Post by ARMAND DELFINO on Apr 28, 2013 1:54:52 GMT -5
Hollowfication was a vastly interesting subject, especially now that a certain group of people had become quite infamous for being the subjects of said experiments within the Society of Souls. Words, they did, travel quicker than one may think, surpassing barriers only few things could do physically. Ideas and their spreading was a wondrous cultural study, though culture was something the Seventh Espada, Armand Delfino, preferred vastly to ignore. It was too, "open," for his tastes, to interpretation and too shaky to have a reason given and regarded as fact. Too many variables to keep it steady and firm. He vastly preferred something with a little more substance to it. Or perhaps all of what he thought regarding culture was off, and he came to the aforementioned conclusions out of a particular distaste for the happenings of societies? Regardless of the reasons, one thing in particular interested him: Hollowfication.
Of course he did not want to reproduce Sosuke Aizen's results, nor did he desire to create a new subgroup of individuals with horrible timers and other limitations. Rather, he wanted to study natural Hollowfication: the natural way of becoming a Hollow and, eventually, an Arrancar. He'd done much research in this field and came to the understanding that most of it had to do with how emotion drives one's soul. The overwhelming desire for a specific something could drive individuals past a, "point of no return," in which they will obtain vast amounts of power in exchange for enhanced capabilities, all at the loss of their reasoning and sanity. This could be regained, however, by consuming countless fragments of a single whole until, by chance, they formed a solid identity once more, which would take on the identity of however many hundreds of fragments it held. Some would call it destiny, others like Armand would call it chance. Miracles are certainly not commonplace.
Nor were Arrancar.
Out of the luxurious Espada Castles' he found himself, trekking the seemingly endless desert of Hueco Mundo, attempting to find a splendid subject by which he'd base his testing on the mind of Hollows, be they base or Adjuchas. It'd be untrue if Armand said that he didn't hope for a being who held a specific level of intelligence, because then they'd be susceptible to trickery and guided less by instinct which would, in the end, likely save them. He preferred to get his things done without conflict, however in times where self defense was required, it certainly would not be avoided.
He continued on his way through the desert, roaming more or less aimlessly with his sword at his side, his eyes on the horizon. He wondered - so much it pained him - how the mind of an Adjuchas differed from a mind of a base hollow and the mind of an Arrancar such as himself. The simple answer, "Hollows are unintelligent, Adjuchas are semi-intelligent and Arrancar are intelligent," was, for obvious reasons, completely and entirely unacceptable and inadequate. Why was it that an Adjuchas, who had a solid identity, was lesser in mind than an Arrancar? Or was it so that they were not? He'd need proof one way or another, as he hadn't been in contact with any Adjuchas since his time as one and, to him personally, he felt as though his mind had grown exponentially since such a time. Instinct would not guide him now, only intelligence would. And the desire to find out why was a powerful one, indeed.
Or perhaps he was simply lying to himself. Maybe it was that he wanted to feel one with the ground once more and simply be in the desert? Maybe that was so. Maybe it was a lie. Either way, there he was.
Of course he did not want to reproduce Sosuke Aizen's results, nor did he desire to create a new subgroup of individuals with horrible timers and other limitations. Rather, he wanted to study natural Hollowfication: the natural way of becoming a Hollow and, eventually, an Arrancar. He'd done much research in this field and came to the understanding that most of it had to do with how emotion drives one's soul. The overwhelming desire for a specific something could drive individuals past a, "point of no return," in which they will obtain vast amounts of power in exchange for enhanced capabilities, all at the loss of their reasoning and sanity. This could be regained, however, by consuming countless fragments of a single whole until, by chance, they formed a solid identity once more, which would take on the identity of however many hundreds of fragments it held. Some would call it destiny, others like Armand would call it chance. Miracles are certainly not commonplace.
Nor were Arrancar.
Out of the luxurious Espada Castles' he found himself, trekking the seemingly endless desert of Hueco Mundo, attempting to find a splendid subject by which he'd base his testing on the mind of Hollows, be they base or Adjuchas. It'd be untrue if Armand said that he didn't hope for a being who held a specific level of intelligence, because then they'd be susceptible to trickery and guided less by instinct which would, in the end, likely save them. He preferred to get his things done without conflict, however in times where self defense was required, it certainly would not be avoided.
He continued on his way through the desert, roaming more or less aimlessly with his sword at his side, his eyes on the horizon. He wondered - so much it pained him - how the mind of an Adjuchas differed from a mind of a base hollow and the mind of an Arrancar such as himself. The simple answer, "Hollows are unintelligent, Adjuchas are semi-intelligent and Arrancar are intelligent," was, for obvious reasons, completely and entirely unacceptable and inadequate. Why was it that an Adjuchas, who had a solid identity, was lesser in mind than an Arrancar? Or was it so that they were not? He'd need proof one way or another, as he hadn't been in contact with any Adjuchas since his time as one and, to him personally, he felt as though his mind had grown exponentially since such a time. Instinct would not guide him now, only intelligence would. And the desire to find out why was a powerful one, indeed.
Or perhaps he was simply lying to himself. Maybe it was that he wanted to feel one with the ground once more and simply be in the desert? Maybe that was so. Maybe it was a lie. Either way, there he was.