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Je suis bûcheron, et je suis OK, je fais sommeil toute la nuit, je fais mon boulot toute la journée. Chandre sung as she stood the ledge she had carved out from one of the many trees overlooking the menos forest. She could see the meandering brutes that were awash in their own minds, some with one personality vying for control like she had so many decades ago, others content to be rudderless. Personally, she had spent very little time here when she was a menos, usually popping in when she needed something to snack on or when she needed to escape a Shinigami. Being a shape shifter really helped in staying on the mortal plane actually, since she could be much more discrete than the rest of her towering peers.
J'abats des arbres, je mange mon lunch je m'en vais aux toilettes. Les mercredis je fais les magasins, et mange des scones au beurre avec le thé. She sung as she turned on her heel, bringing up an axe to her shoulder and began to head back up the ledge. She had also taken the time before coming here to change up her usual look for a flowing evening gown, and opted for something altogether different to her fashion pallet. She wore a plaid shirt with rolled up sleeves and thick denim jeans. Her feet sported tan leather work boots and she even had a little camper’s pack on her back, though the rolled up sleeping cot was ablaze like her usual accessories. She felt that looking the part was half of the journey, and when you’re cutting into a tree, why not look like a Lumberjack?
Chandre had come to the Menos forest for a very specific reason, one she thought of as being scientific in nature as much as anything else. She wanted to find out more about the trees in this very odd forest. These towering structures that seemed to be petrified wood, that held the infinite sands of Hueco Mundo in their sprawling branches like Atlas held up the sky. She was very curious how they had grown, if they had grown, what sort of process had made them what they are. To that end, she had found a tree of sizable diameter, figuring it would likely be older than its surrounding brethren and have more interesting data. As she came to the top of the ledge she had been walking on, she found herself in front of the hole that was currently being excavated by her ‘team’ so that she may study the tree from the inside.
She had four of her Vetruvian Homme children out and working hard, each one uniquely shaped, though all of rather burly build. They too looked the part, Chandre could hardly be the only ‘lumber jack’ her today and so each one bore a plaid shirt and jeans, some boasting grizzly beards, while others enjoyed little toques. Each also sported an axe of some description, though it would have almost been more appropriate to furnish her work force with pickaxes as they burrowed into the tree as if digging into a mine. Chandre, of course, was more of a supervisor, and she stepped into the rapidly forming cave to inspect the work done.
It was rather impressive seeing how far the Vetruvian Homme’s had managed to get in only a few hours. The petrified wood like material was certainly… stern, but it would seem that four very muscular weaponized tumours could burrow through it with relative ease. They had managed to fashion a two meter around hall way that proceeded into the tree a good fifteen meters. The tree itself was likely around sixty meters in diameter, so they were roughly a quarter of the way to her end goal.
She was aiming to basically dissect this tree, find out what was at the very core of the thing and see if it had any useful properties. Her present hypothesis was that the tree drained rietsu from the ground below, made largely of the corpses of ancient and fallen menos. In so doing, it created whatever it truly was that this place was made of. If she could harness this rietsu filtering and processing ability that these trees may naturally possess? Well, lets’ just say she had a few ideas for some applications. In the meantime, she set to examining the wood like material itself, peering at the chips and debris that her workers created, wondering if this substance in and of itself could be of use if whatever lay at the core proved uninteresting.
Chandre took a bite of what she considered to be mandatory cuisine given their task at hand. It had been a bit of a trick to actually get, but she was thoroughly enjoying this ‘pan cake’ item. She had one of her Vetruvian Homme’s stop his work and fetch lunch for the work group through an open Garganta. He had returned with several stacks of pancakes, and a jug of something known only as ‘Maple syrup’ which just made the pancakes that much better. When she had been alive, she didn’t have access to this strange meal item, and the syrup was definitely a nice change of pace from the iron flavour most souls had. Either way, as soon as everybody had enjoyed the meal (she was of course sharing with her Vetruvian Hommes), they got back to work. They were almost to the end of the journey, and Chandre was eager to see what as at the centre of this thing.
She had also noted something rather strange when they had gotten about fifteen meters away from the core… a series of holes in the floor and walls. It was as if something had been burrowing around in the tree, which was FASCINATING to the lady hollow. She really hoped she would be lucky enough to find whatever the source of these holes were too, that would be a great double feature!
Chandre landed her axe in the wood, feeling a distinct give that told her there was nothing behind this wall! She had taken up an axe to start digging in more out of boredom than anything else, and she hadn’t expected to reach some sort of hollow in the tree at this point! They were still a good ten meters away from the middle of the tree, she wondered why there wouldn’t be any material beyond this. She took a few steps back and motioned for her Vetruvian Homme pieces to do likewise. She brought up a finger and fired a volley of Bala at the wall, busting the thing open in a matter of moments. She then fired a string of fiery hollow energy from her finger into the void, being careful to try and aim away from the direct centre of the tree. The blazing energy splashed on the back wall of a twenty meter wide cavern of some kind, lighting enough of the tree ablaze to illuminate the area.
The cavern was very, very tall and very very deep. If Chandre had to guess, it probably went almost all the way up to the top and likewise all the way to the bottom. There was nothing in the centre, just open space, which Chandre found initially very disappointing. She did, however, get a glimmer of hope as she spotted something high above them. It looked as if the tree was being hollowed out, and the core was the densest part, a solid shaft almost a perfect cylinder a little less than a half meter wide pointing straight down, seemingly chewed to a rough point. Chandre was similarly tickled to find the cavern was also home to what she suspected to be the cause of the cavern and holes in the tree. There were little green hollows, each one identical, a simple flat mask with teeth and no eyes, their bodies sporting a dozen or so tiny arms. An individual one of these things seemed to grow no larger than a foot, but what they lacked in size they made up in numbers.
Now, it should be noted that Chandre can commonly be described as an impulsive person, opting to jump in when careful consideration should be the go to. This is a misconception based on her usually chipper and energetic personality. In reality, she tends toward making as much of an assessment as she can before going with a course of action. In this instance, she would love nothing more than to hop up to the dangling tree core, grab what she wanted, snag one of the hollow termites and wander off. In reality, she had no way of knowing how hard these little critters could bite, and just one ill-timed nibble would put her off the track of evolutionary advancement. So instead she commanded her Vetruvian Homme lumberjacks to go in and assess the dangers up there. They were by far weaker than their creator, and Chandre knew that the vulnerability of her Vetruvian Homme’s did not mean she could potentially suffer the same damage, but she always felt a little better being removed from conflict.
The lumberjack styled monsters began climbing up the interior of the cavern, apparently disturbing the little termites that began to swarm after her creations. Chandre began to fire at them, shooting off bala’s and gouts of flame to thin the herd, but the numbers easily overwhelmed her summons. Within seconds, Chandre felt the familiar sensation of the candles on her crown coming back to life as the life left her creations.
Zut. Dur balle c’est. She said, taking a step back from the mouth of the cavern and focusing on her next creation.
Chandre pulled a lump of her waxy body free, tossing it into the cavern as one of the lights on her crown went out. The lump of wax took on a more distinguished form, a pair of bat like wings attacked to a gaunt and starved body with a hollow hole and candle flame alight in its chest. The torso led to a long almost insectoid tail on one end, and bore a head with a skeletal face baring one beady eye. It flapped its massive wing span in the cavern batting the termite like creatures away with its wings, even as it changed to have a steely hide in reaction to their attempted bites. It opened its mouth, launching a volley of small insect like creatures of its own, and each one flying off to explode near one of the termites.
Chandre watched with approval as her creature evolved and adapted perfectly to become the perfect predator to these little hollows. I grew a tough hide for defense, and had an assault of small, low power attacks that reflected the number of its adversary. Chandre briefly pondered the wisdom of making another of her more powerful pieces of art to assist with culling the herd, but thought better of it. They weren’t easy to make in this respect, and the currect piece was doing just fine.
Name: Madame Lisa Type: Supplemental Range: Personal Tier: III Description: Chandre has an interesting anatomy in that it is very fluid and consistently inconsistent in what she appears to be from moment to moment. With concentration and focus she can force specific changes to her body with calculated results. Her shape can be literally anything she can imagine, whatever colour she desires, and she can even change her texture and smell. She could very vividly mimic stone, clothe or plastic with little enough problem as long as she has had a chance to ‘sample’ the material in question. This means that as long as she has had time to analyze a material she can make a perfect mimicry of it, which is an instantaneous change for mundane material. The mimicked material has all of the same properties as the original, but the change is only skin deep most of the time. If she changes into a mailbox for instance, she will outwardly look like a mail box, feel like metal, even have some rust if she wanted points for detail, but a few centimetres below the surface she’s still squishy. She can change parts of her anatomy into a solid inanimate material, but she can no longer move that chunk of herself freely, just whatever limb it’s attached to.
When it comes to copying living items, the case is similar but different. Chandre has a much greater affinity for living material (such as plants and animals) and finds it easier to replicate, often only needing to see something living in order to make a convincing copy. She can't form functional organs, such as gills, or the scent sensitive tongue of a snake, but she can fake it fairly well, and she move her own organs around to better act the part (moving her eyes away from her head eg). As for people she needs a portion of them, be it genetic material or a sample of rietsu/reshi which can come from kido or direct contact with her for her to mimic every detail of the person (not just what is visible). She can mimic a voice as well once she’s heard it, and if she’s studied a person for a day or two, she can fairly accurately mimic their mannerisms.
There are, of course, limitations to this ability. Firstly while her body’s shape changes; she doesn’t get any stronger or faster despite forming hulking arms or narrow body. As well, with the formation of limbs such as claws or a wickedly spiked tail does not come the knowledge on how to use them properly and thus she could become fairly awkward with whatever she tries to form as her weapons. She is limited by the material she has in her body, storing her extra ‘mass’ as energy so she can walk around in a smaller body without crushing everything she steps on. When all of her stored mass is active, she is limited in size to a Menos, being unable to grow any larger. She can also shrink down, but only to the size of a child at her smallest, 4’ tall give or take, and needs at least this much room to house her organs such as they are when changing into inanimate materials. Her hollow hole and mask can’t be changed, and while she can liquefy her entire body including those features, when she reforms the mask and hole must be present somewhere. Lastly, she can’t mimic non-solid things such as non-viscous liquids (water e.g), energy forms (fire e.g) or gases (air e.g) though she can manage thicker liquids like tar or molasses.
Name: Vetruvian Homme Type: Summon Range: Close Tier: I-IV Highest Mastery: Hand to Hand Description: Chandre is an artist and she quite enjoys making lovely works of art, even in the heat of battle, and in this ability, her love of art and the practical need to defend herself are married nicely. She sculpts a form from the wax that makes up her body, creating a body that splits from her like some sort of deranged birth. The body can be whatever colour, shape or size that Chandre can take, generally being fairly unique in appearance since Chandre enjoys making original art each time she uses this power, each one being a ‘piece of art’ that she is proud to display. As with her own shape-shifting power, the form does not denote the function as the behemoth of muscle and spikes she makes could be physically very unimpressive. There is one similarity that all of these creatures share that Chandre (despite her displeasure in using the same look for anything ever at all ever) HAS to carve into them. They all have a hollow hole somewhere on their body, and in that hole burns a single candle wick. This flame is tied to the life of the piece, and snuffing it is the same as killing the piece. The candle flame is a special fire though, and needs special circumstances to be extinguished. Only spiritually charged items can affect the candle flame, so a piece could go swimming in the ocean without worry, but should be careful should a shinigami try and snuff them out with their fingers. The candle flame will eventually go out in 8 posts (Except when summoned as tier I summons, in which case the candle will burn until put out), leaving the piece to freeze like a statue of wax, never to move again. Chandre only has four candles on her crown, and regardless of tier, she can only have four summons active at once. She must follow normal rules for maximum summons at tier III and IV though, limited to three and two respectively.
Summon Abilities (Usable only when Vetruvian Homme is a tier IV summon):
Name: Survie du Plus Apte Class: Spiritual Potency Type: Defensive/Passive Range: Personal Tier: II Description: As their creator endeavours to create the perfect piece of art, so do does the Vetruvian Homme endeavour to become that piece of art. When struck by something that would damage the Vetruvian Homme, it learns and adapts its body to become more resilient to such an attack, sparking noticeable physical changes, such as stony skin in response to being slashed. Subsequent attacks of the same nature are half as effective, even if it isn’t the same attack (two different fire elemental attacks would be affected the same way). The Vetruvian Homme can adapt in this way four times before they can no longer adapt.
Name: Evolution Course aux Armements Class: Hand to Hand Type: Offensive Range: Variable Tier: IV Description: Creatures in the wild adapt to hunt their prey, and so must the Vetruvian Homme adapt. After seeing an attack from their opponent, the Vetruvian Homme will generate an attack of opposing values to counter. This could mean breathing ice at their opponent that just breathed fire, or generating a hardened fist after seeing a projectile used. This attack can change only three times before the Vetruvian Homme is stuck with what they have, but it doesn’t NEED to change after seeing an attack, and can opt to maintain the attack in its current form. There is a cool-down of 1 post after the attack adapts.
Name: Verset Nature Nurture Class: Healing Type: Healing Range: Variable Tier: II Description: No creature lasts forever, and in this the Vetruvian Homme is not an exception. That doesn’t mean it won’t try though. By returning to Chandre and physically merging with her body, the Vetruvian Homme can repair itself. While repairing itself, the Vetruvian Homme will be healed of minor damage in 1 post, larger wounds in 2 posts, or grievous wounds in 3 posts. Chandre herself cannot do much aside from run while her art uses her as a hospital bed, but she can sacrifice the advancements of the Vetruvian Homme’s adaptations to reduce the time required. Washing over the offensive or defensive adaptations reduces the time by 1 post, washing over both reduces the time by 2 posts to a minimum of 1 post.
Her art work had blasted a good and proper hole in the number of these things, such that Chandre felt much better about fetching her prize. She beamed with pride at the efficiency of her creation, such an effective piece of art! She leapt into the cavern, her arms shifting to become a pair of angelic, flaming wings, feathers made from a rainbow of metallic bronze, glistening obsidian, brilliant turquoise and a meriade of other materials. It took her a moment to get her bearings in the air, it had been a while since she had needed to fly in this manner (especially in such a confined place), but soon she righted herself, hovering close to her creation as it busily disposed of the little critters.
With a few pushes from her rainbow tinted wings, she made her way up to the dangling section of tree core, moving to where her creation had cleared away the little termites. She grabbed hold of the chunk of material with her legs, which during the flight had changed to a series of tentacles and claws. She opened her mouth and began ‘cutting’ the chunk of core away by firing small, low power balla at it. She could have fired more powerful shots, but she wanted to limit the damage to the specimen and at the rate she was going she figured she’d be set within a few moments anyway.
Chandre was more or less entirely through the chunk of seemingly petrified wood when she noted something both fascinating and worrisome. The little holes in the wood around them in the cavern began to produce more of the termites. Now this wouldn’t be too much of a concern with her Vetruvian Homme covering her, but the sheer volume of the things was breath taking! It was all her piece of art could do just to keep the things from swarming over her, let alone protect itself or try to clear a hole for them to escape. With a bit of a humpf and a surge of effort, she broke the last threads holding the core in place, dropping into the cavern with her legs/tentacles/claws wrapped around the cylinder of ‘wood’ and unfurling her mosaic like wings.
Saisir deux d’entre eux s’il vous plait. She said to her creation as she flew past, gliding toward the admittedly narrow cavern she had made coming into the tree. Her vetruvian homme responded by grabbing a duet of the termites before flying after its mother. Chandre charged and fired a cero quickly, blowing the hallway she had crafted to pieces and expanding the passage in the same stroke, allowing her, the Vetruvian Homme and their respective cargo to fly out into the open Menos forest.
C’etait amusant. She said with a bit of a huff, gliding along as she opened up a Garganta for her and her creation to go through and head back to her gallery. Je suis bûcheron, et je suis OK… She started humming as she flew.
Chandre and her wax work creation flew gracefully and lazily through the dark void separating Hueco Mundo and the mortal realm where she made her lab presently. She was happy to see the light at the end of the tunnel, eager to return home and get started with her new specimens. She touched down in the lab she had fashioned below a university library in the relatively abandoned underground tunnels. Her legs and assorted lower half unravelled from the tree core she had just liberated from the Menos Forest, becoming generally land dwelling feet and legs once more as she picked up the piece of wood. Her plaid attire and lumberjack façade melted away to her more usual and customary red evening gown (what she considered her work clothes). Her Vetruvian Homme also touched down, though it did so somewhat more clumsily than its master. She had designed the thing for a purely aerial existence, and maneuvering the ground wasn’t within its’ evolutionary purview. She quickly retrieved the two termite samples the creature had grabbed before dismissing the thing, its’ candle flame going out and it standing starkly as a wax statue where it landed.
Je vais vus regarder deux plus tard. she said, putting the little critters into a set of empty glass containers Chandre was planning on reserving for some fresh brains. She picked up her intended price and set it on her work bench, humming lightly as she set to work, seeing what exactly this thing was made of.
Word Count: 251
Thread Word Count: 2611
Materials Collected: Menos Forest Tree Core, 2 x Identical Hollow ‘termites’
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