Control The Divine [Robert/Erasmus]
Feb 15, 2016 11:48:58 GMT -5
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Post by Ladon on Feb 15, 2016 11:48:58 GMT -5
How would you spend your last day on this earth? For Robert, this was a question he had answered twice in his life, first when he prepared to fight Jikan for control of his body, and again when he left for Hueco Mundo to try and recover Walkren. Both times, he drank to excess, indulged in pleasures of the flesh, and tried to squeeze some fleeting pleasure out of a life soon to be snuffed out.
When he returned to Hueco Mundo this time, however, things were different. He had spent the day with Evelynn, and it was perhaps the most stereotypically romantic day they had ever spent together. He cooked for her, he told her stories, and he shared her bed. Not once did he allow himself to speak a word of the Seireitei politics, nor of his own situation. The walls had ears, and even if they didn’t, he didn’t want to burden her. If this was to be his last day alive, as it very well could be, then he wanted to spend it happy, and he found that in her company.
In the first hours of the morning, he had woken her up to steal away a kiss, and spent five last minutes in her company and indulging in her laughter. With that last treat secured, he left her tower and retreated out across the desert. Robert walked until Las Noches was no longer in sight, and only then did he stop to do his work.
Are you sure this will work? asked Kaname, his voice laden with trepidation.
No, but it’s the only choice we have. I will not be a serf any longer. I cannot live under the yoke of another, without so much as privacy in my own mind. Kiriko’s plan was a good one, and we have done all that we can to secure it thanks to Kionchi.
Fancy that. You do have some trace of a spine after all. Shame you’re using it to hide.
Robert ignored Jikan’s sleight. He wouldn’t rattle Robert’s cage, not today. He had made his peace with it.
Well, while I can still remember to say it, good luck. If nothing else, we had a hell of a run.
We did.
Robert laid his Zanpakutō on the ground before him. Its blade was drawn from the scabbard, which lay on the ground next to it. Memory’s habit of repeating was his key weapon. Most events in life were cyclical, bathroom breaks, dull routines such as eating meals, running the same test over and over again, the white noise that even your own mind filtered out. Junk memories. With the help of Kionchi, and more than a few hours in the forbidden library, he had devised his seal. He would bind specific memories, and then rearrange the soul data, scrambling it and then overlaying it with junk memories.
He would hide the truth of what he knew from both himself and the king.
He just needed a key, a way to unseal the memories he didn’t even know he had sealed. That was to be his Zanpakutō, the companion he always carried at his side, and the one he dare not touch in the king’s presence. He would have to bind it to the sheath, also. If the blade rested in its scabbard, the memories would be released, but if he drew it, they would not. Then, upon release of his Zanpakutō into its true state, its seal would reverse, so that he only remembered if he held the gun.
It was a complex nesting doll of a plan, layers within layers. He could use his Shikai in the king’s presence, as he would draw his blade from its sheath, release it, and immediately place its form in his belt before the memories were unlocked long enough for the king to notice. If he need remember, however, he merely need hold the gun, or keep the blade sheathed, both things he wouldn’t do before Erasmus.
It was his only shot, and with any luck it would work.
“Spring Sun
Snow Whiteness
Bright Clouds
Clear Wind
Silence fills the void.”
Robert raised his hands out before him, palms glowing white with energy. He slammed them together so that the palms pressed into the bottom of his forearms, and his fingers locked in as tight as he could. Pain flooded his system as energy tore through his flesh and into his bones, the energy of the spell being carved into his very skeleton as he sealed the magic into his being.
When he pulled his hands away an infinitely complex array of symbols and kanji covered his skin, their white glow turning a deep blue.
“I draw pure water from the fire”
He grabbed his Zanpakutō, and immediately the light spread to the blade, coating it in a billion tiny sigils.
“A blow like the stroke of lightning”
He slammed the blade back into its sheath, and the light consumed it too. He laid it on his lap, his left hand grasping the hilt while his right held the base of the sheath.
“The world turns on its hinge
We sink into the ocean
And seek redemption together.”
“Bakudō #104: Oboeshika.”
The light inside the barrier grew brighter and brighter, the marks on his arms burning with such intensity that he was driven to scream in agony. Through the pain, he forced himself to focus in on every memory the king couldn’t know, locking them away where even he could no longer find them..
His development of this spell.
His meeting with Kionchi.
The captains meeting.
Kiriko Chinda.
The sabotaging of his seal.
The runes of the Shakonmaku.
After nearly a minute, the light faded in an instant, and like that it was over. The kanji from his arms were gone and everything was silent.
He still remembered everything, but then again, his hand was on his sword.
Robert stood up on shaky feet, and allowed his containment barrier to fall away into nothing. His light and his words were over, and so his privacy was no longer required. There was only one thing left to do now.
He dropped the blade.
Robert stared at the ground in confusion for several moments, perplexed.
How’d I get here? he asked Kaname, his confusion palpable.
I don’t know. Just don’t leave me on the desert floor. replied Kaname, his voice equally perplexed.
Robert dropped down, and picked up the blade.
And then he laughed.
-----
Robert adjusted his tie, tightened his eye-patch, and stepped into the hall of the King. Court was in session, and Robert breezed casually past the line of supplicants. Today he was palpably anxious, as he knew that this could well get him killed. He knew precisely how to do the power seals that Erasmus wanted, but he had no idea how to apply them, because he had no idea how the king's soul worked. He wasn't Arrancar, he wasn't Shinigami, he wasn't even mortal. Each species had different spiritual structures, and each person had their power flow differently. To bind the king as he so desired, Robert had to understand him, and he couldn't understand what he couldn't sense.
The delivery of bad news wasn't something he was in a rush for, and so he waited patiently in the corner of the room, watching Hollow-Breed after Hollow-Breed trickle forward. Each would ask their asinine questions and make their asinine requests, and then be dealt with before scurrying off. It was only when the last one had left that Robert rose from his chair and approached the throne.
"Your grace," Robert dropped to a knee, and made sure to look the king in the eye this time. "I come with... mixed news. You'll not want the servants to hear this."
His eyes shot to the carry-ons that hung in the corners of the room, waiting patiently for a request to be made. It was only when the king got rid of them that he continued.
"I have expanded my knowledge of seals, and I could give you what you want... if I understood you. The problem is that, well, I cannot sense your Reiatsu. I don't even know what species you are, let alone how your energy works. Seals like this, they're like a suit. They have to be individually tailored, or they don't fit properly. Your power dwarfs mine to the point where I cannot risk forcing myself to sense it without doing great personal injury. I am unsure of how we should proceed."
When he returned to Hueco Mundo this time, however, things were different. He had spent the day with Evelynn, and it was perhaps the most stereotypically romantic day they had ever spent together. He cooked for her, he told her stories, and he shared her bed. Not once did he allow himself to speak a word of the Seireitei politics, nor of his own situation. The walls had ears, and even if they didn’t, he didn’t want to burden her. If this was to be his last day alive, as it very well could be, then he wanted to spend it happy, and he found that in her company.
In the first hours of the morning, he had woken her up to steal away a kiss, and spent five last minutes in her company and indulging in her laughter. With that last treat secured, he left her tower and retreated out across the desert. Robert walked until Las Noches was no longer in sight, and only then did he stop to do his work.
Are you sure this will work? asked Kaname, his voice laden with trepidation.
No, but it’s the only choice we have. I will not be a serf any longer. I cannot live under the yoke of another, without so much as privacy in my own mind. Kiriko’s plan was a good one, and we have done all that we can to secure it thanks to Kionchi.
Fancy that. You do have some trace of a spine after all. Shame you’re using it to hide.
Robert ignored Jikan’s sleight. He wouldn’t rattle Robert’s cage, not today. He had made his peace with it.
Well, while I can still remember to say it, good luck. If nothing else, we had a hell of a run.
We did.
Robert laid his Zanpakutō on the ground before him. Its blade was drawn from the scabbard, which lay on the ground next to it. Memory’s habit of repeating was his key weapon. Most events in life were cyclical, bathroom breaks, dull routines such as eating meals, running the same test over and over again, the white noise that even your own mind filtered out. Junk memories. With the help of Kionchi, and more than a few hours in the forbidden library, he had devised his seal. He would bind specific memories, and then rearrange the soul data, scrambling it and then overlaying it with junk memories.
He would hide the truth of what he knew from both himself and the king.
He just needed a key, a way to unseal the memories he didn’t even know he had sealed. That was to be his Zanpakutō, the companion he always carried at his side, and the one he dare not touch in the king’s presence. He would have to bind it to the sheath, also. If the blade rested in its scabbard, the memories would be released, but if he drew it, they would not. Then, upon release of his Zanpakutō into its true state, its seal would reverse, so that he only remembered if he held the gun.
It was a complex nesting doll of a plan, layers within layers. He could use his Shikai in the king’s presence, as he would draw his blade from its sheath, release it, and immediately place its form in his belt before the memories were unlocked long enough for the king to notice. If he need remember, however, he merely need hold the gun, or keep the blade sheathed, both things he wouldn’t do before Erasmus.
It was his only shot, and with any luck it would work.
“Spring Sun
Snow Whiteness
Bright Clouds
Clear Wind
Silence fills the void.”
Robert raised his hands out before him, palms glowing white with energy. He slammed them together so that the palms pressed into the bottom of his forearms, and his fingers locked in as tight as he could. Pain flooded his system as energy tore through his flesh and into his bones, the energy of the spell being carved into his very skeleton as he sealed the magic into his being.
When he pulled his hands away an infinitely complex array of symbols and kanji covered his skin, their white glow turning a deep blue.
“I draw pure water from the fire”
He grabbed his Zanpakutō, and immediately the light spread to the blade, coating it in a billion tiny sigils.
“A blow like the stroke of lightning”
He slammed the blade back into its sheath, and the light consumed it too. He laid it on his lap, his left hand grasping the hilt while his right held the base of the sheath.
“The world turns on its hinge
We sink into the ocean
And seek redemption together.”
“Bakudō #104: Oboeshika.”
The light inside the barrier grew brighter and brighter, the marks on his arms burning with such intensity that he was driven to scream in agony. Through the pain, he forced himself to focus in on every memory the king couldn’t know, locking them away where even he could no longer find them..
His development of this spell.
His meeting with Kionchi.
The captains meeting.
Kiriko Chinda.
The sabotaging of his seal.
The runes of the Shakonmaku.
After nearly a minute, the light faded in an instant, and like that it was over. The kanji from his arms were gone and everything was silent.
He still remembered everything, but then again, his hand was on his sword.
Robert stood up on shaky feet, and allowed his containment barrier to fall away into nothing. His light and his words were over, and so his privacy was no longer required. There was only one thing left to do now.
He dropped the blade.
Robert stared at the ground in confusion for several moments, perplexed.
How’d I get here? he asked Kaname, his confusion palpable.
I don’t know. Just don’t leave me on the desert floor. replied Kaname, his voice equally perplexed.
Robert dropped down, and picked up the blade.
And then he laughed.
-----
Robert adjusted his tie, tightened his eye-patch, and stepped into the hall of the King. Court was in session, and Robert breezed casually past the line of supplicants. Today he was palpably anxious, as he knew that this could well get him killed. He knew precisely how to do the power seals that Erasmus wanted, but he had no idea how to apply them, because he had no idea how the king's soul worked. He wasn't Arrancar, he wasn't Shinigami, he wasn't even mortal. Each species had different spiritual structures, and each person had their power flow differently. To bind the king as he so desired, Robert had to understand him, and he couldn't understand what he couldn't sense.
The delivery of bad news wasn't something he was in a rush for, and so he waited patiently in the corner of the room, watching Hollow-Breed after Hollow-Breed trickle forward. Each would ask their asinine questions and make their asinine requests, and then be dealt with before scurrying off. It was only when the last one had left that Robert rose from his chair and approached the throne.
"Your grace," Robert dropped to a knee, and made sure to look the king in the eye this time. "I come with... mixed news. You'll not want the servants to hear this."
His eyes shot to the carry-ons that hung in the corners of the room, waiting patiently for a request to be made. It was only when the king got rid of them that he continued.
"I have expanded my knowledge of seals, and I could give you what you want... if I understood you. The problem is that, well, I cannot sense your Reiatsu. I don't even know what species you are, let alone how your energy works. Seals like this, they're like a suit. They have to be individually tailored, or they don't fit properly. Your power dwarfs mine to the point where I cannot risk forcing myself to sense it without doing great personal injury. I am unsure of how we should proceed."
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