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By some means only fitting for the robotic lunatic Mechan, he had managed to make his way into Hueco Mundo to test out his newest creation on the lower level creatures that roamed the sands in hordes here. He had realized too late that he had no feasible way of returning to the Human World, and even then how he would be able to return to his airship from wherever the portal spat him out. For now this seemed like a problem for later, and right now he was excitedly digging around in the mess of gears and mechanisms between what would be the shoulder blades of an 8 foot tall steam golem. It vaguely resembled the stance and appearance of a mechanical gorilla, just massively outsized and fitted with metal plating and robotic glowing eyes.
Humming some sort of symphonic classical tune to himself, Mechan fiddled away with some preliminary checks on the GORILLA's internal systems. After he was finally finished, he drew his arms free of the beast's back and heaved closed the sturdy back panel with a clank. With a light pat onto the golem's head, Mechan's metal hand clanking onto the surface, he began to slide down its back until his feet planted into the sand. Stepping back away from the beast, Mechan watched as it sprung back to life, steam pluming out of its joints and ventilation tubes now steadily as it hummed.
With a grin and a nod, Mechan brought his robotic hand to his jawplate, shouting out into the endless sandy expanse of the desert, "Yoohoo, Hollows! Tasty snack here, defensless and afraid, please do not come from your homes to tear me to shreds!"
Cyrell had observed the modified soul enter Hueco Mundo by using a garganta generated by a small, unclassified hollow. He had brought with him some kind of large mechanical monstrosity. Cyrell analyzed it and instantly she could see that it was a mock gorrilla, designed for lifting, and for combat. It also seemed to be steam based. Huh. Steam was good for a lot of things; it was incredibly reliable. If you built something steam powered you didn't need to bother with redundancies. Cyrell simply watched from a distance, her reiatsu hidden well. She was well hidden amongst some trees and rocks on the skyline, her porcelain skin blending well into the landscape, her black dress and black hair vanishing into the sky.
What exactly did this modsoul want? Was he up to something. Cyrell was perfectly content merely to observe for now, to watch over what was happening and gather intel. Clearly this was someone else who liked building things, just like Cyrell. Was he hostile to Arrancar? Would he be hostile to her? Cyrell wondered if she could approach him. But then again it was always best to simply stay neutral. She surprised herself that she even considered it however. She had been lead into some sort of deal of mutual benefit with Superia. She had spent so long alone, however. Did she really want or need the company of other beings to make her happy? Cyrell felt that it was likely that she could simply sit around making gadgets forever and be satisfied. So why did she feel so tempted to reach out now?
Suddenly from the sand in front of Mechan and his robotic behemoth sprung a beastly hollow resembling some sort of bipedal lizard creature. Mechan's jaw plate shifted in place, forming a mechanical grin as he prepared to begin taking notes. With his arms stiffly held behind his straightened back, his eye ports whirred and zoomed over the Hollow, working to take data on his size and potential power.
Calling out to the beast, he clacked together his heels and nodded in gesture, "Lovely, our first guest! Let us test your mettle against my metal."
The hollow stared for a moment, as if confused by the situation, before ravenously beginning to spring toward Mechan, working to run past the mechanized ape, only for it to rapidly reposition itself and slide back between Mechan and the beast. The Hollow skid to a halt as the behemoth block its path, looking over its form for a moment. With a roar, it leapt up to try and latch onto the beast in some sort of attack. With a whistling release of steam, G.O.R.I.L.L.A.'s arm swung in a full rotation, hooked at the elbow joint, and slamming the massive fist into the hollow before it could even cry out. As the fist slammed into the beast it was like a bug on a windshield, splattering into chunks of flesh and hollow juices.
Mechan stood silently as his eyes recorded more data, slightly disappointed himself. Anti-climactic if anything, but it did its job! Atleast, somewhat. Now Mechan watched as G.O.R.I.L.L.A.'s arm continued to windmill out of control, spinning endlessly until it was thrown off balance, its huge form slamming into the sand with a giant rumble, throwing up sand as the fist continued to heave around. Mechan stepped back as it wildly flung around, humming to himself as he already began working out the possible flaws in his design. After a few more moments of watching it flail around haphazardly, he drew up his arm, the forearm plate flipping open to reveal a set of controls and buttons, to which he tapped at for a few seconds until finally the mechanical beast shuttered and collapsed, a large cloud of steam billowing out of its joints.
Cyrell watched as the mechanised giant, in an awkward but powerful motion, turned the hollow that had appeared into a thin, viscous red paste. It wasn't especially advanced, but she could tell that this Mod Soul wasn't a fool, and he had great potential to be a great engineer. Cyrell would slide gracefully down the sand dune, her bronze eyes gazing steelily at Mechan. When she reached the bottom of the dune, there was a pop of static as she used her sonido to bring her before Mechan and his large mecha. She would be invisible in the sand kicked up by the malfunctioning fighter.
"Needs work." she said, before clearing the sand with her formidable reiatsu. She looked him in his goggled. God. This guy was a creepy fucker. But Cyrell knew better than to judge people by how they looked. She would have to wait, and see how he acted. Judging from his reiatsu, as far as Cyrell could tell she was a great deal stronger than him. Of course that made sense. She was an arrancar, and he was the creation of a shinigami, obviously there would be a big difference in strength. She was quietly tense, in case things came down to a fight, but she hoped that wouldn't happen. Cyrell felt she had no business fighting.
Mechan stood in the wake of the flailing GORILLA mech, sand raining down around it as its arm continued to dig away and fling up buckets of sand into the air. Without warning, another visitor seemed to phase in out of nowhere. Mechan's eyes scanned over her as she stood, the sand obscuring his vision, but still the sand could not obscure the energy radiating from her. Hollow? She didn't seem like a monster or beast, but her aura... it was similar, but Mechan could not be entirely sure, there was something off about it. Regardless, she was truly powerful and now dangerously close to him and his malfunctioning mechanical minion.
Needs work.
Without a flick of a finger, the sand nearby flattened as if gravity itself had doubled, the air becoming clear and the woman fully visible now. Definitely not a hollow, atleast to the naked eye-ports. Scanning over her for a second longer, he spoke out finally to her in response.
"Yes, definitely needs some adjustments. But packs quite a punch." With a shift of his jaw plate, he grinned and brought up his forearm, pressing a single button on the control panel within. The beast that still flailed about now finally hissed with a grand release of steam before collapsing to a rest in the sand, leaving the dunes in silence once again.
The steam had dampened the sand around them. The desert seemed, perhaps, not the best place to test out a steam-based machine. She wondered what the motivation was for building it that way. On the other hand, this weird looking modsoul appeared as though he could run on steam or something himself. She wouldn't be surprised if he had a key that could be used to kick start him, or something like that. Cyrell went and looked over the thing. She was able to relatively simply heft it to its feet due to her immense strength. She walked around it, inspecting it up and down, tapping here and there. She wondered what improvements could be made to it. It needed better AI, certainly. There was definitely some sort of computational malfunction going on, and it didn't matter how good the hardware was.
"You're an inventor? A modified soul. Created by shinigami?" she asked, curious, her golden eyes still locked upon the robot. Of course Cyrell's designed involved one thing- a machine like this needed a single thing. A soul. A simple one would do, but Cyrell had studied long and hard into how to perfect such autonomous devices and giving it its own mind, its own power, was the way to do it.
Mechan stood as he watched the woman check here and there on the G.O.R.I.L.L.A. mech, stepping forward to see what the damage was and if anything had been glaringly obvious. He had a few ideas on how to fix the malfunction, but it would only take time and a few more te-
Inventor, that much could be obvious enough, standing next to his robotic creation, but she knew within moments that he was a Mod Soul crafted by Shinigami. Yet he could barely get a read on what species she could be. There was still a vast amount of things to learn from the different dimensions, and without Gotei and more specifically the 12th Squad's resources, it was up to him and his fellow companions to learn what they could with what limited resources they had. His best guess would have to be a "Vizard", some secret information he had stumbled upon in the Research and Development libraries that spoke of cross between Shinigami and Hollow. She LOOKED like a plus soul, but her aura... still something off.
"You seem to know an awful lot about me, yet I am having trouble analyzing much about you." He watched as she had heaved his great best to its feet even though it didn't seem like she would have been able to. This woman was interesting indeed. And luckily, she didn't seem hostile. So far.
She peeled her golden eyes delicately off of the mechanized gorilla to look at Mechan when he responded to her question. Her analysis had been correct. Her mouth was a little 'O' of concern, and she bit her bottom lip ever so slightly. Hrmmph. So he couldn't tell what she was? A brilliant mind, but no spiritual powerhouse. Much like herself then, it seemed. She didn't answer immediately, instead pulling some tools from her bag, and tinkering with the great lumbering thing, making adjustments to ensure it would not blow itself out from wear and tear, or explode in a shower of steam. A couple of times, she released steam from valves. She kind of liked the design. It was a bit punky, it made her greasy and hot as she worked on it. It felt like real engineering, like restoring an old engine, which was something Cyrell loved to do much to the bemusement of many humans in scrapyards.
"Do you know much of your own history?" she asked Mechan, as a jet of steam shot off of his creation. She paused to wipe her brow. She withdrew from his creation, her face and arms covered in grime. "I am an arrancar. A hybrid of a hollow and a shinigami. A hollow with its mask removed. A creation of Souske Aizen's Hogyouku." she explained, giving him the information for free to file away in his databanks. His creepy databanks. Cyrell was not a normal person. She was a social outcast. She didn't have friends. There was something off about her on the inside. But Mechan seemed to be a normal man, stuck in a freaky body.
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