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Subject Post 1PostSubject: One Weird Day   Sun Sep 24, 2017 2:31 pm




Artist: Hide And Seek - Song: N/A - Word Count: 1,937

It was a warm day in the Vastimian country side and it was also another day of rebuilding after the events that had occurred weeks prior with the attack at the hands of Monsuta. With the attack fresh in people's minds, border security had been increased, and so had the security overall to protect not only the citizenry, but to insure that Monsuta could not infiltrate or rile up conflict within the country a second time. Things had been returning to normal rather slowly, as the conflicts that had burst out over the nation had done a number on the community, the structures that housed that community, and the businesses that called Vastime home. Yet, normality was returning, and in the process every day people were beginning to return to their homes and business looking to press the refresh button on what had been a horrible ordeal. Yet, Vastime would be stronger than ever, that much was certain, and an event like what had occurred would only strengthen the nationality and bond between the common people that lived in the nation. It was on this day that a man would stagger into town, covered in drying black blood, and stumbling about without much of a will or thought as to where he was going. The people of Vastime watched him, eyeing him up as a possible threat to their safety, but none the less concerned as to what had happened to him.

He looked dazed and confused, but showed no sign of injury though he did look malnourished, and appeared to be exhausted for some reason or another. He reeked of sweat, blood, and what was probably bile so people parted away from him, allowing them to pass on the road without so much as a single bit of opposition. They though perhaps he was a refugee from some land that had been attacked and he had just barely made his way here, but due to recent events they dare not approach him. They were concerned for their safety first and they had every right to be that way and as the man reached a particular intersection he stopped, pushing a mix of red and mahogany hair from his aqua blue eyes to look around at his surroundings. He looked even more confused than he had been when he arrived. "How did we...I mean I get back here?", the man said to no in particular in a dry voice from not having drank any water in a day. He looked down at himself, as if realizing he was now absolutely filthy, and staggered back into a nearby alley with a look of concern on his face. "Why am I covered in Hollow blood...and why am I dressed like I am?", the man said looking at his tattered rags that had once been a nice suit, he could remember that.

He remembered clashing with a metal man with some allies, he remembered getting hurt, he remembered almost dying, and then everything else was blank. Like pages had been forcibly removed from a textbook with the most important details, he scrunched his face up as he tried to remember what had happened, and in frustration kicked a trash can over when none of those memories came back to him. "Shit!", the man cursed loudly as he began to walk over to pick up the trash clan to at least clean up his mess, after all it was the right thing to do. As he touched the trash can, a sudden surge of power blasted through the man, and in a look of confusion the man watched the trash can transform before his very eyes. The trash can, which had once been an old, rusted, and run down thing to carry trash now shone bright as if it were brand new. All the blemishes on the can, even the smudge of black blood on his boots from where he had kicked it, were gone as if they had never been there to begin with, but they had been. He knew that, he had seen that. "What the hell just happened, we must be seeing things.", the man spoke as if there were two people there and shook his head again, clearing his thoughts and trying to put himself back together. He closed his eyes to focus himself, letting all outside noise drown itself out as he dug deep down into himself, but as he dug deeper the noises around him only escalated further.

It was if his sense of hearing had been augmented while he had deprived himself of sight. He could hear a conversation about Vastimian authorities, a couple of stall keepers trying to make a sale a street down, and the declaration of love from a young couple on the top floor of the building he was standing underneath. His confusion began to escalate as he began to hear more: a man crying at a graveyard a few blocks down, a child telling a man to stop beating his mother, an elderly woman breathing her last breaths. He was becoming consumed by this enhanced hearing, letting himself go further, and deeper into this intense euphoria of being able to sense things without sight, but just through hearing. He barely noticed that he had staggered out back into the street, stumbling around with his hands on his head, as if he was asking for the sounds to stop, and in truth he didn't know if he could stop it. He couldn't open his eyes, he kept trying, but it was as if he was too deep into the sense of hearing to pull out, and that he didn't know if he even could if he truly wanted to. He could hear the sounds of cars honking their horns, people screaming at him to move out the way, and he could hear the sound of concern in their voices. "Make it stop...", the man groaned in pain as he staggered on to what he hoped was a walkway on the other side of the street, the sound of footstep hurriedly following him from behind. He could hear the sound of the air being parted by a hand reaching out for his shoulder and as his hand reached out, something inside of him snapped, and his eyes opened wide his irises flickering gold for a few seconds as he turned around to face the man reaching for him. And what he saw was no man at all.

It looked almost demonic in nature, a monster of some sorts, and as he gazed at the hand reaching for him he saw only a clawed appendage looking to penetrate his flesh and end him. His body spazzed out, he could feel something moving underneath the flesh of his left arm, and before he knew it he had the monster on its' knees. A punch to the throat and a quick sweep to the legs bringing it crashing down, but the man had not done that. In fact it felt like he was merely observing his body on auto pilot and try as he might he couldn't get his body to do what he wanted it to, he felt more movement under his flesh as he felt himself walking over to a nearby metal rod, and his body picked it up. The metal rod, probably a material component to help in the reconstruction, upon contact with the man's hand glimmered, and hardened. It became a perfect metal rod in every sense of the word, it was flawless, and more so it felt right in the man's hand as if the rod itself had been crafted to be wielded by him. The man's body turned to look at the monster as the monster tried to crawl away. "Justice will be served...", the man's body voiced in a mixture of his voice and something else as he walked toward the creature.

His body held the metal rod in hand, as his body reared up to go through a powerful downward swing, and in that moment the man willed himself to stop. The body blinked and when it reopened its' eyes the man was in control once more, but more than that the monster had been replaced by a man covered in tattoos who was holding a knife. The man with tattoos looked up pleadingly at the man covered in Hollow Blood, he dropped the metal rod, and upon leaving his hand the rod began to deteriorate into rust and dust until it shattered on the floor. A security officer turned the corner, Vastimian police coming to lock him up perhaps, and at this time the man knew that was where he belonged he had accosted a person. His body had done that, but they wouldn't believe that, no they would blame him no doubt, and in the back of his mind the man was fine with that. No one was above the law, after all. But instead of doing anything to him, they instead cuffed the man laying on the floor clutching his throat, and looked with concern at the man standing in front of them in rags, and covered in Hollow Blood. "Thanks for the help, this guy stabbed an elderly woman a few blocks down, and had been outrunning us up to this point.", the officer in charge said as he looked over the man with Hollow Blood all over himself. The man offered no words, he stood there almost in a catatonic state as he looked at the arm which had touched the metal rod, watching something squirm under the flesh, and then retreat. "Are you alright...you look like you have been through hell. Hey, Mike....lets get this guy to the station. He can get a shower and some clothes there.", the officer said to his partner who was already escorting the convict away.

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*A Few Hours Later, At the Station*

"We've tried everything...he just sits there, quietly, and doesn't say anything. He is barely moving and I'm concerned he might be ill.", the officer said to his partner Mike who was looking in at the man who was now dressed in a nice pair of clothes, and was cleaned up rather nicely from what he had been a few hours ago. "Did you get a hit on the database of who he might be?", Mike said as he sipped his coffee with a concerned glance on his face. "That's the thing, Mike. It says he is Steiner Franz, a former Vanguard soldier, but there are several variances that just don't occur naturally genetically. It is like he is two people, Steiner Franz, and whatever the hell is providing this other strand of genetic code. To me its over my pay grade, I've already called the higher ups. They said they are sending someone to pick him up and help him out...the guy is a veteran after all and he deserves at least that.", the officer said turning away from the glass and leaving with Mike to head out to get something to eat. Meanwhile, Steiner sat alone in what he guessed was an interrogation room. He had heard their conversation by drowning out his sense of sight and wondered who was coming to get him, he needed answers, and he couldn't get them here. In truth he didn't know what was wrong with him or what him being two people instead of one meant, but whatever it was, the police didn't have an answer. That was concerning, he just hoped the person coming to get him would have more answers than that.



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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: One Weird Day   Sun Sep 24, 2017 7:42 pm


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Jeez...

Today was definitely not how he was envisioning his day to go. As Henrex sat at his desk in the Soul Society, reading his book, Henrex had received a call from a police station in Vastime. A report of someone stabbing an elderly woman, and outrunning the police until they recently caught him. To many, this would just seem like the notions of a madman, until Henrex got more information that gave him more incentive to investigate this situation further.

So, the man stood from his desk, keeping his book firmly tucked under his arm, before he snatched up the weapon that lay beside his desk. Strapping the weapon to his side, and quickly drawing the Container, so that he could put away his book, and leave his other hand now free. Exiting the Stealth Force's barracks, before carving a hole in the fabric of space through his Zanpakuto, Henrex stepped into the Senkaimon, exiting stage right.

Crouching down immediately, and shooting off in a burst of speed, Henrex tore through the blackness of the world in between at mach speeds, his eyes burning a glare into where he was about to burst out of. As the doors of the end of the Senkaimon opened, Henrex shot out into the Living World, stepping onto the grounds of the Iron Banner of Vastime. Henrex received a number of stares from his sudden, as well as regrettably stunning entrance to the nation. Waving his hand slightly as a way to calm people down, as well as to quell the shock that many could be feeling.

"No need for alarm, I'm here on official business." He said, before taking a step forward, and then another. Now walking towards the station that he was meant to pick up said offender. Realizing that it was quite the distance away, Henrex soon began to pick up the pace, before he shot off in another burst of speed, passing through crowds of people as he went, sending a mild gale through the city as he shot through. He would apologize later, this was more important.

As he soon found himself slowing to a stop, Henrex was able to hear small bits of the conversation that was taking place within the building. As he pressed his hand against the door, before pulling it open, Henrex was now able to hear the conversation a bit more clearly.

"...already called the higher ups. They said they are sending someone to pick him up and help him out...the guy is a veteran after all and he deserves at least that." He heard one of them say, which only caused Henrex to shake his head softly. As they turned to leave, Henrex stood there, his hand resting on his Zanpakuto. Sighing softly, Henrex spoke.

"I wouldn't call myself a veteran, just a man who does his job." The male said, before sighing, his shoulders slumping slightly.

"So, give me a quick recap as to what the hell is going on with this man, before you leave. Apparently, he stabbed someone?"

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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: One Weird Day   Mon Sep 25, 2017 6:06 pm




Artist: Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso OST - Song: Your Lie in April - Word Count: 1,185

There was a sudden burst of movement as a mysterious stranger arrived on scene, causing both the policeman to jump almost clear out of their boots, and for Mike to drop his cup of coffee on the floor spilling its contents all over what had once been a freshly waxed floor. For a few seconds no one said anything inside of the room behind the two way mirror and for Franz who was sitting there he could only hear the new comer speak, his eyes opening and that connection instantly closing just as swiftly as it had been open. He looked at the two way mirror and tried his best to discern any shape or movement on the other side, but could see, nor make out anything of any considerable worth. He knew, however that the man in the room with the two officers was important, a high ranking soldier no less.

"I think our communications system is probably still on the fritz. No, the guy we have detained here is a former Vanguard soldier who helped us capture a serial killer we had been tracking for months. We missed our chance to capture him before he killed again, but with the Monsuta attacks most of the force is on border patrol or helping with the rebuild.", the older officer stated as he looked back through the two way mirror at Steiner who was still trying to strain his eyes through the glass to see what was going on, on their side of the glass.

"That is not an acceptable excuse of course, sir. Its just trying to rationalize our failure. Still, we wouldn't have brought you here if these were the only circumstances....", Mike said as he bent down to pick up the pieces of his favorite coffee mug which had shattered upon Henrex's arrival.

"The kid is unique...we had CSI examine him and went through normal medical procedures to discover his origins. It isn't every day that you find a guy wearing rags and covered in Hollow Blood this far into central Vastime, after all. The findings were...interesting.", the elderly officer said again as he handed Henrex the file that he had on Steiner. The shinigami would more than likely find a lot of mundane information on Steiner's health, some records from the Vanguard on his condition from the past, and a lot of redacted information that told of his loss of powers and his leaving of the Vanguard organization as a whole. Still the most glaring piece of information would be the genetics test that had been used to identify Steiner for who he was.

"That man in there is indeed, Steiner Franz. There is no doubt about that as there is an hundred percent match rate, but there is a secondary strand of genetics that CSI picked up that can't be ignored.", the elderly officer said as he walked over to Mike to hand him a handkerchief he kept on his person for events like this. Mike nodded and mouthed thank you as he began to dab up the coffee on the floor to insure it wouldn't leave a sticky residue or draw ants to their precinct HQ.

"We tested him at least five times, sir. Just to make sure that everything we were seeing is true and we confirmed that this guy has two strings of genetic code. What is even more interesting is that those strings of code are merging....every test those strings drew closer together, merging into a new string of genetic code.", Mike said as he looked up from his cleaning of the floor to look Henrex dead in the eyes. "We also couldn't identify the parameters of that secondary string of genetics. It isn't a common species or a species that is linked with any of the more exotic ones that this world has seen. It is a unique specimen, but upon merging with the Steiner's string of genes...it becomes human.", Mike said, standing up, and walking over to a nearby trash can to drop off the debris of his favorite mug with a disappointed look on his face.

"This combined with eye witness testimony from the prisoner we captured and civilians who were on the streets at the time tell us that this merging of genetics is confusing him. He is dazed, confused, and looking for answers. He has no idea what is happening to him and is blocking any sort of social questioning we are giving him about anything pertaining to what happened to him in the alley we found him or before that. Yet, from what we can tell he has powers, and they are unique...unique enough that he could be asset to Vastime. Which is why we made the call...he needs someone to help him pick himself back up and put himself back together. We aren't equipped for that sort of thing, we are grunts who work in the fields, valuable, but overall unable to tackle something like this. He needs a professional and that is where you hopefully can come in.", the elderly officer said as he saluted Henrex as a sign of respect.

Inside of the interrogation room, Steiner was getting quite irritated. He felt like he was a lab animal with all this talk of multiple genetic codes inside of him and calling in professional help to try and get to the bottom of it. He felt like a freak and maybe he was a freak. He hadn't been able to control himself when he almost killed that murderer, he hadn't been able to open his eyes when he wanted to, and his whole body had not wanted to listen to him. It was as if whatever else was inside of him had used his body on some fucked up joy ride until he had forcibly taken the wheel. Whatever that was that was inside of him it was indeed changing him. He could feel every minute pulsation of something moving underneath his flesh, as if he was being remade for some grander purpose, and yet all of that was hidden behind his skin. Personally, Steiner was in shock. He could barely quantify what was going on and his head was fuzzy as to what had occurred over the last few weeks as a huge blank was there that he just couldn't fill after he fought the metal man. It worried him that whatever was happening him, it wasn't good, and he was afraid that he might become something that he never wanted to be.

A monster.

Staring once again through the two way mirror from his seat in the interrogation room, he hoped the high ranking member of the Vastime had some kind of idea as to what was going on, or could as least provide some damn answers to some of the questions jumbled up inside of his head. Because right now, he was worried, and that worry was making him anxious. Was he a ticking time bomb? A double agent? These thoughts caused his insides to twist into knots and concerned the young man even more.




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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: One Weird Day   Thu Sep 28, 2017 1:52 pm


DARK WINGS, DARK WORDS




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Unexpectedly, Henrex was quickly recognized by the men in the room. As he did, he caused a wave of surprise to ripple the room, and a coffee mug that one of the men had with them fell to the floor, shattering into what seemed like a thousand pieces. Henrex flinched as the cup shattered, and he watched the man drop to the ground, picking up the pieces and cleaning up the mess that had ben made with the contents of the cup.

As Henrex stepped further into the precinct, quietly taking a seat in a chair that was near the door -- as well as the officers -- before listening to what the two had to say. Saying that there had been a miscommunication through the call, before going into a brief tangent about the communications system still being on the fritz after the attack from the Monsuta, the man not having stabbed someone -- but rather, helping them catch a serial killer that they had been chasing for several months.

'Well, that's a relief. The male thought.

As the officers continued to talk, Henrex simply waved his hand softly at the notion. It wasn't their fault that they couldn't catch them. However, he did feel himself internally wince at the mention of a formality. One of them called him 'sir'. To this, Henrex just sighed and put a hand to his face, his index finger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose. Henrex groaned quietly as he let the word sink in, before he was able to find the words to speak.

"Please, don't call me that..." The male said. "Just call me by my name."

As the elder officer spoke, before extending his hand out towards Henrex, containing a file of the man that they had contained. Opening the file and quickly skimming through it, there really wasn't much that stood out. It was mainly just medical records, past conditions and whatnot. It was your basic profile of someone in an organization like Vastime, or the Vanguard. However, there was something that at least caught Henrex's eye. The notation of a secondary genetic strand in him.

As he looked up, he heard the man explain that they had found this through the standard medical procedure that they had put the man through as a result of him showing up in Vastime, covered in blood. The comment about it not being every day that someone show up like that was something that Henrex found quite a bit amusing. Yet, he did not smile. Instead, he simply thought to himself:

'It's not everyday you see an avian Shinigami Hybrid zip into a police station in the middle of Vastime, either.'

As his eyes darted back up as the officer resumed speaking, before saying that the man that they held was indeed Steiner Franz, before mentioning the genetic strand that was keeping them baffled. Watching as the elder officer walked over to the one that was cleaning up the mess, before handing him a handkerchief, Henrex looked down at the report once more, before the other officer began to speak causing him to look back up.

'Merging?' The male thought, his eyes widening slightly from the revelation. How could two DNA strands be merging together, or even coexist inside the same person in the way that it was with this man? His mind generated further questions as the men explained more and more. What the men said next was nothing short of true.

He needed help, and currently...Henrex was the only one for the job.

...But, all of that was lost when the elder saluted him. Henrex sighed once more, before shaking his head, moving towards him in the blink of an eye, and forcing the man's arm down to his side.

"Do not salute me. I don't deserve that praise. He said. "I'm just a man, like you. Please, treat me like one...not like I'm some figurehead of importance -- I'm not."

After this was said, Henrex was soon to look into the glass that had caught his eye since he had stepped into the room. It was the standard, two sided glass that many stations used. Looking into the room, scanning over the man with curious eyes, he turned to the men, giving them a look that signified that he was entering. But, before he did, he quickly pulled out the Container, and bringing out a notebook, a pen, and a shakuhachi. Clutching these items in his hands, the male turned the knob, and stepped into the room.

Deafening his steps as he stepped in, the male slowly walked over to the table that Steiner Franz sat at, before pulling out a chair, and sitting down, setting his utensils aside, before looking at the man. His mind was already thinking and trying to figure out how to start this. While it would be a bit more natural to get straight to the point, this would have a potentially high chance of failure, causing the man to seal himself up even more than he already had. So, he would start this off with two, simple words:

"Hello there."

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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: One Weird Day   Tue Jan 09, 2018 1:05 pm




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He had lowered his head for maybe a few seconds as he looked at his hands, the original tan flare of his skin fading to a more paler complexion with each passing moment that faded into eternity he grew more concerned. Still, he had noticed the man entered the room, much too enthralled by the changing of his complexion which was now spreading up his arms without even an ounce of pain. It was like all that time in the sun was being blasted away, imperfections and scars fading to a pure milky white to match his NEW skin tone.

"Hello there.", the voice of the hybrid avian shinigami snapped the hero of honor out of his concerned glances at his changing form, and brought them back to Earth. In front of him sat a man with black eyes and coal black hair wearing a cloak that covered most of his body. For a moment he would stare at the man in front of him, wordlessly evaluating him before looking down at himself once more.

Pale white skin had move up to his shoulders at this point and underneath his skin he felt his muscles slightly expanding, the feeling of movement under his skin causing him to wince a bit in frustration at the helplessness that he was feeling from his current condition. He looked up again at the shinigami, a familiar feeling passing through him much like it had in the alleyway earlier that day, and it wasn't a feeling he wanted to give in to. It had after all, landed him in this holding cell.

"Hello there...", Steiner spoke back as his voice sounded different, deeper, and more assertive than the young man remembered it to be. "Are you the high ranking official that the officers were talking about?", Steiner asked, the first question for that afternoon and it had nothing to do with his condition, or even about the last few weeks that were stricken from his memory. To be honest he did want to ask about it, but he just didn't have the courage to ask. Steiner felt that asking the man about those things would only bring a revelation that he had done something horrible or bring the reality that this wasn't a dream crashing down upon him. Neither things were something he wanted to happen.

He held out a feeble hope that this was all a fever dream and that he was laying in a hospital somewhere in some kind of drug induced coma. It was a frail hope, but it was something better than the sense of helplessness and the fear of the unknown he was going through at that very moment. Even being on life support seemed to be a better option to the young man than the nightmare that the unknown was and to be honest he could actually feel it getting worse. He knew whatever was happening to him, fever dream, drug induced coma, or otherwise wasn't just going to stop at a change in complexion.

No, whatever was changing him was deeper than that, and a look of concern momentarily flashed over his face as he tried to put on his best brave face. It probably wasn't very good, he was never too good at the whole being dishonest thing, but then again he had never tried to be dishonest for a moment in his life. So, with a bit of hesitation he began to open up to the Vastime official. Honesty was after all the best policy.

"I'm Steiner Franz and a few weeks ago I was at the epicenter of the Monsuta terrorist attack. I don't remember anything after that...I need help, I can feel myself changing, and I'm afraid of what I am becoming."



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Subject Post 6PostSubject: Re: One Weird Day   Wed Feb 28, 2018 1:39 pm








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Relief washed over him as he sat down, hearing the man's response. His mind already started analyzing him -- his speech, his movements, his breathing, everything that he could in order to get a good understanding of this man's mental state. Right now, Henrex could only really tell one thing -- paranoia. It may not have been a word that he or the other officers would have used, but it certainly was something that he would.

Thus, a hand slowly reached into his cloak, fishing for something as a smile slowly spread across his face. His hand soon retreated from the garb, a flash of grey and silver shining from the sudden introduction to this item. The male carefully began to reach towards the table, setting the candy bar down and sliding it to him as he leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. His head lowered bashfully as the male asked about his status, causing the man to perform his signature move whenever he was embarrassed.

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"W-Well...I wouldn't really call myself a high-ranking official. I'm just doing my job, nothing more."

He chuckled softly as his head rose, facing the Hero of Honor before his eyes closed and his chest heaved, the young man sighing softly.

"Regardless, yes, I'm the one who was sent to get you."

Sliding his notebook in front of him, before silently uncapping his pen, the male hovered the tip above the parchment, pressing down and moving the moment that his new acquaintance would state his name, quickly scribing it. It wasn't hard for him to keep up with the tangent that the hero went on, the male's hand getting bits of information that were the most important -- that is the fact that he was at the Monsuta attack.

That was something that rung a bell in his head -- something that felt off, and felt like it was the beginning of something as he nodded slowly in order to confirm that he understood and was following Steiner on what he was saying. There seemed to be the hint of a connection between the events of the Monsuta attack, and the transformation that he seemingly was going through. Thus, the soft-spoken male put down his utensil, interlacing his fingers as he rested against the table.

"You're...afraid of this change?"

Regardless of his answer, the male turned to his left, grasping his bamboo flute gently, as if it were made of glass. As Henrex examined the instrument, he heard someone else speak up -- a voice that would be available to him, and him alone. A voice in his head, who would be responded to through his thoughts.

'Can you make any sense of it?'

'Not yet. I need more information. Then, I can figure out what to do, and how to go about it.'

Exhaling softly, he set the object down as his gaze turned to face Steiner once again.

"Can you explain this change a bit more to me? Why are you afraid of it? What has changed about you, Steiner?"




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Subject Post 7PostSubject: Re: One Weird Day   Mon Oct 01, 2018 5:31 pm




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Afraid might have been the biggest understatement that could have been made that afternoon. It was more like he was wallowing in terror as his body's senses were assaulted, destroyed, rebuilt, and enhanced. Yet all he could do was sit in a stupid cell and wait it out like a scared little puppy during his first thunderstorm. Not very heroic to say the least.

But it wasn't just that, no there was also the fact that his physical form was being affected in a manner that could only be considered a metamorphosis, like a butterfly shedding itself from the entrapment of its' caterpillar form to take flight. The thought frightened him as he did not wish to lose his sense of self, but earlier in that alley...

Dear God, he had almost killed a man, and what was worse he hadn't felt like he was in the driver seat, it was as if there was a second him just waiting to jump behind the wheel to take a joy ride. And this second him did not share the same views as he did, or maybe they did and did so to such a degree that even Steiner had to tell them to stop pushing the pedal to the metal.

"I don't want to lose what makes me who I am!"

He knew yelling was not the best option at the point, but after all he had been going through he just couldn't help it, and slammed his hand down on the table leaving a visible dent in what should have been something he couldn't even scratch a few days prior. Now, due to his enhancing physical condition things were evidently quite different though. Taking a few breaths to calm himself, Steiner leaned back in his chair, and began to calm himself down. A process that should have taken mere seconds taking much longer than it probably should have.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to yell or damage the property of the Vastimian Security forces. I am...well I am just a bit on edge."

Steiner said as he slicked his hair back, much longer than it had been a few days ago he noted, but he was coming down from what he felt was a psychological break. Mostly forcing himself to remain calm in this situation as he was in front of someone who could possibly help him get some answers to this madness. He decided he would try his best to be as accommodating to the man's questions as he could, it was all he could really do at this point, right?

"Explain the change...yeah, I guess I can start with that."

Steiner said as he leaned forward, folding his hands on the table, and trying his best to look as harmless as he could be. After all, he didn't know if he was in fact harmless, in fact he really didn't know if this man would slice him down here and now if he proved to be anything more than just himself. The thought of dying in some Vastimian holding cell didn't really set well with him as he tried his best to recount everything he possibly could, well all the changes he knew about.

"I didn't look like this a few weeks ago. A few weeks ago, as security footage will probably reveal, I was not in this type of physical shape. I wasn't this...physically endowed."

Steiner gestured to everything on his person before continuing on with a slight frown while he twirled his fingers nervously.

"I have grown taller, my physical form has improved, my skin is flawless...no scars from when I was abused, no nagging injuries from the fights I've been a part of. Its like...I don't know...someone took an eraser and erased a lot of the bad stuff that had happened to me to redraw a more perfect form. Not to say that anything about this is perfect...I'm not narcissistic like that."

He let out a chuckle, coming off as almost eighty percent nerves, but at the same time amused by the fact that so much of his was different.

"I'm fine with the physical aspect of this...give me a full on redo in terms of physical configuration, but its this mental difference. I...I almost killed a man, but that wasn't me. I didn't do that...it was like my body went into autopilot and it just did that. It almost killed a man, it almost ended a life. I'm fine with killing a murderer to save a person's life, I'm fine with fighting a war against evil to save innocent lives. What I'm not fine with is...waking up in the middle of the street, covered in Hollows Blood, standing over a man with a metal rod...and not knowing what the hell happened."

Steiner was visibly shivering, but he steadied himself, and let out a deep breath to refocus himself. He was silent for a while as he willed up the courage to speak again.

"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of."

He said with finality as he leaned back in his chair once more and began to count the tiles on the ceiling mainly because it was calming to do so, but also because he was trying to take the nagging feelings in the back of his head and bury them deep down.


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