Open Book [Priscilla, Beast] [NDE, PG-13, PvP]

[Nuala Byrne]

Down in the town itself, the chill in the air was cozy and inviting, with scents of pumpkin and other spices mingled within. The sky was half-overcast, letting through rays of light in some places and showering Karakura Town with rain in others. A consistent breeze pervaded the streets and alleyways, perfect for what Nuala had in mind. However, she wasn't down in the town itself. She was in a place that could more aptly put her simple plan in motion. She was extending an invitation. A flyer she had made herself, mostly-paper and partly-cloth, in a stock fit for the task at hand, so that it should not rip no matter where it wandered. She had spent the better part of the walk up here imbuing the paper with purpose and charging it with spiritual energy. By now, it was far heavier than its meager weight implied. She told it tales of the places it could go, of the things it could see, and challenged the little kami within to meet and exceed her expectations.

Nuala drew on the saturated reiatsu in the page, utilizing her dominance over the souls in all things and the precision of her craft to exact spiritual words onto the leaf. Only another spiritually-aware person would be able to read it. To anyone else, it might as well be garbage. The page read,

Nonessentia Tea, Books and Museum
You are invited to share with me one cup of tea, variety of choice, free of charge with pleasant conversation.
Proprietor, Nuala Byrne

The back of the flyer was printed with her shop's address, in the same spiritual ink as the front side used. It would find its way back to her eventually. The wind whipped past her, threatening to tear the page away. Firmly keeping hold of it, she extended her hand off the top of the building, looming so very tall over the town. Her Quincy bangle glinted in the afternoon light. Letting the paper go, she wished it good luck on its way, and bid the wind take good care of it. It was in the zephyr's hands now, fluttering and flying through Karakura. Just another page on the breeze.

[Beast]

The smell of real air was something that Beast never could get over. Perched high in the sky standing on a platform of Air ground, he overlooked the cursed Karakura Town. Cursed by its nature of being the biggest spiritual hub in these region, if not the earth itself. Cursed also by Beast as being one of the most protected towns in the region, if not the earth itself. The skyscraper that was Uzaki Enterprises taunted him, beckoned him to attack and rain terror upon it. But he stayed his hand. He remembered the inventor that he fought as a Hollow and had heard stories of his rise to power. He wasn't looking for a rematch just yet...

At this point, when he was just pondering what to break today, he was struck in the face by an attack he didn't see coming. What was this reiatsu soaked projectile all up in his business? He almost released Bloeding Rand in order to burn this offending page when he realized it was just a flyer for a tea shop. Hmm. Tea. A novel idea. Whoever sent this flyer was obviously a strong user of the spiritual arts to have created this flyer, so maybe he'd get a good workout out of it. Or maybe he'd just get tea. He wasn't sure yet. He let the flyer continue to float on the breeze and made his way to the ground.

As he walked towards Nuala's shop, it hit him. An existential crisis of emotion. What were his goals in life? He was an Espada now, so he probably needed to destroy some Shinigami establishment or something, right? What else was he good for if not attacking the Soul Society... But is that even what Kouhai wanted? Kuroi had definitely wanted to invade and destroy everything for destruction's sake, but what is it that Kouhai wanted him to be doing? He made a mental note to ask the King of Las Noches that and continued walking, crisis far from his mind once again.

Upon arriving at the tea shop, he simply walked in, breaking the door off the hinges as he opened it. He had forgotten how strong he had become and looked a bit shocked honestly. He set the door down and continued into the establishment. His attire was standard for him, just a jacket that had all the color drained from it, a pair of pants of matching drab, and similarly drab dress shoes. On his bare gray chest was a tattoo of an Eight. The only parts of him not this drab gray were his bone white right arm covered in black tattoos and the golden sclera of his cat-like eyes.

Not really knowing how to have "pleasant conversation" for the purposes of getting free tea, he instead walked into the shop with his unnerving appearance and just sat down with his feet up on the nearest table, scanning around for the owner of the spiritual flyer.

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{Stats/Skills}


Strength - [300 x2 (600)] Points

Speed - [150 x1.5 (225)] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [400 x.5 (200)] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [200 x.5 (100)] Points

Light Aura - [0] Points

Dark Aura - [100] Points

Instinct - [200] Points

Senses - [100] Points

Energy sensory - [50] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [1400] Points



Skills


[Boxing] {3}

[Hakuda] {3}

[Swords] {3}

[Pain Tolerance] {3}

[Strength of Will] {3}

Damage Recovery] {3}

[Mental Incantation] {1}

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

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{Outfit for the thread~!}

Gently stretching her arms upward with a slight huff, a rather interested Quincy stood amongst the spiritually-unenlightened of Karakura. Having had what was effectively an "off-duty" day for the first time in a very long time, Priscilla was rather excited to be able to have the day all to herself! So much had gone on recently that she was looking forward to clearing her mind of; dealing with Edward, indoctrinating Ruhe into the Vandenreich, even her skirmish with that half-hollow Vice Captain had still plagued her mind. She'd have to see what she could do about making that girl's life just a bit harder if she could, but that was for another time. For now, the day was hers!

Originally, Priscilla was planning on spending the day shopping around, and doing what she could in order to decorate her office a bit more to her liking. While she certainly wasn't opposed to the collection of novels she had, she felt it needed... something. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but some sort of decoration or display piece had to've completed the décor. Of course, only time would tell if that was the case, but regardless, that's how she was going to spend her day. At least, until a rather peculiar sheet of paper caught her interest as it flew through the air, seeming to be spiritually-charged.

Holding her hand out to stop the sheet midair, she gently swiped her fingers back to her direction, willing the sheet to follow in suit. As it floated down toward her against the wind and landed gently in her hands, she took the time to scan over the sheet. Within mere seconds, her eyes lit up. "Interesting," She said to herself without realizing. Taking a quick moment to close her eyes and focus on the reiatsu signature the paper held, she began to scan through the city as best she could in order to find the progenitor of this invitation for tea. Given her sensory abilities, this process wasn't the most difficult thing out there. Within a few moments, she'd found who she was looking for.

With a snap of her fingers, the girl's entire wardrobe changed. Beginning from her feet, and rippling itself all the way up to her neck, sheets of paper quickly fluttered about, coming to a halt almost as quickly as they'd started. Instead of her uniform, Priscilla now wore a pair of ripped jeans, a multicolored long-sleeved shirt matching her iconic color palette with the sleeves rolled just above her elbows, and a flannel tied around her waist. Something casual, but still cute nonetheless. That, and her entire body from the neck down had been replaced entirely with her own spiritually-charged paper, even if looking the exact same as before.

Taking her time to make her way to this "Nonessentia" place, Priscilla hummed a cheerful tune to herself and glanced amongst the shops nearby. After a quick stop for tea, she'd get back to her window-shopping. This opportunity seemed a bit too good to pass up, though; free tea, a good conversation, and a library? Things seemed a bit too good to be true, but she absolutely wasn't going to question it; she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth if she didn't need to. After a short while, she'd managed to trace the reiatsu signature back to a rather chic little place. The first thing she'd noticed, however, was that the door had seemed to be kicked down. Certainly not a good sign; she'd have to be careful.

Upon entering, she'd made note of the rather rough-looking fellow sitting down at one of the tables inside. Taking the opportunity to join him, she gently sat down across from him with a smile, imitating the same fake attitude her old mentor used to uphold a large majority of the time. Having spent as much time around Amalia as she had in the past, Priscilla had picked up quite the knack for imitating the woman. The reason for this, however, was due to the fact that she knew some semblance of what this man was just from the reiatsu he exuded; something similar to that Vice Captain. Now more than ever, she'd need to tread carefully. "Pleasure to meet you," she said, "I presume this invitation wasn't your doing? Either way, pleased to make your acquaintance; Priscilla Krantz."

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{Stats & Skills}Type: Strategist

Strength: 50 [30]
Speed: 300 [225]
Reiatsu Strength: 50
Spiritual Pressure: 400
Senses: 300 [900]
Instinct: 250 [750]
Energy Sensory: 350 [1,050]
Healing Expertise: 0

Light Aura: 100
Dark Aura: 0

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Stealth - 4
Calm Mind - 4
Battle Analysis - 3
War Strategy - 3

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{Reiatsu Pool}Reiatsu Pool: 4,000/4,000

[Nuala Byrne]

Nuala had been helping a pair of customers, Karakura locals, to black tea with sugar in the raw, to go, before the day truly began. She had sensed him coming, but...

Her poor front door! What a rude gesture, for that matter, but the man who had broken it from its hinges looked as shocked to see the door come off its frame as she was. Nuala felt a ping of surprise from him and stifled a smile. He wasn't being rude, he just didn't know his own strength. He wasn't the usual fare for Nonessentia, and he still had the trace of her flyer on him. If it weren't for the Espada Eight on his chest, she would have been pleased to have attracted such a guest.

From what Erscheinung had told her, the Hives persisted only because they were so remote from Las Noches that the Espada simply didn't care that they were out there. Its members were so strong and yet so territorial that they would have annihilated the ascetics simply to prevent them from having ever been a potential threat. In short, they existed on the dint of being outside Espada territory.

The two other customers in the shop when the large, cat-eyed man made his entrance fled with haste. Scared for their lives by his very appearance, they abandoned Nonessentia as if they had never known it at all. Nuala caught hints from their auras as they fled. 'Is she going to serve him?', 'I knew she was dressed weird!' and 'Is this the kind of customer a place like this attracts?' were the surface-most thoughts of her erstwhile customers as they made their way out of the broken doorway. This likely wouldn't be good for business. She'd have to make an effort to make it good for connections, then.

Collecting one of her gooseneck kettles and a tray, Nuala noted someone else of spiritual significance approach. She would introduce herself to them both at once, then, and hope the flyer wasn't any more successful than it had already been for the day. She was unsure of whether she could handle any more. Taking a deep breath in, she smiled genially toward the doorway when her next guest made her appearance. Whatever she was expecting, it wasn't this. A woman her own height, but even smaller than herself, whose aura smelled like old books, new paper, and the authority of the Vandenreich. The former, a scent she remembered fondly. The latter, an off-putting slew of memories from the Azerite Project and the end of the Hive where she once lived. She put another gooseneck on the tray and pressed buttons near their bases, invoking heat from the coils inside. She put a small collection of tea and tisane selections on the tray, in jars sealed and filled with nitrogen but no oxygen, and walked toward the table where her guests had made themselves comfortable.

The Quincy bangle on her upper left arm glinted in the light, its small Catherine wheel swinging back and forth when she walked. Knowing today was going to be a difficult one, she had opted to put on the Guadaña uniform before any guests could arrive. An exceedingly formal and yet austere arrangement, the uniform consisted of a white jacket with black lining and black fur trim, kimono-styled sleeves, and a shawl lapel. A light, white chest plate clearly intended as ornamental armor was shaped as if to deflect blows away from her core, but it was so nearly form-fitting that it could serve only poorly as real armor. Being indoors, she didn't wear the ajirogasa. It was hung up on the wall near the door, but she did wear the necklace of prayer beads around her neck. In her hair, a small mask fragment that resembled a portion of an angel's wing and halo ornamented her outfit.

Nuala smiled genially at Priscilla and Beast as she approached their table. "My honored guests, Octava-dono and Young Lady-sama," she began. "On behalf of Nonessentia, I welcome you." She gently set the tray on the table, so as not to create any unnecessary noise, and bowed to them both. "My name is Nuala Byrne. I have here a few quintessential options for you, selected according to the tastes your signatures indicate for balance and good humor. If your preferences vary, however, I would be pleased to offer you any teas or tisanes at all in my collection. If would like, I also have a modest collection of books available for purchase or loan, some penned by my own hand, based on my personal studies. Shall we begin?"

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{Stats and Skills}Physical Strength: 75 [x0.67] (50)
Speed: 200
Reiatsu Strength: 300 [x2.5] (750)
Spiritual Pressure: 300 [x2.5] (750)
Light Aura: 0
Dark Aura: 100
Instinct: 150
Senses: 100
Energy Sensory: 200 [x2.5] (500)
Healing Expertise: 75 [x0.67] (50)

Skills
Mental
Memory: 2
Analysis: 2
Learning: 2
Multitasking: 3

Battle
Pain Tolerance: 1
Weapon [Soul Dew]: 2

Utility
Crafting: 3

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{Reiatsu Pool}Reiatsu Pool: 7500/7500

Fighting for TP

[Beast]

Even with his feet kicked up on the table, someone who was not the owner of this tea shop had the nerve to come and sit across from him. She didn't seem fazed at all by the man who had just caused two customers to run out the building by his appearance alone. That, and breaking the door down. This Priscilla Krantz had a lot of guts to sit across from the Wraith. She offered a pleasant introduction and he simply grunted noncommittally. That's when he saw Nuala coming with a tray of tea paraphernalia. He really really wanted to give this a fair opportunity for success, but he was skeptical.

When she identified him as the Octava Espada, with a Quincy cross on her arm and a mask fragment in her hair, he didn't know what to think of her. She smelled human, less like a Quincy than a normal human, and she didn't have any sort of Hollow hole visible that would indicate she was an Arrancar like the mask fragment would indicate. His Energy Sensory wasn't great, but it wasn't nonexistent. She was an enigma, for sure. She offered him some tea that would be to his taste "according to his signature", hinting at some sort of sensory power that far exceeded Beast's.

He took the tea offered him, eyes narrowed suspiciously. Ailene was into tea too, but he hadn't yet met a tea he cared for, not really any kind of food offered him in the past. He felt its warmth through the cup with his trained senses, so he carefully sipped at it. It was horrible. Awful. An abomination. It was something with spice in it, like Chai or some sort of tea, that probably would have been really tasty if the Wraith's body was his own. But the tongue that absorbed the tea formerly belonged to Grodd, who would have had very different tastes compared to Beast.

Beast was all about the warmth and comfort of spice, but Grodd probably would have preferred grass water or something lame like that. Spitting the tea out on the floor, the corner of Beast's mouth twisted sourly. "Not sure what that was, but it wasn't anything good. Got anything... better? Then again, I've never liked this sort of thing. Not even sure why I came here. Pleasant conversation? Not my kind of thing." Kicking his chair back, he moved to stand up. He tried, it sucked, he was probably better off somewhere else.

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

"Not sure what that was, but it wasn't anything good. Got anything... better? Then again, I've never liked this sort of thing. Not even sure why I came here. Pleasant conversation? Not my kind of thing." The audacity that this man had to say something like that was enough to agitate Priscilla quite a bit. For Nuala to open her doors to the two of them, and even go as far as to offer a free cup of tea when the girl seemed to work hard enough as it was to simply be spat on by Beast as far more than she was willing to sit idly by and watch happen. She was going to give him a piece of her mind.

"Well, that certainly was rude," she huffed, taking in reiatsu from the area as to prepare for a violent response from the Espada, "who do you think you are, saying something like that to this lovely young lady here? I can promise you that she did not go out of her way to offer us a delightful cup of tea just for you to trounce all over that kindness. People like you are utterly infuriating, dear lord." While certainly not her own problem, she still couldn't help but not want to sit by and watch Nuala be treated like that. If there was one thing that she wasn't about to tolerate, it was abhorrent treatment like that. She'd seen enough of it from her time in the His Majesty's forces, and she wasn't about to let her time away from Silbern be tainted from those same behaviors. Perhaps a little self-righteous, but such was likely expected when dealing with Vandenreich.

Taking a deep breath, Priscila took a short second to calm herself down a bit. "I apologize," she said, lowering her arms, "that was rude of me to say. I realize that this isn't particularly my argument to fight, so I'll remain out of it." She couldn't help but feel bad for her words, even if Beast still did say something a bit more on the rude side. She didn't want to become what she was berating someone else for, and as such, felt the need to speak up. Doing what she could to shrug that off, though, she turned to Nuala, commenting on what the girl had previously said.

"I'd absolutely love to see what you've written!" she cheered, taking a sip from her tea, "I'd like to be the first to admit that I'm a bit of an avid reader and writer myself; so much so that I don't like leaving my home without a notepad on me." Chuckling to herself, Priscilla once again glanced around the shop. Aside from the door currently resting on the ground, the place was nice; cozy. This was certainly a place she'd find herself coming back to sometime in the future, that much was certain. Very little could've occurred that would actually cause her to decide otherwise.

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{Reiatsu Pool}
Reiatsu Pool: 4,000/4,000

[Nuala Byrne]

Nuala cast her eyes downward while Beast spat on the floor. That might have been appropriate in the backsands of Hueco Mundo, but it was rude here. She had sent out the flyers with the hopes of meeting new people and getting new experiences, and this was certainly new. She took a quiet calming breath and accepted her lot here. She asked for this, after all.

Priscilla gave the Espada what-for, an action that Nuala wasn't certain he'd be as accustomed to as she might be. Without thinking, she reached out for the ground and flicked her fingers toward the sink. The liquid floated where bidden, and Nuala cleaned up the table. Priscilla apologized to her. Nuala looked up, smiling almost blithely. "It's fine," she lied. "He was just being honest." She flicked her gaze over at the Espada as he started to leave. "I'm still interested in finding a flavor profile that works for you. I didn't want to play my whole hand so soon, but seeing as you're threatening to leave..." she told him, brushing the Quincy bangle on her left upper arm with the fingertips of her right hand.

The Catherine wheel withered into pale green light. "If this doesn't strike a pleasing chord in your tastes, do let me know." Eight moons of silvery metal crept into the space around her, rotating slowly around her body. She beckoned a cup toward her, and it flew to her hand like a bird on the wing. One moon slid out of formation with the others and floated over the cup. An eyelid opened partway across its surface, and a frothy green liquid dribbled out of the sphere, filling the cup. The heady scent of soul dew filled the air, tantalizing the tongues of soul-eaters.

She held the cup out toward Beast, gazing at him over it, daring him to brave the invitation. "Drink with us, won't you?" she asked, urging him gently.

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{Reiatsu Uses and Pool}Universal fullbring: 100
Primary release level 2: 500
Eclipse of Conscience: 2000 reiatsu, 1/13 posts
EoC recovery pool: 200/9,600 reiatsu

Reiatsu Pool: 4,900/7,500

[Beast]

Beast threatened and even moved to leave, but the host of the cafe wasn't about to let him get away without him finding a flavor profile that he enjoyed. She cleaned up the floor spit with Soul Command and activated what looked like a Quincy bangle but was distinctly like a Fullbring in its energy profile. Intrigued, slightly, Beast watched as one of the floating moons poured some sort of frothy liquid into a cup that was particularly... pleasant in smell. Almost like smelling a wounded soul that was easy prey. Now Nuala had Beast's attention. His visibly tense and aggravated frame became... curious, to a point.

The insult from the other patron, though, was still in the back of Beast's mind. Yeah, she had apologized, but the words "utterly infuriating" still rang in his thoughts. He would have to suck it up for now if he was going to try some of this soul dew, though. Just a sip to find out if it tasted like poison (not like Beast would be able to tell), and finding it pleasing he downed the whole cup in a second swig and set it back on the table. He didn't realize how much force he had put behind it and cracked the bottom of the cup with his motion and the table groaned at the pressure. Beast just rolled his eyes at the fragile vessel.

"Books don't really interest me. This... liquid is interesting, though. Tastes like biting the head off of a fragile Plus."

He paused for a moment. "Speaking from experience, of course."

Beast looked around the room, extremely bored but intrigued by the hope for more soul dew. It hopefully wasn't addictive, but it was pleasant to the palette like Nuala had hoped. The first thing he'd tasted in his existence as a Wraith that wasn't chalky, herbed, or just plain gross. He ran his finger around the rip of the cup, creating an awful squeaking sound followed by another crack in the porcelain. He withdrew his hand, a slight cut on the digit, and leaned back in his chair which creaked under the strain. "Why is everything in this world so fragile??" Still bored, he put his head in his hands with his elbow on the table, just listening to the pair of ladies talk about what he presumed he wouldn't care about.

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

(OOC Note: Priscilla's first post since her rewrite. Any mentions of paper are irrelevant, naturally.)

As Priscilla calmed herself down from going on a tangent against the Hollow Wraith, she quickly took note of what Nuala had begun to say. "He was just being honest. I'm still interested in finding a flavor profile that works for you. I didn't want to play my whole hand so soon, but seeing as you're threatening to leave..." watching the girl like a hawk, Priscilla immediately made note of what she'd seen. To say she was confused was an absolute massive understatement, given the fact that she seemed to have a Quincy cross on her.

Just... what was this girl? Getting a read on Nuala's now ever-present reiatsu signature, Priscilla couldn't help but put a hand to her chin as she found herself lost in thought. Nuala was very clearly a Fullbringer; that much she was absolutely positive on. Regardless, though; she seemed to have a rather interesting little ability there, to be able to simply create moons like she'd just done. Keeping her cross at the ready just in case things turned hostile, however, Priscilla kept watching Nuala's movements. She found herself a little disturbed once an eye seemed to open up on the face of one of these moons, but that was hardly an issue given the circumstances.

Sipping her tea as she watched Beast drink Nuala's soul dew, she did what she could to mentally take note of the Wraith's reactions. As he finished, she squinted in confusion as he spoke, finding herself shudder visibly from the words, "speaking from experience, of course". He'd painted a rather unwanted mental image in her head; something she knew was going to take quite a while for her to actually free herself from. Nonetheless, she was still interested in seeing how Beast was going to respond after having just consumed something like Soul Dew.

Though, she quickly found herself jump upon noting the cracked porcelain cup Beast was fiddling with. Setting down her tea before she accidentally dropped the cup, Priscilla simply placed her hands in her lap and found herself chuckling slightly with Beast's comment about fragility. "Unfortunately I wouldn't be able to you," she said, posing a smile, "you certainly seem very... physically inclined, though, I've got to say I'm thoroughly impressed." If nothing else, she was going to make up for her earlier misstep with a compliment.

Turning to Nuala, Priscilla gently rested her elbow on her lap, allowing her chin to rest in her open hand as she leaned over ever so slightly. "And you, miss Byrne" she said, still smiling, "you've absolutely done so as well. If you'll indulge me, what was that you'd just given our friend over here? Hopefully it wasn't some kind of toxin?" Priscilla chuckled playfully. "I mean that in jest, naturally.

Watching the orbs hold their position around Nuala, Priscilla couldn't help but find herself rather interested in what Nuala was capable of doing. Turning to Beast, the same thought went through her head; just what would an individual as strong as him be able to do in a skirmish? She'd seen what Edward was capable of, so she knew the kinds of power that someone had with that much physical force behind them. Perhaps one, or even both of them would find themselves as potent recruits for the Vandenreich?

"Say," she started, "I'll be the first to admit that both of you seem to have quite an amount of potential; would either of you two be interested in starting a new life? One where you won't want for anything, constantly have a roof over your heads, and have a loving community of comrades that'll welcome you with open arms?" She wasn't going to give away every bit of information she had at the moment, but assuming one of them bit the hook, she was going to share everything she needed to about His Majesty.

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{Reiatsu Pool}
Reiatsu Pool: 4,000/4,000

[Nuala Byrne]

Oh, she was a Vandenreich Quincy. It all made sense now. Nuala had detected the Quincy signature some time ago, but she wasn't able to tell whether that power came from the Emperor's blood or its own line. Darn, and here she was hoping for a sustainable friendship. Oh well, that was always a possibility with Quincy-- they might be Vandenreich. It didn't make Nuala angry. If anything, she was sadder now than she was a moment ago. She did her best not to let it show on her face, but by this point, she was certain that Priscilla was the aura-reading type, similar to herself. Her thoughts were on display here, perhaps moreso than ever. Well, she knew where this way uptalk going, but she was going to address the questions and assumptions as they came.

"That was soul dew, the miracle substance that my power creates," she informed the Quincy. She drew another ounce or so out of another moon. "Each moon contains about five gallons of it, and as nearly as I can tell, it is Hollow food with a few other properties. I've done some moderate testing on it... the substance expands from gas to vapor at a factor of fourteen hundred, solidifies into a hexagonal crystalline state, and has a dialectric strength in excess of rubber and even mica..." While she spoke, she made the ounce of soul dew she'd extracted go through a variety of physical gymastics. She turned it first into a bubble, then filled that bubble with vapor, solidified the bubble around into a relatively thick layer of crystal, and then forced the vapor in the bubble into a gas, and from there into an incandescent plasma, creating the effect of a light bulb. She passed the lumen-bubble back and forth between her hands, showing off how she could effectively control its temperature while still forcing it into a plasma state. She opened the bubble on one side, creating a colorful jet of plasma-fire, and then closed it again and turned the flow back into vapor.

"It's nontoxic, it doesn't burn, it can't drown a person, as a solid it resists physical shear and powderizes instead of fragmenting when stressed too far. Be careful applying voltage to it though... when it's not under my control, the plasma expansion process tends to make an explosion. It's more useful as a liquid than a solid, I find, as I can increase or decrease its viscosity toward any of several purposes. I can grease a lock and I can stop bleeding." She formed the soul dew into a green bar with the words "break me" embossed into one side, and snapped it in half with a wave of her hand, turning the whole mass back into liquid as she adjusted its viscosity toward something lubricating, and then again toward something thicker than molasses. To exemplify the changes, she made the soul dew stretch out between two points, noting how quickly or slowly it pulled away from itself.

And then there was the pitch. Nuala grimaced. Images of Priska's soul being obliterated shuttered through her mind. Followed by the destruction of the Hive, and the Quincy who had come for her before. "My potential? I have some. That was Doctor Rosenbette's original design, anyway. Erscheinung improved on it, I would say. This power is less explosive now, but more sustainable. As for what I'm doing with it? Well, I can't start a new life until I'm done with this one. The folks upstairs only give out so many re-dos." While she spoke, she got down another, much sturdier vessel for her Espada guest. A wood and metal flagon, a pint and a half in size. His gory comparison did not faze her at all; she was accustomed to the Arrancar in the Hive and their vernacular. It wasn't very different from his.

She used a moon to pour him out another, filling the flagon the brim.

[Beast]

Beast was right, most of the talk went way over his head. He had no interest in Priscilla's pitch, no idea about any of the science being babbled on about by Nuala, and was pretty much only still here for the soul dew. It... was a tolerable sensation, drinking it. Pleasurable? Maybe. He was handed a flagon of it, a sturdy flagon of wood and metal this time, and was complimented on his physique by one of the ladies. That surely hadn't happened before, so he just raised an eyebrow at Priscilla and sipped his drink. What was her angle? She liked books and science (probably) and the kinds of things Nuala liked, but what made her tick? Something about this pitch of a "loving community of comrades" made it sound like she was an army recruiter. Not like Beast would really know about that sort of thing, but he got the gist.

"I have no need for a loving community, I have the kill or be killed world of Hueco Mundo to roam. It's much more fun that way, especially with all of the wanton killing." He was straight to the point, and that's truly how he felt. He existed to keep control of this host body by whatever means necessary, and to do that he needed to maintain absolute power. Needed to be at his peak, all the time. Never letting his guard down. He already had let it down too much by walking in here and drinking something that could have been poison, easily. His walls went up, again, and he set the flagon down, barely touched.

"Now what? I, again, have no need for your books or your soul dew's funny properties."

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

"That was soul dew, the miracle substance that my power creates, each moon contains about five gallons of it, and as nearly as I can tell, it is Hollow food with a few other properties. I've done some moderate testing on it... the substance expands from gas to vapor at a factor of fourteen hundred, solidifies into a hexagonal crystalline state, and has a dialectric strength in excess of rubber and even mica..." Priscilla allowed her chin to rest on her hand as Nuala spoke. Truthfully she was very much engaged as to what she had to say; learning about the powers and abilities that others had was very much a benefit of the job.

As she continued to talk about her own Soul Dew, Priscilla began to ponder the ideas she'd been given on the matter. As Nuala gave a demonstration of sorts regarding how her Soul Dew worked, the Quincy found herself giving the girl a rather polite clap. "Very very interesting!" she said with a smile, "the potential applications of something like that have to be utterly astronomical! I'll be the first to admit, I'm thoroughly impressed. I'd love to see what you can do with it otherwise!"

As she went on to speak on the matter of potential, Priscilla eagerly awaited a response from Nuala. Though, she was met with names that she hadn't expected to be dropped so suddenly. "My potential? I have some. That was Doctor Rosenbette's original design, anyway. Erscheinung improved on it, I would say." Priscilla felt her heart drop. Her face went pale. Rosenbette. That... that wasn't a name she'd heard for a very, very long time. The Azerite Project was something that still held quite a large portion of her recent memories.

"I..." she forced out, "I believe I need to go. It's been fun, but I think I'll be seeing myself out now." As she spoke, Priscilla rushed out of her seat, without any care as to whether anything had been shaken up over the fact. She quickly made haste out of Nonessentia, and promptly prepared to leave the Human World. Seems that her past was now coming back to haunt her; Priscilla was going to need to spend quite a bit of time undercover in the near future. She let out a soft sigh over the fact, as she made her way back to Silbern.

(Out of Character: Taking Priscilla out of this thread. Looking forward to seeing what happens next~!)