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Post by Xaifer Regneis on Dec 30, 2010 1:02:35 GMT -5
What was it!? What was it?! WHAT WAS IT?! And then "IT" came out. It was a brown Labradoodle. A. Brown. Labra. Freaking. Doodle. It was cute to! Its apperance would stun Manabu for a brief moment. It just looked at Manabu for a moment, walked down the hall, stood in front of the door, which opened, and walked in. Thats all that happened. Then something touched his shoulder. It was another hand. Exept this time... it was a SKELETAL hand. Something jerked Manabu around and made it face him. It was... A MANGLED CORPSE?! "GYAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!! DO YOU FEAR DEATH LITTLE BOY HMM!?!" the corpse cackled out. The flesh then fell off from it, forming a lump underneath it. Now all that was left was a skeleton. It was still laughing. It was just about to get Manabu wheeenn... It ended. Just like that. Everything was back to normal. No blood, no corpse, no nothing. Well... except for on thing. An inscription by the door. It looked like it was written in blood. It spelled out, "Do you fear the unknown?". There was also an arrow pointing at the door. What could be behind it!?
Post by Manabu Brock on Dec 30, 2010 1:26:39 GMT -5
Manabu let out a startled yell when he turned. The whole thing suddenly ended.
"No, I don't actually fear death. I do fear the unknown in certain contexts. After the initial shock of the undead guy there, this isn't a terribly intimidating doorway. I'd be obliged if I didn't have to open it myself just now. My hands are full."
Post by Xaifer Regneis on Dec 30, 2010 19:43:31 GMT -5
The door slammed open, as if someone from behind had thrown it open. It did much more than just open though, suddenly, a huge tunnel of wind started to suck Manabu in. It got stronger and stronger, finally it sucked him in. Then he fell. He fell for a long while, passing extremely frightening things all portraying the unknown. It was specificly made by Manabu's fear of the unknown in certain contexts, as if it was MADE for him. Finally he got to the bottom.
"Well, how did you find day one?" a voice from behind said. Who was it?! When Brock turned around, it was Zanken!
Post by Manabu Brock on Dec 31, 2010 12:29:41 GMT -5
Manabu looked at him coldly. His face was expressionless. There wasn't menace. There was not much of anything. The light in Manabu's eyes was much darker now. Zanken would still be able to see the Manabu Brock to which he was accustomed somewhere far away in the back of his eyes, but right now he was predominately a Manabu who had not really been seen in Soul Society. This one was more akin to the one who had stabbed himself with the Zanpakuto of the Hokkaido Shinigami ten years ago.
Post by Xaifer Regneis on Jan 6, 2011 19:56:31 GMT -5
Zanken stared back into Brock's eyes coldly as well. However, Zanken's eyes held a different kind of coldness. The coldness of darkness, the emptiness of the void, the deepness of the ocean. It was these quality in Zanken's eyes that far outmatched whatever coldness Brock had in his. It was so great that Brock was being snapped back to his senses, and he would notice that he seemed to be drawing nearer to Zanken. "Well then. Are you ready to continue?" Zanken asked coldly again.
Post by Manabu Brock on Jan 6, 2011 20:01:01 GMT -5
Manabu was beginning to come out of his depression, but it would take time for him to fully recover. If not for this extreme state, he would never speak to a Vice Captain or even a perfect stranger so tersely. "Does it matter?"
Post by Xaifer Regneis on Jan 6, 2011 20:08:41 GMT -5
"Does it matter? Of course it matters. If you become too submersed in the Darkness, your mind will be broken and your body will be left a hollow shell." Zanken said simply. Clearly it wasn't a matter of any sort of will power here. The longer you lingered in the illusions, the worse it got.
Post by Manabu Brock on Jan 6, 2011 20:27:29 GMT -5
"Fascinating. How might I determine whether I'm ready? Should I expect an arithmetic continuation of my descent or something more accelerated? Might you be able to tell just by observing me? I suppose the question is whether you were asking me out of necessity or politeness. Perhaps we should just continue, and you can end the technique shortly before you think I'll be lost. Does that sound reasonable?"
Post by Xaifer Regneis on Jan 6, 2011 20:53:42 GMT -5
"In the state you're in. . . you won't last thirty seconds when I activate it." Zanken simply said. Zanken nodded that he would end the illusion before Brock had his mind shattered though. With that, Zanken burst into little motes of dark light that flew out everywhere. Well. It had begun. Suddenly the motes of dark light reformed into another figure? No! Wait, it was. . . Manabu? Wait. Two Manabus!? Something bad was going down. The wierd part was that Manabu could see out of BOTH of the Manabu's. However he could only do one at a time. Suddenly, the new Manabu looked down at his hand in horror. Even though it was far away, Manabu could see what was happening as clearly as if he was right up close. There was a blade sticking out of it. Suddenly, various blades of all sizes suddenly zoomed out of nowhere, impaling the Manabu with swords and spears and all manners of bladed weaponry. Manabu could feel it as if it were HIM taking the blows to. This was insanely scary for Manabu, and why? Zanken had put the fear of being stabbed into Manabu. But it was a specific kind of stabbing. If Manabu noticed, the OTHER Manabu was actually stabbing himself rapidly! The fear of stabbing ones self. Then, it ended it. With multiple weapons in it, it took a small dagger out and plunged it into its heart, and it fell over dead on the floor. Suddenly, Manabu's arms began acting of their own accord. It was Manabu's turn now.
Last Edit: Jan 6, 2011 20:56:43 GMT -5 by Xaifer Regneis
Post by Manabu Brock on Jan 6, 2011 21:41:48 GMT -5
Manabu watched, so to speak, as his hands cracked their knuckles. His right hand drew his tanto and waved it playfully back and forth in front of him. The hand brought the blade close and moved it away. Manabu would have been frozen in terror if he'd had control of his body. His hand turned the tanto around as his body sat down. He began stabbing toes alternating right and left feet. He proceeded up his legs and ended at his neck.
He would have lost consciousness and probably even died of blood loss alone by now in reality, but the illusion maintained his ability to watch and experience pain and fear. After cutting up his face, his hand deposited the tanto in his heart. Then his hands took out his wakizashi, pointed it directly at his eye, and slowly slid it in while Manabu "screamed" horribly in his head. The very same happened with his katana in his other eye. Now that all three blades were resting in there assigned spots, Manabu's mouth began to move.
Post by Xaifer Regneis on Jan 6, 2011 21:51:05 GMT -5
Just as Manabu uttered those words, something happened. Reality seemed to rip itself appart. Instead though, it only seemed like the blackness was affected. It fell in tattered heaps, and a piece of black cloth like stuff fell on Manabu's shoulder, before vanishing straight away. The illusion was done and over. Total time? Twenty seconds. Pain and fear had made it seem longer. Zanken's Bankai faded and Zanken now looked like he normally did.
"Well, that was interesting. The illusion has implanted a fear of you stabbing yourself now. The only way to dispell the fear is to gather enough power and break the fear. Now then, how do you feel after facing your fears?" Zanken said and asked.
Post by Manabu Brock on Jan 7, 2011 17:21:39 GMT -5
Manabu looked up at Zanken. He was lying down now. He couldn't really remember how he came to be in that position, but he didn't really care.
"Depressed."
Manabu didn't say anything else. He just stared. He wasn't staring at Zanken or anything else. Just staring. His face was stone. His whole body had become stone. The world kept moving, but Manabu had nothing to do with it now.
Post by Xaifer Regneis on Jan 7, 2011 19:08:50 GMT -5
Zanken sighed and sweat dropped. Zanken took something out of his trench coat. It was a square bar of something. Zanken tossed it to Manabu, but since he wasn't moving it was probably going to hit him in the chest or the face. "Eat that. It should help a bit." was all Zanken said. What was it? It was. . . it was. . . chocolate!? Well, chocolate DID help depressed people feel better most of the time. Zanken then also said, "Don't you have a promise to keep? To someone other than me I mean."
Post by Manabu Brock on Jan 8, 2011 20:34:31 GMT -5
Manabu lay still as expected as the chocolate landed somewhere on him. Zanken's words had landed somewhere near his ears. Eventually, the first sentence registered as a suggestion from a Vice Captain, so it was filed as an order. Manabu managed to somehow unwrap the bar and take a bite. It tasted good. It was milk chocolate. Dark chocolate usually created a more chocolaty reaction. This was OK though. Milk chocolate often made up for its chocolate deficiencies with a better sugar content. Manabu ate absentmindedly.
Eventually the other thing Zanken said made its way through the fog of depression. It was a question. There was no answer recalled from the fully processed archives. There were vastly massive stores of information and experience in those archives. Just about everything ends up in the archives eventually. Whether something has reached the archives is a function of how recently it entered the brain and how much processing it requires. Complicated things take longer. Things that apparently contradict previously archived things take longer. Some things also require repeated input. Long strings of words usually require repeated input. Things that cause a lot of pain usually don't.
Whatever promise or promises Zanken was talking about were not being recalled. Manabu looked at Zanken quizzically.