Silus - Shard of Flame he/him Posted October 14, 2011 Author Posted October 14, 2011 Jack 'Okay." Jack nods. Now what do I have memorized? blinding shot (magic) fire blast (magic) wide shot (tech) earth shock-wave (magic) coldfire (magic) fireball (magic) steel push (magic) Hmm, one bright-steel pistol, and a hand bombard should work. Oh and an airgun, for the airbender form. Judging from the displayed prices, those should cost just enough that I will have only enough for a dagger. "Do you have a bright-steel pistol, hand bombard, and airgun pistol? If not, how long would it take for you to make them?" The sombrero man hollers to the other side of the shop. "Brother! Got an order!" A man, practically identical to the first except for the wide, conical hat, seemingly Old Asian if you've placed your lore correctly. The sombrero man confers with the cone hatted man, probably about your order. The cone hatted man's accent is Old Italian, if you've, again, placed your lore right. "We can have all three ready for the next round tomorrow," says the cone hatted man. He's about to go on, but a voice echoes through the room. "Jack McKinney to the Glyph Cavern, your match is about to start." It's the announcer from the Glyph matches you've seen. You remember her being pretty. "That's you, yeah? We usually don't get announcements in here, so it must be you." Eerongal Niece? Interesting....Not entirely sure I want to know how that works..... I consider, cocking my head slightly at the mention of "niece". Nodding, I begin, "Yes, I do have another match. Also, I don't know what your normal clientele prefers, but if it comes down to it, I prefer function over style. So if you have to cut corners on looks for strengthening purposes, so be it." "Now, if i could beg your pardon, but I must be out to see to some more....uh....." Shrugging my shoulders and gesturing a bit to my burns, i finish "....'Repairs'" After pausing momentarily to catch the smith's response, I turn and set about finding myself the nearest healer. If push come to shove and they have no competent healers here, I could change to paladin and heal myself, but the additional fatigue that would cause on top of the fatigue from a hard fought battle is certainly not preferable.... The girl sniggers at "repairs". The spider just gives you a farewell wave of a limb, then grabs your armor and heads back into what you assume is the smithy, though what adjustments a giant spider would require is something you don't want to contemplate. You look around for an infirmary and locate a large red X over one alcove and head there. People in white and red bustle about, tending to a number of patients, some of which you recognize from battles you've watched. River's opponent is curled up on one cot, shivering, despite his lack of obvious injuries. No one tends to him. One of the healers rushes over to you, gives you a look over, and sits you down on a cot a little more forcefully than you expected. "You should have come straight from your match, I'm surprised they didn't send you immediately. Stay there." She then walks away, presumably to gather materials to treat you. Looking around, you see that the cot next to yours is occupied. The mysterious Darla, in her Furies reds, is still unconscious, though she looks no worse off from the fight. In fact, she stirs as you watch. Groaning, she half sits up, resting on an elbow. Then she spots you, and it's hard not to notice the flinch, but she slips into a nonchalant manner that you can tell isn't very well practiced. "Looking at you, then at me, I'd say it'd be easy to mix up who actually won. Good fight back there." Jay'el Ah. So wouldn't more precision be preferable? But if it's joined to something that isn't as cleanly separated... I see. Easier to match rough to rough and add filler, especially when filler comes easily and cheaply. The cutting method also seems a bit quicker, and if the net result is the same... "Very well. I'll just excise the entire bonding portion." With that in mind, I return to cutting the pieces apart, rather than pulling out the bonding portion. With three more cuts, I take my time and do a neat job. I finish roughly fifteen minutes later and ask, "What do I do with the rest of the Sphere? The armor, abilities, and other things are all still intact." Liar. "Well, except for that one that I cut into." I could chop it up into component parts, but that seems wasteful of time since Tori needs those weapons quickly. Will I fix that mistake I made? Cut off the portion of the other ability so he can reintegrate it... I wonder if he'll go do that while I cut up the other Sphere... "Relax, you're as jittery as a flyrat." He looks over the Sphere. "For your first Spherecut? Not bad. I'll go fix it up while you get started on the next one. Don't screw that one up too bad and I say you'll pass. Here, I'll lay down the cuts for you." Yellow lines, but you can tell that he's speeding over something. Top "Interesting... Less subtle than some, yet as infuriating as all... It could be referencing a monster, but it's more likely to be a Spheremorph... Maybe more than one Spheremorph? It does not appear to reference me, but maybe I should-" Top breaks off suddenly. He takes a long, slow breath, obviously trying hard to control himself, though the reason for doing so is perhaps not so obivous. "Top apologizes for getting so excited. For your honesty, he will tell you should he discover any plausible meanings of the prophecy. Hopefully, it's nothing too life-altering. I'll tell you this, though: keep an eye out for people with eye-related powers, and those who carry objects with the powers mentioned in the prophecy. It's possible that Top is taking this too literally, but prophecies are often less subtle than they seem. Be wary, but not paranoid." Top strides rapidly away after a quick, polite bow. When did Top last slip like that...? Perhaps the topic reminded him of Ale- his studies. He had best be more careful... He heads toward the Glyph Arena - there are a few more tests he would like to run before his battle, plus he would like to spectate any ongoing battles. There's no battle at the moment, but from the taught atmosphere, that could change at any moment. One of the competitors in the next fight is already in the arena. A rough cut guy, probably from Eastgate or thereabouts. Whoever's in the next match has their work cut out for them. River I nod respectfully to the man. "I'm not to familiar with the mechanics behind spheremounts, but I'm looking for a gated fuser, or something like it. I noticed an amalgam form the other day, and am interested in something similar. Do you know if its possible to fuse more than one form together?" I pause, wishing I knew more about what I was talking about. I hate looking like a fool, but my training focused more on using and maintaining my Spheremount. There were always servants around when I needed some sort of upgrade. "Actually, any sort of upgrade would be helpful," I pull out a wallet, holding it suggestively. "Do you think you could help me out? Or point me in the direction of someone who can?" The long mustache pulls up in a broad grin, eyes crinkling. "I sure can! Nobody better! You're a Riverheart man, right? I have a knack for these things. So you obviously know a good Sphere upgrade when you see it. I have a brilliant little beauty over here I think would be just right for ya." He wraps an arm around your shoulder, not firm, but difficult to deny, guiding you over to a prominent display in the center of the room. There are a number of components here, and he gestures to one about halfway up the pyramid of glass compartment cases. "I call it the Pheonix. It's a combination Refresher and Fire Eater. If you get knocked out in a Form with this li'l gem equipped, it'll spring ya up, good as new, in another Form, but it'll also make it so that new Form not only is immune to Fire attacks, but is regenerated by them. How's that sound? Not quite as flashy as an Amalgam, but I can just tell that it would a swell addition to your surely impressive portfolio." His smile is almost fatherly, how could it not be sincere?
Comatose he/him Posted October 14, 2011 Posted October 14, 2011 I raise an eyebrow, but otherwise keep my face expressionless. Growing up among the Riverheart elite, I'm not stranger to bartering and striking deals. While the form he is pushing seems decent, it also seems rather specific. Besides, I'm not sure if I'll be able to learn the ins and outs of an entirely new form in time to use it, especially something so different from my other spheres. Besides, my water bender form gives me decent enough fire protection. Eerongal would have benefitted more from this than me, and thanks to him, his fire bear summoning opponent is out of the running. "Impressive," I say. The man doesn't seem to have what I need, otherwise he would have given it to me right away. However, if I imply I'm not interested in his wares I won't be able to rely on any of the information he gives me. I try to remember who I am fighting next, wondering what sorts of forms they will use. After a moment, I continue. "This can hardly be the best you have though. You're obviously really excited to sell it, but save your pitch. A talented guy like you, you could sell this to anyone. I, however, am not just anyone." I give him a small conspiratory smile. "What else do you have?"
Emeralis00 she/her Posted October 14, 2011 Posted October 14, 2011 (edited) The sombrero man hollers to the other side of the shop. "Brother! Got an order!"A man, practically identical to the first except for the wide, conical hat, seemingly Old Asian if you've placed your lore correctly. The sombrero man confers with the cone hatted man, probably about your order. The cone hatted man's accent is Old Italian, if you've, again, placed your lore right. "We can have all three ready for the next round tomorrow," says the cone hatted man. He's about to go on, but a voice echoes through the room. "Jack McKinney to the Glyph Cavern, your match is about to start." It's the announcer from the Glyph matches you've seen. You remember her being pretty. "That's you, yeah? We usually don't get announcements in here, so it must be you." Jack Mckinney "indeed it is! Tomorrow would be good! Seeya then, 'kay thanks bye!" My turn! Fun Fun Fun Fun Fun... Jack runs out of the store. Jack enters the arena, tumbles, then rolls across the bridge. He gets up and dusts himself off. Jack smiles at his opponent, "Hello there!" Ambrosius "Paranoia? yes, no need for that." Ambro watches as the man leaves. He also came to the conclusion of eye based spheremorphs, so I am not just jumping to conclusions. Ambro heads to the market section of the area, looking for magic shop. They may even sell witchcraft spells, which contrary to popular belief any human can use. I even had several cousins who used it, so I also know a fake when I see one. Edited October 14, 2011 by Emeralis00
Silus - Shard of Flame he/him Posted October 14, 2011 Author Posted October 14, 2011 (edited) River "Of course you're not! I see a distinguished character such as yourself has no need for such things as immunity from fire." The note of sarcasm is not lost on you, and you can see the look he gives your singed hair. "If you'll come around here-" he leads around to the other side of the display "-you'll see a Formsphere we have, with a nifty built in component." You see the Formsphere, a swirling purple color with a rainbow reflective sheen, connected to a silvery ring around it, a socket component similar to the orange tinted Fire Eater component from the last one he showed you. "The Formsphere isn't much, a Black Mage, but the component is the true beauty, a Dynamic Overdriver. If you're familiar with the piece you'll know that a Basic Form is the best option for such a component. Surely, a gentleman such as yourself-" his eyes sweep over your clothes, grubby from your travels to the meeting place and the match you just came out of "-would be familiar with it?" Edited October 14, 2011 by Silus - Shard of Flame
Comatose he/him Posted October 15, 2011 Posted October 15, 2011 River: I take note of the man's sarcasm, and notice him eying my hair. Although the heat was travelling out of my body, it seems it still managed to singe, and even the lightest of burns shows up on platinum blond. I resolve to give myself a quick trim as soon as possible. "The singeing is intentional," I say, wanting to clear things up. "A little burnt hair is a small price to pay for setting a man on fire from the inside, wouldn't you think?" His patronizing attitude angers me, but I force myself to stay calm. There are very few things I hate more than being made to feel like I'm inferior. "I take back what I said about talent," I saw as my lips twist with distaste. "Do all your customers take kindly to being abused?" My instincts tell me to storm off and find another vendor, but my curiosity gets the better of me. With a black mage as a base, this sphere could be more my style. "Tell you what, I'll give you another chance before I take my business elsewhere. I confess, I'm more familiar with using spheres than identifying them. My gentlemans' education did not include 'Dynamic Overdrivers'. Give me your best pitch, and we can forget about this little argument. Then I won't be forced to tell everyone I meet how dissatisfied I was with your service."
Eerongal he/him Posted October 15, 2011 Posted October 15, 2011 Eerongal The girl sniggers at "repairs". The spider just gives you a farewell wave of a limb, then grabs your armor and heads back into what you assume is the smithy, though what adjustments a giant spider would require is something you don't want to contemplate. You look around for an infirmary and locate a large red X over one alcove and head there. People in white and red bustle about, tending to a number of patients, some of which you recognize from battles you've watched. River's opponent is curled up on one cot, shivering, despite his lack of obvious injuries. No one tends to him. One of the healers rushes over to you, gives you a look over, and sits you down on a cot a little more forcefully than you expected. "You should have come straight from your match, I'm surprised they didn't send you immediately. Stay there." She then walks away, presumably to gather materials to treat you. Looking around, you see that the cot next to yours is occupied. The mysterious Darla, in her Furies reds, is still unconscious, though she looks no worse off from the fight. In fact, she stirs as you watch. Groaning, she half sits up, resting on an elbow. Then she spots you, and it's hard not to notice the flinch, but she slips into a nonchalant manner that you can tell isn't very well practiced. "Looking at you, then at me, I'd say it'd be easy to mix up who actually won. Good fight back there." Well, at least she seems to be a good loser.... Nodding to her, i return her sentiment. "Yes, it was a good fight. You certainly have a few interesting forms. " Holding out my arms for the returning healer, i continue the conversation. "Get a bit more practice with them and you could probably defeat me. Also, that bear you have, while powerful, is dumb as a sack of rocks. I could probably teach you a few tricks if you plan on sticking around and are up for it. Inexperience is more deadly than the strongest formsphere." Pausing to wince a little at sting of the salve being applied, i continue. "Tell me, Darla, what are you doing working for the Furies? You don't seem like their usual sort, and I certainly wouldn't recommend it."
Silus - Shard of Flame he/him Posted October 15, 2011 Author Posted October 15, 2011 Jack Mckinney "indeed it is! Tomorrow would be good! Seeya then, 'kay thanks bye!" My turn! Fun Fun Fun Fun Fun... Jack runs out of the store. Jack enters the arena, tumbles, then rolls across the bridge. He gets up and dusts himself off. Jack smiles at his opponent, "Hello there!" The man glances at you, then grunts a greeting. He's massive, at least six and half feet tall and built like a bearmech. He has the palish complexion and streak of golden hair typical to Eastgaters, and he wears the pelt of a velocihound as a coat. Obviously a skilled hunter, since velocihounds are notoriously difficult to catch, though the large, double sided axe on his back couldn't hurt his chances. "This match: Jack McKinney versus Tank!" Jezebel is refereeing again, which seems to be a pretty easy job. "Ready!" He starts to shift, cracking his neck as he does so. "Set!" His aura fades, leaving him pretty similar to what he looked like before. "GO!" Ambrosius "Paranoia? yes, no need for that."Ambro watches as the man leaves. He also came to the conclusion of eye based spheremorphs, so I am not just jumping to conclusions. Ambro heads to the market section of the area, looking for magic shop. They may even sell witchcraft spells, which contrary to popular belief any human can use. I even had several cousins who used it, so I also know a fake when I see one. The magic shop is cleaner than you expected, almost pristine. The counter is shiny. The contrast with the wares on display is striking, the various incenses clashing with what might be disinfectant in the air. Ringing the little silver bell on the counter brings out a middle aged man with dark eyes and hair streaked with grey, with a pointed face and a brilliantly white lab coat pressed to perfection. The man looks you over with disdain. "Can I help you?" River I take note of the man's sarcasm, and notice him eying my hair. Although the heat was travelling out of my body, it seems it still managed to singe, and even the lightest of burns shows up on platinum blond. I resolve to give myself a quick trim as soon as possible. "The singeing is intentional," I say, wanting to clear things up. "A little burnt hair is a small price to pay for setting a man on fire from the inside, wouldn't you think?" His patronizing attitude angers me, but I force myself to stay calm. There are very few things I hate more than being made to feel like I'm inferior. "I take back what I said about talent," I saw as my lips twist with distaste. "Do all your customers take kindly to being abused?" My instincts tell me to storm off and find another vendor, but my curiosity gets the better of me. With a black mage as a base, this sphere could be more my style. "Tell you what, I'll give you another chance before I take my business elsewhere. I confess, I'm more familiar with using spheres than identifying them. My gentlemans' education did not include 'Dynamic Overdrivers'. Give me your best pitch, and we can forget about this little argument. Then I won't be forced to tell everyone I meet how dissatisfied I was with your service." The smile in his eyes disappears, but the smile on his mouth remains. His voice is low. "River of Riverheart, you seem to be suffering under the delusion that I need your business. And frankly I doubt you can afford it. You obviously don't know who I am, which doesn't surprise me, considering the backwards little house you come from. "My name is Garson Gustav." The name sends a small chill down your spine. You've heard of this man, the name whispered among the noble elite, the supplier of powerful Spheretech, who runs a world-spanning business empire. Even the most powerful of men knows not to cross Garson Gustav, who has more than a few Spheremorphs in his clientele. The smile is back, as if it never left. His voice back to its slightly accented, jolly self. "An Overdriver, my boy, is a powerful piece of Spheretech indeed. When you activate it, your Form is Evolved, for a short time, into one of its possible Evolutions. Once the Overdrive ends, you're automatically shifted into another Form, unable to use the Overdrived Form for a few hours, but the power boost is an edge that most would kill for. A Dynamic Overdriver is even better. Ya see, most Overdrivers have a set level of power and cost, but a Dynamic one lets ya pick. You can choose, say, between a first level Overdrive, which Evolves your Form once, or a third, which Evolves it three times, but with three times the burnout time. You could take that Black Mage Formsphere and Overdrive it to a Arcane Mage or an Elemental, but that depends on how much you're willing to risk on the luck of the draw." Eerongal Well, at least she seems to be a good loser.... Nodding to her, i return her sentiment. "Yes, it was a good fight. You certainly have a few interesting forms. " Holding out my arms for the returning healer, i continue the conversation. "Get a bit more practice with them and you could probably defeat me. Also, that bear you have, while powerful, is dumb as a sack of rocks. I could probably teach you a few tricks if you plan on sticking around and are up for it. Inexperience is more deadly than the strongest formsphere." Pausing to wince a little at sting of the salve being applied, i continue. "Tell me, Darla, what are you doing working for the Furies? You don't seem like their usual sort, and I certainly wouldn't recommend it." "Tibbers may be dumb, but there's not much I can do about that, brains made of stuffing and all. And I'll pass on the tips. This tournament is knockout, one loss out, so I don't think I'll be doing much fighting. But I think I'll stick around anyway, maybe see somebody kick you around." She grins. The healer applies a salve on the smaller burns, which works remarkably fast. But she pulls out a fabrial for the worse ones. This surprises you, as fabrials aren't just rare, but incredibly expensive since they run exclusively on stormlight - the single most valuable form of raw magical energy in the world. This makes infused spheres, which hold and generate stormlight, more valuable than all other forms of currency. A single emerald broam is enough to keep a village of over a hundred people in food and luxuries for a month. Regardless of the expense, the feeling of your burns healing up is worth every ray. She frowns when you mention the Furies. "I've been in the group my whole life. Not much choice when you're-" She stops suddenly, then turns around and lays her head back down. "You're hammer gave me a splitting headache, Paladin, so I hope you don't mind if I sleep it off."
Emeralis00 she/her Posted October 15, 2011 Posted October 15, 2011 Ambrosius Bleh. He's one of those types. They think that by examining how magic works they can make it stronger, yet they don't realize that it doesn't matter. Ambro replies with equal disdain, "Do you have the Chimaeracon, the Wicker Book, the Book of Isis, or Cromael's Diary?" I doubt he has that last one though, there are only three in existence. Ambro looks over the wares on display. "Or at least a Solomon's Seal." Jack Mckinney Jack shifts to airbender, then takes off using his wide sleeves like sails. lets see now, he appears to be a close-range physical type, but the lack of clothing change is making it difficult to determine exactly what he is. If he does have a ranged attack I can insta-shift into Adept to take the hit if I can't dodge. I wonder how much of a temper he has. Jack sends a multitude of gusts to blow into his opponents face at quick intervals. 'I wonder! Did that velocihound die of laughter at your appearance or shock at how slow you are?" Jacks voice is magnified by a quick manipulation of air.
Comatose he/him Posted October 16, 2011 Posted October 16, 2011 River: Garson Gustav... How is it I spend all day looking for powerful friends, only to offend the first one I find because I mistake him for a simple shop-keep? Wait a minute... What is Garson Gustav, ruler of a international spheretech empire, doing peddling his own wares? I would assume he is lying, but somehow I doubt it. Garson Gustav is not exactly a name you can steal and expect to get away with it. The question remains, what is he doing here playing the cashier? Out in the real world, someone like Gustav would have underlings to oversee the underlings who check in on the ones who run the shops. True, this many Speremounts gathered in one place is bound to be an unparalleled business opportunity, but that still doesn't explain why Gustav isn't rubbing elbows with the higher ups, leaving his shop to a trusted assistant. For what seems like the hundredth time I wonder who in the world is running this thing, and how much power they have. I realize I've been silent, paralyzed by embarrassment and mortification. "Please, you must accept my apologies, Master Gustav." I pause, unsure of what to say next. This man is definitely one I would rather have for a friend than an enemy, and he's crafty enough to see through anything but the truth. "I thought you were a shop keeper. I would have never expected someone of your standing to mingle in companies like this. Now, of course it makes sense. A shrewd business man like yourself would never leave such an opportunity in the hands of someone who might mess it up." Careful with the flattery. Too much, and he'll laugh in your face. I try my best to be sincere. I know I've messed up, and now I need to fix things, fast. "I've behaved horribly, but I'm still very interested in the Dynamic Overdriver. How much is it worth? If it's out of my price range, and your willing to forgive me, I'd like to buy you a drink or dinner, to make it up to you." I hate the position I am in. I glance to either side, hoping no one else is witnessing my humiliation. "I really am sorry," I say, lowering my eyes respectfully. Please let this situation be salvageable. I know I can't afford to miss out on this opportunity.
Silus - Shard of Flame he/him Posted October 16, 2011 Author Posted October 16, 2011 Jack Mckinney Jack shifts to airbender, then takes off using his wide sleeves like sails. lets see now, he appears to be a close-range physical type, but the lack of clothing change is making it difficult to determine exactly what he is. If he does have a ranged attack I can insta-shift into Adept to take the hit if I can't dodge. I wonder how much of a temper he has. Jack sends a multitude of gusts to blow into his opponents face at quick intervals. 'I wonder! Did that velocihound die of laughter at your appearance or shock at how slow you are?" Jacks voice is magnified by a quick manipulation of air. He slips the axe from his back and pulls a katana from his belt. You aren't sure whether that was there before or not. He runs at you. He's not slow. River Garson Gustav... How is it I spend all day looking for powerful friends, only to offend the first one I find because I mistake him for a simple shop-keep? Wait a minute... What is Garson Gustav, ruler of a international spheretech empire, doing peddling his own wares? I would assume he is lying, but somehow I doubt it. Garson Gustav is not exactly a name you can steal and expect to get away with it. The question remains, what is he doing here playing the cashier? Out in the real world, someone like Gustav would have underlings to oversee the underlings who check in on the ones who run the shops. True, this many Speremounts gathered in one place is bound to be an unparalleled business opportunity, but that still doesn't explain why Gustav isn't rubbing elbows with the higher ups, leaving his shop to a trusted assistant. For what seems like the hundredth time I wonder who in the world is running this thing, and how much power they have. I realize I've been silent, paralyzed by embarrassment and mortification. "Please, you must accept my apologies, Master Gustav." I pause, unsure of what to say next. This man is definitely one I would rather have for a friend than an enemy, and he's crafty enough to see through anything but the truth. "I thought you were a shop keeper. I would have never expected someone of your standing to mingle in companies like this. Now, of course it makes sense. A shrewd business man like yourself would never leave such an opportunity in the hands of someone who might mess it up." Careful with the flattery. Too much, and he'll laugh in your face. I try my best to be sincere. I know I've messed up, and now I need to fix things, fast. "I've behaved horribly, but I'm still very interested in the Dynamic Overdriver. How much is it worth? If it's out of my price range, and your willing to forgive me, I'd like to buy you a drink or dinner, to make it up to you." I hate the position I am in. I glance to either side, hoping no one else is witnessing my humiliation. "I really am sorry," I say, lowering my eyes respectfully. Please let this situation be salvageable. I know I can't afford to miss out on this opportunity. He chuckles at how flustered you are. "It's been a while since I got to freak someone out like that." He laughs, clamping his hand on your shoulder; the reassuring feel is comforting. "Also been a while since I've run an actual store. That's where I started out, you know, at the bottom, but I've been working my way up for almost fifty years now. Still, trying to sell something the old fashion way feels good. "Don't worry yourself too much. Your noble manner was just a little grating, you might want to do something about that. A little dash of humility goes a long way. Sure, presenting a solid front in a business arrangement is important, but a man's pocket reflects his thoughts, especially with people." He turns back to the display. "The Overdriver is a rare piece, likely you won't ever see another one. I'd put its price about...three emerald broams?"
Cuaiir he/him Posted October 16, 2011 Posted October 16, 2011 Jay'el "Relax, you're as jittery as a flyrat." He looks over the Sphere. "For your first Spherecut? Not bad. I'll go fix it up while you get started on the next one. Don't screw that one up too bad and I say you'll pass. Here, I'll lay down the cuts for you." Yellow lines, but you can tell that he's speeding over something. "Quinn, what order should I do these in? That seems important..." My sentence tapers into silence as I realize that Quinn has already taken off with his characteristic speed. Shoot. Okay, you can do this, Jay'el. Just look first, think it through. I take the next ten minutes to examine the lines that Quinn laid down, trying to figure out what is off about them.
Emeralis00 she/her Posted October 17, 2011 Posted October 17, 2011 Jack Mckinney Oh my. He's quick. Jack dodges as the opponent makes a leaping slash, but a great rent is torn in one of Jack's sleeves. Banking sharply Jack insta-shifts into Adept, then uses the Sub-machine gun as he lands. I wonder if the type of weapon affects his abilities. I'm pretty sure he didn't have that katana, and katanas are usually associated with speed. Jack prepares a Throw in case his opponent charges. "what? That axe too much for you too handle? Or was it just for show?"
Eerongal he/him Posted October 17, 2011 Posted October 17, 2011 Eerongal "Tibbers may be dumb, but there's not much I can do about that, brains made of stuffing and all. And I'll pass on the tips. This tournament is knockout, one loss out, so I don't think I'll be doing much fighting. But I think I'll stick around anyway, maybe see somebody kick you around." She grins. The healer applies a salve on the smaller burns, which works remarkably fast. But she pulls out a fabrial for the worse ones. This surprises you, as fabrials aren't just rare, but incredibly expensive since they run exclusively on stormlight - the single most valuable form of raw magical energy in the world. This makes infused spheres, which hold and generate stormlight, more valuable than all other forms of currency. A single emerald broam is enough to keep a village of over a hundred people in food and luxuries for a month. Regardless of the expense, the feeling of your burns healing up is worth every ray. She frowns when you mention the Furies. "I've been in the group my whole life. Not much choice when you're-" She stops suddenly, then turns around and lays her head back down. "You're hammer gave me a splitting headache, Paladin, so I hope you don't mind if I sleep it off." Hrm....cut off a bit abruptly there....Hiding something? Oh well, best not to press it. "Very well. Sleep well, you've earned rest." Nodding to her, I turn back to watch the healer work upon my wounds. "Tell me, healer, how often do you have to use such powerful, and not to mention expensive, methods of curing wounds? That seems like it would get pricey after a time...." Flex my arms carefully, i enjoy the relief brought about from my lack of severe burns.
Comatose he/him Posted October 18, 2011 Posted October 18, 2011 River: My eyes widen when I hear the price. It would take the better part of my families entire fortune to purchase the Dynamic Overdriver, and I only managed to walk away with whatever I could carry. With one last hungry look at the Overdriver, I tear my gaze away, knowing I'm only torturing myself. There's no way I could lay my hands on it without stealing, and Gustav is not someone I'd want to steal from without an air tight plan. Now that he seems to have forgiven my behavior, I need to stay in his good books, and can't afford to risk his displeasure. "I'll try to work on my attitude," I say. "You can't help how you were raised, right?" My sisters would be laughing at me now. Their pride would never have allowed them to give in as I am now. No doubt, they would accuse me of lowering the status of our house with my behavior. The jokes on them though, for my house is gone and I remain. Robin would have been proud of me. At least, she would have claimed to be. I never know what to think about her, for I cannot tell how much of her personality was a sham. She betrayed you, I remind myself. I need to forget about her if I'm going to move forward. If I need to forget, why can't I? I focus on the situation at hand, not wanting to dwell on the past. "I should have trusted you when you said it was out of my price range." I pause, considering for a moment and then continue. "I'm still interested in acquiring some sort of fuser or evolver? If you don't have any in stock, do you know where or how I could find one and how much it might cost me? As long as it doesn't remove me from the tournament, I'd even be willing to work to acquire one. With everything that's going on, I won't have much time to learn a new sphere, so I'd rather improve on what I already have if possible." After a moment, I remember one last question. "Do you know if it is possible to combine more than two forms?"
Silus - Shard of Flame he/him Posted October 20, 2011 Author Posted October 20, 2011 Ambrosius Bleh. He's one of those types. They think that by examining how magic works they can make it stronger, yet they don't realize that it doesn't matter. Ambro replies with equal disdain, "Do you have the Chimaeracon, the Wicker Book, the Book of Isis, or Cromael's Diary?" I doubt he has that last one though, there are only three in existence. Ambro looks over the wares on display. "Or at least a Solomon's Seal." The man takes barely a moment to respond to your list. "I have the Chimeracon and the Book of Isis either in hardcover or paperpack, the Wicker Book in large or small print, and I'm afraid that our copy of Cromael's Diary is on hold for another buyer. As for the Solomon's Seal..." He points behind you, to a rack lined with dozens of them. "We have a variety of sizes." Jay'el "Quinn, what order should I do these in? That seems important..." My sentence tapers into silence as I realize that Quinn has already taken off with his characteristic speed. Shoot. Okay, you can do this, Jay'el. Just look first, think it through. I take the next ten minutes to examine the lines that Quinn laid down, trying to figure out what is off about them. The lines appear random at first, but examining them reveals a subtle pattern to them. You almost miss it, but the curve splits the bindings evenly, each line progressing into the next to continue the even cut. Jack Mckinney Oh my. He's quick. Jack dodges as the opponent makes a leaping slash, but a great rent is torn in one of Jack's sleeves. Banking sharply Jack insta-shifts into Adept, then uses the Sub-machine gun as he lands. I wonder if the type of weapon affects his abilities. I'm pretty sure he didn't have that katana, and katanas are usually associated with speed. Jack prepares a Throw in case his opponent charges. "what? That axe too much for you too handle? Or was it just for show?" Tank makes a quick spin with the axe, deflecting the rounds, though the force of it causes him to grimace. At your comment he grins, his katana morphing into the yellow glow of a lightsaber, which he throws at you. Hrm....cut off a bit abruptly there....Hiding something? Oh well, best not to press it. "Very well. Sleep well, you've earned rest." Nodding to her, I turn back to watch the healer work upon my wounds. "Tell me, healer, how often do you have to use such powerful, and not to mention expensive, methods of curing wounds? That seems like it would get pricey after a time...." Flex my arms carefully, i enjoy the relief brought about from my lack of severe burns. The healer smiles at you, still moving over your burns with care and precision. "Before I got here, never. Our benefactor is very generous, he said to spare no expense in keeping the competitors in fighting shape. I'm not sure where he gets it, but I never need to ask for more. There's always enough, which is a little eerie considering just how quickly we've gone through the stuff today." River My eyes widen when I hear the price. It would take the better part of my families entire fortune to purchase the Dynamic Overdriver, and I only managed to walk away with whatever I could carry. With one last hungry look at the Overdriver, I tear my gaze away, knowing I'm only torturing myself. There's no way I could lay my hands on it without stealing, and Gustav is not someone I'd want to steal from without an air tight plan. Now that he seems to have forgiven my behavior, I need to stay in his good books, and can't afford to risk his displeasure. "I'll try to work on my attitude," I say. "You can't help how you were raised, right?" My sisters would be laughing at me now. Their pride would never have allowed them to give in as I am now. No doubt, they would accuse me of lowering the status of our house with my behavior. The jokes on them though, for my house is gone and I remain. Robin would have been proud of me. At least, she would have claimed to be. I never know what to think about her, for I cannot tell how much of her personality was a sham. She betrayed you, I remind myself. I need to forget about her if I'm going to move forward. If I need to forget, why can't I? I focus on the situation at hand, not wanting to dwell on the past. "I should have trusted you when you said it was out of my price range." I pause, considering for a moment and then continue. "I'm still interested in acquiring some sort of fuser or evolver? If you don't have any in stock, do you know where or how I could find one and how much it might cost me? As long as it doesn't remove me from the tournament, I'd even be willing to work to acquire one. With everything that's going on, I won't have much time to learn a new sphere, so I'd rather improve on what I already have if possible." After a moment, I remember one last question. "Do you know if it is possible to combine more than two forms?" "Come back after dinner, I have a feeling a good meal will help you work things through." He winks at you. At your next question, he pauses for a moment. "There's a rule in Spherework, one that I've found rings true. The more you try to put into a Form, the more it'll cost. Whether it's in rare materials, a simple need for bulk resources, or complicated workarounds, the rule is the same. Look up there." He points you toward the top of the pyramid display, where you can see a single glass case holding a simple device made up of three rings about the size of Formspheres. "That's the crown jewel of my wares. And trust me, it don't matter how nice a meal you get, it won't you get you any closer to affording my Triple Fuser. It's a simple way of combining three Forms into one, but it's a pain to make. Cost me a fortune, then another one on top of that!" He laughs, holding his side. "Sure, there are better things, rumors of a Quad Fuser fly around like beegnats in my business, but there's no way to make 'em through conventional means. And really, what you'd need to do the same thing on a Grid that that Fuser does easy as pie is still storming expensive and takes up Grid power to drag your shift speed into the gutter."
Emeralis00 she/her Posted October 20, 2011 Posted October 20, 2011 (edited) Jack Mckinney Ooh, a lightsaber! Throw won't help so...shockwave! Jack launches a shockwave, knocking the lightsaber off course enough that it lightly grazes his shoulder. The armor crackles as it is disintegrated by the bound plasma in the blade. Hrm, what to do now? Jack smiles then Throws his opponent, followed by an insta-shift into black-mage launching several ice spells at the opponent. "I feel hungry for leeks. Do you feel hungry for leeks? I like leeks." Edited October 20, 2011 by Emeralis00
Emeralis00 she/her Posted October 21, 2011 Posted October 21, 2011 Ambrosius Ambro arches an eyebrow, so he has the goods at least, and even has a copy of Cromael's Diary. Who is this guy? "How much for a copy of the Book of Isis? Or a smaller Solomon's Seal?" I probably will have to go find Eero and get that money back. If he hasn't spent it. Oh, and the pocketwatch, I might be able to sell it.
Eerongal he/him Posted October 21, 2011 Posted October 21, 2011 The healer smiles at you, still moving over your burns with care and precision. "Before I got here, never. Our benefactor is very generous, he said to spare no expense in keeping the competitors in fighting shape. I'm not sure where he gets it, but I never need to ask for more. There's always enough, which is a little eerie considering just how quickly we've gone through the stuff today." "I see. It is a might strange all of the comforts and luxuries that are just thrown around here. One has to wonder who this 'benefactor' really is." Flexing my arms a bit more, I stand and stretch a bit, feeling the obvious relief from pain. "So....I have a feeling I all ready know the answer to this, given the lavishness of things around here, but how much do I owe you for the healing? I suspect most payments around here seem to be in a 'all ready taken care of nature' and if that's the case...." i pull out a few coins from my pouch and hold them in my open palm, "I assume there are no rules against tipping the patron for a job well done, right?"
Silus - Shard of Flame he/him Posted October 21, 2011 Author Posted October 21, 2011 Jack Mckinney Ooh, a lightsaber! Throw won't help so...shockwave! Jack launches a shockwave, knocking the lightsaber off course enough that it lightly grazes his shoulder. The armor crackles as it is disintegrated by the bound plasma in the blade. Hrm, what to do now? Jack smiles then Throws his opponent, followed by an insta-shift into black-mage launching several ice spells at the opponent. "I feel hungry for leeks. Do you feel hungry for leeks? I like leeks." The throw knocks him back a few feet, but he stays on his feet, leaving him able to counter the ice blasts with...his lightsaber. It's already back in his hand, even though you just saw him throw it. Whatever just happened, the lightsaber is very effective in blocking the ice blasts, the searing heat making a perfect barrier against the cold. Ambrosius Ambro arches an eyebrow, so he has the goods at least, and even has a copy of Cromael's Diary. Who is this guy? "How much for a copy of the Book of Isis? Or a smaller Solomon's Seal?" I probably will have to go find Eero and get that money back. If he hasn't spent it. Oh, and the pocketwatch, I might be able to sell it. "A bronze fiver for the Seal, the Book of Isis is a firemark in paperback and two in hardback." A firemark, while relatively low on the scale of stormlight currency, is still pricey. Eerongal "I see. It is a might strange all of the comforts and luxuries that are just thrown around here. One has to wonder who this 'benefactor' really is." Flexing my arms a bit more, I stand and stretch a bit, feeling the obvious relief from pain. "So....I have a feeling I all ready know the answer to this, given the lavishness of things around here, but how much do I owe you for the healing? I suspect most payments around here seem to be in a 'all ready taken care of nature' and if that's the case...." i pull out a few coins from my pouch and hold them in my open palm, "I assume there are no rules against tipping the patron for a job well done, right?" The nurse giggles a little, whether from your manner or from your shirtless torso is anyone's guess. "Right, no charge. But..." She reaches out and takes the coins. "The Sisters of Preservation always appreciate donations." You recognize the name; a religion run hospital in Desert's Edge, a well known one for their skill in healing. Looking around, you see at least a dozen other nurses, and can spot the distinctive metal touches in their uniforms that mark them as Shardist nuns of the Order of Preservation.
The Frostbourne he/him Posted October 21, 2011 Posted October 21, 2011 (edited) Top sighs. Top is gaining no more from these studies. They work as a repulsive force; it's rather simple. Top wanders off, though not to far from the arena. He decides to go looking for trouble. There is no better pursuit for a SphereMorph than the pursuit of danger... Otherwise, I wouldn't be here. Edited October 21, 2011 by The Frostbourne
Cuaiir he/him Posted October 22, 2011 Posted October 22, 2011 Jay'el The lines appear random at first, but examining them reveals a subtle pattern to them. You almost miss it, but the curve splits the bindings evenly, each line progressing into the next to continue the even cut. Huh. Interesting. Theoretically... let's try that. I start the first cut slowly, paying even more attention to where I'm cutting than before. Rather than cutting through the sphere like I'm using a saw, I vary the intensity on the cutting torch as I rotate the Sphere in its clamp, cutting deeper at some points and shallower at others. What would have been one normal cut takes me seven minutes, a bit on the long side, but I don't have to reset the position of the Sphere for the next cut - my cutting torch's unnatural flame smoothly flows into the next section of binding code. Yes. Not wasting time moving the sphere... this should be faster.
Silus - Shard of Flame he/him Posted October 23, 2011 Author Posted October 23, 2011 Top sighs. Top is gaining no more from these studies. They work as a repulsive force; it's rather simple. Top wanders off, though not to far from the arena. He decides to go looking for trouble. There is no better pursuit for a SphereMorph than the pursuit of danger... Otherwise, I wouldn't be here. You wander into the Mist Cavern, where the last of the Blue bracket matches is now ending. A burly man stands over an unconscious guy on the ground, soaking in the cheers of the crowd. You spot a dark haired, pale kid standing next to you by the edge of the crowd. He's smirking, apparently satisfied by the outcome of the match. There's a space bubble around him, like people are uncomfortable standing next to him. He wears his Spheremount on the shoulder away from you, so you don't get a look at his Grid before he walks off into the crowd again. Huh. Interesting. Theoretically... let's try that. I start the first cut slowly, paying even more attention to where I'm cutting than before. Rather than cutting through the sphere like I'm using a saw, I vary the intensity on the cutting torch as I rotate the Sphere in its clamp, cutting deeper at some points and shallower at others. What would have been one normal cut takes me seven minutes, a bit on the long side, but I don't have to reset the position of the Sphere for the next cut - my cutting torch's unnatural flame smoothly flows into the next section of binding code. Yes. Not wasting time moving the sphere... this should be faster. Just as you're finishing the Sphere, you hear a commotion going on behind you. "Out of my way. Step aside!" It sounds like Victoria's voice. Hands grip you by the shoulders and wrench you backwards, jarring your vision of the Breaker. "Give me that." The headset is ripped off your head, and you can see that it is Victoria. She takes the gloves from you and puts them and the headset on, then takes a Formsphere out of her pocket and puts it in the Breaker, removing the chunk of Sphere you were cutting. She starts cutting at the Sphere. "I am so tired of it. The crazy dreams, the headaches, the random statements and awkward moments in conversation. I should have known it was a bad idea from the get-go." You slip on the observer's headset and start to watch her work. "I knew it wasn't the best option, but I thought it would be helpful, not a big deal. I was wrong. Too wrong. And I came so close to losing my sanity, that I can't believe I let it get this far." She's astounding, her cuts are elegant, clean, and most of all, fast. "No more. I don't care that I'll need a new mask, but I can afford it. No price is too high for my peace of mind." And she's already finished. She moved so fast you couldn't even follow what kind of Form it was, let alone what she was cutting out of it. Now she's taking the equipment off, turning to leave.
Emeralis00 she/her Posted October 24, 2011 Posted October 24, 2011 Ambrosius Ambro gives a short bow. Ashes. Out of my price range. "I'll be returning later." With that comment Ambro leaves the shop. I won't be able to find Eero in any reasonable amount of time. Ambro heads to the mist cavern, but notices that the match has ended.
Cuaiir he/him Posted October 24, 2011 Posted October 24, 2011 It's not even been a day, what could have happened? "Victoria!" She turns to face me, clearly just recognizing who she shoved off the Breaker. "Rust and Ruin, Vikki, what's going on? You seemed fine three hours ago, and now you're bursting into the working section of a busy Spheresmithy and shoving other Spheremorphs off expensive equipment to work on a personal project? While I appreciate the speed that you worked at - Rayse's blood, I was floored by it - I think I deserve a bit more of an explanation than your mutterings to yourself. I thought we were friends..."
Silus - Shard of Flame he/him Posted October 24, 2011 Author Posted October 24, 2011 Jay'el She's not calmed by your words or even praise. You can see her frustration flare into anger in her eyes. "You think I didn't see you talking to the thiefskin? I have the Blessing of Awareness! I heard what you said! Giving him tips!?" She leans in and practically spits her next words in your face. "'Tech based, not much magic.'" She turns and starts to walk out. "And you have the nerve to call us friends."
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