Post by Elder Council on Jun 17, 2020 0:06:38 GMT -5
Participants: Tarble, Brianne, Yamato, Zyren, Juch, Towa, Barkley Cass, Juturna, Kasume, Kotarou Length: 1800 words each (900 per soul if multiple involved) Reward: Easy Quest + Official Saga Bonuses Description:
Upon entering the Library, you choose one of six paths to follow, each corresponding with a different area. One is the basement, one is the attic. The other four areas may be decided by whoever is the first to choose one of those areas (please try and be creative! A single person may only reveal one area, but multiple people can take the same area together so feel free to decide this OOC). You are free to describe the area you select however you like. At the top of your first post, please put "Area: x" where x is the area you've decided to search. This post need only involve entering an area and describing it. After everyone has done so, it will be my turn to initiate the search for the clue, so each of you will receive a hint about how to conduct your search based on the description of the area that you have come up with.
The GNN report came to a close, the television shutting off with the click of a remote. "What are you thinking?" Rufus asked. Tarble looked to his family. "I'm thinking that we're going to get them out of this," the Heretic replied. You're not seriously considering going into this? You remember what happened last time you crossed paths with the Cosmic Empire? All too well.. but if he didn't fight, who would? The Next Dimension would never contain him for very long, so he had to at least try.
"But we can't just do this half-cocked. We need a plan of action." The Saiyan brought a hand up to his chin, lost in thought for a moment. If he went to Toffit, the amount of resistance that would be there.. it'd be staggering. Maybe even too much for him. Don't you remember what Master Cress taught us? Right, there was always power in knowledge as well. Power in knowledge.. yes, right! "Yamato, come on. We're making a stop on Kelioux." Brows raised among the family members. This wasn't Tarble's usual style-- he'd sooner throw himself at the problem head on than try to take a shortcut, but..
He smiled. "There are lives on the line down there. If I die in this fight, then I'd just be condemning them to their fate. It's better if we try to focus on their escape rather than the enemy's defeat." It seemed like sound logic, and overall, they'd be better off trying to stay away from the public eye lest they attract even more forces. That's how it all tracked in his mind, at least. "We're going to speak with Grandmaster Adel. Surely he'll be able to provide some answers to this.. this whatever it is." Tarble pressed his fingers against his forehead, searching out that familiar energy.
Once Yamato grabbed hold, their two bodies warped from the Finis and onto the surface of Kelioux. The air was tense. The impending war-- no, the current war --seemed to grip Kelioux especially. No doubt in his mind that Adel already knew of the events, so explanations were likely not required. The Saiyan could feel energies slowly beginning to converge on the planet. Was it habitual to feel such a thing? Energies from far and wide showering upon his presence like a storm of stars, each gleaming with their own hopes and dreams?
The last time he felt such a sensation, it was the Cosmic Empire. Enemies blotched in deep ebony, cloaked with evil intentions. However, this time.. it was different. Their energies, they were bright. Shining. Glowing, even. "This is where we take our stand." Surely, their enemies believed themselves to already be the victors, yet their forces likely only grew by the second. They could no longer settle for planting their feet in the dirt and holding their ground, they needed to start taking their world back. Change would not come to this universe, not like this. With Tarble, Yamato and the allies that descended upon Kelioux...
They would turn the tide.
Upon entering the Library, there was a.. distinct lack of any Adel. No Grandmaster, no energies to be found within. This is ominous. No shit. They had to start looking somewhere. "Yamato. I'll take the attic. Watch my six and try to help out the others coming into the building." Part of it was to try and make sure that no one untoward was wandering their way into this place. They were nearly equals in power, so what was the harm in splitting up? "Stay alive, okay?" He offered a small smile to his brother before beginning to move deeper inside the library, making his way up to the attic.
he basement, it seemed, would probably be the demon's best chance to figure something out. He didn't know what in Hell's name was going on the planet Toffit, but that was surely something that the demon wished to avoid directly for the time being. He had already started some research into what had started, but he wasn't prepared. The simpler books up top had done the demon no good. While Kotarou wasn't a sage, the organization was already likely in an uproar. He had slipped through the simpler barriers as debates waged. The Scholars, like every other organization, held off. All of them wanted to see how the event played out. The Scholars probably wanted to just document it, but the demon was sure their current motives wouldn't be revealed to someone of his place within. Still, the demon researcher moved through to the basement. He'd been here before, and paused only briefly. He didn't gulp, that wasn't the issue here. He had weighed his options already. He drew in a gulp of air before he slipped into the doorway and strode down the stairs. Unlike those Gothic horror staircases, these were not cobwebs and dusty. This place was traveled enough that it was kept clean.
He'd been down here before, and there were no haphazard demon circles, at least not on the level that he'd seen. Or perhaps, that the demon had recognized. Kotarou moved along with a quiet, but quick pace. Bookshelves lined the front, where the stairs dipped from, but that was mostly just a cover. What Kotarou wanted was behind that normally. His research, after all, was normally esoteric in nature. The Lost, and their connection to demons. This was not the grand opportunity that he had thought it was at first. No, Kotarou was very sure that others were gonna arrive. There would be more than just he who came to the basement. He grabbed at the wall for a moment, as the light dipped away momentarily behind the book cases. The cases there were filled with delicate scrolls, held here for preservation. Each book case had ventilation, and to get at those scrolls, one needed permission, or maybe a key. He hadn't tried to get one yet.
Kotarou paused then, as he brought up a flashlight. It wasn’t very high powered, and that was the point. His eyes narrowed then, as he trudged past the darkness between the book cases and what he sought, the area behind. This area held the knowledge that he normally sought after. This is what held spells and demon scrolls. These were what he needed before, and the demon wondered if they could help the situation on Toffit. While he normally wouldn’t have bothered, his current life being upset by the balance- one where the Kais normally stayed away- was now in upset. “What in the worlds was that guy thinking?” The demon growled this to himself before he emerged from the inky blackness into the dimly lit area.
His eyes flashed on as Kotarou put the flashlight away and looked around once more. It was a strange place, with more natural book cases. These were the walls, and it would be hard for normal people to see the hidden secrets hidden in the demon languages. Well, most scholars. He was sure that he wasn’t the first, nor the last, that sought after these. The question was, who would join him in the basement? Or was Kotarou going to have to search further beyond what he normally saw as the back of the basement? His eyes searched for the correct conclusion, within the dark azure lit chamber.
Area: Basement The time had finally come to make a move, even after the heavy amount of energies that were gathering on Toffit, they knew that sitting idle wouldn't change a thing. Many would call them suicidal to stand against the tide against so many powerful foes, but at the end of the day, if they didn't at least try... who would? The demon's hand gripped onto Tarble's shoulder, the both of them teleporting onto Kelioux and at the entrance of the library itself. It had been the world that they had grown accustom to visiting, due to their connections to Adel and Melody, alongside Elena attending the school here.
Golden irises veered around the entryway, already feeling the lack of any sort of real presence there. It was ominous to say the least, to the point that a sinking feeling began to hit the pit of his stomach. Despite the planet suddenly becoming invaded by a different array of energies, the once studious halls of the library was void of any sort of noise. There weren't any papers being rustled or soft thumps of books landing on their respective tables. It was just... silence.
It was when Yamato's gaze landed on Tarble's back that the demon returned to the situation at hand. He was told to stay watch at the front and help anyone else coming in with a direction to go... but Tarble wanted to head off alone. One of the demon's arms rose, his index finger scratching at the back of his cranium as it tipped to the side. "Sure thing..." But being told to stay alive, well, he shortly came to terms with the fact that it was still dangerous in a place such as this. This eerie atmosphere almost told as much.
"Gotcha. Be careful." One of his arms lifted, his hand jerking in a short motion of a wave as the Saiyan's back disappeared into the distance. Both arms folded over the demon's chest, leaning himself against the wall adjacent to the entrance of the building. He could already feel the energies surging his way, gathering outside and making their way towards the threshold of those wide double doors. With a lift of his head, the demon watched as those doors opened and figures stepped in.
There was almost... an understanding between them. They knew what they had all been here to research. Everyone could sense the peril happening on Toffit, the news even suggested as much. "It may be dangerous inside. It may be wise to group up in twos... just a suggestion." While Yamato knew that he should wait for any sort of sign if they'd listen or not, he knew he couldn't stay in this room. A familiar scent had hit his nose, urging him to head off while the others either discussed things or headed off without a care. The demon descended into the basement, each creak of the stairs he stepped on ringing out ever louder in the silent building. Amber eyes glared through the dark, able to adjust his eyes even without a light.
And that scent led him to a familiar figure, who seemed to be looking for something just like Yamato and Tarble had been. And they had arrived even before they had. "Kotarou?" The demon shook his head a bit, letting his digits glide along the bookcase as he moved forward. "Shit, you saw the news?" Came the swift tune of humor in such a dark time.
Post by Barkley Cass on Jun 17, 2020 3:23:38 GMT -5
Area: Reference Section(Cauldron Wing)
KELIOUXIAN GRAND SCHOLAR
Total Word Count
Reference Wing (Cauldron Wing)
ourage. Was that really the feeling that would drive many to this crisis? The Kai historian asked for the courageous, but was it going to be such people to aid the beings he testified for? Sure. A few would be filled with courage, but that was not what feeling enriched Barkley Cass’ soul. The ginger girl was curious. Her deep blue eyes watched the GNN Report on her cellular device which was safely gripped in her right hand. It no longer was a live feed, and instead the girl was refreshing her memory of it from a saved video that she was streaming.
“Lost Artifacts which can create a portal. Hm. They must need a much stronger portal if they are considering using ancient artifacts instead of the technology we have today.”
Barkley finally closed her phone and placed it in her pocket. The girl was already at the library, but had decided it was best she refreshed her memory of what brought her here by checking her phone once more. Before her was a certain wing of the library which the girl had yet to open. Behind her was a long hallway, which had several large doors that broke off into different sections. There was a staircase which would most likely lead to the attic, and then there was another one which spiraled down; the basement had to be there.
The ginger could feel quite a few presences making themselves known; it had to be the ones of courage the Kai historian called upon. It gave Barkley a bit of relief to know that she was not alone in the endeavor. She took in a sigh and placed her hand on the door. Above the door would be a large golden plate with the words ‘Cauldron Wing’ etched into it.
Barkley knew it as the Reference Section of the massive library; the place which would hold the encyclopedias, almanacs, historical data, and various informative texts. The ginger girl knew the first place to look when digging up the past would be history itself. She pushed open the door, the loud creak echoing into its chamber and Barkley found herself mystified at what she could see.
It wasn’t a new feeling either, Barkley has been in this library countless times but each time always felt like the first. Light poured into the left side of the wing, casting the mystical shadows of the outside onto the wall and putting light to the variety of books that were neatly placed in their shelves. She took a step in and the weight of the room’s history bare down upon her form and lightened her heart. Twin suits of armor guarded the door she walked in and to the sides of them were each a different statue.
To her left, the statue was of a bronze devil holding his hand up in victory. To her right, the statue was just a marble Greek God, one Barkley couldn’t point her finger on being at the time. Barkley took steps toward the middle of the room to get a better look around. When she did, she felt the intimidation beat at her heart. There were three levels to explore, and there was not a single shelf unused. Upon looking directly up there was the bone structure of a Kassack suspended by wires, which almost gave her a fright. She looked further into the room to see quite a few books already set out; probably those that have been returned and the book keep hadn’t gotten the time to put them back up.
There was a desk near the left of the room near the windows with a much larger book in the middle of its table. A seat, which looked like it was made out of gold lining and teal cotton cushioning, seemed unused for almost days if not weeks. Right across from the desk would be a massive fire place, which above it would be a picture of a man with raven colored hair and red eyes. Under the picture itself would be a name in a gold plating ‘Osiris’.
She knew nothing of the man, other than he was one of the top four benefactors to the relief efforts here on Kelioux. She did not know whether this was his personal collection or if this was all in his honor, but she was quite impressed with what she has seen so far. Barkley moved on in the room, moving passed the sitting area in-front of the fire place and almost to her dismay she was met with even more shelves of books. Certainly, this was the place. She would definitely find a clue within these walls, but doing so alone would be taxing. Barkley walked over toward the desk, which had the rather large book upon it, and she sat down in its seat.
However, she dropped her head in almost utter defeat. These were a lot of books to shift through. At first, with her head down, she was thinking of the best plan of attack. She was enhanced and was quite intelligent thanks to how her mother had made her, but she did not possess nearly the same processing speed that her mother or her grandmother would have. Lifting her head, she opened the large book and found it to be a small break in her dispiriting nightmare; it was a table of contents.
Her eyes brightened a bit, even with the book being so thick. It held not only the names of each volume, but their location as well. Now if only she had an extra set of hands to aid her in this task. There was no use crying about it now. In her mind she thought,
I should try and search for any books that would have anything to do with portals, and artifacts.
Soul hovered a few feet above his bed, eyes closed and his body relaxed in the a typcial criss-cross meditation stance; ignoring the restless energy within him and the subtle thrum of his, no, Zyren's ship beneath them. It rocketed through space at a breakneck pace, it's destination being the planet Kelioux, and the organization of Scholars there that he wanted to join...along with a certain redhead, if he was being honest. His hovering body wobbled, then fell as he stopped his meditation in the instant he felt a massive surge of energy blossom into existence along the edges of his primordial Sense, the Hybrid's face instantly slick with horror and sweat. Echoing his thoughts was the panicked voice of Spark, the ship's artificial intelligence, as it cried over the intercom; "Soul, massive Ki readings from the planet Toffit have reached out to this distance, and I'm also getting a message from the GNN."
Soul glanced at the Holovision when it turned on, the channel already filtering to the one represented by the Galactic News Network, and over the next few minutes watched the report in stunned silence. When it had ended and he was about to turn off the HV, his attention spiked, and he spun in place to behold the myriad of colors that was a memory fragment detach itself from the screen to beam directly into his forehead. His eyes glazed over, body going slack, and hit the bed with a thump.
Moments later, the memory fragment was assimilated and returned the half-Saiyan to consciousness, the information within causing his face to be sheet of white. Sure, things in this timeline, and more importantly, Universe could be different...but there was always similarities. His timeline had lost the support of the Kai, and the ensuing war and collapse led the the deaths of millions and a reformatting of much of the galaxy as a new power settled into place. Soul couldn't afford to sit around again and watch as this one went to shit too, and his last approach at aiding in the defense of the Kai's only turned to failure, and this one would follow suit especially because Soul was so weak. Plus, he couldn't put Zyren in danger, so the best course would be to continue to Toffit, don his equipment, and search the vast Library for the clues he needed. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to fighting, and it came with just as much hope that it wasn't a dead end.
Soul sighed, shook himself, and scurried around his ship to collect the things he would need. It was useless to have himself dread on things he can't stop, and if he tried his best and it turned out to be in vain, at least he couldn't have regrets about it.
"Now I wonder if I'll be the only person fond of digging around in ancient lore for a metaphorical needle..." he mused, then hummed to himself, attitude brightening at the enticement of knowledge, and who could potentially be there to help.
A few hours later the ship entered Kelioux's atmosphere without a hitch, Soul fully geared while waiting for the right opportunity to jump and leave Spark to his own devices in hiding the Behemoth-class, Dominus cruiser. The time came a few minutes later, and with a light jump, Soul skydived off of the ramp and looked at the scenery that was Kelioux. His eyes took in the ruins, and appreciated the fact that it was recovering, but the age-old scars upon it's surface spoke of a calamity long ago.
Maybe...I'll learn more about it at a later time. I don't have time to spare to take in the scenery, however! He thought with a hint of frustration, knowing that every second was a second wasted, yet he was also a man of simple pleasures sometimes. Nature was one of them!
A minute later, his Ki shorted out and deposited him in front of the doors of the very temple he needed to investigate, Sense and eyes simultaneously catching wind of several of the people heading deeper within. Several Ki signatures felt familiar, but some Soul viewed with trepidation, and a few with mixed emotions.
Tarble and Yan, definitely best I don't show myself just yet...Ah, Barkley too! Oh, that guy is strong, but he seems nice.
He headed toward the double doors, giving a slight nod to the red-haired man that waited by the entrance, his own attitude becoming serious at the warning remark and the way his Sense came back to him and relayed some mysterious information. Beside the current investigators looking for clues and knowledge, it was seemingly vacant inside the massive structure.
Soul even paused in the hallway and concentrated his enhanced hearing capabilities, but nothing came up except the occasional small talk and the rustling of paper and the movement of books from the other nine people within. It's quiet, too quiet...almost like a tomb, Soul thought, his brow furrowed in concentration before letting his feet carry him toward Barkley.
He passed the attic and basement stairways, pausing briefly to take in more of the conversations and then continuing when there was nothing of importance. A cracked door with a huge golden plate denoted the importance of this section of the building, but Soul could infer that the "Cauldron Wing" was important due to the person inside of it. Barkley, a friend, someone that believed the truth about Soul's past and also someone the Hybrid was crushing on, if he was honest with himself.
He took a deep breath, held it for a few moments, and the breathed it out with a good chunk of the restlessness and nervous energy that had been dancing around in his stomach.
"Alright Soul, let's not fuck this up, the search, or Barkley!" He whispered with fierce confidence, motivating himself before he stepped into the Cauldron Wing and promptly went slack at the sight before him. The pressure of ancient knowledge was a power that rarely spoke to people, but Soul could tell that this place held at least some ancient information, and from the looks of how everything was well-kept at the bare minimum, knew that this place was for him immediately.
Knowledge was power, and it was often hard to avoid a duplication of historical events without having a past to look back on. Things could be avoided, or even worked toward if books survived, but the way the place was taken care of finally spoke of the same kindred spirits that Soul yearned to be apart of. Light poured in through clever positioning of beautiful windows, leaving the books and their potential readers to bask in the gentle glow as knowledge for sought, earned, and rewarded with.
His eyes drifted to the enormous skeleton suspended dozens of meters off of the floor, then to the twin statues that gave the feeling of grand regalia and enhanced the atmosphere within. Several levels of books and shelves lined the wing, yet the massive fireplace and the picture that adorned it across the space drew his attention like metal to a magnet, the hundreds of feet doing nothing to prevent his sight from reading the name underneath; Osiris. It depicted a raven-haired man with red eyes and dignified aura, obviously important but Soul himself did not know. However, his eyes finally caught the only person within, a girl about his age pouring over a massive tome with barely contained excitement, yet the slouching shoulders attested to the fact that it was a daunting task.
Soul strode in, feet quiet against the tile, and the softly cleared his throat to announce his presence to Barkley and grinned while closing the distance; "Hey, fancy meeting you here, but I seem to remember that I said I'd make you dinner when we met. Unfortunately, it seems that will have to wait until time isn't in such a squeeze, huh?"
He sidled up to her, then held out a hand in the silence of a response, whether she had one or not, and introduced himself even though he knew that she knew who he was. However, regardless of it, this was the first time meeting in person and as the saying goes; "'Manner Maketh Man.'
"Hey Barkley, it's Soul, and I have to see you're much prettier than the Astral plane led me to believe. However-" the Hybrid pivoted, extending both hands with a grin that reached his eyes "I assume you'd like some help, so how may I be of assistance? I can read and process things incredibly fast, but I'm also pretty decent at finding things, so how would you like an extra pair of hands?"
lright, I better start ta sear-"And then his nose caught the scent. Whoever it was, they moved swiftly through the place and made their way to the basement with a speed the demon was unfamiliar with. Was this a guard? But Kotarou should be fine, he didn't go for one of the forbidden books. However, he quickly calmed down as the scent came to him. "Yamato? It's been a while, I wonder if he remembers me," thought the demon. Was he here as a hired hand to defend the library during this impending war time? He was about to take a defensive stance, but Yamato came in far calmer than he thought. He even made a joke.
While Kotarou relaxed himself a little bit, the demon didn't really think that this was the time for jokes. However, he did respond with a smile on his face. "Hoh, is that you, Yamato? And the GNN news? Of course I did. The whole college was on the edge of their fuckin' seats." He could have added that this would either change the trajectory of the universe or return it to the same boring times. Most would probably welcome more of the same, but war was inevitable, wasn't it?
"Be careful," Kotarou warned Yamato, as he pointed to the ground. "There are many spells in this area, and other demonic knowledge. I know some of it, but not the majority. Some of it's in the ancient Lost language, some in demonic. Some of it even seems different from that." He pointed to the more natural shelves and then to the ground. On the ground, if Yamato used his demonic eyes, he'd see circles. Some spoke of offered power, others of offered knowledge. "That kinda shit always comes with a price. Somethin' our brethren still offer to this day."
What they probably wanted to find was something that was either demonic or Celestial in nature. For Kotarou, that meant his area of expertise actually came more in handy. He shuffled his way over to a particular shelf and pointed to the other half. "This area here. I left the books that have been translated for you to look through. What we need for this war might not just be a way to save those still on the planet. But you may want some knowledge on demons in particular. I'd guess the forces that they'd have, even if they had a majority of the fallen Celestials on their side, they'd need to bolster that force. Probably demons."
It still didn't make sense. Why attack Toffit, just to declare publicly that you were starting a war against the Heavens themselves? Kotarou had to wonder as he plucked one book to start, one that was still in the demonic language that spoke of abilities. He wondered, if this book had what they'd need. "How have ya been lately?" It was just to keep up with Yamato, since it'd been years. How was the demon's kin, how was he was all included, but idle chatter was up to the other. If he didn't want to talk and concentrate, then Kotarou would shut his mouth.
Yamato knew that jokes weren't needed in a time like this, but he also knew it was a good way to lighten the air, plus show that he wasn't there on the offensive. Despite knowing that Kotarou may not have appreciated it, he was given a response with a smile, making the demon stature relax almost immediately. Though the words were let out easily, Yamato also couldn't help but to worry for Melody and Elena in this moment. Were they evacuated someplace safer? Where was his daughter and her friend? He tried to push these thoughts aside, at least for the moment.
A warning had reached his ears then, amber irises lowering to the floor at the mention of spells and other sort of curses laying around. It started to occur to the demon that this was what he was sensing upon his arrival here. The instant that Kotarou raised his arm to gesture towards an ordinary looking shelf, Yamato allowed his eyes to faintly glow in the darkness of that room and watched as circles appeared over the wooden boards. He began to recognize the text and what contents were offered. While their kind often still used it, there was always a steep price.
And after becoming free of the sorcerer's curse of eating human flesh and innards, he was going to stay far away from those types of deals.
"I see," Yamato murmured and let his eyes scan around the room. "I'm glad I followed the scent." It was more a comment to himself, but spoke aloud as he seemed to lose himself in thought. The shuffling at his side drew the demon's attention to Kotarou showing another shelf of books, ones that were already translated. A soft laugh escaped from the demon then, letting his gaze wander to the other wolf demon. "I'm impressed." From what he had seen, Kotarou had certainly grown, it was enough to make this father proud.
Checking the spines of the books, the demon reached out and pulled one from the crevice of the shelf, letting its pages flip open. The knowledge that they'd find might not just be for the sake of saving everyone on the planet, but could also be useful information on the people they'd likely be up against. "True, it's useful either way." Knowing more about what sort of demons or fallen Celestial they had on their side would benefit them in the long run. The demon's gaze wandered over the pages, but his brows had began to knit into an obvious glare. There were a lot of mixed feelings brewing inside due to this war, but he could never be upfront with those to put into words.
Surprisingly enough, it was Kotarou who spoke again, asking how he had been. Usually when Yamato was dealing with people researching, they were far too focused to speak. But, he didn't mind this, considering their time apart was far too long. Two wolf demons, born in different clans. Yet Yamato had let Kotarou into his. Even if they weren't always together, Kotarou would always be one of them. "Well... Everything had been happening fast. An old enemy had reared its head and threatened my family. They're called the demonscourge." The scourge that had derived from Rex Cathedrae, Yamato's home world and the place where he was now King of.
It was... a lot to talk about, so he continued pushing the conversation along. "Tarble and I had went to Toffit to take care of some things and well... we felt Azazel's arrival." It was obvious by how he didn't refer to the man as Samael that he was either struggling with something or just being rude by not addressing him right. "...Azazel was our ally." He didn't even know what the Cosmic Empire was and had only heard of them through the news and only slightly by Tarble. 'That Saiyan is always full of secrets.' Another flip of the page was made and he set his eyes on the Fallen who had been listed on the page, along with demonic beasts that went beyond the realm of what most on Earth were even like.
The demon's shoulders shook as a sigh escaped him, trying to calm his emotions that were still easily tempered. "Enough... about that." Despite how he had appeared so torn moments ago, a gentle smile had slowly begun to etch its way across his face. "How about you, Kotarou? I've heard from my cousin Akito that your research has born fruit."
Post by Brianne de Chateau on Jun 17, 2020 16:29:35 GMT -5
Location: Kelioux, Ancient History Wing
They were on the way to Toffit. Brianne was determined to help out once again and save the day. It was her friends with the Elders that were trapped and that made things personal for her. They had helped her before and even though Yan had tried to tell her she was sent to the Chamber of Repose as a Sacrifice to the demon, she didn’t believe it. That adventure had helped her so much and guided her down a more potent path. She was learning more about herself and her powers than ever before and that made her only wish to expand them more. She owed that to their trial no matter the real intent.
The Magical Girl of Love was determined to help them out, but the time to get to Toffit wasn’t instant. It caused her to meditate into the Astral Realm where a friend told her that another option might be available to them. It was one that had them going to Kelioux and researching the ritual that trapped the elders in the first place and finding out how to break into that location with a portal or sorts.
She snapped out of her meditative state and ran to go tell Shell, but her friend was focused in his work. Brianne knew that it was hard to get his attention when he was doing this training and even though she wanted to, maybe it was best to simply just go on her own. The Maiden was worried about wasting time if he took longer to snap out of his trance than normal. Time was of the essence in her mind. What if they didn’t have food or water? What if Oxygen was limited? She couldn’t delay.
Turning around she ran to the docking bay of his flagship. Her fighter was there and she jumped in readying herself quickly and programming the ship to take off to Kelioux. In a flash she left the ship and then suddenly her computer began to beep. Shell woke up very fast it would seem. She answered and his question was simple, but so was her response,
”I heard of another possible option to help out. You are on your way to one. I’m going to go to the other. I think I can help out there and I know you can certainly help out where you are going. I trust you and know that one of us will find a way to help them. I’ll keep in contact, I promise!”
With that the conversation ended and she blasted off to Kelioux.
Arrival on the home of the Scholars was rather strange. The place seemed to be much calmer than she had remembered it before, but luckily Brianne knew it well. She landed her ship near the Academy and jumped out immediately, blasting off in flight to reach the entrance. The Maiden used her mind to quickly scan the place. Powerful people in the attic, basement and reference wing. She tried to sense out Adel for guidance, but the grandmaster couldn’t be located. That was going to make things all the more interesting for her. Where should she go if she assumed that they all had things covered? Maybe it was wrong to assume that???
Brianne didn’t know what to do, but figured getting to work was going to be the quickest course of action here. She rushed down the hallway to the divine history center. She knew plenty of information was here in this massive academy, but that is where the Scriptures of the Old Gods, the Demons Scrolls, the Eidolon Scrolls all were located. That seemed like the best course of action for her to go after. Maybe it was going to have too many things to look over, but she had to try.
Recalling back to what she had learned when she was here before, it was clear that most everything was filed specifically, so what made the most sense when it came to the Elders of Toffit. What did she know about them?
Actually, she knew very little. Maybe she should have paid more attention to their history lessons when they were going over things. So, what did she know???
They were old. They were good beings. They were powerful. They provided protection to Celestials. They helped people with revelations.
Then she thought about what she was also told by Yan. They had a darker side. They seemed so pure of heart to her, but they were not necessarily that way. They tried to protect something? What was that something, what was all of this about?
Yan had mentioned dimensions in their time together. Maybe they had connection to the Next Dimension and if that was the case, then they had direct access to the Kai’s. Was that what all of this was about? Brianne wasn’t sure, but she decided to start looking at information about the structure of the Kai’s and maybe just maybe see if anything referenced a connection point to Toffit and the Elders. It was a far shot, but one that she felt like she had to try. If she didn’t have immediate luck though she likely would be leaving. Maybe the others had better ideas. Heck she didn’t even know if they were even friendly at this point.
WC: 886 TLDR: Brianne breaks away from Shell. Goes to the Academy and rushes to the History section hoping to find something there relating the Elders to maybe the Kai Hierarchy.
The question had been posed to her by Yan and Bulma. The former was on Toffit ‘not getting involved’ while the modified Earthling chose to stand on the risen Samael’s side, even if he could not carry the weight of it himself at that present moment. They each provided her a good amount of data. Yan reminded her of their friendship with the Kais who were suddenly being portrayed as evil and treacherous and Bulma reminded her of the amount of data that arose in the wake of change. That was what settled her decision for her.
The ASI had planned a trip to Kelioux anyway. Her ties to the PTO had dried out, she already had access to whatever data the Shadowguard and Paladin’s uncovered. The one source of information she hadn’t tapped out was Kelioux. Juch had once worked for Kelioux as a professor, general, and police captain. Before Anna had returned to the Paladins she had also served as a professor, but now she was gone. Yan still worked as Adel’s private mercenary, a job he often put above his Shadowguard commander status, but got bored and impatient too quickly to help long term in Juturna’s quest for knowledge. Yan wasn’t going to force her lens on Barkley, so that meant Juturna had to go there herself.
Before all this she had sent her spiders, but they hit magic walls and locks that eventually pushed her to want to bring the humanoid chassis there. In this form she could even become a scholar if she so wished. Such things were the only reason she had this body versus continuing to travel in her main ship. She still preferred flying, but some things required a stronger hand than a spider leg and a smaller form than a spaceship. She planned to go there once her business on Earth was finished.
This war sped up her process.
While she didn’t support Mister Cass’ view on chaos, she did respect the opportunities it often created. When everyone was looking upon the chaos of the world, the universe, other things could go unnoticed. People scurried about trying to find ways to keep their planet safe, or even trying to help the kais, and no one noticed the younger girl exploring. She felt a little bad leaving Lenny out, but the loth-cat would draw attention even from the distracted scholars.
Eventually through wings, doors, and staircases she eventually found herself in the oldest part of the library: it’s attic. Attics were always a roll of the dice, similar to storage spaces. Treasures were often forgotten there, or it was simply filled with things worth forgetting. But she didn’t mind even if it was the latter. She had no discrimination against data however old or irrelevant. If it gave her a glance into the past that would be interesting enough. If it posed more questions than answers she would have more to do. Her feet had led her there naturally but as she entered the dusty space it seemed right.
The attic itself was very large and spacious though the slanted roof cut into the ceiling spaces making it so crawling was necessary in some parts. There were a few large windows that let the sun shine in on the wooden structures, lighting up the dust as it danced through the room. There were bookcases, some of which had tumbled over and collapsed under the age-long stress. There were machines covered up and artifacts tossed to the side, sealed boxes and open ones overflowing with what could be simple junk.
She stepped inside it and walked towards the center, following the one true empty path through the middle that was surrounded by clutter on each side. She walked slowly, her eyes scanning the room carefully, recording it without any blurriness from her speed. She would look first, and then chose from there, but before she got very far her scouter pinged on an incoming presence.
She stopped in her path and stared back down towards the stairs. She was hard to miss, a lone figure that almost glowed in the surrounding fields of dust. Her clothes had been chosen to blend in with Kelioux, but her long white hair, dark eyes, and short stature made it clear she was not a complete native. She could have been a scholar but she did not have on their uniform either. Her eyes locked onto the other intruder with a blank expression, as if she were taking him in as much as the treasures or junk around them.
She knew him. Well, she didn’t know him, not even from her place in Yan’s eye, but she knew of him. He had once been a total mess of a man, vomiting words with a god complex before murdering Bulma and setting her out on a cycle that would forever change her. She could forgive such things, especially since the scientist herself thought it was all a bit funny now. Bulma said he was changing, and that it was interesting to watch, while Yan said he was not worth the time. Juturna usually sided with Yan on such things but Tarble was brought back to her attention more recently due to an incident involving Daji.
She stared at him, her dark eyes unyielding, designed to match Yan’s for his ability to pierce through even the most unwilling subject, and she waited for him to speak first.
Character Sheet PT Gains (Jutters, Mentor III [HBTC x4], Insp Infl, FU-TC, VR Node, Barracks, Master) : +160 all, +4 SP, +25 EXP Tech Rune, Pupil, MAU’s and anything that says “while training with a master” can be applied.
Post by Barkley Cass on Jun 18, 2020 18:35:39 GMT -5
Area: Reference Section(Cauldron Wing)
KELIOUXIAN GRAND SCHOLAR
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Reference Wing (Cauldron Wing)
ope. It was something Barkley was running low on. She felt alone. It could be how spoiled she was growing up with her parents always around, and in a meaning, that made perfect sense. It would explain why she was quick to reach out to both Kotarou and Soul for fellowship, even if the age of their relationships were only weeks if even that. In this library she found herself losing focus because of the heavy emptiness that the room held, even with it full of books. Barkley could feel her ability to sense bleeding out into the other wings of the library, but she quickly took control of it to narrow her mind on her search for articles that would help her search for the artifacts needed to construct the portal.
The book before her had enough pages to rival a novel series built into one text. Her finger traced each page, with her eyes scanning. If the story was correct, they were trapped on Toffit by ancient magic within catacombs built possibly before times of mortal dominance. It had to be, if celestials were finding it difficult to enter; it could only be something of aboriginal make. History. Mythology. Current Technologies. Those few words came to mind. The ginger locked in on any books that could make for a historical article upon Toffit. Her memory was solid, thanks to the family line she came from, but just in case, a pen dressed with a feather at its end, was in her left hand along with a sheet of paper.
She was writing down each book she found of interest.
Philosophies of Master Eslfeld – Section 243A. Row 9
Mapping the Galaxy: The Detail Adventures of a Lost Historian. - Section 1,337A. Row 5
First Era Ruins: Locating the Eons of Creation’s footprints. - Secion 23W. Row 2.
With a long and drawn out sigh she stopped writing. She had flipped through quite a few pages and the daunting task was draining her of energy and interest. She didn’t want to compare herself to her own father, but when it came to this, staying in one place and looking over books and paperwork had gotten old very quickly.
“Maybe I should just go to the basement where Kotarou is at, but all of those seals down there would drive me nuts. I just chose one of the more safer routes so I didn’t have to walk on eggshells. Now I am bored.”
That was it, she was about to decide to just spring up and leave the Cauldron Wing. Her intent, after sulking, was to jump at the cushion seat and skip out of there, close the door behind her and ease her way down to the basement. She had gathered an uncontained excitement, even though her shoudlers were still slouched and right before she sprung up her senses kicked off and she looked up with a gasp. Why didn’t she sense him before?
It was the fact she was submerged in the book and concentrating on if certain titles made sense to search for. Soul was able to sneak up on her and barkley displayed her look of shock to see him in person. She choked down a blush with a blink and she shook her head. She allowed him to go on with his introduction before she reacted further.
“What the hell? Soul when did you get here!?” There was a pinch of excitement right at the center of her chest that then exploded. She lunged toward him and went to squeeze the life out of him with a hug.
“Oh my god! I swear I just spoke to you in the Astral Realm a few days ago. Yes! I need your help for real. I was getting so bored and feeling sooo hopeless.” She looked up to him, and if he had allowed her to hug him, she was still doing so with a large goofy grin on her face.
“So you are here for the same reason I am, then? About the whole trapped Elder’s thing on the news?” Barkley finally let him go, of course if she still had him in a hug with a gentle push off of his chest and she turned around to look at the sheet of paper she had. The ginger then decided to rip the list in half to give him the top four books on the list to be able to read.
“I wrote seven books for now. The sections are bookcases and the rows are shelves. They are labeled so it is just the act of finding them. Bring them to the fire place when you find them and we can look over the books for some clues to where the artifacts might be.”
Barkley was quick and energetic now. Took to the intimidating library with a new focus and it didn’t take her more than half an hour to find the last four books on the list and stack them on the table at the fireplace. She waited on Soul to complete his task.
Post by Brianne de Chateau on Jun 19, 2020 9:17:36 GMT -5
This wasn’t getting her anywhere at all. All these books were going to be way too much for her to really figure out what to actually look for. She had almost no real base to start from outside of just wanting to help out and solve a problem. Maybe the Maiden needed to go about this in a different way. Just looking over books randomly wasn’t really even that efficient. She wondered if they had an automated system for this kind of thing. She knew Earth had the Internet and Google where you could find anything with just the click of a mouse, maybe that had something like that here too.
Maybe it was best to take in the room and look around for clues as to where things where located. Maybe she could find one of those smart devices that would guide her better? Brianne took out her communications device that looked like fancy sunglasses and put them on to assess the room. Clicking the button on the side of the device, they connected to the Avalon Database of information. It obviously wasn’t as helpful as connecting to the Scholars Database for this particular exercise, but it was all she to work off of right now. It was also the first time that she was really using this thing so it was likely not going to go smoothly.
Putting the glassed on she could hear it seemingly talking to her, ”Processing security clearance… Clearance granted to Knight Captain Brianne de Chateau…” Suddenly the world before he seemed to running a process from these glasses, it stopped and things were much more clear, it was just as if she was wearing stylish sunglasses, ”Hello Brianne, I am AURORA and I am here to assist you in whatever you need.”
The Magical Girl could hear the voice, but it was clear that it was just for her to hear and not audible for all around her. This was awesome to her to see things and as she looked at them watch the computer process whatever it was that she was looking at. She had opened up an entirely new world. Was this how Jutters saw things? What about Yua or any of her other friends that were Androids??? The Magical Girl was suddenly filled with thoughts, but didn’t say anything right away just stood in amazement.
”I am programmed with the highest levels of artificial data and top of the line computer and security protocols. I will be able to help you with any form of technology that you come across with the full extent of the Avalon Protectorate behind you. All you have to do is ask and I will help you out.” The scouter paused for a brief moment as information started to show on the display in front of Brianne’s eyes. It was all so much that the Maiden didn’t know what to do with it and was actually starting to become overwhelmed when the device spoke up again, ”Would you like to go through a full training protocol on what I can do and how to operate me properly?”
Protocols and training meant tons of time when it came to Avalon. She knew it, but she likely needed it as well. Still she didn’t have time for it. She spoke up, ”I will get to that training stuff when I get time. Right now, I am trying to locate some information in a massive library full of ancient and modern texts. I don’t know friend or foe if someone shows up, and I don’t know really anything that would be helpful for me at this time. I’m just overwhelmed and thought this might help. They told me it would be super helpful and I believed them. So, can you help me find some stuff in here?”
The scouter vision changed to a more bluish tint that she could see through, ”I can certainly help with that. You just need to take in your surroundings and I might be able to find something here that may help. I will also need to know what that something is!”
”I am looking for any information that pertains the Toffit, the Elders and possible fail safe entrapments they have in place there.” It was a rather long list of things, but she really had nothing else to go on at this point.
”Very well, just scan the room and I will see if anything pops out. The Scholars are normally pretty free with allowing access to their knowledge, at least that which they allow everyone to utilize. I should be able to tap into their resources and see what is around and if anything can help you with this.” AURORA responded a few details flashing in the corner of the display now.
Brianne began to look around the room taking in all that was around her. Numerous glowing crystal lanterns illuminated the domed room that stood probably sixty feet in height. The crystals made the room bright and the circular room had book shelves towering up thirty to forty feet high. As she looked around the room, she noticed what appeared to be labels on each different section, but they were written in a language that she didn’t understand. It was likely Keliouxian Coding, but she hoped that AURORA could decode that for her. A few large overstuffed chairs sat around a polished oak table that was nearly thirty feet around. It would make a great place for her to actually hopefully be able to place whatever books were going to be helpful. She just hoped that she could find something helpful here.
As she finished scanning the room visually, she could see that AURORA was processing something. The Magical Girl didn’t know what was going on, but she decided to take a moment and feel around the place to see if anyone else had shown up… Nope still 2 in the Reference Wing, 2 in the Basement and 1… no wait maybe someone had joined whoever was in the attic; she couldn’t tell exactly, but it felt like some kind of interaction was going on there.
The Maiden shook her head, if AURORA didn’t find anything out soon, she would totally go around and see if anyone else needed help. Maybe that was going to be the best course of action for her and not just trying to do everything on her own.
WC: 1,073 Brianne WC: 1,859
tldr: Brianne puts on her stylish new double scouter and meets the AI inside (AURORA). She scans the room to try to figure out if anything can help and also tries to feel out the rest of the Academy in hopes of seeing if anyone else showed up. She hopes AURORA can help her find useful information in a vast library full of all kinds of things.
No. It most certainly wasn't the time, yet it was happening all the same. As his feet carried him up that staircase to the attic's entrance, those words pierced through his mind again.
"I am Warlord Tarble."
Glimpses of that time faded in and out. He hadn't thought of it in years, an event long cast aside by his mind. Yet the fear would likely.. be fresh in the minds of those that witnessed it. A crime he was framed for by rogue Saiyans. A crime he never committed, yet his cream white gloves stayed stained with the blood of the humans that died there. Something he could never take back. But why would it be? Even if he found proof..
"In reality, I decide whether you live or whether you die."
Would anyone within that situation really believe him? His reputation in some places came to a full stop after West City's decimation. He was no longer a Warlord.. no longer a Saiyan. Just 'the crazed Cosmic maniac that blew up West City'. He was a warmonger, a dog under Chaos. Yet none of these things defined his personality anymore.
"I am your God."
He was.. such a mistaken fool back then. No one, not even him, would have taken those words lightly.
"You are an insult to your mother and the striking image of your sick father."
And she couldn't have been more right. Perhaps it was now having so many perspectives of himself and the turns his mind could take that allowed him the context to become a better person. A more decent person. But back then? His mother would have never loved the man he became. He had become crazed by violence, drunk on the power that came with being a Cosmic Lord.
"You can't keep on like this. You hold this much power, and yet, you're like a child with fire. How long before you burn yourself? How long before you burn the people you love? Is this really how you want to live?"
Whether he wanted to admit it to himself or not, those words.. they stayed with him. They stuck with him beyond her death, beyond her revival of raw demonic blood.
"It doesn’t matter if people hate me. It doesn’t matter if I’m the one to hurt them. People are evolving constantly. You are evolving. And I want to see it. Whatever it takes."
Whatever it took.. even if it meant slicing him up. Isn't that just slightly psychopathic? Maybe some would see it that way, but she spoke the perfect language for Tarble. He was a Saiyan, whether he liked it or not. It meant she'd go through the idea of battling him again if it meant he had the capacity to change. Maybe if Bulma could see the man he was becoming now.. she could see the change he had gone through. How he fought to protect.
Didn't he just do the same thing she did?
When he stood up against the Cosmic Empire, even the likes of Samael, knowing that he'd be on the receiving end of death. He fought for what he believed in to the very end and had his head cut off in the end. Was it irony? No.. no, if anything, it was justice. A necessary thing he needed to endure to truly understand Bulma's place in the world. His torture in Hell, being torn away from Yamato and sealed in the prison, Tartarus. Learning. Growing.
In the midst of his thoughts, he could feel it. Two eyes burning through his skull. Scalpels aiming to give him a visual lobotomy. His own gaze was sent forward, met with the sight of a young girl. Her garbs were not Scholar-like, her hair was certainly not blue and her eyes were dark. She was no Keliouxian, yet she was in the attic. They watched over one another for a moment. The Tarble of the past.. he'd likely try to question her, push her against the wall forcibly and hurt her to get his information. But.. no.
"Tarble," he introduced himself. He began to walk toward the right. His wandering hands began to pierce through the darkened veil that fell upon most of the objects within the attic. "You saw the news? The Kais are trapped. I was hoping we could find something to help them out of their prison without breaking the barrier and letting enemies in too. I figured it might be too dangerous to go in from the front." Are you a fucking idiot? She could be an enemy! You're just feeding her all this information?
Even if she was an enemy, would it really matter? That mindset tracked. While the Kais were trapped, they were also protected. There was no doubt in his mind the enemy was likely on the same mindset that they were: get in at all costs without letting their other party pierce the barrier. It just made sense.
But her gaze. It reminded him a lot of her.
Maybe that's what compelled him to speak a bit more. "Let's try to find something. Hopefully we can save the Kais, then move on to reinforcing defenses on Earth and Kelioux before this storm really hits." He wasn't stupid. This was just the first move in this chess game, the epicenter of a much bigger crisis.
Anyone who thought this was the main event was a fool. This was just the beginning.
otarou listened to Yamato and remembered that his whole pact was his family. Well, he called them family and not a pack. The demon decided that this was not too different. It was just the way that he saw things versus what Yamato did. Simple enough. "Demonscourge, huh? They sounds like a rather rowdy bunch. But they should be powerful enough to threaten you, huh? I'll need to ask more about them after this is over," Kotarou replied. There wasn't much to comment on there, since Yamato didn't really elaborate. Hopefully, then, these books might have some clues. He wasn't the only one that translated these works, but he had certainly been one of the more recent contributors.
And then Yamato revealed a new fact to the demon. That Samael guy was once their companion? "Formerly named Azazel. Isn't the name Azazel a much more ancient demon? He'd even part of one of Earth's religions if I remember right. Maybe a few actually." While he couldn't comment too much, as it was more the affairs of the galaxy at large that Kotarou knew about, he did want to tell Yamato that things would go back to how they were before. However, that might not be true. If Azazel as the same as from myth, then this was about to get way sticker.
Kotarou flipped carefully as he used his demon sight to read the words. This was an old text, older than those he had recently translated. This might not be what he sought- because what Kotarou wanted to find wasn't what the others were looking for. What the demon wanted was to make his own kind of portal. What everyone looked for, it might have been destroyed when the man called Chaos had fought on Kelioux. Kotarou had helped a little with the restoration, but if that group was now attached to Azazel, or he had used the destruction as a part of the catalyst, then...
His thought process was just off as he mentioned Akito and the demon allowed himself a moment to smile. "My research has indeed produced some results. I'm a battle scholar, so I was looking for ways to incorporate me into the battlefield. As a demon, its rare to see a demon that draws their techniques from Hell directly, right?" While he could have showed Yamato before, now was not the time. The demon flipped a few more pages before he slid the tome back into place and turned to Yamato with a serious face.
"Yamato," Kotarou started with a calm tone, "What Tarble and the rest are searching for. Just so you know, it may no longer exist. The ability to free those in the Council may lay in here, however. A different way, but one that is more arcane than even the old device." He had heard from his Sage mentor what was being asked about. He was thrown out of the area when he was discovered, over an hour ago. The horned demon Sage had said that not even he had seen the device, and not just from old age. Kotarou had found that to be suspicious. Why did the Scholars not just produce the device? Why didn't they even look for it? Surely the Kai representatives had already been here to demand it.
His stance, which had changed, had him walk back over to the inky barrier or maybe a portal itself between this and the normal basement got his attention. Kotarou looked back at Yamato as he said, "Either we already went through what I'm looking for, or we are in a place that needs to be reported to the others that are here. But don't be too hasty yet. We're both demons, and that might be why we were let through." He wanted to be careful, so that no one came that couldn't get through. Perhaps something that had access to a restricted key could get things out of the regular basement that could help. "If they go for the arcane device, I have two hopes. That either its still here, or that we can make it again if it no longer exists." For that, they might need Celestial magic. If that was the case, he just hoped they had a few on hand for it.
Last Edit: Jun 19, 2020 14:32:43 GMT -5 by Kotarou
Area: Reference section, AKA Cauldron Wing! ------------------------------------------------ Soul grinned at her exclamation, then chuckled at her blush, doing his best to ignore his own that was slowly but steadily creeping up his face. However, the Hybrid's blush made a jump with him in his own startled surprise when Barkley hugged him, the eep barely contained. Instead, the half-Saiyan appreciated the kind gesture in awestruck silence, his body relaxing into her arms before his own arms came up to hug her back when the scent of vanilla and strawberries crept into his sense of smell.
It was a good scent, not too overpowering but definitely noticeable, and it agreed with what he knew about the girl in his arms.
He answered with a ever-growing grin, liking that she actually seemed pleasantly surprised at his appearance and the fact that he was here; "Oh, I'm not complaining about a hug, but I got here about ten minutes ago, coincidentally with the other nine here." He paused as she prattled on, barely letting him tell her the information she wanted to know before continuing the same line of thought, and Soul simply kept up that grin of his with her animated talk of excitement. When it was clear she was taking a breath to breathe with, he cleared his throat to respond and was once more struck speechless at the goofy grin beaming up at him from his chest.
As fast as she had jumped into his arms, she was suddenly out of it and mentioned something about the news, but Soul lamented the lost warmth and close connection and missed the exact words she had spoken, and responded on autopilot. "Yeah, yeah...The news was pretty bad, and we have to do something," he muttered, thoughts elsewhere while his attention roamed the redhead who was only a few feet away with her back to him, and he cleared his throat again and quickly looked away when she turned around.
Blush aside, he grabbed the half of the paper and nodded, understanding his task at hand and took a few more moments appreciating Barkley, then turned around and got on his way. Splitting up the tasks would be easier, and with two people now, they could cover more ground and probably find the books within the hour.
"Thanks, Barkley," he said to the library around him, unknown if the redhead had heard him, and headed upward for the first book; Philosphies of Master Elsfild." A few minutes passed as the Hybrid got used to the library layout, and understood how it was broken down into sections and floors, then by author, yet also separated by the mixed categories. Those tended to be between sections, either on end-caps, or by themselves in special cases or displays if the amount was small enough.
In less than fifteen minutes, he had found all of the books assigned to him and was currently perusing through several books in a series about Ki-manipulation, theories, and techniques. His eyes flashed and flickered with the pages that fluttered underneath of his fingers, dozens of pages passing in the span of seconds, and with a sigh he closed the book and ruminated on what he had sped through for about a minute.
Hmm...I see. Similar to several of the ways Ki was used and developed in a person in Uni 8, but unlike using energy as a base and having it draw in extra energy from the surroundings...people are forced to usually only draw from their own pool of energy. While technically stronger, and it builds up faster, my techniques are more powerful in long term battles. On top of that, instead of drawing energy from other living beings, I draw upon the ambient energy in the air, while also inducing it with my own Ki. Of course, it's more complicated...but I could work on this.
Although...Trying to do their techniques with the way my body is built will lead to a physical rejection on my end, instead of the Universe around me on my techniques. Either way I lose. Soul thought sourly, and was about to go meet up with Barkley when a glowing book out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Like a fly to honey, he moved and made a grab, only to stare at the seemingly ordinary book in his hands. No calligraphy to describe it's name, no colorful spine, just nothing on the outside to give appearance as to what may be within.
Soul hummed out a tune and walked away, the book clasped in his hands along with the other three he needed, and was startled to see that Barkley had beaten him to the fireplace. Had he been reading and thinking to himself more than he thought, or was she faster than him? Could be both, but he felt bad for having her wait for him, even if it turned out only to be just seconds after she had finished her own search.
He plopped down his books with a sigh and moved the one not on the list to the left, closest to him and a bit away from Barkley, and grabbed the first of the stack; 'Inner workings of the Jump Gate.
"This is the first that I think has the closest shot of doing what we like, but the problem lies with the components needed." Soul flipped open the book and scooted it over to Barkley, dozens of pages of arithmetic, formula, and coordinates dotted the complex equations. He didn't have much trouble reading them, but it would be better to get a program or an AI to decipher it for most people. It explained the energy required, the jump coordinates, and the various things associated with what would be going through a gate, along with the size of the gate and much more.
Those aside, to build a gate would be hard, and the best way to do it would be to scavenge parts off of numerous ships to make a jump gate, but that was only the barebones of what they needed.
Soul turned to her, waiting on her response if she had one, and then motioned to her own stack; "What about you?"