Panic at the Time Loop
That I came up with a funnier acronym partly on accident, or the fact he's missing this...
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"Now then, is everyone here?" Sosuke quirked an eyebrow as he looked at the assembled group, which consisted of most of the TDD's command staff, Kaname (who had come on the 'save Sosuke crusade'), Mao, Kurtz, the breach team, several curious Amalgam soldiers, and a leering Gauron.
No one is sure how he got here, nor where Sosuke had gotten the dry erase board, but this wasn't the time for rational inquiry.
"I believe I was about to explain this machine." he pointed at the ODOREATER with the pen he had in his hand.
"You mean it dosen't eat odors? That's a crappy ODOREATER, Sosuke." Kurtz smirked at his own little jibe, though Sosuke didn't even look back at him.
"...Roanapur Special."
Sagara turned around and fixed his stare at the now green sniper, nodding slightly at him being cowed before turning his attention to everyone else. "The acronym was unintentional, but made it easier to express. And after several thousand loops working on this machine, I expect you to act like adults when addressing it." He snorted and began to draw on the erase board. A circle, with three small rings surrounding it. "Who can tell me how many dimensions can humans normally perceive?"
Silence reigned for several moments before Kaname hesitantly spoke up. "Isn't it three?"
"That's correct, Chidori-san. But as you all know, there are more then three." he turned to start drawing more circles. "From what I have been told, there are at approximately 12 dimensions of reality that exist for us. Whispered are directly connected to these upper dimensions through a sort of niche in our reality, and are apart to a subsystem of a much larger system that rests here." He put a large 'X' on the 12th ring and quickly continued. "This machine uses that connection as an anchoring point, slowly working through the dimensions up to the subsystem."
This time, it was Mao who spoke up. "But didn't you say they were directly connected? How come you gotta work your way up and not just plug in?"
"Because that would fry my brain." Leonard said with a frown marring his bishonen features.
"It's not even yours."
"Like I said, it's the principle of the thing."
They could feel the silence growing downright oppressive, turning to see the befuddled and slightly disturbed crowd. Thankfully, Gauron seemed unaffected.
"As I said before, the Whispered are connected to this system. So in order to follow said connection, we have to use the brain of a whispered as a focus. And several loops ago, the Leonard Testarossa of then decided to offer himself to my needs."
Poor Tessa looked more and more horrified with every word, looking between her brother and her apparently deranged former subordinate. "B-But he's r-right there. How c-could you take out his b-b-brain?" She stammered out, twisting her braid so quickly she didn't even notice when she'd caught her fingers in it.
"Well obviously I didn't do it. I didn't have that kind of dexterous skill at the time. But Sawyer-san is surprisingly skilled at cutting implements other then a chainsaw when the money's right." That was enough for Kurtz, who lead a small group of soldiers to go empty their stomachs. Sagara didn't even notice. "And it was a Leonard Testarossa of another loop, as I stated previously. Please keep up, Captain.
"But the primary reason we don't is because of the language barrier. If one simply plugs into the system without proper filtration of the information, your inner ear implodes, your eyes rupture, and you will slowly be driven insane by the fleeting glimpse of a singular letter of the deific alphabet. So to successfully perceive, I have theorized you should slowly work up awareness to these dimensions, which will relieve some of the stress on Leonard's brain when it comes to translating the information in a readable format."
He lost them at 'inner ear implodes', got them back at 'deific alphabet', and lost them again at 'translating'.
"....you're reading the word of God?"
Sosuke rolled his eyes at that, unsure who made the inquiry. "Of course not. Kami-sama's input is on an entirely different server. I am merely reading the information written by normal gods. At least, am working my way to being able to without irreparable physical and psychological damage."
Kaname had had enough of this insanity, straightening her posture and giving their impromptu teacher a level stare. "Are you sure you aren't insane already, Sosuke?"
"Not entirely." He didn't miss a beat in his reply, causing several people to facefault, others to facepalm, and Mao to just shake her head at how little he was helping his own case. "But if you wish for a demonstration, may I have your walkie-talkie, Mao-san?"
"Uhh...sure." She hesitantly got up and fished it up as Sosuke walked over, taking it from her and walking back to the dry erase board. "What'cha gonna do with it?"
"I'll explain shortly." He said before looking at the object, a small frown creasing his features as he began to inhale. Everyone felt a strange prickling as the hairs on the back of their necks stood up, wary glances being exchanged at what was about to happen.
Then he whistled.
Well, technically it wasn't a whistle. There was too much involved in that brief exhalation of air, seeming to reach the apex of human hearing and beyond before the sound dipped into a mix of a deep-throated hum and a seemingly unintelligible garble that escaped his lips. In the singular second it took to make this bizarre cacophony of noise, Mao's walkie-talkie was crushed into a speck of plastic and circuitry the size of a pea. The entire room gasped, though attention was briefly drawn away from the musical destruction when the Captain and Chidori made a much...throatier gasp.
Sosuke quirked an eyebrow at how they suddenly flushed and leaned against one another, shifting his glance over to Leonard for some sort of input on the matter. But the man was of no damned help, as he was leaning against the board and had pulled his coat to cover the crotch of his pants for some inexplicable reason.
Mao, more used to this insanity then anyone, looked back to Sosuke. "...and what letter of the gods was that?"
".......would you believe it is possible 'O'?"
"Yeah. I believe that was an O-Note alright."