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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2017 14:34:57 GMT
Gage stands in his garage, massaging his shoulder, the wound having healed up all the way but the scar tissue being extremely tender to the touch. He has spent the last few weeks figuring out what exactly he wanted to do with his arm, settling on the fact that he wants to make a prosthetic replacement. It was not that he wanted to hide the damage but he was just having some trouble with getting any of his projects done with only one hand and Soul Communication. While yes he could do everything that he needed to with pure soul communication he missed the tactile feeling of being able to manipulate something in his own hands. That being the case he has been building some smaller models that mount directly to his arm, Krystal spending several hours each day tinkering with the equipment so that it will tie directly into his nervous system. It was a painful process, Gage's wound now covered with small plates and armor with little holes where wires and plugs stick out. He was still a long way off from having his arm back to a usable position but as of right now he would at least be able to massage the soreness out of it. Checking his watch it was nearly time for Souperia to show up, the Quincy agreeing to meet with him on such short notice. She had not seen him since the last time that he was injured by her. As far as he could tell she also did not know about his missing shoulder so that might actually be a bit of a story. SUPERIA IGNISA REGALAS |
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Post by SUPERIA IGNISA REGALAS on May 3, 2017 20:24:38 GMT
Three weeks ago an event transpired. Friendship, what might be called, now but just a shaky alliance between opposing races. Though some may consider Superia’s actions regrettable she was merely disappointed in herself for not telling Gage sooner, however, family secrets must be upheld. When requested for an audience with her by Gage a brow arose, however, Superia felt obligated to hear what he wanted to say. She arrived at his workshop on time; coming in through his shop’s front door then into the back. She’d been there before so finding her way around wasn’t an issue.
Slouched forwards with arms hung down, Superia’s disposition and facial expression never changed even after their last meeting. ”Attaching a Hollow arm might be difficult. Maybe a Shinigami this time?” A joke that also wasn’t a joke. Superia’s head tilted right onto her right shoulder where she then walked over and sat herself down into a chair, keeping her legs closed and slouched into the chair with arms dangling down off both sides. ”Ask Seran. Should have extra body parts. He is like, a zombie person.” She was really weird but her words were not really inaccurate and she could make do on what she said. |
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2017 21:29:30 GMT
"Nah, there is nothing that I want them to do. I want to get this fixed on my own, its my fault after all." Gage pokes tentatively at the scarring tissue, wincing slightly at the pressure. "No, Actually I have a request. I need something from you but I don't think that its too much," tapping the scar on his chest Gage signals his wound from their previous encounter. "Its so that I can do something about this. I need to get my hands on some Quincy arrows, not the Seele but the arrows themselves." Gage pulls out a trio of long silver tubes with their caps removed.
"Do you mind? I am getting close to a break through and I need this before I can get the next step complete." Gage holds out one of the tubes, made of high density steel forged with a process similar to how Soul Synthesized Silver is made but in a way that only Fullbringers can manage. With the tubes if she would be willing, each one would hold three arrows before being full and having to be capped off. There though would give Gage enough energy for him to work with the energy and move on.
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Post by SUPERIA IGNISA REGALAS on May 9, 2017 22:50:27 GMT
Gage's requirement for Quincy Arrows wasn't difficult. Within right hand Superia formed her hammer without needing a cross. Her Sanrei Glove acted as a focal point instead, and from there placed it over her right shoulder and walked over towards Gage. Letting hammer down nine arrows formed then arced into each tube, filling them up as he requested. The weapon then faded away in a shower of spirit particles. "Plans?" Superia felt most comfortable when speaking fewer words, when not going into explanations. Hopefully from before Gage wasn't planning on trying anything that involved revenge though if he wanted to rid himself of his Hollow Mask heart then she'd openly aid him.
With slouched posture, right shoulder leaned against table where no items were. This way she wouldn't mess with his work or damage any materials. She then focused on her mind, mental energies taking hold of her body; a phantom hand picking her up to place her onto the table so she could sit atop it. Hands rested in lap with eyes on Gage, glancing around at his workshop. "Arm." Hands remained in lap but she faintly pointed towards his missing arm, wanting to know what happened with it.
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2017 23:05:06 GMT
"Awesome, that is perfect, I was worried that you were going to be a bit more reluctant to give me those than you were," Taking the three tubes Gage slides them into a tall foot wide six foot tall machine that would take the arrows and liquify them, depositing them into a decanter on top of his work table. Gage leans in and props his one elbow on the table to watch the fluid drip ever so slowly into the glass container, one drop at a time. This was going to take hours, at least he had some more work that he could distract himself with. Heading over to what looked like a mortitians wall he opens a drawer and pulls out a sword, looking very similar to that of a Zanpakto.
"Well, during the Holer invasion, that thing where the infectious hollow were getting through," Gage would stop to explain what that was if Superia did not know about it. "An Arrancar managed to find its what through one of the gates. I happened to be nearby but I was way out classed. It peeled me out of my suit in a moment and ended up breaking my arm when we went knuckle to knuckle." Gage thinks back on the event, his memory flashing back almost like a moment of PTSD. "It only figures that I would master my Fullbring right there, my broken arm acting like a crack in a jar. All the pent up energy ended up escaping there taking off my arm but it was probably for the best. If my arm was not wounded chances are that I would have detonated full body as the energy had no where to go."
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Post by SUPERIA IGNISA REGALAS on May 17, 2017 17:59:46 GMT
Like an unseen event that transpired without understanding Gage spoke about his endeavors. He endured much although loosing an arm wasn't some simple fix. A prosthetic should work however he didn't seem very concerned over getting one made. Perhaps he enjoyed having one arm? Though that should make work difficult. Days without much sleep caused a yawn from Superia. Her mental and physical efforts were becoming emotionally tiresome even for someone like herself. Taking the empty counter as her claimed area Superia laid onto her stomach and allowed limbs to hang down from table. "Holer is what? Arrancar friend. Superia has. Cyrell. Nice person."
Cyrell was an interesting character though Superia was still unsure how she felt about having an Arrancar as a lap partner. things really were interesting in Superia's life right now. years ago her family didn't work with Hollow and they'd scold her for doing such, but she was the family head so they couldn't do anything even if they wanted to. "Isolate and redirect. Spiritual network control. Good for blocking, unblocking. Control." Superia pulled from her pocket a small notebook and copied a piece of S.I.G.M.A onto an empty piece of paper handing it to Gage.
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