Post by Arcadus on Aug 17, 2023 19:42:39 GMT -5
1. Arcadus had seated himself at the head of his dining hall, which would seat a dozen guests, if he ever had guests over. Though, it was useful to have such a large table for the feats Arcadus regularly held for himself, and this one was no exception. Though he'd managed to make it through his first few courses with ease, he often paid the most attention to the main course, and his chefs figured this, the most care being taken there, where as the first few dishes would be devoured out of hunger, rather than savored.
2. Before him, Arcadus had the roast thigh of an Singaporean human trafficker, a bulgarian pickpocket turned into a blood wine, thier vital fluids serving to color and enhance the flavor of the spirit. and thirdly, boiled down into soup was a South American drug mule, cleaned of course, of any contaminants. He didn't need to be zooting on fentynal nor did he need to be dealing with the off taste it would bring to the dish. Bone flour was used to make the accompanying bread, though the particular soul of those loaves was indiscernable to him.
3. Atlas enters the room, the clack, clack, clack of his heeled leather shoes echoing of the swishing of his uniform. "Ser, the chef is happy to see that you are enjoying his attempt to bring together a particularly vile set of souls together." Arcadus dabbed his cheek, looking up. "It was, Anthus as usual has exceeded my expectations. I am particularly enjoying the roast." Arcadus flicked his gaze to the shredded roast, bone being the only handle Arcadus bothered to use in eating it.
4. "Remember Ser, your appointment with the mod soul, Crystal. I understand the two of you were going to source materials from a waste reprocessing yard. I wish you the best of luck, and Maximillian asks to not make a show about soiling the outfit." Arcadus chuckled as he looked over to the cabinet he knew the outfit was prepared in. "I'll be sure to make sure there is a good reason for anything that happens to the outfit, Atlas, and they are work clothes, I'm sure Maximilli will live."
5. Crystal, that little mod soul that he met at Kitai's, and who apparently worked with him. They had that plan to make a sort of gauntlet that could let a more spiritually focused person create shockwaves, and they had used his physicality for readings on how shockwaves were created and worked. That little session had also given him an idea for a technique, which he did have plans to develop but for now he needed to focus on the task at hand.
6. Crystal, the mod soul, the inventor. she had some kind of effect on him that he wasnt sure he likes. Enjoyed, sure, but liked, no. That kind of incluence was somethingnhe was going to have to check before it became an issue. Problem was, he didn't want to give up any kind of sway he might have on her and extension Kitai, so he needed to draw a long on acceptable losses jn terms of what he was willing to concede to.
7. And this... scavenging mission. Fishing around in a junkyard. Not exactly the most glorious or dignified manner of gathering parts and needed components, but it would hopefully at least be quiet. In terms of making what he wants to and to form things of actual spiritual power, it wasn't great. But for raw materials and components he could sell or trade for more spiritually infused or powerful components. Which prompted an interesting question in the Arrancar's mind.
8. They had very different styles, the two craftsfolk. Arcadus favored spirituality and worked metal, incorporating already strong spiritual energies from reagants and components into a new spiritual property. Chika, at least from his observation, seemed to be more about using electronics and technology to further refine one's own use of spiritual energy, similar to Kitai's efforts. He could stand to study her methods, even if the idea of changing away from his methods, which pulled from centuries old traditions, hurt him.
9. But, he had other things to attend to. The shinigami in his basement would likely be starving, and while he did need her to finish healing, and the only way for her to do that was for her to eat and rest, she was getting one of those down there. Regardless, he had plans that didn't need them to be in full fighting force, and infact benefitted from her current condition. Signalling for Atlas to bring him something, Arcadus took one of the larger utensils off of the table.
10. Moving now to his lounge, Arcadus wondered on his prisoner. His palace was home to many wonders, mostly luxurious rooms and accommodations, or scientific or magical oddities in his workshops, but it was also home to a system of dungeons. Kennels for hollows primarily, but they were not strangers to other creatures and sapients. They were dark, barely lit above pitch black as many hollow creatures did not need for light. In terms of comfort it was a solid zero, the floors cobbled stone, bare of any furnishings and the constant sounds of more bestial hollows howling and straining against the bars, the menagerie of creatures served a few purposes, though those who were taken out did sometimes return, many times they did not.
11. Chika would have not received food during her time there, and she was expected to subsist on the reishi present in the air like lesser hollows, and those creatures there that did need food were instead fed their fellow inmates. The cells walls are formed by bars on three sides, the back wall, which flank the greater hall of each dungeon corridor, is the only solid wall in one’s cell. Often times, beasts will break or worm through the bars to get at another morsel of food, that being their neighbor, though this has not yet happened to Chika.
12. Chika has seen scant little of her jailer but she’s seen many hollows here, and what might be a beastclan member down further in the block. Its been maybe a week, time his hard to track since there isn’t a schedule to anything happening. The few times Arcadus does appear in the dungeon, it is to take a hollow somewhere, and those that go with him do not return the same, if at all. What was potentially worse, was the constant scratching.
13. Resting in his lounge, Arcadus swirled a stemless glass of moscato. He’d finished up some commission work and had come home from gathering materials for future ends later, but for right now he was enjoying a well earned break. A part of that break was, he was going to start a new project, a fun one. That shinigami “acting captain” in his cells, he wanted to go check on them, and start his experiments. He’d already made his “artificial Bakoto” A shell of spiritually charged carapace formed like an oyster shell, to which it had been filtering reishi through it, forming a kind of Rieatsu pearl to substitute for the eye of a Bakotto.
14. He hoped that once he destroyed their original weapon, this new one would bond to them. But only time would tell, and the experiment had to actually happed for results to appear. But it was promising. The mollusk creature was certainly alive, but refused to show itself to him, something stirred in its shell. He could feeling it squirming, like a chick half formed in its egg; barely understanding its surroundings outside its shell. What a fun surprise he hoped this could be, and worst to worse, it would at least be entertaining if not informative.
15. Twirling the polearm in his fingers, Arcadus liked this little thing. fitting more as a short spear at his height and wingspan, he'd enjoyed playing around with it, chipping its edge and cracking its haft in some of his test swings, chipping it on the stone floor. It was a peculiar weapon, and while he had to break it in some, it was fun toy. He was going to enjoy his little performance he was planning, he really hoped it would get a rise out of Chika.
16. Striding down the shorn stone steps, Arcadus could hear the murmuring, and in some cases screams, of his prisoners. The sound enthralled him, and he resisted the need to cup his ear to drink in more of the sound. Restraining himself to a gleeful smile, he walked over to the shinigami's cell, footsteps somehow drowning out terrified wimpers of the other prisoners. Chicka could feel his aura filling the room like gas, choking out other senses or feelings.
17. "If it isn't my favorite prisoner! How are you enjoying your stay?" Arcadus paused for them to respond, but ignored whatever it was they replied with. He was lost in the moment, and for right now he was on script, his words were already written in his mind. "Regardless Chika, I'm going to have some fun with you, and if you keep a positive attitude, you will too. Now, your little Bakkuto. For this experiment, I need to see if someone can bond with my attempt to recreate a one. Of course, this means that you cant already be bonded to one." Twirling the polearm in his hand, the Espada took it, and snapped it over his knee.
18. Arcadus marveled at the shock in the shinigami's face, but as well, at something else. One of the hollows, half dead, had managed to reach out and touch Chika, and with a touch, she disappeared, space warping around her as Arcadus stared in horror, but also keen interest, at the transpiring event. He could sense she was transported back to soul society, judging by the energy coming from the spacial rift. Well, what a shame. He had intended to actually try and see if he'd been successful in making a bakkotto, pride of a shinigami noble house.
19. Venting his frustrations with a kick to the now dead hollow's skull, Arcadus walked back upstair, frustrated but resolved to at least blow off some steam crushing steel with his hands. Moving back to his dining room, Arcadus took the outfit Maximillian had prepared for him. Much more of a worker's outfit, and something that they had actually considered wearing out to the wall building. But se la vie, it was going to be worn today. Comprised of rough black overalls, steel toed and heeled boots, and a loosefitting red shirt.
20.Opening his gargaunta, Arcadus stepped out into the dusty yard, happy to see that there was indeed piles of junk to sort through. At least he'd have something to vent his frustration on and, hopefully, Crystal would be there soon. Who knows, maybe even Marik would appear, given that Crystal had mentioned them being a coworker, and Marik was desperate for funds and for resources to finish the wall. And, in all likelyhood, Arcadus was going to pitch in significantly on that front.
2. Before him, Arcadus had the roast thigh of an Singaporean human trafficker, a bulgarian pickpocket turned into a blood wine, thier vital fluids serving to color and enhance the flavor of the spirit. and thirdly, boiled down into soup was a South American drug mule, cleaned of course, of any contaminants. He didn't need to be zooting on fentynal nor did he need to be dealing with the off taste it would bring to the dish. Bone flour was used to make the accompanying bread, though the particular soul of those loaves was indiscernable to him.
3. Atlas enters the room, the clack, clack, clack of his heeled leather shoes echoing of the swishing of his uniform. "Ser, the chef is happy to see that you are enjoying his attempt to bring together a particularly vile set of souls together." Arcadus dabbed his cheek, looking up. "It was, Anthus as usual has exceeded my expectations. I am particularly enjoying the roast." Arcadus flicked his gaze to the shredded roast, bone being the only handle Arcadus bothered to use in eating it.
4. "Remember Ser, your appointment with the mod soul, Crystal. I understand the two of you were going to source materials from a waste reprocessing yard. I wish you the best of luck, and Maximillian asks to not make a show about soiling the outfit." Arcadus chuckled as he looked over to the cabinet he knew the outfit was prepared in. "I'll be sure to make sure there is a good reason for anything that happens to the outfit, Atlas, and they are work clothes, I'm sure Maximilli will live."
5. Crystal, that little mod soul that he met at Kitai's, and who apparently worked with him. They had that plan to make a sort of gauntlet that could let a more spiritually focused person create shockwaves, and they had used his physicality for readings on how shockwaves were created and worked. That little session had also given him an idea for a technique, which he did have plans to develop but for now he needed to focus on the task at hand.
6. Crystal, the mod soul, the inventor. she had some kind of effect on him that he wasnt sure he likes. Enjoyed, sure, but liked, no. That kind of incluence was somethingnhe was going to have to check before it became an issue. Problem was, he didn't want to give up any kind of sway he might have on her and extension Kitai, so he needed to draw a long on acceptable losses jn terms of what he was willing to concede to.
7. And this... scavenging mission. Fishing around in a junkyard. Not exactly the most glorious or dignified manner of gathering parts and needed components, but it would hopefully at least be quiet. In terms of making what he wants to and to form things of actual spiritual power, it wasn't great. But for raw materials and components he could sell or trade for more spiritually infused or powerful components. Which prompted an interesting question in the Arrancar's mind.
8. They had very different styles, the two craftsfolk. Arcadus favored spirituality and worked metal, incorporating already strong spiritual energies from reagants and components into a new spiritual property. Chika, at least from his observation, seemed to be more about using electronics and technology to further refine one's own use of spiritual energy, similar to Kitai's efforts. He could stand to study her methods, even if the idea of changing away from his methods, which pulled from centuries old traditions, hurt him.
9. But, he had other things to attend to. The shinigami in his basement would likely be starving, and while he did need her to finish healing, and the only way for her to do that was for her to eat and rest, she was getting one of those down there. Regardless, he had plans that didn't need them to be in full fighting force, and infact benefitted from her current condition. Signalling for Atlas to bring him something, Arcadus took one of the larger utensils off of the table.
10. Moving now to his lounge, Arcadus wondered on his prisoner. His palace was home to many wonders, mostly luxurious rooms and accommodations, or scientific or magical oddities in his workshops, but it was also home to a system of dungeons. Kennels for hollows primarily, but they were not strangers to other creatures and sapients. They were dark, barely lit above pitch black as many hollow creatures did not need for light. In terms of comfort it was a solid zero, the floors cobbled stone, bare of any furnishings and the constant sounds of more bestial hollows howling and straining against the bars, the menagerie of creatures served a few purposes, though those who were taken out did sometimes return, many times they did not.
11. Chika would have not received food during her time there, and she was expected to subsist on the reishi present in the air like lesser hollows, and those creatures there that did need food were instead fed their fellow inmates. The cells walls are formed by bars on three sides, the back wall, which flank the greater hall of each dungeon corridor, is the only solid wall in one’s cell. Often times, beasts will break or worm through the bars to get at another morsel of food, that being their neighbor, though this has not yet happened to Chika.
12. Chika has seen scant little of her jailer but she’s seen many hollows here, and what might be a beastclan member down further in the block. Its been maybe a week, time his hard to track since there isn’t a schedule to anything happening. The few times Arcadus does appear in the dungeon, it is to take a hollow somewhere, and those that go with him do not return the same, if at all. What was potentially worse, was the constant scratching.
13. Resting in his lounge, Arcadus swirled a stemless glass of moscato. He’d finished up some commission work and had come home from gathering materials for future ends later, but for right now he was enjoying a well earned break. A part of that break was, he was going to start a new project, a fun one. That shinigami “acting captain” in his cells, he wanted to go check on them, and start his experiments. He’d already made his “artificial Bakoto” A shell of spiritually charged carapace formed like an oyster shell, to which it had been filtering reishi through it, forming a kind of Rieatsu pearl to substitute for the eye of a Bakotto.
14. He hoped that once he destroyed their original weapon, this new one would bond to them. But only time would tell, and the experiment had to actually happed for results to appear. But it was promising. The mollusk creature was certainly alive, but refused to show itself to him, something stirred in its shell. He could feeling it squirming, like a chick half formed in its egg; barely understanding its surroundings outside its shell. What a fun surprise he hoped this could be, and worst to worse, it would at least be entertaining if not informative.
15. Twirling the polearm in his fingers, Arcadus liked this little thing. fitting more as a short spear at his height and wingspan, he'd enjoyed playing around with it, chipping its edge and cracking its haft in some of his test swings, chipping it on the stone floor. It was a peculiar weapon, and while he had to break it in some, it was fun toy. He was going to enjoy his little performance he was planning, he really hoped it would get a rise out of Chika.
16. Striding down the shorn stone steps, Arcadus could hear the murmuring, and in some cases screams, of his prisoners. The sound enthralled him, and he resisted the need to cup his ear to drink in more of the sound. Restraining himself to a gleeful smile, he walked over to the shinigami's cell, footsteps somehow drowning out terrified wimpers of the other prisoners. Chicka could feel his aura filling the room like gas, choking out other senses or feelings.
17. "If it isn't my favorite prisoner! How are you enjoying your stay?" Arcadus paused for them to respond, but ignored whatever it was they replied with. He was lost in the moment, and for right now he was on script, his words were already written in his mind. "Regardless Chika, I'm going to have some fun with you, and if you keep a positive attitude, you will too. Now, your little Bakkuto. For this experiment, I need to see if someone can bond with my attempt to recreate a one. Of course, this means that you cant already be bonded to one." Twirling the polearm in his hand, the Espada took it, and snapped it over his knee.
18. Arcadus marveled at the shock in the shinigami's face, but as well, at something else. One of the hollows, half dead, had managed to reach out and touch Chika, and with a touch, she disappeared, space warping around her as Arcadus stared in horror, but also keen interest, at the transpiring event. He could sense she was transported back to soul society, judging by the energy coming from the spacial rift. Well, what a shame. He had intended to actually try and see if he'd been successful in making a bakkotto, pride of a shinigami noble house.
19. Venting his frustrations with a kick to the now dead hollow's skull, Arcadus walked back upstair, frustrated but resolved to at least blow off some steam crushing steel with his hands. Moving back to his dining room, Arcadus took the outfit Maximillian had prepared for him. Much more of a worker's outfit, and something that they had actually considered wearing out to the wall building. But se la vie, it was going to be worn today. Comprised of rough black overalls, steel toed and heeled boots, and a loosefitting red shirt.
20.Opening his gargaunta, Arcadus stepped out into the dusty yard, happy to see that there was indeed piles of junk to sort through. At least he'd have something to vent his frustration on and, hopefully, Crystal would be there soon. Who knows, maybe even Marik would appear, given that Crystal had mentioned them being a coworker, and Marik was desperate for funds and for resources to finish the wall. And, in all likelyhood, Arcadus was going to pitch in significantly on that front.
