[Revolutionists][INV]

Well whadduya'know? It seemed as though this question hit home to win the game. He was almost sure he could see the very picture from that memory pour into the Fullbringer's face as he spoke, making it all the more reasonable to believe it wasn't something to forget very soon. Admiteddly, The Vizard had never really been briefed on the full process of the Fullbring. Hell, came into contact with it though. His last fullbringer encounter was one with a lot more questions then answers, giving the Fullbringer's words a feeling of minor clarity, but recognizable similarity as well. But it's not like he wasn't clued in on what they were. If anything, his last little get-together with a fullbringer was quite the cloud nine tea party. Real crazy bitch, too.

Yet, the Silver Haired man had attempted to acknowledge the interior of the lab he had going on. 'I'd love to see your definition of a Fortress, if this isn't it.' he regarded in thought. Much to his surprise, they came to a stop at a high-tensile strength door, and a key-pad for typing in the code. 'Fancy'. As he noticed the key-pad a bit more, the Vizard realized he lacked interest in stealing the man's password. If Gage was a careful man, which he'd wager that the Fullbringer is, he would most likely change the passwords for security measures. Speculating, perhaps he already does it daily. Or perhaps he doesn't care at all if people come in...Maybe he wants them to come in. Who knows?


Satoshi played it off like he had less knowledge then he had, the man trying to be clever with his positioning of the words. He shrugged loosely and said, "Unfortunately not extensive. Needless to say I've never seen one in person."

The words he filled the room with were lies. Saying he didn't know would lead to a decent chance that he shows it to me, and it would be a good oppurtunity to see the man's power and analyze it. A moment of the Fullbringer's explanation's had lead Satoshi into thought, but he quickly raised his head as he snapped out of it with a conclusion.

"Sounds real fun" He said, putting his thumb and index to his chin in thought as he looked down.

"I know of an Arrancar who is quite adept at making electronic and robotic items. Perhaps you wouldn't need your to operate the muscles and nerves in the severed portion.. Unless of course it's within your capabilities and you simple don't want it."

The Vizard exclaimed non-chalantly. As if a helpful tip to restore his hand was half-hearted. Because it was. His mind was wrapped in the immense experimental factors of the lab, and his previous Squad 12 memories lit up like a candle in his head when he saw them. Days of ignorant bliss.

"Alas', I know nothing of Soul-work and Soul engineering myself. Though I have a couple of calling cards like these-" he said as he poked the card in his long collared, black and crimson trench coat. "-that couldn't hurt."

If anybody could understand the concept of punishing yourself as a lesson, it was Satoshi. The Fullbringer's arm was a sign of an important event, so it was understandable that a person would have trouble moving on. The vizard veered his head toward the suit of armor, his eyes squinting in inspection. It still seemed strange that he would delay an obvious upgrade to his limb for the sake of a memory... Perhaps he had other plans in mind for his arm, but only time and patience would tell.

"We all have our obstacles to overcome." Spoke the vizard, acknowledging the Fullbringer's arm. "As long as we do what it takes, the end makes it worth it. Wouldn't you agree?" Satoshi gestured to the machine that spun the blood in circles. He knew that a project involving a his DNA had to be big, and something about this man told Satoshi that he was willing to take steps just as big to get to it.

He wiped his hand across his nose, smudging beads of sweat. "Workers, hm? Seemed a bit desolate when we came in." He looked back at the Fullbringer, placing his hands behind his back as he nimbly paced toward the table. He reached down to his waist, quickly releasing his Zanpakuto from his sash before setting it directly before him on the table, one hand grasping the scabbard.

"The big question, it seems. I was hoping for some more applicable cutting power to the blade. Its cutting power is weak in this form, unfortunately. Not only that, but the blade itself is quite over-sized; even for an Odachi. In that sense, wielding it with speed would also be a factor..." He trailed off in thought, his mind diving deeper into the inquiry.

"..Besides that-" He shrugged "-your best judgement would be enough for now. Another thing, I've been in need of some kind of garment for defensive purposes. Do you happen to have some sort of..Glove or gauntlet that could be worn? Something lightweight, ideally. And lastly, I've been needing my own source of information as well as an enhanced cellphone for contact purposes. The source of information being a laptop, perhaps? Something with a built in proficiency for code processing."

His hand released the sword, both of his palms interlocking behind his back once more.

Half of his face raised in a smile. "If you could handle this, I'd be more then obliged to share a piece of my mask with you. One last thing...I would be lying if I said I didn't have a lack of contacts around here, and it's always good to keep someone in your back pocket. Would you consider keeping more personal contact?"


(OOC: In clarification, he's asking for a passive speed/vision boost to his sword. As for the end, he's asking to become allies in a sense.)

IThe Vizard raised his eyebrows in response to his 'limb' joke. He chuckled to himself as he paced his way over to the Fullbringer's side, watching as the blood went around in a circle. Even his own crimson liquid of life was quite magnificent to see in motion. There was something about blood... So forbidden yet entirely acquirable. He stopped as he was half-way between his previous location and the Fullbringer's side of the work-table, watching carefully as he unsheathed his one and only Soul mate. Kiyomemasu

"Well, I'd like to assume I would have lost my arm during the process of acquiring whatever I needed at the time. I believe that things happen, in this life, for a reason. Whether its trivial or crucial." He gestured with his head at the man's non-existent limb.

"Time heals all wounds, doesn't have to be in a literal sense." He said, shrugging one shoulder before watching him veer over to his cabinets, pulling out his requested cellphone. His eyes lowered in disappointment as he acknowledged the Fullbringer's lack of utility for his blade. He lowered his head in thought before turning around to face the man's prototype suit. He paced over to it slowly, leaning forward and casually eyeing it up and down.

"After entrusting my DNA to you, that isn't very... Brightening news." He murmured as he leaned back up, his back to Gage.

"I'm assuming you didn't lead me on about these skills of yours for a simple denial, did you?"

The Vizard's head tilted so that the edge of his left eye could meet the gaze of the Fullbringer, a new look of piercing and vulgar intent of violence. Satoshi could not help but embody portions of his emotional state, it was one of his burdens as a Vizard.

His body turned the rest of the way, peering back down at the phone and ear-piece with a blank face, and eyes that betrayed that face. He began walking swiftly toward the table once more.

Reaching the table from standing before the Fullbringer's armor, he scooped up the phone along with the ear-piece. The Vizard watched as the phone lit with color as he touched it, placing the ear-piece in his ear as it did so. While the Fullbringer was speaking, he was diving into the software of the phone with fast and dramatic tapping/swiping movements. After a few moments of tampering, his ear-piece lit up with a blue L.E.D light and a 'ding!' to signal wireless connection. Satoshi tapped the screen a few more times, and an identical noise had sprang from inside one of the Fullbringer's cabinets.

"There we are. Two directly linked ear-pieces under an encrypted, thin waved radio line." He whispered to himself, only half expecting the Fullbringer to hear his words. He tapped the ear-piece, turning the device off and putting both the phone, and the communicator into his pocket.

His eyes quickly sped to observe the robot arms working away from his shop walls as if his entire work-shop was alive.

"Evolve, hm..? Sounding more and more like a mad scientist to me, Mr. Mekhanic." He said sarcastically, yet with a continuous blank face that betrayed any humor.

He smirked at the mans comment on his potential. "We all have dangerous amounts of potential, so on some level we're all uneducated. But I would be lying if I said I don't know what I need. That being said, what it takes to get what I need is another thing entirely, I will admit."

The Vizard had turned around, peering at the rest of the equipment as the Fullbringer began his process. All of this technology.. Such a waste. The Vizard's phone was in Satoshi's hand in but a brief moment, back to Gage as he carefully directed the phone to take photos. The phone tilted in an arc as he panorama shot the room in slight secrecy, making sure to get as much information as he could. It was good to keep friends close, and enemies even closer. Whichever Gage was applied in this situation.

He carefully slipped his phone back in his pocket all in under a minute and turned back around as the Fullbringer shot him the question of sentimentality.

He sighed, eyes looking left in sad thought.

"Besides my weapon, the only thing I carry any material attachment for is very precious to me. I'd recommend good care, friend." He spoke slowly and carefully.

The Vizard's hand seemed to unsheathe from his trench coat's sleeve, reaching into his jacket for an extended amount of time before pulling out a black ring with golden Japanese symbols. He set it on the table beside him. This was something marked with the blood of many..But its past clouded him. Every time he looked at it, he felt as though he had lived a thousand lives.

His fingers seemed to hesitate and tense up as he pulled away from the ring.

"Anything else, then?"

Seemed about time. Even though he couldn't help but be appreciative of the Fullbringer's assistance, it seemed like he had to jump through a lot of unnecessary hoops in order to get to this point.

He couldn't help but wonder if it was foolish to be even slightly ungrateful, yet there was just something inside of him that locked away the capability to feel empathy. To understand a situation was one thing, but to truly involve your own life in comparison was something else.

This was one of the first steps of many, and Satoshi smiled in slight triumph of the entire situation. Hopefully this good day wouldn't spoil.

He took the ring once more, and wiggled it down to place it on his right hand's ring finger. "Why of course." He said with a dry tone.

It seemed this was going to be a rather flashy process. Something of this caliber seemed to be rather specific and advanced for someone who was more of a 'facilitator'. This must have taken many processes of trial and error in order to complete. He couldn't help but wonder if he had even built this entirely by himself, or if he had people who assisted him with greater parts of it.

Nodding, he walked over to his Zanpakuto with a chuckle. Something about the 'brighter' side of his soul frightening the Fullbringer was his kind of humour. The Irony.

Standing before the blade and Gage, he placed his right hand upon the handle of his sword.

"That much I knew.. Remember, we have conversations with them. It's hard to not be individualized."
"Anything else, then?"

The process looked enthralling to say the least. He had never seen any process that a Fullbringer had used to draw upon their power, and this didn't seem wide-scale enough to be even near the full powered capabilities of a Fullbring. Luckily his first experience with one was with a man who had his own powerful drive. How it would pay off on his own goals and desires, was apparently up to how he interacted with his soul.

The liquid spun like a miniature torrent, forming into a rotating spout of green energy.

"Let's just get it over with" He said, relaxing his hand muscles as the tornado of energy grew closer to his hand.

The next moment was quite violent, as Satoshi's bright golden aura flashed in a small wave as the green energy collided with his own. He winced in a mixture of surprise and pain as it drilled into the very fabric of his bone, as though it were melting into his cells. Loose objects in the lab were clanking and sliding as a wind was formed from the surge of energy.

Tightening his face in concentration, his energy began calming with every given moment of added focus. That was close... Any more pain then that and he might have blacked out. And that wouldn't have been a good situation for the Vizard or the fullbringer. The moaned as his hand throbbed in waves of sore pain.

He lifted his sword as the man spoke, observing his hand and the blade. The green still glowing under his skin.

"You make it sound so easy, friend." He said truthfully.

Out of all the thoughts that had began to swarm through his end, pure adrenal excitement had simply crushed and dominated all other emotional opposition.

His entire cortex and spine was flooded with the feeling of agony, and yet somehow all of his pain and released suffering had been translated into chaotic joy.

The Vizard couldn't control his vocal cords, his thoughts pouring out into a loud, yet short chuckle as he reviewed the Fullbringer's words with amusement. If only I haven't been manipulating, is that right? He had it all wrong and crossed.

Contrary to popular belief, Satoshi was not the one that had ever been in 'control' of his own actions. He was simply the mediator between two sides of the same coin. What was on the surface was quite applicably only the tip of the iceberg; and a rather big fucking chunk of ice at that.

Emptiness was the only space big enough to seperate the two personalities that had constantly rivaled, yet complimented one another with a brew of sinister deviance.

His own personalities were too intricate for even the complexities of a human brain, forcing it to adapt himself into a barrier; a dam that held figurative tons of tainted emotion that threatened to wash over his mind at any moment.

Words couldn't possibly cohere to the situation. He couldn't understand yet, yet everything was perfectly clear to him at the exact same time. Through his very own eyes, Satoshi could only see what lay before him, and nothing else. Golded eyes stared back at him, more vibrant and hateful then anything he had seen in himself. He felt relieved, but there was no joy.

He felt at peace, but the presence he felt was, at best, controlled chaos. In a beacon of gold light that slowly pulsed across the room, an aged Satoshi had peered through with an intent that could almost be painted. A white robe as opposed to his black trench-coat..Long white hair as opposed to his medium length.

Scars of battle across his chest, as opposed to once lonely scars of purposeful torment and self-inflicted anguish. For once in his life, Satoshi felt at peace; and yet he failed to grasp it.

The eyes that had mirrored his own had seemed to come from a completely different realm. A place he couldn't even imagine himself touching..His future. The eyes of a man who had seen what he himself had feared to live through. The irony alone was almost too much to bare, and he knew what came next would make this seem like a far-cry.

"So that's how it is, hm?" The new pair of Golden-eyes had slowly shifted from Satoshi to Gage with an almost keen look of inspection that pierced towards him, then locked his gaze upon Satoshi once more.

"I see..I suppose I should thank you, son. We will be seeing each other again soon, I can imagine."

The glowing portrait of a futuristic Sastoshi had shifted in the light with movement, leaning forward with crossed arms behind his back.

"Look at you..I almost envy your ignorance. So dark and cold that you can't even accept the pain that was layed before your eyes."


"Never again will you see yourself as a man, Satoshi. For a Man could never do and handle the things you have put yourself through."

"Stand on your feet, Satoshi. For your dignity is mine."

Anger. It surged through his veins as the fiery will to extinguish the life from this man's eyes. But this is the only time in his entire life..In a long, long time, that he had felt fear. He hadn't felt fear because he was weaker or slower. He could see the life shining back at him..Something he had never seen.

"And as much as it may have been taking a beating, I'd like to keep it alive, you mask. Too long have I-..Have WE waited for this moment. Dawn."

It was almost as if his hand was in tune with the words that were being spoken to him. Two pale-skinned hands had stuck up simultaneously. Their palms clasped together with a quiet smack, but that silence was quickly betrayed by the reversal/implosion of energy that swiftly filled the room.