Carthrat-World Savior: An adventure in misplaced optimism

[Bean Bandit]

"Well, we'll see. It's kind of taxing on your system. This part, I have done before. whenever you feel rested enough, let me know, and we'll sift through your subconscious."

[Carthrat]

"You've done it before, huh?" asks Carthrat, blinking. "How did that turn out?"

[Bean Bandit]

"Mixed results." Wizard admitted. "She got a man with the body of a greek god, and the power and will to protect her, but the mind of her old math teacher. It was...frustrating, as she put it."

[Carthrat]

"Good god," replies Carthrat. "I.. well, now you've got me *really* interested. Let's, uh, do this. How is it done? Want me to just lie down again?"

[Bean Bandit]

"No, no. Just...um, sit over there, and I'll get out the scanners." Wizard instructed, pointing to another corner of his junk sho--lab, and the largish metal chair that sat there, resembling a dentist's chair, crossed with an electric chair. "And clear your thoughts. It's a longer and more arduous process if it has to sift you by force, as well as dealing with matter creation."

[Carthrat]

"Right," replies Carthrat. "Clear my head. Got it."

He sits on the chair, and attempts to clear his head of all things, except images of.. guardians?

[Bean Bandit]

Wizard busies himself attaching a large variety of sensors and the it Carthrat's body, which is all strange. It doesn't look very magical, does it?

"Oh, and in case you're wondering...it won't look for what you want in a guardian. It'll sift through your mind and assemble one that it thinks would serve you well, regardless of your personal wishes. So, if you have visions of a servile young thing with the body of a goddess...well, don't get those hopes too high." he chuckled.

[Carthrat]

"If you say so. I have no expectations, really," replies Carthrat, leaning back.

[Bean Bandit]

"Well said." Wizard agrees, absently flipping a switch, and the whole assembly flares to life, humming brightly. My goodness, he has, like, NO sense of Drama. What kind of Mad Scientist doesn't at least cackle before flipping a switch?

Humming and buzzing merrily, the machine is not in the least bit alarming, as it's quiet, and seems in excellent working order. Though, slightly disconcerting is the distinct feeling of your mind being opened, and flipped though. Not offensive, but distinctly, and carefully invasive, the machine hums softly, and suddenly, lights come on in the nearest junk pile. A large, clear tube, human sized, and lit now from within by a gentle glow, begins to fill with a strange, swirling mist...

[Carthrat]

"Man, I was hoping my guardian would be a wall with legs," mutters Carthrat, eyes the swirling stuff carefully.

[Bean Bandit]

As you watch, the mist begins to coalesce into a humanlike form. You're not entirely sure, but either it's a boy, or a woman, so slim is the silouhette.

"Ah, but walls are rather easily breached." Wizard replies. "And unable to kill things. Guardians are usually proficient at that."

As you watch, and watch, the form solidifies, from the toes up, and you can feel the invasive feeling in your head recede slightly, but not entirely...just as the head takes, form, shape and substance.

Someone has ripped Meia Gisborn from the screens of Vandread, and brought her to life. REAL Life. Right down the the jeweled headpiece. Naked as a jaybird otherwise, tho'.

[Carthrat]

"So, what, is she real, or what?" asks Carthrat, rather blaisely.

Or not. There's a look of wide-eyed speculation on his face. "I mean, er, hi! Can you hear me?"

[Bean Bandit]

Wizard wipes a bit of drool from his beard, and shakes his head. "Give her a moment, It's still populating the parts of her mind uncontrolled by the geas. She'll have a full blown personality in 3....2....1..."

All at once, the invasive feeling vanishes entirely, and 'Meia's' eyes snap open, and she looks around wildly, before looking down at herself, and cursing. You think. You can't hear a word she says, but the lip movements are unmistakable, and she promptly drops to her knees, glaring at you as she covers her naughty bits.

Wizard moves over to a machine with readouts, and scans them, and gestures to the tube. "There's a door behind it. Let her out, and get aquainted, lad."

[Carthrat]

"Who, me? Man.." mutters Carthrat, grabbing his discarded bathrobe, and heading to the tube. "Man. Typical. My ideal guardian is a friggin' anime character. Well, I wasn't really expecting that. Or anything. Huh." He reaches the door, and before he thinks about it, opens it. "Yo. You're five seconds old. Here's your birthday present," he adds, handing her the bathrobe.

[Bean Bandit]

She snares the robe in midair, and begins pulling it on, glaring at you. "What the hell are you talking about?" she snaps, tying it firmly at her waist, and grimacing. "Who are you? Where am I?"