Commoner vs. Royalty [NDE, PG-13]

[Jem Carstairs]

Thread Title: Commoner vs. Royalty [NDE, PG-13]
Participants: James Carstairs, Takara Takeda
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: PG-13
Location: UE Basement in one of their Dojo, , Tumbling or wrestling mats cover the floor. The walls are lined with bulletproof Kevlar and more padding. With no actual weapons in this room, it was rather bare but deemed the ‘padded room’ for good reason. At a decent one hundred yards length by fifty yards width and a height of fifteen feet, it was great for practice.
Special Conditions: None
Circumstances: Kazura has made an arrangement for Jem and Takara to meet and do battle.

[Jem Carstairs]

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In the mountains on the outside of
Karakura town, there were interspersed forested that provided home for the wild life. Squirrels scampered through the underbrush digging up nuts that had been buried previously. Many deer were scrapping their antlers against bark marking their territory and sharpening their horns. It was a beautiful morning, birds were singing and the sun was beginning to ascend into the sky. There really was nothing that could go wrong, except the occasional explosion rocking the area.

Panning over to the source of the explosions one would find two teenagers locked in combat. They were similar in build but different in features. One was slightly older, with cropped brown hair and golden eyes. He was lean and muscular with clear definition to his muscular arms and legs. He was currently in a crouched back stance smiling before shooting forward, his target was a boy a little younger than him. This boy was thinner, and while still looked muscular lacked the honed definition of the first teenager. He had long white hair tied up in a ponytail, with whitish grey eyes. Those eyes were narrowed in concentration.

The first boy, whose name was Suzaku shooting an open palm thrust at the second boy, Jem’s chest. Jem sidestepped to Suzaku’s inside and brought his right leg up to snap a kick at his side. Suzaku seemed to expect this and his other met the kick and redirected its flow. Jem seemed to fall off balance and during this moment Suzaku was able to recover his own balance and continue the assault. Left jab, right hook, spinning back kick, followed by an attempt to clinch Jem in a headlock. His eyes were bright and his smile pronounced, Suzaku was in his element.

Jem ducked the jab and quickly sidestepped the hook. However his side step put him in a poor position to deal with spinning back kick due to his footing in that moment, he brought his arms up to defend himself and was sent flying arms flailing about himself. He skipped and landed before rolling to a stop, Suzaku could hear the grunt of pain and the labored breathing before Jem’s body began to struggle up. He was covered in dirt, and his hair was sticking to his face due to the sweat coating his brow. He took his back stance and continued heaving his breaths.

Suzaku fell into his own back stance, “You need to activate it, and this is ridiculous that I’m wiping the floor with you. You’re not this weak and we both know it.” Jem didn’t respond, he merely ran forward using his underside of his left hand to perform a basic side chop to Suzaku’s neck. Suzaku merely caught his blow and using his momentum threw him. It was a scary amount of strength put into the throw as Jem got a bit of height before he was able to right himself. He began to skid on the air ground before he shot back towards the ground. His skin was beginning to blister around his face, and neck.

He struck and the force was more than what it was before, but it still wasn’t enough to budge the older mod soul. Suzaku sighed for a moment before opening them and his eyes were shining like molten gold. “Impact Beta: Adamant.” Holding onto Jem’s other fist, preventing his escape Suzaku swung for the fences. As his fist descended on Jem, the inside of his hand began to scream out in pain, Hissing and releasing Jem’s hand and Jem in that moment used his step to avoid the punch appearing a few yards away. Golden light arched off of Suzaku’s fist and dissipated.

His right hand’s skin coating the inside of his fingers and palm were gone and blood was dripping profusely from the tendons and muscle below. Suzaku looked at his hand and then at Jem, whose hands were currently coated in swirling ethereal flames. “Now that’s more like it.” He dashed forward and began to use his legs in sweeping kicks before jumping and bringing down his heel in an axe drop kick, catching himself on his good hand and using an upside down spinning back kick again. Jem flipped up and jumped back over the sweeping kicks and side stepped the axe drop kick. Sukazu never got the chance to finish his backwards spinning leg kick.

Jem chose at that moment to fly forward delivering four fast strikes, blurring with the total speed and ferocity that struck out on Suzaku’s chest and left bicep. Blood sprayed, with it mixing with the flaring reiastu of both combatants, Suzaku’s golden flaring energy with flurries of glowing shards of ice mixing and competing with Jem’s white fire. Blows were exchanged, and when they separated Jem was crouched breathing hard, his hands still covered in the hazy ethereal flames. Bruises covered his hands and arms, and his white martial art robes were covered in dirt and torn.

Suzaku fared worse than the first mod soul. There were numerous holes of skin missing from his body, and his robes were in taters and covered in blood. He was breathing heavy and for once his smile was not in place, instead he was scrunching his face up in intense concentration. Jem’s concentration wavered as a look of concern passed over his face. Suzaku sped forward in a blur, jumping into the air blood spraying everywhere; he brought himself down in a power punch. As he impacted, his voice was clearly heard by Jem, “Impact of Obsidian Shards.” The ground turned black and exploded in a shower of glass that was careening towards Jem.

Jem’s face was one of fear and he punched his fists together. His ethereal flames began racing up his entire body, and followed by doubling their intensity. The shards shot towards Jem before passing through his ethereal flames and seemingly began to be vaporized, no vaporized was the wrong word. They just ceased to exist, but it wasn’t enough to destroy them fast enough. Blunted shards of black glass impacted Jem’s body, and set him tumbling. As he tumbled and tried to right himself he noticed the destruction his tumble had caused. This also caused him to realize the damage they had wrought. Suzaku straightened up and took further stock of him.

A few moments later he fell backwards, “Suzaku!” Jem ran forward, banishing his shroud and deactivating Cog and Gate. He pulled the older mod soul into a sitting position, again with that smile! Suzaku looked up at Jem. “Not bad Jem, You’re getting stronger. Soon you’re going to be really strong, I can just feel it.” Jem was a little peeved, Suzaku needed to take care of himself more as this recklessness was going to get him killed. “Come on Suzaku, we need to get to the springs.” Hefting the other mod soul’s arm around his shoulder, the two mod souls ambled off into the forest.

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A few hours later, Jem and Suzaku sat in a large hot spring. Various herbs had been placed in water and its healing properties were amazing. Jem sat low in the water, his hair a dark white curtain floating around. Suzaku was resting at the edge with one arm on the ring of the pool, the other with the damage, was healing under the water. Jem was watching Suzaku with concern; His face rose higher out of the water and allowed him to him to speak to the other mod soul. “Are you sure you’re alright Suzaku?” Suzaku looked over at Jem, “Eh? Sorry I was dozing off, I’m fine Jem.” He stretched out, his eyes closing and causing ripples in the spring. “This remedy is great; Zachariah is the best at healing and that kind of stuff.” Suzaku opened one golden eye at Jem, “So where do you sneak off to all the time, hmm?” Jem’s eyes went wide and he sputtered. Suzaku laughed for a moment before looking at him with a smirk.

“You thought no one noticed? Cloe thinks you’re out causing trouble, Qualopec wanted to tail you to see if you were fraternizing with the Shinigami. Zachariah told them both to give you your space; he said you were probably just dealing with something on your own. So, what is it? Do you have a girlfriend?” Jem went from sputtering to beat red, hiding most of his face under the steamy water to hide his embarrassment. It wasn’t like that at all, but he couldn’t tell Suzaku, he couldn’t tell anyone. He jumped almost a foot out of the water when he realized while he was mulling over what he would say, Suzaku had made his way over to Jem and was a few feet away. He was looking at Jem with concern in his eyes, which was unusual for the usually cheery mod soul.

“You’re not in any trouble are you?” He said, “Because you know even if Cloe hates everything, even she’d help you” There was a quirk of a smile at the mention of the assassin mod soul. Suzaku and Jem both had theories on her, the one they agreed on was that underneath all of that hard exterior and semi interior she was a big softie. Jem shot up, “It’s not like that!” Realizing his outburst he sunk back into the water and quietly continued. “I’m just trying to help the world in my own way as well as with the Brotherhood.” Suzaku got excited, “That sounds awesome, how do you do it?” Jem fidgeted at the question. “I can’t say.” The brown haired mod soul looked at Jem in confusion, “Why not?” It wasn’t like Jem to hide things.

“Well, it’s just that I want to see if what I’m doing works before I go bringing it to everyone.” Jem looked at Suzaku to see if he understood. It seemed that the older mod soul had a puzzled expression, “Hmm…” He turned his thoughtful eyes to Jem once more. “Well don’t get into too much trouble, if you’re not telling us, then we can’t help you if you need it. But I supposed that we all have our personal interests.” Suzaku then flopped back into the water and sighed, “It feels so good…” Jem sat in the water for around an hour more before he got out and showered, his bruises were gone and his aches had stopped. He was just stretching out his arms when Suzaku came in

Jem’s eyes widened, dark pink patches of skin that was perfect impressions of his hands dotted Suzaku’s chest and arms. Jem immediately looked half stricken and half depressed. Suzaku took one look at him and sighed. “Jem, I’m fine. Seriously, this is ridiculous.” He put his robes on, looking frustrated all the way. When he had finished and Jem had finished they closed up the bath and started to run back to the city limits of Karakura town. Jem was pondering what Suzaku was saying, perhaps some collateral damage was always expected but it was being able to judge when it was necessary for him to still release his power.

When he was within the limits he checked his Uzaki Communicator there was a new message from Kazura. ‘There is someone I would like you to meet, come to the UE Building at 8 p.m. Wait for her Majesty in the Dojo I set up for your powers. Do not be late, and bring your combat attire.’ Jem stared in confusion, her Majesty? Was he meeting Royalty? At a Dojo, was he going to fight her? His reiastu had been replenished and he wasn’t sore from before, he still had some section of skin that were pink from the shroud eating at them, but they weren’t a bother. He would need to go in a head of time and prepare, and so they raced back and Jem upon arriving home changed into another martial artist robe set. He ate a quick dinner of chicken nuggets, with barbeque sauce and a big glass of orange juice.

After he scarfed that down, he decided to head up to his room knocking three times on the doorframe leaving the kitchen he walked up to his room, picking up his bedroom and readying himself. He knocked three times upon the door frame as he left the room, walking back into the kitchen He washed the dishes, rinsing them off still thinking further on what Suzaku had said. As he was drying the plates he heard a scratching at his back door. Knowing who it was, he pulled out a bowl and opening up the fridge pulled out the half gallon of milk. Filling up the bowl and putting the milk back in the fridge, he walked to the back door and put the bowl down on the step.

Not long after a Tortie cat darted out from the bush to drink the milk. “Hello Caramel.” Jem smiled and walked back inside. Finishing the dishes and knocking on the kitchen doorframe once more when he departed Jem made his way through the city to the Uzaki Enterprises building. Upon entering, he immediately took the stairs to the sub level using the card Kazura had given him. He upon reaching the room of the Dojo knocked three times. It was empty as he was still a half hour early, stepping inside he turned on the lights. Industrial lights kicked on revealing a dojo. It was impressive to say the least; he walked over and began checking the attachments on the floor.

His power made permanent additions hard to maintain, however removable things such as the Tumbling or wrestling mats provided enough give to help impact to them, but if he destroyed them which he did often he could replace the destroyed sections. The walls were lined with bulletproof Kevlar and more padding. With no actual weapons in this room, it was rather bare but deemed the ‘padded room’ for good reason. At a decent one hundred yards length by fifty yards width and a height of fifteen feet, it was great for practice.

While waiting, Jem decided to meditate, sitting in a standard meditative pose he began to control his breathing. He was trying to think about what to say to this Royal person. All Kazura had decided to tell him was that he needed to be here and ready for a fight. He knew Jem didn’t enjoy needless combat, if this was a meeting that could be done in a more passive manner, Jem was all for it. However, if this was a training opportunity, he’d have to go all out. So with his eyes closed focusing on controlling his thoughts and emotions he waited.

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Strength - [100] (70) Points

Speed - [300] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [250] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [200] (300) Points

Light Aura - [80] Points

Dark Aura - [20] Points

Instinct - [100] Points

Senses - [100] Points

Energy sensory - [50] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [1100] Points

That's all for the template. There are a LOT of stats, but don't get choosy and just give some to all. The result could be quite negative.



Abilities



[Martial Art: Shaolin Kung Fu] [2]

[Mental Ability: Analysis] [2]

[Mental Ability Battle Analysis] [2]

[Mental Ability: Pain Tolerance] [2]

[Spiritual Ability: Strength of Will] [2]

[Weapon Style: Gunchaku] [1]

[Social Skill: Charisma/Leadership] [2]

[Takara Takeda]

Takara moved throughout the streets of Karakura like she had over the last three weeks. It had already been nearly a month since she had awakened from the prison known as time. In that time there had been a fair amount of things that had happened to her. Right now she was in one of the areas where one of those things had happened. She had been on this same street around dusk when a rogue Shinigami had found her and attempted to capture her. Thankfully she had gotten away from him by manipulating another Shinigami to fight for her.

That Shinigami who had been a rather pain in the backside due to the fact that when he found her he chased after her stating that he wanted to run experiments on her. Takara of course wasn't going to let that happen however at the time she hadn't been able to call on her ability to defend herself. So the only thing hat she had been able to do at the time to survive was run from him. She hadn't been able to lose him though and yet still something very odd had happened that just seemed to be a slap in Soul Society's face and Shinigami all together.

A random young boy Shinigami that just so happened to be blind had been in a near by park that Takara had ran to in order to avoid the Shinigami that was chasing after her. That Shinigami boy happened to be enough to hold off the other Shinigami on the whim on a frightened dog. Well that was what Takara had pretended to be since the boy hadn't been able to see her strange appearance all he had been able to figure out was that there was some sort of dog being chased by a Shinigami who was openly stating he wanted to run experiments on it.

From that point on a battle between the two had ensued and Takara had stayed back observing the fighting styles of them both in case she had to run into them in the future and happened to fight them herself. The young Shinigami boy had a different reiatsu about him that Takara only felt was dark and somewhat evil yet he couldn't control and the strength of it never flexed even during the usage of his techniques. That boy though fought with flexibility and his zanpakuto along with what Takara assumed to be the martial arts focusing on his legs more so then his arms.

The Shinigami that had chased after her though had incredible talent in the art of kido and was able to cast spells that Takara realized she would be powerless to stop at that point. After seeing a few of the spells that the Shinigami could cast Takara ran from the scene making sure that even if the boy Shinigami who was fighting well failed she wouldn't be captured by the other one. So thankfully she got away from there and managed to gather a bit of information that she believed could help her in the future.

After that Takara had been out in the town again during the night just like she was tonight only that night she had found something very interesting along with information that she was both saddened and thankfully to acquire. Takara had ran into a half Mod Soul boy by the name of Jak. The boy had spoken with her and Takara had learned that the boy was half Akki. That gave Takara the idea that perhaps the demonic race could reproduce with any other race in existence since her race was highly unique and there was nothing else like them however it seemed that they had been able to create an offspring.

After speaking with the boy for some time Takara learned that her people weren't completely extinct yet the numbers weren't all that high and actually finding another Mod Soul was very rare. All of that meant that Takara had to gather up her people fast and awaken her ability to call on the Omega Arsenal. So after all of that Takara also was able to find out that the poor boy not only grew up without his father, but that the Shinigami had been able to kill his mother who happened to be the parental Mod Soul.

They had killed his mother and due to that Jak had a hate for them that more then likely rivaled Takara's own hate towards the race that created them only to cast them aside and kill them. The final thing that Takara found out that night from Jak was the ability that he was able to utilize that he stated he inherited from his mother. Takara saw that Jak was able to channel his reiatsu into orange-red orbs of reiatsu that could explode yet somewhat splash over the impact area and burn everything. It was without an ability that could serve her plans well enough in the future that meeting up with Jak again was a definite.

After that Takara had been going around Karakura during the day pretending to be some new type of doll that could move by a controller. Thankfully none of the human even questioned the idea when they saw a strange looking wolf doll walking on the street. One of them even pointed her out and stated openly that the strange scythe like appendage on the side of her head was an antenna for the controller that was actually controlling her movements. It wasn't long until Takara happened to sense the reiatsu of another Shinigami and attempted to make her way from the area in order to evade conflict due to her inability to still call on the Arsenal.

It hadn't worked and the Shinigami had been able to follow her. Thankfully when Takara confronted the Shinigami it turned out to be a very new Shinigami girl that had yet to gather experience. A battle ensued between the two of them to which Takara had to actually fight up close and physically which she wasn't good at. Although thanks to her intelligence she had been able to land a blow on the girl that caused her a decent amount of pain to the point that the girl had vomited. After that though Takara herself had been hit and she too felt pain.

The battle hadn't lasted long and eventually it ended when a Senkaimon gate appeared behind the Shinigami and it was easy to tell that there was a Shinigami on the other side of the gate flexing their reiatsu as a sign to have the Shinigami girl fall back to Soul Society. She had obeyed the order and left Takara going back to Soul Society. As she was leaving though the girl had made sure to tell Takara that neither of them had won the encounter yet next time she was going to beat her. Takara had made her first move against Soul Society by stating to the girl to tell the Captain Commander that she was still alive.

So that had been the first few encounters that Takara had experienced since she had awakened from her slumber. Neither of which Takara had enjoyed due to her connection to the Omega Arsenal at both times still being lost. That fact had changed about two days after the encounter with the Shinigami girl though. Takara had been focusing in a park during the middle of night when no one would have paid attention to what seemed to be a forgotten doll. It was during that night Takara had been able to call upon the Arsenal of time.

It was that same night however that Takara had met up with a half breed Mod Soul by the name of Jak. Takara had spoken with him for about half an hour going over who he was and a bit of his background. She had found out that he was part Akki and been shown a brief display of his Mod Soul ability. She had learned that his mother had been the Mod Soul and she had been killed by Shinigami. Takara had felt sorry for Jak and wished that she could have prevented his pain yet at the same time knew that she could utilize his hate towards the Shinigami to further her cause against Soul Society.

The two of them hadn't spoke very long and after Jak had displayed his ability to Takara they both parted ways for the time being. The following morning Takara had made her way to the same park that she had frequently been going too. It was the same park that she had watched the two Shinigami fight in when one was defending her and the other trying to capture her for what he called testing. When she had actually gotten to the park she was hoping that the scientific Shinigami would show himself so she could destroy him herself. Instead there had been a different Shinigami.

The new Shinigami had been very tall with white hair that he fashioned backwards. Takara had warned him and told him to leave yet a battle ensued anyway and for the majority of the battle Takara had been in control. The Shinigami had been a practitioner of Hakudo and Hoho more then anything else and by analyzing that fact and anticipating his maneuvers Takara had made the battle little less then a one sided show in her favor. It had been little more then a testing situation for her ability to call on the Arsenal and it had been a success.

It was only after the Shinigami must have realized that he wouldn't have been able to get in close and finish off Takara that he utilized Shunpo to leave the area. Takara hadn't felt like the battle was over though due to the personality of the Shinigami and kept up the façade that she was naïve and believed the battle had finished. She started to walk out of the park and when she nearly reached the exit she had been proven correct. The Shinigami had been suppressing his reiatsu making it impossible for Takara to sense his location, but while she was reaching the exit he utilized shunpo.

That had revealed the spike in his reiatsu and since that had been the only technique he had displayed throughout the entire battle Takara assumed what she had sensed was the same. Not knowing exactly where the Shinigami was coming from Takara countered on all sides manifesting four broadswords around her body and spun them around her like a pin wheel. Somehow the Shinigami had been able to caught the wolf doll body Takara had been inhabiting on fire, while her swords had decapitated the Shinigami.

After that battle Takara had been busy thinking for the next day while keeping out of sight. It wasn't until darkness had shrouded over Karakura Town that she walked the open streets. That night though had brought about a very strange new comer to Karakura. Takara had been walking and then saw a sight very strange. A beast from Soul Society was attacking a hollow. Takara had warned the beast telling it to leave Karakura. A battle had ensued between the both of them which had been short lived. Takara had dealt the beast a few various blows and the beast had ran from the conflict.

After that Takara had left Karakura Town for a bit. She had traveled throughout Japan for a few weeks. Ultimately while she had been searching for survivors of her race she had sensed a fair amount of spiritual activity over by a harbor. Takara had decided to investigate what she had been sensing and upon getting closer had realized that a group of Fullbringers and a Mod Soul had been being attacked by a hollow. When she actually got there all of the humans and the Mod Soul had been killed. What she discovered though was haunting. It hadn't been a hollow, but instead a strange looking human with reiatsu that felt more like a hollow then anything else.

Takara had been enraged by the fact that one of her people had been killed after searching for so long only to have one of the few stripped away just outside her grasp. Takara had come to the conclusion that she had to avenge the fallen Mod Soul by killing the strange hollowish human. The battle ensued between the both of them and for the most part the boy had been on the defensive constantly evading the weapons that Takara manifested from the Arsenal. When he did attack her she saw that he was a practitioner of knives and deflected the weapon.

The battle continued as the boy ran and hid around the large cargo crates from Takara. He had though laid a trap for Takara that she had been foolish in overlooking. She still wasn't accustomed to battling races other then Shinigami and while she had data programmed into her mind on nearly every race she hadn't checked through the files on humans prior to the battle. This had led to the horn on the doll's body being cut off by the boy utilizing his Soul ability to call on the knife. Takara had evaded defeat and then dealt him a bloody blow.

That hadn't been enough though to keep him from running away after that brief last skirmish. The boy must has realized it was more practical to run and fight another day then stay and try to get lucky again. Takara had tried to finish him off yet the boy had continuously utilized a step technique by the name of Movement to get away from her. After that Takara had made her way to the fallen Mod Soul and taken his broken pill with her. Takara knew shame and hardship more then many others and due to the death of this one Mod Soul had started to place further blame on herself.

It had been after that night that Takara had arrived in Tokyo. Once there Takara went about trying to find clothing for the Gigai that she was now inhabiting. She loved the beauty of her gigai feeling that it was an accurate representation of her inner beauty. The only problem was that Takara had no clothing for the body and as such had hidden until the night had claimed the sky once again. That hadn't kept people from roaming the streets however and Takara had allowed herself to be found by an older man.

The man had seen her beauty and thanks to Takara's talent as an actress she had been able to deceive the older man into taking her back to his apartment. She had told the man that she had been attacked by a gang and they had violated her physically and taken everything in her possession only to leave her in the ally where she had been when he saw her. The man had felt pity for Takara and given her some clothing from his daughter. The clothing wasn't anything special and nothing that Takara really liked, but she had taken what she could get and thanked the man for his kindness.

Throughout the following week Takara had gone through Tokyo. Putting on convincing stories of how she was a naïve college girl traveling throughout Japan. This had kept her in the eyes of many young man who kept bringing her back to their apartments where Takara would knock them unconscious. After that she rummaged throughout their rooms and took what she felt was valuable. Towards the end of the week Takara had been picked up by a human girl and went through the same motions that she did with the males.

The only difference was that Takara found many things that she loved in appearance in the girl's apartment. There had been a beautiful yet somewhat revealing seductive purple dress that Takara took and immediately dressed herself in. She then went through the girl's jewelry taking many rings and a pair of ear rings most with black or purple stones in them. Other then that Takara had taken a pair of high heels and then slept in the bed of the girl while she lay passed out on the floor. Takara had awaken the following morning and left the apartment to make her way for a café.

When she got to the café she had thought over ways that she might be able to find other Mod Souls in a faster manner then traveling on foot in hopes of finding them. That was when she had felt another reiatsu signature in the café and upon looking around saw a face that she had seen throughout Japan. She had seen his face on buses, park benches, bill boards and posters all over the country. Kazura had extended an invitation over to his own table and Takara walked over feeling that there was no reason not too.

The two of them had then spoke to one another going through a few basic things about one another. Eventually the two of them had settled with working with one another. Takara had agreed to work as an employee in his company so long as she could use his resources to find other Mod Souls around the world. The two of them had agreed and Takara had filled out the application for the employment which was accepted immediately. The two of them then left the café after finishing their cups of tea.

It was a few days later when they got back to Karakura town and Takara had been shown the large skyscraper of a building. After seeing the building Takara was brought to an apartment that Kazura had told her was now for her use. Takara had thanked him and after resting throughout the night had gone to the main building again. It was a few hours later that Kazura had called her from the new phone he had given her and told her to meet him in a special room below the ground levels. When she got there Kazura told her that she had to be put through some evaluation like all new hires just so Kazura would know her strengths.

Takara had participated in the testing and from what she gathered scored very high due to the fact that everything Kazura threw at her was dealt with almost perfectly. He had tried attacking with multiple directions on his side which had proven ineffective. He had attempted using stealth and sudden strikes through the use of a step technique which had been dealt with as well. He had then utilized his gravitational pressure in hopes that he would be able to keep Takara from evaluating his next attack appropriately. That had been the one that Takara had dealt with and saved herself yet at the cost of dislocating her own arm.

That brought everything to the current time, today. Takara had awoken a few hours ago and after eating a bit and helping herself to a few cups of coffee she had received a text message from Kazura. It seemed that he had another Mod Soul in his employment and had arranged for the both of them to do battle. They were to meet in a room below ground level like the last one. Takara had received information on the room and came to the conclusion that battle might ensued in Kazura's opinion. The room based on his description was more to make sure everything didn't get ruined by her ability then anything else.

So now making her way down to the level with the padded room. Takara exited the elevator walking slowly throughout the hallway the sound of her heels clicking on the floor was noticeable to say the least. Stealth wasn't something that fit Takara she was a face that she knew would be a symbol of power and protection there was no time to cling to shadows for such a person. Getting tot he doorway it slides open and Takara steps inside. There sitting on the floor is a boy with long white hair in a meditative stance. Takara could sense his reiatsu and knew he was a Mod Soul. She smiles softly at him as she walks into the room further stopping with ten feet between them. "It's a pleasure to meet you James, my name is Takara."

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Strength: 50 (38)
Speed: 100 (75)
Spiritual Pressure: 190
Reiatsu Strength: 50
Light Aura: 50
Dark Aura: 50
Instincts: 200 (300)
Senses: 100 (150)
Energy Sensory: 150 (225)
Healing Expertise: 0

Acting: 1
Focused Eye: 2
Battle Focus: 2
War Strategy: 2
Anti-Stealth: 2
Battle Analysis: 2
Charisma/Leadership: 2
Mathematical Implication: 2

[Jem Carstairs]

In the midst of his meditation James sought solace within his inner mind. His mental sanctuary was a glade. A glade of immense natural beauty, with a small crystal clear pond and a flower bed surrounding the pond, James felt at peace here. He could feel the sun on his forehead and eyelids. Causing his vision to be a bright pink as the skin was brightened by the rays. He breathed in, focusing on filling himself up with as much clean air as he could letting it wash through him, his troubles could not hold back the oncoming air.

A few moments of holding the breath, he exhaled feeling his shoulders fall and the tension falling out of his shoulders. His lunges burned a little at the extra oxygen intake, and he felt himself dropping into a sense of peace and serenity. The sounds of the birds chirping caused him to tilt his head listening to them. There were by the sounds of it robins and blue birds, cardinals, and possibly finches. The sounds of the birds put him as ease, and through that ease he let his senses wander. Listening to the wonders of the mental plane his subconscious created.

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{Bleach Music!}

His ears traveled over the consistent buzz of the locust and cicada, to the birds he had heard earlier to the small ribbitting of a toad somewhere near the pond. The water of the pond leads into a small stream bed. The noise of the water running over the small stones reminded him of a river bank and a small pill listening through the pulses of reiastu the water than ran over the stones he called home for so many years. Attentively, he reached back into his memories searching for those times, times that were dark, and full of terror. He reached back and shifted through the memories, reaching back for that day.

He could remember it, the smoke and the fire. The screaming of the people and the wanton destruction that spread through the city due to the monsters ripping it apart. He could remember the purple fire, the bodies flailing helplessly as they were burned alive. Too tired and too exhausted to scream as they were slowly burned to death. He could remember the shouts of the other mod souls, the cry of one of the half demon fallen. “These are pathetic!” It had shouted to the others. Now that he was more conscious and able to sift through his own memories he was able to depict what they had fought that day.

A half demon with Bount heritage, one with a Mod soul Heritage, and One with Quincy Heritage escaped the fires of his “father.” A man that had known him for very little and still thought of him as something precious to protect, that was who William was to him. Zachariah took him as a ward and raised him up, teaching him to read and write. Teaching him everything he would need to do to function in the human world and explained what about the spiritual world he would need to survive. He could hear her laugh in the nightmares that plagued his early years of finding sleep. And in its stead a new voice surfaced. A voice that was one of more malice and hatred, one that was a darker version of his own

Jem within his mental plane opened his eyes and upon turning his head to the left he saw nothing, there was only the trees and the ferns. The sun was shining, the leaves were rustling in the breeze and the ferns danced hypnotically. Turning his head to the right, he noticed a thicket of bushes that lead deeper into the forest and into the glade. James had never gone further from the glade then the ring around his clearing, he had no desire too. However, upon looking across the pond and into the other side of the clearing, he noticed a dark shadow spreading through the meadow. Upon sight of that he also realized something else, the birds had stopped singing. The shadow wasn’t physical, in a sense it wasn’t solid.

It seemed as if there was indeed a presence there in the glade. One that was watching him meditates in the glade, Jem felt uneasy his breath hitching in his throat. He began to breathe very shallow breaths, panicking as if this something was going to hurt him and he could run nowhere to hide. He sucked in a deep breath and closed his eyes, holding the breath in to steady himself. He released it and did it again, more slowly this time. He was trying to let the tension drain from his limbs and into the soil below himself. As he began to collect himself he re-opened his eyes. The shadow was still there, seeming more solid than before.

Though he didn’t outright panic this time, Jem still seemed apprehensive of the shadow itself. How could something get into his mind? Was he under attack from a spiritual entity? No, that couldn’t be right. Was it actually just that blood thirsty portion of himself, the portion infected by the demon, craving for destruction of all things? He did not have to wait long, it revealed itself as being true after only a moment. "Foolishness." Jem's eyes narrowed and he looked towards the shadow, trying to find some distinguishable features. “You will not find any, As long as your strength of will is strong I will find no form in your realm.”

There was a small sigh of relief ready to escape from Jem’s lips, however a laugh began softly bubble up into the meadow. It began to rise, higher and higher into maniacally insane laughter. Jem began to shake uncontrollably, fear creeping into his mind and the clouds in the sky beginning to darken in a stormy gray. “Yes… Yes! That’s it you little worthless excuse for a warrior. You think I would merely let you have your power? You’re more foolish than I thought.” Jem began to concentrate, murmuring to himself. “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us… Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us…”

“Not even going to face the fact that you are evil? That you are just me, and I am you. The weaker you are, the stronger I become and I’ll use your powers how I see fit. You are nothing but a spineless coward.” Thunder rumbled and James focused again on the dark shadow, eyes widening to realize that it was beginning to gain a definitive form. Fear, fear was his enemy. His own weakness. He could not allow that to control him, otherwise he’d be nothing more than a mindless demon, a Mod soul tainted with the evil of the fallen. He’d let his brothers of the veil, Kazura and his organization, and Zachariah.

"…no, no, no, no, no, NO! You do not control me! You may be a part of me, but I choose to reject you. You are not in control here! I am, and I will refute you in every way I can!” The shadow seemed to find even more humor in this before starting to fade, its voice fading as well. “Oh you innocent little fool, you know the old saying. That which you try to keep down will only rear its ugly head only when you want it least.” The darkness faded away leaving very little in the meadow in terms of the tranquility from before. There were no birds chirping anymore, and the water the only sound he could hear. It was no longer serene, he took a deep breath and began to pull himself from his own subconscious.

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{Not So Bleach Music!}

Jem opened his eyes sensing the mod soul beginning to walk in, he began to quickly calm himself again. Forcing his breathing to cause his tension to leak from his body, he was able to cause his shoulders to no longer be held with tension but with relief. He opened his eyes taking in the form of the person he saw before him. The first thing he noticed was her hair, all mod souls resided in Gigai, it was true and her gigai was beautiful. She had long black hair, hair that it seemed went all the way down to her lower back. It was thick and shiny as if she took much care of it, showing love of her appearance.

The next thing that noticed was that her eyes were a bright color of violet giving her face a striking feature, her eye lashes were thick and framed well for her face drawing him back to her eyes. Her eyebrows were well manicured as well. Her face was very alluring and very womanly, giving the perception of enhancing her beauty. Jem took this to be something of note. She didn’t look as if she had ever been hurt. No scars adorned her face, chin or neck giving her the regal appearance that he would assume came with royalty.

The next thing he noticed was what she was dressed in, a form fitting purple dress. The dress seemed like something someone would wear to a fashion show, to a movie premier, or some other high society affair. Topped off with high heels that complimented the dress, the shoes put her height even higher than Jem’s own. She had a number of rings on her hands. And he noted that her fingernails were manicured and polished with purple acrylics. She looked as if she had just come from something, a party, a social event, that Jem in a million years would actually go to.

He also, despite trying not to, did notice her assets put out for display of the world. He noticed the dress was fitted to accentuate her breasts and her bottom, but it looked as if no support was given to actually keep them from throwing her off balance should she need to suddenly move. Jem also noted her hands, they were bare of calluses showing that she hardly knew of labor. All in all, she was nobility incarnate. So why was she fighting?

From everything Jem could deduce in the amount of time it took her to open the door and walk over to him, he had been able to see that she did not fight very often or at all and if she did she did it in an indirect manor. It would be a very bad idea to fight against Jem’s power if she didn’t have any form of direct defense, and at that moment flashes of pink patches of skin on Suzaku popped into his mind. He couldn’t afford to be apprehensive, He also couldn’t afford to look weak in front of another of his own kind.

Grey eyes with flecks of white skimmed over her once more as she stopped walking. Her voice was as rich and noble as the rest of her, which only added to Jem’s suspicion and concern. “It’s a pleasure to meet you James, my name is Takara.” Jem rose with as much diginity as he thought was possible in the presence of royalty. As he rose to his full height, he still fell short by about four inches. His eyes fell to the floor at her feet and he bowed deeply with a left arm over his waist. “It is a pleasure to meet you as well your majesty.” As soon as he said that his mind started to question whether his introduction was appropriate.

He began to back pedal, “I...I mean Takara, as you’ve given me the grace to address you with your first name. I of course will do so, hopefully I mean no disrespect.” His face showed his apologetic nature to her. “My apologies, Takara.” He glanced behind her as the door closed reminding him of why he was here. They were there to fight, to test the limitations of themselves against each other. Jem bowed once more before turning and taking three long strides back putting them at twenty feet away from one another. He then turned sinking into a low stance.

His stance was good, his legs spread apart his feet planted but not so that he would be unable to react quickly. His right side was extended towards Takara, no, towards his opponent. His arm extended with a palm facing the other mod soul, His left arm extending back behind him curving at the elbow upward into a fist. His hair was still in his pony tail on his left side, not inhibiting him in any way. His eyes raked over the other mod soul, watching for any tells as to her ability or to her physical capabilities.

On the mats, her shoes would be difficult to walk and gain balance or traction on. He wanted to know if she would continue to wear them, giving more credence to his theory that she had an indirect combat ability. Perhaps summoning, or a ranged attack of some form, he would find out in only a few moments. In combat though, a few moments could mean the difference between life and death. As he waited, he began to steady his breathing, his encounter with the demon within had unsettled him. It was the parting speech that wearied him most.

He hoped that it would not be of detriment here, his personality had become a sort of split. It had seemed that as soon as he had obtained the gigai he was now residing in, the possession that would frequently overtake him in his plushie form now manifested as a split personality at best. At its worst, it was its own entity seeking to consume his individuality and use his body for its own purposes. If he could not master it, and by extension master himself, he was doomed to destruction by his own compatriots but only time would be able to tell.

He continued to watch the mod soul waiting, if she was noble. It would make it self-apparent, as in his mind nobility were not the patient type. They did not enjoy waiting, after a while they would become restless, impatient, and rush into what they sought and made mistakes. There was so much that he could learn in the next few moments, but this was it. Their fight had officially begun.

[Takara Takeda]

The first steps of an entity are such an enormous thing for those that witness it while the actual memory of such a thing is never within the grasp of those that take the steps. That statement held true for thousands, millions, billions of years for every entity that was ever born throughout every dimension in existence. Until the Mod Souls were created and brought into existence as the supreme race. There was in truth only a very short lived celebration between a very few individuals when the race was created for a multitude of reasons.

Takara for some reason seemed to look back on all of them now as she walked through the door into the training dojo. The sight of this male Mod Soul for whatever reason was bringing up memories of their father. Takara until most of the other Mod Souls had developed a special connection to the Shinigami responsible for their creation. Once she had been created in secret by him alone and brought into consciousness Takara was told from that very moment that she was special. Even prior to being given a body Takara had been held by her father and could recall his gentle voice speaking to her telling her that she was like no other.

No one else in Soul Society not even the other members of the twelfth division even the Captain knew of her creation. The Mod Souls were just being realized and it was at a time that nothing seemed to be wrong with them. All of the planning everything that they had been created to do was going to come to pass as reality. They would take to the other dimensions dealing with problems that the Shinigami didn't wish to do themselves. While everyone was digesting the progress Takara was being raised and taught by her father in a short span of time. Told what she was that she had a big family. One that her father wanted her to look after and protect.

Takara learned fast just like she and her siblings had been programmed to do. The only difference was that her father was there throughout all of it encouraging her more and more and praising her on everything. Takara was kept hidden from everyone else while all she knew was her father loved her and that she would soon be shown to the other Shinigami. She was born to lead the Mod Souls to protect them all and give them strength when things felt helpless. Takara in truth didn't know what her father meant when he had told her all of it, but she told him that no matter what she would do her best.

The day came when she was revealed and brought before the Captain Commander of the Shinigami. Takara had been given a gigai that represented her personality at the time which had been that of a small girl. That face the face of the old man was engraved in her mind. His gaze the lines over his face the harshness of his voice. All of it imprinted forever within her mind. In truth Takara had been scared when she saw him and clung to her father. It wasn't until after that he had told her she had nothing to fear that she was going to surprise the world and usher in an era of safety and peace that no one had ever known did Takara step forward and introduce herself to the Commander.

The old man cared not for her name for all she was to him was a computer that could speak and walk. All he wanted to see was this ability that Takara's father had told him was the supreme power. Something that would allow her to protect an entire city by herself from any adversary. Takara displayed the ability of the Omega Arsenal. Believing that she would be praised by this old man like her father she was caught completely off guard when the man stood and began to scream at her father. "This abomination has shown itself to be to unstable. I hereby decree that all of your creatures are to be destroyed."

The words stung burning throughout her like nothing else that she had ever felt. As if acid itself had become her blood and everything about her was being broken down until there was nothing remaining. Like the young child that she was Takara immediately turned to her father not knowing what to do herself. The next thing that happened was the gigai shattering and her father being sent back to the twelfth division. Little did any of them know that he had managed to pick up Takara's pill bringing it back with him to the testing facility of the Mod Souls.

When he got back to the facility many of the Mod Souls that were still being produced and programmed were already being destroyed by some of the members of division twelve. He moved throughout the facility to his private room and once inside he implanted Takara into a new body. The memory of waking up and being back in the room that was more like her home was something that Takara wouldn't ever forget. Especially not the sight of her father. It was like everything that he had ever lived to do was nothing being brought down around him just as success had been accomplished. While in a matter of speaking and realization Takara came to the realization that it was exactly that and her father didn't look like he'd be able to survive it.

Takara didn't have time to comfort her father even though she tried. All she wanted to do was to protect her father from everything that was going on. To protect all of her siblings from the words that the old Shinigami had shouted. She had to save everything and everyone from the death that awaited all of them. Takara started to walk from her father to the door of his office ready to go out and start killing as many Shinigami as she could and save as many of her siblings as possible. Yet just as she started to move her father grabbed her by her shoulders.

"Takara no there isn't enough time and if you fight right now then you'll die." Takara began to struggle against her father trying her best to get out of his grasp and move out to the facility floor. "I don't care I have to save as many of them as I can it's my duty. I've always told me that I was made to protect them so let me do what you created me for." Struggling with as much strength as she could Takara tried to budge past her father yet even though he was a scientist there was to much a of physical difference in strength for Takara to get by him.

"Takara I created you to lead them not to give up your life in order to save some of them. Many of your siblings are already out in the Human World. I want you to escape and do your best to lead them. Make sure that they're safe and you keep them safe." Takara looked at her father and it was just like something inside of her snapped it was the only time that she could recall the sensation of tears moving down the sides of her face. She didn't know what to do and she couldn't handle something like that when throughout everything she had always known exactly what had to be done and she had done so without question.

"I'm sorry my little girl. I've put more pressure on you then any partner ever should on a child. You're a Queen though and I know that you'll be able to save yourself and everyone else. I love you Takara now go and do the best that you can." Takara didn't understand what was going on everything was just going by so quickly. Nothing was making any kind of sense to her and when her father had just spoken to her like that she just started to break down emotionally. The next thing she knew she was inside a black tunnel and then standing in a large city.

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Takara shook her head slightly fighting off the memory of the next event that occurred and actually was able to get a good look at James. At first Takara actually questioned herself if she was in the correct room. From what she saw there was a young girl sitting in the training room. The room looked actually like what Kazura had told Takara it would be. It had padded walls just in case the sparring session between these two got out of hand. Takara could sense the reiatsu of this entity and knew for sure it was a Mod Soul.

Yet James was the name of a male entity normally. Perhaps her father had programmed the wrong name into this one by mistake. No that didn't fit him at all so there had to be something else. Maybe James had accidently gotten a female gigai and was for some reason staying in it? Well maybe he hadn't found another yet or something. Either way as far as Takara could tell this Mod Soul was James and she took the few moments of walking into the room to scan his gigai. While she did it she easily picked up that James was doing the same towards her.

When she had walked in his eyes had opened and Takara took note of that fact. It either meant that the meditative stance he was sitting in right now was just a façade or he had arrived her shortly prior to her and hadn't gotten into the meditation yet. Takara also knew that there was another opinion. James could have incredible senses like herself. Senses like her own would have been sufficient to wake him up just from the sound of the door opening. Whatever the case Takara made sure to file away the information and mark down that James senses might be developed.

Now scanning over the appearance of his gigai was quite interesting. It was somewhat like a clashing version of herself. While she had black hair that went down to the middle of her back James seemed to have nearly snow white hair. As she looked at the hair it was very fine while being assumedly smooth. The back was tied into a long ponytail. Takara thought for a moment on that. Unless James just liked the positioning of it there was a reason for it being tied to this type of meeting. Takara didn't keep her hair as such because the method that she fought with didn't require any such action. Yet maybe the same wasn't for James and his hair would get in the way if otherwise left unconfined.

Takara continued to look over him and realized that he was in fact a male. His jaw being small and angular was somewhat similar to her own which had been defining the gender more difficult. Other then that his facial features were pretty self explanatory to Takara. The measurements between all of his features was quite normal and based on everything Takara could tell that James would be labeled as a pretty boy by most females. He had a small nose and the lips that fit the profile of a male. The one thing that actually kept Takara from labeling him having a model like gigai was the fact that the ears were off measurement being to large compared to much of the other features.

As for the rest of his body it was actually quite small. Almost comparable to a female which was what had thrown Takara for the first few moments. His feet especially were much smaller then the normal male. His body was tiny yet looked like it had sufficient substances to function. It looked much like a underweight individual that had just recently gained enough weight to pass as healthy. He was wearing what looked to be battle armor. It was completely black and looked to be made of leather. Takara couldn't imagine wearing leather over skin let alone covering the entire body in it. She never needed to move during combat for the most part yet that would make doing so very uncomfortable in her opinion.

Now as she finally got to just a few feet away from him Takara took notice of his eyes and found that they were a white color. Just as his hair was white so were his eyes and the shades matched a good deal. As if his eye coloration and his hair pigment were both designed by her father to represent snow. Although it could also represent simple blankness. Takara wasn't so sure what to make out of it when she thought for a moment. All she could gather for the moment was that based on his attire he more then likely had some sort of ability that favored direct combat as opposed to her own. While she thought of it this boy she filed away as a very good potential asset later on down the road of things to do.

Now as Takara actually introduced herself speaking first and greeting James she watched as he rose from the meditative stance he had been in while she walked into the room. When he stood Takara realized that he was in fact shorter then her with her heels on yet if she hadn't been wearing them they would be switched in difference almost perfectly. When he bowed forwards she took notice of his left arm being brought up over his waist and while it was hardly needed at the moment it seemed that Kazura had already informed James of her status. Takara had made no attempt to conceal her birthright or the plan that her father had put forth for her yet perhaps she could speak with Kazura and James later and keep her status hidden for the time being while recruiting the survivors continued.

What occurred next informed Takara that James was a timid individual. For what reason she couldn't say or figure out for to be timid meant that mistakes could be made or others would see you in a different light then what you actually were. Takara made sure not to think of him as weak by going off this trait for it was very rare that timid individuals didn't overcome such a personality defect and embrace their disastrous potential. "It's fine James there is nothing to worry about when addressing me." She smiled and made sure that James would try to feel more comfortable around her and more at ease. She didn't want him to get the wrong feeling about her or tense up and make a horrible maneuver that could end badly for the both of them.

He then bowed again and began to moved backwards. Takara took it as the signal that he wanted to get on with why the two of them were in the room. Takara made another mental note of that personality trait and knew that it was a good one to have especially one that individual would be working for her in the future. Even if he didn't know it yet. When he turned around they were twenty feet away from one another and Takara watched him maneuver down into a low stance. His measurements and angles were fairly good and she would assume that his balance was spot on meaning that she had been right in assuming him to be a physical practitioner with some sort of ability that would make him a monstrous entity in close regards to combat.

When he didn't rush her Takara assumed that this position was meant for some sort of proactive defense. That meant he was giving her the first move. Her eyes scanned the matting and although she rarely ever needed to move during combat walking on this stuff in her heels was already proving to be annoying. She didn't like how it was making her toes feel so bending down a bit Takara lifts her feet one by one and begins to unstrap her heels. She listens carefully easily able to hear the breathing of James while at the same time sensing his reiatsu for any sudden spikes. After about ten seconds Takara bend back wards and put her bare feet on the matting with a light sigh and smiled holding both heels.

Each heel was held by a different hand and Takara lifted them up to her waist looking at them for a moment. "Do I really wanna do this? These are quite nice . . it doesn't matter I have more back in my room." Takara held her heels outwards with the actual heel of the shoe pointing at James. Takara called on the Omega Arsenal while doing so and without James being able to perceive the other side of the heel he wouldn't be able to see the small senbon that was materialized on both heels. In the next moment the heels were tossed at James with a senbon hiding wear the foot would actually be placed.

The heels were both moving somewhat strange due to the fact that neither were flipping just staying at the same angle that they had been at when Takara tossed them keeping the senbon effectively hidden. They were off target though from what James would see as both were extending outwards on the sides of him and neither would hit him. Takara was mentally controlling the senbon which were flat against the heels moving them as well. Now as they passed James if he didn't do anything the senbon would suddenly re-angle and launch from behind him about a foot and stab into the back of his thighs. (300 Speed and Force)

While the heels had motioned through the air Takara had gone into action hopefully taking James attention. Her hands moved behind her back hiding what was going on as she materialized a senbon between each of her fingers. Takara was connecting as much as she could with the Arsenal so she could materialized up to eight different weapons right now and so far all of them had been materialized. So as the heels were about three feet in front of him Takara brought her hands forwards from behind her back and flung them forwards mincing the appearance that she was throwing the senbon at James. As the senbon left her fingers though Takara launched them making the speed and force of each senbon far higher then it would have been if she had actually thrown them. (600 Speed and Force)

The chance of James realizing that Takara had done something different then throwing the senbon was unlikely unless he was hit with one of them and felt how much force was behind it. Takara had amazing accuracy due to her eyes and mathematics and so each senbon was aimed precisely. Two were aimed to hit James just above where his nipples would be located the widest part of his torso. While another two were aimed at his arms specifically the insides of the elbows. Finally the last two were aimed to strike James in his stomach vertically from where his chest and stomach met to just above his belly button. All of these shots wouldn't be able to be changed now yet the two senbon from the heels could still be altered accordingly if James only moved a small degree meaning there was almost zero chance he would come out of this successfully without some sort of injury.

Remaining Reiatsu: 2210/2290
8 Senbon: {-80}

[Kento Waffles]

OOC: As per discussed in PC with Asmo and Taka, here's what I'm adding in to Asmokon's power! He can utilize properties of higher levels of his power, but with increased cost for weapon spawn. For level 7, it's +10 per additional level. So since level 1 costs 10 to begin with, if it uses level 2 properties, that's +10, and if it uses level 5 properties, that's +40. So the final cost for level 1 using level 2 is 20 cost, and using level 5 is 50 cost. Per weapon. Level 2, same thing, +15. Level 3, same thing but +20. Level 4+ same thing but +25. So if you want to use level 6 properties on a level 4 weapon it's +50 reiatsu used for weapon spawn in addition to normal. That's a bit confusing, so here's a quick brief. It scales as 10/15/20/25 and caps at level 4, where even if you go up to level 5 using level 7, for level 5 to use level 7 it'd just be +50.

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

+450 TP to Jem
+590 TP to Takara