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Finding Hebi
Sat Dec 16, 2017 11:36 am
The Quincy Prodigy
Sofia Montero
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The morning was bright, with sunshine and chirping, yet something felt off right as she was sleeping. In the dark of the night, a shadow had came, and it shared not its presence or purpose, or name. A scarlet red letter had been left to her side, the contents of which she couldn’t deny. It spoke of her gift, of promised desire, and it meshed rather well with all she aspired. So taking the letter to turn it around, its contents gave way to a hole on the ground.
”Down this route I go,” said the voice of the girl quite gently yet brave, as she jumped down that hole as it seemed to be safe.
Sent off to a place she didn’t know well, it seemed to be useless to try call for help. Spying instead a silhouette at a corner, the Quincy couldn’t tell if her search was now over. So reaching hand forth to grab to its shoulder, it seemed just as thought it was built like boulder.
”Are you Santa?” Spoke the girl in blatant surprise, for the fabled man looked not like he was described.
It was yet to be seen if he was Santa or something else, as he appeared with no whistles, or beauty, or bells. Yet an effort she made to seem kind and respectful, for a gift was a gift and she was really quite grateful. So standing quite still she awaited the gift she requested, though she couldn’t image just how it was created.
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Re: Finding Hebi
Sun Dec 17, 2017 1:44 pm
Blue smoke rose from the lips of the male as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes roaming around the desk where he kept his toys. They really were just toys, to him. The Doctor did not see his forays in the various fields of academia as anything truly scientific. He just dabbled, and made paltry offerings. This keychain was an example; who knew if it would ever even see use? The thing required the faith of the user to do anything, and was not even what the person had actually requested. In some ways, though, that was how the Doctor enjoyed it. Life in general did not give individuals exactly what they wanted. Such a world would be boring, with far too much order. The Doctor could not imagine being in such a place. So it was that his creations were just a touch off from what the user typically desired. The one which concerned him the most was the one asking for what the Doctor essentially viewed as an ability. What they were hoping for was not a simple object, but something related to their own abilities, an extension of their function. The Doctor had requested the requestor to stop by his laboratory, in order to do some tests. It made him smile just thinking about it. He was within his private meditation chambers; a place filled with bones and blood stains. Or at least, stains in the blood. The entire room was blood red, with splotches of white tile, as if the tile had been what had been splattered across the ground. "…Hello there, Miss Revolution…" A soft voice answered her question, turning in the chair he was sitting in. The room was lit by candlelight, illuminating the yellow snake-like eyes of the man before her. His arms were wrapped around the office chair's back, his chin resting on them. "…No…" His lips spread across his face, the edges pointing upwards. "I am… simply a helper…" His eyes began to change as they looked at her, the single reptilian lines replaced by several black circles, the rest of his eyes going red. To his mind, her body began to separate. Her clothing, its material's that made it up. Her bare body, what it possessed, the energy trails that lead to various areas. Her internal network of energy came under his gaze, and past that even her organs. Shifting his focus, he began to pay attention to her energy network, his eyes wide before her. The Doctor was a lithe man with gray mop-like hair, a red cloak covering his body, hood draped over the top of his head. Who knew how she would take that scene; but if she wanted what she did, she would probably listen. "…Demonstrate your ability… Heiling Buchstabe… Show it to me." He instructed her, the smile growing on his lips. His accent was flawless. Containing his excitement would be difficult at this point; this would be new information for him… |
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Re: Finding Hebi
Sun Dec 17, 2017 6:23 pm
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THE QUINCY PRODIGY
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The voice uttered throughout her surroundings, giving way to the truth she knew yet avoided. He wasn’t Santa. Let’s be fair, the old fat dude was simply a tale; folklore. Children and adult mainly clung to the idea because the thought of receiving something from someone else was kinda nice, even if one happened to convince themselves of some odd fairy tale.
”Yea, I figured.”
Despite the realization however, the Quincy seemed to be more interested in her surroundings than the fact that he wasn’t whom she would’ve liked him to be. There were a plethora of tools and items all around her. None were of any kind she was familiar with but they intrigued her nonetheless. Was the man an inventor? Was he a scientist? Maybe a bit of both. Sofia lived for art, as well as other things, and frankly, there was art in just about anything that required creative and ingenuity as a core requirement. And despite lack of artistic inclination or affiliation with the term, any inventor was in a way, an artist. The girl herself had actually ventured into the realm of creation and tinkering with the abstract and the mechanical. In an effort to better understand and further her passion, she had sought to become acquainted with several means of artistic endeavors.
His next set of words startled her momentarily albeit in the best of ways. He knew of her technique but after all, it made sense; she wrote about it. And it made sense that for her request to be fulfilled, she would need to showcase just what exactly it did, and how it did it. There would be no nervousness or fear or even restrain. Instead, a pure and sincere grin of anything but innocent origins became obvious in her expression as she tried her best to hold back the excitement and the laughter. Exactly why would she laugh and why was it so funny? It was hard to tell, and she certainly wouldn’t. But then again, that was part of the joke. Sofia would extend one of her hands before her, rays of reishi and waves of reiryoku quickly flowing from underneath her feet all around her body and towards her hands. From her fingertip, a miniscule letter E appeared as a sort of tiny hologram in the air. In an instant, the letter would extend rapidly at near blinding speeds to a maximum height of over 10 meters before caving unto itself and disappearing into nothingness. The momentary height of the letter would’ve been no issue since after all, it wasn’t something tangible but rather a form of visualized energy or projection, much like a hologram. By then, the same smell letter e should’ve been branded unto both the ‘Santa Helper’ before her, and Sofia as well. It happened to be branded right over her midsection and away from view. His would have been branded somewhere along the middle of his back. The actual branding caused no pain and no real notice to allow anyone to take heed or caution of it. After all, as a form of magnet, the technique had fired off and latched onto whatever form of strong spiritual energy that was unlike Sofia’s.
“You see? There’s really nothing special to it. That was it.”
As soon as she had spoken, picking the letter o out of her first word, Sofia would have the small letter mark an area relatively close to the original. Like before, it caused her no pain and no discomfort, and it created no discernable way of noticing. However, the letter was only branded onto her as the target needed to speak for a letter to be picked from their first word. It wasn’t exactly how she had designed her request for her gift to work, but she imagined the Santa Helper had asked to see her technique not to copy it, but perhaps to figure out just how he could achieve the desired result. In any case, with the letters e and o on her body she couldn’t really make anything. But then again, he still hadn’t spoken. But to be fair, the technique wasn’t one that would allow for any real effect right off the bat as it took a lot of time to set up for anything useful. It wasn’t very different from what she imagined of the gift she requested.
”Was there anything you saw from it that caught your attention? I’d like to hear your thoughts.”
In part, she was truly curious as to his opinion. After all, while it wasn’t an item or a mechanical invention, Sofia had managed to create art. It was a unique technique that used her mastery over reishi and reiryoku as well as her artistic inclination to make something sublime. At the same time however, she really wanted him to speak, hopefully a few time to truly kickstart her ability and start adding letters unto his figure. The fun was about to begin.
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