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    Mercury Arseneault
    Mercury Arseneault

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    Lineage : Gold Rush
    Position : None
    Posts : 248
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 2,123,157

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Gunblade Master
    Second Magic: Mecha Primordial Slayer
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    Post by Mercury Arseneault on 12th May 2020, 3:50 pm

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    Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects
    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    Mercury had learned a lot about magic during her time with Silver Wolf. It was one of the reasons she had elected to join the guild in the first place, given their reputation and interest in researching culture and artifacts of all natures. Since she wasn’t from Earthland, being a member of the studious guild had increased her knowledge of the planet tenfold -- which was exactly what she’d needed. A lot of other guilds were certainly worthwhile and probably could have greatly helped her, but none were as well equipped to do so as Silver Wolf, and so efficiently. Mercury was constantly being exposed to all sorts of new items, weapons, languages, technology… she had plenty to keep her busy, which was just how she liked living her life.

    Currently, it was about mid afternoon. She had already made her mandatory morning trek down into Magnolia to get in her training session with Vandrad, as well as the piano lessons that usually followed. Mercury had proven herself a quick study on the instrument. While she certainly was no professional just yet, it hadn’t taken her long to pick up the pattern of the keys and their different tones, translating them to which marks they represented on the sheet music that Vandrad would have her try to read. And really, learning to read the sheet music was the hardest part, but even that was fairly mathematical in its approach and easy for her to pick up. Despite it being an art, there was a clear science and structure to it that she could follow that made it easy to understand.

    Granted, putting that understanding into practicality was something entirely different. It was one thing to know and another to do. Mercury had certainly struggled a fair bit at the beginning, the frustrations having shown on her face and in her words and the way she would lightly growl or  hold herself in an irritated posture. Vandrad would probably have observed that she was the type of woman who was used to being able to pick up new knowledge and skills and run with them, and not being able to do so with piano was annoying to her. But at the same time, she never complained about it. Every time it looked like she would implode from getting a section of a song wrong too many times or continuing to misread the notes and their directions, she would instead take a deep breath and dive back in, undaunted and determined in her drive to learn. True to her word, she wanted to be able to play and wasn’t afraid to have to earn the talent, even if it was hard sometimes.

    But after the first few weeks, it had started to become easier. From there, she had started picking things up more and more quickly, seeming to master new tricks and learning more songs at a rather impressive rate for someone who had never played an instrument in her whole life. Oftentimes he would bring her a new song to try and she would have it all but mastered before the end of the week was up. And the more she learned, the happier she was about playing. Not that she ever said so out loud, but by the time they finished her lessons for the day Mercury was always disappointed about having to stop. Though in general it seemed she just enjoyed learning in any capacity, given that it hadn’t taken her long to offer to help with making breakfast on the days that he had agreed to do so per their arrangement, so she could learn a bit more about cooking too.

    Truth be told, Mercury was simply a lot happier lately in general. She’d come to a place of understanding with herself, particularly in terms of how much she truly enjoyed Vandrad’s company and having him around. Even getting up in the mornings wasn’t so much of a chore anymore, and she often showed up to Magnolia a bit more chipper and awake than she once used to. A part of it was surely because she had adjusted and gotten used to an early morning schedule, but she couldn’t deny that a lot of the reason was just because she looked forward to every morning of being able to see him and spend the first few hours of her day with him. If anything, the chore for her now was having to leave Magnolia most days to head back up into the mountains to do her guild work.

    Which, coincidentally, was what she was working on now. The last couple weeks, Mercury had been studying an odd artifact that one of the Hunters had brought back from a job. It was a curious item about four or five inches tall, in the shape of a pyramid . It was crafted from iron ore so old that she could feel its age with her magic, and its surface was covered in very digital looking designs that greatly resembled leylines on a computer motherboard or graphics chip. A dark red light glowed from behind a few small clear panels of glass in the center of each surface. The way the grooves lined up on each side led her to believe that the device would come apart and reveal what was inside if opened properly.

    The problem, of course, had been in figuring out how to open it. From there, it was also about making sure that opening it would be relatively safe. Essentially, she’d been having to spend the last few weeks trying to determine what the probable result would be upon activating the artifact so that she could do so without destroying the entire guildhall. Mercury had been running tests for weeks between both the equipment owned by the guild for such matters, and the tools she’d created based off of their equipment. By now, she was fairly certain she knew what the item did, but there was only one way to know for sure. And if it did what she suspected, it wasn’t a test she wanted to run on her own.

    Normally she would seek help from other members in the Scholar branch, but she felt she was going to need stronger support than that. So rather than reach out to one of the pack mates, she’d instead messaged Vandrad to ask if he had time to meet her up at Silver Wolf. This time, she made sure to clarify the meeting’s purpose, letting him know that she wanted his help with a project she’d been working on for the guild. As before, she waited for him to arrive in her room, knowing the receptionist would page her once he got there.

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    Vandrad Ragnos

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    Lineage : Traveller of the Multiverse
    Position : None
    Posts : 285
    Guild : Fairy Tail
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 2,126,433

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Energy Monarch
    Second Magic: Ark of the Dread Masters
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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos on 12th May 2020, 5:42 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    Vandrad had only gotten a preview of what Mercury was like as a learner. But the task of teaching her piano was going to be long, tedious and would provide a challenge to someone who had never been musically inclined. And no doubt the one lesson in swimming he had provided was only a taste of what to expect from several lessons in a row. Yet, he was happily surprised to find a student that was not only adamant about wanting to learn but attentive to his lessons. Vandrad was used to dealing with soldiers that had an inflated ego about themselves, priding their former strengths from schooling or their own personal routine of getting stronger. For all intents and purposes, Mercury certainly fit the bill with her normal, everyday banter -- not that he was complaining of course. When it came down to seriously learning though, she was quite determined.

    That wasn’t to say that it wasn’t amusing watching her frustrations. She was the kind that picked up on things quickly, that much he had seen and assumed after plenty of exposure to her. But piano work wasn’t as easy as watching someone do it and then you just mimic their actions. It required an understanding of the basic, rudimentary functions of the body and the instrument, knowing how the pace of the sheet music affected one’s hands and feet to move in tandem with the beats. It didn’t just start with the piano, it became an entire lesson on music theory so that she could understand what every notation on the paper meant and how it correlated with the piano. That was easy enough but when it came to actually performing, she proved to be just like everyone else. And it was -- though he’d never say it outloud -- adorable to watch her get flustered. Yet she never broke; there were plenty of times that she looked about ready to explode but instead, calmed herself down and started again.

    But once she got it, she got it. The rhythm became second nature to her and soon she was proving to be just as adept at playing as he was. The music flowed out of her fingers and into the piano, allowing it to invigorate and capture the phantom audience that was listening. She never gave up and he kept having to go and find different music that offered more of a challenge each and every time. The sessions became shorter as she became more practiced, needing less education from him directly. But she made up the difference by offering to help him make breakfast, once more throwing herself at his mercy of knowledge so that she could learn from him further. Mornings became routine but in a delightfully exciting way. What had started as a means of bettering himself through training with a partner had become an entire regimen of morning workout, breakfast and piano practice. They had gone from seeing each other for only a few hours every other day to spending mornings together almost all the time, save for two mornings out of the week.

    And it was remarkable just how good he felt. Vandrad prided himself on not being an excitable person but truly, he looked forward to seeing her every morning he got the chance. She came to Magnolia in a far more chipper mood lately than before, having fully adapted to the morning routine at this point. While they were still more than delighted to banter and tease, they started to act less like two allies and like something more. He found himself watching her quietly as she went about her practices or when she was trying something new on the piano or in the kitchen. And all the strangeness that had been stuffed down deep threatened to burst through, wanting nothing more than to make itself known. Of course he had enough control of it to bash it down and bury it back in its hole but it didn’t keep him from looking at her with a stupid smile on his face every now and then.

    Truly, what he was excited about was the day he revealed just how much he had learned on engineering. Much like Mercury, Vandrad was a student that strove to be the best at whatever he tackled. Strength had always mattered to him more than anything and what was knowledge and talents but inherently gained strength? He’d started out small and read all of the books he could get his hands on but tomes were never going to cut it for him. Using the jewels he had earned from jobs, he bought all the equipment he could and began to practice. When he wasn’t on a job or spending time with Mercury, he was practicing his understanding of technology as well as magical engineering. And through it, he had furthered his studies into smithing, learning how to incorporate his technological ideas into his armor and, should he chose to, his weapons.

    He was in the middle of putting the final touches on magitek bracelets when his communicator buzzed, indicating a message. He pulled the soldering gun away from the metal wrap, dabbing it gently against the foam underneath its holder before sheathing it. He flipped up the goggles from his face and pulled the device over, flicking it on. A message from Mercury, asking him to come to her guild’s headquarters. She was careful to explain that she was working on a project and needed some assistance with its testing. It looked like he was going to reveal some of his equipment sooner than expected, though he supposed that depended on what her version of testing meant. He replied quickly, letting her know he’d be there within an hour. With that sent, he smirked to himself as he glanced over at his refurbished armor.

    The Vandrad that walked through the doors of the Silver Wolf guildhall still looked the same for the most part but his armor looked far more sleek. He had restructured the chest plate so that it molded to his chest better, tightly gripping his abdomen with its new gray sheen. The jumpsuit’s tensile strength had been increased as well, along with the Prince changing its former blue into a dark black. The gloves and boots had been taken apart and rebuilt so that they fit the man better as well, along with layering magic and fiber within to make them more durable. It was an outfit suited for a proud man and Vandrad looked just that as he walked up to the desk. Feeling quite jovial, even playful to a point, he looked at the secretary with a smirk. "I was told this is where I could find a whore. Lavender hair, a bit petite but has a large mouth. You can tell her that daddy is here to see her.”







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    Mercury Arseneault
    Mercury Arseneault

    Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Player 
    Lineage : Gold Rush
    Position : None
    Posts : 248
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 2,123,157

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Gunblade Master
    Second Magic: Mecha Primordial Slayer
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Mercury Arseneault on 12th May 2020, 10:12 pm

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    Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects
    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    The Silver Wolf mage that was currently fulfilling the receptionist role in the front entrance of the guild smiled up at Vandrad as he approached, the perfect picture of friendly customer service. Before she could ask what help she could give him, however, he came right out and said that he was looking for someone. The way he worded the request quickly drained the color and smile from her face, though, leaving her sitting in open shock. She looked visibly offended, sitting up straighter in her chair and gaping at his audacity. “I beg your pardon?” she asked.

    The woman honestly looked like she wanted to tear the prince’s head off, her mouth opening and closing several times in indignation over how disrespectfully he’d just been toward one of the guild aces. She seared him with a thick glare, but ultimately seemed to decide it wasn’t worth the hassle. Mercury hadn’t been with Silver Wolf for a terribly long time, but she already had a reputation as a playful and witty Beta that enjoyed getting into a bit of trouble. Without taking her narrowed eyes off of Vandrad, the receptionist hit the button to page the intercom in Mercury’s room. “Miss Arseneault? Some midget with an overinflated sense of ego is asking for you. Shall I feed him to the wolves?”

    Mercury blinked and physically turned to look at the intercom panel on the wall of her bedroom, fully paused in the middle of a few last minute tests she had been running. “What?” she asked, flabbergasted with amusement. “No, it’s fine. Just tell him to stop being a pain in the ass. I’ll be down in just a minute.”

    “Yes, ma’am,” the woman said, still glaring daggers at Vandrad as she released the button that kept the call live. “Oh, well. Maybe next time.” It was hard to tell if she was joking or not in her disappointment in not getting to let the wolves tear Vandrad to shreds, but either way it seemed Mercury had been summoned to collect him. Shooting him one last dark look, she waved him toward the numerous couches that were spread throughout the foyer before turning her nose up at him and returning to her work.

    A couple quick minutes later, Mercury emerged from the door that led to the members’ living quarters. She was dressed in a grey jumpsuit with red stripes around the arms and a red belt around her waist. The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, and there were a set of brown leather gloves on her hands as well as a similar pair of boots on her feet. Strapped to her hips and thigh, as always, were her many pouches that people thought held all her tools and gadgets, though Vandrad knew the truth that they were little more than foils to mask her use of magic. Her short lavender hair was pushed back from her face by a pair of tinted engineer goggles that rested on top of her head.

    Smirking her amusement and confusion, her green eyes glanced briefly to the woman at the desk as she approached the prince before flicking over to him. “Are you harassing my pack mates?” Mercury asked, clearly not mad though exceptionally curious. “You’re supposed to save that kind of treatment for me. I can take it.”

    Her gaze fell to his outfit. It looked like his armor, but sleeker and different in color, like it had been upgraded. “Hey, this is nice,” she said, not bothering to ask before she started physically inspecting the chestplate with her fingers and turning him around to get a look at it from all sides. Lifting one of his hands up, she looked over the glove and the material of the jumpsuit on his arm with a keen eye. For the most part, the technology on this planet didn’t altogether impress her very much, but compared to the standards of their modern world the outfit was definitely above average. “Where’d you find this? Doctor Wanna-Be Girlfriend try to butter you up with some better gear?”

    While she would otherwise be fighting back the stupid butterflies in her stomach she often got from being near him or touching him, those emotions were left to simmer in the background of her mind as she was fully interested in appreciating the new attire. It was definitely sturdier than his last set. “Let’s go before Lyvia decides to sick the dogs on you anyway.” Mercury tilted her head with a smirk for him to follow her, leading him back toward the door she’d come from and shooting a toothy grin at the receptionist who rolled her eyes.

    Behind the door was a long hallway with a row of doors on either side at regular intervals that he could reasonably assume were rooms for the members that lived at the guild. Rather than walk down however, she immediately lead up him a staircase to the left, following it up two flights to the top floor. Here, the hallway was much smaller than on the bottom floors with only a small handful of doors. The one furthest down and to the left was the one she entered, the knob reading her biometric signature as she grasped it and unlocking to let her inside.

    Her room was almost as small as she had always joked to him, at least in comparison to his own living arrangements in Bellum. As an ace she had been afforded a slightly larger room than the other members, and in a more desirable location on the top floor, but it was still little more than a studio space. She didn’t even have her own bathroom. What it lacked in size, however, it made up for in aesthetic. The room shared the rustic look of the rest of the guildhall, with nearly all the furniture being crafted from well made wooden beams and panels. A full sized bed was tucked into a raised alcove in the wall, with storage space around it that was filled with books and random gadgets. There was a window near the bed that looked out into the ever present snow of the Phoenix Mountains, and the ceiling sloped up to a height of about twelve feet at its tallest point.

    Mercury clearly was not the cleanest person around, though not really in a way that was unhygienic. If anything, it was just evidence of a woman that was often so busy diving head first into her work that she left little to no time or energy toward keeping everything tidy and organized. Her desk was littered with books and tools, open notepads and an assortment of random parts from different tech she’d been working on. Mounted to the wall above it was the most eye-catching statement in the room: Four large monitors set together in a larger square, each with different screens and browsers open on them. A quick glance at her trash can would betray that the last couple meals she’d eaten in here had been cheap, microwavable dishes in throw away containers.

    On the opposite wall from her bed, an electric keyboard was set up. The instrument looked as though it had been crafted through her electronic magic, though it wasn’t entirely black like her gadgets usually were. The keys, most notably, were white like a traditional piano. Still, it was more than enough evidence that she’d been practicing outside of their sessions, taking time on her own to work on the things he’d been teaching her at home where she could struggle through it in private and make more progress than she otherwise would have. The keyboard was littered with a bunch of sheet music that he’d given her, as well as some that looked like she had printed the pages off blank and had been writing in her own notes.

    On the floor of the room was the fist sized pyramid artifact she’d been fussing with. It was set on a digital pedal of sorts, hooked up to several wires that fed information to a few tablets and other devices that loosely littered the floor around it. There was enough room to walk without having to be meticulous about where to step, but clearly her desk hadn’t been big enough to give her the space she needed to work with the thing. Bending over, she picked the pyramid up and tossed it to him. “Ever seen anything like this before?”

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    Vandrad Ragnos
    Vandrad Ragnos

    Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Player 
    Lineage : Traveller of the Multiverse
    Position : None
    Posts : 285
    Guild : Fairy Tail
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 2,126,433

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Energy Monarch
    Second Magic: Ark of the Dread Masters
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos on 13th May 2020, 2:46 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    Vandrad learned something right quick -- not everyone was of the same mindset of Mercury within Silver Wolf. It took him less than a second to realize that his humorous remark about the Silver Wolf mage was not funny to the woman playing receptionist but in fact, quite utterly horrifying. Her warm smile was gone and in its place was one of disgust and anger. Well that made things terribly awkward, his own grin starting to fade as the receptionist tried several times to find the right words to tear him asunder. But in the end, all she did was glare at him with such intensity, he rightfully should have caught aflame. After a moment, without breaking her gaze with him, she reached over and paged Mercury in her room. She called him a midget, commented about his arrogance and questioned whether she should toss him out to the wolves. Vandrad raised a single eyebrow, even as he scoffed at the idea. He would very much like to see this upright stick in the mud try and do anything to him.

    Oh gods, she was him -- at least, a version of him. He’d been that same kind of person, several times in fact when dealing with Mercury. Seeing it from the outside was not exactly the most fulfilling and exhilarating sensation or sight; in fact, it was actually kind of off putting. And much like his partner in crime, he was filled with a need to knock her off her rocker. Mercury answered back, telling her to inform him that she’d be down momentarily. The receptionist offhandedly remarked about the missed opportunity before gesturing towards the couches meant for guests. "No thanks,” he snapped back at her, fixing her with an equal state of wicked intent, an amused but impish smirk now placing itself over his face. "I think I’m fine right here.” And that’s where he would stay, arms crossed over his chest, as he stared at the woman, trying her best to continue in her work.

    As Mercury came bounding down the stairs to meet him, he glanced up in surprise at her appearance. Normally she was dressed in a somewhat fashionable way, whether that sense was one he appreciated or didn’t. But instead, she looked more like an engineer, having just crawled out of the thicket of oil and metal. In truth, it was probably similar to how he had looked before he’d cleaned up and put on his armor. She smirked as she asked him if he was being a pain to her guildmates, chastising him for unloading his wit upon those that weren’t quite prepared for it. "Apparently so. Here I thought I was the only person you could accuse of ‘having a stick up my ass’. But alas, I was wrong,” he said, settling his gaze back upon the receptionist in smug victory.

    Mercury’s attention turned to his armor, remarking over its craftsmanship. His pride returned in full glow, allowing her to inspect it to her fullest curiosity. At this point, her touching him was so commonplace that it didn’t really affect him -- outside of the often plaguing desire for her to do so more and to return the favor. As she asked where he had found it, even surmising that perhaps Patricia might have offered it as a gift, he scoffed in amusement. "Considering how impressed she was by the work of the original, I doubt she could improve upon it without inspecting it first hand. No, this is my handiwork. In my spare time, I’ve been educating myself on magical engineering, fundamental electrical design and metal forging. This is only a sample of what I’ve created lately,” he informed her with pride, giving a pat to his chest plate.

    Done with her inspection, she figured it was time to leave before the receptionist -- apparently Lyvia -- decided to follow through on her threat. "Oh please, I’m utterly terrified,” he remarked dryly, giving the woman a brief look before turning his attention away. But he did speak up once more within earshot of Lyvia, direction a question to Mercury, "So does all of Silver Wolf rely on the wolves to handle their problems or was she a special case?” But that was the last thing he said before Mercury guided him through to a long hallway filled with doors. Up they went, ascending two sets of stairs until they happened upon a much shorter passageway, with far less entryways. All the way at the end was her room and after turning the knob, she ushered him in.

    Her stories about her room hadn’t been blown out of proportion yet, he didn’t see why anyone would consider it small. In fact, he found it rather cozy in terms of size -- reminding him of his room within Fairy Hills. It provided exactly what one would need while still maintaining the appeal that the rest of the guild possessed, with its dark and well kept wooden frames and design. The only thing that surprised him was how cluttered she was -- he’d certainly seen worse rooms, especially having been in the military, but she was one that definitely didn’t care much for keeping things organized. All of her possessions were scattered around haphazardly, with cheap and easy food trays piling up in her trash. The wall above her desk had quadruple screens, each one arranged so it practically made up one larger screen but still presenting different bits of information. There was also the fact that she had an electronic keyboard on the other wall, seemingly made of her own design.

    "Bringing your lessons home with you,” he said as he walked over, pressing a few keys softly to make the instrument sing quietly. The mounted music stand was littered with sheet music, some of it gifted from him and others blank with handwritten notes. So she’d reached the point where she was experimenting with her own songs. No wonder she had come along so quickly. "I’m impressed,” he complimented her, smirking as he glanced back at her.

    But it seemed he wasn’t here to marvel at her private intent to better her musical ability, nor to take in the sight of her living space at all. No, she stopped in the center of the room and picked up what looked like a small metal pyramid. It had been set upon an electronic pedestal, connected to several of her devices that seemed to be keeping track of energy levels and scanning for materials, based on a cursory glance. She took it in hand and tossed it to him, the Prince catching it easily. She asked him about it, wanting to know if he’d seen anything similar. "I can’t say that I have,” he said as he reached up behind his ear and pressed against a small metal device hooked around the lobe with his finger. A holographic screen snapped to life over his eyes, the deep crimson color darkening his features but not completely covering them. The machine buzzed to life as it scanned the pyramid, taking in energy readouts and attempting to properly define the material and magic. "Unknown substance. Low level magical output. Is this what you need my help with?”







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    Mercury Arseneault

    Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Player 
    Lineage : Gold Rush
    Position : None
    Posts : 248
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Experience : 2,123,157

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Gunblade Master
    Second Magic: Mecha Primordial Slayer
    Third Magic:

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    Post by Mercury Arseneault on 13th May 2020, 8:28 pm

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    Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects
    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    Mercury snorted when he referred to Lyvia as a stick in the mud. “Rest assured, that title is definitely still yours and only yours. She’s usually quite friendly and playful, so I can only imagine what you might have said to tick her off that fast. I should chastise you, but it’s kind of impressive so I’ll let it slide.” She smirked up at him.

    His armor caught her interest and she wasted no time in invading his personal space to get a better look at it. He rejected her guess that Patricia had provided the goods as some kind of attempt to win him over, stating that given how impressed the doctor had been at the previous design that she could hardly have been the one to upgrade it to a level beyond that which she had already been unable to understand. In fact, Vandrad claimed that he himself had been the one to craft the outfit. “Like hell it is,” she teased, though there wasn’t any true disbelief behind her words. In fact, her tone was clearly more impressed than anything else. She was fairly certain that if he had any schooling in technology or engineering that she’d have heard about it by this point, and given how awkward he’d been at the start with the phone she’d given him there was no evidence to back up such a history. But, as he went on to explain, he’d apparently taken up a recent interest in certain aspects of engineering and had taken it upon himself to further his education on the matter.

    There was no hiding his pride over his work, and Mercury couldn’t blame him for it. He looked quite smug. She smirked up at him, shaking her head a little. “Well haven’t you been a busy little bee then? You’re gonna have to show me what else you’ve been working on. We’ll see what kind of level you’re operating at and where you can go from there. Impress me enough and maybe I’ll give you some homework and let you play with the big boys.” Mercury winked at him.

    The invitation was given to follow her, preferably before Lyvia decided to make mince meat out of him. The prince dryly stated how scary the prospect was. Mercury gave him a look, equal parts scolding and amusement, before leading him off. Before they even made it into the next room, he asked if Lyvia often made it a habit to let the wolves do the dirty work for her own problems, voicing the question loud enough that the other woman would hear it. Mercury smacked him on the chest with the back of her hand. “Oh, stop,” she told him through a chuckle. “I’m the one who’s supposed to get you in trouble, not the other way around.”

    A quick trip up the stairs and they were in her room. She rarely, if ever, had guests inside the living space. The only other people that had been in it before were other members of the guild, and even then only briefly. Mostly that was just because she was a private person. She didn’t seem embarrassed over the moderate disarray that was her room, mostly because Mercury viewed it as an organized chaos and a sign that she was getting work done, so she hadn’t really felt the need to tidy things up perfectly just because Vandrad was coming over -- though she’d at least thrown all her trash away.

    As she started focusing once more on the artifact, he glanced around and ultimately commented on the keyboard in the corner. Truthfully, Mercury had forgotten the instrument was there. Emerald eyes blinked up at him where he stood at the device and gently hit one of the keys, and as she noticed that she’d left out the sheet music -- specifically, the ones she’d been working on -- a bit of color drained from her face. She maintained her otherwise perfect facade, smirking up at him in amusement but her emotions were instantly awash in a mild panic. “Yep, you caught me,” the Xocili told him with a slightly nervous chuckle.

    As casually as she possibly could, she scooped up the papers and stacked them together, slipping them into a drawer out of sight. The act was performed with the air of someone realizing their home perhaps wasn’t as tidy as it should have been for company, but her emotions were blatantly betraying her. Whatever song she’d been working on, clearly she was embarrassed that Vandrad would see it. It was already bad enough that the words she had been pairing with the accompaniment were written in her native language, whose script was quite unlike that of the tongues more common to this region of Earthland. Hopefully she’d tucked the papers away before he could notice that, but she couldn’t be confident of that.

    Easier to just change the subject quickly.

    She tossed him the device and he looked it over. Reaching up, Vandrad turned on a gadget around his ear that popped a small holographic screen in front of one of his eyes, examining the artifact through the device. He’d never seen anything like it before. The readings from his scanner came back with no data on its structural makeup, marking it as having a low level of magic. Mercury nodded when he asked if this was what she wanted his help with. “Take a look at this.”

    Gesturing for him to hand the thing back to her, she knelt down to the ground and put it back on the pedestal. She pointed to one of the tablets resting on the ground that was hooked up to the pedestal, indicating that he should look at it. The screen showed a number of different tables and graphs feeding in real time, showing waves of energy that was being read from the artifact and listing off countless continuing numbers that had no immediately obvious means of interpretation. “So, I’ve been spending the last few weeks trying to figure out what this thing is and what it does. It’s old, whatever it is, but it’s also powerful. Something that’s been lost for generations, so archaic that even Silver Wolf’s vast array of tools wasn’t able to read it properly. I had to make my own tech to start cracking it down.”

    Now that they were on the subject at hand, her prior embarrassment was gone and she was in full fledged Engineer mode. While Vandrad had gotten plenty of exposure to her when she was in a learning environment, it was nothing in comparison to the excitement in her eyes and the eagerness in her tone as she focused on the piece of tech in front of her. Mercury wasn’t just good with electronics and technology, she was clearly fascinated with them like a child in giddy anticipation over going to a theme park. She was bright, a small but enthusiastic smile on her face as she leaned over and pointed at various parts on the screen for him.

    “Note the wavelengths here from the magical emissions. Low speed, moderate height… plenty of space between the waves. The quantum output,” she pointed to one of the many windows spitting out numbers at a high velocity, “Evens out at about one quindecillion lacrihertz per each millionth of a second, but in a consistent pattern of thaumaturgical script that resets every half a second.” Mercury was already so ingrained back into her task that she didn’t even stop to ask if any of what she’d just said made any sense to him. The theory of what she was getting into was certainly based in engineering, but it was largely more focused on coding and statistical analysis than anything else.

    Moving on, she temporarily removed the pyramid from the pedestal and replaced it with a random magical device in the room, which appeared to be an enchanted glove of some kind. Immediately, the wavelengths on the screen increased in speed with the space between the waves coming closer together, though their height remained relatively the same. The numbers spitting out on the other window changed as well, though at the speed they were running he probably wouldn’t be able to notice that as clearly. “I started comparing the readings to other items to see if I could find anything giving a similar output.” Tossing the glove to the side, she set her weapon down on the pedestal. This time, the waves went much higher and moved at an irregular pace.

    She swapped the items on the pedestal out a couple more times before finally picking up a rod of some kind. “Nothing really seemed to match until I tried this.” Setting it down, the waves and numerical output returned to something very close to the same rhythm, pace, and spacing as the pyramid. She pointed at the device. “That rod allows the user to essentially teleport themselves within a limited distance from one location to another. The wave pattern is nearly identical, but the script takes longer to reset itself; once every three seconds. So, my theory is that whatever this thing is,” she picked the pyramid back up. “It’s also meant to allow a user to travel, but at a much further distance… potentially even to one singular, pre-ascribed location rather than any location the user whims.”

    Holding the artifact up between them under a stand with a magnifying glass that sat on the ground nearby, Mercury conjured a thin ingot of black steel with a finely pointed tip. She used it to point out various parts of the pyramid as she said, “It’s hard to tell because of the expert craftsmanship, but if you look closely you can see thin grooves along the edges and some of the faces that makes me think this device actually opens up. And the designs on the surface? I don’t think they’re for aesthetics. If you look at the way they’re laid out and where all the lines run to, they look like traces. Like they’re meant to conduct energy from one spot to another.”

    “This is where you come in and where I may need your help. I’m fairly certain I can get this thing open with the right dose of electricity, but I don’t know what will happen when I do. if my theory on what it does is correct, best case scenario is that it opens a portal of some kind that I could step through to whatever lies on the other side. But there’s also the possibility, much like your venture with Doctor Thirsty, that it could instantly toss me into an unknown location before I can stop it. Since I don’t know what lies on the other side, it seems ill advised to make the risk on my own. So naturally, I figured it best to risk your neck along with mine, cause if I’m gonna get stuck somewhere I’m gonna make sure you’re stuck there with me.”

    She shot him a cheeky grin. “What do you think? Sound like enough of an adventure for you, your highness?”

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    "Homework? My, look who thinks she’s become the teacher,” Vandrad said smugly, grinning at Mercury with the same playful arrogance he usually embodied around her. He wasn’t sure exactly what the testing she had planned would entail but he had brought most of the items he had been working on just in case. There was no telling when something could happen that would require a bit of extra defense. And knowing the Silver Wolf mage, there was bound to be some kind of catch.

    His last comment towards Lyvia earned him a smack on the chest from Mercury, trying to be scolding but clearly just as entertained as he was. She insisted that she was the one that was the troublemaker, not him. "Oh, my apologies. I suppose I shouldn’t mention that time you kidnapped me, a Fairy Tail mage, and chained me up then. And here I was so hoping to be the one putting you in chains,” he said loudly, so that any Silver Wolf mage that was nearby would certainly hear him. It was a bit more playful than his usual mood but he was still feeling relatively good, all things considered. Actually wearing the full armor and seeing how well it fit had given him a huge boost in confidence that his ego certainly wasn’t lacking.

    Luckily for Mercury, Vandrad was far too entertained by the fact that she had a keyboard in the first place to really read into the sheet music. He complimented her efforts, which earned him a chuckle that was just a bit more anxious than it should have been. He wondered if she had, perhaps, not meant for him to see that she had brought his lessons home? It seemed like an odd thing to be worried about. If anything, she should have known that all he would be was proud of her for taking extra initiative to better herself in her spare time. Carefully she came over and discarded the papers into a nearby drawer, putting them out of sight. Which was even more odd, as if there was anything that should make her feel less organized, it was honestly the rest of the room.

    He noted it, trying to decide if it was something he was going to press upon later. Vandrad had gotten quite comfortable at this point asking her about herself, even if the answer sometimes was a hard shut down. Perhaps it was a song dedicated to her mother or something along those lines? There was really no telling and before he could think about it too much, she distracted him by tossing him the pyramid-like object. He activated his scanner and looked over the object, getting some basic data that provided little to no answer about its contents, origin or intent. At his question about it, she gestured for the pyramid back and asked him to observe. He obliged, giving the pyramid back to her, watching as she placed it back on the pedestal on the ground. She then pointed him to a nearby tablet, wanting him to look at the data readout that was displayed on its screen.

    It provided a lot more in depth data than his scanner did, though that didn’t surprise him much. As his eyes looked over the continuously changing numbers and graphic data, she explained that she had been spending several weeks studying the relic and trying to decipher its purpose. She had figured out that it was old, to the point that other instruments couldn’t even get a proper reading on it. That meant hundreds of thousands of years old, no doubt. His scanner read the layout and translated it onto his visor, displaying the screen on the upper right portion of the holographic lens. Quite within her element now, Mercury reached over and pointed out several different figures, directing his attention to the wavelengths. He listened as she explained the data in advanced technological terms, the words having meaning to him but not necessarily from a place of masterful understanding. Luckily his scanner took in the information she was speaking about in real time and translated it on his screen, citing what he had certainly learned but hadn’t put to practice fully. It was almost safe to say that the device he was wearing was more advanced than he was at the moment. But once it had been defined, he understood her meaning much better. He could see her level, even if he wasn’t quite at it yet.

    Once she had explained the information he was seeing, she pulled the pyramid from the pedestal and replaced it with a glove. He honestly wouldn’t have known it was magical until the readings changed, showing the magical output it was generating. But the data had changed, indicating that the nature of the magical source was vastly different from that of the pyramid. In essence, the sensor was reading the wavelengths differently because the magical acted differently. It made sense -- in fact, it was magic theory and magical engineering 101. Mercury explained that she decided to experiment with different items, seeing if she could find anything that matched the wavelengths from the pyramid. Showcasing once more what she meant, she removed the glove and placed her weapon on the pedestal, showing yet another example of a different type of magical reading.

    She did this a few more times before she picked up a rod, explaining that all the other objects hadn’t provided anything similar until she got to it. Placing the rod down, it was immediately obvious that readings were identical to that of the pyramid. His scanner translated the current reading on the screen and set it against prior reading, still repeating itself. Mercury explained that the rod’s magic allowed the user to teleport within a certain radius of the magic item itself, which she believed meant that the pyramid performed a similar action, albeit at a much farther distance. In fact, she believed that it could even be connected to a predetermined location of the creator’s choosing.

    An interesting theory. She brought the pyramid up so that they could better observe it under a magnifying glass, the Silver Wolf mage creating a pointer so that she could indicate certain aspects of the surface area. She surmised that the grooves along the edges were lines to indicate parting in the metal, meaning that it most likely opened up. And the intricate symbols on the metal itself were most likely inlaid for the sake of conducting energy from one place in the pyramid to the other. "Rarely does anyone design a complicated contraption without intent,” he agreed, nodding softly.

    After a vividly descriptive explanation of her study, she got to the point of asking him to come there. Mercury believed that if she focused enough electrical energy into the pyramid, she could open it up. The problem was, she wasn’t sure what the outcome would be once she did. She theorized that it would open a portal that she could willingly step through but there was also the possibility it could forcibly send her elsewhere, as she referenced his jaunt with Patricia in the card trap. It came down to the fact that she wasn’t sure what was going to happen and if she was going to do something stupid, it seemed she wanted her partner to come along with the ride. Because of course that’s why she would call him there -- she probably would have skipped all the analytical parts of the meeting if he hadn’t indicated his personal studies into engineering. "So rather than risk a singular life on this experiment of yours, you decided to call me here so that you could risk my life as well, with the possibility that we could be trapped together in some other place we don’t even know about for an indeterminate, possibly infinite, amount of time?” He asked her, having properly wrapped up her entire thinking in a series of questions.

    But he knew her answer already. And chances were, she knew what his was going to be as well. He sighed softly, making a show of looking exhausted at the prospect. "Fine. I will take part in this experiment of yours. But after this, you owe me. And I fully intend to cash in on something dauntingly frustrating on your part.” Of course he would have agreed without the added stipulation but at this point, constantly trying to one up one another with owed favors had become a bit of a game. "So do you actually require my assistance in doing anything or do you simply wish me to stand here and observe?”







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    Post by Mercury Arseneault on 14th May 2020, 6:06 pm

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    Vandrad seemed to be keeping up with her. Or at the very least, if any of what she was saying didn’t make sense to him, he was electing not to voice it. She certainly didn’t pick up if he was confused or not, mostly because she was too focused once she got into the swing of it to stop and think about whether or not she was speaking in too advanced a language, carried away by her passion and interest in the field. It happened a lot, particularly when doing work like this here at the guild. Her members had to interrupt her all the time to remind her to talk in more plain, summaric terms.

    But he did no such thing, so Mercury continued on, treating him like an equal in the field until he might give her some kind of reason to believe otherwise. Most of this was fairly basic, anyhow, so if he really had been teaching himself then he should have been able to grasp at least most of what she was saying to some level. The prince was silent through most of her explanations, following her guidance without interruption and only one vocalization to agree with her assessment that there was more to the designs on the exterior of the device than simply wanting to make it look pretty.

    Once she’d given him the basic rundown of everything she’d been doing and where she was leading with the research, Mercury explained why she’d wanted him there. There was a wide, shit eating grin on her face as he processed the fact that he was basically just there so she wouldn’t be alone in whatever fate awaited her at the end of this project, speaking up to clarify it in such terms that pointed out the fact that she was basically just risking his life with her own at this point, for the sake of science. “Yep, that about sums it up,” Mercury told him cheerily.

    He knew she was once again at the task of basically being a pain in his ass, just as she knew that he would let it happen, if only because Vandrad wouldn’t turn down the challenge of facing something so unknown and mysterious as this. The prince sighed dramatically, agreeing to help out but with the stipulation that she owed him for it, and whatever he decided to collect it was going to be a chore for her. “Oh please, don’t act like you’re not excited. This is right up your alley.” Mercury didn’t outright agree to the term, but she also didn’t tell him no, so he could assume she had no issue with his demand. If anything, she was curious to see what he would come up with. Mercury quite enjoyed when he stepped up to her level in their banter and teasing. Or well, when he stepped down to her level.

    “Right now I just need you to stand there and look pretty,” she told him and she got back up to her feet. “What I may or may not need from you after I open this up, assuming we’re both still alive… well, we’ll get to that when we get to it.” In typical Mercury fashion, she was exceptionally nonchalant over the dangerous risk she was about to take, more than ready to slap the big red button, no matter the consequences, just to sate her scientific curiosity. Wandering to her desk, she quickly strapped on the holster for Mercy before picking the weapon up and securing it. If there was a chance she was about to be instantly dumped into another pocket dimension of some kind or something, she wanted to at least make sure she was armed.

    With the wave of her hand, a blue holographic force field of some kind shimmered into existence along all the walls, floor, and ceiling, connecting together by small electronic devices in each corner of the room. The field was crafted from energy not yet discovered on Earthland, an advanced plasma of some kind that his scouting radar probably wouldn’t know what quite to do with. Giving him a wink and another grin, she lowered the goggles back down over her eyes and took a stance a couple feet in front of the thing. “Here we go!” she said, removing her gloves and tucking them into her belt.

    Cracking her knuckles for a moment, Mercury held up her hands in front of her, fingers pointed down at the pyramid. Black lightning shot from her fingertips and latched onto the metallic device in a steady stream. The readings on the tablet it was fixed to fluctuated, showing that the energy was having an effect of some kind, but not enough to result in what she wanted. Maybe she needed more? Mercury flexed her fingers and increased the input of lightning, the bolts becoming thicker and more powerful. Once more the radars fluctuated, but with no result.

    She stopped for a moment with a thoughtful hum, rubbing her chin with her hand. “Hm. It’s clearly responding to the energy,” the woman said, more to herself than to Vandrad. Her computerized brain was running figures and looking for solutions in her head at light speed, searching for an alternative approach. “The input level is ideal, more power doesn’t seem to be the key. It’s absorbing the energy in the resistors but not channeling it through the traces. It’s not recognizing the energy. I wonder if I….”

    Before she could even finish her sentence, Mercury rose her hands once more and shot out renewed bursts of lightning. This time, its color was more of a golden yellow like natural lightning, not the black that was typically indicative of her god slaying magic. The readings on the scanners jumped up noticeably higher, hovering at a rate that didn’t quite seem to be what it wanted, but was also clearly more responsive than the black lightning had been. She grinned to herself. “Oh, so that’s what you want.” Flexing her fingers one more time, the color of the lightning once again shifted, this time into a pristine, almost blinding white.

    The traces on the surface of the pyramid began to glow as they filled with the energy from the holy lightning, and once it had received ample enough power the surfaces clicked apart from one another and the pyramid shot open. Mercury stopped her flow of lightning, watching as the plates of metal separated from each other and stretched out to form a large triangle that spanned about six feet wide and ten feet tall. The remnant of her white lightning zapped in a continuous line, connecting the pieces together through the air. Within the triangular space was a portal. What lay beyond was hazy and unidentifiable from this side of the barrier, but it gave off a strong wave of unimaginable heat and smelled strongly of brimstone.

    Mercury lifted the goggles back up to the top of her head, examining the fruits of her labor. A satisfied smirk tugged on her lips. “I love it when I’m right,” she said. Giving him another grin, Mercury asked him, “Ready to see what’s on the other end of the wormhole?”

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos on 14th May 2020, 9:25 pm

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    Well, at least she was honest and to the point. Vandrad had questioned yet again what she needed him for, having already put together that her intent was to pull him into the danger zone should anything go awry. While it certainly sounded like he was chastising her for endangering his life along with hers, it was fairly obvious that the challenge she was offering intrigued him. If her calculations and hypothesis was correct, the pyramid was going to open up and create some kind of teleportation rift. The only problem was they didn’t know if it would be something they could manually go through or if it would force them to the end location of the portal. Based on how many weeks she had spent on the research, it was safe to say that trying to deduce any further dangers would take far too much time. She had a theory and she was willing to test it -- she just needed her partner there in case it turned back on her.

    Mercury gave him grief over his words, of course -- accusing him of playing up his ambivalence when, in fact, this was the kind of thing he enjoyed. She was right of course but he wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of acknowledging that, just like she didn’t agree to his terms of owing him a favor. Their game continued on the same path it had always been and with that settled, it seemed that it was time to begin. She didn’t need him to do anything right away; merely to stand at the ready should anything happen. He nodded and took a step back, giving the pyramid some space while also tightening his stance in case he needed to jump to action. "Keep those energy levels posted for me,” he said quietly to his scanner, the audio order received and acknowledged with a small beep. The graph reading the pyramid’s scans stayed in the corner of his visor as the rest of the screen switched over to battle mode.

    She took precautions to protect the rest of the room, creating a force field that placed itself on all the walls as well as the ceiling and floor. His scanner analyzed the material and came back with… well, nothing. It was a completely alien material and the database within the device recorded as much of the components as it could. He flashed her a look, a curious stare even as she winked and grinned, more than a little proud at her little showcase. She prepared herself, removing her gloves, stretching out the digits of her fingers before she took careful aim of the pyramid before electricity shot out from her fingers violently. The pitched element wrapped around the device, swirling over the metal contraption and embedding itself into the pathways that had been carved. The readings in his visor indicated the change, as did her tablet, but it was almost like a lateral step rather than a path forward. The Silver Wolf mage released more lightning, hoping that an increase in volume was the key. The sensors ticked away from normal but still not in the direction she was hoping.

    She cut off her release, pondering what that meant. The device clearly was having some kind of response to the lightning -- she said as much out loud -- but not on the level she intended. He mused as well, curious if this pyramid had been designed for a more pure form of electricity. It made sense that whoever crafted the theorized teleporter probably did so without the aid or even awareness of what a God Slayer was. With Mercury only possessing that particular brand of magic, it did complicate things but not overly. If Vandrad wanted to, he could harness the ethernano he was constantly absorbing and turn it into lightning if need be. He was about to suggest as much when Mercury resumed her assault but this time, her attack had changed. Gone was the black tint that seemed to encompass her magic and now golden bolts erupted from her fingers, striking and embedding into the pyramid. His brows rose slightly, surprised to see the sudden change in her abilities. The readings changed differently, moving more in the direction they were hoping for but still off base from the end goal.

    Once more Mercury stopped her focused stream but she was grinning now, having solved the puzzle. A moment later, more lightning erupted from her hand but this time, it was bright white, a purified storm that resonated with an energy most holy. His eyes widened as he felt its presence before something suddenly rushed to the surface of his mind. A sharp pain struck him in the temple and he grunted, wincing slightly as the all-too-familiar sensation tried to rush to the surface. Already he could feel the anger starting to swell within, the terrifying event that had overwhelmed him before Kaido and Magnus once more trying to take control from him. But to the benefit of all, the pyramid didn’t take long to be charged and Mercury cut off her electric flow, allowing the holy feeling to disappear. With the trigger gone, Vandrad was able to force the unnatural anger back down and beat back the sensation that had been quickly rising to the surface.

    Collecting himself swiftly, he set his gaze on the pyramid as it unfolded itself rapidly. The metal plates swung open, expanding out both horizontally and vertically, opening up a portal of impressive size. Her electricity was still fueling the machine but it was muted enough that the Prince was able to control himself, watching as it was turned to energy for the structuring device. As it completed its construction, a portal hummed within the metal arch, a passageway to somewhere that wasn’t all too clear from its surface. But the stench of brimstone filled the room, along with a nauseating heat. Whatever lay on the other side, it was going to be quite warm. Mercury relished in her success before looking at him and asking if he was ready to see what awaited them.

    "Sure,” he said, though his entertainment was more muted  than it had been moments ago. The dread that had tried to take over him had made him wary once more, his brow furrowed even as he set his gaze on the portal. The last thing he needed was to have… whatever that was … putting them in danger while they were on the other side. So long as he wasn’t dealing with anything holy, they should be fine. He took a breath and then stepped into the portal, disappearing from the room.

    As he stepped through the energy field, his foot landed on a jagged, rocky floor. Even as his boots touched down, he could feel the heat pulsing off the stone that he stood on. As his eyes adjusted, he found himself in what could only be described as a hellscape. Lava rivers, pools and flows were everywhere, coursing over the rocky terrain as far as the eye could see. The only light within the realm came from the magma itself, casting everything in its boiling, menacing light. There was no sky to speak of, only black and gray smog that covered the entirety of the upper echelon of the environment. He looked about and spotted several structures in the distance, man made by the look of it and constructed out of dark metal. They seemed to be towers, rising out of the stone to look over the numerous areas of lava. But there was one far in the distance, shaped to look like a statue with a bridge heading towards an open hole near its lower half. Jagged, stony claws were etched into the cliff sides next to the statue, lava pouring between the rock fingers and down into a larger, glowing stream.

    "I always had a feeling you would lead me to Hell,” he said once Mercury had followed him through, casting a glance over at her. It was an attempt at humor, both for her sake and his own. He was trying to unravel his nerves and get himself back to a comfortable place, storing the episode that had nearly occurred in the back of his mind. "Location,” he said to the scanner, causing the screen to quickly start shuffling through information before him. A moment later it provided a general readout, which was more than surprising. He had expected it to come back with nothing, having assumed that they had entered another dimension of some kind. But in fact, they were still on Earthland -- in fact, they were in Earthland.

    "It looks like we’re several miles within the planet,” he said, reaching up to touch the holographic screen and pulling his finger away, drawing the readout outwards so that it projected itself for her as well. "And it seems we’re not alone,” he followed up, pointing towards the statue in the distance. As he did that, he noticed movement all along the wasteland, figures that seemed to be roaming over the rocky plains. He was about to point them out to the Silver Wolf mage when a creature leapt up from a platform beneath them, landing only ten yards away from the pair. It was a creature made of hellstone and fire, its bulky form glowing through slits in its limbs. A bright flame made up its entire torso and a rocky skull with massive horns stared at them with glowing red eyes.

    "Perfect,” Vandrad said as his magic swelled up inside of him, instantly changing him to his crimson Empowerment form. He crossed his arms briefly, if only to press his fingers against the bracelets located just under his gloves. They surged to life, wrapping a red magical field over his arms and legs, bolstering them beyond his natural limits. He shot off the ground and slammed his fist into the creature’s skull, taking advantage of it being off guard and sending it flying back down from where it came. As he stepped to the edge of the platform they were on, the sight of several similar demon-looking creatures moving towards their position presented itself to him.

    "And here I was thinking we weren’t going to get the chance to fight,” he said, whipping his head around to look at Mercury and smirking.







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    Post by Mercury Arseneault on 15th May 2020, 3:52 pm

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    Mercury hadn’t really gotten the chance to tell Vandrad about the evolution of her slayer magic yet, mostly because the two of them really didn’t utilize their magic much while they were training. Even in most jobs, Mercury rarely called upon her ability to summon particular elements in such an overt fashion, typically preferring to use her abilities in more subtle ways. Even after running down the various types of electric energy available to her, she was far too focused and excited about being rewarded with success to stop and realize that he’d only just now be learning that her abilities had expanded. And since he didn’t ask about it, she didn’t stop to tell.

    His odd tone did catch her attention, however. She had been far too distracted to notice the building anger and the way he grimaced at being near her newly discovered holy magic, and of course he’d gotten his face under control by the time she was done, but the lackluster way in which he answered her question didn’t go unnoticed by the Xocili. Lavender brows furrowed softly in confusion, but before she could ask him about it the prince was leading the way through the portal and to whatever fiery hellscape rested beyond.

    Hellscape was an apt word. The heat in the area was immense from the fire and molten lava that pooled and flowed about the place, and the air was thick and dry with a sky full of smoke. Across the way appeared to be a building of sorts, structured out of the natural rock and metal ore of the terrain. There were great towers piercing toward the smoggy clouds, a statue of a figure with an upraised palm and lava flowing through its fingertips, and a bridge leading toward a cavernous doorway. Vandrad quipped about his foreknowledge that it was only a matter of time before Mercury had sent him to a place like this, earning a slight grin from the woman. She wasn’t all too nervous about the setting herself, of course, simply curious as to where they were and why it existed.

    At the same time he started speaking commands into his scouter to determine a location, her own radars were already collecting information that ultimately drew them both to the same conclusion: This place, whatever it was, resided inside the crust of Earthland itself. “Interesting,” Mercury said, her curiosity off the charts. “I didn’t think anything could even exist this far below the surface.” Her gaze followed where he pointed out in the distance beyond the statue, where figures seemed to move and mill about the place. Before she could look too closely, however, her radars started screaming the approach of a large creature from beneath them.

    Mercury whipped Mercy into her hand reflexively, but before she could do anything about it Vandrad was already assuming his empowerment form and launching himself into battle, complete with curious devices over his hands and feet very akin in nature to an energetic force field. With one hit, he smacked the creature back down to the depths below their current platform. Well, that had been easy. As Vandrad wandered over to the edge to see where it had fallen, the Silver Wolf mage used her magic to conjure a couple dozen of her drones before waving them off. The small orbs immediately split into groups, many of them soaring up through the smoke to inspect what might be beyond it, others racing ahead to inspect the curious keep before them, and more racing down below their platform to see what was below.

    The prince’s words caught her interest, causing her to wander over to the edge with him. “Oh hey, look at that,” she said with a grin as her gaze fell upon quite a few more fiery looking beasts, similar in design to the one he’d just knocked away, climbing up toward them. “They have a welcoming committee just for us. How thoughtful.” There was a brief pause as she considered the curious creatures, wondering what they were and what kind of powers they controlled. Despite their demonic look, they didn’t seem to have an aura of unholy magic about them. If anything, they just seemed to be made of a mixture of fire and stone, much like the rest of the landscape.

    “I’m gonna catch one,” she decided candidly. With that, Mercury summoned a few more drones and directed them to form a loose circle around one of the creatures, who barely registered the tiny devices as anything more than gnats that weren’t worth the effort of swiping at. At her wireless direction, the drones activated themselves, forming a blue field of energy between them to create a net of energy that contained the beast and scooped it up into the air. It roared its fury, completely unprepared to be lifted off its feet and left dangling in the sky, twisting and turning as it tried to break through the little devices to no avail. “Down, boy.” With another unseen command, the drones unleashed a wave of natural, golden lightning around the beast, shocking it over and over again until it fell unconscious, still alive but too weak to fight.

    Between her and Vandrad, the remaining creatures wouldn’t be too difficult to fight off. They were large and looked as though they could certainly pack quite the wallop, but they were quite cumbersome and unable to move very quickly in comparison to the two smaller mortals. Mercury picked off several with a few well aimed shots of her gun, though each of the creatures were at least strong enough that they took several blasts each to knock down. A couple of them managed to make it up to the platform where they were, but they didn’t last too long. Before long, the only one remaining was the one she had netted.

    Setting her drones to scan the creature, Mercury turned toward Vandrad with a smirk. “Alright, let me see,” she said, gesturing for him to hold out one of his gloved hands so she could inspect the shielding that coated the limbs. Holding the hand up with one of her own, Mercury scanned the device with her eyes, utilizing her internal sensors to gather the device’s reading and outputs. “Well, I won’t lie to you, daddy. I’m pretty impressed. These aren’t half bad for someone who didn’t spend the last several decades mastering the field. How long have you been hiding all this from me, huh?”

    She shot a teasing look up at him with her emerald gaze, still inspecting the gloved hand. “You know, this kind of shit is like the one thing I’m decent at outside of killing people. If you had wanted to learn more about it, you could have asked. I’ve never tried teaching anyone anything before, but I’d have been willing to give it a shot for you.” In fact, she’d probably shock him with the advanced technological knowledge she had at her fingertips, though a lot of it she couldn’t exactly lend him without having to come up with some kind of reason or excuse as to why she knew so much beyond the limits of Earthland’s available education on such things. For his sake, she would have at least tried to pass on what she safely could. Hell, she’d already been working on a weapon for him similar to her own, though she had no earthly idea how she was going to explain it once it was finished and she could give it to him…

    A notification sounded in her head, letting her know that the drones had completed their analysis of the creature. Letting him go with a slightly reluctant pang that didn’t register on her face, Mercury shook her head with amusement and wandered over to her captive, conjuring a tablet to see the readings. “Now that’s neat. Take a look at this.” Presuming he joined her, she’d show him the screen which had mapped out a diagram of the beast’s body and structural make up. “It’s basically some kind of molten fire creature with stone armor. Dense stone armor. We could pound those things all day long and barely make a dent in it. I’m not really reading any real life signatures from it. It’s animated but not intelligent, like a golem.”

    Scrolling through the data, she frowned with interest at something else. “There’s something powering it in its center, though. See how intense the energy readings are at its core? I wonder if I could--” Stopping midword as her internal radars picked up an alarm, Mercury turned and looked back at the supposed corpses of the ones they had already destroyed. They weren’t moving, but her scanners were picking up increased energy from them. “Are those things coming back to life?” Her answer came in the form of the creatures beginning to stir and drag their way back to their feet, fixing their fiery eye pits on the pair with renewed intent of violence.

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    All Vandrad had really done was knock the creature back down, though that certainly wasn’t his intent. Most things he punched and kicked nowadays tended to break easily, his strength amplified far greater than it had been before. He had simply assumed that his attack would have broken the creature so well that its landing on the lower platform would cause it to crumble to pieces. But fortunately for the spirit of combat inside of him, he’d barely made a dent within the creature’s tough stony exterior. It bounced across the rock platform twice before coming to a stop, slowly pushing itself back to its feet while its brethren started their slow march towards the two invading humans.

    Mercury took a moment to bring forth some of her drones, materializing them out of the thin air. The devices spread around the area, a few of them heading up towards the ceiling, others flying towards the massive statue in the distance and even a select number floating down to the lower platform to analyze the creatures from a safe distance. She joined him at the edge of their platform, grinning as she looked down upon the monsters stomping their way towards them. Amusingly she joked about the group as a welcoming committee for their intrusion upon their lands, earning her a deeper smirk from the prince. "Hardly what I’d call a welcoming committee. They must have missed the memo about an ace from Silver Wolf and a Bellum prince coming down to Hell to join them. There’s no red carpet or anything.” The creatures were probably lacking intelligence enough to understand the mocking that was aimed at them, as none of them hastened their approach in offense. Still, it didn’t make their banter any less enjoyable. Having someone to bounce off his sarcastic, arrogant comments off of had become something of a novelty, evolving his comments beyond where they had been before.

    Mercury decided, after a moment of consideration, that she wanted to catch one of the stone creatures. "Alright but I’m not walking or feeding it. If you want a demon stone monster, he’s your responsibility,” he said while chuckling, crossing his arms over his chest. He watched with great humor as the Silver Wolf mage brought forth several drones and sent them down to her target monster, the rocky beast completely focused on them and not the devices surrounding it. It was a foolish move, as a moment later it found itself suspended in an energy field, lifting from the ground and held in an anti-gravity bubble that allowed it to make noise but not prevent its sudden prevalence to floating. Mercury requested its silence, as its drones zapped the creature several times until it was limp and removed from its wits.

    With her specimen captured, there was no need to let the other creatures remain standing. Before the first few could even make it to a place where they could start climbing up, Vandrad dropped down towards them, his aura glowing brighter as he descended. When his boots touched the ground, a pulse of magic erupted from the impact, knocking back several of the creatures. He leapt towards the closest one, his fist opening up as he planted his hand against its skull-like face, fingers clenching the stone tight. Magical energy surged out through the digits into the fiery core below and squelched the flames with his own crimson energy. The rocks started to fall apart as Vandrad yanked the stone mask free, spinning around to send it flying like a disc at one of the creatures coming at him. It easily removed that monster’s own ‘head’, causing its body to topple backwards and crumble as the flaming core mellowed down.

    It didn’t take long to thin the herd down to nothing. Through Mercury’s spot on shots with Mercy and Vandrad’s own magical attacks, the monsters were soon reduced to nothing but broken stones and fizzled flames. As Vandrad burst through the chest of the last creature, tearing it apart from the force, he took a moment to look around and observe the carnage. It was certainly missing the blood and gore of a normal battle but the scattered fragments of rock and coarse metal was enough of a devastating result. His empowerment faded away as he walked back over to Mercury, rolling his shoulder. "Hardly a warm up. You and I go harder than that before you’re even fully awake,” he said as he absent-mindedly kicked the stone of a fallen creature, unimpressed.

    With that finished, Mercury set upon her next goal -- analyzing the buffers he had made. She gestured for him to present a hand and he did so without a pause, opening his hand fully so she could look over the entirety of the magical projection. She took a moment to study it before she admitted how impressed she was, stating that for the severe lack of years on his efforts, he had made devices that were quite adequate. She asked him how long he had been keeping his pastime from her, the Prince smirking slightly. "A few weeks at max. I started my studies two weeks after we returned from Bellum and then began experimenting several weeks after that. The only reason I ‘hid’ it from you was to surprise you with how far along I had come.” It was a genuine, compassionate answer, despite the smugness in both his tone and on his face. Hearing that she was impressed had resolved a lot of his underlying worries and had made his heart beat just a little bit stronger.

    She admitted that, beyond killing, she was actually quite adept at construction and engineering. She explained that if he had stated his interest, she would have been happy to help him learn, even if she didn’t profess to be much of a teacher herself. "Well, as you stated, these aren’t ‘half bad’ which means there is room for improvement. I have barely dipped my toes into the realm of magical engineering and a lot of what I designed was based on what I’d researched. So I would hardly disagree with getting some further education from someone as ‘decent’ as yourself. That is, if you’re willing to spend a few more hours in Magnolia after training and piano lessons.” It hadn’t been a ruse to try and get her to spend more time with him -- that much was certain. But if one of the results from his efforts was that she opted to stay at Fairy Tail, with him, longer on the days she visited, he would hardly complain. After all, it was only for the betterment of his pastime.

    A moment later, her drones alerted her to their results. She withdrew her hand from his, as much as he was hoping she’d let it remain, and walked over to the hanging monster as she summoned her tablet. She called him over to see the results, the Prince obliging to follow and move to her side. She explained the findings, which were hardly suspect at this point. The creature was of a molten fire nature, with the rocky carapace acting as a very dense stone armor. She mused at the fact that they could probably try to break the armor for long periods of time and never even crack it, a thought that he almost took as a challenge. The interesting fact was that the creatures, while existing as moving, animated beasts, didn’t register as alive. They were more like golems; forged from someone or something else’s magic. Mercury focused her attention on the information, finding something peculiar in it. She spoke up about some kind of power core within the creature, pointing out the readings from the center of the fallen beasts…

    Except, it seemed that stating them as ‘fallen’ was a bit premature. The Silver Wolf mage stopped mid sentence and turned, prompting him to turn as well. The rocks were already starting to pull back together, the flames once more igniting and starting to grow in strength. She asked if they were reviving and Vandrad scoffed, looking almost impressed. "Well now. It looks like they were tougher than we thought,” he said with a smirk, as magical energy once more pooled over his hand. He twisted and unleashed a straight beam of power right into the closest core, disintegrating the flame within his magical attack. The rocks that had been sifting ever closer immediately stopped moving, losing their sentience.

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    Mercury grinned at him as he commented that if she wanted to catch one of the golems, taking care of it would be her responsibility and he wasn’t going to help with it. “Thanks, dad,” she quipped back before capturing the thing. The two of them blasted through the remaining group with ease and as she set to scanning the thing, Mercury took the time to look over Vandrad’s new tech. He offered his hand without argument, smirking in pleasure at her praise over the items. Vandrad explained that he hadn’t really been working on the devices for too long, having only just started reading and researching into the subject a couple weeks after they’d returned from Bellum, and only getting in some practical application a number of weeks following said research. Apparently, his intent had been to surprise her with his progress in the field.

    It was a smug comment, but not one lacking in its sincerity. Oddly, it sent a feeling of warmth through her to know that he’d taken actions with the specific desire to give her a pleasant surprise. Mercury held his hand a little bit longer than she probably needed to, continuing to look the device over and smirk up at him as he explained that, while he’d certainly come quite a good way on his own, there was clearly much more he could stand to learn. He understood that he had only dabbled with the tip of the iceberg, so some lessons from her would surely send him down a much more enlightened path… Presuming that she was willing to spend even more time with him in Magnolia than she already did between training and piano lessons.

    Green orbs eyed him playfully, as though she were considering turning that statement around into some kind of implication that he was just trying to keep her around more often. Instead, after a moment of thought she told him, “How about this. During the week we continue our schedule as normal, but on the weekends you come up to Silver Wolf and we spend a longer portion of the day going over tech work. A couple hours really isn’t always enough time to get any decent work done in a field this delicate, and frankly Silver Wolf’s facilities are probably better geared toward it than Fairy Tail’s since this is literally what we do for a living. Normally only guild members are allowed in our labs, but since Fairy Tail is an ally I think I can work out a special pass for you… and then you can use all the special, flashy equipment.”

    Mercury grinned up at him, her eyes dancing behind her impish expression as she waited for him to agree to or deny her suggestion, though truthfully she couldn’t think of a reason for him to say no. Besides, she came all the way down to Magnolia almost every day of the week to work with him -- surely he could spare the remaining two days to come up to the Phoenix Mountains instead. “What do you think, killer? Think you can spare the tolerance to put up with me on a full daily basis?”

    Not long after that, her scanners finished their report and the two of them looked over its readings. She probably should have noticed the revival of the creature sooner than she did, but admittedly she’d gotten a little distracted from him standing so close to her. Even in this inferno, Mercury could still feel the heat of his body near her, her nose picking up his unique scent even through the overwhelming smell of brimstone. They both turned to see the golems surging back to life, with Vandrad commenting on the creatures being tougher than they’d originally believed. Unsurprisingly, all that did was excite him. He coated his hand in some of his energy and shot it in a single beam, piercing one of the creatures right through the core that Mercury had been in the middle of pointing out. The golem truly died at that point the flames that made its center extinguishing completely and leaving its stone shell void of animation.

    “Looks like it,” she said with a slight smirk, waving her tech away and rearming herself with Mercy once more. They went through the creatures again, this time taking special care to do more than simply render them unconscious, aiming toward their fiery cores and obliterating them from the inside. In truth, the second round of combat with them didn’t take that much more time or effort than the first round, except this time they were more certain that the end result was the creatures actually being dead. Or well, as dead as a golem could get when it was never really alive in the first place.

    As they got ready to move on, Mercury pulled her tablet back and picked up the readings that her initial drones were giving back to her. By now, they had formed a near complete digitized blueprint of the greater shape of the cavern they were in, and were starting to map out the man made structure before them on the other side of the bridge. The readings included shapes of the various rooms within what was quickly appearing to be some kind of keep, as well as the locations of other pinpoints of intense heat that they could likely be sure were more golem creatures. “Looks like we have some more fun ahead,” she told him with a smirk.

    She was about to ask him where he wanted to go once they got through the entryway into the makeshift building when something else caught her interest. Toward the far end of the keep, her drones were picking up a much larger heat signature that was running numbers more intense than the temperatures of the golems littered throughout the place. “Ooooh,” Mercury cooed with interest. “Hey, I’ll bet that’s where we’ll find whatever is in charge of this place. Or maybe whatever it is these things are all guarding and protecting. Could be whatever fuels them with life, or maybe they’re trying to keep something in.” That would be exciting, if this artifact had been meant to be the only means of transportation into a place where something dark and dangerous was being held prisoner -- just the kind of adventure that the two of them would be interested in.

    They reached the opening in the wall after only a short walk across the bridge, the stony wall reaching so far above their heads that it hurt her neck to look up at. Without wasting any time in wonder, they passed into the rough tunnel that led beyond, following it for several dozen feet until it opened up into a large entry foyer of some kind. There was only one door ahead, but it was flanked on either side by two stone statues that were skeletal in structure, their shape akin to demonic and dire looking bones. Mercury was about to make a joking bet about the chances of the statues coming to life and attacking them when sure enough a fiery core burst into existence in both of them, fire consuming their bodies as their inflamed eyes turned to stare at the intruders.

    “Uh oh, I think we made them mad.” Aiming Mercy’s sights on the core, she didn’t get the chance to fire before she realized something was vastly different about these golems than the last ones. The heat in the already burning room picked up intensely, and so did the light coming from one of the golem’s bodies. Mercury’s eyes widened a hair in surprise before her instincts sensed the danger and kicked her into overdrive. She threw herself out of the way just in time as the golem unleashed a powerful beam of fire from its belly, scorching the wall behind where she’d just been standing. While she was fairly certain she would have survived the attack, it surely wouldn’t have felt good. “At least take me to dinner first,” she told the thing as she straightened herself and squared up to it, getting ready for what was sure to be a bit more of a fight than the last golems.

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos on 20th May 2020, 7:21 pm

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    Vandrad decided to put forth a suggestion, a possible rectification to their current on-going schedule that they had established since returning from Bellum. On the surface, it certainly wasn’t an attempt to try and siphon off more of her time to be spent with him but deep below, it definitely was intended that way. After all, having the opportunity to learn from someone far more experienced in technology wasn’t something he was going to turn down, especially if it was Mercury. She took a moment to consider the option, her eyes meeting his with a spirited light, the Prince waiting for her to take the time to tease him. But it never came and after processing her own thoughts, she spoke up with a counteroffer. She suggested that instead of her staying in Magnolia longer on the days she did visit, he could come up to Silver Wolf on the weekends. That way they could spend an indefinite amount of time going over the tech work and they would be working in facilities that were better fitted for the lessons. It meant that she would have to check and see if he could be allowed into the special areas of Silver Wolf but she was confident that, given their guilds being allies, it wouldn’t be a problem.

    It was a good counter offer, one he hadn’t thought to suggest as he didn’t want to take advantage of Silver Wolf’s hospitality. Since he had already made quite the stunning impression on one of their other mages, he didn’t seem to presume that his reputation would hold very much weight. But if she was willing to speak on his behalf and grant him the opportunity to use their facilities fully, with Mercury there, he wouldn’t turn it down. That was nothing to say that spending a longer period of time with her wasn’t beneficial either -- though he was quick to stamp that back down and hard. But what it meant was that they would be spending everyday together, for some amount of time with no days off. Granted, she would probably demand that their technical lessons be moved back in the day so she could sleep in but still. She smiled up at him, asking his thoughts on the matter. He scoffed softly, a weak attempt to hide his own smirk. "Well it certainly isn’t a challenge I was expecting… but I’m not one to back down from opposition. I suppose we can test it out and see how it goes.”

    They had been so distracted by the findings on the creature before them that they weren’t aware of the rest of its brethren already starting to burn back to life. It seemed that simply tearing apart the magical connectors in their bodies wasn’t enough to end them for good -- destroying the core was the only means to putting them down permanently. Vandrad tested this theory as he unleashed a blast of concentrated magic, atomizing  the core of the closest creature. As its rocky form tumbled back down to the ground uselessly, it seemed they had their answer. The second time around was much more methodical and swift, the two of them working to simply destroy the cores without wasting time fighting the creatures as they reanimated. Soon enough the piles of rocks that had once been golems littered the ground, empty of their magical essence.

    As his Empowerment faded from his form once more, Mercury summoned her tablet back and looked through the readings her drones had sent back. Vandrad took a moment to check his gear, running a quick diagnostic on the power levels of the arm bands. There were some minor fluctuations that were out of range but that was to be expected with a test run that was so demanding. It would certainly require a tune up of the power converters and he made a mental note to fix that upon returning to Magnolia. The Silver Wolf mage spoke up, remarking that they had other enemies waiting for them. "I would hope so. Whoever or whatever built that massive statue clearly is inviting a challenge,” he said, pointing to the monolith in the distance. "I would hate to leave them disappointed.”

    And it seemed her drones had confirmed just that. A moment later, her tablet took in some readings of an intense heat signature, far superior to the ones of the creatures they had slain. She remarked on it, explaining the source of the heat was clearly dwelling within the carved out cliffside. She mused over the possibilities; whether these creatures were guards for something inside the statue or perhaps guarding against whatever lay in there. "In either case, I imagine it’s stronger than these mindless vessels.” Vandrad cast a glance at the creatures once more before he followed after her, heading in the direction of the monolith.

    It wasn’t a terribly long walk to get to the bridge, the magnificent structure showcasing more intricate design as they got closer. There was no gate present in the gaping hole in the cliffside, which meant that the original sculptors were going for more presentability than practicality. If they were truly trying to keep something inside, then they would have enforced each entrypoint with barriers. They walked through the cave mouth, taking a moment to scan their eyes upwards at the massive statue that made up the door. Standing just below it did quite the number on the neck, even the Prince impressed at how tall they had made the structure. As they passed into the tunnel that followed, their footsteps echoing down the long, rocky path. Soon enough they were upon an absolutely gigantic foyer of some sort, having been carved out more than the tunnel prior. It felt more like a grand hall or perhaps a coliseum pit, with how much space there was all around. There was but a single door in the room on the opposing wall but it was guarded by two titanic skeletal statues on either side.

    It was obviously a trap and the moment they came within a certain proximity, the two statues surged to life, their fiery cores flashing bright and spending flames and magma through their bones. Mercury remarked about them being mad, already lifting her weapon to fire at one before it got a chance to attack. But she paused as the entirety of the room started to… boil. The ground beneath their feet was practically melting around them, the solid stone starting to liquify. One of the golems was already charging an attack and a moment later, the sensation of inevitable doom hit both of them at once. Instinctively Vandrad threw himself opposite of the Silver Wolf mage, just as a beam of searing flames shot through the space they had just occupied. The Prince rolled over himself and popped into a squat as he looked back at where the attack had hit, seeing a deep, melted hole in the stone wall. Even if they had managed to survive that attack, they wouldn’t be in good condition to fight and a follow up attack would have most likely ended them.

    "What? He’s just trying to get inside you quicker than most,” Vandrad quipped as Empowerment once more washed over him, his aura as bright as the flames they were facing down. The secondary statue set its gaze on him, the crimson energy dispersal attracting its attention seemingly. Its chest puffed out slightly and a ball of flame and magma started to swirl together right before its bony rib cage, quickly gaining size as more fire pooled into it. Vandrad launched himself at the creature, flying high up towards the cave’s ceiling, in an attempt to force its focus to follow him rather than on the building attack. The Prince’s hand unfolded itself, bright blue magic formed into a ball over his palm as he took aim and sent a beam of energy down at the statue. But before Vandrad’s attack could hit, the Nova ball unleashed itself, shooting upwards and towards him. His beam of magic was nothing in comparison to the massive orb, crashing against its surface and losing traction quickly as the globe soared towards Vandrad.

    The Prince had no choice but to cut off his own concentration and throw his hands out, magic pooling over the limbs to form a shield. The ball of flame and lava crashed into him, the heat of it nearly unbearable even in spite of the magical film over his body. He grunted as it pushed him back, its strength outmatching his own. His back touched upon the solid, rocky ceiling, the attack against his hands pressing him tight against the surface and practically through it. He growled, the sound lost against the unbridled fury of the fire that started to overwhelm his limbs and swallow them into the inferno. He reached deep within, searching for something, anything, that would grant him just a bit more power to knock the attack away. But as he did so, he felt something… a connection. The magical attack that was trying to overwhelm him was using ethernano that he could sense. Not only did he sense it but he felt it within himself, as if it was something created from his own magic. His hands flexed within the swirling mass of fiery magic and then reached out, taking hold of the flames and squeezing them. The ball began to pulse, losing its natural color and starting to morph into something different. The flames sputtered and then mutated into a purple hue, the core losing its bright white light and becoming a soft pink.

    Soon enough, the Nova had changed its colors completely. It was also under Vandrad’s control and with a roar, he pushed it back the way it had come. As it expelled itself from his arms, the Prince caught a quick glimpse of his hands, coated in billowing purple flames before the energy disappeared. Down below, the statue could only stare up as its own attack, turned against it, came crashing through its torso, vaporizing the skeletal cage that held its limbs together. The arms and legs fell to the ground, like gigantic boulders tumbling from a rock slide. Its head came crashing down as well, shattering to thousands of bony pieces upon the ground, all light within its form completely gone.







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    “Okay, well sometimes a lady likes to be wooed a little before letting a guy nut on them,” Mercury quipped back, smirking despite the rather serious circumstances. These giant creatures were not going to be easy to take down, even knowing their weakness. The core readings she was getting from them were much larger than the previous golems, understandably, and it was going to take a lot more power to fry them. The thing was emitting a heat so intense Mercury was honestly shocked her clothing hadn’t caught fire yet.

    While Vandrad took to the air to fight the golem that had gone after him, Mercury kept to the ground for now. The last thing they needed was for either of them to accidentally get caught in a blast or attack from the other’s fight by accident, so she thought it best to stay low while he worked the high ground. Mercury started blasting at the golem’s core with Mercy. She knew the weapon’s base attacks wouldn’t be enough to defeat him, but it would help her get an idea of how much energy she would need to do so. As the plasma slammed into the creature’s body and was absorbed, Mercury read the minor fluctuations in the golem’s power readings to gauge how the core reacted.

    As her computerized brain quickly did the math on how much more of a power output she would need to destroy it, the golem lifted an arm toward her as more than enough of a show that it was about to send another attack her way. Mercury started sprinting across the vast room at a breakneck pace as soon as the flames jettisoned out of the golem’s raised palm and spewed along the ground behind her. When she ran out of space to run forward, she used her cleat spell to run up the side of the nearest wall and kick herself over the top of the fiery beam, just narrowly arching her back over it and flipping in the air to fall on the other side. Hover discs from her magic preceded her descent, giving her temporary stepping stones for her to slow her fall and land gracefully on her feet back on the hot ground.

    With a flick of her wrist, she growled and summoned a massive golem of her own. A runic circle opened up in the air far above her head and a cybernetic kaiju as tall as her target dropped from it. It was robotic in nature, covered from head to toe in plates of dark metal like armor, with veins of purple light surging along its limbs to its eyes, and coalescing into a bright violet core at the center of its chest. The room shook as it slammed onto the ground feet first in a slight crouch before straightening up and staring the golem down.

    Mercury shoved Mercy back in its holster and took a fighting stance, the robot kaiju mimicking her movements. The golem had only a moment to recover from its previous blast attack and process the presence of a new enemy the same size as itself before the kaiju was upon it, body slamming the infernoed creature and wrestling with it for dominance. The metal of her drone’s body began to turn red hot from the direct exposure to the golem’s molten form, but somehow it managed not to warp or melt. Mercury was vaguely aware of Vandrad’s own struggle against the other golem, her heart racing as it shot a beam of searing hot fire and lava directly at him and up toward the ceiling. But, as during the last time she’d pulled out a drone of this scale during their fight with the sea serpent, Mercury couldn’t afford to take her eyes off her own battle for even a second, particularly as the kaiju was being controlled by her own movements -- though she was at least idly aware of the color change in the atmosphere as the flames of Vandrad’s golem began to change into a darker hue.

    Gritting her teeth, she dug her heels into the ground as the golem fought back, trying to free its arms from her. Digging deep into her martial training, she struggled with the creature until she was able to find enough leverage to trip the thing onto the ground on its back. Without giving it enough time to get its bearings and recover, Mercury lifted a foot. The kaiju followed suit, stomping down on the creature’s sternum hard. The bone line stones that covered its body easily broke under the weight of the robot’s foot until it was able to crush the core, stamping it out of existence in a single step.

    Once the light was extinguished and she knew the thing was dead, Mercury quickly turned to check on Vandrad, ready to assist with his own fight through the use of her colossal sized drone. Unsurprisingly, he’d already managed to defeat it moments before, the second golem’s lifeless stone corpse crumpled to the ground in a heap. Only then did the Silver Wolf ace finally relax, easing up her stance and releasing her active control over the drone. It stood still in an idle rest, awaiting her next directions, as she wiped a bit of sweat from her brow. “You know,” she told Vandrad, her voice a little tired but otherwise in her normal cheerful spirit. “After this, I think I might just go sleep out in the snow tonight.”

    The heat was just awful. At least the wintery mountains around Silver Wolf didn’t leave her feeling sticky and gross. She looked down at herself and grimaced, a face Vandrad would have long since learned to recognize from the female mage, who utterly detested feeling dirty and grimy. The honest truth was that Mercury was quite vain about her hygiene. Already, she was thinking about going back through the portal to her room and taking a shower before continuing on. That would be a fruitless endeavor, however, as she would surely get just as sweaty and nasty upon returning. Her nose wrinkled in irritation as she pulled a clean cloth from her pocket, usually more for grease than sweat, and used it to wipe her face down a little better.

    Rather than summon a small swarm of her smaller drones to perform the task, she connected herself once more to the kaiju and guided his arm to stretch toward the fallen stone warriors. A cone shaped laser in a green color shot from its palm and slid along the corpses, scanning them from head to toe and forwarding the readings to Mercury. She couldn’t catch a live one of these, unfortunately. Even if it had been possible to capture it successfully, there was no way it would fit through the portal into her room, or really anywhere inside the guild hall. However, that didn’t mean that she couldn’t learn anything from its remnants that could be used for experiments of a much smaller scale.

    As the kaiju did its thing, Mercury couldn’t stop herself from flicking a glance over toward the prince, giving him a quick appraisal. He was up and standing, and didn’t appear to be too terribly wounded, but sometimes there was more than the naked eye could see from the surface. Or well, a human naked eye. Hers was actually quite capable of reading his life signs and body temperatures and stuff to make sure he wasn’t hiding any more serious injuries, whether willingly or not. He and his equipment both seemed fine, though his gear was certainly under a bit of strain from the rather stressful test run he was putting everything through. Her gaze lingered on him a moment or two longer than she’d meant it to before she put her focus back on the kaiju and the scans it was sending her.

    “My pups are gonna get quite the kick out of all this data,” she mused out loud, a slight smirk on her face as she took a quick glance through the information on her tablet. “I have a feeling the next time you make the trip up to Silver Wolf, the hall is probably going to be guarded by a bunch of golems of various elements. They can get a little crazy in the development field.” Chuckling, she minimized the screen and brought back the blueprint that her other drones had steadily been building since they got there. Mercury showed it to him. “Looks like they’ve just about mapped out the whole place. There’s a couple different routes to that big heat signature. Which do you want to take?”

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos on 21st May 2020, 7:58 pm

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    What the hell was that?

    Vandrad had been in a lot of tight places over his years -- several of them brought on by his own arrogance and own choices. He was strong but there had been several times he’d been reminded that his brute strength wasn’t superior to everything. It had been a hard pill to swallow but over time, he’d managed to work up an understanding of it, if only so he could find a way to better improve himself and rise above the gaps in his power. The more he explored, the more he found other beings that could summon up great bouts of superior resilience against him. There was very little doubt in his mind that a thirty foot tall skeleton probably had quite the impressive amount of magic within its core. Yet he hadn’t stopped to imagine that it would amass so much ethernano so quickly and into such a formidable orb of destructive magic. That’s why he’d been surprised when it started to push him back, quite literally pressing him against the wall and threatening to crush him. Either that or it would vaporize him completely.

    But once more, something deep inside had awoken and showed him a different method. All at once, the devastating attack pressing against his hands -- swallowing his arms completely -- had felt similar to his own magic. He could feel the waves of ethernano within it, surging in a volatile mix of fiery atoms. Though it had not been born from his own form, it felt as close to Energy Monarch as anything could. His fingers had reached into the flames and had felt comfortable, the burning sensation fading away as he squeezed his hands shut and took a grip of the attack’s core. At once his body opened a pathway to the center and his own magic injected itself into the orb, infecting it, taking it over. Soon the fire that had once threatened to melt him to ash had changed its hue and it was no more dangerous to him than it was to its original creator before. Yet now, with its anatomy changed, the massive skeleton found itself the unwitting target of the returning globe. It mustn’t have noticed the change or it simply wasn’t quick enough to move. Either way, its torso was shredded to dust and its limbs and head crumbled to the floor in a broken, jarred heap.

    The flames that had just manipulated had clung to his hands momentarily before they faded away. But the Prince was unwilling to just let that phenomenon disappear as quickly as it had come. Before the sensation could completely fade away, he took hold of it, even as his body floated back down towards the ground. Smoke started to billow gently from his hands, as if his technology was starting to overheat from the stress. A moment later and a dull purple ember flared to life on either limb, clinging to his forearms and hands for sustenance. It didn’t burn -- no, it didn’t even really feel that hot. As his feet touched the ground, he swore he could almost feel his skin changing along with the flames, becoming something more ethereal than flesh.

    Mercury spoke up, catching his attention. Splitting his focus between maintaining the flames and her words, he listened as she complained about the intense heat of the room. Indeed, even without the massive statues heating the place with their molten cores, the cavern still felt substantially warmer than when they had entered. The ground was still weak from the heat -- not quite molten but certainly heated enough that an uncushioned piece of flesh could suffer quite the burn. The Silver Wolf mage joked about sleeping in the snow that night, if only to cool herself down. He looked back at his hands, still coated in the flames and then past them, to the floor below. Slowly he got down on one knee and pressed a single hand against the ground, the gloves protecting him from the dreadful warmth of the stone. But even through them, he reached out and felt the molten rock beneath, the heated magic that still streaked through the stones of the room. Despite the skeletons being defeated, their essences were still present in the chamber, if only to keep it heated. That same energy was what he had tapped into, when his hands had been swallowed up in the orb. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, opening his mind to the magic once more and connecting it to his own.

    All of a sudden, the heat in the room began to settle. The magic that had been running through the entirety of the room dissipated, the glow dissolving down to a dull illumination before it was gone completely. It was still humid, as the stone all around them was still heated to a point, but it didn’t feel like they were in a warming oven anymore. As he pulled back his hand from the ground, the flames on his limbs fizzled out, leaving him once more in his natural state. He flexed his hand as he rose to his feet, looking as stunned as he felt, dropping the neutral facade he boasted most of the time. Was this a part of the strangeness that was inside of him? He’d felt it first when they were in Bellum, when he had inadvertently overpowered Dudley during their strength faceoff. Then when Magnus had taken on that angel form, something vile and angry had forced itself out of him, his magic warping and taking on a new form he’d never experienced before. Was this odd occurrence somehow linked to that?

    He imagined it did. But unfortunately, testing such possibilities wasn’t viable at the moment -- not while they were in this strange place. He placed his thoughts away for the moment and looked up at Mercury briefly, meeting her eyes in unsureness for only a moment before they hardened once more with his natural resolve. "So you’re summoning giant robotic mechs now, I see,” he said, very quickly turning the attention on the machine that was currently analyzing the remains of their fallen enemies. "It seems your magic is growing exponentially. I’m impressed.” Better to focus on that than his own strange happening. She had mentioned that her guild would most likely have adapted the golem magic by the time he returned to Silver Wolf beyond that day, earning her an amused snort. "Nothing wrong with having a little extra defense, especially the kind that can’t be shorted out.” There were most likely other ways to dispel golems beyond just vaporizing them but that was neither here nor there.

    She turned the tablet to him, explaining that they had a number of different paths to get to the bigger heat signature, inquiring to which one he preferred. He took a moment to look the routes over, studying them carefully with the gaze that only a strategist could have. "I suggest a two-pronged strategy,” he explained, reaching out to press his finger against the map and trail the more direct tunnel. "You should have your drones move up this path -- the one that leads directly to the signature -- and make a lot of noise. I trust since they are part of your magic that you can implement them with audio? If so, have them imitate the two of us heading up this tunnel to draw whatever may be waiting towards them. Meanwhile, the two of us will come around this path,” he pointed to an alternate, albeit longer route around the main room that entered from the opposite side. "I know it’s not the most direct but it gives us the advantage in scouting out what we’re up against. That way we can formulate a more substantial plan. Thoughts?”







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    Post by Mercury Arseneault on 21st May 2020, 10:52 pm

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    Well, he looked… far more pensive than usual.

    He had a strange violet fire engulfing his hands still, looking at the limbs like they were some kind of puzzle to be deciphered. Mercury watched curiously as he knelt down to the floor and placed a gloved hand upon the scorching surface. Her brows furrowed softly as she observed. While she couldn’t necessarily sense magic the same way other mages could, she still knew Vandrad well enough at this point to recognize that he was doing something more than just thinking. And sure enough, a moment later the severe heat in the room suddenly began to cool down quite a bit, with the fiery essence that fueled the place settling down into a ember, and then to nothing at all. The temperature had dropped dramatically, and while Mercury was grateful for that she was also confused as to what he’d done.

    Was there ethernano in their magic he could connect with? It was the only explanation that made sense to her, but why then did he look so unsure of what was happening? In fact, for once there was no mask at all on his face, his true emotions bold upon his visage. The odd mannerisms had been more than enough to catch and hold her attention past the original length of time she’d planned on actually observing him, and after a moment of self contemplation he looked up and met her eyes with an unease that was not like him at all. And then in a blink, his expression returned to his more normal neutral look.

    Before she could get the chance to say anything, he commented on her kaiju and the lengths to which her magic had clearly been growing. Mercury smirked a little wryly, though her concern over his behavior a moment ago hadn’t quite left her eyes. “Yeah, Jadus has been really working me overtime lately. Apparently, my magic has evolved into something that even he isn’t quite sure what it is anymore. So he’s been pushing me like crazy during our sessions trying to stress test the energy, and it’s yielded some… unexpected results.” She realized then that she hadn’t exactly taken the chance to explain those changes to Vandrad. He’d probably been pretty confused by her channeling both mundane and holy electricity earlier, though he hadn’t exactly asked about it. Then again, Vandrad rarely pushed her for information, even if he had taken steps to try and get to know her better ever since Bellum. She nodded to the kaiju. “This guy was more of a split second reactionary creation just now. Honestly I’ve never made anything this big before, but apparently I can do it if I try.”

    The prince snorted at her comment about the rest of the Scholars at Silver Wolf taking the data she was collecting and using it to make more golems of their own design and nature. He was right, of course -- one could never have too many preparations and protections in place, though Silver Wolf was hardly ever on anyone’s radar. Out of the three main independent guilds, they were the least scrutinized by the Council and the Rune Knights given that their aims were almost purely academic in nature. And even then, it was impossible for anyone with ill intentions toward the guild to find their location due to the magic that permeated the mountain and their pact with the wolves, which was a closely guarded secret. Honestly, any golems that were made would probably be put more in serving tasks in the restaurant and spas, an image which greatly amused her.

    But it was time to move along as neither of them necessarily wanted to stay any longer than they had to in this literal hell hole. She pulled up the layout for him and inquired his opinion. Vandrad studied the map for a moment with a keen eye and suggested an indirect approach to have Mercury send a couple of her droids down the quickest path and drawing attention while they came in from another, less expected angle. “Wow, you’re going with the sneaky route?” she asked him with a mildly teasing smirk. “That’s new. Sounds like fun to me, though. As for a distraction…”

    Her expression took on a look that was caught partway between mischievous and musing. Handing him the tablet for a moment, Mercury cracked her knuckles and held up her hands, wiggling her fingers a bit to flex them for some seriously detailed tech work. Two runic circles in a faint yellow light appeared on the ground before her. Over each of them, a pair of feet began to materialize from the soles up to the ankles and then beyond. The end results would be apparent before they were done, as the clothing was a dead giveaway, but it didn’t take away from the impact of the spell’s completion. By the time it was done, there were two cybernetic lookalikes of them standing before them, both carrying themselves with the same smug and playful expressions that she and Vandrad typically carried.

    Oddly, they looked rather convincingly made of flesh despite the fact that they were fully synthetic in nature. Mercury had decided to chance using some of the more organic metals of her own body to make the clone droids more convincing, another nature of her magic that she hadn’t mentioned to him yet for obvious reasons, but the intent of his strategy was reasonable enough and if she was going to provide a distraction she wanted it to be a believable one. “How’s that?” she asked him with a devious grin, knowing that the realistic results would probably surprise even him, given how they weren’t as stereotypically cybernetic in appearance. “They’re programmed with enough commands to get into the room and hold a decent, if basic, conversation without needing my direct control. They can even use some minimal powers and abilities, though obviously since I can’t recreate your magic they’re limited to the types of energy I can harness.”

    “We’re also anatomically correct,” the Vandrad clone stated in a smug tone that matched Vandrad’s perfectly.

    The comment elicited an impish grin from both Mercurys, with the original looking up at the real prince with a look of self satisfaction. “He’s not wrong.” Assuming they were satisfactory, Mercury waved them away and the pair ambled toward the door that lead forward. She took a moment to drape one of her arms on his nearest shoulder, draping herself on him casually like she was wont to do from time to time, and pointing at the Vandrad look alike as it walked away. “And that is what earned you the Vandaddy nickname, by the way,” she told him playfully, pointing at the taught ass of the clone that left very little to the imagination through the spandex like material of the body suit he wore underneath his armor. As if to emphasize her point, she reached out and wiggled her fingers briefly and the last thing they saw before the dopplegangers disappeared through the door was the Mercury clone lightly slapping the Vandrad clone’s ass.

    Giggling to herself, she plucked her tablet back and opened it up to the connection from the clones, setting up the screens so they could see what was in their vision and hear the audio of their idle chatter. “Ready when you are, killer.”

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos on 22nd May 2020, 2:15 pm

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    Vandrad had no intention of dwelling on the phenomenon that was occurring within him, wanting to simply move along with their exploration and discover what lay in the heart of this stone fortress. His abrupt changing of the subject to focus on her conveyed as much, turning his gaze to the literal mechanical monster that was towering above them just a few yards off. She admitted that Jadus, the demon that had granted her her magic in the first place, had been pushing her harder than normal. It seemed her magic had evolved beyond the God Slayer tag, having become something more superior than that. Apparently the demon couldn’t even identify it any longer so as a result, he had been putting her through trials to test her new capabilities. She addressed the kaiju in the room, explaining that he had been more of an instinctual reaction to the dangerous statues, a first for her.

    She wasn’t the first person to be experiencing magical changes. Vandrad himself had been going through something as well, though he had no identifier to clarify anything for him. Even Magnus, his mentee, had found his own magic surging into new directions that he never expected. How strange that so many people were going through magical evolution at the same time… yet, he doubted there was any kind of formative pattern there. Based on the research he had done about magic, he knew that hundreds of people explained situations such as this at the same time across the globe. It was just a lucky circumstance that three people within his life, including himself, were experiencing it in such close proximity. But whereas his mentee and partner had been making grand strides to master control over their new, evolving magic, Vandrad didn’t even know where to start.

    He hid his frustrations for the moment, focusing more on the next steps in their plan. She presented him with several different routes to the main heat source within the caverns and he, in turn, offered a possible strategy. Keeping the attention on one path, the two of them would come around the back and survey the field, giving themselves ample time to scan and analyze what they were up against. She remarked about it being the ‘sneaky route’, which earned a raising of his brow at the assumption. "I still have every intention of going in without pause -- I simply wish to test a new strategy for our teamwork. As much as I enjoy a good fight, there are plenty of situations where subtly is the prime directive. Consider it a trial run of our flexibility,” he said, flashing her a brief smirk.

    His suggestion to use the drones seemed viable but rather than go that direction, she apparently had another idea. He watched curiously as an impish look crossed her face, a clear indication that something wicked was about to sprout up. As he took her offered tablet, she took a moment to dramatically stretch her hands before she summoned two glowing rune-based circles in front of her. She focused on her spell and as she did, feet began to materialize on top of the glowing rings, building themselves out of nothingness. The feet were soon attached to legs, then hips that completed a lower body, followed by a torso with two limbs and a head. By the time she had finished the spell, she had successfully created two doppelgangers of each of them, exact mirror images of the wizards down to the finest detail. Well that was new -- shockingly new.

    "Well you’ve certainly been working on your imitation abilities,” the Prince remarked as he walked up to his clone, looking him over carefully. His scanner indicated that the doppelganger was, in fact, synthetic but one would be hard pressed to prove that. It looked marvelously like him and as he looked over at the clone of Mercury, it was as if they had used some kind of mirage magic on themselves. She explained that they were programmed with basic commands -- enough to hold a conversation convincingly enough like the two of them would. They were even equipped with some base magical abilities, though they could only utilize whatever she could, as she couldn’t simply recreate his magic. "Oh, can’t just appear out of nowhere and incredibly have the same magic as me? I guess that’s one point to Patricia,” he said with his own smirk.

    It nearly perfectly matched the one that his clone showed only a second later, remarking about the precise details of his anatomical accuracy. That was an odd thing to remark about, the original giving his clone a strange look… before it registered what he meant, after he glanced at both Mercury’s. "Congratulations, you’re capable of manifesting a phallus on a puppet. I hope you’re not proud of yourself,” he said with a roll of his eyes, betraying just how amused he was. "You two know your orders. Get to it,” he barked at the two clones, crossing his arms as they turned and headed towards the door. Mercury found it in herself to hang herself about him and direct his attention to his clone’s -- albeit his -- ass as it walked away. She informed him that its shape was the reason that she had given him the repulsive nickname of ‘Vandaddy’ which he had forever doomed himself to be called. He got to watch as Mercury’s clone, influenced by her creator, gave his doppelganger a swift and loving tap on the ass. "You are an incorrigible whore, you know that, right?” he said, glancing idly at her with the barest hint of a smirk. Even he couldn’t deny that the entire scene was amusing.

    Handing her tablet back to her, she set up the device so they could monitor the clones as they went about their way. At her offer, he nodded and led them after the other pair, moving through the door and into the hallway beyond. Yet they peeled off in a different direction than their mimics, following the route he had suggested. His scanner continually fed information to his visor, displaying mineral information about the rocks that made up the path. Interestingly, there was a dramatic shift in the composition of the stones -- they were long cooled volcanic rock. "Whatever is in here, I think it may be the source for these tunnels. I imagine they cooled the lava themselves and sculpted it as it started to fully harden,” he said, gesturing to the swivel marks on the stone.

    "By the way, you’re not creating clones of me and using them for… other reasons, correct?” he asked, the topic practically broaching itself. "You’re not misusing your ability to make me -- even if it isn’t really me -- look like a fool?”







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    Post by Mercury Arseneault on 22nd May 2020, 4:43 pm

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    As usual, her witticisms drew a reaction out of him as she teased him over electing for an indirect route rather than his typical charging in head first and straight forward approach. He informed her that he still planned on striding right into their destination without necessarily stopping to scope or survey the area first, but his desire here was apparently to test what else the two of them were capable of as a team. While he preferred an honest fight, sometimes subtlety was necessary and it was good to practice that together so they could use such tactics more fluidly in the future. He was right, of course.

    But that wasn’t gonna stop her from teasing him when he presented her with easy ammunition.

    “Pretty sure we’ve already had a couple trial runs of our ‘flexibility’,” Mercury told him with a deep smirk, quite unable to help herself. Shortly after that she conjured up the two rather impressive lookalikes of themselves to acquiesce to the prince’s suggestion of a distraction. He was so caught by how realistic the droids were that he walked over to the one that was meant to be him to examine it more closely, commenting on how she’d clearly been working on her imitation talents. “Yes and no. I wouldn’t really say I’ve been working on imitations so much as just working on the details and nuances of the cybernetics that I craft. Really, making anything like this is just about having a good blueprint to follow, which is easy enough -- particularly for you, since we work together so much.”

    He teased her about not being able to craft his mimic to have his own magic, even going so far as to say that Patricia had the upperhand in that scenario. Mercury snorted. “Please. Unlike certain other scientists, I adhere to the concept of originality. Though if you really want me to make him more true to the real deal, I could probably make it happen with a sample of your DNA.” She shot him a wicked grin, entertaining herself with the thought of following him around for the next couple days trying to get a snippet of his hair or pocketing one of his rags at training or something.

    Vandrad 2.0 spoke up at that point about the precise accuracy of its body, and it took the prince a moment to understand what he was getting at, having to look toward both impish Mercurys for it to finally dawn on him. Her grin widened even further as he gave her shit over it, sarcastically congratulating her on her ability to craft a penis though he was clearly entertained by the revelation. Mercury giggled to herself as he shooed the mimics away, and as they made their way out of the room she took the opportunity to admire his own ass with him and enlighten him on what had birthed the origins of his favorite nickname. As Mercury 2.0 swatted at Vandrad 2.0’s ass, the real Vandrad glanced down at her and informed her that she was an incorrigible whore. “It’s part of my charm,” she told him with a wink.

    Soon, they were following the other pair out of the foyer and down the alternate route he suggested they take. The clones chatted idly to one another though Mercury really wasn’t paying much attention to what they were saying so much as what they were seeing, which so far was just a lot of continuous hallways. As the original pair walked in relative silence, Vandrad was scanning the composition of the walls around them. He spoke up with his thoughts that whatever was in the main room was mostly likely the source of the keep’s structure, which appeared to be crafted from cooled volcanic rock. She glanced up to see where he indicated, scanning the stone with her own sensors. “I wouldn’t be surprised,” Mercury affirmed. “Clearly whoever, or whatever, lives here has an affinity for molten manipulation of some variety. Otherwise they’d be insane to live here. We’ve been here maybe fifteen minutes and I’m already thinking about a cold shower and making love to the snow.”

    Speaking of sex, it seemed Vandrad had some inquiries about her ability to conjure very real mimics of himself with her magic. Namely, he wanted to make sure she wasn’t using them for “other reasons” as he so poignantly put it, misusing them to make him look like an idiot even when he wasn’t actually around. “Why? Would you be jealous of yourself?” Mercury shot him an impish smirk before laughing lightly. “Relax, this is the first time I’ve even made one, and I’m not so thirsty -- or desperate -- that I need to make sex dolls to pleasure myself. Besides, making the real you look foolish is far more satisfying.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him suggestively before playfully giving him a light hip check.

    A beat later, an increase in volume and chaos from her tablet caught her attention. “Ooh, I think they got something.” On the screen, from both of the clones’ various perspectives, they were greeted with the sight of what appeared to be an immense forge of some kind. At the center of the room was a miniature volcano, though “miniature” in this instance was just in comparison to the normal mountainous size of traditional volcanoes. It was still very large, at least a hundred meters high and easily twice as tall. The volcano appeared to be the source of the immense heat signature she’d been reading before. Molten lava pooled around it from steady streams of magma that dripped over the sides of its tip. There were piles of stone and steel ore off to one side, as well as a work bench with a few smithing tools and a large anvil.

    Really, the only thing that was surprising about the area was the lone, seemingly human woman that was currently confronting the clones, who were already sassing her in typical Mercury and Vandrad fashion. She had dark hair and wore equally dark clothing with thick steel and leather gloves that had claw like fingertips. The woman questioned them rather aggressively about how they’d managed to get there, and when she found their vague answers unsatisfactory a fight inevitably broke out giving Mercury and Vandrad the chance to observe how she fought. Mostly it involved throwing golems at the clones to keep them busy, but she also seemed to be able to draw from the lava running from the volcano, flinging it at them in large globs.

    It didn’t take her very long to overwhelm the mimics. They hadn’t exactly been built to last anyway, just cause a commotion, and they could only channel so much of Mercury’s magic. By the time they had fallen, the real Mercury and Vandrad had managed to enter the room from another angle, currently not in view of the strange woman who was now standing over the defeated drones and inspecting them. “Well, that was rude,” the real Mercury said, causing the woman’s gaze to snap toward the pair with open surprise, dark eyes flicking back and forth between them and the dead mimics in an attempt to understand what was happening. “Honestly, I expected a much warmer welcome than this.”

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos on 22nd May 2020, 8:12 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    Mercury was adapting quickly to her newly changing magic, as was evidenced by her clarifying that she really hadn’t been working very hard on the imitation aspect. She had just been focusing on the finer details that came with cyber-construction and from that, inspiration had struck her as she realized that clones such as the pair of them were easy to create when one had a blueprint. Apparently that came easy to her in terms of him, as they had a finely tuned partnership at that point. Yet she still lacked the ability to properly imitate his magic, a spot that he chose to target and tease her over. She claimed that she was far more original than ‘other scientists’ and didn’t give into copycatting. But she did explain that with a little trace of DNA, she could certainly try to make the clone more like the original. "Pretty sure you’ve already had a couple of trial runs of my ‘DNA’,” he retorted with her own words, turning the joke back on her.

    One could only imagine his lack of surprise at her unperturbed response to his calling her a whore, completely taking the comment on the chin and owning it. As she set up her tablet to display video from the clones, they followed after them, leaving a good distance between the two pairs so that they wouldn’t be in too close proximity. As the lead pair headed on the more direct route, the original Vandrad and Mercury walked down the path that peeled around the supposedly main chamber and entered through an entryway above it. As they walked through the tunnel, the Prince took quite a studious look at the design of the rocky path they tred, curiously taking in its shape and weaves. Mercury agreed with the sentiment, believing that whatever they were heading towards had some kind of connection to molten magic of some kind. Either that or they had an insane sense of enjoyment when it came to infuriating heat.

    The funny thing was, Vandrad hadn’t meant sex when he asked her about making clones of himself for other reasons. If anything, he had imagined her making other versions of himself while she was on other missions, making him sound and look like a daft fool. He wouldn’t put it past her to construct a fake version of him for one silly reason or another but ironically, having sex hadn’t been in his mind at all. So when she turned the question on him, asking if he would be jealous, he turned to look at her with a puzzlement on his face. She told him to relax, as this had been the first time that she had put any effort into creating one in the first place. She insisted that she wasn’t desperate for sex dolls, which put things into a bright, sudden perspective for him. "What, no that’s not what I…” he started, scoffing as he cut himself off. "I meant other things. Like… doing your laundry or… some such nonsense.” Now that he heard it outloud, he could easily see why she had assumed sleeping together rather than anything else. Making the real him look foolish -- always a treat, he imagined.

    The volume from her tablet brought the awkward moment to a halt, focusing them both on the screen. The room that the two paths led to was apparently some kind of lava forge, with a personal volcano rising out of the center of the room, standing taller than the statues they had vaporized back in the foyer. A workplace had been set up nearby, with several strands of raw material lying about the area along with several smithing tools. And there, the master of the forge apparently, was a woman, human-like in nature, that was greeting the clones in quite the aggressive manner. She demanded to know how they had come to know about the place and when their answers didn’t satisfy her, the fight started. Their clones mostly fought at a subpar rate, looking a bit like the two of them when they had first met. The forgemaster summoned forth golems to attack them, as well as taking huge globes of magma and attempting to swallow them up with it by flinging it towards them.

    It wasn’t a long battle, with the two doppelgangers defeated in a manner of minutes. But the distraction had worked perfectly, keeping the woman’s attention as the originals made their way around the bend and entered the room behind her. As the forgemaster bent down and began to study her slain foes, Mercury’s voice drew her, albeit shocked, attention to the two of them as they strode in. The Silver Wolf mage commented on the rudeness of the other woman’s actions, having believed that they would receive a reception that was far ‘warmer’, by her own words. "I can’t imagine it gets much warmer than it is right now,” Vandrad followed up, glancing over at the volcano idly.

    “You… you two are golem masters as well?” The woman asked, her eyes still flicking between the two pairs of identical beings.

    "That’s not the word I’d use for it. But then again, it doesn’t really matter does it? You’re clearly hostile so that means we need to kill you and you, in turn, are probably going to try and kill us… again. A noble goal but unfortunately for you, you fought a couple of knock off brands. We’re the real deal and we’re far more powerful than those dolls,” Vandrad said smoothly, his threats coming as casual as any bit of conversation. To showcase what he meant, his Empowerment took over his entire form once more, wrapping him in the crimson magic as his glimmering gaze focused on her. "You could make it easy and give up. I can promise you we’ll make your death quick, after you’ve answered some questions.”

    “I have nothing to say to you! You have interrupted my work for the last time!” The woman cried as she stretched her hand out towards the volcano, summoning forth a geyser of magma. She twisted her wrist and sent it flying towards the pair, looking to bury them beneath the liquid that would surely melt them down.

    Vandrad’s magic spiked as he threw his hands out towards the lava, magical energy bursting from his palms and crashing into the oncoming wave. With a jerk of both of his arms, he pulled his limbs out to the side and used the magic beam to tear the lava flow in two, separating it into two bodies that splashed down on either side of him and Mercury. While it was still relatively close and obnoxiously hot, they were saved from being overwhelmed by it. The forgemaster looked surprised by the move but not unprepared. Both of her hands swept down towards the ground and then pulled them upwards, her arms shaking from magical strain. From the lava around them, two masses burst out, screeching loudly as their forms burned with flames. Demonic looking creatures, wrapped in even more nightmare fuel than the previous two versions of golems, roared with fiery rage as they formed completely. Their skin was as black as charcoal, not fully solid as they could see the magma and heat beneath the surface. Black protrusions, like the bones of wings that hadn’t fully formed, flexed from their backs, the sharp points at a half dozen. Clawed tendrils on the feet sat comfortable in the magma while its arms stretched forwards, glowing red gemstones on the ends of its four arms. Three burning red eyes stared hard at the pair of them as they turned to face them on either side.

    “Reapers! End their lives!” The forgemaster screeched, pointing at the two wizards.

    "You’ll die trying,” Vandrad stated simply as his aura exploded outwards, just as he leapt forward at the Reaper he had designated as his. He didn’t give it a chance to follow its order; he planted his fist right into its face and let his magic propel him forward, dragging the creature from its place. His other fist cocked back, magical energy surging into the limb and he swung it hard into the creature’s torso, cracking through the outer shell and spilling out the molten blood within its core. It also sent the creature flying away from him, the demon spiraling through the air before it slammed into the wall.

    Vandrad set his gaze on the woman, waiting only a second before launching himself in her direction. She was clearly unprepared, trying to backpedal and come up with a quick escape. Luckily for her, the damaged Reaper had recovered and launched itself at Vandrad just in time to tackle him off his path, slamming one of its jagged crystals into the man’s shoulder as they tumbled through the air. Snarling in pain, Vandrad lifted his legs and kicked off the creature, while also reaching up to grab the crystal with his hand. The force from the kickoff and his grip tore the crystalline growth from the creature’s limb, spewing even more volcanic blood onto the ground as it flew back in agony. The Prince of Bellum twisted in the air and put all of his magic into his aura, sending him flying forwards at such a rate that he nearly disappeared. He crashed into the creature’s stomach and carried him through the wall, crashing into another tunnel and through and repeating the process several times. Vandrad carried the creature all the way through the foyer he had come in with Mercury and out through the cave mouth, arcing upwards as they came over the bridge.

    The creature was stunned, unable to move as Vandrad lifted a leg and kicked it downwards towards the bridge. Both of his hands came up over his hand, clasping together at the wrist and forming a cage with his fingers. Magical energy pooled into his palms, combining and swirling into one singular blast. A moment later he thrust both his limbs down, releasing the wave of volatile magical energy into the creature’s chest cavity. The beam traveled down and through the bridge, destroying it and sending its rubble into the lava river below. So did the creature go, flattened against the head of the magic beam as it disappeared into the magma. But there, in the heated liquid, did the nature of the attack reach culmination and it exploded, spraying the boiling hot lava all over while also vaporizing the demon in one swift motion.







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    Post by Mercury Arseneault on 25th May 2020, 5:22 pm

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    Mercury snorted. “Doing my laundry?” she asked him, giving him a playfully incredulous look as though the thought were silly. Then, after a moment of consideration, the possible implications hit her. “Actually, you know… now that you mention it, that’s not a half bad idea. Thanks for the suggestion.” She shot him a wide grin, the one she typically gave when she’d decided to take something he’d given her and use it for a completely different purpose than he’d intended.

    But the confrontation between their mimics and the woman in the forge quickly caught their attention. It didn’t take very long for the clones to be completely wiped out, and by the time Mercury and Vandrad had made it into the chamber from the backside the hostile woman was already inspecting the “dead” bodies and was completely unaware of the paid approaching from behind her. Mercury commented on the rather cold reception the woman had given their mimics, with Vandrad following up a mild quip of his own regarding the temperature. The perplexed mage looked back and forth between the pairs before she questioned if they were also golem makers. The prince gave her only a vague answer before commenting that it didn’t matter as, clearly, she had already proved herself aggressive and everyone knew this was going to be a fight -- though this fight would be much more difficult than the one the other woman had just had.

    Vandrad offered her a quick death should she comply with answering some question, but as usual no one ever took up that kind of offer. Instead, she chose to attack them, reaching out toward the volcano and causing it to burst forth with molten lava at them. The prince reached up in his empowered form and shot a beam of raw energy at the oncoming tide, carving it in two and allowing the searing magma to fall harmlessly on either side of them. Their enemy looked surprised by the turn of events but didn’t let it slow her down, immediately turning to summon forth a couple more of her fiery golems from the pools of lava around them. The horrific looking creatures looked as though they had just crawled out of someone’s nightmares, though it did little more than send a rush of excitement through Mercury’s veins.

    As the prince quickly dispatched the Reaper nearest him with a two punch finish, Mercury whipped out Mercy and swapped it to one of her more high powered settings. Flipping down her goggles, a red beam of high energy laser shot from the weapon’s muzzle, easily boring away a hole through the beast’s stony armor and piercing the core within. There was a pregnant moment as the fire of the core began to expand in a way that was surely rather uncomfortable for the golem before it exploded violently, spraying the immediate area with the shrapnel of its dead carcasse. Satisfied with herself, Mercury turned just in time to observe Vandrad rushing the other women. She was working on calculating her own trajectory into the fray when the first golem he had attacked recovered and knocked him off target.

    Mercury watched as the woman lifted a hand toward Vandrad as if to cast something toward him. Before she could complete the magecraft, however, Mercury raised Mercy up and shot the other woman’s hand, causing her to cry out in pain and snap her attention on the Xocili in rage. “Ah, ah, ah,” the Silver Wolf ace chastised mockingly. “That’s not very good sportsmanship.” She didn’t even watch as Vandrad retaliated against the golem, her emerald eyes locked on the other woman though her radars did pick up the new holes that the prince and his prey knocked through the stone walls.

    Furious, the other mage conjured a few more golems from the depths of the volcanic floods, the creatures crawling their way out of the pool. With the wave of a hand, Mercury crafted a couple oversized machine guns set on large tripods, facing the creatures. They whirred loudly to life and began riddling ammunition into the constructs. “Really? More golems? Do you handle any of your fights yourself?” Mercury teased condescendingly. The woman growled with anger as her creations were sufficiently distracted and being pulverized with Mercury’s arsenal, realizing that continuing to summon more golems was going to do her little good if her opponent could materialize just as many toys to fight them back.

    So, she smartly switched strategies. Reaching her hand toward the floor, the woman grit her teeth and ripped a large boulder out of the ground. The giant stone was rippling with heat and fire from the lava that ran beneath the floor. From the moment it was ripped from the ground and briefly held in the air as the other woman took aim, Mercury was already reading it with her internal sensors. Despite the heat signatures coming from the surface of the rock, its core was exponentially hotter, nearly on the same par as the volcano. She probably had it filled with magma, hoping that Mercury would meet the stone head on and be met with a molten surprise once the thing burst on her.

    The woman hucked the boulder across the space between them and Mercury sprinted to the side, moving closer to the woman at a slightly forward angle to throw off the trajectory of the attack. At the same time, she pointed her pistol at the woman and fired shot after shot at her. Her enemy blocked each shot with small walls of lava yanked up from the floor to intercept the blows, even as the boulder crashed to the ground somewhere behind Mercury and exploded with red hot plasma. The Silver Wolf mage swapped out her ammunition type to her grenades before the woman could catch onto the change, and as soon as she blocked it with her lava the more volatile ammunition exploded on contact, dispersing the magma and throwing the volcanic mage back several meters.

    As Mercury sprinted toward the area where the mage had landed, the woman sat up with a vengeance and quickly summoned another golem, this one smaller than the rest so far -- though still quite tall at twelve feet in height. This one burst from the ground quicker than Mercury could avoid it, right in front of her, already swinging down on her. There was a brief look of victory on the other woman’s face as she had assumed that Mercury was a ranged fighter between all of her guns. The look was quickly dashed as Mercury skidded to a halt and snapped Mercy into blade form, bringing it up just in time to stop the downward swing of the soldier’s own bright sword.

    She dug her heels into the ground, holding back the weight of their locked weapons, though not necessarily easily. It made a second swing at her with its other hand, which held a heavy looking mace that she could sense was definitely crafted from metal, not stone or magma. With a grin, Mercury kept the swords locked with one hand and reach out with her free one, catching the weapon’s swing by its head and blocking it from hitting her, even if the force of it caused her feet to slide back a little along the stone. “You’re going to have to do better than that,” Mercury informed the other woman before twisting out of the sword lock, dancing to the side and ripping the mace out of the creature’s hand.

    It stumbled forward, suddenly off balance as Mercury raised the new weapon to her face, gave it a small sniff to get a taste for its flavor, and took a bite straight out of the metal -- much to the other mage’s horror. “A slayer…” she breathed as she watched Mercury quickly consume the weapon in just a few quick seconds. It wasn’t enough to trigger the slayer’s force form, but it certainly left her feeling rejuvenated and a bit more empowered. This time, when the golem came at her again she easily parried its sword to the side and began to exchange an elegant series of blows with the creature. It’s core was a little more difficult to find because it was almost completely buried beneath a layer of plate armor and skeletal looking black steel. Thankfully, Mercury could control that element and thus she used a hand to bend the metal back bit by bit as they fought until the core was exposed and she could shoot another laser beam into it, causing it to overcharge and explode.

    As the bits of metal sprayed down around her, Mercury cast a smug look at the enraged woman. “Is this really the best you can do?” she asked, taking a moment as she usually did to toy with her “food”, taunting the other mage. “Even here in the literal heart of your element, you can’t even--” Her voice was cut off as the ground beneath her feet buckled violently, an earthquake shaking the entire keep so hard that it cause the ground to fracture into several pieces that rose and fell independently as the volcanic mage screamed her fury and slammed her fists on the ground.

    Mercury quickly conjured her hover disc before her, aiming to quickly get off the ground and into the air where the quakes would have no effect on her. But, as she braced herself to jump up, the spot beneath her gave way causing her feet to slip and for her to lose her balance. As she took a quick step back trying to regain it before she could fall on her ass, she was stopped short by a sharp and intense pain shooting through her side. Before she could stop herself, Mercury let out a rather loud shriek in agony. Looking down, her green eyes went wide with horror as she realized that jagged and pointed piece of the ground had shot up in just the right spot to lacerate her, gouging out an entire piece of her side just above her right hip, leaving her non-human innards exposed and causing the black oil that acted as her blood to start to well up.

    “Fuck..!” she gasped, dropping Mercy and falling onto the ground, clutching at the excruciating wound in a desperate attempt to cover it as an intense panic quickly set itself into her mind.

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos on 25th May 2020, 7:39 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    Vandrad had reached upon the precipice of his power, standing proudly on the top of his ability. It was a plateau that had seemed so far above his reach before, a platform he strove for every waking moment of his life. He had been strong before but ever since his arrival in Magnolia, ever since his introduction to Mercury, his abilities had grown so incredibly that his past was barely a shadow in comparison to the glory he embodied now. The demon golems that they had fought thus far hadn’t been much of a challenge, enemies that would certainly have pushed them back only a few weeks back. Now they were practically pushovers, ready and ripe to get destroyed by the pair. There were brief moments when the advantage was lost but only in surprise and with one or both of them being taken off guard. But as was evidenced by the Prince vaporizing the demon he had been up against, there wasn’t much that couldn’t be done once they focused up.

    He stared down into the lava river, waiting as the plume of fire, smoke and magma settled back down. His attack had carved a deep gorge in the stone beneath the bridge’s foundation, causing the base to crumble and fall down into the plasma. As it collapsed, Vandrad hovered exactly where he had come to a stop, waiting patiently in case the demon creature wasn’t truly dead. He waited for a few moments before he was certain it was gone, perished at the combination of his magic and the lava flow. But there was still the matter of the forgemaster, unless Mercury had already dealt with her. Snapping his gaze to the cave mouth, he turned his body and soared through the entryway, heading back into the cavern below. With his destructive tackle to the former demon, he had made a direct path to the heart of the chamber. He could hear the faint sounds of battle as he passed through the first opening, convinced that the Silver Wolf mage had everything in hand.

    Yet as he came through back into the forge, he arrived just in time to hear Mercury cry out in pain, a shriek that sent a wave of ice cold through his veins. His eyes widened as he saw the sharp fragment of ground tear her torso, ripping her flesh from its home and revealing what lay inside. Black sludge pooled at the wound and yet, the alien nature of her form was beyond Vandrad’s attention at that point. As his partner fell to the ground, her weapon clattering on the stone, his mind was a completely blank slate. He was stunned, floored, frozen in his spot, as he stared at her, trying to keep herself intact. His eyes barely shifted, enough to look at the forgemaster, getting to her feet. She could see her advantage now, the woman attacking her distracted by her own injury. She was ripping a ball of magma from the ground, her arm pulling back as she prepared to slam it down onto Mercury and bury her beneath the boiling lava.

    Where it came from, he couldn’t even tell. A primal, wild roar erupted from his gut as his anger rushed through every inch of his form. Magical energy shot out from his body, corrupting the ground beneath his feet and turning the lava a dark purple color. A shockwave shot out in all directions, tearing through the rock wall behind him and blowing it into pieces. The wave slammed into the forgemaster as well, just as she was about to swing down, and knocked her back several feet. Her ball of magma melted over her hand as her attention was lost, her furious gaze turning towards Vandrad. But she would bear witness to the Prince’s power rising, shaking the very room they all were in. His aura warped, crackling, flashing, strobing until it erupted into a larger form, now a bright sapphire. At the same time, his hair and eyes had changed to the same hue, erasing the crimson form with another, stronger one. His body shook, his mouth open in a bared snarl that was locked in place by his clenched jaw. Even in the softer blue tone, there was an unbridled rage burning bright in the Prince’s eyes as they stared at the forgemaster.

    Panicked, the golem maker thrust out both her hands towards Vandrad, magic energy erupting from her palms. The streams of glimmering energy darted into the ground and brought forth several golems, of the same fiery nature that she had created when they had first arrived. The monstrous creatures snarled as they obeyed her silent command, launching themselves at Vandrad, crystalline growths raised and ready to piece him. And piece them they did; the jagged protrusions breaking through his chest plate and his jumpsuit to bury themselves into his flesh below. Blood seeped out over the crystals, running down and dripping onto the ground.

    But still Vandrad glared. His muscles flexed and suddenly the crystals embedded in him started to glow brighter. Magical energy surged into the gemstones and through them, into the bodies of the golems. The creatures screeched as they tried to pull themselves back, only to find that they were anchored on the Prince of Bellum. The corrupting energy shot into their cores, morphing the fiery center violently until it changed to a deep pink color. The creatures went limp for a moment before they straightened. Slowly their crystals were pulled out from Vandrad’s torso as they turned, their eyes more lavender in color now. Their flaming eyes set upon the forgemaster, now viewing her as the villain they had once seen Vandrad as.

    “What? What is this?!” She whispered in shock, falling back a step. The golems only waited another beat before they screeched and flung themselves forward, now making a beeline to her. She gasped and waved her hands, trying to dismantle their cores before they got to her. But the magic driving them wasn’t her’s anymore and before she could come to realize that fact, their crystalline limbs stabbed into her legs and arms, rupturing her flesh and muscle in swift strikes. Her cries of pain echoed through the chamber as her extremities were reduced to bloody, useless flesh. Her drawn out scream was cut off as Vandrad appeared in front of her, his hand grabbing her throat tightly. She choked around his fingers, gasping and hacking as pain became her entire world. She stared back at him, her eyes practically bulging out of her skull, his cruel blue irises uncaring for her agony. Together they teleported again, this time bringing them to the top of the volcano in the room. Vandrad’s magic seeped into the crust of the volcanic mountain, corrupting the magma inside of it as well. Soon bright pink plasma seeped out from the open top, changing the tone of the entire room.

    Vandrad held the forgemaster’s gaze for a second, letting his fury truly weigh down upon her. Then slowly he started to lower her into the lava. Her feet disappeared into the fiery plasma and the pain and shock overwhelmed her face, her screech still stuck where his hand was. How was this possible? The lava was her element, under her control! How was it melting her?! With a swift clench of his fingers, he crushed her larynx just enough to keep the sound from escaping her but still allowed her to breath, if only barely. As her body continued to sink down into the magma, Vandrad turned and walked down the volcano, no longer obliging her anymore in his world. With her arms completely ruptured, there was nothing she could do to save herself and her pain was halted in her throat. Her body disintegrated quickly within the plasma, her life managing to cling on until half of her torso was swallowed up. Then her life force was gone, carried off to whatever the hell awaited those in death, before her face sunk beneath the surface of the corrupted lava, removing any and all trace of her.

    The golems crumbled into rocky pieces as Vandrad moved past them, heading towards Mercury. The blue form that had overtaken him disappeared, melting off of him and dissipating into the air behind him. He knelt down before her, reaching out to place a hand against her chest. His magic surged out through his fingertips and into her body, aiming to heal the wound on her side that she so desperately sought to cover up. He looked at it, his eyes taking in the black oil that had splattered to the ground. But there was no judgement in his gaze as he lifted his eyes to look at her, only concern for her well being. "Are you alright?”







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    Post by Mercury Arseneault on 25th May 2020, 9:04 pm

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    It had been a long, long time since Mercury had been hurt this badly. Not that it was a grievous wound. Even before she’d picked up magic, a wound like this would have naturally healed itself within a day, maybe two. But Mercury took a certain amount of pride in rarely getting serious wounds, and she’d needed to be especially careful of such on Earthland because the instant anyone would see her bleed they’d know she wasn’t human, and that was something that no one could know.

    The blood continued to pour out, and Mercury was blinded by the pain for several seconds before her body released the antibodies that would dull much of the pain and numb her side. And during that time, she’d been faintly aware that she was in danger, that she was quite vulnerable to a finishing blow. Somehow, she’d found the wherewithal to grab Mercy and aim it shakily back up at the woman who was getting ready to hurl another giant boulder of lava at her, but before either of them could release their attacks Vandrad roared with a fury unlike anything either of them had ever heard from him before. The area around them shifted in hue from red to purple and he released a shock wave that knocked the other mage back onto her own ass.

    Mercury managed to look over at him as his empowerment form took on a brand new shade, his hair and eyes turning a pure sapphire. His aura was the same hue, and pulsing so strongly in the room that it was causing the entire room to shake almost as violently as the forgemaster’s earthquake had, crackling like lightning in a thundercloud. Rip shit didn’t even describe the look on his face. His expression was so intense with anger that Mercury was at a loss for even trying to process it, and the other woman was quickly beginning to realize her end was upon her. She shakily summoned a few more golems at the prince, the constructs throwing themselves at him with the intent of skewering him with the crystals that grew in sharp, jagged spikes from their skin.

    For one crucial moment, Mercury was horrified when he didn’t even move out of the way, allowing them to strike him and pierce his flesh without any attempt to stop them. What the hell was he doing? His own blood was running freely from his body through his chest and arms and all she could do was stare at him like he was crazy, momentarily distracted from her own injury as she suddenly began to worry about him instead. But then the air shifted again as the crystals in the constructs changed the color of their glow, taking on a deep pink color. Suddenly they pulled away from him and turned their sights on their maker in an ominous way that no one in the room was unable to interpret.

    The instant the golems began to attack the other woman was when Mercury finally looked away and put her attention back on her injury. This was bad. Not because she was worried about the wound itself, but because she needed to find a way to hide it from Vandrad. He couldn’t see her, not like this. Not with the black oil of her blood dripping out onto the open ground and marking her for the imposter that she was. If he found out what she was, she would have to kill him. Mercury didn’t want that, nor did she want him to resent her for lying to him all this time about who she truly was -- even though she would have told him the truth, if she could.

    “Come on, stop bleeding,” she whispered to herself frantically, trying to will her plasma into clotting enough that the active flow would stop. Maybe if she got it cleaned up and wasn’t bleeding anymore, she could explain away the oil by the time he got there as something else. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew it was already too late to try and come up with a cover up, but the truth was desperately being buried underneath several layers of denial and panic. She needed to find some way, any way, to cover this up.

    Nothing came to mind. By the time he finished, presumably, killing the forgemaster, not a single reasonable excuse had found its way to her head before he was already moving over to her. The panic inside skyrocketed straight into fear as he drew closer, and she turned her body to the side in a feeble attempt to hide the injury from him. Her gaze was lowered to the point where she could only just see him out of her peripheral vision, and she openly flinched when Vandrad knelt down and reached out to put his hand on her chest. Mercury hadn’t thought he would hurt her, of course. In fact she wasn’t very surprised when a cool, soothing sensation began to take over her body as he flooded some of his healing magic into her. She’d pulled back from him reflexively, afraid to acknowledge the burning, obvious truth that was now out in the open for him to see.

    And she was afraid. Her entire form was trembling, and not from the pain. At this point, between her own natural stimulants and his healing magic, she barely felt the injury as anything more than a mild ache, but Mercury was radiating with trepidation to the point where she was practically quivering with it. “I-I’m fine,” she told him, more than a little too forcibly, still doing her best to keep her hand over the wound in a useless attempt to hide it from him rather than to keep any innards or blood from spilling out. “I’ll be okay, I just need a couple minutes.”

    It wasn’t a bold faced lie. Truthfully, she would be okay. She’d survived wounds much bigger than this, and with the aid of his healing magic her body would knit itself back together within probably a few hours. But it was still a lie. Mercury was fine physically, all things considered, but emotionally she was going off the rails from the impending realization that everything about their relationship and understanding of one another was about to change, and probably not for the better. Even without his ability to sense her emotions, which Mercury still didn’t know about, he would be able to see right through her.

    So it wouldn’t take long, or much, for him to convince her to stop trying to cover up the mess that was already spilled. They were past the point of no return already, whether she liked it or not, whether she was afraid of it or not. And so, Mercury would slowly pull her hand away from the wound, revealing it for him to see in full. Her palm and fingers were coated in the dark grease, as was the injury itself and her engineering suit around it. Inside, everything looked normally in regard to fleshiness, but the color was all wrong. Silver and copper colors rested where pink would normally be, and there were tiny, mild sparks of blue-white electricity occasionally jolting from one spot to another.

    “My slayer magic manifested itself the way it did for a reason,” she told him softly, still trembling and scared though a great deal of sorrow and guilt was starting to worm their way into her psyche as well. Mercury refused to meet his gaze, her head down toward the ground and her eyes almost closed as she stared in plaintive resignation at the rocky floor. “The magic Jadus gave me… that the other creature in the artifact gave me… it just enhanced what was already a part of me.” She knew she didn’t have to explain that she was an alien, nor that she wasn’t from Earthland. That much would be obvious enough at this point, and probably for the better. Mercury was fairly sure she wouldn’t be able to bring herself to say it outloud anyway.

    “I’m sorry.”

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos on 26th May 2020, 4:14 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    It certainly wasn’t a grievous injury, that much he could tell. It probably hurt like a pain in the ass and if they didn’t treat it immediately, it could get worse but in terms of how bad it could be, it was somewhere in the moderate scale. But Vandrad only really sensed that after he had gotten down and started to focus his magic onto it; at a glance, it looked bad. On a lesser person, it would most likely be fatal. Yet she was making things worse by doing her best to simply hide the injury rather than treat it, far more focused on keeping it from his gaze than tending to it. She’d already started to pull away from him when he approached her, desiring nothing more than to keep the wound from his eyes. And frankly, he couldn’t blame her.

    It was all the proof he needed to come to a genuine conclusion, a thought that had been rolling around in his head for some time but he never quite committed to. The black sludge-like blood that had darkened the ground, the brief glimpse of mechanical insides rather than organic… she was some kind of alien being. Yet even with that revelation, he was far more interested in closing the wound than gawking at it. She fought against him, her body shaking violently as she half-haphazardly told him that she was fine in a weak attempt to bark him away. She insisted that she would be just fine after a short amount of time and perhaps that was true. But her nerves, her anxiety was only going to cause her heart to pump faster and spill out blood from the injury in heavier amounts. Her emotions were a wild freight train, rolling off the rails and tumbling down a sheer cliff in which she couldn’t recover from.

    "Hey!” he barked at her, his voice authoritative but not lacking sincerity. "Stop moving and stop trying to cover it up; you are only going to make things worse. Calm down for one damn minute and let me heal you, Mercury.” His tone would assure her that he wasn’t willing to bend on his words, nor would he accept any more excuses. Whatever had happened, had happened and now all they could do was try and move forward. Trying to pull a curtain over it all would be half-assed and pathetic. He held his gaze upon her until she relented, her hand slowly pulling away and revealing the injury in full.

    Well, there was no denying it now. As he reached down with his other hand and placed it just over the wound, so that his magic could get to the injury quicker, he was face to face with the opening. In terms of biological locations, everything was in its place… but it was by no means flesh and bone. There were wires running through her flesh, actively funneling energy through her system. Her blood was as black as oil and frankly, after taking a moment to sniff the air, it may have well been grease. There were flashes of electricity between corresponding live feeds, as her body continued to function despite the open wound. He looked at it with his features neutral, studying it quietly but lacking any shock or awe. He watched as her flesh started to knit itself back together, closing the hole from his and any other curious gazes.

    But her big secret was out, it seemed. She spoke up softly, her voice barely a whisper as she explained that her Slayer magic had formed the way it had because of who she was. The nervousness had settled slightly in her -- or rather, her other feelings of devastation and sin had risen above it and left it in their shadow. She couldn’t even look up at him as she spoke, telling him that the magic she had been gifted from Jadus and the other demon had built upon her natural, technological affinity. It made sense -- all the research he had done about Slayer magic since he had met her had never resulted in any genre of magic that focused on technology. In fact, most Slayer magics buffed the aspects that a person already had, unless it was taught from a specific type of creature. But because she wasn’t from Earthland, because she was an alien, the magic had created almost an entirely new aspect. It was impressive, almost worth praising if the tone weren’t so grim.

    She softly apologized, the words seeking forgiveness for a lot. She’d been forced to keep her species as secret from him, never telling him where she had come from or what she was. She had befriended him, slept with him, under the guise of being, at the very least, partially human and soaked in the nativity of everyone around her. But there was genuine sorrow in her voice as she spoke, every fiber of her being regretting that he’d found out this way -- or perhaps found out at all. If she hadn’t been injured, would he have ever discovered it? Would she have ever trusted him enough to tell him?

    The odd thing was that Vandrad didn’t really care. He didn’t care if she had kept it from him, he didn’t care that she was an alien and he didn’t care if he’d never been able to find out at all. The remarkable thing about his ability to read emotions was knowing how she felt, even when her mask put up a different cover. He’d seen past the charade more times than she knew and a lot of that had helped him better understand her, better enjoy her presence and her friendship. In the end, the deception meant nothing in comparison to the bond they shared that broke through all the cozenage.

    "Damn right you better be sorry,” he said quickly as his magic continued to finish up the last bits of healing. "I spend most days out of the week trying to put a dent in this body of yours and you let a rock cut you open like a cow to the slaughter? That’s unforgivable battle conduct and I know you know better. Showing off for your opponent is exactly the opportunity they need to hit you when you least expect it. I ought to spank you for your hubris.”

    It was, perhaps, the strangest thing to ream her over, considering all that had been revealed. But Mercury would more than likely be able to tell that it was Vandrad’s way of showing, and telling, her that whatever she was, wherever she came from, didn’t matter to him. She was his partner, his friend, the only confidant he had ever trusted throughout his years. He had no intention of letting this sudden discovery twist and tear their bond apart when there was no reason for it to. All the revelation meant was that they clearly had more to talk about when they got back.

    And speaking of, now that they had managed to kill the forgemaster and her creations, it seemed as good a time to head back to Silver Wolf. He waited until her flesh was nearly as pristine as it always was before he pulled his hand away, if reluctantly. "Come on,” he said, bringing his hand up and offering it to her to take. "It’s high time we got out of this hellhole and get back to where it’s cooler. We should get you back to Silver Wolf and cleaned up. You look as bad as this place.” He offered her a small, apologetic smirk, doing whatever he could to lift her spirits just enough to instill some energy into her. While he wasn’t opposed to carrying her back to the portal, he felt it was important that she accept the reality of their situation and move of her own accord. With him by her side, of course.







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    Post by Mercury Arseneault on 26th May 2020, 7:44 pm

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    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    Vandrad chastised her firmly, and rightly, for continuing to hide the obvious from her instead of letting him work his magic to heal the wound. Though his tone wasn’t without compassion, he sternly ordered her to knock it off and to calm down, and for once she didn’t argue with him. How could she? He was right. She was being a fucking moron. And so she’d relented, if shamefully, and let him do his thing. His other hand hovered over the injury and she felt his energy seep into it, coaxing the metallic cells to quicken their regrowth even more than they usually would on their own until the flesh began to knit itself back together before their eyes. All the while, Mercury knew he was probably inspecting the wound for more than just medical purposes, though he kept his face fairly straight.

    Not that she was looking at him anyway. The silence was killing her, which was probably what had prompted her to give him some kind of an explanation. She needed to say something, but she didn’t know what to tell him. A large part of her wanted to believe and trust that he wasn’t going to look down on her for not being human. After all, he’d already come into contact with other non human beings like Beira and expressed a neutral, if not accepting stance on them. But this was different. By both Vandrad’s own accounts, and his mother’s, Mercury was the first person in a long time that he’d shown any genuine interest or care for since he was a young boy. He had never trusted anyone before her on a deeply personal level, and she couldn’t help but feel like this secrecy of her heritage would be viewed as a betrayal of some kind, particularly given their past intimacies.

    Mercury apologized, knowing that he would understand everything that was encompassed with the two small words without having to list them all in detail, though truthfully he deserved specificity from her. Unfortunately, she couldn’t bring herself to list out all of her wrong doings. The amount of shame that overwhelmed her wouldn’t allow her the strength to do so, no matter what she thought him entitled to. At first when he spoke up and affirmed that she did have to be sorry, she sank a little lower where she sat, her head hanging with all the more dejection as she emotionally numbed herself for the ire that was sure to come her way. And it did come, though not in the guise she had been expecting. Instead of chewing her out for all the lies and secrets she’d been keeping, he gave her grief over letting herself be injured in such a stupid way, particularly when he’d been working his ass off for the last several months to have that particular honor.

    It was a statement that had a two fold result. On the one hand, she understood his intent behind the approach. It was his way of brushing off the revelation of her heritage to inform her that he wasn’t perturbed by the knowledge that she wasn’t human. She wasn’t entirely sure if he was doing that because it was true, or just for her sake to keep her from freaking out again. Mercury liked to think it was the former, but her anxiety was making it difficult to think clearly which was what brought her to the second result: frustration. It was mild, but it was there, whether she meant it to be or not. Brushing the matter aside and almost making light of it wasn’t necessarily out of the norm for either of them, but what was out of the norm was her being this vulnerable. Couldn’t he see how difficult this was for her? In a way, it almost hurt more that he wasn’t acknowledging it for as big a deal as she felt it was, to the point where she didn’t even take the bait to quip back at his suggestion that he should spank her.

    There was a brief moment where she struggled with an intense wave of mixed emotions, straining to settle herself down on some chosen state of how she truly felt. And then, like before, a lot of it simply just… died off, leaving her more in a state of emotional numbness than anything else. By then, her flesh had closed up completely and while there was still a bit of internal repairs to make, her body could finish it off on its own from there. There wasn’t even a scar, despite the fact that there probably should have been one for an injury that big, even with magical healing. But the pink skin that showed beneath the rip on her jumpsuit was as flawless as a newborn babe’s, as clean as the rest of her body was, save for the one on the back of her neck.

    She was left in a state of almost morose resignation before he finally offered his hand to her and suggested that they leave. Her sad emerald gaze flicked softly over to the extended limb, looking at it without taking it right away. Despite everything, Mercury was at least somewhat comforted in the fact that he was still willing to act like everything was the same as before. Plus, she couldn’t deny that a shower sounded like an absolute dream. Mercury had already been longing for the facilities back at the guild even before they’d run into the forgemaster. Now that she’d actually gotten injured, and her suit was sticky with the grease that acted as her blood, all she wanted to do was soak in a bathtub until kingdom come and forget that this whole day had even happened.

    From the corner of her eyes she could see the soft smirk on his face, though she still couldn’t quite bring herself to actually look at him or even really talk. Finally, Mercury just nodded gently and took the offered hand, her grip on it not as sure as it had been in times in the past. She held it only as long as it took for him to help her onto her feet, with only a slight wince to betray that her wound was, at the least, a little tight still. After that she picked up Mercy and slid it back in its holster before walking silently beside him back to the doorway that led them back to her room. Once they had returned to the small, blissfully cooler space, Mercury pulled her energy back into her body that had been keeping the portal open, and it closed behind them, the parts of the pyramid reconnecting to one another and leaving the artifact intact once more.

    It was only then that she finally found her voice, sounding more confident than she felt even if it was still on the quiet side. “Do you want to get cleaned up too?” she asked. “I can have your gear cleaned if you want. In the meantime we probably have a guest robe you can use, or I can probably find some spare clothes for you if needed.” If he decided he wanted to shower as well, and that he would appreciate a change of clothes so he wouldn’t have to go back into his gear that was currently grimy and covered in his blood, she would buzz down to the receptionist and ask Lyvia to have a set of spare clothes in Vandrad’s size left outside of her door. Then, she slowly slipped out of her jumpsuit and rolled it up tightly so the evidence of her wound was buried deep inside the rest of the fabric. Rather than put it in her laundry basket, she shoved it in a corner behind some other things where it wasn’t easily noticeable.

    The rest of herself she covered with an emerald colored silk robe that only covered up to about halfway down her thighs before grabbing her toiletries bag and leading the way to the bathroom. It was a space as comforting and luxurious as the rest of the guild, though not in a flashy way. Since it was a shared bathroom for only the aces of Silver Wolf, it sported a small handful of sinks and individual shower and toilet stalls. There was a table laid out with fresh and neatly folded towels, as well as clean and generic white cotton robes. There was also a basket with some neutrally scented cleaning products for use. She would offer him to use whatever he wanted between that stuff and what she had, though most of Mercury’s stuff was a bit on the girly, frilly side.

    Once that was sorted, she ambled into one of the shower stalls, closing the door behind her and stripping back down to nothing. Her robe she hung on a hook that had been placed for such things before turning on the water to a luke warm setting and stepping under the flow. The stalls themselves were larger than the average shower, still on the luxurious end of design, but not so big as to be overkill. Dark tiles like stones wrapped around the space from floor to ceiling with a drain at the center of the space for the water to run out, and a wide showerhead fed water from high up on the wall with various available settings for water pressure preference.

    Despite the fact that there was a stone seat in the corner where she set her showering items, Mercury elected to sit on the floor for a few minutes before even starting any cleaning. With her knees tucked up to her chest and her face against her knees, she wrapped her arms around the back of her head and just sat there for a couple long minutes, wrestling with her emotions and her anxiety. Just like before, when she was no longer in the prince’s direct sight she immersed herself fully in the uncertainty that plagued her, allowing herself to feel all the guilt and the sorrow and the trepidation that was pulling her apart.

    What was she going to do? Vandrad would have questions after this, and she knew she would have to give him some answers. Or, more to the point, that she wanted to give him answers. How had they reached this point? Mercury was never supposed to get close enough to anyone to let them find out that she was different, and any who found out were to be executed, but she couldn’t do that. Not to Vandrad. The thought alone made her heart feel like it was being ripped in two and set a pit in her stomach the likes of which she’d never felt before. She didn’t want to kill him. Not after all this, not when he meant so much to her. If she took his life, she’d just be alone again… right when she was starting to get used to and appreciate having someone real in her life.

    But that wouldn’t matter. Even if he accepted her for what she was, it wasn’t going to stop their relationship from changing anyway. Even if it was just in small ways, things were doing to be different now. How could it not be? There was no way he would treat her the same after this, even if it wasn’t a conscious choice. Not that it really mattered when she didn’t even really know what their relationship was in the first place. They were friends, close friends, confidants, allies, partners… and sometimes more. Or at least, twice it had been more. Mercury hadn’t expected anything more to happen again in that respect as the first two times had already been out of place enough, but there had been the odd time here or there when she had thought back to those moments fondly and ruminated on how it wouldn’t be so bad if it happened again. But her days of daydreaming were gone, now, and she only had herself to blame for letting him get this close in the first place.

    Eventually, she found the energy to stand back up and actually clean herself, getting the sweat and grime out of her hair and off of her body. Mercury wanted to sit in that shower forever and ignore the problems that would surely lay on the other side of the stall door, but she couldn’t ignore her fate forever. So she scrubbed herself down at a pace only slightly slower than what she normally did before shutting off the water, drying her body off and slipping back into the robe. She collected her things and met Vandrad back in the communal area of the bathroom. Once he was ready, she took them back to her room without even bothering to dry her hair, which he’d know she always took the time to do after having observed her daily shower routines while in Bellum.

    If he’d requested it, a pair of fresh and neutral clothes in his sizes would be set outside her door by the time they got back. When they returned to the room, Mercury set her things down and looked around for a brief moment. Aside from the chair at her desk, the only real sitting space was her bed, so she gently sat down on the edge and scooted herself back into the alcove a bit, leaving plenty of room on the other side in case he didn’t want to sit on the chair. Mercury still hadn’t really looked at him once since she’d gotten injured, and while her emotions were wrangled back into some semblance of control since her momentary breakdown in the shower, all the negative emotions still lingered beneath the numb surface of her mind. She sat with her feet up on the bed, knees slightly bent with her hands tucked beneath them, unsure of what to say or do and still scared of the incoming conversation.

    “Are you hungry?” she asked him dumbly. “Or thirsty? I don’t really have much in here, but I can have something brought up from the kitchen…”

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    Post by Vandrad Ragnos on 26th May 2020, 8:58 pm

    There’s no fair or unfair in battle.
    ( There is only victory or in your case, defeat. )
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    They were, once more, in uncharted territory and that was saying something. They had journeyed beyond the means and measures of their comfortability zones several times together, pressing upon areas that neither of them truly felt they would ever visit or belong. But this was entirely different, strange and unusual and incapable of being simply brushed past without acknowledging it. The problem was, Vandrad didn’t know how to approach it right. The only alien he had met thus far was Beira and she had offered up the information without pause or hindrance, almost proud of her heritage. Mercury had kept it a secret from him, a secret from everyone he imagined. The fact that he now knew was most likely a problem, based on her reaction. As with most things, he didn’t know how to find a stable foundation to deal with it. So he resorted to what he knew, to what they had used as a safety net throughout their entire partnership.

    It had backfired. It wasn’t to the extent that he felt he had cornered her or sent her back into a shell that she wouldn’t remove herself from. But there was definitely a sense of frustration as he tried to lightly play off the groundbreaking revelation as an everyday experience. He could feel it coming off of her, annoyed to a point that he hadn’t understood just how impactful this was. Gods, he felt like a goddamn fool but he didn’t even know what to say. He certainly couldn’t apologize right now or she’d probably be even more freaked out that he had correctly addressed his problem without any prompting. This entire situation was a mess and he didn’t know how to convey that her being an alien wasn’t going to change anything for him. That probably wasn’t exactly true but it wasn’t going to do anything drastic; he wasn’t going to withdraw his partnership from her or keep her at arm’s length. He would certainly have questions, that much was assured.

    So without a plan or method of repairing the minor damage he had caused, he pushed on forward like the bullheaded man he was. He continued to heal her, leaving the air silent between the two of them until the wound was completely stitched up. Then he declared that they had already spent far too much time there and it was far more important that they leave than remain. He felt that if they got back to a place where she was comfortable, what she considered her home, she would at least feel slightly better about being on her home turf. Already her emotions were so raw that they all sort of dulled out, leaving her in a state of numb coldness that he simply didn’t know how to breach. He did his best by offering her his hand, showing that he wasn’t even slightly freaked out enough to resist offering physical touch. He tried showing a smirk, some kind of sign to let her know that he still felt the same as before. Though she didn’t return the look, she did finally take his hand but only until she was on her feet again, only pausing enough as the wound’s ache hit her.

    The walk back to the transporter was filled with agonizing silence. Both of them simply walked beside one another, him unable to find the proper words to make things right and her unable to cope with the reality that was their existence now. Vandrad retreated inwards, pleading to all the parts of his mind that always were quick to offer up solutions or strategies when he was taken by surprise but the jury was out, leaving him nothing. So he simply walked beside her, walking through the caves, crossing over the destroyed bridge and passing over the volcanic wasteland until they made it back to the teleporter. They passed through it and emerged back in her room, the dreadful heat finally gone. The Silver Wolf mage cut off the electrical connection to the teleporter and it folded back within itself, becoming just a pyramid once more. The hellhole was gone but the damage it had inflicted was still there.

    He honestly felt like he should just leave. He’d already bungled trying to breach her emotional damage and he felt that if he tried again, he would only make things worse. This was why he didn’t let people in, right? Sooner or later, something happened and his nature would come out, unable to connect on an emotional ground level and it frustrated the other party. It had been brief but that was as easy as laying a seed in tilled soil, wasn’t it? It would grow from here on out and soon enough, her patience with him would be worn out. Chances were, given the secrecy of her race and mission, that would require her to silence him permanently. A part of him was assured that it wouldn’t be that easy to kill him off… while the truer part of him knew that his heart wouldn’t be in fighting against her for his life anyways. As he struggled with his fight or flight reflex, she finally spoke up, her tone a bit stronger than it had been before. She was putting on a brave front, trying to assure the air between them with confidence. She asked if he needed to get clean as well and he honestly paused before remembering that he had suggested she shower.

    "Sure,” was the only thing he managed to say, trying not to sound as emotionally ambivalent as he felt. She called down to Lyvia, asking that she send up a set of clothing for Vandrad for when he returned from cleaning up. His gaze stayed plastered to the wall as she stripped down, out of his own shame rather than anything negative about her. Of course, his mind told him that looking away would probably give the idea that he was disgusted by the sight of her so he started to look back, meeting his attention halfway. What the hell was he supposed to do? What the hell could he say or act like that would just make her understand how he felt? Probably nothing. After all, he’d already stumbled out of the gate. And there were no instructions for damage control from here on out.

    He followed behind her as she led the way to the bathroom. He barely had the attention span to even look around the elegant room, glancing over at the basket with cleaning products that she offered to him. He grabbed a few things blindly before standing there, watching her pathetically as she walked into the shower stall and closed the door. The dark part of him then roared in his ears, telling him to leave right then. He’d already screwed up enough and if he remained, there was a good chance he would only make things worse. He was a bastard, an accident that was never meant to exist and he didn’t deserve everything he had. The wretched woman’s voice hissed in his ear, telling him to run back home and never leave again. All he was good for was beatings after all, right?

    Somehow, some way, he managed not to drop everything and flee from the place. Something kept him there, anchored in his spot and refusing to let him slip backwards. With his escape bolted shut, it seemed his only option was to go forward then. As numb as she was, he shuffled into another one of the shower stalls and closed the door, pulling off all of his bloodstained and broken equipment and dropping it on the floor. He was pretty sure he heard a few of the devices crack as he let gravity violently slam them against the tile but he couldn’t be bothered to care at the moment. He flipped on the shower, turning it on as hot as it could get and then stepped under the spray, dropping his head underneath it and leaning against the wall. He was like that for a long time, or at least, it felt like a long time. Water drenched his hair, running down over his face and splattered onto the pooling liquid at his feet. He stared at the drain, lost in the sound of the steaming hot moisture as it gurgled on its descent into the pipes below. His mind was a completely blank slate, lost on a wasteland as congesting as the hellhole they had journeyed to.

    After some time, he managed to lift his head and grab for the products, giving himself a quick scrub and rinse. Despite how empty and fractured he felt, cleaning off all the grime from his body was actually a bit relieving. He took one last long stretch to simply stand under the hot spray before he turned it off, staring at the ground until the last few streams of water had disappeared. Then he grabbed the robe he had brought in, pulled it on and gathered his damage equipment. He stepped out into the main area and waited against the wall until she had finished, barely able to look up at her before following her back to her room. There, just outside the door, the clothes that had been requested were waiting. He gathered them up before entering the room but he didn’t opt to put them on. No, he just stood near the door, arms filled with his devastated armor and the clothes that Silver Wolf had been kind enough to provide.

    Mercury tucked herself in the corner of her bed, retreating perhaps as far away from him as possible. Probably for the better; he was bound to say something to screw things up even worse than they already were. At least there, she would have a place to hold her ground when she told him to leave. He probably should ask if she wanted to be alone, if he should get going and relieve her of the weight of having to explain without really wanting to. He ruminated on that as she spoke up, asking him if he was famished. She didn’t have much in her room but she could reach out to the kitchen and get something made if he wanted. "I’m fine,” he replied. He wasn’t hungry or thirsty -- at the moment he wasn’t anything but conflicted. "I don’t want food or drinks,” he continued, surprising himself. "I just…”

    That voice was in his head again, telling him to shut up. Speaking wasn’t a privilege he deserved and if he continued, he would only make life worse for Mercury. That notion almost clamped his mouth shut right then but something else, some confidence that had never truly been rooted before, rose up in protest. It overwhelmed the buzzing nagging, freeing up his mind and heart to speak without planning. "I don’t care if you’re not from here,” he stated rather bluntly. He realized that such a general statement wasn’t going to be enough so he elaborated quickly. "What I mean is that it doesn’t matter to me where you come from, it isn’t going to change how I feel about you. I told you before that I would stand by your side through anything, even things being revealed that I didn’t know before. I still feel that way now and I know you won’t believe me because I’ve already screwed up by trying to make light of things and failing terribly but you’re still my partner, Mercury. I don’t want food or drinks…”

    "I just want you to be okay.”







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    Questions and Answers Empty Re: Questions and Answers

    Post by Mercury Arseneault on 27th May 2020, 2:43 pm

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    Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects
    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    Well, this was easily the most awkward situation Mercury had ever been involved in. It was even more embarrassing than losing her cool in front of Vandrad’s entire family back in Bellum. Neither of them said a word on their way back to Silver Wolf, with Mercury only speaking up again to make sure if he wanted to rinse off as well. She wasn’t going to avoid the incoming conversation, no matter how much she wanted to. That would only make things worse, though she was also scared of what would come from the discussion itself. Vandrad must have understood that his earlier attempt to lighten the mood hadn’t been enitrely well received by her. She wasn’t upset with him, really. After all, up until this point all they ever did was make fun of things when neither of them knew how to handle or approach what was going on. She couldn’t blame him for that. But at the same time it had hurt her a bit, no matter his intentions, and Mercury couldn’t stop herself from feeling that way even if she wanted to.

    They showered separately, each of them using the time and the space to deal with their own insecurities, though Mercury wasn’t wholly aware of how much Vandrad was beating himself up. Even as they came back out and made their way back to her room, she didn’t exactly catch his own inability to meet her gaze because she still wasn’t looking at him, either. They went back inside, with the door locking silently behind them as she’d programmed for it to do long ago, and then she tucked herself more or less into a corner of her bed, convinced that he probably wanted some space from her to digest the new knowledge and everything that was happening. Unsure of how else to break the silence she’d brought up sustenance thinking he was probably starving from all the energy he’d used up. Vandrad ate like no human she’d ever seen before, particularly after a fight, and frankly it was a last ditch effort at trying to delay the inevitable.

    Apparently, it had been enough to finally loose his thoughts. He assured her he was fine, that he wasn’t hungry. There was a brief pause as he steeled himself, finding his words, and then the prince went on. He explained that he didn’t care if she was an alien, that it hadn’t changed his stance on her. Or, as he’d put it, how he “felt” about her. Mercury wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, mostly because she really didn’t know how he felt about her. It probably just meant that he still viewed her as his partner and his friend, no matter where she came from. He still planned on being by her side no matter what, even if it involved a few surprises along the way. Vandrad also seemed to think she wouldn’t believe the sincerity of his words since he’d already gone ahead and made light of the situation before, but really he just wanted to make sure she was alright.

    As he spoke to her, there was a… twisting of some kind in her chest. A tightness that she didn’t know how to interpret, that was beginning to happen more often around the prince. Right now,  she could feel it more strongly than she ever had, as he more or less iterated for her how much he cared about her. A new wave of emotion surged through her, threatening to burst through the rather tight dams of self control she’d erected long ago. She managed to keep herself in check, her mind churning over her response and all the possible things she could say. It would be so easy to just assure him she was fine and try to brush past everything else. He probably wouldn’t press it if he felt that she wanted to retain her privacy.

    But she couldn’t bring it in herself to do that. “Physically, I’ll be fine,” she told him softly. “Even without the healing, a wound like that would have corrected itself within a day. Everything else…” Mercury paused a moment there, before shaking her head. “If I’m being honest, I probably won’t be okay. But that’s not your fault. That’s my own problem; problems that stem from long before you and I ever met.”

    Her fingers twisted slowly beneath her knees as she sat there in thought, formulating her words and trying to decide where to begin. How could one simply sum up a lifetime of constant war and hardship? Furthermore, how could she do that without also giving away pieces of information that she still wasn’t ready to tell him? That she couldn’t tell him? “I come from a planet called Xocil. Or, well… my people do. Our planet was destroyed some years before I was born in an invasion. We were hunted to near extinction. I don’t really know much about what happened. By the time I was born, we were making our final stands for survival. That’s when my mother died… and I presume my father, and other family I might have had. I was only about a year old, but somehow I managed to… slip through the cracks, I guess.”

    It wasn’t a total lie. She really had been lucky, if one could call it that, to not have been killed. One might argue that the fate she’d suffered in life was worse than death, and to a point Mercury would agree with that, but she still couldn’t say that she’d rather have died at such a young age than never get the chance to live at all. “The atmosphere I grew up in was… well, hostile. There was no safe place I could hide in… anyone who might have been able to protect me had been killed. I know there were some other survivors, but I’ve never met any of them. And it’s only a matter of time before the rest of us share the fate of the people that went before us.”

    Mercury was careful to word things so that there was no blatant indication that she’d been kidnapped by the enemy and forced to endure their cruel patronage for the entirety of her life. Instead, she spun things to make it sound more as though she had been on the run and fighting for survival for over two decades, which really wasn’t untrue. But she wasn’t ready to tell him everything else, the more shameful parts of her story that would reveal the real, sobering truth about who she was. “I didn’t want to lie to you. Well, at first I didn’t care…” she admitted. “I had every intention of not getting attached to anyone here. Even if I had wanted to, I wouldn’t have really known how. When we first met, you were so… ornery, and mysterious. I could tell you wanted absolutely nothing to do with me right off the bat, and all I that made me want to do was go out of my way to annoy you, to use you and your strength to accomplish things I needed to get done.”

    If it had been difficult admitting her selfish behaviors from the start of their relationship to his mother, it was ten times harder to do so to Vandrad’s face. Her face fell forward all the more in shame, and her voice became slightly hitched from emotion as she went on. “But then you just… you kept sticking around. Or I did. I don’t even know anymore. You had every reason to kick me to the curb, or tell me to fuck off, or kill me, but you didn’t. Somehow in the middle of all my carelessness and cruelty you became the only person who’s ever meant anything to me… but I still couldn’t tell you what I was because every minute you spent with me was already putting you in danger. I should have walked away from you months ago, for both of our sakes.”

    “But I didn’t want to.” She reached up a hand and wiped away a stray tear that had forced itself from her eye, clamping down hard on her self discipline and doing whatever it took to not completely break down in front of him. “By the time I realized how much you meant to me, I knew it was already too late to try pushing you away, and I wouldn’t have had the strength to try. But I was scared to tell you what I was, because I knew once you found out things would be different, and I didn’t want them to change… or to lose it…”

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