Returning an Angel's Wings

”So you were Tsubasa’s mentor in the ways of the blade. Then that would make you a sort of blade master, would it not?”

The information was highly intriguing. Although there were some diminutive traces of information that linked his name to the way of the sword, the revelation came as a surprise. On the other hand, Angel had extensive amounts of data, both anecdotal as well as video feed to go along with Tsubasa’s file; specially detailing his swordsmanship. It was unclear whether this was a case of the student surpassing the master or not, but therein lied part of the surprise. She couldn’t wait to ask, but more importantly see which of the two, Tsubasa or Tatsuya had more skill with the blade. On the other hand, though practically a stranger to her, the Doll was actually looking forward to speaking to the man. Perhaps by learning more about him and his relationships she’d come closer to understanding herself.

”The Doll Mainframe? I wasn’t sure a singular device had been mate to fit there. Thank you very much.”

There was an obvious smile of satisfaction and gratitude visible on her expression. Even with the dark fabric of her blindfold covering her eyes, one could presume with utmost certainty that she was happy. After Tsubasa and the unknown scientist disappeared, Angel took over the Shinigami Doll technology, and pushed the boundaries in the realm of spiritual robotic designs. She knew how to design them, and how to improve them, but the idea of a singular mainframe had eluded her. There was a small area where such an item could fit into, but she had passed it off as the means to add extra storage or processing power to her preset functions. In any case, she took the thin piece of technology with one hand, while hovering the other right above it. Suddenly a form of spongy white support, no bigger than a sugar cube materialized underneath each of her fingertips through one of her techniques. Right away, a golden circle of reishi was created over the item, with several other circles within spinning at different speeds. They produced a set of enochian-like symbols that glowed for about five seconds before disappearing.

”Fascinating construction. The intricate design lends itself to fluidity, update, and is rather non-invasive form of modification. I love it. Would you be so kind as to help me, please?”

There had been far more at play than fancy colors and light shows. In those few seconds Angel had managed to thoroughly scan the device in a variety of ways. She had scanned its physical body and its inside. She had even scanned it for malware or any kind of potentially dangerous complication. The information was then transferred with her energy to the computing center that was her body, much like wifi transferred information. It wasn’t a matter of trust or lack thereof however. The woman simply liked to be prepared and sure of what she did before doing it; especially if she planned to put it inside her body. Taking a set next to him, she turned away from him and let the top of her dress fall down to her waist. The girl found it difficult to feel and understand embarrassment and shame, and thus the situation didn’t evoke the reaction it perhaps should have. Regardless, Tatsuya wouldn’t have been able to see anything other than the smooth life-like nature of her back. Those seating in the direction she faced however would have been treated to a sight very few could claim to deserve.

With one hand she handed the Doll Mainframe back to him momentarily. As she did so, one of her hands would glow with a form of golden reishi, which when positioned over an area on her back revealed a number of noticeable areas that resembled a form screw. And by rapidly vibrating a finger in one of her hands she was easily able to use it to open the compartment for the male to see. Within was a sight very few could comprehend, meant more for a sci fi movie than real life. More importantly there was a hollow portion where the Doll Mainframe could fit perfectly. Once he had position it there, a noticeable click and a flickering light would indicate its successful addition. And doing the same motions in reverse, the girl would close and seal herself back up, before turning around to thank him and pull up her dress; not before he could potentially catch a glimpse at the perfection of her artificial body.

”That should do it. My body is assimilating it perfectly. I should be able to come up with rather interesting discoveries with this. Thank you again. Perhaps as a way to show my gratitude I could show you what it translates to later on today. The possibilities are endless.”

There was no denying she was curious to see his skill with the blade in a spar. The woman was naturally curious to anything which she did not know or understand, and it didn’t restrict her to simply scientific endeavors. If he was as proficient as she imagined, then perhaps she could learn something from him. For as much as she knew and as brilliant as she was, the Doll still considered herself as simply a student with near infinite of knowledge yet to learn. Then he posed a question she hadn’t entertained frankly ever. He was curious about her view of the Unabara Clan, and Tsubasa himself. There really wasn’t much to say. The file she had on the Unabara file was largely outdated. No new information of note worth had been acquired in a while, so if they had largely disappeared, it wouldn’t have been a difficult or shocking news. As such, it was difficult to have an opinion on a family that was seemingly inexistent and whose influence had faded to the point of being forgotten. In fact, Tsubasa was the one name she connected to the clan, and he too had disappeared along with it.

”I know what they were, and some of the changes they exhibited, but I can’t say I have any knowledge, stand, or interest in its affairs. As for Tsubasa, I suppose he holds a form of cherished feeling since he helped the unknown scientist in building me. I owe him thanks for that, and for teaching me the basics that got me started. I hope he’s doing well, wherever he went. That’s all. I apologize if it wasn’t up to your expectations.”

Coding By: [THEFROST]

"There is no such thing as a master, we are all eternal students in the arts we chose." Tatsuya had answered her question without lingering doubt. He didn't believe in the word master all that much. Though he'd been given that title by Tsubasa and others. Tsubasa claimed in pure swordplay he lacked what his mentor had. The purity of the swordplay that Tatsuya held was very alluring and yet lost to the man. This wasn't something he understood as he decided to not discuss the Nobunaga A.I with her yet. She was polite at the very least and did hold herself well. He'd done a good thing regardless of his stupid pupil knowing it or not. "You are welcome, what I meant to clarify what I said earlier. Master's are often depicted as people with nothing left to learn. I believe we all learn as we go, some of us are further along and get called that. But we are still learning tricks of the trade and developing. " He said sipping from his drink as he sat still. Letting her examine the device closely.

He'd already done scans and such on it with his portions. Tatsuya didn't want to unveil everything yet. As for whatever the Doll Mainframe did for the girl it was unknown to him. Records held that Tsubasa's first daughter created by him was the former holder. But this thing was small and intricate for the purpose of not being invasive. So the question of what it could do didn't really strike a chord with him. Though he could admit that Tsubasa had done miracles with his inventive skills. But no organization would touch him or accept his help. He was a man without countries given no chance to do anything. A man without countries or possibilities. He was a crumbling kingdom oh lost the light he needed for sustaining. Tatsuya didn't have to rely on others for that need. His thoughts were broken by the female's question. That's when she did something surprising. Tatsuya didn't have a gentle set of hands sadly. When you fight claw and deal with a savage place for your life.

As the girl sat next to him he got to see the craftsmanship. This was almost akin to human skin or perhaps it was. He'd not do anything rude here though in his homeland this would have been seen as an offer. Women didn't exactly line up due to his personal issues. Bringing a single hand up he rested on her hip though not gently. The female would feel hands rough and happened by holding the sword for so many years. Imprints of his sword's handle could be felt through the skin almost. Tatsuya had held his sword so often as a boy to these years it was imprinted in his hand. His hand held the familiar device again it felt so fragile again. Like it had been made of cardboard almost. Making it very easy to break but that wasn't the case. It was deceptive in its appearance and something is hidden with it. Gripping her hip carefully the female would get a feeling for his hand. He brought it up to her neck slowly. Pushing the device into that area hearing the click. His hand ran down her spine softly as he felt her skin beneath him.

It did bring a certain sense of excitement to feel her. He didn't know what she'd feel from this as his hands were heavy and rough. Had he chosen to grope her she'd of likely been left with a mark. Tatsuya's grip strength was rather absurd but he got a sense of something. She was heavier than she let on due to the mechanical gear she wore. But Tatsuya didn't know how to be gentle due to his upbringing. Some things were lost in translation as it was often said. He let the female go as his hand left her hip and returned to his side. The bar had gotten an interesting view. Seeing her front though he was more of an ass man in the long run. So his was better if he was asked as he settled into his chair. When she spoke of a reward for helping her. He didn't really see one better than one he'd gotten. This was the law of the jungle often times. But this wasn't home and she was deserving a pardon for that. After all couldn't just take her here on the table.

"Sorry the technological stuff was never my strong point, where I hail from we aren't as advanced. In some ways were very primitive. Behind the times in quite a few areas. But that's expected if one thing about it in the long term. Tatsuya said admitting to her the difference in location to it all. He'd seen very rarely this level of technological level and depth anywhere in the world. He wasn't completely naive to the difference in home and here. Couldn't be that stupid about everything. She did enlighten him on one question he had. How much was she similar to him. There were selective differences but he detected her skin was either a very close to him. Or it was the same thing as his and just enhanced or enriched perhaps. Those sort of things only gave him a headache in the long run. He'd much rather of just dealt with the savages and the hollows near New Honoji. They were simpler times instead of all this crap his student dumped in his lap.

"I see, thank you for giving me something to go off of. It makes my choice a lot easier now seeing all the points of view possible from the outside." Tatsuya said softly as he acknowledged it silently. The Unabara had their final moments of greatness. Tsubasa was destined to not have a family as large or as potent. He was meant to be alone for this swan song and see things go from here. Tatsuya couldn't see a reason this family should survive any longer by clawing by. Destruction and choices made by their leader had broken them again and again. It was time for them to quietly vanish into the shadows without but a memory of their time. If anyone should stumble across the former Pale Rider it would be up to him how it went. But he doubted that would happen as the man went where very few can follow. Following him at this point simply was a joke as Tatsuya knew well enough his student was beyond the reach of himself and many. Maybe a few could find him on this journey of atonement and purification but Tatsuya doubted it would serve anything.