Welcome to Bleach Society Role-Play, BSRP for short. We're a Beginner to Advanced canon site with non-canon elements for maximum roleplay enjoyment. We focus on characters' individual stories; however, there are many more than your own. Best viewed in Google Chrome!
Bleach was created by Tite Kubo. All site systems were created by current and former staff members of BSRP to enhance the roleplay experience. Banners and theme coding belongs to Kaz, inspired by Timetables, with credit to Smangii for the sidebar and Pyxis of Gangnam Style for the Thread List. General site coding and plugins are from various support sites like Smangii and Proboards Support, all credit to their creators. All characters, threads, and ideas on this site belong to their respective creators. Various images were taken from sites including but not limited to Zerochan, Photobucket, deviantART, all credit to original creators. Do not steal the original work found on this site. We'll find you.
Even with the wound healed there was nothing but pain. Mind numbing blanketing pain that wiped his eyes from seeing anything that flashed by him in the blur of speed that Souperia was capable of. At first he was struck with awe, the blade erupting from his chest leaving him in shock but as soon as it was removed he felt what could only be called his soul begin to eject spiritual energy like a water hose left unattended. To anyone actually able to 'see' the energy it would look like there was an arc of green electricity dancing from his 'heart' to the nearest object, grounding out and dispersing its energy throughout its mass.
By the time that he was laid out on the table he could feel himself weaker, his own muscles twitching and shaking from the starvation of energy. His breathing was shallow and ragged as his diaphragm was unable to get its full range of motion. This was insane. He never once really considered that Souperia was capable of doing this to him. He had always known that she was quiet and that meant she was always in her head but he had assumed that she was on the same page as him, at least that they were friends enough to stick out their own necks for. Was it possible that he was wrong?
Post by SUPERIA IGNISA REGALAS on Apr 9, 2017 1:13:57 GMT
That damned Gage interfered with potential research. While not set back Superia didn’t like placing projects on hold for someone else. Ever since they first meet, including that person called Seran, Superia spoke more in one month’s time than during her travels a year prior. Their conversation, or there lack of, could continue later. Gage’s current condition was critical and, therefore, would not live to see nightfall. He might not even last another thirty minutes given Superia stood there doing nothing. Eyes strayed away from his person with lazed steps and arms barely swaying from each side with clockwork motion as though she were an automaton.
Years ago her family conducted experiments that directly affected mortal bodies, however, by doing this the subject soon became consumed. While drawbacks varied from insanity to extreme pain or soul destruction Superia studied these from on occasion, despite being a lost art. Her own research depended on the sinful manner her family once dwelled into. Though she could’ve took a different path they paved a road saving years upon years of research that would take several generations to achieve. But how might Superia save Gage? Simple, do what took her family years to obtain; a single piece of information that she held by using a special power that she held none of them did.
It took Superia just a few moments to lure one savage beast towards her location. A simple weak, yet primal, creature whereby she simply willed spiritual particles around the ape like frame. White ribbons bound it down and with an out stretched out she forcefully ripped away white bone from black body. Ribbons willed sent it flying away without destroying its body, allowing it life over destruction. While walking back Superia analyzed the structure and activated her Release. It was here she looked within to make sure she knew everything she needed to know and could know about how the beast’s Mask was designed, however, there were several problems. She didn’t want to but she needed to take several risks for Gage.
Upon entering back in her lab she glanced towards him for a moment before setting the mask on a table with a runic device that held the same function as the ones in her brain, multilayered as well. Superia kept a constant mental check on her Mask so it would not vanish. By controlling spiritual particles with her device though it kept Mask stable enough so she wouldn’t have to keep focus on it herself. Meanwhile her device also analyzed Mask’s makeup on several levels. Including what even made it a heart. Superia would need to remove the meaning that made up the connection from the previous Heart’s owner before fusing with Gage.
Meanwhile, Superia moved towards Gage with two empty Silver Tubes. From crackling green that flickered from chest’s centered she split meaning from two. Magical ruins formed beneath her feet forming meaning from ages long past. Exploring knowledge from times yore when Odin gave his eye, sacrificed himself to himself, from when Gilgamesh stood among his people and ruled over all current known Earth, Superia pull scraps of that knowledge and ripped shreds of Gage’s contractual powers, however, as Superia began further looking deeper into the bonds between Superia decided against continuing to use her knowledge from yore times. She didn’t want to go too far in that direction.
She only needed enough of her own Quincy nature mixed on a conceptual level into Gage’s Fullbring spiritual energy in order to explore concepts. While continuing her focus Superia focused on the Rail Blade he once gave her. It was crafted from materials forged through mortal materials weaved through Soul Communication. Superia had looked into these materials although now she needed to try, roughly speaking, winging it. Superia took his energy and broke down portions of Rail Blade while infusing it together with his energy, finally taking Mask and with arms raising up she broke down each material. With a bright light she forced them to fuse together slowly on certain portions and quickly on others. She knew that certain portions would likely kill Gage, however, she had ideas.
By using her own Release Superia could purify certain portions of Mask while avoiding Gage’s spirit energy. The earthy properties of Rail Blade were altered into a more bodily material suitable for Human consumption but still not recommended.
With white orb moved towards Gage with left limb’s command, she walked with and slowly set it within his body. Superia then used a combination of Alterations to fuse the orb together with alchemical symbols on the table he rested on with his heart, fusing them together.
It was true, Gage really did stick his nose in everything whether or not it really was his business but it was never out of cold hearted maliciousness. He just genuinely believed that his opinion was right and that he had a right to force it onto others. How else was one supposed get their opinions wanted and realized without really forcing them upon others? And so here he was, his bleeding heart open to the world, figuratively of course. He had originally come with the intent of peacefully talking Superia out of this insanity, the sacrificial ritual of what ever she was thinking about not meeting up to Gage's standard for humanity.
Numbness, caused by the lack of spiritual energy in his body, spread quickly. Starting in his fingertips he began to feel it in his face then his neck down to his legs, hands and finally his whole body. His breathing had fixed itself, the healing in his diaphragm from Superia having done enough to get his body back up to functioning levels. Even though, the damaged caused by the Seele Schnider had done more than cut his flesh. It had ripped a small hole in his soul, letting his bleeding soul leak out spiritual energy by the bucket full. By this point he was at his end, his engine running on fumes and his energy levels being next to dry.
Superia had vanished, leaving Gage to his thoughts, his eyes blurry from the struggle to stay conscious. Even with the effort though his mind faded in and out of reality, soaking back into dreams and memories from a life long past. Even one came went of his 11th birthday, his mother taking him to a beach on the coast of South Padre Island just north of mexico. The holiday was fun but he had received a nasty jelly fish burn that had cost him the rest of that week end as he tried to let it heal. That pain somehow melded in with reality as he let his mind mix the pain of real life fade into the pain of a spiritual wound.
Gage was entirely submerged in his daydream, his mind enjoying the wand and sun of the beach while in the real world something horrible was coming. The pain was similar, if not ten times as intense, as a full body sting from a jelly fish. Eyes snapping open he explodes into a yell, so loud that even his own ears begin to ring slightly. There was Superia, having returned from some kind of small supply run, with a white orb of material having just entered his left arm. That pain paled in comparison to the fire that was raging on his chest, the burn of alchemical symbols fusing his soul with some foreign body that was not supposed to be there. He had not room in his mind to wonder what in the gates of hell was happening to him, only that he was in fact being tortured to death on her table.
With time though the energy levels faded and Gage found himself halfway back to normal, his left hand and arm aching as if there was a series of shots injected straight into the muscle. "Souppy, what have you done to me?" Gage struggled to sit up, only half managing enough energy to roll side ways off the table, knocking over a nearby trolley with tools over.
Post by SUPERIA IGNISA REGALAS on Apr 12, 2017 3:44:40 GMT
Upon silver colored beanbag there sat Superia. Upper legs with thighs pressed together, forelegs folded out towards respective sides like many high school girls hiding what hid underneath their school uniform. Fingers barely caressed dress's him with facial features remaining blank like nearly they always were. Brows remained lowered much unlike dolls for young children, this doll however gave just yet a bit of movement; a hint of life unlike those soulless objects. Crystal eyes blinked once while observing more than just her test subject's movements. Vocal patterns were somewhat high meaning worry. Sweat from his brow and pale skin; yes this event was traumatic for him.
Her head stayed in place while tilting slightly right as though for thought; as though to analyze his words and him. This was normal for her to stay quiet before answering. She liked to think over a situation. She didn't take what she saw as truth but acted as an observer collecting information to be added into multiple formulas for various conclusions. "My friend got his heart and soul pierced by Seele Schneider, so I mended it." Superia's head straitened with right forearm only halfway extended; right pointer pointing towards his heart.
"First Subject: Base Hollow. mask removed. Special method used to mostly purify and sever connection with original host while stabilizing mask's spiritual structure. Subject removed. Subject two: Gage. Status, heart's right portion sliced by Seele Schneider. Soul damaged, normally irreparable. Spiritual energy leaking from wound taken. Liquefied in special containers. Energy split. First container now contained condensed Fullbring energy, unneeded. Second container contained communication portion from Subject's Soul Communication. Quincy spiritual energy placed inside second container, purified Mask fused together..."
Superia spoke like she normally would when giving an explanation. Simple but also like she was talking to herself. One of few times she ever spoke more than two sentences. "Focus on heart. Communicate. New power should grow like your natural...and, " Superia faintly blushed while glancing away with a meek pout. "Superia...apologizes. I'm not a healer, but....I didn't want you to die."
There were not words for what was in his mind, only visions and emotions. Almost nameless they scoured his head, fading in and out of anger and fear he feels the fog of unconsciousness fade, the sound of Souperia's voice carrying him back to reality. Eyes flutter open to see the white sickly light illumenating him on the table, Souperia narrating what has happened to him. He felt an odd familiar ache in his chest, not one of pain but an ache of emotion, something he has not had to face in some time. ...Hollow mask...leaking from wound...focus... How could he concentrate? He was losing himself in the feeling, the sense of something out there that was pulling him to a singular line of thought, railroading his mind to a single conclusion.
"Yeah, not exactly a healer," Gage struggled to sit up, slightly woozy. "But even so I appreciate the effort. Good to see that you were coming back to your senses." Swinging his legs over the side of the table Gage hops down, buttoning up his shirt and looking around for the door. He could feel himself being pulled, his thoughts straying into an unusual area that he has not faced in nearly two years. It was similar to a yearning but countless times more intense. Fighting the urge to insult and bite at her with his words Gage settled on a single action. "I don't know what came over you. At this point, I don't even care." Gage starts towards the door. "Consider this the last time I speak to you. Next time expect that I will do the same to you that you have done to me."
Post by SUPERIA IGNISA REGALAS on Apr 13, 2017 4:48:21 GMT
Superia did not close her eyes nor looked away from Gage. Her sight took him in once again fully with blush fading completely. The shy girl from moments ago faded away with an alchemist Gage fought and knew, or thought he understood and worked with several times, looking towards him. Her moss covered stone like expression carried with sensitive emotion from times long ago as though sung by bard's melody. "A wall tells a poem hiding a secret. Mean read what is there but Gage stops and thinks what this truly means. He asks himself: What is Superia was actually trying to save that girl? I am not so blind to not think."
Superia hoped he would try trusting her. Though her chest felt a twinge she had long nearly shot off all emotion. No, that was wrong. Superia was always nearly emotionally still, but she did feel passion towards certain things. Gage was part of what helped her passion and she didn't want to lose her help. She stood up strait and her tone of voice grew up several noches for the very first time since Gage ever meet her. She spoke in a normal person's speaking tone which was her version of yelling. "The subject known as Superia is capable of displaying emotions well! But subject Superia offers Gage well guarded secrets kept by her family, Regalas. Thereby answering his question: Why did she go after that girl."
Superia faintly scowled with narrowed eyes. "Just so you know, idiot, I wasn't trying to kill her."
His hand paused on the door handle, Gage listening to the confusing speech that she seemed to have adopted since they last met. "Okay, so let me get this straight. You. Whom I have known for nearly a year now. Were trying to save the girl..." It was a little out of her behavioral norms to say the least. She up to this point was always driven by getting herself stronger through almost any means available. Not sticking her neck out so that others would benefit without something coming towards her.
"I have never accused you of not feeling emotion, I know full well that there are things that in our world if you have emotion then they will scar you. Emotions will give others a hand hold to bend you, break you and manipulate you! You never showing emotion was never an issue to me! It meant you were safe! You were being rational! That you were not being driven by greed or hatred! That you were free of actions in anger!" He turns to face her his own eyes lit with a rage that was far beyond anything he had shown anyone else.
"So now I have a hollow inside me. Again. And its keeping me alive so I cant get rid of it. And this is because you would not tell me sooner what you had planned. If you said that she was in no danger and that I was over reaction and simply told me what was going on then YOU WOULD NOT HAVE STABBED ME IN THE HEART!!!"
Post by SUPERIA IGNISA REGALAS on Apr 19, 2017 15:42:28 GMT
The male's venom bore deep into barely moving veins. Few times this stature felt pain from many times she forged herself, her family through many generations, readied themselves for collision with themselves. Harsh words baring truth were embraced without physical reaction; her emotional reaction being scientific consequence dealing with chemical and electrical brain responses. This cold blooded doll embraced more things than simple chemical reactions; however explaining such alongside Human flaws would gain no ground. "Then do science. Rid yourself of the Hollow nature that comes with being a Fullbringer." Superia wasn't stupid. If he wanted he could do it.
"Now stop acting illogical and help me clean up. Thinking makes me hungry, but you require it more than I do.." Words. Words. Words. She used strong language against Gage since he used it against her. If he wanted to leave then that was just fine, but he should help her clean up part of the mess he was responsible for in her lab. Plus if he didn't eat then that would cause problems. She hated talking like that, her stomach turned and she felt completely out of character. Damn her personal experiments on herself. Project Sigma was more of an annoyance than helping than anything.
Gage stopped, he could feel it in him, he was never this outright angry. Especially at people he was friends with. Yes she had stabbed him but he would have normally let it go if he were sure that they did not mean it. What was wrong with him? Something had to be going on, making him more agitated and aggressive. Then do science. Immediatly Gage's mind went to his shop, the image of tools and sensors all beeping, scans processing and blood samples whirring away. His heart went from a hundred miles an hour to nothing in a second. Everything was alright, he could fix this. There was nothing that has crossed his table that he couldn't fix and his heart was just another motor on the table.
"Yeah alright." All the aggression was gone, he had pulled a full one eighty and was already walking around the shop picking up bits and pieces here and there. Straightening out the odds and ends that seemed to be out of place but there was really little he could do. He had no idea where anything went so he settled with finding a rag and aimlessly wiping things down as he put them back.
Post by SUPERIA IGNISA REGALAS on Apr 21, 2017 4:57:53 GMT
People worried about far too many things that didn't concern them. Their illogical thought process wasn't something Superia fully understood despite exploring into their minds and emotions, albeit her family did that years prior more than her. Superia was more focused on herself than others though outside data was helpful; Gage helped with that though. While Gage began cleaning up Superia used a metal pot as a makeshift rice cooker, pulling rice from a refrigerator. She also pulled out a plastic bag with glowing blue and purple meat. It gave off no spiritual energy due to the pouch's make up.
It was meat altered with herbs and saturated in purified Fullbring energy alongside spiritual energy from nearby plant life. After taking it out it gave off a nice spiced aroma giving the impression Superia was a decent cook; she did live alone and fended for herself. Superia set rice and this semi-solid jello meat together in the small caldron and let it start cooking. Approaching Gage, while helping pick up varying things she cleaned off the table where he once rested so they could eventually eat; though she did collect his blood in empty Silver Tubes.
One of the few rooms inside her small lab had a rock door that didn't seem like it could be moved, over she pointed towards the lone room. But it was easily moveable "Other side, fruits and vegetables. Alchemically grown. Pick your preferences."
POST IN THE PROFILE NOTIFICATION THREAD TO BE GRADED!
CBOX RULES
I. DON'T START/ENGAGE IN DRAMA.
II. DON'T ASK FOR GRADINGS.
III. RESPECT EVERYONE.
IV. NO BIGOTRY.
V. NO IMITATING PEOPLE.
VI. KEEP IT PG-13.
VII. NO ADS/LINKING OTHER FORUMS EXCEPT RESOURCE SITES
VIII. DON'T SPOIL NEW CHAPTERS.
IX. NO SPAMMING.
X. NO ANIMATED ICONS.
XI. IF STAFF ASKS YOU TO STOP OR MOVE ON, DO IT.
XII. NO TROLLING/FLAMING.