It lives? A second body!

BAM!

The walls of the compound shook with force as the door to one room flew from its hinges and in to the opposite wall of the hallway it had faced. Within the room bodies littered the floor, a single table upturned and against the wall, the body that had been upon it nearby in several pieces. Medical tools lay scattered around the room as the pink haired female glared at the table from where it lay. Letting out a huff, her hazel eyes scanned the room once before moving to retrieve the tools that lay upon the ground after the little bout of anger had upturned it. Righting the table, she placed the tools in their rightful place before dragging another body on to the table. The corpse was fresh, the young teenager it had belonged to having died only a day ago. However, that made it perfect for Kor-tatha’s uses, a grim frown upon the arrancar’s face.

What am I doing wrong? Why won’t it work?

These were the questions that plagued her, the fact that she had made almost no headway in her research frustrated her greatly.

Okay, let’s calm down. I’ve been trying to create psychic construct to replace the mind, of course it would fail so often. It does seem to be working up to a point, but it unravels to quickly for actual use. Maybe… maybe try to transplant my psyche temporarily in to one? Could that work? It should… alright.

Kor-tatha knew what she was doing was dangerous, she knew she was being an idiot on some level, but she had to figure out some way to make this work! Sitting cross legged on the ground next to the table. Her eyes closed, calming breaths entering her as she focused inward on her psyche. She was a master of psychic abilities, surely if anyone could manage to separate their psyche from their body it was her. Sweat rolled down her brow as she focused, pain shooting through her for a moment as finally, her psyche was disconnected from the mind that had held it. With huge effort, she forced her psyche in to the body that lay upon the table, latching it on to the brain that had been left behind. As it finally connected, the body of the arrancar, fall to the ground, conscious having left her the instant her psyche had.

From atop the table, the psyche of Kor-tatha went in to overdrive, her telekinetic ability traveling down the body to heal the wound that had originally killed the child. A needle attached to a tube was stuck in to the body’s arm, pumping blood back in to the dead body. And with one more forceful use of her psychic abilities, the heart of the body began to pump blood through the body. With a gasp, the body began to breath, Kor-tatha having to consciously force all of the normally unconscious actions of the body to happen. So it was that for the first time in her life, Kor-tatha spoke through the mouth of the body she inhabited.

“It worked!”