White Mesa [p,nk, Charles and Mortus]

Charles and Morty arrived in the lab. "Now, put the specimens in those three tanks filled with fluid over there. Please do not touch the fluid, as it is reiatsu-sensitive." Charles then put some suspicious-looking metal-plastic gloves over his hands and stood in front of the tanks.

[btw, I will be in the chatbox until about 6:00 or so]

''what is that stuff?'' mortus picked up each prisoner and tossed them each into a seperate tank

[i will be offline now until 11 at least]

Charles frowned. It wasn't Mortus' place to ask such scientific questions. "Collection and analysis fluid. I tuned it so that I could use it with my reiatus in order to collect data on samples such as these. Now, let's begin." He raised his hands in the air, and the whole room began to shake. "Hmm hmm.... hehehe.... heehee... hahahaha... AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!" Charles would laugh maniacally as information began to flow into his mind. "Mortus.... I know everything about these people. Where and when they were born, what crimes they've commited, and even when they've been in bed with a woman. I even know their reiatsu types, colors, and frequencies. Now.... let the experiment begin." He gestured forward with his right arm, then swept it out to the side grandiosely. "Heehee hmmm hmm hahaha.. it's starting..." Some whitish reiatsu began seeping into the fluid and began infiltrating the man's body. He began to scream wildly, thrashing about in the tank like a fish out of water. "Oh, what's this.... hmmm...." The man suddnely spun around and around until he settled down. His face was turned toward the other wall. "Hmmm.... did it work? To early to tell...." The man was slowly turning around... and there it was. On his face.. a most beatifully gruesome hollow mask. Then, there was a sound. It was like a distorted whisper..... it came from the now-hollowfied man. It was garbled, but was clear enough for them to hear, "All........... hail........ the lord and master..... of the new world." Charles too began to make a noise. At first it sounded like sobbing but then.... "hyuk hyuk hyuk... shishishi...kishishishi... heheheheHAHAHAHAHAHehehehHAAAHAAAHAAA, HAAHAHAAAHAAA! It recognizes me as its god! How unusual. I should make a note of that. Well? Mortus? Shall we begin with the second specimen?"

''sounds fun'' mortus grinned ''you are the most evil and twisted fraccione i have ever seen, and i mean that as a compliment. lets see what happens with the next, hey, would it work if i tried doing one?''

Charles smiled. "Errr..... I'm afraid not, I tuned this device to my reiatsu so no stupid numeros would go around messing with it." He repeated the process with the second, with success. "OK, Morty, now for the third sample. The strong one." He gestured with his arms, starting the process. Apparently, this man's soul was in such decay that it showed almost no signs of initial reiatsu rejection. "How curious.... complete success. Draining fluid." The liquid drained away. "I've already fed their reiatsu to the walls. Mortus, please go and put them into recovery tanks over there. Now, let me show you something." He lifted both his arms up, and the wall opened, revealing an enourmous, vast.... room? No, more like another building entirely. It had nothing except for thousands upon thousands of spherical green pods. "Cloning pods, Mortus. 100,000 of them. A force to rival Soul Society."

''how do you tune it? with a tuning fork? baahaaahaaahahaha!!!'' mortus dumped each of the specimens/victims into a recovery tank. ''alejandro asked you to make the army?''

Charles laughed. "Heehee... no, not with a tuning fork. By exposure during creation, the same way that human white blood cells work. And yes, the king wants an army. One that will give us the superior advantage." He closed up the wall, and took off the gloves. "Whew! Ok, I suggest you rest up. Soul Society is next."

''is this the part about looking for the captain's reiatsu signature? if so we need to visit the quincies i guess. how soon do you wanna leave? just the two of us? mind if i go spar again?'' words flew out of mortus' mouth, as he flopped down on the floor

"Yes, it is, and we do need to visit the Quincies, but only after Nico and Bonnie return with the relevant information." Charles yawned. "Yah, it should just be the two of us, being pretty stealthy, and highly intelligent. Now, I'm pretty pooped, so I might spar later, but not now. See ya!"

[exit, closed]