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Severed Ties and Mended Minds[Atlas]
Sun Jul 07, 2019 12:02 am
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Grass tickled the his digits as he walked barefoot among a valley that seemed never ending. The flowers blossomed as his kimono drifted beyond each individual bud, the soles of his feet itching for adventure. He'd drift his hands among the plantlife that could reach his towering figure, grasping a pedal with pinch before feeling the texture of it. The vibrancy of the landscape was surreal, too good to be true. The silence that captivated the area was almost a high amongst the many stimulations his sensors felt while within the land. One thing that held the most true, however, was a vibrance that he had grown to forget over the years. One that slowly grew in strength as he continued on his path. If he closed his eyes it was like a ribbon dangled before his eyes leading him the right direction, but there was no need for that. He already been on this bike once before and now that he was pedaling it was second nature to him once more.
His movements slowly turned to a light jog as the sensation crept upon his other senses. The smell, the taste, the sound, the feel, and soon the sight. The aged infrastructure of a Japanese home from the early 1200s slowly crept upon the horizon. It was the home of Nakigitsune, jogging his memory in this short endeavor to have a conversation with him. Yet, as he made his way to the entrance, the gates would slam right before him. A figure visible in the distance that held company with Nakigitsune, a silhouette that he couldn't make out.
Jolting from his bed he would return to reality once more, his breath heavy and a look of concern smeared over his face. He reminised on the dream for a moment, but the more he thought about it the further the images seemed to move away from his mind before they were forgotten. He looked to his side to see his Zanpakuto propped against his bed, a curtain drawn around his area for privacy. The room had activity within it, conversations among other atendees. He remembered where he was, the fight he had with Atlas and how he thought he had regained his strength. But who was that person?
It was no use, he brought his head back down to the pillow. The pain he once felt seemed to had completely vanished. Unsure of how long it had been since their fight, though he couldn't imagine something like a femur that was completely fractured along with the muscle being completely mutilated being healed in a matter of days. He shifted the blankets over, grasping his thigh. A hint of soreness, but nothing that would change the image of his visage.
A nurse noticed his awakening by the subtle sounds coming from his bed. Peaking her head in, "Everything alright in here?" She'd query with a pleasantry about her. Torabevu would nod softly, before sliding his feet off the bed, his legs following. Yep, everything worked as it did before.
Torabevu looked over to the nurse who stayed to see his progress, "How long has it been?"
"Oh, eight days." The nurse's response baffled Torabevu, his eyes growing wide before she would give a somber smile before retreating to check in other patients.
Vastime... What a place.
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Re: Severed Ties and Mended Minds[Atlas]
Sun Jul 07, 2019 7:32 pm
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The WARHOUND
The endeavor of Atlas d'al Decter required him to remain constantly busy, be it speaking in the Cortes or dealing with military matters. But through all that he had always managed to squeeze in some time to pay a visit to a private medical facility. One which he was currently footing the bill for that Kuchiki of whom he had a mildly impressive fight. Thankfully no lasting damage was invoked on the man, but for Atlas he currently was suffering from three thin scars which ran across his right eye now. Such was the price of being a mere human blessed with some durability.
But the sun was beginning to set indicating it was time he made his daily visit, Tora had improved far quicker than one might've expected being an outsider of Vastime. But their medical processes both energy based and more practical in their technology allowed for such things, they needed to be able to stay on the cutting edge of such things.
Finally, Atlas would step into a small alcove of a room as his head turned scanning the room. It would not be long before he set his sights on Tora, offering a nod as if approvingly at his prim and proper condition. He'd place his coat on a rack which was next to the door as he approached, his hands behind his back.
"I trust your rest was acceptable?"
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The endeavor of Atlas d'al Decter required him to remain constantly busy, be it speaking in the Cortes or dealing with military matters. But through all that he had always managed to squeeze in some time to pay a visit to a private medical facility. One which he was currently footing the bill for that Kuchiki of whom he had a mildly impressive fight. Thankfully no lasting damage was invoked on the man, but for Atlas he currently was suffering from three thin scars which ran across his right eye now. Such was the price of being a mere human blessed with some durability.
But the sun was beginning to set indicating it was time he made his daily visit, Tora had improved far quicker than one might've expected being an outsider of Vastime. But their medical processes both energy based and more practical in their technology allowed for such things, they needed to be able to stay on the cutting edge of such things.
Finally, Atlas would step into a small alcove of a room as his head turned scanning the room. It would not be long before he set his sights on Tora, offering a nod as if approvingly at his prim and proper condition. He'd place his coat on a rack which was next to the door as he approached, his hands behind his back.
"I trust your rest was acceptable?"
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Mon Jul 08, 2019 10:30 pm
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"Ah, General Decter."
He would greet the man as he entered the room, his sight drew to him from his dangling leds as Atlas entered the room. While he held a bit of disdain toward the man for getting the better of him, he couldn't help but respect his stature and promptness. He found him to be something like that of an orchestra, his many instruments known as his techniques and abilities working in a wonderful symphony to create the masterpiece that was his combat. He had no other choice but to respect him, he had helped him in the least sensible way in a whim. Without even knowing anything more than his name. Yet, it was exactly what he needed. For his body to be knocked about for the simple reason of just needing to be knocked around. It was something that only men could understand, in all honesty.
When the hospitality of the facility came into question he would give a modest smile, nodding softly. "Yes, I must say this is the best I've felt in... Well, let's just say a very long time. I must say that the composition of this infrastructure is quite the spectacle." The nurse began attending to the IVs as she started checking his vitals in preparation for his discharge. Looking down the back of the woman in a sly manner as she reached down the trolly grabbing the device's cord to check his blood pressure. He raised his brows in amusement, looking over to Atlas from the corner of his eye before giving a light chuckle. "So then, tell me. To what do I have the pleasure of being humbled by your presence. Surely you aren't the type to check in on someone daily. If you are then my apologies, however, I feel as though there is a silver lining to your visit."
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Re: Severed Ties and Mended Minds[Atlas]
Tue Jul 09, 2019 12:16 am
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"I did, my schedule permits me personal time. I saw fit to oversee your management, if only out of obligation."
if he seemed irked at the comment of constantly visiting he did not show it, only offering a brief explanation of why. When in the position of Atlas you where afforded many luxeries in life, one of those was deciding how to spend one's time when not busy. On top of paying for the treatment of Tora there was always other things he could admire within the hospital, such as the professional staff which conducted themselves greatly. As if on cue the woman would finish their treatment on Tora, before turning to see the General getting a little red in the face. She'd offer a quick bow before departing to leave the two to their privacy.
It was a shame really, she was quite the beautiful thing. He supposed customs dictate that he should notice such things, least he begins to look 'unlordly.' But that was neither hear nor there was he settled his mixed gaze on Tora, a ghost of a smile appearing. It was pleasing to see his recovery but more important was other matters.
"I shall get to point; I wish to bring you under my service. I am in need of a squire, one who possess some skill in combat and willingness to learn out customs. You would be paid a stipend, and upon completion of your service become knighted within The Order of Saint Marcus, of which I am the Sword-Master." It was curt, and a quick explantion of what he offered. In this moment he'd take a few steps to Torabevu, intense eyes peering at the man. As if stressing what a chance this would be.
"The position may seem under you, but if you accept you shall gain more than you ever dreamed of. There is a fire within you. Allow me to cultivate it, and in doing so pay service to something far greater than us."
He did not need to say it, for they both knew the name of which he spoke. To pay service to Vastime, that which was more revered than either of the two could hope to achieve. In Atlas time he has come to believe that his purpose was meant for this nation, and in Tora he saw a man desperately in need of a purpose to throw off the shackles which held him down. Thus, it was natural that fate brought these two together.
Tora was offered the chance to serve, and that priceless.
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"I did, my schedule permits me personal time. I saw fit to oversee your management, if only out of obligation."
if he seemed irked at the comment of constantly visiting he did not show it, only offering a brief explanation of why. When in the position of Atlas you where afforded many luxeries in life, one of those was deciding how to spend one's time when not busy. On top of paying for the treatment of Tora there was always other things he could admire within the hospital, such as the professional staff which conducted themselves greatly. As if on cue the woman would finish their treatment on Tora, before turning to see the General getting a little red in the face. She'd offer a quick bow before departing to leave the two to their privacy.
It was a shame really, she was quite the beautiful thing. He supposed customs dictate that he should notice such things, least he begins to look 'unlordly.' But that was neither hear nor there was he settled his mixed gaze on Tora, a ghost of a smile appearing. It was pleasing to see his recovery but more important was other matters.
"I shall get to point; I wish to bring you under my service. I am in need of a squire, one who possess some skill in combat and willingness to learn out customs. You would be paid a stipend, and upon completion of your service become knighted within The Order of Saint Marcus, of which I am the Sword-Master." It was curt, and a quick explantion of what he offered. In this moment he'd take a few steps to Torabevu, intense eyes peering at the man. As if stressing what a chance this would be.
"The position may seem under you, but if you accept you shall gain more than you ever dreamed of. There is a fire within you. Allow me to cultivate it, and in doing so pay service to something far greater than us."
He did not need to say it, for they both knew the name of which he spoke. To pay service to Vastime, that which was more revered than either of the two could hope to achieve. In Atlas time he has come to believe that his purpose was meant for this nation, and in Tora he saw a man desperately in need of a purpose to throw off the shackles which held him down. Thus, it was natural that fate brought these two together.
Tora was offered the chance to serve, and that priceless.
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Tue Jul 09, 2019 1:06 am
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Tora was baffled by the assertion that the general displayed. Sure, he was looking for a reason to make use of his blade, but he hadn't expected for the narrative to come about like this. Taking a moment for himself, he'd begin to run through methodical sequence of brain processes that would bring about the benefits and consequences to this. Yet, he couldn't find there to be anything of a negative nature, but the shear brawn of Atlas's full frontal request was something that flattered him to an extent. To hear someone deem worthy enough to hold potential. Well, it was the ego boost he needed after their skirmish, this was factual.
Yet, something in him held his mouth from speaking. His alliance to the Gotei seemed to be the cause of this. While he wasn't a member of the organization, his family still held strong ties within it. Yet, having a member of the Kuchiki family in the ranks of Vastime also held its advantages. The first of his name to be a member of Vastime, it truly was something greater than he was or even than what the Kuchiki name was in and of itself.
His palms pressed into his thighs, aiding him to his feet. He rotated his discs in his shoulders, growing kind to the revitalized body he now held. A tent pitched from his morning glory within the hospital gown that was provided to him as he reached his hand out to shake the only one that Atlas had.
"It would be an honor."
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Re: Severed Ties and Mended Minds[Atlas]
Tue Jul 09, 2019 2:01 am
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Words which pleased him to hear. However, that pleasure was simply preordained by something higher than he. Even the brief amusement he felt was but the instinctual tug of a far greater force, as the ghost of a smile on his lips seemed to grow slightly. It was time to move one from such things however, leading to something else entirely. For as Tora raised his hand he would find that Atlas would place his hand upon his head, the singular head pushing downward as if to force him to his knees. Despite the sorry state of the man ceremony dictated they acted.
"Kneel."
The word invoked power behind it, with such force it felt as if a command by a divine himself was issued. This was the first time that Tora had truly experienced Atlas enacting such will utmost the earth. There was no resisting such an endeavor, but he could if he wished however unwise that might be. If he was dropped to his knees the gloved hand would remove it's self from his head. His vibrant miscolor'd eyes gazing down at him as in one swift motion he gripped the hilt of his saber. A single fluid motion would be heard as the slick sound of metal sliding free could be heard.
Immediately Tora would see the blade thrum with energy, spiritual in nature as runes flared on the edge. The runes glowing a fiery red, as flames seemed to lick at the edge of the blade. And in another smooth motion he'd find the blade resting just barely at his adam's apple. Almost nicking the flesh, but definitely hot enough to be felt uncomfortably. It was time for the oath to be sworn.
""Do you, Torabevu Kuchiki , swear to enforce the lawful orders of Desmond Marcus Erasmus d'al Cunaris ae Hayden, maintaining the integrity and realm security while also obeying the orders of those placed above you, your superiors?"
It was the first part of an oath which would be made in the eyes of every Vastimian saint. It was clear that Atlas took this practice seriously, as he had not even bothered to prepare the man for such a force. Even now as he spoke with utter conviction, like a religious fanatic brought to bare, he could feel the eleven hand-widths of death barely not touching his throat.
Provided he said something of a confirmation, Atlas would continue.
"Do, Torabevu Kuchiki, swear to protect the interests and the person of His Majesty, to serve this vital task so long as you have an arm to swing, a leg to stand upon, and eyes to see with?"
Each word was invoked with force, as if each affirmative he had given was tying their fates together. For everytime he spoke there would be no going back between these two men. The blade felt hot just being near their throat.
"Do you, Torabevu Kuchiki, swear to live a life clean of mind and body, to be an example to those who serve aside you and below you? Do you swear to serve honorably alongside your king?"
A final question.
"By the Authority the realm of Vastime has invoked in my being, I Atlas George Pierre d'al Bastard ae Decter, Hereby name you my squire."
Torabevu would find the blade being slowly removed for the time being, most likely indicating the ceremony was over. But instead he would find the pommel of the blade striking his forehead with surprising speed and force, no doubt able to draw blood. Atlas would finally begin to sheathe the blade.
"Arise, squire. And let that be the last insult to go pass unanswered."
A finally, should he be accepting of all that. Ceremony was over.
"Clean yourself. And put proper clothes on. There is work to be done, Kuchiki."
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Words which pleased him to hear. However, that pleasure was simply preordained by something higher than he. Even the brief amusement he felt was but the instinctual tug of a far greater force, as the ghost of a smile on his lips seemed to grow slightly. It was time to move one from such things however, leading to something else entirely. For as Tora raised his hand he would find that Atlas would place his hand upon his head, the singular head pushing downward as if to force him to his knees. Despite the sorry state of the man ceremony dictated they acted.
"Kneel."
The word invoked power behind it, with such force it felt as if a command by a divine himself was issued. This was the first time that Tora had truly experienced Atlas enacting such will utmost the earth. There was no resisting such an endeavor, but he could if he wished however unwise that might be. If he was dropped to his knees the gloved hand would remove it's self from his head. His vibrant miscolor'd eyes gazing down at him as in one swift motion he gripped the hilt of his saber. A single fluid motion would be heard as the slick sound of metal sliding free could be heard.
Immediately Tora would see the blade thrum with energy, spiritual in nature as runes flared on the edge. The runes glowing a fiery red, as flames seemed to lick at the edge of the blade. And in another smooth motion he'd find the blade resting just barely at his adam's apple. Almost nicking the flesh, but definitely hot enough to be felt uncomfortably. It was time for the oath to be sworn.
""Do you, Torabevu Kuchiki , swear to enforce the lawful orders of Desmond Marcus Erasmus d'al Cunaris ae Hayden, maintaining the integrity and realm security while also obeying the orders of those placed above you, your superiors?"
It was the first part of an oath which would be made in the eyes of every Vastimian saint. It was clear that Atlas took this practice seriously, as he had not even bothered to prepare the man for such a force. Even now as he spoke with utter conviction, like a religious fanatic brought to bare, he could feel the eleven hand-widths of death barely not touching his throat.
Provided he said something of a confirmation, Atlas would continue.
"Do, Torabevu Kuchiki, swear to protect the interests and the person of His Majesty, to serve this vital task so long as you have an arm to swing, a leg to stand upon, and eyes to see with?"
Each word was invoked with force, as if each affirmative he had given was tying their fates together. For everytime he spoke there would be no going back between these two men. The blade felt hot just being near their throat.
"Do you, Torabevu Kuchiki, swear to live a life clean of mind and body, to be an example to those who serve aside you and below you? Do you swear to serve honorably alongside your king?"
A final question.
"By the Authority the realm of Vastime has invoked in my being, I Atlas George Pierre d'al Bastard ae Decter, Hereby name you my squire."
Torabevu would find the blade being slowly removed for the time being, most likely indicating the ceremony was over. But instead he would find the pommel of the blade striking his forehead with surprising speed and force, no doubt able to draw blood. Atlas would finally begin to sheathe the blade.
"Arise, squire. And let that be the last insult to go pass unanswered."
A finally, should he be accepting of all that. Ceremony was over.
"Clean yourself. And put proper clothes on. There is work to be done, Kuchiki."
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