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  1. Higuu

    The Crescent Hammer // Fight Club

    She jams a couple more plates together. "Well, sure, I don't care if we walk around. Might be a bit dangerous for you, though- not because of MMG, just 'cause... It's Blairville. If you're not careful, some kid playing with magical fireworks'll accidentally ram one up your nose." Expecting a question, she answers preemptivelly. "MMG = Mad Murder Giant." She glances back at him with a dubious look on her face. "So how bad is this 'magic screw-up' stuff? Like, if you walk past a MRad, does it just.. blow up?.. Man, that'd suck. You wouldn't be able to listen to music." "... Say, what type of music DO you listen to? ... Do you, at all? I mean, like, if you didn't that'd be real sad." She frowns, clicking another piece together. "Dude, I just realized something. I'm gonna basically go to hell and possibly not back with you, and I know nearly nothing about you." Arsinia sets down the helm she was working on, and starts listing off things, ticking them down with her fingers. "You fight a lot, you kill a lot, it's your job, you piss off a lot of people, your partner is a pervert and an ass, you don't like him al, that much, you're involved in some shady shit, you heal overnight, and.. magic doesn't like you. Also, your measurements- and you are incredibly jumpy." She grins at him. "I mean, I'll probably die 'cause of ya, and I know like.. only some very basic shit." Cocking her head, she continues. "How about this- I ask you anything and you gotta answer, and you can do the same for me. And before you object, please remember something- you're essentially my charity case and my lifeline. Whatever the hell we're goin' inta, we're goin' together. Might as well talk to each other for fucks sake." She waves her hand dismissively. "And there is no way I'm gonna try this with Flamey, cause he'll jus' make some pervy move or joke, and I'll feel very inclined to smash his skull in." She stops talking, realizing that she's just repeating herself over and over. Laughing a bit, she taps the table absentmindedly. "Damn, that feels a bit demanding. Sorry, I can get a little.. out of character sometimes." She grins, finding some slightly sociopathic amusement in his hunger. "Hungry?" Walking past him and back out into the shop, she's gone for a couple minutes before coming back. When she returns, she flings a metal cylinder off-balance at him, causing it to do cartwheels midair. Pulling a random stool out from who knows where, she kicks it toward him. "Here!" Pulling another out, she sits heavily. Slamming the cylinder down on her work table and getting back to work, she tips in towards her mouth. "Smoothies," she explains without any other context. "Not the best, but something. Also.. I don't know exactly what's in it, but I am 97% certain that it wasn't made with or around anything magical. My best guess is that it's some odd tropical fruit mix with a very large amount of something sugary." She shrugs. "Drink it or wait a couple hours for noodles or somethin'."
  2. Higuu

    The Crescent Hammer // Fight Club

    She glances of to him. "Uh, well, I guess I technically don't know? Like, I'm just-" she tries to say something and stutters. Frowning, she stares back at the furnace. "Just heating it up to a million degrees and just using it like any other metal." She shivers, despite the hellish heat wafting from the flames a couple feet away. "Eugh. This dumb adrenaline shiz sure ups your energy, but it sure as hell can't help my thinking. I keep forgetting words.. Having, whatchacallit, tip-of-the-tongue moments? Haha, I'm rambling. Whatever, this is MY house, and if I so please to drill out your eardrums, I have the full and entire right to do so!" Saying the last couple sentences in a haughty British accent, she laughs. Snapping a couple extra pieces together, she looks down on a finished product. "Hey, m' think I'm done with this bit." In front of her, on a sturdy hardwood counter, is a pitch black chestplate that seems to be fastened together with some leathery-looking flexible material. "This should provide you with sufficient protection to your abdomen." Grabbing onto the bottom of it, she tosses it towards Zack. "Try it on!"
  3. Higuu

    The Crescent Hammer // Fight Club

    Suddenly, she stops. "Oh, hell. I forgot. Yeah, I gotta take measurements now. I guess it slipped my mind? Usually I use this special sort of charm on my suits so it fits the user, but, well... That's magic. Sorry, sorry." She drops whatever the hell she's doing, and walks over to him. Looking him up and down, a light blush spreads across her face. "Okay, uh, this might take a bit- I can take measurements just fine, yeah, but I mean- I don't do it all that often." She stares at him. When he doesn't move, she grabs part of his arm and pulls him roughly off the crate. "If you've forgotten, I'm not exactly the perfect height for this." She pushes him into a more open area, and drags the crate over. Hopping onto the top of it, she's a little taller than Zack. Barking out a laugh, she smiles. "Ha! I'm taller than you now! Now I'M the one looking down on YOU!" She gets quiet, and then jumps off the crate and starts running around grabbing stuff, mainly measuring tools. She runs over to him and starts using the super-old technique of wrapping a piece of string around his waist, and then measuring the string to get the proper number- Ah. I'm rambling. This goes on for a couple minutes, while she writes down numbers in a random book the came out of seemingly nowhere, takes measurements, and mutters to herself. Near the end, when she is measuring his shoulders (with the help of standing on the crate), her expression is suddenly changed to one of confusion. She says something to herself under her breath, hops off the crate, and writes down a number. --What the heck?..-- _________________ After measuring Zack and writing down all the necessary numbers, she starts "metal"working again. Shaping the material into several different-sized plates, she starts to take other materials and fit the plates together with other things. "Hey, do you have a name for this?" She snorts. "If not, what if we called it, like, Darkium?" Her dumb smile falters as she tries to remember something. "Wait, correct me if I'm wrong, but is͞n̷'̸t̕ that from P͝͏̺̼o̷̡͇̭͈̝̩͈̯̕k̷͙̗é͘҉̖̤̳̝̬̦ͅ-?" She cuts off, and then continues her work. _________________
  4. Higuu

    The Azatar Assembly (IC)

    Hearing distant echoes and signs of commotion, she tilts her head as if she were a dog, and focuses hard on listening. After a couple seconds, Seri sighs. Something worthwhile, perhaps. Investigate? It may yield interesting results. She quietly murmurs to herself, providing her own conversation. Walking further into the metal tube, she realizes that there may be other people in here. And if I were to startle someone, the outcome may be unfavorable to my health. Realizing this, she begins to sing loudly, to the tune of a popular quickstep song. Oh, ho! Oh, ho- explore the vent we go, into the darkness and the dim~ who knows what we'll find below? Oh, ho! Oh, ho- who knows where it goes? Let's find out this new mys-ter-y, and in the darkness go! Despite the cheery tune and feel of the song, her voice is in some odd way, empty- as though there is no real feeling behind the words.
  5. Higuu

    The Crescent Hammer // Fight Club

    Arsinia snorts. "Well, as you seem to show time and time again, this thing isn't magic. Therefore, yes, it obviously could have some limit. I just don't have the means necessary for trying to FIND said limit at this time. So, you wouldn't be invincible- and, also, the original idea for strategically placed bits to make you unrecognizable should be thrown out the window. The color change of your skin probably isn't the material spreading- it's some odd reaction. So, the kinetic reflection should only be active where the actual stuff is." Tapping on the disk with her finger, she sighs. "I'll probably have to make you a full armor set, or at least some form of chestplate or helmet. If I can figure out why and how this stuff reflects energy, I should also be able to try and find a way to make it more flexible and easier to fight in. Honestly, the best way to go about this if you don't want a full suit is to just put the stuff around your blind spots." Picking up the disk and flinging it into the forge again, she walks to the flames. "Either way, I'm rambling, and I need to get started so I can make the damn thing in time." Sticking her hands into the fire again, she starts flattening the whole thing. "And, Zack? No matter what design we go with, you'll be slower. You know how much this stuff weighs. There's no way around physical properties."
  6. Higuu

    The Crescent Hammer // Fight Club

    She nodded mindlessly, not absorbing the fact that Zack had referred to the man as a "body"- apparently dead. She'd figure it out later. As she kept messing with the material, she started wondering if maybe she could find a way to make it more.. Flexible. If it was stiff as a board when it cooled all the time, then there were a couple possibilities- it could be shattered, or shatter every weapon that came into high-velocity contact with it, whenever something hit it the sound would reverberate like a bell and cause confusion, (rather violently) rattle the one wearing the armor, and possibly hearing damage. If she could find some way to have it reflect the kinetic energy back on- Wait! That was it! She grabbed a small chunk, and started the process of making a small, flat disk. When she was done and the material was a sufficient size, she set it on the anvil and picked up a small hammer. Tapping the black disk gently, the hammer bounced back easily- and she smiled. "I've got it!" Arsinia hollered excitedly. "The fact of the matter is, this stuff isn't really all that durable- it just has some odd properties that make it so that whenever anything hits it, it nearly doubles the energy and reflects it back! So, basically, it isn't really being hit as hard as you think it is- because it just bends the energy back at-" she goes silent, realizing something. "That's... That's literally what I do with magic..." "Well, you've heard of the laws of physics before, right? 'Every action must have an equal and opposite reaction'- this stuff is essentially breaking that rule. It's.. I'm no good at explaining this stuff.. Let's just explain it in a more numerical matter." "In this scenario, let's give a number scale to the force I use. One would be a light tap, and ten would be.. Essentially the force it takes to bend steel. Now, if I hit the material with a force of three, it wouldn't absorb all that energy. It takes the three, doubles it into six, and throws five back at you, because it's essentially impossible for it to take no damage. In the end, you'd be hit with five, and the material would be hit with one." ".. Am I making sense?"
  7. Higuu

    The Azatar Assembly

    Oof. Well, we'll finish in July at this pace. Whomstove shall post next?
  8. Higuu

    The Azatar Assembly (IC)

    Seri upped her pace as the wreckage came into view. Something churned in her gut, and she paused. "Hesitancy. Fear? Apprehension..? Or.. hm.." Tick, tick, tick. Three more feelings. Despite how odd she was feeling, she trekked on. The heat from the surrounding ground rose up, giving some feeling to her cold feet. Odd- was there fire? No, that was ridiculous. It must be the levels of insulation that the dirt provides, trapping heat from the "explosion" underground, seeping up at such a pace to create a pleasent warmth. As she stepped carefully into a slightly cylindrical chunk of metal, the heat increased a bit. Metal conducts temperatures better; Seri told herself silently. As she started to explore the dark, iron-y tube, her footsteps echoed loudly. Bored already, she starts humming again, and yelling into the darkness. Stuff like, "Hello theeeeeere; Hello there! Why thank you; thank you! How is your day; your day? Oh, no you go first; go first. Oh, fine, my day is fine; my day is fine. Talk to you later; to you later!" She keeps this weird echo-game up for a while, waiting for something interesting to happen.
  9. Higuu

    The Crescent Hammer // Fight Club

    Arsinia stares at Zack in horror. This dude... What.. Strong.. How is he so.. "No..." She says hesitantly. "I don't... know.. do you?" She huffs, staring at the man's mangled face. "Didn't you go...A bit, Uh, words.. Over.. Plank?... No.. Hum.. Over.. Board?" The mess of blood, flesh, and bone in front of her twitches a bt, and she cringes away, averting her gaze. She hugs herself, rubbing her bare arms. "Intense.." She mutters, taking even, shallow breaths. "Is this.. How you always fight?" Weakly, a hand waves towards the body. "It's a little.." A long pause. "Glad yer on my.. ish.. side.." A nervous laugh emanates. "Um." For a second, she glances back at the man. "I think we have to.. I dunno, call the authories? I mean, a dude attacked us, and I guess this was self defense, but I think ye may have killed him, and, well, I don't want to be pegged as a murderur, because that wouldn't be good for really anyone involved, cause I'm not- I can't, uh, well.." She stops herself and realizes how long she's been talking. Rubbing the heels of her palms into her eyes, she groans, and starts back towards the forge, before realizing she doesn't even have the material she was working on anymore. She looks around wildly for it, and spots it near the man. With a stifled groan she walks over, and scoots as far away from him as possible. Bending down to grab the bubbling black mess on the ground, she scoops it all up, walks back over to the forge, and dumps it in. Arsinia glances back at Zack, pointing into the flames. "Uh, yeah, you know I'm just gonna carry on, because I don't want to think about the implications of this, so, um, yes, just shout at me if you want to tell me something, In the meanwhile I'll be acting fairly mindlessly, yes, yes, good talk, I am glad we had it, do whatever the heck you want, I need to do a job-" Child, child, let me know, how high does trauma level go? -me; attempting to be, how you say.. U kno whut who tf cares.
  10. Higuu

    The Crescent Hammer // Fight Club

    She spun towards the man, the material still in her fingers. "ExcUSE ME?! DID YOU JUST CALL ME-" "A DWARF?!" Hot breath hissed between her teeth. "Did you just- seriously- excuse me, but-" Her grip tightened, and she turned her entire body towards him. "I, I just- I just heard you right, did I? Did I just hear you right? Because- you- you better HOPE I didn't just hear you right, you- you-" She yells, frusterated. "You fat old man! Idiot wizard! Worthless... mugger!" With these last words, she throws the super-heated metal at the man, tiny melted droplets flying. Startled, his focus on freezing Zack weakens, and he blocks the molten chunk with his magic. Annoyed that her tactic had not worked, she runs towards the man and starts kicking at his shins, screaming unmentionables and yelling jumbled words. "I- DON'T- HAVE- A- SAFE- ANYWAYS!" In a haze, she decides to end the shin-kicking with a punch at his jaw, but misses... Huh. This is fun. She's nearly useless. and then i dont know what else to do so haha yeah short post also might not respond as often continuing now? sorry about that but, uh, life happens. くツマ
  11. Higuu

    The Crescent Hammer // Fight Club

    Arsinia just looked at him with a blank expression, her hands still holding the sphere, arms still in the flames. After an awkward beat, she yanks her hands out and shakes them, and stares down at them, confused. "What the fuck?" She mutters. "I didn't even.." Her sleeves are now singed, unlike the last time. She looks back up with a slightly worried expression. "Uh.. Well, I mean,..." Her gaze wanders, and then her attention snaps back into place. "Ah, um, yeah, why the hell not, my... brain... isn't really.. Ah, frick, I can't even put, uh... Words. I can't put words together..." Trailing off, she just stares at Zack's face. "..." "Okay, be uh, honest, with me... how, um, how..." She starts muttering to herself, her brow creased. After a minute of awkwardness, she groans and stomps over to Zack. "You know what, screw it, it's either this, magic, or passing out." "... I can't remember how to do the magic stuff." Snatching the vial from his hands, she scoffs angrily at the height difference. Jabbing the needle violently into the crook of her elbow, she winces. "shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I didn't even take my sleeve off. Shit. Shit. Shit. Ow. That hurts. Okay. Crap. Heckin'... God.. Darn it..." Her hands shake as she squeezes down on the vial. When it's about a fourth of the way empty, she just stands there dazed with the needle sticking into her. "Uh." "Um!" Panicked, her head swings back and forth. "I'm sorry, what the flip? How am I- Okay, I'm dumb, I'm dumb, why did I just do that- why the actually flying HECK did I just inject an experimental DRUG into my arm-" She blinks her eyes hard. "Well. Okay. Wow. That's.. New." Registering what actually happened to her she rips the needle out of her skin, yelping in pain. "Okay. Okay. This is- fracking weird. Why- why is.. Why is everything..?" She sways, and sits down on the floor cross-legged. "Okay, uh, Zack, is it normal for this to happen? Why, uh, I can't really-" She cringes. "I have the most killer migraine and a nice unhealthy dose of tunnel vision right now, and I feel like running a marathon.. Urk-" She doubles over, and coughs into her hands. "... And I feel sick as all heck, but I'm not." Standing up suddenly, she looks around. "Okay. Okay. I can do this. You know what? This isn't too bad. I've done smithing in worse condit- wait. No, I haven't. Hmm." Spinning towards Zack, she plasters a smile on her face- however, it doesn't look very natural. More like that of a drunk persons'. "Ooh, wow, that gave me a kick. Hey, Zane, I think I'm high. Yeah. I might be. Anyhow, Jack, I don't think I'll be able to sleep for a while. Or sit still longer than thirty seconds. Or stop saying whatever the hell I think. Yeah, yeah, I'll start working. Just be careful of flying hammers!" She gives him a dumb little wink and a two-fingered salute, spinning on one foot towards the forge. She giggles- "heh! Yup! I'm high! I'm ssuuuuUUUUUUUppper high. Or am I drunk? Is this being drunk? Hm. No. I didn't drink anything, so- wait. But that was a liquid. Am I high? Or am I drunk? Haha! Who knows?" She hums randomly, and grabbing random things from around the workshop and laying them out on a large wooden table. She starts rolling up her sleeves, but then looks at them, reconsidering. With an "aw, fuck it." shrug, she literally rips them off, and throws them onto the table. She claps her hands with a giddy look on her face, and stands in front of the forge. Glancing back at Zack, she laughs. "Ya wanna see some... MAGIC?!" Laughing crazily she sticks her hands back into the flames and grabs onto the material, beginning to work it into a thinner, flatter shape. After a minute or so, she yells back at Zack, "Yup! I'm high, not drunk!" She snorts, trying to cover up her laugh, and starts humming loudly.
  12. Higuu

    The Azatar Assembly (IC)

    Seri kicked a stone on the ground as she meandered through the pinewood forest. There was nothing for her to do, and her gaze wandered as she idly chatted with the enqui next to her. "Boredom," she thought, mentally listing all possible emotions she could be having right now. "Dejected. Sad. Annoyed." Suddenly, she realized that there was a group of enquis up ahead. Upping her pace, she walked over. "Hello," she began. "Curiosity." "Why are you all here?" To any bystander, it would seem as though she was talking to thin air. "A crash, there was a crash." one whispered quietly. "Dead, dead, some of them are dead. Most of them are dead. They fell from the sky." her odd, sing-songy voice cracked through the otherwise silent forest. "There was a fire! A fire! A great big fire. A firework from heaven! They were shot down, I bet. Totally shot down. So sad, so sad." "Ah, where was this?" "That waaay~~" Seri tipped her head sideways slightly. "That seems... interesting. If I were to go, I wonder if I would learn anything?" Without waiting for an answer, she began trekking in the direction the enqui had indicated. "Excitement."
  13. Higuu

    The Crescent Hammer // Fight Club

    She barks out a short laugh, this one actually making noise. "To be totally honest, I'm not entirely sure." After a second of thinking, she gives him an odd look. "Okay, that was a lie, I know exactly what it is, but I'm still not used to it." Giving a small sigh, she drops her hands from her face and looks at her palms. "Those flames over there in the fire? They technically are normal fire, but they're fueled by this kinda magical gas, if you can call it that.. Yeah, so, last time I checked, my body can kinda.." She twirls one of her fingers in the air towards the forge, as though in a "crazy" gesture. "I dunno; it sucks up the magic around me and redirects it." She stares back at Zack. "And, uh... You saw the blue stuff, right?.. Well, I don't know if it would actually burn somebody or if it's just, like.." She makes little jazz hands. "Special effects. Also, I don't know how I do it, I've just been able to do it since I was b-" she cuts herself off, and frowns. Backtracking, she starts talking again. "I've been able to do it for a pretty long time now. Don't know why." She yawns, covering her mouth. "Mm.. Yup. I just haven't done it for a while. Guess the skill kinda.. atrophied. Got a bit weaker. Redirecting energy takes energy, so..." "Guess I'm just a bit tired. Nothing I can't handle, though. I should be able to wake up pretty well if I just, I dunno, hit myself?" She looks dubious. "Or I could just stick my hands in the fire again. Without redirecting it." A long pause. "Okay. Nevermind, my logic processing center is down." Yet another pause. ".. Okay. That makes me sound like a computer. Which I'm not. And, uh..." An unfocused frown covers her face. "Damn. I'm rambling." "Uh, anyhow, if I just constantly melt down the stuff you gave me, I should start getting tired less easily and uh... And I won't have it finished as fast. Crap. Ah, well, I should have it done in like.. Two days? ... That.. Might be stressing it." She stares up at Zack's eyes. "Hey, you think you or your friend could go get me, like, a couple gallons of coffee? 'Cause... Imma need it." Pushing heavily off from the anvil, she places her feet back on solid ground and wobbles. She mutters a curse, and then rights herself using the large metal surface. Her fingers grip into the dent that was put there previously. "Yyyyyup. I'm a bit tired."
  14. Higuu

    The Crescent Hammer // Fight Club

    Arsinia never paused from her work, using a large pair of tongs to move the material into the fire. "My name is Arsinia. I don't exactly feel like divulging my last name at this point in time, so you'll have to live with that." She paused, and then laughed a bit to herself. "'Course, It isn't really.. My given name, but it sure as hell feels like the real one at this point." Turning, she faced him and pulled off the large pair of heat-resistant gloves she'd been wearing. "Yours was... Zack? And I hear that crazy guy call the flaming perv Charlie. Am I right?" "'N' yeah, you can chill out here." She takes a second, thinking. "Although... It is hotter out here than in..." Saying this, she remembers something. "Is your hand all right?" She walks over to him and grabs the hand, inspecting it clinically. "I've got some first-aid shiz for burns. God knows how often you get 'em when you're a smithy." Dropping it, she turns around and goes to check on the fire. "Darn," she mutters. "This might have a higher melting point than obsidian.." She grabs a metal pole from a nearby rack, poking the black material. "It hasn't changed color, density, or shape... It doesn't seem to register the presence of heat..." She frowned, trying to think of a way to work with the damn stuff. She groans and her neck goes back so she's looking at the ceiling. "I can't believe it." She glances back at Zack, debating. Coming to a decision, she walks over to him and pushes him closer to the door, and then points at the ground. "You," she says gruffly, "Stay here. I don't want to accidentally hurt you. I doubt anything'll happen, but you'd probably die if something DID." She walks back to the fire and cracks her knuckles. Turning back to look at him, she gives off a little nervous grin. "Try not to freak out? I'll be totally fine, don't worry. I've just never had anyone around me when I've done this, so I don't know what would happen if you were to..." She trails off. Taking a deep breath, she sticks her hands into the fire. She winces, but the flames don't seem to burn her. The air around her starts to shimmer, and the longer her arms are engulfed in flames, the more it broils. After a second or two, the ground surrounding her feet bursts into magical blue flames, and they slowly make their way up her body and down her arms. She grabs onto the material, and presses into it harshly with her thumbs. The area sizzles away, molten goop trailing down the side of the black rock. She gasps, and yanks her hands out, shaking them. The fire around her dies down almost immediately. She sprints over to the vat of water and dunks her arms in, up to her elbows. The water splashes into her face, and she sputters as steam rises out of the metal tub. Looking up, her arms still submerged, she grins at Zack. "Heck yes," she says, exited. "I can actually shape the stuff after all!" She slowly pulls herself out of the water, her sleeves dripping. "Fff-" Cringing, she stumbles over to the anvil and hops up onto it, sitting on the cool metal surface. Arsinia glances back over at Zack. "So," she says, her gaze unfocused. "On a scale from one to ten, how would you rate your confusion?" She seems to almost laugh, but it dies in her throat, "Frick," she said, rubbing her eyes. "That took a lot out of me."
  15. Higuu

    Tavern of Legend OOC - archived 2019-01-01

    *scree* all right so then where do I put it :|
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