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“I know what it feels like to be close to greatness, but to have it snatched from you by an unforeseen consequence. However, perhaps we can find the bright side. This world seems advanced in some ways, but primitive in others. I will join this quest, though as equals, not as a mere lackey.”
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“And what are your goals now?”
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“Not here. Honestly, I’m not sure exactly how I got here. I think I may have moved through a realm where time and space are irrelevant, but I’m not sure. Anyway, I’m from another planet, at the very least.”
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“Kaesiel Thaen. Yours?”
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“Getting weapons. Don’t worry, I can fix it.” Kaesiel grabbed three “guns” from the case, then grabbed man’s hand, copying his Recollection of the unbroken glass case and manifesting it outward as a an illusion. Good as new. “They won’t know what happened.”
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“Thank you!” Natron carefully tipped up the girl’s head and slowly poured the water into her lips.
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This sounded much less impressive than Kaesiel had originally thought. Perhaps she could destroy these gods more easily than she had thought. “Here, let’s get this case open.” Kaesiel grabbed Jaxothxe’s hand, stealing a bit of Confidence from him, then manifesting it into her fist to reinforce it, she punched through the glass with a shattering sound.
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There! Natron pulled forth... a glass of water. Darn. Well he was thirsty, and maybe this would help. “Hey, should I pour this over her head? Will that wake her up?”
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Finally. These were the gods Kaesiel had imagined. Perhaps she wouldn’t kill this one yet. He seemed useful. “Well, then. Show me. I am dreadfully curious.”
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Natron closed his eyes and relaxed amid the chaos. Then, he reached out with his talent, trying to dream up something to help this woman.
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“Maybe these?” Kaesiel grabbed a box of metal cylinders from the shelf next to the shotgun.
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“To be honest, I’m more of an engineer myself. Though I can handle myself in a fight. Perhaps we can help each other. They must have some kind of swords here.” Kaesiel took one of the devices in her hand. “Now, how do you suppose this works?”
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Natron takes a bow. “Why, I am Natron Amphisbaena Smedry, at your service. Have you really never heard of Alcatraz?” Then, he quickly took in the unconscious girl. “Are you sure she’s okay, lad? She doesn’t look well.”
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“Unfortunately, no.” This man seemed like he may be from her world, or one similar. He carried a normal sword, anyway. “I presume they are some sort of ranged weapon?”
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“Of course.” If she could get her hands on these weapons, she would be unstoppable! Kaesiel started walking with the strange man in the indicated direction, marveling at some of the technologies she saw.
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“Yes weapons would be useful.” This was the land of the gods, was it not? They had to have weapons advanced beyond Kaesiel’s wildest dreams.
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They seemed to be talking about some kind of metal. A tall, dark-skinned woman in a primitive lab coat and leather boots walks up. “Pardon me, but does Quatatanium have any Trace properties?”
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Ara pulled herself up from the hard ground. This would take some getting used to. She rummaged through her pack with a metal clattering as her etchings bumped around. There. Ara pulled out the platinum plate she had been experimenting with, trying to keep it relatively concealed. In her homeland, mining was prevalent enough that this plate wasn’t cheap, but here it would probably be worth more than a whole house. Then, Ara pulled out the diamond engraving pen she had stolen on her way out of Orius Keep. Ironically, that was worth less than the platinum. There was barely any diamond on it at all. Then, Ara started to work, making shallow cuts in the metal, forming swirling, branching patterns like clouds and lightning. It took only a few minutes, and when she was done, she let out a sigh. Then, with great trepidation, she put her hand on the plate and began humming to the rhythm and notes Memory had shown her. As she did, the Inspiration Shalli had given her before their parting flowed down Ara’s arm and into the plate, which began to glow with a subtle, blue light. Ara exclaimed, before quickly covering her mouth, hoping nobody had heard. It had worked! Notion responded to patterns. Patterns of human thought, patterns of etchings, patterns of the atomically structure of materials, of course it would respond to a pattern of sound! Ara quickly scooped up her equipment, putting it back in her bag, and began eating breakfast.
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Natron walked down the cobbled street of the small town. This place seemed very advanced! No elevators or librarian technology of any kind. A good, upstanding civilization. Maybe he was still in the free kingdoms. A pair of people quickly rushed out from a tavern down the street and ran behind to the stables. What was that? Was something going on? Natron was loath to miss some action. He hurried his pace, rounding the corner to the stables to see four people, one unconscious, talking about... bounties? Why, this was quite interesting! He hoped the gal laid out on the horse was okay, though. He decided to ask. “Why ‘ello dear bounty hunters, what would be the fuss here? And is that poor woman okay? Oh, and if you wouldn’t mind, where in the name of Alcatraz the First am I?”
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