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Gage wipes the sweat from his brow, the beads of effort dripping down into his eyes again for the umpteenth time this month. There was little that he was not good at, his skills in most everything excelling at alarming rates but something that bugged him is that he was not able to develop his own fullbring at all. He knows the basic concept behind the release, the emotional attachment being the source of its theme while the physical body was the actual energy source. That being the case every time that he trains his Fullbring he finds himself winded, quickly turning into exhaustion as he is forced to reuse an ability that he is both unfamiliar with and not skilled with. This was the fourteenth day that he was training, Krystal helping him train but he seemed to not be covering any ground.
Standing in front of him Krystal has the Talos Armor's right arm on, using the palm thruster to 'attack' Gage and force him to train his own Release in the hopes that the repeated use will make something in his head 'click'. "Gage, its been over an hour and a half. You need to take a break and drink some water." Normally he would dismiss someones opinion unless they have proof that they are more knowledgeable than him but something about Krystal just pushes him to listen to her, including the fact that she has a background in the medical field. If she says that he needs a break then he will take it on faith that she is right.
"Krystal, why do you think that I am not getting any better? I mean its been like...three weeks of work and I feel like I have covered no ground. There should have been at least a bit of progress by now right?" Gage was worried, he couldn't help but feel like he was hitting a wall, any possible progress being stopped by this obstinate restriction that some greater power has placed on him.
"Well if your 'Fullbring' is really a form of muscle then its going to take more than three weeks to get it to develop, working out in a gym isn't going to give you results that you can really rely on in less than a month." What she wasn't saying though was that when anyone goes from not working out to working out there is a very short period where they struggle before the body adapts to the stress and then everything gets a bit easier. Gage seemed to be stuck at a point that was even farther back than that.
"I know, I just wish that...I don't know, it is just bugging me." With that Gage snaps his left hand, the green cracked cross shaped shield turning to a flaming reiatsu that reforms on his necklace, turning into a German cross on a leather string. Tapping the necklace he makes sure that it is settled into his chest before he begins to clean up in his shop. Scattered bits of equipment, small cameras mounted all over the room, even the desks were tossed about a bit as Gage was knocked about the room from Krystal's assistance in training.
Sliding the tables back into place Gage slips out of his shirt while Krystal takes the TALOS arm off and holds it up against the suit on its rack. The small servos latch themselves together and pull the arm in, sealing the suit together making the armor whole again. The small whir of motors kick in at the battery system begins to recharge, the energy levels having dropped so drastically during its use on Gage. Finishing up Gage turns off all the camera's. "Lani, go ahead and run analysis on the footage, tell me what I am doing wrong. Krystal?"
Krystal looks over at him from the door way of the room, a whit towel slung over her neck as she wipes sweat from her own eyes. "Yeah? Whats up?" She wipes her face with the towel, the work out for Gage being for him but still exhausting for her as with each repulsor blast she was forces to stand up against the the force of the recoil.
"Can we give it one more go?" Gage props himself up, his elbows up on his knees. He was obviously exhausted, his body worn down. He shouldn't be this tired, he was able to block those attacks with his bare hands, suffering only the smallest of backlash but with this ability he was exhausting himself in a hurry. It was as if the small weak shield was drawing more energy than anything else that he can do.
"I don't know, you seem pretty out of it already, you don't think that you are pushing it too far?" It seemed like genuine concern but Gage was too desperate to fix this, figure out why and what this Fullbring meant.
Gage shrugs,"Yeah I know I am a bit tired but I need to do this. Its killing me that I am not getting this down. I mean, really? I have made more powerful staplers than this shield and if I can't get it to function then what good is it?"
Krystal looks at him before snapping the towel off,"Why do you have to be perfect in everything? If you are going to master that thing then you need time. Just relax, its going to come to you in time."
"I don't have time, none of us have time," With that Gage stands up and rolls his left wrist about to stretch. Clenching his fist he closes his eyes, concentration on his necklace making it pulse. A flash of green light almost the same color as generic soul communication energy leaps from his necklace to his left arm, rings of soul communication energy forming around his body before dissipating into nothing.
"Fine, if asked for it," Krystal was a medic, one who fights in the field but a medic none the less. The chance that there was anything that she could do to him or his weak release was negligible.
"What no suit?" Krystal laughs slightly, before taking a tight fighting stance.
"Yeah, the suit is nice but I think that its a bit bulky. Kinda takes some of the mobility out of my motion." With that she steps closer, throwing two kicks, one from either side to hit Gage in the knees. Gage counters the unexpected kick. Up until now they have been doing nothing but testing his Fullbrings resilience but her attack on him was not fully unexpected. She was chosen for her fearlessness and she was fully capable of showing that.
The first kick is blocked with the sole of Gage's foot, the second blocked from behind as he had to turn to face the first kick. This happened in a flash of movement but not so fast that Krystal was unable to react. With a quick jab of her left hand she lands a solid jab to his right cheek.
Gage could feel the impact in his neck, it was not a dangerous blow but her knuckles were hard and they did their job, dizzying him and splitting his lip. The iron taste of blood fills his mouth as he puts his left hand up to his lip, surprise filling his eyes while he looks at Krystal. She did not let up though, her jab following up with a rabbit punch stright forward to his face. Reacting instinctively he uses his right hand to push her elbow up, guiding her punch upwards just above his head, and pushes out with his left hand grabbing her shoulder and lifting her slightly so that he can throw her flat onto her back. He could feel his veins in his body suddenly begin to throb with adrenaline. He has not had a tussle in a while and this was the last thing that he really expected from Krystal. She seemed confrontational but not so much so that she would be the type to throw fists.
Gage was done, her aggression making him want to take a step back and reassess this situation. She would not have it however. Putting her right foot down in between his own she plants both and rotates, Gage surprised by the sudden surge of strength. Just like that he was off the ground, both of his feet lifted up as he feels the world rotate around him with the ground closing in on him quickly.
This maneuver had started with him intending to slam her on her back but here she was, flipping him head over heels so that he would be the one looking up at her. With a resounding landing he feels his spine popping as his torso collides with the ground, the joints popping. Coughing Gage tries to clear his throat, his hand making a fist at his mouth to cover it. "I did not see that coming."
Krystal stands up, straightening out and stretching. "You not done yet big boy." Cracking the knuckles on her right hand she makes a fist, her arm cocked and ready to throw a punch at him on the ground.
"Woah, woah woah," Gage reacts to the quickly decending blow with the only thing he can think of, his left arm with Fullbring shield, raising up to cover his face. Her fist, striking square in the middle of the shield carried more determination and power than a full sized tank.
Gage was leaps and bounds ahead of krystal, her own power levels being considered insignificant in comparison to his. Even then though he was caught off guard, her attack coming as a surprise to him. Contact with the shield was perfect, hitting with enough force bare handed to shatter the green energy shield in a single blow. That is not where it stopped though, her fist descended, striking his arm and breaking two of the bones at once.
Through hissing teeth Gage exhales in pain. Krystal stands up, hopping backwards from foot to foot to gain distance in case he loses his temper. "Son of a bitch Krystal, I think you broke my arm!" Gage sits up cradling his broken arm in his right hand. He was sure, the bones had made two jagged breaks, his arm stinging from the inside out. It was useless.
"Oh don't be a baby, if you really are so desperate to get your 'fullbring' to useful levels you are going to have to break a few eggs. Hold still and I will fix it," Krystal drops her hands and moves forward, grabbing him by the wrist and elbow. "One two-" she never reached three, her hand yanking in opposite directions separating the broken bones so that they were no longer pinching anything internally. Flooding his arm with energy she begins to repair the broken cells in the bones, the arm cracking audibly but not so loud that he could hear it over the pain surging through his arm.
"Well holy fuck Krystal, I said once more, not to maim me! What were you thinking?" Gage sits up, his arm starting to feel more and more like is was supposed to, the pain subsiding into nothing save for a small tingling left in the fingers.
"See? All better," standing back up she grabs her towel and heads to the door. "I am going to go home, I need a shower and you need to get cleaned up. You look like you have been crying for days." That was it, she was out the door and on her way out of his building leaving him winded and exhausted, staggering to keep standing.
"Mhmm," Yeah, as if I feel better. Taking a few breaths he heads upstairs, getting out of the musty feel of his basement in exchange for a quick shower. It was quick indeed, Gage feeling much better immediately with the water washing away his exhaustion. With the sweat and filth of his morning he washes away the shaking legs, the tingling fingers and anything that would have made him seem like he had worked out at all this morning.
Reaching for his towel Gage stops when it is not hung on the towel rack where he keeps it, the realization that Krystal was using it earlier when she was helping him. Fuck...do I not have any more? Staring at the towel rack he thinks back, knowing that he had bought a bundle of towels some time ago but only put three out. Every few days one would vanish, Krystal coming over and taking it without putting it back leaving him cold and wet in his bathroom.
Slipping into his clean pair of shorts he heads up to the attic, if he had put it somewhere then it would be there with the other cloths that he had put up for storage. Pulling down the hatch to the attic by the draw string he starts up the creaking ladder, his head peaking out of the small entrance, no light in the actual attic to illuminate the dark corners. Reaching up he feels about in the dark until he feels a small chain that when pulled turns on a single bulb in the attic. Even now, in the filtered air of his house small specs of dust float, carried on intangible gusts of wind from microscopic gaps in the walls.
Climbing the rest of the way in he finds the box that he was looking for. It was from a bath supply building in town, carrying nice white towels that remind him of some of the things he had back home. It was behind a piece of armor that he was designing but decided against and under a box that he had brought with him from his home town with some of his mothers things and a couple of things from his father. "Huh," it has been nearly two years since he moved into this town and he has since not gone back and tried to go through his fathers effects.
Opening the top box Gage pulls out a silver flask with a man riding a bucking bronco, one hand on the lead tied around the waist and the other holding his hat in the air. The cap is tightened down still holding the last of his fathers whiskey of choice, the bottle having been left in Texas during one of his fits of emotion as he packed. Setting it aside he pulls out a picture frame, the photo taken by their neighbor as Gage and his parents all worked together rebuilding a fence that had busted, the barbwire having gone down for what was nearly a 20 meter stretch.
Smiling he puts the picture aside deciding that he was going to hang it up down stairs. He was not exactly sentimental but still, he did miss his parents even after all the time that has passed. Under that was his mothers diary, something that she had carried with her for as long as he could remember. Gage had heard his father once say that she even had that same book overseas during a trip. He never said what she was doing over there and at the time Gage was too young to really have it dawn on him to ask. Perhaps it was a vacation or she was in the peace core or something. But the peace core does not travel to Europe though...perhaps it was a linking flight. Grabbing the book Gage stands up and heads over to the ladder, sitting on the top step he begins to read, the truth about his mother hitting him page by page. There was so much that he did not know about her that she never really let on during his youth.
When she was young she lived in America, traveling with her family to major cities around the states. In school she excelled in language arts, graduating in the top five percent of the country overall. In school she was a bit of an outcast it seemed, taking her schooling more serious than most other students making her seem like she was 'nerdy'. Although that changed when she reached college on grants. Taking more classes than the majority of the world she double majored in Art and Psychology getting her masters in both before she graduated.
Then she did something unexpected. She joined the American military, her diary stating that she was joining for the ability to become a legal citizen and because there were those out there that needed her. Joining the 77th Combat Brigade she became a Combat Medic, getting stationed in Germany for a two year stint. Gage couldn't handle it, he stopped and stared at the photo of his mother, her soft face and sweet eyes hiding the fact that she was once a soldier. Taking the photo downstairs he sets it on his coffee table and sits down, reading on.
Serving as a Combat Medic in a non combat area made her a nurse in all views of the role but she loved her work, helping injured and tending to the wounded. There was an odd portion of her diary however. one entry writes about how she was going to visit some kind of old German museum. There was an old 'Tiger' VII tank there, carried if from the fields of France and reassembled that she wanted to see. The tank was commanded by some guy named Michael Whittman, apparently having the highest kill ratio in all of the German Army until he was killed by a Canadian tank during a flank. Just then though the entry skips about three weeks, the next one being her writing with a case of amnesia and getting discharged to go home, some kind of injury making her unfit to stay and serve.
All of her entries from that point forward are mixed, swapping between her want to settle down and find someplace to call home while others are about her misplaced memories and what could have happened in Germany. Her pregnancy, something that she attributed to meeting an American station in Germany, seems to give her nightmares, some kind of mixture between a Tank beast and a Nazi hell spawn. Gage knew that his parents met overseas, and that they settled down in Texas but he did not know that his father was in the military either, the both of them keeping their pasts a secret.
The date on the meeting with my father was 9 months before I was born, the memory blank being just after the meeting. Its possible that what ever happened to my mother caused her to become infected with Hollow energy and have me the way that I am. If that is the case then what ever attacked my mother could be there in Germany. From his general knowledge of how the Soul Society worked he was able to put together that the Gotie was most likely the only major player in the hollow control hunt but they were centrally based in Japan. Germany was far away and not exactly in their hunting grounds. Chances were that if there was a hollow in Germany that was attacking people then it is possible that it would still be there.
How though would he ever begin to look into something like that? If it were not there then it would definitely be a wasted trip across the world just for a possibility. Even though...what if it were there? If the hollow that infected his mother, the thing that attacked his own family were still there. On top of that he has no idea what museum it was. How in the world am I...Michael Whittman. Michael Whittman was named in the diary as being one of the exhibits displays. If the tank was still there then he should be able to find the museum with google in an instant, him pulling out his phone as he goes down the stairs and closing up the hatch to the attic. He had completely forgotten about the original reason that he had gone up there in the first place, the box sitting just next to the entrance without notice. That is fine though, he would find it the next time that he needs to clean up.
Sitting on his couch he googles the name and finds some interesting information on this Michael Whittman, a German SS tank battalion commander. Considered one of few Tank Aces to have ever existed he was awarded multiple medals and certificates in response to his efforts in the war. The most interesting thing about him is that he appeared to have taken down around 141 tanks during his time in the service before being shot by either an Australian tank or a Canadian tank. That amount in itself was enough to set a record, the man getting his own school named after him for a short period of time.
Trying to reverse Google the location of his tank he eventually comes up with the name Bundeswehr. This museum was the War and Developments museum that Germany had settled on for the showcase of all German Military technology. It seemed like it was a good a place as any to start. Heading downstairs Gage heats himself a bowl of water, adding it to a cup of instant Ramen, sitting down at his desktop to keep looking into this. If this was in fact the museum that has the tank then what ever attacked his mother was most definitely there, assuming that it was not eaten or purified by the Soul Society.
Setting the diary down he puts one foot on his knee, his elbow propped up on the desk with his hand fumbling with his necklace. An odd thought crosses his mind, his necklace was an item that belonged to his mother and he knew little about its origins aside from she has had it for longer than he was alive. Undoing the clasp Gage pulls it off, turning the pendant over in his hand before he finally has it dawn on him what the cross on the front actually was. The cross was the German iron cross. Before now Gage had always assumed that it was like any other cross, the design being 'tweaked' slightly to make it seem unique but this was different.
This cross was the symbol of the German Army, the black and white of it now being unmistakable after seeing the symbol all over Wikipedia and google. She very well may have gotten this necklace from Germany, purchasing it on the road during some of her time off. There was so much that he did not know, his mother having a life before him that he nearly didn't believe, the past she had being something that he couldn't even imagine.
Setting the necklace aside for the first time in nearly two years he Gage can feel it, the spot that the pendant is always laying against his chest but now lays no more. As he sets the necklace aside he puts it down on top of the diary, a spark of green energy arcing from the book to the pendant, the energy jumping back and forth making Gage stop and look at it. He could feel the energy, ever so prevalent in his life. It was unmistakable, this energy was his Fullbring energy, somehow reacting from the pendant to the book as if it is being amplified.
Pulling the pendant away he watches the arc of electricity thin out and finally pop out of existence with a small pop of smoke. "The book...what in the hell?" Gage moves his pendant closer once more, the arc of energy jumping back out again from the cover of the book to the necklace before he moves it away again so that it pops out of existence. Moving closer he lets the arc reform, the faint sound of electricity crackling being the only sound in the house save for his breathing, now heavy with excitement. This was the first major change that he has seen in his Fullbring in nearly two months, the first form of his shield being an animorphious blob on his arm.
Lowering the Iron Cross even closer Gage watches as the arc changes from a jolt of green energy to a full on bolt, jumping back and forth. Finally though he touches the pendant and the book together, the energy changing to flames and crawling up the necklace to Gages right hand. He didn't notice it but he was holding his breath, his heart rate so high that he could hear his pulse in his head. Holding up the small leather length he holds the necklace at eye level, the flames having not died down after leaving the immediate vicinity of the book. His hand, holding the necklace, is directly above the flames but they put off no heat, the green fire licking at his fingers and rolling up the back of his hand.
His own pulse suddenly became very obvious to him, the thump in his head making him realism something was wrong. Out of instinct or perhaps fear Gage drops the necklace, the flames blotting out the pendant before it vanishes into a surge of energy. Arcing upwards it attaches itself to his arms, the flames rolling up to shoulder level as he tries to reel away from the flames that lick at his face. While yes he knew that they did not produce any kind of heat he could not help but recoil, it was natural instinct to avoid the flames of a fire. He was still human after all. Flickering and wavering the flames die down leaving him with his Fullbring, his left arm protected with the Iron Cross shield but on his right arm something interesting.
A new addition to his Fullbring, an older style rifle mounted to the base of his right forearm. Mounted about two inches from the arm the rifle has a curved magazine, looking like it has room for about 10 rounds. The tip of the rifle has flare openings on the sides, letting the flame from rounds being shot come out the sides so that the target is not covered up by the flash of light. Finally the whole rifle appears to be an energy construct, matching the style of his energy shield. The flame that normally emanates from his left eye is also extinguished, the fire subsiding to a pale glow of green energy.
It is possible that this is just a coincidence but it has been months, I have been killing myself trying to get somewhere with my Fullbring and just learning a bit about my mothers past has made it grow this much. Perhaps this is what I need to do. Perhaps I need to go and make sure that I do everything that I can to make sure that what ever started this is dead. Pumping his fist Gage watches the breach of the rifle, ejecting an energy shell out the side with a 'ping' so that the round spins through the air before dissipating into nothing. I am obviously going in the right direction. "Lani," Gage speaks into his mic so that his speech recognition system can hear him. "Go ahead and order me a plane ticket to Germany, I have to go see this museum." With that Gage gets up, crossing his arms and extending them quickly so that the Fullbring dismisses itself into a small trail of flame that wraps itself around his neck and turns back into a necklace.
Jogging back upstairs to his room he gets his travel bag out of his closet, the last time that he had used it he was out in Russia chasing some nameless beast that he was hired to find and put down, collecting some kind of alternate hollow mask that it possessed. Back in his room now though he packs, stuffing his clothes into the bag and grabbing his passport so that he can cross some boarders. With enough clothes to last him at lest three days he snatches his laptop and is out the door, on his way to the airport. There was more to this story than he knew currently and he needed to find out more. Part of his mother was out there, her past having ended in Germany and he was going to find out why and what for.
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