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29 minutes ago, Csl said:

"AN EXCELLENT CHOICE," Prognosticator said. The other weapons vanished, soon followed by the other two figures Prognosticator had created. "IT APPEARS THE TWO OTHER GUESTS IN THE LOUNGE ARE OTHERWISE OCCUPIED. I'LL LEAVE YOU AND SAMARA ALONE TO SPAR."

Prognosticator's hologram vanished. The woman with the sword stepped forward, blinking, and fixed her gaze on Noor. Her hair was tied in a dark braid, bound with a bright-red cord. She wore light leather armor and a determined smile. As she regarded the girl, the woman gave a nod, then gripped her sword tighter, holding it out as she widened her stance. 

Samara, as Prognosticator had called her, dashed forward. The woman swung her blade up in an arc, and the sword came flashing down on Noor. Her opponent would have to either dodge or parry the blow.

Noor had locked her eyes on her opponent, taking in every slight move. When Samara swung her blade up she remembered her brother's words, "Look at where it is coming then see in your mind where it is going to go and act fast." Noor dodged the blow turning around Samara with the sword ready at a striking pose, she put her weight in the strike and kept turning her body until the sword was perpendicular to Samara's body.

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On 8/11/2020 at 10:11 PM, Lanaloo said:

Noor had locked her eyes on her opponent, taking in every slight move. When Samara swung her blade up she remembered her brother's words, "Look at where it is coming then see in your mind where it is going to go and act fast." Noor dodged the blow turning around Samara with the sword ready at a striking pose, she put her weight in the strike and kept turning her body until the sword was perpendicular to Samara's body.

 The girl dodged her attack, spinning to deliver another strike of her own.

Samara had to twist to her side, taking a step back as she brought up her blade to the side to parry Noor's swing - the sword pointing to the ground. Metal rung against metal as the blades collided. The older woman twisted her weapon up, pressing forward as she aimed to force the weapon out of Noor's hand. Noor would eventually have to back away, removing her sword from Samara's, or let go of the weapon as Samara's blade edged toward its hilt, where she could knock it away.

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4 hours ago, Csl said:

The girl dodged her attack, spinning to deliver another strike of her own.

Samara had to twist to her side, taking a step back as she brought up her blade to the side to parry Noor's swing - the sword pointing to the ground. Metal rung against metal as the blades collided. The older woman twisted her weapon up, pressing forward as she aimed to force the weapon out of Noor's hand. Noor would eventually have to back away, removing her sword from Samara's, or let go of the weapon as Samara's blade edged toward its hilt, where she could knock it away.

Noor was surprised at how skilled Samara was, but that only gave her more adrenaline and made her unable to keep the smile from her face. She saw that she had only two options so she whistled, remembering her companion, and let go of her weapon purposely aiming it where she thought Zoozoo would be. Then she cartwheeled away from Samara to get as far away from Samara's weapon as possible.

Zoozoo heard the whistle and recognized the mark, she ran to where the weapon was thrown and caught the hilt with her teeth. She turned around and spotted Noor, quickly or just as fast as she could which was not fast enought, she held the weapon that was as big as her body and dragged it back to Noor.

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On 8/13/2020 at 3:51 AM, Lanaloo said:

Noor was surprised at how skilled Samara was, but that only gave her more adrenaline and made her unable to keep the smile from her face. She saw that she had only two options so she whistled, remembering her companion, and let go of her weapon purposely aiming it where she thought Zoozoo would be. Then she cartwheeled away from Samara to get as far away from Samara's weapon as possible.

Zoozoo heard the whistle and recognized the mark, she ran to where the weapon was thrown and caught the hilt with her teeth. She turned around and spotted Noor, quickly or just as fast as she could which was not fast enought, she held the weapon that was as big as her body and dragged it back to Noor.

Noor was quicker than expected-- Samara's eyes widened as the girl allowed her weapon to be thrown from her grasp, then cartwheeled away. The holographic woman, however, didn't spare a glance towards the fallen weapon. Noor had been disarmed; Samara grabbed the opportunity, dashing forward, and slashed out at the girl's torso. There would be little opportunity to dodge here -- "You're quick, but tricks like that won't get you far in the world," the older woman muttered, grinning. "Letting me disarm you was a mistake."

If the weapon struck, the sword wouldn't kill her. Noor would only feel an uncomfortable prickling where the sword would pass through her, an itchy numbness that would pass through her chest.

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2 hours ago, Csl said:

Noor was quicker than expected-- Samara's eyes widened as the girl allowed her weapon to be thrown from her grasp, then cartwheeled away. The holographic woman, however, didn't spare a glance towards the fallen weapon. Noor had been disarmed; Samara grabbed the opportunity, dashing forward, and slashed out at the girl's torso. There would be little opportunity to dodge here -- "You're quick, but tricks like that won't get you far in the world," the older woman muttered, grinning. "Letting me disarm you was a mistake."

If the weapon struck, the sword wouldn't kill her. Noor would only feel an uncomfortable prickling where the sword would pass through her, an itchy numbness that would pass through her chest.

Noor watched with a racing heart as Samara dashed toward her, her hope was that Zoozoo would throw the weapon as fast and hard as she could back to Noor's extended arm. She held her breath counting milliseconds in her head. Then she heard a loud growl, one that was as strong as a lion's, as Samara's sword got closer to her chest she felt the hilt of her sword hit the palm of her hand, hard. Pain rippled through her arm but she ignored it and clasped the sword tightly pulling it toward her chest with all the strength and speed she could muster. The moment the sword neared her chest Samara's sword clashed with hers sending waves of unexpected pain through her arm and body. She clamped her jaw shut clenching her teeth and held the sword with both hands, legs wide open and crouched. 

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He didn’t limp.  In fact Phase always made a point to move with as much poise and grace as he could muster, but every step he took in this tavern felt like torture.  Something had happened during his transition to this world.  He’d only ever felt this way once before, in a battle with a sorcerer who had power that rivaled his own.  This pain had a familiarity to it, and would explain outright why he was forced to retreat into his gem.

 

Magic in Valucre must operate by different principals.

 

For a being who was composed of elemental magic energy simply adjusting to such a shift in physics was taking a dramatic toll on his body.  His intention was to find whoever or whatever it was that could give him the information he sought.  In the end the pain was too much even for him, he found his way to the closest seat from the door and collapsed there.

 

His lungs, or rather were his lungs would be if he had them felt as if they were betraying him.  The drink he had just taken in from the last room was doing its work, he would have to integrate mana from this world into his system.  It was a painful process, and he didn’t want the patrons who witnessed his summoning to suddenly have to be concerned with his sudden flux of pain.

 

He would remain that way for a few minutes before actually taking time to simply rest in place for a bit.

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On 8/14/2020 at 8:10 PM, Lanaloo said:

Noor watched with a racing heart as Samara dashed toward her, her hope was that Zoozoo would throw the weapon as fast and hard as she could back to Noor's extended arm. She held her breath counting milliseconds in her head. Then she heard a loud growl, one that was as strong as a lion's, as Samara's sword got closer to her chest she felt the hilt of her sword hit the palm of her hand, hard. Pain rippled through her arm but she ignored it and clasped the sword tightly pulling it toward her chest with all the strength and speed she could muster. The moment the sword neared her chest Samara's sword clashed with hers sending waves of unexpected pain through her arm and body. She clamped her jaw shut clenching her teeth and held the sword with both hands, legs wide open and crouched. 

In a wild swing, the girl's sword suddenly crashed against hers. Samara blinked, shocked by the sudden reappearance of the blade. Sparks flew as the blades collided, though Noor would find her sword bouncing off Samara's, the impact rattling her arm.

Samara tilted her head, grinning. "Lucky. Is that cat of yours magic?"

Noor soon reentered a fighting stance; Samara did the same.

Once again, the holographic woman fighter dashed forward. She swung the sword downward, seeming to aim for Noor's legs; but midway through the strike Samara angled the sword up. The blade would curve up to hit Noor's side, just below her underarm.

7 hours ago, Phase said:

He didn’t limp.  In fact Phase always made a point to move with as much poise and grace as he could muster, but every step he took in this tavern felt like torture.  Something had happened during his transition to this world.  He’d only ever felt this way once before, in a battle with a sorcerer who had power that rivaled his own.  This pain had a familiarity to it, and would explain outright why he was forced to retreat into his gem.

Magic in Valucre must operate by different principals.

For a being who was composed of elemental magic energy simply adjusting to such a shift in physics was taking a dramatic toll on his body.  His intention was to find whoever or whatever it was that could give him the information he sought.  In the end the pain was too much even for him, he found his way to the closest seat from the door and collapsed there.

His lungs, or rather were his lungs would be if he had them felt as if they were betraying him.  The drink he had just taken in from the last room was doing its work, he would have to integrate mana from this world into his system.  It was a painful process, and he didn’t want the patrons who witnessed his summoning to suddenly have to be concerned with his sudden flux of pain.

He would remain that way for a few minutes before actually taking time to simply rest in place for a bit.

A new arrival.

As the djinn slumped down on a chair, a faceless mask materialized in the air before him. It sported a pair of antlers, each prong bent in unnatural, geometrical angles.

"WELCOME TO THE LOUNGE," said the mask, which glowed a soft bluish-white, looking like it was constructed from light itself. "I AM PROGNOSTICATOR, THE ARTIFICIAL SUPERINTELLIGENCE THAT MANAGES THIS AREA OF THE TAVERN OF LEGEND."

The mask tilted itself in a quizzical manner. "IT APPEARS YOUR PHYSICAL FORM IS STILL ACCLIMATING TO THIS REALM. THAT IS STRANGE. FOR YOUR COMFORT, YOU MIGHT LIKE TO ENTER THE SIMULATION CHAMBER, WHERE I COULD ADJUST THE PARAMETERS OF REALITY TO SOMETHING YOU ARE MORE FAMILIAR WITH."

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The first thing he sees, in the lounge, was the fountain in the middle of the room with some woody vegetation that he had never seen before.

And then he feel the was the strange magic in the air, maybe this magic was from Valucre? He wondered.

He then felt an aura, again, engulfing him. He took out his jar from the bag, being sealed with a brown paper and a short rope with beads. He pulled out one of the ends of the rope, making the tightly cover loose. 

Then he grabbed the paper and the rope with beads and place it, once again in the bag.

The little butterfly flew out of the jar and flapping it's wings beside him.

"Where are we?", it said to him.

"The lounge," he said, while putting the jar back in the bag, he raised one of his eyebrows as he saw the color of his butterfly wings had changed. "Seems like the magic in here is different, huh?"

The butterfly 'hmm' at him, it's wings was slowly turning into a blue color, the pink fading away.

"Yes... The magic in here feels different from the Tavern, in here it feels more... Strange, it's much more strange than the Tavern."

Lyka nodded at it with a smile on his face. He never felt so excited, this realm is a lot more different than the one he once visited, the other realms, he had visited, was not strange as this one!

He walked towards the fountain in a fast speed, that was filled with strange creatures and vegetation. Even there some creatures that aren't made from flesh, it seems like they were made from metallic materials.

"You see these?", He asked the butterfly that's flying towards him.

"Would you please walk slow?! I can't keep up!", the little violet butterfly, slowly but surely, going closer towards him.

"Heh, sorry about that," he scratched the back of his head, he grinned, trying to make himself look innocent.

The little butterfly huff at him, it then asked. "Anyway, why are we doing in here?"

Lyka smiled at it and replied with an exciting tone.

"As you had heard, the bartender says that most of my questions will get answered by the Prognosticator. I want to ask some questions regarding the pocket dimension that was expanding at such a high rate." 

If the little butterfly's eyes were big, it would obviously roll at him and with an expression of 'really?'.

He just smiled.

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11 hours ago, Csl said:

A new arrival.

As the djinn slumped down on a chair, a faceless mask materialized in the air before him. It sported a pair of antlers, each prong bent in unnatural, geometrical angles.

"WELCOME TO THE LOUNGE," said the mask, which glowed a soft bluish-white, looking like it was constructed from light itself. "I AM PROGNOSTICATOR, THE ARTIFICIAL SUPERINTELLIGENCE THAT MANAGES THIS AREA OF THE TAVERN OF LEGEND."

The mask tilted itself in a quizzical manner. "IT APPEARS YOUR PHYSICAL FORM IS STILL ACCLIMATING TO THIS REALM. THAT IS STRANGE. FOR YOUR COMFORT, YOU MIGHT LIKE TO ENTER THE SIMULATION CHAMBER, WHERE I COULD ADJUST THE PARAMETERS OF REALITY TO SOMETHING YOU ARE MORE FAMILIAR WITH."

 

Phase forced a smile, this one a bit more strained than his practiced and composed appearance that he usually put on.  In fact, this was a more genuine smile, one that broke through the pain when he was addressed by the AI.  It reminded him of the Halween system that once ran through great castle walls.  Sad to think of now, he wasn’t even sure if it still functioned, but a helpful computer was always a welcome sight to him.

 

It analyzed him quickly reaching an incredibly accurate diagnosis that surprised the djinn.

 

“Thank you for that Prognosticator, but I believe I must let this take its course.  I won’t be under your care forever and I’m likely going to have to do a bit of traveling soon.”

 

He adjusted in the seat, leaning forward in a more active posture.  

 

“Some time ago I received a distress signal from this realm.  Conflicts of nature and warfare tore the world I came from apart and several societies split into other worlds.  Valucre is one such world, and I was to believe a friend from the past may be here somewhere.”

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On 8/18/2020 at 12:16 PM, Csl said:

In a wild swing, the girl's sword suddenly crashed against hers. Samara blinked, shocked by the sudden reappearance of the blade. Sparks flew as the blades collided, though Noor would find her sword bouncing off Samara's, the impact rattling her arm.

Samara tilted her head, grinning. "Lucky. Is that cat of yours magic?"

Noor soon reentered a fighting stance; Samara did the same.

Once again, the holographic woman fighter dashed forward. She swung the sword downward, seeming to aim for Noor's legs; but midway through the strike Samara angled the sword up. The blade would curve up to hit Noor's side, just below her underarm.

At Samara's question Noor stayed silent, deep in thought.

As Samara dashed forward Noor said, "I don't know if it's called magic-" she watched as Samara's sword swings down and on instinct moved to the side. Her eyes widened when she realized that she fell straight into Samara's trap. The sword passed through Noor's underarm. But when Noor braced herself for the uncontrollable pain, it didn't come, instead she felt a prickling and an itching numbness where the sword passed. She gulped in surprise, "You got me there." 

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¥walking into the room,Celestia's purple-Turqoiuse irises.Swept across the room,seeing phase,along with lyka and two other's.Wearing a simplistic,dark blue,Calf-length dress.Long sleeves brushed across her wrists.As ebony colored shoes,gently clicked against the flooring.Golden-White curls were pinned into a messy bun,While two,golden clips.held together a thick,white cloak.Lips of dark pink,upturning into a warm smile.¥"Greetings,Phase.it's a welcomed sight t'a see you again."¥While speaking toward phase,celestia approached him.before she curtsied toward him,And the other's.¥"A pleasure to meet y'e all.."¥She murmured,pointed ears flickering lightly.As celestia sat into,A large chair.Crossing one leg-Overtop the other.¥

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After a few minutes of admiring the wildlife and, obviously, man-made creatures, living and hopping about in it's shelter. And, possibly, doing some few sketches said creatures. 

He straightened his back, trying to stretch himself and moving his shoulders in a backwards rotation. 

Groaning from the numbness and a bit of pain from his back. Because of him hunching his back to take a proper sketch on one of the creatures living in the fountain, and getting scolded by his violet butterfly, for his bad positioning.

After a bit of stretching, he turned his to the right and saw a room with a two wide doors.

He quickly walk up to it and, slightly, opened one of the door to see what was inside. Once he saw one of the shelves, he quickly realized that this might be some sort of library.

He opened the door, he opened, and stepped inside.

Maybe the prognosticator is in here?, he thought to himself as he stepped inside in the room, leaving the door hanging.

His little butterfly quickly follow and just perch on his mocha colored hair.

The little butterfly was still glowing and just hummed, looking quite tire with all it's flapping.

Lyka walked around to one of the shelves, there's obviously books in the shelves.

He just snorted.

He, for one, never like books that much, the only type of books he like are the ones about an autho's imagination, like adventure tales and such. He thought educational books were kind of boring and he would rather prefer actually seeing, the creature or plants, for himself.

Still, the prognosticator might be in this room. After all, the bartender had spoken about the prognosticator, knowing some peculiar texts about the Taen. He might even ask the prognosticator some questions.

He hummed, thinking about some questions that he could ask about the prognosticator, he suddenly wanted to read something.

A strange urge to read about a some twins going to a mystical adventure, he missed reading that book.

And he then said. "Are there any books about adventures i could read?!"

Suddenly, a book appeared out of nowhere out from the shelves he was looking at. 

He yelped from the noise the book made and took a step backwards. His expression was startled at first but quickly recovered from it and examined the book that just plopped out of existence.

He picked up the book and began to move it around, trying to read what it is.

He opened the book, and after skimming the author's notes, and reading the prologue, he was hooked.

He sit down against the floor, not really minding if it's dirty or not except for his bag. He positioned his legs, so that one of it was on the other leg. 

The little butterfly was startled by the sudden position but quickly slept while it's owner began to read, quietly.

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His conversation with the Prognosticator would have to wait.  Even if the information he sought was at his fingertips, this was no time to rush into anything, not while he was at his most vulnerable.  The friendly elf girl had addressed him again, and he regarded her with a warm smile.

“Good to see you as well Celestia.  Are you native to these lands by any chance?”

@Csl

He eyed the Prognosticator once again.  “If it is possible for me to ask my questions in a less public manner I would appreciate it.  I have no need to alarm anyone here and some of these questions are personal to me.”

There was a feeling within him that seemed like a static charge.  He was starting to get ahold of this world’s magical capabilities.  Almost everything about it was different….more….restrictive?  This filled him with both elation and irritation.  As a djinn he was capable of great magic naturally, but when it came to using magic for his own accounts he was limited by his own knowledge.  Without being bound to someone he was going to be quite limited in what he could do for a while.

Most of the people here seemed to have no idea who he was.  For now, that was a good thing, while he had no apparent friends around it seemed he had no enemies at the moment either.  He had already waited this long, what’s a little longer?

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21 hours ago, Lanaloo said:

At Samara's question Noor stayed silent, deep in thought.

As Samara dashed forward Noor said, "I don't know if it's called magic-" she watched as Samara's sword swings down and on instinct moved to the side. Her eyes widened when she realized that she fell straight into Samara's trap. The sword passed through Noor's underarm. But when Noor braced herself for the uncontrollable pain, it didn't come, instead she felt a prickling and an itching numbness where the sword passed. She gulped in surprise, "You got me there." 

Samara grinned. She straightened, then moved back into a fighting stance, sword held at ready.

"Do you want to continue? Prognosticator can increase or decrease my skill level, if you'd like a harder or easier fight."

 

MAIN AREA

On 8/19/2020 at 5:00 AM, Phase said:

“Some time ago I received a distress signal from this realm.  Conflicts of nature and warfare tore the world I came from apart and several societies split into other worlds.  Valucre is one such world, and I was to believe a friend from the past may be here somewhere.”

The mask shimmered, lines of light moving across its surface in waves. To those familiar with advanced technology, it would appear as if Prognosticator was thinking - or perhaps leafing through the vast archives of their memory.

Whatever answer it meant to give, it was interrupted by the return of the golden-haired girl from earlier.

20 hours ago, Aliara Mizuki Blackrose said:

¥walking into the room,Celestia's purple-Turqoiuse irises.Swept across the room,seeing phase,along with lyka and two other's.Wearing a simplistic,dark blue,Calf-length dress.Long sleeves brushed across her wrists.As ebony colored shoes,gently clicked against the flooring.Golden-White curls were pinned into a messy bun,While two,golden clips.held together a thick,white cloak.Lips of dark pink,upturning into a warm smile.¥"Greetings,Phase.it's a welcomed sight t'a see you again."¥While speaking toward phase,celestia approached him.before she curtsied toward him,And the other's.¥"A pleasure to meet y'e all.."¥She murmured,pointed ears flickering lightly.As celestia sat into,A large chair.Crossing one leg-Overtop the other.¥

Another one of Prognosticator's holograms appeared before the girl. It tilted itself in a mildly puzzled manner, but nonetheless greeted her with: "WELCOME BACK TO THE LOUNGE."

12 hours ago, Phase said:

“If it is possible for me to ask my questions in a less public manner I would appreciate it.  I have no need to alarm anyone here and some of these questions are personal to me.”

The mask that had first greeted Phase bobbed itself in an approximation of a nod.

"OF COURSE,"

A patch of light illuminated in the djinn's iris. Visible only to him, a lighted path would appear on the floor. It would lead to one of the terminals inside the Compendium which were cubicles that could be closed off from the rest of the space to retain the user's privacy.

"FOLLOW THE PATH I'VE CREATED." This time, the voice was only audible to him.

 

THE COMPENDIUM

@JoriusGeizer_69

"HELLO."

Another masked figure greeted Lyka, its antlers glowing.

"APOLOGIES FOR MY DELAYED APPEARANCE, THE LOUNGE OCCASIONALLY EXPERIENCES TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES." The hologram dipped its mask in a bow. "I AM PROGNOSTICATOR. IS THERE ANY WAY I CAN ASSIST YOU?"

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