Post by Ladon on Dec 22, 2015 6:06:27 GMT -5
He fucking hated Las Noches. He wasn't bothered by the ocean of ravenous beasts waiting for the first opportunity to eat him, nor even the King's revolting attitude. Instead it was simply the geographical layout that bothered him. The Seireitei had the good sense to have some order in its construction; buildings were labeled, divisions were neatly organized and segmented, and even new visitors could navigate it with relative ease so long as they were able to read simple Kanji. Las Noches, on the other hand, was a rats nest of hallways and bland white towers that all bled into themselves to create a miasma of confusion that would take him months to truly master.
The king had given him no information other than "in my old Espada tower" as to the location he was meant to find (nor did he give him directions towards Sobek's tower for that matter) and as such Robert had wasted just over an hour traipsing about Las Noches searching identical towers. It was only by good fortune that he managed to find the small parcel that contained the severed hand he sought in the second tower he entered, thankfully having evaded earning the ire of another Espada by virtue of trespassing upon his home to ransack his cabinets.
When he arrived with the hand in Sobek's tower, his first thought was simply to take a scalpel to it, to treat it more like dissecting a frog than analyzing a piece of equipment. It would certainly be easier than cobbling together readings from the antiquated computer systems and tools that the science Espada had at his disposal, but in the end it simply wasn't an option. The king wanted it replicated, and had made it more than clear in his phrasing that it was of a fabricated nature.
So dissection was out.
The next option was structural analysis, to take detailed readings of its form, to study the composition of both its Reishi and Kishi components (assuming it possessed both) and then go from there. It was definitely the wisest choice, and so he had cobbled together as many functioning analytical devices as the equipment on hand allowed, and set about the task of figuring out exactly what this infernal thing was.
Detailed scans of its internal structure revealed that it was constructed entirely of Reishi, and almost appeared to be exactly what he would see if he scanned a remarkably well-preserved hand cut from a plus. The only thing that gave it away as artificial was its skeletal structure, or lack thereof. Although Robert could clearly see the severed ends of the Radius and Ulna bones where its stump began, the scans told him that the bones simply didn't exist. His fingers disagreed, as when he touched the bone it was most certainly tangible, and felt exactly as he expected it to feel.
After hours of scanning the hand, adjusting the devices and then scanning again to ensure that the shoddy equipment he was working with wasn't malfunctioning, he was left with a dilemma. Robert could waste days, weeks, even months of his life forming Hypotheses and then disproving them, but the most efficient way of addressing this would simply go to the source and ask The king. Erasmus clearly knew things he didn't know, both in general and about this hand specifically. The words he spoke indicated that he both knew it had a function, that it could be applied (although it indicated that the application was something he was unsure of), and that that function would be useful to him on a large scale. There was simply no other choice, he'd have to weather the kings bad mood and constant death threats to get the information he needed.
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Finding the king proved an easier task than he had expected, as he could see the man's unmistakable figure through one of the windows of his tower. It seemed the king was overlooking the reconstruction of his tower, and with any luck, he'd be amicable to discussion. Robert locked the hand away behind a simple bakudō barrier in the hopes that if the castle exploded again the hand wouldn't be taken with it, straightened his uniform, and then moved to meet his sovereign.
He approached from the king's back, though with no effort to hide his appearance. He closed the distance between the two with as fast a pace as he could adopt without appearing to be rushing the man, and took a knee once he got close; both to (hopefully) show some respect, and to avoid eye contact for as long as possible.
"Your Grace. Sobek has been dealt with, he left without argument and as such is still alive. I would ask a few minutes of your time, however. I have questions related to the tasks you have given me, and some information you might find pertinent."
The king had given him no information other than "in my old Espada tower" as to the location he was meant to find (nor did he give him directions towards Sobek's tower for that matter) and as such Robert had wasted just over an hour traipsing about Las Noches searching identical towers. It was only by good fortune that he managed to find the small parcel that contained the severed hand he sought in the second tower he entered, thankfully having evaded earning the ire of another Espada by virtue of trespassing upon his home to ransack his cabinets.
When he arrived with the hand in Sobek's tower, his first thought was simply to take a scalpel to it, to treat it more like dissecting a frog than analyzing a piece of equipment. It would certainly be easier than cobbling together readings from the antiquated computer systems and tools that the science Espada had at his disposal, but in the end it simply wasn't an option. The king wanted it replicated, and had made it more than clear in his phrasing that it was of a fabricated nature.
So dissection was out.
The next option was structural analysis, to take detailed readings of its form, to study the composition of both its Reishi and Kishi components (assuming it possessed both) and then go from there. It was definitely the wisest choice, and so he had cobbled together as many functioning analytical devices as the equipment on hand allowed, and set about the task of figuring out exactly what this infernal thing was.
Detailed scans of its internal structure revealed that it was constructed entirely of Reishi, and almost appeared to be exactly what he would see if he scanned a remarkably well-preserved hand cut from a plus. The only thing that gave it away as artificial was its skeletal structure, or lack thereof. Although Robert could clearly see the severed ends of the Radius and Ulna bones where its stump began, the scans told him that the bones simply didn't exist. His fingers disagreed, as when he touched the bone it was most certainly tangible, and felt exactly as he expected it to feel.
After hours of scanning the hand, adjusting the devices and then scanning again to ensure that the shoddy equipment he was working with wasn't malfunctioning, he was left with a dilemma. Robert could waste days, weeks, even months of his life forming Hypotheses and then disproving them, but the most efficient way of addressing this would simply go to the source and ask The king. Erasmus clearly knew things he didn't know, both in general and about this hand specifically. The words he spoke indicated that he both knew it had a function, that it could be applied (although it indicated that the application was something he was unsure of), and that that function would be useful to him on a large scale. There was simply no other choice, he'd have to weather the kings bad mood and constant death threats to get the information he needed.
--
Finding the king proved an easier task than he had expected, as he could see the man's unmistakable figure through one of the windows of his tower. It seemed the king was overlooking the reconstruction of his tower, and with any luck, he'd be amicable to discussion. Robert locked the hand away behind a simple bakudō barrier in the hopes that if the castle exploded again the hand wouldn't be taken with it, straightened his uniform, and then moved to meet his sovereign.
He approached from the king's back, though with no effort to hide his appearance. He closed the distance between the two with as fast a pace as he could adopt without appearing to be rushing the man, and took a knee once he got close; both to (hopefully) show some respect, and to avoid eye contact for as long as possible.
"Your Grace. Sobek has been dealt with, he left without argument and as such is still alive. I would ask a few minutes of your time, however. I have questions related to the tasks you have given me, and some information you might find pertinent."
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