Quincy Prince: Project Genesis

A Question
The mystery surrounding the creation and the relationship of a Zanpakutou and their Shinigami masters had always perplexed Ryūichi. It was said that the Zanpakutou were generated from the spirit of the Shinigami, but his own investigations and interview's with Shinigami had discounted that...well at least in some cases. For example the allusive and rare Hyōrinmaru, had at one time appeared before two Shinigami, so that only proved that Zanpakutou were not only generated from the soul of a Shinigami but another unknown process.

Further investigation led to questions regarding the so called "release states" of Shinigami. He still curses to himself this day whenever the subject is brought up. For whatever reason those bastards, shut up real quick whenever he brought it up. He wasn't sure why they were so hush-hush on it, but still, their unwillingness to cooperate didn't deter him. No, it only served to fuel the fire, his curiosity had to be sated.

So he continued his research, of course he had to find a place to do his work. It was easier said than done, but a little bit of hacking, rewiring funds from some well known shady companies, setting a trail to another equally evil rival company, to cover his tracks, he was able to afford a small abandoned plot of land for his own personal use.

Thankfully technology continued to develop, old experimental construction materials were no commonplace, and creating his own storage room and lab had taken only a week to construct. He had spent the better part of his time trying to discover how Zanpakutou were created...naturally that is. What better way, to rub into the faces of the Shinigami then to showcase his own personal Zanpakutou? He had been a fan of irony, and this was as good as it was going to get. But alas, he had hit a snag of sorts.

To his ire, Zanpakutous likely needed an environment filled with spiritual energy, before one could be created. So one thing led to another, and viola! Spiritual Nodes. Ahh how he loved nanotechnology and its various uses. Originally temperature sensitive bundles, used in homes to regulate temperature, he managed to reverse engineer them, to instead regulate spiritual energy, specifically by putting them into a sort of permanent state of "energy absorption", in this case spiritual energy.

It had taken a bit of his own resources, and he was careful to draw miniscule amounts from various sources, but it was well worth it in the end. His creation, had eventually given rise to a perfect environment. But even then he just couldn't pin down the exact method of creation. So he sought another means, one more closer to home.

Artificial Intelligence, was a marvel in modern day science. Although it wasn't quite as sophisticated as one would have hoped it was still by large quite an accomplishment. The "avatars" that people previously had have all but been replaced by AI smart avatars that help handle all of their everyday business. So it was natural for Ryūichi to create a template using his personal AI avatar. And a lovely doll she was. But sadly he would have to use his own AI for this experiment, especially if he wanted it to work. Using the same concepts as that Fullbring, he would likely need something he's kept on his person or rather treasure's greatly for this to work.

But there was much work to be done.

A Fathers Inquiry
Despite himself Uryuu couldnt shake the feeling that something was amiss. Ryūichi had been strangely distant the past few weeks, disappearing at night, showing up in the morning disheveled and obviously tired. He wanted to press the issue, but for some reason he couldnt bring himself to do so.

He knew his son, more so than Ryūichi thought he knew, and it was rare for Ryūichi to take such an interest in something that he would go out of his way to keep his own father out of it. But he would wait, like any good father, he knew that interfering with his son's plans would be more trouble than its worth.

The Beholder
Hidden deep underground in a not-so-secret laboratory, the sound of an explosion went off. Inside the room, it was instantly filled with smoke from the blast. Dust and debri obscured his vision, as he clutched his body, painfully aware of the various injuries on his person. As the smoke settled, he took note of the catastrophe that was his supplies, toppled and broken laid out haphazardly across the floor. Sighing he quickly scanned the rest of the room for an assessement of what was left.

His ears perked as he heard the distinct sound of foot steps from behind. Turning his head he found himself staring at the figure standing before him, a tall emerald eyed women with short pale-blond hair tied in a knot at the base of her neck. Clothed in a dark blue shirt and dress, she was adorned with various pieces of armor, breastplate, shin-high metal boots, large metal wrist guards, with a partial metal skirt. In her hands she carried a most magnificent sword, its blade portion a silverly white, with a golden and blue hilt and its crossguard curved upwards.

She stopped just shy of four paces of him, the soft clanking of metal coming to an end, as he stared upward. It seemed like an eternity before either spoke, the mysterious women, whose radiance shone like the very sun, illuminating the darkened room, simply stared at the boy apparently waiting for a response. Heaving himself to a standing position he glared at her, and spoke.

"How did you get in here!?" He demanded. "Better yet, who are you?" the teen asked, his voice haughty yet calm, but the tall beauty before him just smiled, cerulean eyes piercing the soul, easily seeing the fear he so desperately tried to hide behind his bravado.

Her only reply was the smile widening on her face, before he crumpled to his knees, gasping for breath. It felt like his entire body was suddenly in a vicegrip, crushing him from all sides.

Power, beyond anything he had ever seen nor felt, so dense and thick it was if an ocean had suddenly descended upon him, began rippling outward in waves. Its sheer intensity dwarfed his own pitiful level, so much so that he could no longer sense it, yet the entire time that faint smile gazed back at him, taking amusement in the range of emotions flickering through his eyes.

"Why, thats a silly question...I am your all of your hopes and dreams...I am what you've desired most, a parent..a mother, a sister, a teacher....even..a lover. We are connected...you and I. I am apart of you, just as you are apart of me, two halves seperated yet whole. Although....I must admit I find myself pondering whether to swallow you whole, or hold you as a mother would her child." she said, mirth dripping from every word spoken, yet the message was clear.

He was completely at her mercy.

Suddenly the oppressive feeling left him, and he gulped down precious air. He shakely took a knee glancing at her, his mind racing for what this women was talking about. Then it hit him like an epiphany.

But how!? his thoughts raged. If what she said was true, then his experiment was a success? But it wasnt even close to completion, he hadn't half of the required materials, and only had a smattering of the sealing matrices were actually in place. Hell he barely had even a tenth of the required spiritual power necessary to even activate it. This was supposed to take another few months before it was over.

His eyes quickly narrowed, as he leaned forward, confusion evident on his face. "How?" he asked tentatively.

She tilted her head slightly to the right, as though thinking of an appropiate response. She was eerily silent for a moment before she responded, but when she did her voice was warm and gentle like a summer breeze, "