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avalononline2020-12-11 10:45 pm
emet_sulk) wrote in avalononline2020-12-11 10:45 pm
< thearchitect > | video
[ Sometime in the middle of the month, a video is uploaded to the network. It's pre-recorded and opens with a man in his late 20s (Emet-Selch) setting up his phone so that it will stay in place and upright. Many will recognise the scene behind him as being one of the generic kitchenettes belonging to an inn room.
On the table before the camera are a few sheets of paper with alchemy circles drawn on them, heaped with small piles of raw, natural ingredients such as salt and clay and the like. ]
Hmm... It appears to be functioning as intended. Good.
[ Retreating from the camera, he crosses his arms. His posture is quite lax, attire casual, but his manner is quite austere. ]
This is intended for the man I met almost a moon ago, who proposed to me the idea of creating a a book - a grimoire, if you will - filled with pages of alchemical circles that I might easily access spells I need instead of drawing them anew time and again. But I am sure there are others who may benefit from this knowledge as well.
[ He gestures, drawing attention to the pages on the table. ]
Here, I have drawn some simple transformations. Observe--
[ At his whistle, a dog-sized, shadowy, dragon-like creature hops up on to the seat next to him. Emet-Selch focuses on the pages and his familiar follows suit. The first circle begins to glow.
A snap of his fingers, a flash of light, and suddenly there is a ceramic plate sitting on top of the page in place of its raw components. It is plain and unfired of course, but it is certainly a plate.
He repeats this process for the next two sheets of paper, producing a square of cloth and a short, wooden rod respectively. ]
I have yet to see if this transformation can be done without placing the raw materials within the circle itself, but for now, it seems promising.
[ END TRANSMISSION. ]
On the table before the camera are a few sheets of paper with alchemy circles drawn on them, heaped with small piles of raw, natural ingredients such as salt and clay and the like. ]
Hmm... It appears to be functioning as intended. Good.
[ Retreating from the camera, he crosses his arms. His posture is quite lax, attire casual, but his manner is quite austere. ]
This is intended for the man I met almost a moon ago, who proposed to me the idea of creating a a book - a grimoire, if you will - filled with pages of alchemical circles that I might easily access spells I need instead of drawing them anew time and again. But I am sure there are others who may benefit from this knowledge as well.
[ He gestures, drawing attention to the pages on the table. ]
Here, I have drawn some simple transformations. Observe--
[ At his whistle, a dog-sized, shadowy, dragon-like creature hops up on to the seat next to him. Emet-Selch focuses on the pages and his familiar follows suit. The first circle begins to glow.
A snap of his fingers, a flash of light, and suddenly there is a ceramic plate sitting on top of the page in place of its raw components. It is plain and unfired of course, but it is certainly a plate.
He repeats this process for the next two sheets of paper, producing a square of cloth and a short, wooden rod respectively. ]
I have yet to see if this transformation can be done without placing the raw materials within the circle itself, but for now, it seems promising.
[ END TRANSMISSION. ]
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They are not a friend. They are an elderly man I met during our first few days here. Regis Lucis Caelum or some such.
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An elderly man? I feel sorry for poor master Regis, if you of all people would call him old.
[He grins his usual shite-eating grin.]
Ah, but I am glad he is a common acquaintance. I've met him as well, likely at around the same time as yourself. Quite the dignified man, although 'tis hardly surprising for a ruler.
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[ He idly sketches a new circle on a blank sheet of paper. He's still in the kitchen, although his previous experiment has been cleared away. ]
How goes your own learning?
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[Hythlodaeus sips his drink - it's unclear what it is, but there is a soft steam rising from it. His expression is that of embarrassing fondness as he watches the recording.]
Quite well in some aspects, frustratingly disappointing in others. The power is strangely restrictive - I would have expected to be able to influence animals, for one, but it appears that 'tis only people I can transfer my thoughts to. Or, at the very least, beings of a similar level of cognition, presumably capable of speech. At the same time, a once-living creature does not count as an object I can extract memories from. I am uncertain as to why exactly. Mayhaps 'tis simply the sheer level of complexity of the aether comprising it?
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Or mayhap you cannot listen to them because their soul has already fled.
[ He leans on one elbow, tapping his pencil against the table in thought, unaware of the look Hythlodaeus is giving him. ]
If 'tis the soul your magic speaks to, theoretically one might speak to a ghost. Why not find one and try it?
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That is quite an interesting idea! Have you seen any? I would also love to know how the Lifestream functions here.
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[ He finally looks up and spots the overwhelmingly sappy expression gracing Hythlodaeus' face. Glancing away hurriedly, he focuses on his incomplete circle again even though the runes blur into a single mess. ]
That said, I was told that a woman known as Morgana has care of the dead. Should anyone die here, she will resurrect them...for the price of another life.
i hate these two frankly
Oh goodness, I fear your pencil strayed there. Are you well, most eminent Emet-Selch? I do know naught would sway your focus in your usual state.
[Yes, he went there. The news of Morgana is a lot less pleasing, though.]
Exchanging lives?.. That sounds somewhat--oh, I know not what to call it. If 'tis energy she requires for the resurrection, surely there are other sources?
hyth please calm your thirst
We gave up our people's lives to bring about Zodiark, [ he says in a remarkably even tone. ] Mayhap that is the weight and worth of a soul here, that it can only be exchanged with another's.
wow he's not the thirsty one hes just disgustingly affectionate
Equal though it may be, that is still a cruel exchange.
[Hythlodaeus fiddles with his spoon for a little while, clearly not hungry anymore.]
...Promise me you'll be careful.
por que no los dos
I am always careful. 'Tis you I worry about more.
EMET IS OBJECTIVELY A LOT MORE THIRSTY, THEREFORE
Have I given you cause to be worried? I am much less of a warrior than yourself and aware of the fact. I do my best to stay out of such trouble.
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No... And I suppose with how easily you garner friends and allies, I need not fear that you lack for others to call upon.
[ Just like Azem once upon a time. ]
...Mayhap we could search for a spirit together, when winter is at its deepest.
[ Its chill, after all, is responsible for a great many more deaths than the warmer seasons. ]
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A rather grim setting for a date, do you not find? I do find the idea intriguing, however. But mayhaps we ought to bring someone else along, just for the sake of safety.
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[ This indignant exclamation is undercut by the mulish set of his mouth. ]
I agree though. Mayhap one of the others would feel brave enough to accompany us.
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Beg your pardon, most eminent Emet-Selch, but 'twas yourself who proposed we 'reacquaint' ourselves. As for a chaperon - what of Irhya? Or have you someone else in mind?
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No. Irhya is suitable. I doubt a mere ghost will faze her. She has steady nerves when danger beckons.