Time to get the real party started. [Open]
Character(s): Ichigo, Penny and everyone else at the Morem o Lisboa
Content: Penny's experiment which goes somewhat awry as most experiments do. And how the rest deal with it. 8D
Setting: Morem o Lisboa
Time: Midnight and early, early Wednesday morning
Warnings: Blood
Ichigo logged off the network and closed up his journal, tucking it safely back into one of his pockets. He found himself staring apprehensively at Penny's door a few minutes later, slightly nervous about the whole ritual thing. Trying to calm himself down by taking a few deep breaths, Ichigo steadied himself, and knocked sharply on the door twice.
The door was answered a few short seconds later by a rather grumpy looking catboy. The short, cute, lean man with spiky black hair looked the shinigami up and down a few times, then stepped aside to let him in.
"The ghost-thing is here to see you, mistress."
Penny was made visible as Mr. M stepped to the side. She was stripped of her gown from the shoulders to her waist, only her black bra covering her torso. Her skin was pale and soft from careful tending and her midnight hair hung in tendrils down her back. She was turned away from the orange-haired boy at the moment, sweeping her long hair into her hands and tying it up. She would need it out of her face.
"Come in Ichigo. I'll be ready in a moment, just take a seat on the bed. And be nice, Mr. M."
The catboy humphed and sat on the bed first, curling his legs under him. He had finally gotten used to sitting like a human, an accomplishment he was rather proud of since they had those silly round backsides.
Ichigo was about to protest against being called 'the ghost-thing', but on second thought, he decided to just shut up about it, nodding to both Mr. M and Penny as he entered the room. "Er, I suppose I'd need to get my shirt off now, huh?"
He coughed a little and looked down at the floor, slightly uncomfortable at being in the same room with a half-naked girl; even if it was the top half, and she did keep her bra on anyway. Ichigo was just a fifteen year old kid, after all.
Penny smiled and turned around.
"Please. And don't be nervous. Just think of me as a doctor. Besides, as handsome a boy you are you're a little young for me. Besides, it's not like we're alone."
Penny indicated Mistoffellees who was still making himself comfortable on the bed, and who was examining Ichigo rather closely. M's current form seemed pretty young, no older than Ichigo. Just as his cat form was a young, lean feline, his human form reflected that, Penny supposed.
The witch started to distribute candles on the floor in a small pentagon shape, then sat in a surprisingly good seiza form on the floor in front of them, the bowl of transmuted blood to her left.
"Please sit across from me when you're done."
The boy shrugged out of his jacket and proceeded to unbutton and remove his white school shirt, revealing a dozen or so scars running across his torso; souvenirs from his little heroic adventure in Rukongai, and his run-in with the traitor, Aizen. He folded them neatly out of habit, leaving them on one corner of the bed, and finally sat down cross-legged on the floor opposite Penny. "Okay... what's next?"
Penny rather unveiledly admired the boy's physique. He was certainly a warrior, and gifted with fine tan skin and handsome features. He'd make some girl very happy some day. Mr. M also looked both the boy and his mistress over.
"Human physiques... are more attractive than a cat's."
The closest thing to a compliment Penny had ever heard him say. The witch dipped her fingers into the blood, drawing the beginnings of a pentagram starting with one of the candles. She only needed to draw a short line of it, though, before her powers took over and the pentagram filled itself out, lighting the candles with sudden gouts of flame that slowly began to burn blue instead of red; a side effect whenever she tried to use borderline dark magic like this.
"I'm going to draw some symbols on our bodies using this blood, to connect us by body and soul."
She took a beautiful leather and jewelbound book from the desk, reaching back with surprising flexibility. Her Book of Shadows recorded both Penny's daily personal journal and her spell ideas. The symbols she decided to use for this particular spell were an interesting set composed of both kanji she had picked up from magic shops in Japantown and Aesir Runes from the nords. The symbols mostly meant 'blood,' 'energy,' 'connection,' 'transfer,' 'share,' and things like that. It had taken some extrapolation and adaptation, but Penny felt it was effort well worth it. If it worked, anyway. She also added some intricate looking tattoos of her own design, just a personal touch to make the magic connect more easily.
She started on herself first, drawing large runes and kanji on her own torso, then running her fingers down in lines on her arms.
Ichigo was startled when the candles all lighted by themselves, to say the least, but he reminded himself that this wasn't Japan anymore; in this place, anything could happen. The arcane symbols that Penny had begun to draw on herself seemed completely unfamiliar for a short while until he'd managed to make out a few words that he could understand-
He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply again; this probably wasn't going to be very pleasant.
Penny finished with herself, then redipped her fingers, leaning forward over the candles to start spreading the cool liquid on Ichigo's chest and stomach. Her strokes were long and slow, careful, one smudge could potentially harm her vision of the spell and render the magic less effective. She folded her hands after the runes were finished, closing her eyes.
"Alright, now all that's left to do is for me to work my magic. Please stay still, don't try to flex those powerful muscles of yours and smudge the designs."
She thought for a moment on what an appropriate song would be. The power of songs were evident even when magic wasn't present in them. A good song... Yes, that one seemed appropriate. Devour by Disturbed.
" will devour you
Take all the pain away
I cannot stay my hand
From reaching out so that I can
Empower you
For all eternity
It seems to ease my mind
To know that you've brought
Meaning to my life"
Her singing voice was rich and beautiful, dipping low and reaching high. As she sang out her incantation, the markings writhed and glowed a deadly crimson light, tinting the entire room in the color of blood. Penny's eyes soon took on the same red light, overcoming the electric blue they usually shone, and M's emerald greens were dyed claret as well. The light reached into the young death god, pulling his power out from him and transferring it to Penny, who soaked it in like a hungry rose, curving her spine as Quintessence flooded her pattern and spilled out into her spirit companions. Totoro and Kermit made sudden jolts from where they lay in a cast iron lunchbox on the desk and Mr. M clawed at his own flesh, arching his back and making a helpless, breathy mewling sound.
From where she was lost in a near-painful red haze, Penny decided that maybe this hadn't been such a good idea... She reached out with her will, desperately trying to cut off the spell.
Ichigo did his utmost best to remain still while he allowed Penny's voice to wash over him, even as his vision clouded over with red as she continued, a blinding red that reminded him all too well of the bloodbath in Room 46. He wasn't quite sure exactly when it started, or where it originated, but Ichigo was suddenly aware of a fresh piercing pain as it shot through his entire body; something like Senbonzakura, only a couple of hundred times worse.
A familiar presence in the back of his head was starting to make itself known, and Ichigo tried to force it back out of wherever it was right now; fighting to stay conscious, knowing full well what would happen if it managed to take control of his body.
The boy gritted his teeth in a bid to keep himself from screaming as the pain seemed to climb a notch higher every second, already feeling his body weakening at an alarming rate. Ichigo could taste blood in his mouth- either he had already sustained an internal injury this quickly, or he'd bitten himself instead... and he was still hoping for the latter as the red started to fade to black.
Penny struggled through the painfully pleasurable crimson haze reaching into herself to find her magic, her Avatar. The spell had to stop now, despite how much she was compelled to never stop... With a snip-snap of her will, the thread tying the two of them together was broken and the runes decorating both of their bodies faded out of existence, exhausted. The light stopped shining, and Penny fell backwards, panting. Her fingers, her eyes, her toes were all crackling with quintessence, power concentrated. It was driving her mad. In a frenzy she stood and looked around the room, spotting the first thing she saw, her Journal, and grabbed it, discharging at least 15 measure of Quint into it. Even though Penny hadn't spelled it or anything, she could tell that it was now a Fetish of hers. The Quintessence would remain until she needed it.
Her work done, Penny collapsed onto the floor, eyes slowly lightening back into a normal color of blue. Mr. M was in a dead faint next to Ichigo on the floor.
ICHIGO.
"Ichigo? Are you all right?"
He wasn't dead, many thanks for that. Penny wouldn't felt a lot more than what she had, had he died...
A maniacal laugh from Ichigo's otherwise prone form face down on the ground was her only reply; and he seemed to be talking to himself, only the voice didn't quite sound like his own...
"I told you already, you are completely pathetic, Ichigo. What the hell are you doing, trying to get yourself killed?"
The figure fluidly drew himself up onto his feet, an impossibly wide grin spread across its face, or at least the part that wasn't covered by the beginnings of a mask that was somehow attached to the left side of once-Ichigo's face; eyes blazing. Only that his eyes were now a deep gold, and the whites of his eyes were, well, completely black. As soon as his gaze fell on Penny, an arm shot out, grabbing her by the throat and lifting her clear off the ground. "So... you're the one trying to siphon power from Ichigo?" It shook its head and tsk-ed, grinning even wider now. "That just won't do... Without his reiatsu I won't be able to show off, and I simply hate not being able to demonstrate my power..."
Penny grabbed the hand around her throat with suspicious strength, the Quintessence flooding her body relieving her of certain human frailties as her will began to take over. This creature possessing Ichigo had the gall to denounce HER? Well, she wasn't going to take that lying down, Pretty Penny was no pushover. She narrowed electric blue eyes at the creature. She could sense it's spiritual nature, a simple matter for her to dispatch, certainly. All it took was a little magic.
"Who are you to command me, who steals someone else's form? I'll just liberate Ichigo of you now. BY THE POWER OF CHRIST, I COMPEL THEE FROM THIS FORM!"
Silver light burst from Penny's eyes as she focused her will through the clause in the bible where Jesus gives all humans the power to exorcise demons and evil spirits.
As it came into contact with the power from Penny's exorcism attempt, the creature loosened its grip on her throat and dropped her with a yelp, yet recovering in seconds. "Nice try... but that's not quite enough to get rid of me, my dear."
Still grinning, it grabbed at the badge hanging from Ichigo's belt and forced his soul out of his body, which almost immediately lost the grin, the mask and collapsed on the floor, lifeless.
"Now, be honoured that you get to witness my true power..." it hissed, pulling Zangetsu off its back and pointing it straight in front of him, reiatsu gathering and concentrating until it resembled a blue flame that surrounded the shinigami's form.
"BANKAI."
Blue crackling reiatsu engulfed the boy, filling the entire room with a blinding white light, power and smoke-
As the light faded, a figure in a black tattered trenchcoat stood amidst the dissipating smoke, pitch black zanpakutou in hand. His eyes glowed an even more poisonous yellow as he took a step forward towards Penny, grin still plastered on his face, maniacal as ever, and almost 60% of the mask had reformed by now.
"Well then, let's all have some fun, shall we?"
Content: Penny's experiment which goes somewhat awry as most experiments do. And how the rest deal with it. 8D
Setting: Morem o Lisboa
Time: Midnight and early, early Wednesday morning
Warnings: Blood
Ichigo logged off the network and closed up his journal, tucking it safely back into one of his pockets. He found himself staring apprehensively at Penny's door a few minutes later, slightly nervous about the whole ritual thing. Trying to calm himself down by taking a few deep breaths, Ichigo steadied himself, and knocked sharply on the door twice.
The door was answered a few short seconds later by a rather grumpy looking catboy. The short, cute, lean man with spiky black hair looked the shinigami up and down a few times, then stepped aside to let him in.
"The ghost-thing is here to see you, mistress."
Penny was made visible as Mr. M stepped to the side. She was stripped of her gown from the shoulders to her waist, only her black bra covering her torso. Her skin was pale and soft from careful tending and her midnight hair hung in tendrils down her back. She was turned away from the orange-haired boy at the moment, sweeping her long hair into her hands and tying it up. She would need it out of her face.
"Come in Ichigo. I'll be ready in a moment, just take a seat on the bed. And be nice, Mr. M."
The catboy humphed and sat on the bed first, curling his legs under him. He had finally gotten used to sitting like a human, an accomplishment he was rather proud of since they had those silly round backsides.
Ichigo was about to protest against being called 'the ghost-thing', but on second thought, he decided to just shut up about it, nodding to both Mr. M and Penny as he entered the room. "Er, I suppose I'd need to get my shirt off now, huh?"
He coughed a little and looked down at the floor, slightly uncomfortable at being in the same room with a half-naked girl; even if it was the top half, and she did keep her bra on anyway. Ichigo was just a fifteen year old kid, after all.
Penny smiled and turned around.
"Please. And don't be nervous. Just think of me as a doctor. Besides, as handsome a boy you are you're a little young for me. Besides, it's not like we're alone."
Penny indicated Mistoffellees who was still making himself comfortable on the bed, and who was examining Ichigo rather closely. M's current form seemed pretty young, no older than Ichigo. Just as his cat form was a young, lean feline, his human form reflected that, Penny supposed.
The witch started to distribute candles on the floor in a small pentagon shape, then sat in a surprisingly good seiza form on the floor in front of them, the bowl of transmuted blood to her left.
"Please sit across from me when you're done."
The boy shrugged out of his jacket and proceeded to unbutton and remove his white school shirt, revealing a dozen or so scars running across his torso; souvenirs from his little heroic adventure in Rukongai, and his run-in with the traitor, Aizen. He folded them neatly out of habit, leaving them on one corner of the bed, and finally sat down cross-legged on the floor opposite Penny. "Okay... what's next?"
Penny rather unveiledly admired the boy's physique. He was certainly a warrior, and gifted with fine tan skin and handsome features. He'd make some girl very happy some day. Mr. M also looked both the boy and his mistress over.
"Human physiques... are more attractive than a cat's."
The closest thing to a compliment Penny had ever heard him say. The witch dipped her fingers into the blood, drawing the beginnings of a pentagram starting with one of the candles. She only needed to draw a short line of it, though, before her powers took over and the pentagram filled itself out, lighting the candles with sudden gouts of flame that slowly began to burn blue instead of red; a side effect whenever she tried to use borderline dark magic like this.
"I'm going to draw some symbols on our bodies using this blood, to connect us by body and soul."
She took a beautiful leather and jewelbound book from the desk, reaching back with surprising flexibility. Her Book of Shadows recorded both Penny's daily personal journal and her spell ideas. The symbols she decided to use for this particular spell were an interesting set composed of both kanji she had picked up from magic shops in Japantown and Aesir Runes from the nords. The symbols mostly meant 'blood,' 'energy,' 'connection,' 'transfer,' 'share,' and things like that. It had taken some extrapolation and adaptation, but Penny felt it was effort well worth it. If it worked, anyway. She also added some intricate looking tattoos of her own design, just a personal touch to make the magic connect more easily.
She started on herself first, drawing large runes and kanji on her own torso, then running her fingers down in lines on her arms.
Ichigo was startled when the candles all lighted by themselves, to say the least, but he reminded himself that this wasn't Japan anymore; in this place, anything could happen. The arcane symbols that Penny had begun to draw on herself seemed completely unfamiliar for a short while until he'd managed to make out a few words that he could understand-
He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply again; this probably wasn't going to be very pleasant.
Penny finished with herself, then redipped her fingers, leaning forward over the candles to start spreading the cool liquid on Ichigo's chest and stomach. Her strokes were long and slow, careful, one smudge could potentially harm her vision of the spell and render the magic less effective. She folded her hands after the runes were finished, closing her eyes.
"Alright, now all that's left to do is for me to work my magic. Please stay still, don't try to flex those powerful muscles of yours and smudge the designs."
She thought for a moment on what an appropriate song would be. The power of songs were evident even when magic wasn't present in them. A good song... Yes, that one seemed appropriate. Devour by Disturbed.
" will devour you
Take all the pain away
I cannot stay my hand
From reaching out so that I can
Empower you
For all eternity
It seems to ease my mind
To know that you've brought
Meaning to my life"
Her singing voice was rich and beautiful, dipping low and reaching high. As she sang out her incantation, the markings writhed and glowed a deadly crimson light, tinting the entire room in the color of blood. Penny's eyes soon took on the same red light, overcoming the electric blue they usually shone, and M's emerald greens were dyed claret as well. The light reached into the young death god, pulling his power out from him and transferring it to Penny, who soaked it in like a hungry rose, curving her spine as Quintessence flooded her pattern and spilled out into her spirit companions. Totoro and Kermit made sudden jolts from where they lay in a cast iron lunchbox on the desk and Mr. M clawed at his own flesh, arching his back and making a helpless, breathy mewling sound.
From where she was lost in a near-painful red haze, Penny decided that maybe this hadn't been such a good idea... She reached out with her will, desperately trying to cut off the spell.
Ichigo did his utmost best to remain still while he allowed Penny's voice to wash over him, even as his vision clouded over with red as she continued, a blinding red that reminded him all too well of the bloodbath in Room 46. He wasn't quite sure exactly when it started, or where it originated, but Ichigo was suddenly aware of a fresh piercing pain as it shot through his entire body; something like Senbonzakura, only a couple of hundred times worse.
A familiar presence in the back of his head was starting to make itself known, and Ichigo tried to force it back out of wherever it was right now; fighting to stay conscious, knowing full well what would happen if it managed to take control of his body.
The boy gritted his teeth in a bid to keep himself from screaming as the pain seemed to climb a notch higher every second, already feeling his body weakening at an alarming rate. Ichigo could taste blood in his mouth- either he had already sustained an internal injury this quickly, or he'd bitten himself instead... and he was still hoping for the latter as the red started to fade to black.
Penny struggled through the painfully pleasurable crimson haze reaching into herself to find her magic, her Avatar. The spell had to stop now, despite how much she was compelled to never stop... With a snip-snap of her will, the thread tying the two of them together was broken and the runes decorating both of their bodies faded out of existence, exhausted. The light stopped shining, and Penny fell backwards, panting. Her fingers, her eyes, her toes were all crackling with quintessence, power concentrated. It was driving her mad. In a frenzy she stood and looked around the room, spotting the first thing she saw, her Journal, and grabbed it, discharging at least 15 measure of Quint into it. Even though Penny hadn't spelled it or anything, she could tell that it was now a Fetish of hers. The Quintessence would remain until she needed it.
Her work done, Penny collapsed onto the floor, eyes slowly lightening back into a normal color of blue. Mr. M was in a dead faint next to Ichigo on the floor.
ICHIGO.
"Ichigo? Are you all right?"
He wasn't dead, many thanks for that. Penny wouldn't felt a lot more than what she had, had he died...
A maniacal laugh from Ichigo's otherwise prone form face down on the ground was her only reply; and he seemed to be talking to himself, only the voice didn't quite sound like his own...
"I told you already, you are completely pathetic, Ichigo. What the hell are you doing, trying to get yourself killed?"
The figure fluidly drew himself up onto his feet, an impossibly wide grin spread across its face, or at least the part that wasn't covered by the beginnings of a mask that was somehow attached to the left side of once-Ichigo's face; eyes blazing. Only that his eyes were now a deep gold, and the whites of his eyes were, well, completely black. As soon as his gaze fell on Penny, an arm shot out, grabbing her by the throat and lifting her clear off the ground. "So... you're the one trying to siphon power from Ichigo?" It shook its head and tsk-ed, grinning even wider now. "That just won't do... Without his reiatsu I won't be able to show off, and I simply hate not being able to demonstrate my power..."
Penny grabbed the hand around her throat with suspicious strength, the Quintessence flooding her body relieving her of certain human frailties as her will began to take over. This creature possessing Ichigo had the gall to denounce HER? Well, she wasn't going to take that lying down, Pretty Penny was no pushover. She narrowed electric blue eyes at the creature. She could sense it's spiritual nature, a simple matter for her to dispatch, certainly. All it took was a little magic.
"Who are you to command me, who steals someone else's form? I'll just liberate Ichigo of you now. BY THE POWER OF CHRIST, I COMPEL THEE FROM THIS FORM!"
Silver light burst from Penny's eyes as she focused her will through the clause in the bible where Jesus gives all humans the power to exorcise demons and evil spirits.
As it came into contact with the power from Penny's exorcism attempt, the creature loosened its grip on her throat and dropped her with a yelp, yet recovering in seconds. "Nice try... but that's not quite enough to get rid of me, my dear."
Still grinning, it grabbed at the badge hanging from Ichigo's belt and forced his soul out of his body, which almost immediately lost the grin, the mask and collapsed on the floor, lifeless.
"Now, be honoured that you get to witness my true power..." it hissed, pulling Zangetsu off its back and pointing it straight in front of him, reiatsu gathering and concentrating until it resembled a blue flame that surrounded the shinigami's form.
"BANKAI."
Blue crackling reiatsu engulfed the boy, filling the entire room with a blinding white light, power and smoke-
As the light faded, a figure in a black tattered trenchcoat stood amidst the dissipating smoke, pitch black zanpakutou in hand. His eyes glowed an even more poisonous yellow as he took a step forward towards Penny, grin still plastered on his face, maniacal as ever, and almost 60% of the mask had reformed by now.
"Well then, let's all have some fun, shall we?"