Through the Living Heir

“I’m wearing a xenosuit right now. It’s designed to help me survive on other planets by-“ he cuts off as the helicopter passes overhead. “You really are serious, aren’t you. That’s probably a helicopter. Those have spinning blades that lift them off the ground.” “I’ve got no clue what that thing is, though. SIMON, set my suit to… never mind, forgot we were out of supplies.” He turns back to Kaleb and the others. “Maybe someone down there can help us, if that crazy drill doesn’t shred us by accident first.”

“Ok… a xenosuit would work better, wouldn’t it? Where are you from, anyway? You might have heard of my dad. He discovered the Ferrians.”

“Any idea where I can get some better supplies for my xenosuit? Maybe if I had access to a lab, I could get it to feed off this sand, but as is, I need Earth-like biomass.” Noticing the antlers on your helmet, he cocks his head to the side. “Are you from a cosplay convention or something? You’re dressed like a Viking.”

A figure stands up from the ground, and walks over to you. As it gets close enough, you can see that the figure is wearing some sort of black jumpsuit that covers his entire body. Some sort of clear substance allows you to see the right eye, but the left is covered in the same fabric the rest of him is. Black strings hang off of the suit, connected to locations in a line along his side. The figure sticks out his hand, and says, “I’m Nick Bryer. Where are we?”

Nick sits up, groaning again. The filaments of suit that had been stretched out around him fall around him. “SIMON, do you recognize that?” Evidently hearing a reply, he continues, “how’d that happen?” Standing up, he walks over to the nearest barely visible silhouette in the sandstorm. Edit: @Ancient Elantrian you’re still playing, correct? I see you are online.

It does indeed. Slower than can be seen without paying very close attention, the rice ball is absorbed by the black fabric. The filaments patching cuts in both the suit and Nick’s skin slowly come together, leaving only patches textured slightly differently. The slash on his eye grows a clear substance through which that eye can be seen, presumably so Nick can see. An hour or two later, Nick’s eyelids flutter. He groans, touching the side of his head, presumably at the button that will turn SIMON back on. “SIMON, you there? What happened?” His visible eye opens all the way, and he blinks a few times. “Where am I?”

“A bio-suit is the living garment, which in this case my charge is wearing. It can grow to perform whatever function is needed, in this case patch Nick’s wounds and replenish his blood, but, like all living things, it needs energy and materials to grow. Thank you for bringing the suit into the sun. If you can acquire additional sources of materials and energy, please place them on or point them at the fabric. I am shutting down now. If you need me, tap the corner of the remaining part of the glasses.” Then, SIMON falls silent, and the suit merely soaks up sunlight and continues to grow.

A muffled voice comes from the right side of the figure’s head, “I am SIMON. My charge, Nicholas Bryer, is heavily injured for reasons my memory is too corrupted to determine. Please bring him and the biosuit he is wearing into the most sunlit area nearby, and collect any sort of biomass you can find. I am shutting down to conserve battery for stabilization efforts, so ask any questions you have now.” Nick’s body is limp, but he is breathing slowly. He doesn’t react to your attempt to move him.

@Lotus Blossom The spike speaks into your mind: All right. I’ll give you one moment to decide. Do you want to win, or do you want to die? @Edema Rue The spike speaks to “Corin” as well, seeming like it’s whining. These people are boring. Give me something else to do.

@J. Magi @AltonicKeys @RoyalBeeMage @The Stormfather Once the warping stops, regardless of where you end up, a young man lays on the ground (or equivalent surface) next to you. Black fabric covers most of his body, including his head, but there are slashes through it, through which cuts and burns can be seen. His right eye, visible from a slash, is closed, with a cut above and below the eye socket, and what appears to be the nose bridge from a pair of glasses sticking out from the side of the rip, its edge broken. Black filaments stretch out from the fabric, both fanning out around him and growing into the cuts, seeming to scab them over. Larry’s communicator displays one possible connection. (If it has a connection request menu. I don’t know how those things work.) It reads “Nick Bryer SIMON optics interface”.

@The Stormfather

I don’t know, but I want to find out. Maybe you can put a shardcounterweight on the end and swing it around? Or Lash two nonmagic counterweights diagonally in different directions, then have it fall forward at whatever you want to destroy.

Aronin Eltoris, the last alchemist from the short-lived alchemist guild from a decade ago, turned the tap that connected the quite illegal underground workshop to one of the Verdant streams. Filling a cup, he walked over to his mushrooms and watered them with it, then wandered over to his worktable and poured the rest into a mostly full pot, small amounts of Aqua and Crimson mixing beneath it. The two opposite substances crackled softly as they mixed, the small explosions heating the liquid. "I'll need more of those, soon," he said to himself, striding over to shelf and selecting a vial of Valor. "Interesting." He stepped onto a ladder, looking up towards a glass contraption. "My condenser finally did something..." Corking and unsealing the flask beneath, he stepped off the ladder, and went back over to the pot, pouring in the Valor. "Let's see what we have here." He uncorked the flask, and put a hand to his forehead. "Huh. That sounds odd. Buzzing..." Aronin Eltoris, the last alchemist from the short-lived alchemist guild from a decade ago, took an empty flask he'd set on the table, and fit it into the substance condenser. Then, he walked over to the far wall, and turned the tap that connected the quite illegal underground workshop to one of the Verdant streams. Filling a cup, he walked over to his mushrooms and watered them with it, then wandered over to his worktable and poured the rest into a very full pot, small amounts of Aqua and Crimson mixing beneath it. The two opposite substances crackled softly as they mixed, the small explosions heating the liquid. "Looks like I need a bigger pot. Maybe the Verdant is expanding as it warms?" he said to himself, striding over to shelf and selecting a flask of Quicksilver. Moving back toward the work bench, he took three more pots and ladled a scoop of heated "Verdant" into each. He placed one onto a heating contraption, one he left as is, and then he poured the Quicksilver into the third. Then, he walked back over to his shelf. "Interesting." He stepped onto a ladder, looking up towards a glass contraption. "My condenser finally did something..."

“I have enough for a meal or two… we’ll probably teleport to somewhere that has more food next.” Vall fuzzes out for a second, and you can see through him. “That was weird… here, take these.” He hands you two eggs, a sharp tip of a plant that would make a good knife, and some purple berries. Then, he fuzzes out again. “I think I’m going back home. Goodbye and good lu-“ Vall disappears.

Well, if you don’t want a strong power… left shoulder would give you Connection manipulation. You could make yourself easier or harder to notice at will… or your leg could give you cognitive realm teleportation… The final Change begins. @Lotus Blossom also: you both feel a flash of amusement and excitement, almost like the spike is laughing. That’s fun. They let me watch, you know, before they put me in the arena. These two are in love… -more cruel amusement- Anyway, if you two don’t hurry up quick, I’ll let that guy decide who to give me to. And I’m betting they want you to fight each other. Have fun! (I’m just assuming that you’re close enough together that the spike can talk to both of you)

Rina (That's her name, right?)

Jasnah

Ah, but you have a third person(ish) now. You were also supposed to have Red, but then he died. Monsters can be much stronger than tributes...

Better Soulcasting.

Vall drops to the ground and looks at Aki @J. Magi. "Do we want to take these out, or should we let 'em go? I did find some other food..." @The Stormfather, here's my new character (unlike Vall, Nick actually needs some discovery writing) :

Pretend I said I'm not supposed to tell you what's going on, but making you a Sand Master might be helpful here... Continuing from that response (it'll say that to Astra too, I guess. @Lotus Blossom) :This sand here might be invested. The last person who was able to use it sold the ability to the Casino, but I'm able to make you control it... The power also would let you activate aether spores at range, and force people to activate their MoIs, if you touch them. You can also do some fuel conversions with it; would let you get ahold of stormlight from food or normal light. It's the hardest power for me to grant, though; requires being stabbed in the heart, and a specific part at that. Also @LightRinger, for context if you can fill in.

i (I was gonna say that in Spanish, but I was ninjaed) edit: twice!

These look pretty cool! Are you making a pair of each, or are you planning to wear the two together? Maybe I’ll try something like this if I have some free time…

My 8th grade Spanish teacher, who has done everything (not really, but kinda. He fought a bull one time, he was gonna be a pilot before he got his glasses. It’s crazy.)