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Enraptured, captivated, bewitched. As Junsei is presented with the set of this fresh batch of Kurosheen, his attention is set solely upon the product and no more. As the concoction gurgles and sloshes within the bottles, the brief attention that he had given to Nyuraku's recent experiments is quickly whisked away and now his odd green eyes are glued to the containers of this miraculous yet controversial mixture. Without a word, the creature that has accompanied Junsei scoops the three bottles from Nyuraku's hands, and as Junsei begins to turn to take his leave-
[WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!]
His vision is robbed of all colours but red, his ears ring with the synthetic voice of the facilities monitoring systems. Fortunately, he remains composed and returns his attention to Nyuraku who has already directed his efforts towards figuring out just what has caused the alarm to trigger. Just as efficiently as Nyuraku, Junsei examines the data that is displayed before the two. In moments, the balance of souls went from just fine, to completely out of whack. Nyuraku is not alone in his unbuffered state, Junsei too is uncaring about the situation and in fact he already knows the cause.
"Nyuuu-sannn~! I know what cau-"
In an attempt to share what information he has available to him, he is cut off not by a louder sound than the blaring alarm but by the sudden silence of the alarm coming to a halt and the unbelievable influx of souls in Karakura. This time he has no concrete lead. Now this is an interesting mystery, and clearly it is in need of solving.
"Well then. Let's take a look and see what goodies we can find here."
By the time Nyuraku had spoken those words, the towel clad Junsei had already pulled a chair up towards the Brainiac's station. His arms rest on the back of the chair as his legs hang off the back of the chair, his feet guiding the rolling chair with odd steps here and there, close behind him, his creation and subjects remains, holding a three sectioned staff and the three bottles of Nyuraku's miracle solution. For a moment, Junsei remains silent, contemplating just what has happened. Never once has he doubted Nyuraku's works and otherwise why would he have assisted the man with his Brain Trust, going so far as to even donate some of his own prized minds that he had collected in the past. This is no different, he continues to believe in this excellent mind. There is no fault in the alarm or the data being thrown out by the computer.
"Oh, it seems like there's more company here... Hello, Nyuraku-san, Junsei-san. The stupid alarm decided to wake me up from my power nap, I looked into it a little and decided to come here to check how are things on your end."
Another scientist enters the mix, brought into the fray by the very topic that now interests likely every other soul in the scientific institute. Junsei does not turn around to greet his peer, instead he remains facing towards the monitor ahead, snipping away at dead leads silently in his head. He also does not greet this new arrival but there is no need to, surely Tatsuya is aware of the importance of this focus, and if he takes offence to the non-existent greeting, then it is their own fault. Finally however, Junsei does break his silence.
"I know what caused the alarm, but even I can't tell what exactly happened after that…"
"Well then. Let's take a look and see what goodies we can find here."
By the time Nyuraku had spoken those words, the towel clad Junsei had already pulled a chair up towards the Brainiac's station. His arms rest on the back of the chair as his legs hang off the back of the chair, his feet guiding the rolling chair with odd steps here and there, close behind him, his creation and subjects remains, holding a three sectioned staff and the three bottles of Nyuraku's miracle solution. For a moment, Junsei remains silent, contemplating just what has happened. Never once has he doubted Nyuraku's works and otherwise why would he have assisted the man with his Brain Trust, going so far as to even donate some of his own prized minds that he had collected in the past. This is no different, he continues to believe in this excellent mind. There is no fault in the alarm or the data being thrown out by the computer.
"Oh, it seems like there's more company here... Hello, Nyuraku-san, Junsei-san. The stupid alarm decided to wake me up from my power nap, I looked into it a little and decided to come here to check how are things on your end."
Another scientist enters the mix, brought into the fray by the very topic that now interests likely every other soul in the scientific institute. Junsei does not turn around to greet his peer, instead he remains facing towards the monitor ahead, snipping away at dead leads silently in his head. He also does not greet this new arrival but there is no need to, surely Tatsuya is aware of the importance of this focus, and if he takes offence to the non-existent greeting, then it is their own fault. Finally however, Junsei does break his silence.
"I know what caused the alarm, but even I can't tell what exactly happened after that…"
Ten seconds in the past, Karakura Town
Numerous beings lurk in the skies, along the streets, even beneath the very city. Unheard, unseen, essentially non-existent to the spiritually aware and completely fake to the spiritually unaware. Creatures of similar features to the one that accompanies Junsei roam throughout Karakura and many more places within the World of The Living but it is clear that they are different. Even the greatest of sensors failing grasp onto their presence. They act as monitors, watching over the city and the events within, numerous perfected minds work cumulatively to register almost every aspect of the area and its inhabitants. They are designed for this very purpose.
As the souls of countless civilians are robbed from them, a sea of azure energy filling the skies and sinking into the gullet of a monstrous Arrancar, these creations are left unscathed, devoid of souls to consume from the very beginning. Although what they witness is relayed back to Junsei. The ruinous state of the city is known, the presence of the old and new Quincy is known. And finally, the vanishing of the countless human souls is known. The screams are gone, all that can be heard is the clattering and crashing of rubble, the flickering and roaring of flames.
In an instant the city is awash with a foreign Reiryoku, then they return, the screams the stampede of panicked humans. If by a miracle there was a glitch somewhere within Nyuraku's network, what the many scouts of Junsei witnessed, that is an undeniable truth, statistically for all these minds to experience the same error, that is yet another miracle.
Numerous beings lurk in the skies, along the streets, even beneath the very city. Unheard, unseen, essentially non-existent to the spiritually aware and completely fake to the spiritually unaware. Creatures of similar features to the one that accompanies Junsei roam throughout Karakura and many more places within the World of The Living but it is clear that they are different. Even the greatest of sensors failing grasp onto their presence. They act as monitors, watching over the city and the events within, numerous perfected minds work cumulatively to register almost every aspect of the area and its inhabitants. They are designed for this very purpose.
As the souls of countless civilians are robbed from them, a sea of azure energy filling the skies and sinking into the gullet of a monstrous Arrancar, these creations are left unscathed, devoid of souls to consume from the very beginning. Although what they witness is relayed back to Junsei. The ruinous state of the city is known, the presence of the old and new Quincy is known. And finally, the vanishing of the countless human souls is known. The screams are gone, all that can be heard is the clattering and crashing of rubble, the flickering and roaring of flames.
In an instant the city is awash with a foreign Reiryoku, then they return, the screams the stampede of panicked humans. If by a miracle there was a glitch somewhere within Nyuraku's network, what the many scouts of Junsei witnessed, that is an undeniable truth, statistically for all these minds to experience the same error, that is yet another miracle.
“It seems there’s an ongoing conflict between Arrancar and Quincy, nothin’ new. One of the Arrancar caused the massive drop in souls, so he’s a bit of a troublemaker alright. What happened next is what makes no sense. Every human that had died just then, they were back on their feet, runnin’ from ‘em again. There's only one thread I can really rely on. Before everythin' started back up, a wave of Reiryoku washed over the city, then it happened."
Without turning his eyes away from the shifting metrics and graphs, Junsei explains to the present two Scientists just what he is aware of. At a cursory glance, this insinuation of someone’s ability being the cause is as far as Junsei wishes to theorize, at least out loud. Internally, he cannot help but contemplate the possibilities.