chance that he would be able to get much farther than out the door before collapsing. The man finally speaks,"Sleep now, you and I have a date." It was with a robotic filter making the possibility of identifying the man next to impossible without actually seeing his face.
Post by Aien Lunasinger on Jan 19, 2017 20:44:46 GMT
Upon feeling the sheer weight reverberating on the floor, Aien thought it was a little odd. He's on the second floor yet he's feeling the ground shake? Making sure that he wasn't missing anything, Aien put the brush and the paint container down before taking his headphones off. That was when he felt a tap on his shoulder, but it was a hard tap like someone poked him with a baseball bat. Of course Aien turned around to see who it was, yet he just smiled before responding in a polite manner. Or tried to at least. "Oh, hello. I'm sorry I didn't know you came in..." His words were cut off short as he felt something sharp pierced into the thick of his neck and felt a numbing feeling coursing through his body. Feeling like he was in danger, Aien tried to speak his least favorite set of words. "Heed... my..." However the young human couldn't get the words out quick enough to activate his power before he collapsed to the ground. Falling into a coma, but before that he stared helplessly up at the ceiling. Fear gripping his throat, yet couldn't muster the strength to even curl his finger or to blink. "Sleep now, you and I have a date." Were the final words Aien would hear before he completely succumbs to the paralysis and slips into a deep slumber.
Smiling the man looks down at the body, its limp form's beat slowing to a calm repetition similar to that of sleep. Grinning underneath the mask he watches the emotion fade from the face before he reaches down and grabs the body around the waist and hoists it up under his mechanical arm. With that he leaps, vanishing out the window in a flash, the suit compensating for any odd movements by 'popping' small jets of energy around the suit to keep him upright with the boy under his arm. Falling towards the ground the front of his chest has small panels open up and flare to life, shooting white hot fire out in a blase, shooting him into the air like a rocket in combination with propulsion from his feet, back of his calves and shoulder blades.
Like that he flies, his speed subsonic the entire way but still enough to bruise the body of the boy, his skin unprotected from the battering of the winds. Pulling himself to a halt at his destination he descends into a vertical tunnel the width of a car, falling for what feels like a quarter mile he stops himself from colliding with the ground with a flare of his jets. "Welcome to the Lazarus Lab."
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