Post by Hoshi on Mar 14, 2024 14:07:37 GMT -5
When Hoshi was finally given a new body, he had to admit, he was glad he could stop damaging the base by simply being. His powers were great for just being a weapon of mass destruction. Not so much at being a reusable weapon and in the back of his mind, he knew that the cost for having him around had to be piling up. Something he sincerely didn't want to know the specifics on because if he thought the life debt was hard enough to pay back then he couldn't imagine the amount of Ryo he'd have to fork over. Probably more than he could seriously earn in multiple lifetimes. He groaned out loud as he slowly made his way down through various hallways. "Please . . . whatever being is out there. Never let me see the bill for all the damage I've caused. I think my pill would shut down if I did."
He grabbed his face with a hand and just pulled it down before moving his hand to his hair and playing with it. Silky smooth as always, thank god he never had to spend money on keeping his hair like this. That was another bill he couldn't imagine the money needed to maintain such high-quality hair. Which speaking of bills and issues to be, that psycho bitch. In his infinite wisdom he'd dragged her to the base, while unconscious, broken, and burned across her body, and then basically committed a cardinal sin by giving her to R&D. He shuddered heavily, even going so far as to stop walking for a moment. It made him think about how things were when he was in Soul Society. Specifically, Squad 12. It's why he never came to the nerds if he didn't have to. I.E. Orders from on high. Yet he'd just condemned her to possibly a similar fate. . . if there were any who were similar to Squad 12. The thought didn't settle well on him.
He looked into the lighting panel above him. Just what was he supposed to do? He didn't know what the fuck she was. Sure, he was made by mad scientists and fucking freaks of nature. But that didn't mean he could fucking identify other freaks of nature or worse yet, products of such lunatics. No more than anyone else could. It didn't take a fucking genius to see that the woman was some kind of science experiment gone wrong . . . or worse gone right. Another shudder ran through his gigai and he swore he could feel his pill shifting around. As he continued to look into the light above him his mind went back over the recent fight in the marketplace. And while his blood started boiling again, he managed to keep himself calm as he thought over things.
Seriously though, what ARE you? From one body warper to another, you seem like a science fiction or anime monster. Body warping, changing to neon colors, skimpy ass clothing MADE OF SKIN FOR ALL I KNOW, and fucking hair that loreal couldn't fix. Let alone being a literal walking weapons cabinet. Like this is some fucking dark manga bullshit. Next thing I know, she'll be a fucking teenager to boot! God no. GOD. NO. I refuse to believe that. In fact, I refuse to decide what she is as that's not my fucking job. . . but still. . . I hope for her sake they didn't actually do "live" testing on her. Dunno how I'd be able to handle knowing I put her through that. Guess we'll find out when I get there.
Hoshi kept on walking as he went ever deeper into the subterranean depths of the base. He'd only been this new way a few times given he never liked going to the R&D folk. But he had to interrogate this woman as well as get the information he needs from R&D to actually determine just what she was. Let alone try to figure out just what she was doing. Like she couldn't REALLY just want to kill everything that moves let alone breathes. . . He hoped not. With another deep sigh he continued walking further. Down many hallways, down many stairs, even going through a couple elevators because they just had to be somewhere at the deepest fucking part of the base. He rolled his eyes and took out his new phone. It took him 40 minutes to get a new body. 20 to get adjusted to it. 30 to get to his room and get himself put together, and now another 45 just to get to her specific containment room. Too much damn time and now he couldn't even consider the idea of going to the late-night bakery. He put his phone away and clenched his fist as some tears made their way down his face. I'm going to kill this woman if she doesn't have a good reason. Those fucking sweets will have to wait until tomorrow night!
By the time the elevator opened, and he found the specific room he was meant to be in, it was well past 3 am. He rolled his eyes and took a moment to look over his email. Just to see if he got any notifications about this woman. Logging into his work email it turned out, he had a couple emails on her. He smiled for a brief moment only to realize there was so much goddamn jargon that he literally couldn't understand half of it. He squinted at his phone and tried to make his pill and by extension his gigai's brain work in tandem to ensure he had enough computational power to read these fucking emails. One immediate detail he got from her was that she was a soul.
Through and through. He chucked to himself seeing that he was right on that front. She was however similar to a shinigami but evidently not a part of them which made him wonder if she had gone to the Rukongai and then Squad 12 had abducted her. It wasn't impossible but it wasn't their forte either. Not usually. Or at least, not his section. Still, it was a bit concerning to say the least. There was a note regarding he fusion with something called a "bakoto" whatever the fuck that was. It seemed important and he could understand it did something to her body, but she had no idea what. Maybe it was the flesh weapons she made or perhaps it was her hair. But one way or the other it did something to her. And all Hoshi could think of was "mad scientist shit". He shuddered. The rest was lost on him. Jargon about her spiritual energy. Talk about her physicality. A report on the wounds he'd given her, most of which was not insignificant. And some other mumbo jumbo along with papers to try and transfer her over to them for further testing.
He growled at the email that sent over the paperwork for that. He'd deal with the person who thought that was a bright idea later. For now, he had enough of the science departments shit. He put his phone away and let his ID be scanned so he could enter the room. And there she was. Strapped by metal links onto an operating table, though it wasn't flat on its back. She was upright for the time being. She also had a medical gown and a couple IVs in her. They looked to be in her neck, arms, and even a pair in her legs. Hoshi shuddered heavily as he just . . . he was more uncomfortable with the sight before him than he was with her actions previously. This was . . . torture in a way he wasn't fond of. Still hopefully this meant she was much calmer now and wouldn't be fucking crazy when she spoke.
Assuming she was awake. Speaking of, he'd need to bring her back to consciousness if she wasn't already. There was a bottle of some kind near him, and it had a note next to it. "Spiritual stimulant, it'll ensure she can speak if the drugs haven't worn off. Use only a little bit, preferably waft the vapors over her face. DO NOT INJECT INTO HER BODY UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE." The fact that had to be specified was just that much more concerning. Still, he grabbed the bottle and walked over to Madelynn. He patted her cheek and shook her a little. "Hey, wake up. I'd much rather you brought yourself back than use whatever. . . this is. I'll give you a minute but if you don't show a sign. . . well I'm sorry if this shit stinks then." Hoshi would then wait for a moment and if Madelynn didn't respond then he'd open the cap and place the bottle under her nose and wait until she did. He didn't know what the liquid smelled like but couldn't imagine it wasn't awful in some capacity.
He grabbed his face with a hand and just pulled it down before moving his hand to his hair and playing with it. Silky smooth as always, thank god he never had to spend money on keeping his hair like this. That was another bill he couldn't imagine the money needed to maintain such high-quality hair. Which speaking of bills and issues to be, that psycho bitch. In his infinite wisdom he'd dragged her to the base, while unconscious, broken, and burned across her body, and then basically committed a cardinal sin by giving her to R&D. He shuddered heavily, even going so far as to stop walking for a moment. It made him think about how things were when he was in Soul Society. Specifically, Squad 12. It's why he never came to the nerds if he didn't have to. I.E. Orders from on high. Yet he'd just condemned her to possibly a similar fate. . . if there were any who were similar to Squad 12. The thought didn't settle well on him.
He looked into the lighting panel above him. Just what was he supposed to do? He didn't know what the fuck she was. Sure, he was made by mad scientists and fucking freaks of nature. But that didn't mean he could fucking identify other freaks of nature or worse yet, products of such lunatics. No more than anyone else could. It didn't take a fucking genius to see that the woman was some kind of science experiment gone wrong . . . or worse gone right. Another shudder ran through his gigai and he swore he could feel his pill shifting around. As he continued to look into the light above him his mind went back over the recent fight in the marketplace. And while his blood started boiling again, he managed to keep himself calm as he thought over things.
Seriously though, what ARE you? From one body warper to another, you seem like a science fiction or anime monster. Body warping, changing to neon colors, skimpy ass clothing MADE OF SKIN FOR ALL I KNOW, and fucking hair that loreal couldn't fix. Let alone being a literal walking weapons cabinet. Like this is some fucking dark manga bullshit. Next thing I know, she'll be a fucking teenager to boot! God no. GOD. NO. I refuse to believe that. In fact, I refuse to decide what she is as that's not my fucking job. . . but still. . . I hope for her sake they didn't actually do "live" testing on her. Dunno how I'd be able to handle knowing I put her through that. Guess we'll find out when I get there.
Hoshi kept on walking as he went ever deeper into the subterranean depths of the base. He'd only been this new way a few times given he never liked going to the R&D folk. But he had to interrogate this woman as well as get the information he needs from R&D to actually determine just what she was. Let alone try to figure out just what she was doing. Like she couldn't REALLY just want to kill everything that moves let alone breathes. . . He hoped not. With another deep sigh he continued walking further. Down many hallways, down many stairs, even going through a couple elevators because they just had to be somewhere at the deepest fucking part of the base. He rolled his eyes and took out his new phone. It took him 40 minutes to get a new body. 20 to get adjusted to it. 30 to get to his room and get himself put together, and now another 45 just to get to her specific containment room. Too much damn time and now he couldn't even consider the idea of going to the late-night bakery. He put his phone away and clenched his fist as some tears made their way down his face. I'm going to kill this woman if she doesn't have a good reason. Those fucking sweets will have to wait until tomorrow night!
By the time the elevator opened, and he found the specific room he was meant to be in, it was well past 3 am. He rolled his eyes and took a moment to look over his email. Just to see if he got any notifications about this woman. Logging into his work email it turned out, he had a couple emails on her. He smiled for a brief moment only to realize there was so much goddamn jargon that he literally couldn't understand half of it. He squinted at his phone and tried to make his pill and by extension his gigai's brain work in tandem to ensure he had enough computational power to read these fucking emails. One immediate detail he got from her was that she was a soul.
Through and through. He chucked to himself seeing that he was right on that front. She was however similar to a shinigami but evidently not a part of them which made him wonder if she had gone to the Rukongai and then Squad 12 had abducted her. It wasn't impossible but it wasn't their forte either. Not usually. Or at least, not his section. Still, it was a bit concerning to say the least. There was a note regarding he fusion with something called a "bakoto" whatever the fuck that was. It seemed important and he could understand it did something to her body, but she had no idea what. Maybe it was the flesh weapons she made or perhaps it was her hair. But one way or the other it did something to her. And all Hoshi could think of was "mad scientist shit". He shuddered. The rest was lost on him. Jargon about her spiritual energy. Talk about her physicality. A report on the wounds he'd given her, most of which was not insignificant. And some other mumbo jumbo along with papers to try and transfer her over to them for further testing.
He growled at the email that sent over the paperwork for that. He'd deal with the person who thought that was a bright idea later. For now, he had enough of the science departments shit. He put his phone away and let his ID be scanned so he could enter the room. And there she was. Strapped by metal links onto an operating table, though it wasn't flat on its back. She was upright for the time being. She also had a medical gown and a couple IVs in her. They looked to be in her neck, arms, and even a pair in her legs. Hoshi shuddered heavily as he just . . . he was more uncomfortable with the sight before him than he was with her actions previously. This was . . . torture in a way he wasn't fond of. Still hopefully this meant she was much calmer now and wouldn't be fucking crazy when she spoke.
Assuming she was awake. Speaking of, he'd need to bring her back to consciousness if she wasn't already. There was a bottle of some kind near him, and it had a note next to it. "Spiritual stimulant, it'll ensure she can speak if the drugs haven't worn off. Use only a little bit, preferably waft the vapors over her face. DO NOT INJECT INTO HER BODY UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE." The fact that had to be specified was just that much more concerning. Still, he grabbed the bottle and walked over to Madelynn. He patted her cheek and shook her a little. "Hey, wake up. I'd much rather you brought yourself back than use whatever. . . this is. I'll give you a minute but if you don't show a sign. . . well I'm sorry if this shit stinks then." Hoshi would then wait for a moment and if Madelynn didn't respond then he'd open the cap and place the bottle under her nose and wait until she did. He didn't know what the liquid smelled like but couldn't imagine it wasn't awful in some capacity.