EC Session 4.5

Morning, Boltember 2 Pyrday.
As you wake, you notice - for just a moment - the spectacular view that this top-floor apartment offers.
[OOC] Hector: Fully-healed?
Too bad the view is of an endless sea of magma and a rock roof.
[OOC] WC GM: Yep.
[OOC] Hector: Sweet. Almost to my lv2 limit, too.
Cassandra_Lionheart wakes up…in ORN's lap, her cuter Armor set making her still out a bit more than normal.
Pak is still down being measured by Lilia x_x Or whatever
ORN slowly removes his hand from the nearby wall
Mignon Lilac let Cassandra and Pak rejoin their friends after she was done measuring.
Cassandra Lionheart: "Morning..ORN. What is going on?"
Or more precisely, carried them up to their friends, given the hour of night when she was done.
Hector gets dressed and stretches.
ORN: "Nothing. It would appear this room had, long ago, previously suffered minor damage in what was likely some form of scuffle. This Unit suggests we get going."
Pak is positioned, then, in an excessively cute pose in a chair.
Cassandra Lionheart: "Okay.."// *gets up and walks and grabs her new Greatsword, and stumbles back a bit* "Shoot…It has been a while since I handled one of these!!!"
ORN: "That looks rather inefficient at stabbing motions…"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Trust me, it isn't….I just have to get back to training with these. My sensei said i was real graceful with one of these in my hands."
ORN: "… So you bash with it?"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Kind of. But it looks better when you have practice with it."
Cassandra_Lionheart flashes a smile, and connected the Greatsword into the holder on the back of her armor
Cassandra Lionheart: "So, let us get going, and find you something, before you get tempted to eat the wall."
*lets out a small giggle*
The room is rather plain and austere - the only major features being the window, the door, the minor damage ORN noted, a few chairs in one corner, and the padded flooring.
There comes a knocking at the door.
Hector gets the door.
Hector: "Yo."
[OOC] ORN: yes… noted… that's right ».» «.« ».»
Outside is the Elvaan secretary you met the other day.
ORN nods at her
Cassandra Lionheart: "Hello madam."
Hector: "What's goin' on?"
Secretary: "Oh, you're awake! Sensei Pyrtyr is back, and about to make breakfast."
ORN: "The architect? Excellent!"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Ah. Excellent."
Cassandra_Lionheart looks at ORN and shrugs
Pak wobbles and gets to his feet… "Huh? What's going on?"
Pak … er …
[OOC] Pak: >_>;
[OOC] Pak: I have a plan for me and Cassie's armor.
[OOC] ORN: please tell me it doesn't involve dancing as a combination attack
Hector: "Ah, cool. Is he the kind who's into discussin' stuff at the table, or is he more like the one who wants to talk on a full stomach?"
[OOC] Pak: http:/‘`/``prettycure1.jpg
[OOC] Pak: No… just…
Secretary: "…hope I got that right. No speak ’bovespeak very…"
[OOC] Pak: Since we both got our armor at the same time >_>
Secretary: "Ahem. Umm."
You can tell she is making an effort to be formal.
[OOC] Pak: Obviously Pak would be the one on the left :3
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: Okay, I like the idea, actually.
ORN: "This Group more or less understands your dialect up to a point. No worries."
Secretary: "Sensei Pyrtyr would be more than happy to chat while you eat, but do not distract him while he cooks."
[OOC] ORN: hey isn't that from a hentai?
[OOC] Pak: I don't think so?
ORN nods
Cassandra Lionheart: "Understood, madam."
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: That is a show, not a hentai.
[OOC] Pak: I wouldn't know. Anyway, Cassie, how's that sound?
[OOC] Hector: Pretty Cure is not porn, but there's a lot of porn from it.
[OOC] Hector: Dickgirl porn. Glorious, wonderful, dickgirl porn.
[OOC] Pak: Also the outfits are apparently famous, as people like to draw people in those outfits >_>;
The secretary walks off, motioning for you to follow.
Cassandra_Lionheart follows, and stays close to ORN
[OOC] Hector: Braska and Auron.
[OOC] Hector: I'm not joking.
Hector follows behind the secretary, checking out her behind.
Pak walks next to Cassie, looking down.
Pak: "…"
Cassandra_Lionheart looks to Pak "What is it, Pak?"
ORN follows the secretary
Pak: "Hey, Cassie, can you walk okay in that frilly dress?"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yeah. It is the boots I'm getting used oo. And you?"
Felicia follows along with the group, eyeing the strange costumes.
Pak: "Yeah, this suits me fine."
ORN: "They are somewhat disturbing…"
[OOC] WC GM: Awareness, all.
Cassandra Lionheart rolled 1d100 and got 77 for a total of 77
Pak rolled 1d100 and got 57 for a total of 57
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: fail by 1
Hector rolled 1d100 and got 33 ( Total: 33 ) **
ORN rolled 1d100 and got 87 for a total of 87
[OOC] Hector: Pass by 47 with no penalty.
[OOC] ORN: pass by 3
[OOC] Pak: Pass by 43
Felicia rolled 1d100 and got 48 for a total of 48
[OOC] Felicia: Pass by 31
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yours looks really cute Pak. She did a good job with it."
Pak: "Oh! Yours too!"
Those who pass the check remember they are walking on the top floor of a many-story building, and happen to look down. Here and there, for the next 10 floors down, are a few Elvaan - most but not all male - looking up at the two newly skirted members of the party.
Cassandra_Lionheart blushes "Thank you."
Pak …
Pak erks!
ORN: "… This Unit gets the impression they may be unpleasantly surprised with one of you…"
Felicia blinks.
[OOC] Pak: Actually Dark would work too.
Sakha shakes her head.
The floor is only partially opaque, not entirely. The railing to the side is mostly empty space.
Cassandra Lionheart: "If they got a problem with it they will have to talk with my new…hey Pak! Not so close!"
Hector looks upwards.
Hector tsk tsk tsk.
Pak: "Sorry, I just got a sudden urge to- Hey, Sakha!"
ORN looks over at cassie
ORN: "This Unit did not mean you"
Pak: "You know, you're wearing a skirt too, don't act like this isn't important!"
Hector can see the rock ceiling of the building - a bit of a contrast to the crystal that is everywhere else.
Sakha: "You're too self-conscious."
Cassandra_Lionheart looks down, and blinks "Yeah. If they want to keep thier lives, they will stop looking! *she then gives a glare to the people staring below her* // //
ORN patpats cassie
ORN: "Don't worry. When they discover Pak is not truly female, that will be punishment enough."
Pak: "…"
Hector blinks. "Mm. Well, at least these guys can cook."
Pak hmphs and stops creating smoke.
Cassandra Lionheart: "ORN, that wasn't nice."
ORN: "It was not an insult. They likely cannot tell, seeing only two skirts"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Oh..right."
Pak also, looks back at Felicia.
Pak: "…T_T"
Pak looks away.
Cassandra_Lionheart puts an arm around Pak
Cassandra Lionheart: "I got an idea Pak."
Felicia looks at the mithra quizzically. "Hm?"
Pak is apparently mad at Felicia for not wearing a skirt and being concerned.
Pak squirms. "It's fine. x.x" He ducks out from under Cassie.
Pak: "Let's just get to the Sensei."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Okay, Pak."
*she looks at him with concern*
ORN: "???"
ORN keeps on walking
Pak is just glad this outfit included panties. Even if they were black ones.
Soon enough, you get to the apparent residence of Pyrtyr.
Cassandra_Lionheart does feel a bit more awake now, and thinks for a bit
A familiar voice calls out, "You told the peeps 'bout Lilac's latest."
Secretary: "Ah…well…"
ORN: "?"
Pak blinks?
FamiliarVoice: "Don't troll with our guests. It's not polite."
Cassandra_Lionheart stares
Secretary: "Aheh…"
Pak peeks into the house or whatever it is.
Inside, the Elvaan who gave you a ride the previous week is playing cat's cradle with some sort of glowing purple substance while glaring at the secretary.
[OOC] WC GM: +.
Cassandra Lionheart: "Well, they are cute."
Pak points!
ORN: "… . ."
The secretary, blushing furiously, turns and bows to you. "I apologize. I wanted to show off my friend Lilac's latest inspirations."
ORN darkens
Pak: "It's… It's you! That guy that taught Hector how to…"
Felicia: "…"
Hector: "Yo."
Hector: "How ya doin', man?"
Pyrtyr: "Oh, hai guyz! Long time no see!"
Pak: "…I actually don't really mind the clothes. >_>"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Hello again sir."
Pyrtyr: "What're you doin' out here?"
ORN: "Seeking Pyr."
The secretary STARES. "You…know each other?"
ORN: "It would appear so."
Pak: "He was riding his…
Pak: "…Fire… bike? I dunno what it's called."
Cassandra Lionheart: "we meet earlier on..I had just lost my Magic and he began to teach me how to use my sword a bit better."
Pak: "…"
Pak: "Huh, maybe he can teach me to gamble better too…"
ORN: "The mechanoid spear of his"
Pyrtyr: "Oh, yea. My flamebike. Was just cruisin' around when I saw 'em drifting. Figured I'd give a ride."
Pyrtyr: "So I hear you paid that deed back?"
Pak: "If you mean smacking Gaia around, yes."
ORN: "This Unit recalls you destroyed the bridge This Group had created, thus being the origin of said 'drifting' …"
ORN: "Gaia has been dealt with. This Unit was told Pyr was capable of reasoning or speech?"
Pyrtyr: "No, I mean, giving a ride to somma my bros downstairs."
Pak: "Oh, right."
ORN: "Ah."
Hector: "Yeah, they grabbed onta Trombe 'n rode back here."
Pyrtyr continues to weave the glowing purple. "So it worked out. Now, what's this about Gaia?"
Cassandra Lionheart: "We contained Gaia."
ORN: "Gaia, as all the others, was proven to be out of control. After assaulting us several times, it was… suppressed."
Pyrtyr nods. "'Zat connected to the wierd stuff happening in Dwarfland?"
ORN nods
Felicia: "Yup."
Pak: "Yup."
Pyrtyr: "Like their not want stone and their getting back with the surface?"
Pak: "Yup!"
ORN nods
Felicia: "Indeed."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Exactlly."
ORN: "Making holes in things brings happiness."
Pak does a cute pose in his cute outfit. One likely influences the other.
ORN sparkles
Sakha gets a sinking feeling that this is affecting the elvaan economy…
Cassandra_Lionheart poses dramatically, and cutely also, but with less sparkle.
Pyrtyr: "Tell you what, then. I hear you were LFS. I am a sensei."
Pak: "n.n Yay~"
ORN: "It would appear the effect of suppressing Gaia was greater than with the previous spirits, however. This is hopefully only attributed to Gaia's general influence, and not to further debalancing…"
Pyrtyr: "You tell me EXACTLY double-you tee eff went on down there, at length…and sure, I'll teach."
ORN nods
Pak: "Got it!"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Sure."
Pak: "One sec, lemme try to make a model…"
ORN: "… where to begin, however?"
Pyrtyr: "'Course, I gotta make sure you're ready to learn, but I suspect you are."
Cassandra_Lionheart nods "We are."
Pak thinks… and realizes none of his spells affect something solid.
Pyrtyr: "Ferinstance, you got any clue what this is?"
He nods to the glowing purple strands he continues to weave, moving them over a bowl.
ORN stares
Pak: "…No!"
Pak: "I don't…"
[OOC] WC GM: Lore: Magitek to recognize.
Pak: "What is it?"
ORN rolled 1d100 and got 62 ( Total: 62 )
[OOC] ORN: fail if default
[OOC] WC GM: Default. This is raw science/technology with magic.
[OOC] WC GM: I believe others can default, though?
[OOC] Pak: I don't have Magitek, just Monsters and Elemental Spirits…
Cassandra Lionheart rolled 1d100 and got 87 for a total of 87
ORN: "Unknown. This would not appear to be a technique used by the creators."
Pak rolled 1d100 and got 9 for a total of 9
[OOC] Pak: Pass
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: bah.
Pak !
Pak leans in closely!
Felicia rolled 1d100 and got 97 for a total of 97
[OOC] Felicia: Lulz
Pak stares at the strange stuff.
[OOC] WC GM: I thought Gambler didn't have MT: Scholastic?
Hector: "m'not even gonna try."
[OOC] Pak: …
[OOC] WC GM: …I'll allow it this time, though.
[OOC] ORN: he rolled a 9 though
Cassandra_Lionheart just looks at it and blinks
ORN: //so pretty good on default right?

[OOC] WC GM: Yeah. Critlearn Lore: Magitek.
[OOC] ORN: crap
Felicia thinks it's some kind of space potato.
Pak blinks as suddenly he learns something!
Pak: "Huh?"
[OOC] Hector: A lightbulb appears above his head a la Romancing Saga.
ORN looks over at pak
[OOC] Hector: This I command.
Hector: "'sup, little bro?"
ORN: "Something familiar to you?"
Sakha rolled 1d100 and got 27 ( Total: 27 )
[OOC] Sakha: pass default poo no critlearn
Pak: "…Plas…ma?"
Pak: "This is…"
Pak: "Some sort of Semisolid FIRE, isn't it?"
Felicia: "…?"
ORN arcs a little between his fingers
Pak: "Is it hot?"
Pak doesn't touch it. Isn't an elf.
ORN: "But is this not plasma? doesn't look the same at all"
Hector goes all //"o_O"
Pak: "Huh? When would you have seen Plasma before, ORN?"
ORN: "This Unit has never seen THAT"
Pyrtyr: "Plasma? Is that your word for it?"
ORN points
Cassandra_Lionheart blinks
Pak: "Well…"
Pak: "It… might be."
Pak: "ORN, what do you know about Plasma?"
ORN: "Tech-school mechanoids occasionally refer to lightning based weaponry with that term"
Pak: "Oh."
Pak: "…OH!"
Pak blinks!
ORN: "That's it."
Sakha: "Yes it is… it's an extreme fire magic that is rumored to be the base composition for solid materials… but it's only a theory in refuge…"
ORN: "But it never looks like this."
Pyrtyr: "So yeah. We heat stuff up a lot, until it's not what it was any more."
Pyrtyr: "Then we shape it to what we want, an' let it cool off."
Pak: "So this is raw… stuff?"
Pyrtyr: "Yeah. We make food with it."
Hector: "…whoa."
Felicia: "Ooooh."
Pak: "Maybe the Plasma ORN is talking about is a variant that comes from Lightning instead of Fire."
Pyrtyr spreads his hands. The glowing purple shimmers in a heat wave, then turns into enough powder to fill the large bowl.
Cassandra Lionheart: "It could be."
Pak: "Instead of heating it, charging it with electrical current."
Sakha: "So you can melt a rock and make it food…"
Pak oooohs…
ORN: "This Unit is pretty sure it refered to the lightning itself, however. But this could be different."
Pak: "…Wait, but that's problematic for us."
Hector: "Huh. D'ya have any applications for it beyond just makin' food?"
Pyrtyr: "I'm not the best chef in the underworld, but I do make a pretty mean combo forty-two if I do say so myself."
Pak points at Sakha. "Um… You wanted to learn how to make food with this stuff, right?"
Pak: "But you're, like… the opposite of heat."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Combo fourty-two??"
Sakha: "Yes… and master it to making it properly palatable… I don't want to be stuck without food again."
The secretary has been obtaining smaller bowls for everyone present, which she sets around the table. Pyrtyr pours the powder in, parcelling it out.
Pyrtyr: "Never had number forty-two? Then you're in luck."
Cassandra_Lionheart watches and blinks
Pak: "…"
Pak blinks.
Cassandra Lionheart: "never."
Pak takes his bowl. "Do you add… water or something?"
Pyrtyr: "An' yeah, we do make things beyond food."
Felicia pokes at the powder.
ORN just stares at the stuff
Pyrtyr: "Lulz! You want it watered down, no problem."
He nods to the secretary, who fetches a jug of water and begins adding it to your bowls.
ORN: "? ? ?"
Pak: "…???"
She does not water down her bowl or Pyrtyr's, though.
Pak: "Wait, but"
Pak: "…How do we eat it?"
Sakha digs in to try out what a master can make with this.
ORN stares at the bowl
[OOC] ORN: what kind of bowl is it?
[OOC] WC GM: Sakha: SPR check.
Sakha rolled 1d100 and got 9 ( Total: 9 )
The crystal bowl does not stare back.
[OOC] ORN: good. its well cooked ;p
Hector looks at the watered powder closely and sniffs it.
[OOC] Sakha: …?
ORN just picks up the bowl and assimilates it
The food is not quite like anything Sakha has ever tasted before.
Pak …watches Sakha and tries to eat it with a spoon
Cassandra_Lionheart tries the food
ORN left with pile of powder in his hands and looks around confused
It comes out like…chocolate fish with cream. In the delicious-to-Mithra sense.
Felicia sips from her bowl…
Cassandra_Lionheart blinks and can't figure out the taste.
[OOC] WC GM: SPR check, anyone else who tries it. Pass: you like it; fail: it's not the best tasting.
Cassandra Lionheart rolled 1d100 and got 41 for a total of 41
Felicia rolled 1d100 and got 70 ( Total: 70 )
[OOC] WC GM: It'll taste a bit different to everyone, though.
Sakha: "Tasty… how do you accomplish it? Is this both flavorful and nourishing like I hear only masters can do?"
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: fai by 8
Pak rolled 1d100 and got 98 for a total of 98
Felicia wrinkles her nose. "Eh."
ORN looks around confused and holds the stuff up
Hector dips his finger in it and then licks it off.
Pak ohshi
Hector rolled 1d100 and got 5 ( Total: 5 ) **
[OOC] Hector: Critpass on a…46.
Cassandra Lionheart: "Um…um…."
Pyrtyr: "Forty-two is a hit or miss. Some people like it, some don't."
Hector tastes…a roast beef sandwich with two kinds of cheese!
Cassandra Lionheart: "I guess so. To each thier own, sensei."
Hector: "What the?"
Sakha: "What? Are you saying it's a different flavor every time?"
Pyrtyr upends his bowl into his mouth, downing the powder in one gulp. "Myself, it's just sustinence."
Hector drinks the bowl.
Pak is… frozen
Pyrtyr: "Nah. But it tastes different to different people."
ORN carefully puts little pile of powder on table in front of him and stares around some more
[OOC] Pak: Critfail
[OOC] Felicia: haha
[OOC] Hector: Or rather, from the bowl.
[OOC] Sakha: "Alas, earwax…"
The secretary notices Pak, and nudges Pyrtyr.
Pyrtyr: "…oh. Umm."
Hector finishes and puts the bowl down. "So that's the power of magic 'n plasma 'n stuff, huh."
Pak is just stuck in place with that spoon in his mouth.
Felicia sets her bowl down. She'll refrain from finishing.
Pak 's eyes are O_O though.
Cassandra_Lionheart looks at Pak, and stares, waving a hand in front of him "Pak?"
Pyrtyr: "Where's we put that spice?"
ORN puts fingers around the powder and lights up an arc into it to see what happens
Hector looks over at Pak. "Oh, crap. Did he go into shock or something?"
The secretary stands up, gets a bottle, and tries to force open Pak's mouth.
Cassandra Lionheart: "I think he is frozen??"
Pak opens mouth.
Pyrtyr: "This happens sometimes. We just need to shock him out of it."
ORN: "? What happened?"
The secretary taps a few flakes into Pak's mouth. Those who look closely at the bottle can read its label: "Jabanero Flakes".
The secretary stands back.
Felicia: "o_o!"
Pak BREATHES FIRE. But he's moving!
Pak: "x_x;;; W…what… what the heck."
Hector ducks and ends up face-first in his bowl.
Pyrtyr: "There. No harm done."
Hector licks the remainder of the inside of the bowl. Roast Beef <3
ORN stares back at his powder to look if anything happens
Pak pushes his bowl away quickly. "I don't like that. O_O"
The powder does not react witht he table.
Cassandra_Lionheart blinks as she stops eating.
[OOC] ORN: lightning it actually but eh, just experimenting
Pak: "It… it felt like eating…"
The powder fails to ignite.
Pak: "I don't even know!"
ORN pokes to see if any of it's glassed out, then brings his hands back and waits
Pak: "Bleeeh~!"
The powder melts a bit.
ORN: "… It melts"
Pak stands, turns away from the table. He grabs the jug of water, trying to stop the exhalations of smoke.
ORN: "But its still not food"
Pyrtyr raises an eyebrow. "Taste varies, but I assure you, it fills the stomach and gives you what you need to…"
Pak: "…Uuuugu."
Cassandra Lionheart: "It was okay. I do feel full from it. It just tasted like mushy macaroni."
Pak: "Let's try a different combo next time. >_<"
ORN: "… Do you have more bowls?"
Pyrtyr blinks at ORN. "Oh. Wait. You're the…crystal eater, aren't you?"
Hector: "I don't even wanna know what the sixty-nine is."
ORN: "What? NO! This Unit was only cleaning!"
The secretary BLUSHES at Hector's statement.
Pyrtyr: "Uhh…sixty nine is only for…intimate peeps."
Hector laughs.
Cassandra_Lionheart blinks and stares
Pyrtyr: "It's an aphrodesiac."
ORN: "No property damage!"
Hector: "Oh, man. You're not kidding, are you?"
*laughs some more*
Cassandra Lionheart: "Ohhh."
Felicia coughs.
Pyrtyr shakes his head. "The guys who numbered 'em had a sense of humor."
Hector calms down. "You ain't kiddin', man. I haven't had a good laugh in at least a month."
Pyrtyr blinks. "Wait - sixty-nine means the same thing where you're from as I'm thinking?"
ORN nods
Hector: "I'll explain it to ya later, man. Got some private stuff to talk to ya about then, anyway."
ORN: "Six men, nine women, and a lot of scrying crystals."
Pak: "…?"
Felicia: "…"
Pak stares at ORN.
Pyrtyr: "…?"
Cassandra_Lionheart looks and sighs
Pyrtyr holds up a finger. "Let us not continue that line of conversation."
ORN nods
ORN: "Agreed."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yeah. Some of us are not comfortable with that."
ORN: "In any case… If you were looking for the crystal eater, which This Group may know of…"
ORN: "What would be the reason?"
Pyrtyr: "Anyway. I was shopping for meat to uses in cooking."
Pyrtyr nods to the secretary. "Cook some up, for those whose stomachs are still empty."
ORN: "And more plates."
The secretary goes off to comply. In short order, the smell of roasting…you think it may be venison…tickles your nostrils.
Cassandra_Lionheart 's stomach growls loudly as soon as she hears the word meat and the smell.
Pak: "Okay…"
Pak: "Anyway…"
Pak: "I can't remember how we got to this subject…"
Pak: "All I know is…"
ORN: "Plasma weapons?"
Pak: "We wanna talk to Pyr, first of all."
Pyrtyr smirks a bit at ORN, and begins weaving some more plasma.
Pak: "Secondly, some of us wanna learn how to do certain magics."
This time, Pyrtyr takes not nearly as long, before warm quartz is deposited on the table in front of ORN.
Pak: "Sakha, for instance, wants to learn how to create that food."
Pak: "I'm interested if there's any way to help with my… er, Gambling."
Pak: "I dunno if anyone else wants to learn anything, though."
Felicia: "I suppose the superheated qualities of plasma could be useful in swordplay…"
ORN smashes fist into it and happily assimilates
Cassandra_Lionheart looks down and sighs "I think the sensei has taught me everything."
Pyrtyr: "Well, as it happens, they're both on the same path. Y'see, it takes a lot of raw power to make stuff like that."
Hector: "I'd like to figure out a way to make my enemy-crippling attacks work more often than they do. I keep screwin' up."
Pyrtyr: "'S why our ancestors built down here - they wanted to tap the power of the planet itself."
ORN: "Learning to use it to modify target composition or superheat the air around them could prove rather useful given the variety This Group encounters"
Pak: "Ooh."
Pyrtyr: "This was way before Pyr, as we know 'im today."
ORN nods
ORN: "This Group owes you a story as well. Please continue, it may allow This Unit to know where to begin."
Sakha: "And if I could steal your time, I'd like to know exactly how to master this food…"
Pyrtyr: "Time was, Elvaans were divided between those who could use the power, an' everyone else."
Pyrtyr: "Created a lot of bad feelin'."
Pak: "Ah?"
Pyrtyr: "I know. I was there for the last of it."
Pyrtyr: "Given which way you came from, I'm guessing you've seen the Volcannon?"
Hector whistles, impressed. He thinks Pyrtyr doesn't look a day over seventy-five.
ORN nods
Pak: "Yup."
ORN: "This Group has also communicated with its aerial targetting group"
Pyrtyr: "I helped build it. Junior assistant, but…"
Pak: "That's where we fought Gaia."
ORN: "Gaia was defeated within the Volcannon."
Pyrtyr BLINKS.
Pyrtyr: "They're…still…THERE?!?"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Hm?"
Pak: "…Um, apparently."
Pyrtyr: "The moogles."
Pak: "We need the power of Pyr and Mer to reach them."
Pak: "Steam."
Pyrtyr: "I thought the invaders wiped 'em out."
Pak: "Invaders…?"
Pak: "…"
Pak points at Ahiru. "Bunny mode!"
ORN: "The impending crash may eliminate them sooner than those surfacebound, however."
Pyrtyr: "Yeah. Big, furry folk."
[OOC] Pak: Poor Ahiru. Being used for that kind of thing.
ORN: "The dangerous monsters inhabiting the Tech School grounds are likely their decendants"
Pak: "…Huh?"
Pyrtyr: "Huh?"
Pak stares at ORN. Again.
Ahiru sticks out her tongue and goes Viera.
ORN motions over his head like that hair ball thing they have
Pyrtyr blinks at Ahiru. "…I'm not sure what that is, but no, that ain't what I'm talkin' about."
Cassandra_Lionheart is lost, but tries to make sence of it all.
Pak: "…Oh!"
Pak blinks! "Wait, then what is it?!"
ORN: "?"
Pyrtyr: "Wait, you have moogles where you're from?"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yeah."
Pak: "Yeah."
Pyrtyr: "An' they don't know their history enough to tell you who aced 'em?"
Sakha: "No one where we come from do."
Pak: "They didn't really mention anything about invaders, but they knew about the Volcannon and about how the moon's falling."
Sakha: "It's like they all forgot everything after beinf seperated from their homelands."
Pyrtyr: "The moon's still falling? Thought we at least blew that thing up."
ORN shakes head
Pak: "Nope."
Pak: "You… missed. Or something."
Pak: "I'm not sure exactly what happened. x.x Misfire?"
ORN: "According to recently gained information the shot was deviated or shielded… possibly by the crashed Viera transport"
ORN: "Remember?"
ORN looks over at Pak
Sakha: "Seems that way."
Pak: "Oh, that's right…"
Pyrtyr cocks his head. "Viera what?"
Pak: "Shielded."
Hector leaves the talking to the smart people.
Pak points at Ahiru.
Pyrtyr: "Alright, I think we're at the point where you need to fill this clueless soul in."
Pak: "Apparently they came from one of the moons, not sure which."
Sakha: "The Bunny peple were running away from the moon and we hit them."
Cassandra_Lionheart shakes her head also and continues to listen.
Ahiru returns to normal.
ORN nods
Pyrtyr nods and listens.
ORN: "Very well. Where would you like This Unit to begin?"
Pyrtyr: "How about what happened after we fired the Volcannon. I know what happened down here, but surface side, uh-uh."
Pak: "Um…"
ORN: "It would seem far more happened underground."
ORN: "Many races fled the cataclysm caused by firing the Volcannon. As several of the spirits would appear to have gone berserk at this time, combined with tidal waves and various environmental hazards, most races were seperated."
ORN: "Various magma flows stoppered the underground sections but also sealed most of them off from the surface."
Sakha: "There were members of each race that gathered together topside and formed the country we're from, Refuge. The Mithra ran away from the Viera who took over their home. Bolt went crazy in out new home, Milf went crazy among the Viera. That's about all we know in a nutshell."
ORN: "Refuge was founded for reasons pertaining to its namesake, but due to changes in the terrain; notably mountain ranges and sealed tunnel systems, the more race-specific cities were cut off from eachother."
ORN: "After Bolt went haywire, the central region was entirely cut off from the others, at the same time most likely cutting trade routes between various cities"
ORN: "Most of the races were in fact present at the surface, however, and many races had cities of their own within refuge, notably Forestburg"
Pak: "Bolt was mostly trying to keep people from exploring…"
Pak: "A forced peace."
ORN nods
ORN: "Development continued in different ways, however. Elvaan capable of magic appear to have been driven out prior to the Volcannon firing, and settled in Forestburg. This Series was created by them as a counter to the machinations of the Plainsburg Technological Development Institute."
ORN: "It burned down at a time This Unit was away, however, which led This Unit to this group of helpers with the aid of various posters."
ORN: "This Group violently deposed of Bolt's Avatar, sealing him for the time being."
Pak: "We didn't set it on fire, honest."
Pak: "…"
Pak: "…!"
Pak: "Wait a second!"
Pak suddenly stand.
Cassandra Lionheart: "What is it Pak?"
ORN: "?"
Pak: "The monster we fought there…"
ORN: "? which?"
Pak: "The one that caused the fire was some sort of Flame Beast!"
ORN: "? ? ?"
Pak: "…"
Pak looks troubled, thinking.
Pak: "Only Hector, Cassie, and… Felicia, were you there at this time?"
ORN: "This Unit was not aware of what caused the fire, only that This Group was to be aided in compensation for having attempted to aid the creators."
Felicia blinks.
Felicia: "Ah… the fire?"
Pak: "It was a while ago…"
Pak: "Yeah."
Pak hmms. "We never actually found out what might have caused the fire. It was a monster, and we were blamed for it…"
Pak: "But how did a fire monster manage to get to Plainsburg?"
Hector thinks.
Pak: "…"
Ahiru: "It was the work of a monster?"
Pak thinks. "How long ago did that happen?"
Hector: "The whole idea of blaming us was planned in advance, maybe by the same people who actually started the fire."
Pak: "Yes…"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yeah."
Pak: "…But I'm starting to wonder if Pyr was involved somehow."
ORN: "The idiot trio?"
ORN: "This Unit was under the impression they were to blame for such troubles…"
Pak hmms. "I can't remember the details… If I knew the exact date…"
Pak sighs and shrugs.
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yeah, they seem to be there to foil our attempts."
Pak: "Well, they may have summoned it, but Bolt…"
Pak: "Well, Bolt can't create a fire monster, can it?"
Pak: "That's what I'm getting at."
ORN: "… Perhaps not a fire monster, but sparks are sparks"
Ahiru: "Lightning can cause fires by hitting trees."
Pyrtyr: "Funny you should mention that."
Pak: "Hm?"
Pak looks at Pyrtyr.
Pyrtyr: "Another group from the surface - a trio - accompanied me while I was shopping. They had a bit of talent at making monsters - said they'd summoned a fire monster with inspiration from Pyr, and wanted to learn more."
Pak: "…"
ORN: "… What did they look like?"
Pak: "Were they kind of… rotty?"
Pyrtyr: "They'll be coming by this afternoon. They look like warriors, same as you - I was thinking of having you and they do a sparring match."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Biggs, Hicks and Wedge, right?"
Pak: "…Ooooooooh….
Pyrtyr blinks at Cassandra. "You know them?"
Pak smacks his forehead.
Sakha: "We've met."
Pak: "They're our sort-of nemeses…"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Those are the morons that are getting in our way!"
ORN: "… This town may suffer cataclysmic damage if you have taught them the use of plasma…"
Pyrtyr's eyes glow fire-red for a moment.
ORN: "They are not above assassination attempts simply to pick fights with This Group. Unfortunately the other elemental spirits consistently return them to life"
Hector does a D:
Cassandra_Lionheart gulps "sorry.."
Pyrtyr: "…your nemeses…yeah, that makes sense."
Felicia: "…"
Pak: "Hyuu…"
Pak: "So what do we do? Fight them once they show up?"
Pyrtyr: "If you don't mind."
ORN: "… … Could plasma be used to avoid their resurrection or escape?"
Pak: "…How would that work?"
ORN: "This Group has been attempting to limit their damage constantly."
ORN glares at pak
ORN: "Disintegrate them"
Sakha: "Seems more likely to ensure it. Pyr's way of maintaining their life."
Pak: "As far as we know, they're in league with Pyr."
Pak: "So the Plasma wouldn't…"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yeah. But maybe we should try to talk to them for once."
Hector scratches the back of his head. "We don't even know their true agenda."
Hector: "They keep talkin' to us in riddles 'n incomplete sentences."
ORN: "Only Hicks and Wedge appear capable of reason. If Biggs is there, talk will be fruitless once more."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Well, Biggs just needs a boyfriend."
Pyrtyr: "It sounded like she had two."
Pak: ">_>;"
Pak: "…Well, thanks for the meal. Where will we fight?"
Cassandra Lionheart: "They are afraid of her actually."
Pyrtyr: "In the training room."
Pak sighs, accepting his fate to constantly fight those fools forevermore.
Pak: "…"
[OOC] Pak: …>_> WC.
[OOC] Pak: Are they I:Fatal?
Pyrtyr: "One window. Padding. You slept there."
[OOC] Pak: I know this is metagame, but It'd be boring to wipe them out with my Limit.
[OOC] ORN: perhaps… so how about we wipe them out with both of ours
[OOC] WC GM: They're Notorious. Notorious is auto I: Death.
[OOC] Pak: But not I:Fatal :<
[OOC] ORN: I:Death or I:Fatal?
[OOC] Pak: Sooo…
[OOC] Pak: Well, actually
[OOC] Pak: I'll save it unless they bring minions.)_)
[OOC] Pak: In case we run into a pile of grenades again.
[OOC] WC GM: You just guessed what I'd been planning. :P
ORN: "In the meantime, is there anything you can teach This Group?"
[OOC] Hector: He was planning another grenade fight?
[OOC] Pak: Probably with fewer grenades.
ORN: "It is likely we will be assaulted by whatever new tricks they have"
[OOC] Hector: And scaled properly to our level.
[OOC] WC GM: Not saying anything more about that just now. ;)
[OOC] WC GM: Save that they were level 26.
[OOC] Pak: K.
[OOC] Hector: I've got Mike Haggar standing by to piledriver you if you pull this shit again.
Pak: "Huu."
[OOC] ORN: oh don't worry so much hec, it was fun
Pak stretches~
Pak: "Well, yeah…"
Hector cracks his knuckles.
Hector: "Look at it this way: it'll give us a chance to try out all the new stuff we bought."
Pak: "We still have lots to tell you, we'll fill you in after the fight."
Cassandra Lionheart: "I guess we have to beat these guys again, but it would be nice to talk for once."
ORN nods
Pyrtyr: "Oh, they won't be here for a few hours."
[OOC] Hector: I hope we don't end up fighting TODAY. It's almost 4.
[OOC] WC GM: Nope. Starting to wrap up, in fact.
[OOC] ORN: I'd personally be fine with it till 7 ^^:
Pak: "Oh, okay."
Pak: "Then let's continue the story! n.n"
Pak: "Where'd we leave off…"
[OOC] WC GM: Non-combat today, so 6000 XP & 2000 Gil each.
[OOC] WC GM: Err - 0 Gil, actually.
[OOC] WC GM: C&Ped from wrong place.
[OOC] Hector: BALWZ
[OOC] Hector: Yes, I'm so sad I misspelled it on purpose.
ORN: "This Group had eliminated Bolt. This Group soon-after entered an undersea tunnel leading to what was believed to be mithra lands. Within these tunnels This Group met with the Trombe Unit, then unnamed."
Hector sighs.
Hector: "Trombe. ^_^"
[OOC] ORN: uh oh, now even sakha doesn't have a chance! Its Sanger/Elzam all over!
ORN: "minor digging was required to surface, however two camps of Viera hostile to each-other were found there."
Pak hmms and plays with his skirt a bit.
[OOC] Hector: None of us are Sanger, and Hector's not really Ratsel so much as he is Johnathon from Portrait of Ruin only he doesn't have a magical unuseable whip.
ORN: "Milf, also having gone berserk, was causing them to lack sustenence save for a heavily modified reproductive drive, which allowed them to obtain more energy than would normally be expended, from consuming their own offspring."
[OOC] Pak: …yes.
[OOC] Pak: Er. Yet.
ORN: "Both camps were warring over whether it was preferable to wear fur or tattoos, possibly a pretense due to the scarcity of rapable males to produce food with."
[OOC] Hector: You mean the whip, or no one's Sanger yet?
[OOC] Pak: The whip
[OOC] Pak: :p
Pak smooths his skirt nervously at remembering that.
[OOC] Hector: Felicia's a bit of a "Sangeko", as it were, but she and Hector have yet to develop a friendship of COMBINATION ATTACKS.
Hector chuckles and pats Pak on the head.
ORN: "Some neutrals were found, and This Group aided them in supressing Milf's powers through the elimination of the Viera Leaders."
ORN: "This did not quite go as planned, as the elimination of one caused their reproductive magics to also go berserk, transforming many into large accumulating balls of bouncing necrotic flesh."
ORN: "And no longer the good kind of bouncing, This Unit should specify."
Cassandra_Lionheart begins to get sick again
Pak nods.
Hector: "We managed to take out a lot of the gigantic flesh-chunks with six-foot flaming carrot missiles."
Pak: "It was… gross."
ORN: "As several reached gargantuan proportions, the Neutrals appeared with siege weaponry and grown high-explosive plant-like ammunition"
Felicia: "…"
Hector: "That's just what I said, Orn."
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: brb
Pyrtyr is looking like he is not sure some of this is not made up, but continues to nod and listen.
Pak: "…"
Pak: "Oh, yeah."
Pak: "Pyrtyr, remind me to show you my Gambler skills."
ORN: "The Neutral leader unfortunately died however, due to partial and temporary absorbtion into one of these necrotic structures.."
Pak: "I'm curious if you know anything about them. >_>"
[OOC] Cassandra Lionheart: back
Pak: "…"
Pak quiet.
ORN: "As This Unit recalls she was the remaining essence of Milf, which allowed things to return to normal."
ORN: "This Unit estimates the Viera will now trade ammunition in exchange for foodstuffs, however only time will tell."
Hector: "Accompanying said remaining essence were these small creatures that make a strange sound."
Hector makes a "chrrr" noise. "Like that." He then describes them. "Ever seen one of 'em?"
Hector: "We run into 'em a lot."
ORN: "… Those were… not appreciated. The Trio you mentioned, however, are often found with them. Ravenous beasts and a threat in large numbers"
Pyrtyr raises an eyebrow as the secretary shudders. "The mows? Yes, we've heard of them."
ORN: "With This Group's luck lessons in plasma manipulation will likely lead the Trio to attack the town with flaming variants of these things."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yeah, those guys will do anything to make us chase them."
ORN: "In any case, it was after these events that This Group first entered the underground regions. Magma plugs were in the way, however, requiring several hours of eating. This Unit had never consumed structures with such varying impurities, however, but is now quite used to them."
ORN: "The group of dwarves guarding this section were unaltered by gaia although those found further down were as you likely knew them for a long time."
ORN: "It was around this time that This Group finally caught up with Ahiru's target, though he proved quite obsessed with running away from her for some strange reason."
ORN: "Several beatings by Gaia, petrification, and threats appear to have finally calmed him down, however. You likely know of the events surrounding Gaia's suppression?"
Pyrtyr nods. "That much, I do know."
Pyrtyr: "It is as you said - a forced peace. That's a…charitable way to express what the elemental spirits enforced."
Pak: "Well…"
Pak: "Milf seemed to encourage war. >_>"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yeah.."
Pyrtyr: "Only within her own."
ORN: "This Unit agrees "
Forced Peace" is relatively mild a term for their strangling grips. However, the application of excessive violence appears to fix these details."
Pak: "True!"
Pyrtyr: "The nine true spirits, at least, were content with their domains."
ORN: "And the Tenth would see them all annihilated"
Pyrtyr: "No. They can not be annihilated."
Pyrtyr: "But consider what they are of."
ORN: "The Inhabitants can. As can a large portion of this world."
Pyrtyr: "Pyr, for example. He represents the fire of this planet."
Pak: "…Eh?"
Pyrtyr: "Now, consider."
Pyrtyr puts his hands together in thought. "How much of the planet would you say is fire?"
ORN: "Grav originally set This Group upon its quest… however one of the few clues given to This Group is that the sealing amulet being used may eliminate their influence far more than merely suppressing their conciousness."
Pak: "…"
Pak: "…Um…"
Pak thinks, then points down. "A good amount?"
ORN: "That depends… would the core be considered to be of Gaia or Pyr? or shared equally by both?"
Pyrtyr: "It's molten, so Pyr."
ORN: "This Unit does not know at this time"
Pak: "…Huh…"
Pyrtyr: "S'far as I know, anyway."
ORN: "… hm."
Pyrtyr: "This has allowed Pyr to retain…SOME clarity of thought."
Pak: "…Oh!"
Pyrtyr: "Though even he's been affected."
Pak: "But isn't a lot of the planet Gaia too?"
Pak: "And she turned people to stoone."
Pyrtyr: "The solid crust is, yes."
ORN: "The consequences could be quite far-reaching. This Unit hopes no sealing will have to be performed. It has been forced upon This Group, leaving This Group with little other choice in the moment, several times already, often through the machinations of that trio."
ORN: "This Unit hopes Pyr understands this and is willing to talk."
ORN: "This Unit does not trust the current sealing method any more than Biggs."
Hector: "Man, this is seriously complex stuff."
Pyrtyr steeples his fingers. "…no. No, you probably will have to seal Pyr as well."
Pak: "Containing the spirits doesn't seem to have had any negative effects… yet…"
Pyrtyr: "Tell me, what exactly does this sealing process involve?"
ORN: "The area flooded with magma as soon as Gaia was sealed was it not?"
Hector chuckles in sort of a melancholy manner. "Completely not what I signed up for, but what can ya do 'cept see it to the end?"
Cassandra Lionheart: "We have to beat the spirit.
ORN: "Annihilation of the avatar's physical form followed by … …"
ORN points at ahiru
ORN: "Whatever it is Ahiru does to put them in there."
ORN: "This Unit focuses on the first phase."
Pyrtyr looks at Ahiru. "…I see."
Pak: "This rabbit form…"
Cassandra Lionheart: "We don't like to do it, but sometimes they strike first."
Pak: "Is a combination of the form of the two Viera leaders."
Pak: "Who contained the power of Milf."
ORN: "This Unit does not mind giving out such a detail at this time for one simple reason: annihilation of the physical form seems to return some modicum of reasoning to the spirit, at least for a time."
Pyrtyr: "No. No, I don't imagine you would enjoy such a task."
Cassandra_Lionheart looks down "We would like to try to talk things out first for once."
ORN: "It would certainly make for a variation of the usual psychotic humanoid avatars assaulting This Group on sight"
Pyrtyr sighs. "If this is what I think it is…no, you will need the power of the spirits to see this through. And you'll need them sealed."
Hector: "What do you think it is?"
Pyrtyr: "Well…for example. Gaia."
Pyrtyr: "I don't think Gaia was attacking you out of insanity."
Cassandra_Lionheart sighs "Figures. No one talks anymore."
ORN: "An explanation of its functions and reasoning would most definitely be appreciated."
ORN: "?"
Pak: "No? Then…"
Pyrtyr: "Consider what would happen, if the moon were to crash."
Pak: "Lots of people would die."
Hector: "Hell, we'd all be dead."
Pak: "And the land would be damaged, maybe even destroyed."
ORN: "… the land would certainly be damaged beyond recognition."
Hector: "I don't think anythin' would be left, probably not even fish that live at the bottom of the ocean."
ORN: "But should this not be enough to entirely shatter the world, Gaia would have a large mass of fresh new mass to assimilate…"
Pyrtyr nods. "Think of it from the spirits' perspective. Only Milf, and maybe Min and Plu, would care about your death."
ORN shuts up, stares and darkens
ORN: "You say they have every reason to allow this"
Pyrtyr nods at ORN. "Exactly. And a lot of it would be thrown off, away from the planet."
Pyrtyr: "Well, Gaia did."
Cassandra_Lionheart shakes her head
Pak: "…"
Pyrtyr: "Pyr, obviously, opposes this for the same reason."
ORN: "You are saying the heat generated on impact would likely please Pyr"
Hector: "The spirits don't like us and want us off the planet?"
ORN: "but in the long run harm him severely"
Pak: "…Milf…"
ORN: "?"
Pak: "Milf wasn't attacking us."
Pak: "Not really specifically. She really did go insane."
Hector: "Y'think, maybe, Milf was tryin' to take a body so strong that it could survive the impact?"
Pak: "And Bolt was trying to keep people from discovering the truth about what was going to happen…!"
Pak: "!!!"
Pak: "That's!?!"
Cassandra Lionheart: "So wait, what ARE we doing then?"
Pak: "That's why they revolted at the firing of the Volcannon?!"
[OOC] Pak: The time of the Execution… HAS CHANGED!
Hector: "Let the moon crash, wipe out all life 'cept what Milf's become, then Milf remakes life and the spirits steer it towards somethin' a little more friendly to them?"
Pyrtyr: "As part of the creation of the Volcannon, we had to infuse the elemental spirits with power…but not JUST power."
Pyrtyr: "We gave them awareness as well."
Pyrtyr: "And with awareness came instinct, emotion…and greed."
Hector: "So, tell us this."
Hector: "Is Grav still on our side?"
ORN: "Milf would not appreciate such massive loss of life. Gaia would appreciate the overall increase in mass, This Unit can certainly understand that…"
ORN: "Bolt, However…"
Pyrtyr: "Still? From what you've told me, I think Grav's been using you from the start."
Pyrtyr: "But to defeat Grav, you're going to have to walk right into the trap."
Cassandra Lionheart: "I think we have also."
ORN: "The increased mass would certainly please Grav in its own way."
Pak: "…"
Pak: "Bolt…"
Pak: "Bolt could use the added metal to make more machines."
ORN: "…. It is possible"
Pak: "…Wait!"
Pyrtyr: "Tell me. This Refuge of yours. Bolt had dominion there, yes? What was it like?"
Cassandra Lionheart: "I don't know what to think now."
Pak: "It was…"
Hector: "…Milf and Bolt, workin' together to make man-machine things?"
ORN: "Milf would be nearly out of the equation, but with the added metals and crystaline structures, Bolt could in a way have become the new spirit governing 'life' "
Pak dizzies.
Pak: "Wait, but what about Mer?"
Pak: "Is… is there water on the moons?"
Hector: "Y'drop a stone into water, the water level goes up."
Pyrtyr: "One thing at a time. Let's figure out Bolt first."
Pak: "R, right."
ORN: "But no more water is added, Hector. In fact more is lost from the impact, the oceans boiling away."
Pak: "Pyr and Gaia are obvious."
Pak: "Milf… it's hard to tell, so let's start with Bolt."
Pak: "Bolt…"
ORN: "A shattered core can ruin Pyr's heat…"
Pak: "Bolt wanted people to worship him!"
ORN nods at Pak
Pak: "There were big shrines to him."
Pak: "And he was creating robots to enforce the peace."
ORN: "But only two things truly worshipped him"
Pak: "Wiping out monsters…"
ORN: "His machinae creations, and the tech-school which powers its creations in the same way."
Hector: "If people don't keep killing monsters, they don't get stronger, I guess."
Pyrtyr: "While I travelled in the dwarven capitol, I felt something different, but aspected to Bolt, far above."
Pak: "…Ah?"
ORN: "In addition, the only 'life' left after such an impact would be built directly to such specifications."
Pak: "There… is also the mechanical city."
Hector: "Plainsburg."
Pyrtyr: "Is Refuge above the dwarven capitol?"
ORN nods
Hector: "Lots of moogles live in Plainsburg."
Pyrtyr: "DIRECTLY above?"
ORN: "The Volcannon area is closer to Mountainsburg"
ORN: "However the kingdom is above that general area, yes. And Refuge was led by bolt."
Pak: "Their King was his avatar."
ORN: "Its entirely possible given the scale of the Dwarven Capitol"
Pyrtyr nods. "You've been to Mountainsburg, yes? There's something Bolt-related there. Something that empowered Bolt, far beyond anything that existed when the Volcannon was fired."
ORN nods
Pyrtyr: "I just wish I knew what it was."
ORN: "?"
Hector: "The shrine?"
ORN: "… Could he be refering to the moogle ships?"
Pak: "There was a shrine…"
Hector: "We were too busy throwing snowballs at the machines and trying to get 'em to fall into water 'n explode to worry about anythin' else."
Pyrtyr: "This felt…different from worship."
ORN: "… Likely a power source"
Pyrtyr: "Power what?"
Hector: "A gigantic…electrical…machine?"
Pak: "Uhh…"
ORN: "The primary powerplant of refuge kingdom"
Hector: "I wouldn't know. We didn't have electricity in Shaft."
ORN: "… Consider it an energy generation source for lightning"
Pyrtyr blinks at ORN. "…what?"
ORN: "This Unit is unsure of the details. However everyone knows a giant water-retention device producing high amounts of energy is located there"
Pytryr twitches. "Bolt found…a way to generate…himself?"
Pak: "…"
ORN: "… with the aid of Grav, Gaia and Mer, as one could consider it."
Pak: "Well…"
Pak: "He needed people and machines…"
Pak: "To run and maintain it, but yes."
ORN: "There are different ways to produce lightning. Striking metal on stone is an example."
Pyrtyr: "People and machines - like the ones he was keeping focused on the task. Now that's starting to make sense."
ORN: "Mountainsburg uses a large mass of water going through the structure"
Hector: "I think Bolt's job was to fascinate us with machines to keep us ignorant of the impending doom."
Hector: "So we get complacent and weak."
Hector: "And dammit, it worked so well!"
Pak: "But…"
Pyrtyr: "Tell me, did any of these machines - any that you've ever heard of - include a possible escape route for Bolt?"
Pak: "…Escape RoutE?"
Pak: "You mean like if the planet hit?"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Never thought of that."
ORN: "The plant houses a method of transforming this motion into electricity. This Unit has never actually seen it, but was told the process is similar to a windmill or tech-school sentinel engines"
ORN: "Escape?"
Pyrtyr: "Yes. Some way for Bolt, and whoever he took with him, to leave the planet."
Pak: "…"
Pak scratches his head.
ORN: "Unknown."
Pak: "There's Plainsburg."
Pak: "The city is basically a giant machine. It can even move."
Pyrtyr: "Plainsburg?"
Pak: "But… It can't fly."
ORN: "… Lightning can be fired…"
Hector: "Milf's got the spaceship in her area."
Pak: "But it crashed."
ORN: "… A spaceship is not required given a large enough system."
Hector: "I'm sure that could just be replicated a few thousand times and strapped to Plainsburg, right?"
ORN fires a lightning bolt straight into the wall
Hector: "Or maybe there's a catapult or somethin' somewhere. Y'know, like Plainsburg's an arrow."
Pyrtyr nods. "So. Bolt was being a coward."
Hector: "Put it in a 'bow' and 'shoot' it upwards."
Pak: "We were told that to make a flying machine, we'd need to… get the power of Pyr and Mer."
ORN: "All it would take is a lot of metal, a lot of spare power, and he could escape with little trouble."
Pak: "Steam power."
Pyrtyr: "…maybe not a coward, then."
Pyrtyr: "But planning to come back around and dominate the other spirits."
Hector: "What a jerk."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Probably."
Pak: "Well…"
Pak: "Presumably…"
Pak: "With Plainsburg's technology, he could flee to a safe place far from the place the moon will fall on."
ORN: "… or establish himself on the original moon"
Pak: "Who knows…"
Pak: "…Hey, wait."
Pak: "Before we head on to Milf, though, why did you say Plu and Min wouldn't support this?"
ORN: "In any case… such an 'escape device', with Bolt currently sealed…. could be what This Group needs…"
Pyrtyr: "Consider what Plu and Min are."
[OOC] Hector: I FORGOT.
Pyrtyr: "The spirits of Holy and Shadow."
[OOC] WC GM: There. :P
Hector: "Shadow? As in, where it's dark?"
ORN stares kinda blankly
ORN: "This Unit has no idea what they enjoy."
Pyrtyr shakes his head. "Only by metaphor. They are morality and sin. Subjective forces given meaning only by minds complex enough to understand such concepts."
Pak: "…?"
Hector: "…the spirits understand morality and sin?"
Pak: "…That's… ah, I see."
Pyrtyr: "They ARE morality and sin."
ORN: "… … Aren't they just a power source?"
Pyrtyr: "In a sense."
Cassandra_Lionheart blinks "Why hurt us then? With out us, they would stop to exsist."
Pak: "So… unlike the other spirits…"
Pak: "They actually understand that planet destruction=Bad."
Pyrtyr nods to Cassandra. "Which is why they might be opposed."
ORN: "… Cassie, that is why he stated they would likely be opposed to our annihilation"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Sorry. ORN I'm trying to digest this."
ORN: "Pyr would not exist without heat. They cannot exist without morality, correct?"
Pyrtyr: "That said, the other spirits themselves MIGHT give Plu and Min continued existence."
Hector: "For whatever new life Milf makes?"
ORN: "But that would be an extreme risk"
Pyrtyr: "Quite extreme."
ORN: "And This Unit suspects Milf would have competition this time around, given a clean slate…"
Pyrtyr: "Plu and Min are twins - closer related than Pyr and his new opposite."
ORN: "Unless they can survive, albeit in a weaker form uniquely from the spirits, the newer creations, given Bolt's influence, would be incapable of morality"
Pak: "New… opposite?"
Pak: "Huh?"
ORN: "…"
ORN points at sakha for half a second
Pyrtyr: "I wish I knew more about it, but…something happened to Chilla."
ORN: "Cold"
ORN: "ice."
Pyrtyr: "I've felt it through Pyr."
ORN: "?"
Cassandra Lionheart: "That is bad."
Pyrtyr looks at Sakha. "Whatever it is, it's older than her."
ORN: "This Unit simply meant her use of ice magic."
ORN: "Similar opposition to Pak"
Pak: "…Chilla…?"
Pak: "Oh."
ORN pictures Pyr and Chilla as Pak and Sakha now anyways
Pak: "Well… that is rather worrying…"
Pak: "What could have happened?"
Pyrtyr: "Whatever it is, you'll need to find Chilla before you can see what her take is on it."
Pak: "Okay… So…"
ORN: "What of Plu and Min?"
Pak: "We're left with… the air and water spirits, right?"
Pyrtyr nods. "Aer and Mer."
Cassandra Lionheart: "We need to find Chilla?"
ORN: "This Unit was not aware that morality could power Units…"
Pak: "Hm."
Pak: "I don't know why they'd support this yet."
ORN: "If it worries Pyr… that means in the long run, Chilla comes out on top… A frozen lack of a world."
Hector: "I think we should probably go get as much information as possible before we start to run ourselves in circles."
Pyrtyr: "Aer MIGHT find support from dust. Maybe."
Pyrtyr: "Mer would almost certainly oppose it."
ORN: "But… with nothing to try and cool, She would have no reason to her existance, just as Pyr alone would consume all and then be left with nothing, correct?"
ORN: "Perhaps she can be reasoned with."
Pak: "Right."
Pyrtyr: "Pyr isn't the consumption, but the energy itself."
Pak: "…But Pyr will need to be captured."
Cassandra Lionheart: "Hopefully she can. We don't need to fight."
Pyrtyr: "Chilla is…or, WAS the same."
ORN: "The heat, not the flames?"
Pak: "I hope she didn't melt. D:"
Pak: "That'd be bad news for Sakha!"
ORN: "Chilla was energy? but… cold is lack of it is it not?"
Pak: "Gyuu."
Pak: "This is getting complicated."
Pak: "…"
Pak: "Okay, so we figured out Pyr, Gaia and Bolt, mostly."
Pak: "So why was Milf…?"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Too complicated."
ORN: "This Unit would claim it is safe to assume Milf may have outright gone berserk both by the loss of life upon the firing attempt and at the prospect of her own 'element' being annihilated in a massive scale"
ORN: "Had she been both capable of reasoning and not opposed to the crash, she could just as easily simply cut off most life, leaving only those directly linked to other elements such as the current subterranean Elvaan are and the dwarves were"
ORN: "And even then.."
Pak: "It could also have to do with the Viera…"
Pak: "A new, maybe even alien, life form?"
ORN: "Not alien enough to be incapable of thriving on this world."
ORN: "They likely simply found themselves in a unique situation given their particular reproductive issues"
ORN: "Other races did not have the same problem, after all"
Pak: "I kinda wish we could communicate with the spirits."
Pyrtyr smiles a bit.
Pak: "I mean, Ahiru can speak with Grav, right?"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Yeah. This is really confusing now."
Pak: "Why can't she hear the spirits of those she's absorbed?"
ORN: "They may not wish to speak"
ORN: "Given what was learned"
[OOC] Pak: We'll probably wrap up soon, it's 4:30 >_>;
Pyrtyr: "I need to make some rounds. Let's meet in the training room just after lunch."
[OOC] Pak: Sorry, PLOT makes WORDS appear
Pak: "Ok~"
Cassandra Lionheart: "Okay, sir."
Pyrtyr sighs. "And then…we'll see if you really are what you say…"//

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