[X] Bond with Wuya(Costs 1 Action)
[X] Practice with the Third-Arm Sash, for increased skill and analysis
Let's Roll with it.
A day and a half had passed since you had last seen Wuya, and you decided that probably wasn't a good thing, for anyone.
So, you brought yourself up from Lab for a reason other then to eat or hassle your sister, and wracked your brain for where she could have ended up in your compound.
She was a spirit, so their was no guarantee she wasn't nestled in a wall or something equally outrageous, but after being trapped for multiple thousands of years, you highly doubted she would willingly trap herself anywhere.
That only left the free and more open sections of your property... which didn't really help narrow it down for you much. She wasn't in the Lab, which cut out underground and lower levels of the compound, so there was that at least.
Eventually, after a few minutes of thinking of all the places Wuya could be, you just shook your head and decided that you wouldn't get anywhere if you didn't at least physically check some places.
Mind made up, you made your way to and up the elevator from your Lab to the hallway located conveniently next to the main kitchen, and began your search.
Your first stop was the main courtyard, as it was the most 'open' space of the entire property, housing a variety of different trees and spice plants that under other conditions would never have been able to grow together or in the same conditions.
THIS was how the Spicers became so rich, originally. Through the production and trading of spices throughout the World. It didn't matter what or where it was growing, if a Spicer had a hand with it, it would grow... except for you.
But now wasn't the time for that. Right now you were searching for a particularly tricky spirit that deserved your attention more then old history.
Thus, you made your way through the paths, gaze scanning for any shades of ghastly purple through the canopy, and upon finding none, kept walking through the garden, heading more towards Kristen's Wing, or 'Jungle' as she referred to it.
And as you walked closer to it, you could see some of the reason for that. Where over on your 'side' of the property the plants and layout were kept in order and certain topiary displays through a combination of your Bot's taking up Botony as a hobby and actual effort from the few household servants you had, Kristen's 'Jungle' was looking to be more and more that.
With trees of all kinds and breeds towering all over one another casting shade across the whole area, with lush leaves and roots threatening to smack your face every few seconds, and more animal sounds then you would be comfortable with anywhere else, it was living up to its title.
You knew of course that the animal sounds were just from the soundtrack you bought her a few years ago, which had since never been shut off, so you weren't worried about much more then where you walked as you enter her 'wing' proper.
Once again, you were struck by the difference in lifestyles between the two of you, as you took in the view of a hallway covered in claw marks, band posters, and stolen loot.
If you didn't know any better, you would have thought a High Society tornado had blown through here while throwing cats all the while... which you supposed wasn't far from the truth in any case.
Still, you didn't come over here to judge your slob of a sister (this time) but you did come to find someone who might be hiding here.
So you made your way down the paralleled hallway of the left wing, keeping your eyes pealed for any kind of movement.
Before you knew it, you had found something... just not the something you were expecting.
There you were standing in the doorway of Kristen's kitchen, taking in the sheer... disaster was too light a word to use, but all that could come to your mind as your eyes refused to move.
Dirty dishes cluttering the sink, old and discarded boxes of pizza and other takeout, cupboards overflowing with sweets and pet food of every flavor and size left either open or scattered or wide open, it was looking like a stereotypical frat guys kitchen turned up past eleven.
'No wonder she's always coming over to my side for food if she's here.'
The thought crossed your mind for a moment, before you were forced to turn away from the revolting scene as you finally noticed the horrifying stench that came from the stacks of whoever-the-hell-knows old food and stale dishwater.
Screw it, even if Wuya WAS in there (which you highly doubted anyway), it wasn't worth it!
Thus, you beat feet to get away from the horrible smell, and when you finally opened your eyes, you found yourself in a place you hadn't been in years.
The old training wing. You technically had one yourself in your wing, but that was filled with scrap parts and ideas YEARS ago, so you mainly used this one. Or at least, you used too when you were little, before you decided Bot-building was the way to go.
However, it seemed you were the only one to do so, as looking around a little closer, you could see some certainly well used parts of the course.
The stand of three human sized dummies were practically shreds by this point, one even having a whip wrapped around where its upper arm would be, if it still had it. There were claw marks resting on every surface like the ones outside, but these ones... you could see them forming patterns on the wall, well worn grooves born of repetition all aiming towards a center target. And at a table the ways to the side, you could see at least three different models of handgun, each in a different state of wholeness.
The room spoke of hard work, perseverance, and blew you away. You knew your sister practiced the things she did, everyone had to too get better, but this level?
It... made you feel kinda lazy, having done pretty much the same thing everyday since becoming a teen.
Evidently, it seemed you weren't the only one interested at this discovery, as from the corner of your eye you saw Wuya float into your field of vision muttering something. You strained your ear to hear what you could.
"So INTERESTING. Brother and Sister so similar yet so separate. One follows the beaten track of the family without care, another walks unaware. One moves forward step by step with great effort, one moves in bursts when pressured. Truly, Yin and Yang are in this generation..." She muttered, before seeing you within her vision and stopping flat, developing a sort of half-lidded look as she looked at you.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the youngling who left with a BANG, aye? Feeling a bit more lucid now, or are you content to rip and tear more machines like so much a hunter his prey?" Wuya asked with a bored sort of drawl.
You found yourself blushing at that, even if you didn't have any memory of doing any of it.
'Wait a minute...'
"You remember what happened two nights ago!" You found yourself blurting out before you could stop yourself.
If it was possible to look more deadpan with a mask, Wuya ABSOLUTELY succeeded.
"Of course I remember the events. I am incorporeal entity made of magic, Chi, and a soul given manifest. Any ailments I suffer or choose to aspire to are only constructs of my formerly physical mind. As soon as I do not wish for them, they are as fleeting as the morning mists. So, yes. I remember." She stated.
"Could... could you tell me what happened?" You asked hesitantly, as you could feel the dryness of her stare boring into her.
"No." Wuya stated as she started to more closely look at the handguns.
"Can ah- can you tell me why?" You asked back a little startled at the sudden refusal.
In just as little time, you got your answer.
"No. Your confusion and desperation amuses me." Wuya said as she looked back towards you, masked grin a little more mischievous then you had ever seen it before.
Well okay then.
(For Seeing and Connecting with the Lengths your Sister goes through to improve herself, you feel your Understanding of her grow a bit. Next interaction will Raise Confident Level Guaranteed.)
(For Understanding a new side of Wuya and hearing a snippet of her thoughts on you and your situation, you feel your Understanding of the Spirit grow a bit. Next Interaction will Raise Confident Level Guaranteed.
Time Skip: Mid Afternoon
After returning to your own wing and tried to escape the trailing laughter of Wuya who saw your swift retreat for what it was, you ordered your Bots to make something healthy for you for lunch, as even you understood the importance of a balanced diet.
While this happened, you pondered how to spend the rest of your afternoon.
Would you make some more bots? Maybe work on completing your current stealth bot program? Or how about naming your new Jetpack? This and more swirled through your head, as you crossed your arms in an X-shape towards your hips, and lowered your head to the side in thought, unconsciously slipping into a thinking pose you almost always entered when you didn't you have your arms tinkering with something. Directing the energy inward or something, as your Grandpa once said to make fun of your Father one family meal.
Of course, you took it as serious advice at the young age you heard it at, and it hadn't done you wrong yet.
Doing so of course, brought your attention to the bright blue sash you had taken to wearing at least somewhere on your person since you had found out what it was.
The Third-Arm Sash, the item that apparently read your mind to know what it had to do, letting it act as an extra appendage, with the added benefit of being stronger than your actual arms, being able to extend beyond your reach by a wide margin, and all the while still retaining the texture and touch of cloth.
You should really focus on this more now that you thought about it...
Time Skip: Empty Field
You panted for air as you crouched on all fours on the ground, with the Third-Arm swinging wildly above you like some kind of streamer in the win, occasionally threatening to dislodge you from your position of gripping the dirt with sore fingers.
Eventually, you were able to begin to feel some kind of rhythm with the movements, and began to move with the cloth bit by bit. By the end of it, you were feeling more and more in tune with the movements, going along with it for a moment, before suddenly making a sharp hip movement in the opposite direction.
Just as you thought it would, the Sash snapped in the opposite direction, end tassles formed into a fist as it whipped into a rock located in the clearing for training purposes. As the fist impacted, a sharp crack rang out, and there before you was a solid fist mark a bit off to the right side of the rock, instead of dead center like you wanted.
Still, a tired grin made its way to your face as you began to think of just what else you could do with this new discovery, but were too tired to find out now.
With a thought, you raised your right hand and quickly got it answered by your Third-Arm as you then bumped knuckles with it and began your trek back to your comfy bed.
(Through a Creative mind and Synergy with the Third-Arm Sash, a New Fighting Style has been Created!)
Earth Scorpion Style: A Fighting style requiring long range weapons such as whips, chains, or other-such long-range Shen Gong Wu. This is a style that maximizes attacking from one position or area while using the weapon to attack. Currently Level 1. Will Evolve or Branch with Special Requirements or Training.
Third-Arm Sash Mastery: 15%
END OF CHAPTER
And that's all she wrote folks. Now, I'm just gonna go change the Stat sheet. See ya'll again soon!