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Welcome to The Platinum Hearts Scroller. Here you can find our most recent Of the Year and Of the Season winners. Happy Roleplaying! --- Member of the Year: Locke --- Character of the Year: Alastair Eisfluch --- New Characters of the Year: Mizu Morikawa and Igendai Gyakusuma --- Social Thread of the Year: A Letter for Hymn --- Combat Thread of the Year: Raise Your Spirits --- Member of the Season: Paradigm --- Characters of the Season: Byakuya Kuchiki and Klein Schwarzwotan --- Applications of the Season: Armina Willsaam and Klein Schwarzwotan --- Fight Thread of the Season: Search and Destroy --- Social Thread of the Season: Damage Assessment --- Event Thread of the Season: Midnight Assault
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Boy with the Iron Voice Empty Boy with the Iron Voice

Tue Jun 18, 2019 10:09 pm

The Silent Kuchiki



Takehiko Kuchiki



Takehiko had been grounded for two weeks due to his foolish actions. Not to mention a scolding that would last a lifetime. So what to do in that time, well fix his stupid broken voice. Takehiko didn't have enough medical experience to do that yet. So the next best thing was to make a device that would allow speaking. He could connect it to his vocal cords allowing him to speak. Disconnecting it when the time came for that regard. But the trouble was getting the raw materials he needed. Thankfully the servants likely told Byakuya his plan. Thus he'd been getting what he needed to tinker with. Hiding it under the scarf at the base of his throat would work. The question was what would he sound like? Takehiko hadn't considered choices yet as he began hammering and tinkering with it. Why was he inventing something for him to talk with? Well, the main reason was if he was to ever talk again. A voice box was needed at this juncture. Till his skills increased and improved enough. Presently as a healer, he wasn't great.

Mending the damage done was just not within his skillset. But making a device to connect to the base of his throat and chest. Something that would be hidden away from others. That could be accomplished here and put on him. The main issue was to make sure breathing was picked up. Takehiko wanted to be sure he didn't sound like a jet black lunatic to his uncle. Breathing carefully he got a sense that he was alright. In terms of designing this little metal contraption, it didn't take rocket science. Knocking on a door and removing his clothing he had them come in. Helping him as he sat down and handed them the device. It was a small circular object at the moment. Takehiko had designed it to act as his vocal cords in a way. When he would speak instead of putting a strain on the cords. It would allow this device to pick up the audio sounds. This would, in turn, create a sound of his voice through a bit gruffer. Not to mention a certain robotic quality to it.

His uncle likely was informed of the nature of it. This was so he could talk and perform tasks. Though Takehiko didn't like the idea of not using his natural voice. So he'd likely remain quiet mostly till it was important enough to speak. Keeping this latest invention a hidden secret. For the reasons which a person could well guess. His uncle would likely scoff at the idea of him using such cheap means. So he'd rather act as though he couldn't talk. Less he dishonors his uncle further with his actions. But this place was a prison like many considered it. And he himself had a long time ago. This was home, it wasn't a place of danger or risk. It was a safe place and home for him. Takehiko had developed a love for home after being away. Sleeping in his own bed again felt so soothing. A strange thing to consider when one ponders the meaning of it. But in truth, it didn't matter really as he intended to keep himself quiet. Why stir up trouble when the goal is obviously not this. Trouble aside, his studies of healing kido had provided some insight.

But he wasn't able to make any of his own as of yet. But he could heal injuries though it took time. Increasing his spiritual pressure remained the target goal. Everything required something in order to truly grow. He wasn't there yet as he glanced at his sword. Still, nothing came from it in terms of a voice. He couldn't really communicate with either one yet. Takehiko had found a goal and dream within reach. Kido and Hoho would remain a focus and maybe Zanjutsu. But every time he touched his sword he got a bad feeling. Nothing could be accomplished through from that angle.


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Thu Jun 20, 2019 11:50 am

The Silent Kuchiki



Takehiko Kuchiki




It's strange sometimes the essence of one's pride and where it goes. Takehiko had placed it and it did work providing him a voice. But there was one loose nail that prevented him from accepting it. Something he held within him as removed it from below his throat. His star resembling his uncle's with cold indifference. His hand closed on the device before a crunching sound could be heard. He put his hand above a waste bin letting pieces fall into it. This wasn't an easy choice as he stared down for a moment. Regarding the object's purpose and weighing it. But in the end, his pride as a Kuchiki would not allow it. No voice was better than his own, so in this regard, he would wait. Medical skills would someday allow him to fix his voice. That was a certainty at least within his mind. He'd not remain still and idle any longer nor would he waste further time. Takehiko had almost forgotten about his pride after so long. Being a doormat for so many beings was a rough place. He'd already made choices that were poor enough.

But soon the head servant girl did something that surprised him. She'd slapped him across the face as her eyes burned. Searing with anger perhaps over the device as he glanced down at it. She grabbed him by his chin forcing him to look at her. The dialogue began now with a rather front to his foolish and stupid nature. She'd called him everything but his name as this rambling went on. She had brought with her the family medical staff. Her eyes held fire and glare in them which meant state silent. The male was old and looked at his throat now before sighing a bit. Explaining to him he'd done some damage to his nerves talking. But nothing forever, the man's hand glowed a light green color. Touching his neck with it he felt changes in warmth within his neck. Something was connecting tissue as he remained fascinated even more. This was healing done by a skilled user of the art. His eyes were mystified and his head servant and a satisfied if the not smug look on her face.

She'd done her duty now as she pushed him into bed as the medical chief explained no talking for a big. His voice would experience changes once he did talk. But he would need to wait through the scar would remain. Takehiko's voice had been restored by the Kuchiki's medical talent. But the damages done being taken care of was small comfort. He had to acknowledge a blow to his pride as he laid in bed. He'd not repaired the injury his uncle dealt with him. There was just a sense of frustration in it truthfully. While he was grateful to have his vocal cords healed along with the damage done. Swallowing a bit he laid his head on the pillow. Wanting to scream in frustration as his cheek stung and so did his pride. Being taken care of yet and still unable to help people around him. This was so frustrating for him and so far away. The defeat was a sense of it and he'd not felt this since Jaeden. His eyes watered a bit in childish rage and sadness. But she was right and he knew it.

Had he remained in such a way, his voice would be gone forever. This was no way for him to act in truth. Resolve was what he needed at this moment. This grounding was a chance and he knew what he had to do. He called her in using a bell-like a device. He wrote down he wanted every medical journal they could find. He wanted to learn and develop medical based kido of his own someday. But for now, he'd pick up what was available to him. Learning book smarts was important to him as well. He waited before yawning a bit feeling tired from his emotional outburst to himself. Frustration didn't define it as he tried to fight the tiredness. But slowly he collapsed on his pillow before she returned. She had a warm smile pulling the blankets up on him and leaving the books by his side. All that she didn't do was kiss his cheek thankfully. As he didn't have the energy or strength to argue about that. He'd rather take a good rest now and rejuvenate himself on that. Takehiko would awake and study those books finding any trace he could of medical knowledge.
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