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Racutio
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~The Eternal Tower, Bottom Floor~
No sooner had they gotten a mere few feet from the massive looming gateway before them would the tower doors begin to groan open, being pushed open seemingly by a single person, just a few inches shorter than Racutio, with the same key features. As the doors open to the width of the apparent younger man, it'd be clear that it's not Racutio, however, but his first born child, Nericaru. The young man would only scoff at them, not even close to entertained, even by their looks, he could sense their power, as they weren't doing a good job of suppressing it at all. Except for the woman, who he couldn't get a read on, but he could still see her soul. As pale blue as the winter sky in December. Nericaru would have the same dominant Mar'tallian features as Racutio. Glowing red eyes, blue hair, and tan skin. However, in his case, his skin is slightly less tan, and a streak of bright white through his hair on his bangs that fall over his eyes more than his father's own hair. He'd be wearing a black button-up shirt with a pair of nice black dress slacks, and a pair of black wingtips with carbon-fiber tips on the toes and heels. Hooked to his belt would be a set of vicious looking trench-knives with bladed knuckle guards over the grip to protect his hands. However, the two blades would be linked by what looks to be a liquified metal chain made of the same material as the two insanely violent looking ten-inch blades, which are blood red in hue to the metal. The same color as his father's notorious legendary blade, Mar'tal...Which means the same metal, Eternitite...No doubt made by his father especially for him. Nericaru would just look at them unamused and say simply... "...The fuck do you three want?" He'd look to Kendrix and give him a violent glare, due to the fact he can see his soul, he knows right away he's a demon. "Especially you...What business do you three have here?" He'd give all of them a soul sweep again, checking all of their intentions quickly as he asks this. Nericaru was tired of taking chances with guests, unlike his father, who often welcomed a challenge, even from highly powerful demons. "If you're just here to start shit, get it over with so I can kill you all right now and be done with it, alright? I want to get back to my
reading..."
~The Eternal Tower, Soul Workshop~
Meanwhile, Racutio would be hard at work modifying Kallen's guns and sniper first, taking them apart and putting the pieces out of the huge advanced workbench set before him. The sounds of metal clashing metal and liquids being boiled down can be heard coming from the workshop, but it's way too far from anyone for anybody to hear any of it, as high up as the workshop floor is. Racutio would quickly slide open a nitrogen canister containing a long cylinder filled with a moving, liquefied chrome inside of it that's constantly moving around inside of it. Racutio would hold up the cylinder, smirking. "How's it goin', guys? You guys are gonna have a new program purpose now. I want you to modify these guns to the specifications I set for you in your sleep state. No deviation other than ammunition construction loop, and metal material consumption to your capabilities. Avoid eating volatile weapons, as well. Alright, have at them!" With that said, Racutio would uncap the cylinder, and it'd give off a hiss of nitrogen steam, and all of the chrome would come pouring out at once in a flurry and wash over the two weapons, going to work instantaniously, and sinking in to the parts, turning them all into a vibrant chrome just like them. Racutio would smirk at his nanites handiwork, as he walks over to the bench a few feet away, getting to work next on her sword and it's sheath. He'd quickly take his sharpening knife, and swiftly he'd sweep and carve them away with a few simple strokes, then he'd put them both down, getting to work on combining plates of Oricalcum and thin plates of Vibranium right over it for deflection capabilities. He'd then take a thick cap of Whei'ghton Metal and flatten it over the very end of the sheath to give it a bit of heft like a club for more deadly blows. He'd then grab a tough strip of Astral Beast hide and wrap it around the top of the hilt, giving the sheath a more weapon-like look, much like a beating stick, or a vicious morning star. The way it looks now, it looks more like a plated blunt club ready to smash someones face and bones to pieces, over and over again... Racutio would look at his craftsmanship, and can't help but grin wickedly at the creation he's made from just a sheath alone. "Now THAT is one hell of a fuckin' sheath! She's gonna love these...Heheheh..."