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Wearing Power Armor to a Magic School (102/?)
🕑 Added 2024-10-13 17:05:20 +0000 UTCMy hand flinched as soon as I finished writing, causing the complex orchestra of servos, motors, and actuators to stop dead in their tracks.
I took a moment to pause, to bring up my ‘hand’ and the pen held dexterously between its fingers halfway up to my face, as one thought resonated loudly within my head.
‘This moment could’ve been his.’
Every experience, from the conspiracies to the intrigue, to the highs and the victories, to even the boring and mundane — all of it was supposed to be his to live out.
But that opportunity was taken from him.
What’s more, even the mere act of realizing what he’d accomplished was stolen from him.
As his brain didn’t even have the time to process the sight of the world he’d just crossed into before his untimely demise.
…
“It’s always difficult being the second. Especially if you overshadow the first.” Captain Li’s words reverberated deep within the confines of my mind. “It’s even more difficult when you know they didn’t even get the chance to reap the rewards of their sacrifice. Not even a single second of it.” He stated in that unmistakably inspiring cadence, during a conversation tackling this very topic. “But it’s important to understand that those are the sorts of risks you take from being the first, and in a way, you shouldn’t really get too caught up in it — as their duties are fulfilled regardless of the outcome. Either they live on to carry out the rest of their duty, or they die, and their duty is carried out through the second. No matter the case, Prometheus’ flame spreads further through their actions.”
“And so consumed by his flame, we honor their sacrifices, by tending to the torch of progress — until we too become fuel to the fires of Prometheus.” I recalled finishing that quote for him. “You quoted Jackie Setanta for a reason, didn’t you?”
“Am I that obvious?” He replied with that signature sly grin.
“Yes. But what’s more, the historical allegories are just too painfully similar to ignore.”
“You are the Jackie Setanta to Pilot 1’s Jebediah Herman.” He spelled it out.
“The latter barely even registered he’d broken the light speed barrier, while the former went on to finish the first warp expeditions, and then some… this is why I’d rather we not make any comparisons before I even have a single accomplishment under my belt.”
“A fair decision, but my point still stands — you shouldn’t feel guilty for assuming the role Pilot 1 was meant to play, Emma. If anything, you should focus on getting the job done, and giving it your all. That’s how you honor those who came before, and whose shoulders you now stand atop of. You’re already halfway there by understanding the gravitas of being at the very top of the unbroken chain. And I know that you’re more than capable of bridging the other half, if not outright exceeding it.”
“I aim for nothing less, Captain.”
…
“That script… I’m assuming that’s your native language, Emma?” Thacea inquired with a soft coo, pulling me right out of my reverie as I turned to face her with a swoosh of my cape.
“Yeah, it is.” I nodded in acknowledgement.
“What does it say?” Thalmin quickly added.
“It’s a tribute.” I began. “Just a short little tribute to my predecessor who wasn’t able to survive the journey. A man whose role I now fill, and through whose sacrifice, I owe my very existence here in the Nexus to.”
“The first earthrealmer student.” Both Thacea and Thalmin surmised simultaneously, their voices dipping down into a more somber tone.
“I respect the thoughtfulness, Emma.” Thacea acknowledged, craning her head to the wall.
“He would’ve been proud to have handed the banner over to you.” Thalmin spoke with a dip of his head, prompting me to respond in kind.
“I can only hope so, Thalmin.” I responded with a sigh, before turning towards Ilunor who had now seemingly ransacked the store, piling up pens at practically every available countertop.
This inexplicable development was bracketed by the elf attendant standing powerlessly on the sidelines, looking on with a polite service-worker smile that clearly hid the abject horror brewing just beneath the surface.
It was clear he had something to say, but couldn’t for what was worryingly becoming obvious to me — Nexian social conventions.
However, this didn’t mean his plight was left unnoticed, as a rustling from behind the U-shaped service counter marked the arrival of someone who did have some degree of authority to confront the Vunerian.
“Forgive my impudence for intruding on your self-directed quest, my lord.” The older elven merchant finally approached, having exited his little closed off service counter, carrying with him one of those jeweler’s trays but modified with notepads and inkwells built into its casing. “But is there any way I could help narrow down our wide selection of guild-approved pens to match your discerning preferences?” He inquired, dipping his head low, and successfully defusing Ilunor’s frantic search for whatever it was he was looking for.
“Perhaps you can.” Ilunor responded snappily, crossing his arms in the process. “Tell me, oh stationery-proprietor, do you perchance have within your varied stock — a pen capable of writing on a vertical surface without smudging? With the ability to effectively control the flow of ink? And without the need to study the form-of-use?”
This question seemed to take the man by surprise as he began gesturing to a good chunk of the pens Ilunor had dredged up. “We… do, my lord. In fact, what you describe is standard for—”
“—I know it’s standard for enchanted and magically-attuned writing implements!” The Vunerian interjected with a loud huff, before quickly moving on. “But what I meant was a pen of the unenchanted variety. A basic pen, with the same aforementioned capabilities.”
A series of rapid-fire blinks from the elf punctuated the clearly unexpected set of requirements outlined by the Vunerian, prompting the man to simply go silent in confusion, then disbelief, before actively shifting to a look of genuine contemplation.
“Of the unenchanted variety, my lord?” The man reiterated, garnering a sharp and wordless nod from the Vunerian.
“Forgive me if I am overstepping my bounds, my lord, but… would you not wish for—”
“Do you or do you not have such a pen, shopkeep?” Ilunor halted the man’s deflection in his tracks.
“I do not, my lord.” The man bowed deeply, his tone shrinking back down to one of deference.
Ilunor went silent at this, his eyes shifting towards the entire store full of wonderfully crafted artisanal pieces, all of which were clearly destined for the offices of royals, nobles, merchants, and anyone affiliated with the upper crust.
And only the upper crust.
“And why exactly is that?” I inquired suddenly, finally putting my hat into the ring much to Ilunor’s chagrin. “No offense, of course, but I was just curious as to what the limiting factor here is.”
“It’s not so much a limitation as it is a… purposeful choice, my lady.” The man bowed deeply in my direction, though decidedly not as deep as he did towards Ilunor. “To put it simply, the guilds simply do not see it as an avenue worthwhile of being pursued. The craftsmanship you would need for such an unenchanted implement is simply far too great when compared to the simpler conventional solutions of enchanted ink diffusers and capillary action. If anything, such a writing implement would be horrendously more costly to produce, and would possess very little in the way of customizability and magical function when compared to enchanted pens of comparable cost. It would be… a novelty item at best, and a lackluster dust-collector at worst.”
That answer shouldn’t have surprised me.
If anything, it more or less fit in line with the growing narrative and trend of the Nexus.
Because when magic was so readily abundant, and when the social structures existed to both propagate and draw from its use, these developments were not just expected but inevitable.
Advancement oftentimes trends towards the path of least resistance, before solidifying into tradition and convention.
The microcosm of this divergent evolution as a result of magical ‘shortcutting’ was seen so very clearly in this niche of a field.
Yet despite embodying the expected, there was still something about actually seeing it in action that hit me hard. Though perhaps just under the weight of [one] Bim Bim this time around.
This was primarily because it was one thing to expect this sort of foregone conclusion in a vacuum, but to see it play out in a way that was relatable and palpable was always another thing entirely.
“And I’m assuming that given how expensive it’d be to craft something so precise and novel, that you’d be pricing out those that would actually be in the market for an unenchanted writing implement.” I reasoned, garnering a solid nod from the merchant.
“Precisely, my lady. It would make little sense, as given the addition of a modest sum, one could simply elect to purchase from one of our many enchanted pens.”
“I see.” I nodded, as the gears of commerce began to turn within my head.
“In any case, given the school does require us to purchase Nexian-made stationeries for our coursework, we should at least attempt to—”
“Done.” I replied, turning towards Thacea as I grabbed one of the scant few choices available for typical unenchanted pens. “You know I can’t interface with enchanted items anyways, so I might as well grab one of these.” I shrugged.
With a nod from Thacea and Thalmin, and a silent look of worrisome contemplation from the Vunerian, we soon went to work gathering the stationeries required of us as per the course syllabus.
It was during this time of contemplative silence on Ilunor’s part, that I began taking stock of my surroundings some more.
The store definitely gave me a lot of that artisanal store vibes from back home, what with seemingly everything being hand made or assembled in some way.
From shelves stacked with leather, hard-paper, and even what appeared to be flexible stone-bound notebooks, to various office supplies that seemed almost like a more fantastical version of what you’d find back on Earth, the actual quality and attention to detail of every item was indeed impressive. You could visibly see and feel it in the binding of the books, all the way to the stenciling of the covers, and the lining of the actual paper within.
Whether a result of the charm, or the tourist factor, I eventually found myself lost in the rows of unnecessary and superfluous accessories; ensnared by their empty but compelling promises of improved organizational efficiency granted by their unnecessarily one-note use cases.
Though all of this expert ‘guild-approved’ craftsmanship definitely came at a cost… and a fiscal one at that.
With Thacea racking up a good fifty gold in bills, Ilunor a good seventy-five, and Thalmin a more modest ten.
My own bill stood somewhere in between, a solid twenty-three gold, and as with the case in the bakery and tailor’s before — Ilunor quickly unlatched my purse, allowing the gold to fly right into the man’s expectant purse.
“Delivery to the Academy will be at my expense, your highnesses.” The man bowed deeply, leaving us with the cleanest shopping experience thus far, but more importantly… with an idea that was difficult to dislodge from my head now that it’d taken root.
With the wealth cube effectively worthless for purposes of trade, and with my winnings rapidly dwindling with every item purchased, a gnawing feeling of financial worry started to creep up on me; despite alternative options available for me to tap into if I was so inclined.
I could easily leverage Ilunor’s debts and our current arrangements to have him act as my personal piggy bank. However, I wasn’t about to get into some complicated personal favor-debt dynamic if I could avoid it.
Moreover, whilst Thacea did seem to be an amenable ally, mixing requests for monetary aid into the equation too quickly into our relations was a questionable path towards the establishment of any long-term goals of a viable alliance.
This left the matter of financial self sufficiency up in the air.
At least, it did, until this seemingly innocuous exchange promised to fundamentally skew that equation forever.
There was an opportunity here to fill a gap in the market that would not only serve to fill my coffers, but had the potential to revolutionize the lives of commoners across the board. At least, as it pertained to literacy, and the accessibility of writing.
Because the first real hurdle was the procurement of the tools for writing.
For without a readily available supply of tools, there was little hope in the consistent practice necessary for literacy.
The ramifications of this idea ramped up with each passing step, reaching its precipice just as we crested the store’s exit.
This was where the EVI picked up a stray conversation from the store’s apprentice, as he pointed out my errant tribute on the framed paper-lined wall.
“Grandfather, I believe this warrants further observation.” He began, garnering the older merchant’s attention as he moved in to scrutinize not the foreign language or the questionable handwriting behind it, but the nature of the tool behind it.
“Consistent lines, no signs of blotching or bleeding, and furthermore… no signs of latent mana.” He noted with increasing suspicion, grabbing what seemed to be a steampunk-esque mana-filled device from his waistcoat, placing it over the area of interest. “Manaless ink… from a manaless writing utensil.” His eyebrows quirked, locking onto me, just as I left the store to the open-mouthed look of disbelief from the stationery store proprietor.
Till next time, Mister Stationery Store Proprietor, when I put together a business plan… I thought to myself with barely contained glee.
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Nexus. The Crown Herald Town of Elaseer. Ambassadorial District. Goltan’s Glowing Glasswares. Local Time: 1120 Hours.
Emma
It’d been a good few hours since the stationery shop.
And despite the wonderful world of glass that would’ve put both OSHA and insurance providers into a state of catatonic shock, I found myself incapable of really caring about much in the store.
The whole place was very pretty, with insane works of glass of all shapes and sizes available for purchase, but it was otherwise somewhat lackluster when compared to everything else I’d experienced thus far.
Maybe it was because of the pen idea still swirling around in my head.
Or perhaps it was my anticipation for our upcoming appointment at the adventurer’s guild later in the day.
Whatever it was, we quickly wrapped up our trip to the glassware store with little in the way of drama, though with plenty of close calls expertly prevented by the EVI, given how I’d yet to have adapted to life with a cape.
Suffice it to say, my adrenaline was consistently spiking in that insurance deathtrap of a store, and I was glad to be rid of it the moment we stepped back onto the now-busy town streets.
It was around this time that things seemed to be really picking up, as the streets were now packed with not only the locals, but with Academy students from all year levels and peer groups.
Many of them seemed to be following the gauntlet we’d started out our day with, as we passed by crowds of eager customers lining up around the likes of the tailors’, and filling up the narrow interiors of the stationery plaza townhouses.
Whilst many seemed to be entirely busy amongst themselves, the few that weren’t engaged in some form of conversation quickly shifted their attention the moment their eyes landed on me.
It took a moment for me to get it, but following the direction of their gazes, it was clear exactly what had reignited their fixations on me.
‘That… wasn’t there before, now was it?’
‘No. No it wasn’t.’
‘It would seem as if our newrealmer has grown something akin to a fashion sense.’
‘Or at least, what passes as fashion given her insistence on wearing that atrocious suit of armor.’
‘Beggars can't be choosers, Lady Ciata.’
‘I dispute that. This seems less of an attempt to mask, as much as it is an attempt to complement existing aesthetics. This is—’
‘Don’t you dare compliment those rags.’
‘Perhaps consider your own realm’s fashion sense, before insulting my tasteful critiques, Lady Ladona.’
‘How dare you, I will—’
“We’re here.” Thacea announced, cutting off the EVI’s juicy long range acoustic scans, as we neared the final Dean-mandated stop.
The wand store.
Looking around, it seemed as if the storefront was almost entirely devoid of students. If anything, the street seemed more akin to the early morning traffic than the current afternoon rush.
Though that made sense. Given the context of what wands were, and the taboo they carried.
The front of the store seemed to reflect this notion, as it lacked much of the expensive and ostentatiously expensive flare of the rest of the stores we’d visited so far.
If anything, it looked more like the sorts of stores you’d find in British heritage high streets. Tasteful, ornate, but not in your face as a lot of Nexian architecture was.
“Subdued.” Ilunor commented, more or less pulling the words right from my headspace.
“Quite.” Thacea acknowledged, as we all entered without much in the way of fanfare.
The interior of the store was more cluttered than the outside would’ve led one to believe. As display cases and boxes stood side by side, along with what appeared to be your standard fair fantasy chests, and floor-to-ceiling shelves that were stuffed to the brim with tiny boxes with handwritten labels in varying degrees of yellowing.
A sudden whirring of metal wheels on a well-oiled track responded to our presence promptly after we entered, as in no time at all did the proprietor of this establishment appear, dusty tweed waistcoat with dress shirt and all.
“Ah! Customers!” He announced with desperate glee, his wrinkled and shaky hands gripping the ladder-on-wheels with excitement. “Please! Make yourselves at homes my lords and ladies! Please!” He huffed out, taking one careful step after another, descending down a ladder firmly affixed to a track built in front of the shelves.
“Welcome to Vanderolli’s, the first and most renowned guild-licensed proprietor of wands in Elaseer.” He proclaimed, before bowing down to each and every one of the gang, and then singling me out entirely. “I’ve been anticipating your arrival for a long while now.” The elf spoke cryptically, walking out from behind his counter to ‘inspect’ me closely. “Hmm… it’s just as I’d expected, if not so much worse.” He paused, taking a moment to eye me closely with a dusty monocle. “You are in need of a very special wand.” The man smiled brightly. “And I think I just might have the wand for you, my lady.” He quickly walked off behind the counter once more, reaching up high towards one of the many haphazardly stacked boxes. “A wand chooses their mage, Cadet Emma Booker. So it is very important that we pick out one that fits your precise needs.”
“Here!” He spoke excitedly, his hands carefully extracting the wand carefully wrapped within, before pushing it close to my face. “Try this.”
“Erm, I’d actually like to just buy the cheapest wand you have? Trust me, I’m the last person who needs specialized tailoring for when it comes to—”
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible, Cadet Emma Booker.” The grey-haired elf disputed ominously, his hands incessantly intent on handing off the ornate and expensive looking stick to me. "You see, the prices of my wands aren't simply conjured on a whim! No, not at all. For you see, wands attune themselves to the mage they deem as kindred — congruous with their nature."
"And that means...?"
The wandsmith wiggled a brow, all too eager to reply. "Like streams of water flowing unto aqueduct paths, the mage is to a wand. Though piteous as it is, not all streams flow downhill, hence wands of higher caliber tend to resonate to the challenge. From you, I sense a deep, hidden well that I know for certain my wands can plunge into and extricate!"
While the words ironically flowed from the man like a master explaining their craft, I can't help but think if the craft in question was for wand lore or for tourist trap rumormongering.
I refused to budge however, simply staring down on him with two unfeeling red lenses.
This staredown between incessant and ominous magical salesman and a completely indifferent suit of manaless armor continued for a good full minute before finally, one of us relented.
“Please?” He asked politely, prompting me to finally take a hold of the wand…
Only for nothing to happen.
“Well, go on then! Try giving it a wave!” The elf urged.
“Sir, if I may reiterate, you have to trust me when I say that literally nothing will—”
“Just a little jostle!” He continued, garnering a grunt of annoyance from my end, as I wiggled and swung around the wand to little to no effect…
Save for the swooshing of the air of course.
The gang watched on with varying levels of interest, with Thalmin barely being able to contain a grin, Thacea maintaining her signature regal resting face, and Ilunor in that perpetual look of frustrated disinterest.
“Well… it would seem as if the whispering hazel core might not be properly attuned to you, my lady. But if you would allow me to—”
“I’d rather not Mr. Vanderolli.” I interjected with a frustrated sigh. “I’d just like to leave with the cheapest wand you—”
“At least allow me to try the phoenix feather core?” He urged. “It’s certain to elicit something of a response! I am certain of it!”
“Fine.” I relented. “If it means you’ll finally get that all of this is an exercise in futility, then let’s just get one with it.”
“Fantastic!” The man beamed, running to the back to the tune of some serious rummaging, before returning with a literal armful of wands. “I have twenty-one variants of the feather core, short of just one of the twenty-two distinct breeds of phoenixes I’ve managed to poach!”
“Do I want to know what happened to the last one you sold?” I reluctantly asked.
“I don’t remember every wand I’ve ever sold, Cadet Booker. But I know in my heart that all of them have gone on to be used for great things. Just as I know you will go on to do great things.” The man offered with a bright smile, bordering somewhere between a whimsical wandsmith and a hard-sell salesman.
“Alright. Let’s just get this over with.” I exhaled, grabbing one of the many wands the man had littered across the countertop. “Alright.” I announced flatly. “Here goes literally nothing.”
With an unenthusiastic swish of my arm and a flick of my wrist… a sudden swelling of wind began to swirl around as daylight seemed to slowly focus its rays directly onto me.
ALERT: LOCALIZED SURGE OF MANA-RADIATION DETECTED, 120% ABOVE BACKGROUND RADIATION LEVELS
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Nexus. The Crown Herald Town of Elaseer. Ambassadorial District. Shopping Street. Local Time: 1400 Hours.
Emma
“Thank you for the purchase, my lady!” The elemental wandshop proprietor shouted loudly into the street, eliciting a wave from me and the rest of the group.
We soon found ourselves walking a few stores down, past the first wand shop that I glared into just to make my point known. “I can’t believe the first dude tried to scam me.” I muttered out loudly as we walked past his store, the man’s mournful cries barely audible as we paid him no further mind.
“A common trick that I’m surprised you didn’t fall for, newrealmer.” Ilunor responded cockily. “But I must say… the nerve of that man to have attempted something so foolish in front of three of the best and brightest of the Academy.” He quickly shifted his tone, to the same one he’d used to chew out the poor man for five minutes straight.
Thalmin, meanwhile, couldn’t stop himself from grinning all the while, reaching both hands to rest behind his head. “I don’t say this often, and I doubt you’ll ever hear me say this again, Ilunor. But that was an excellent use of your flaming oratory talents, Ilunor.” The mercenary prince announced with a hardy chuckle, even going so far as to hit the Vunerian hard against his shoulder using his bushy tail.
“I know it was a bit of a waste of time, waiting for another wand shop to open, but I want to stand on principle. I don’t want to spend my money on scammers.” I offered, moreso towards Thacea who seemed the most peeved out of the rest of us, especially since she was the one handling the schedule.
“An honorable notion, and one that I can stand by, Emma. In any case, we’ve purchased all that is strictly necessary for us to acquire.” Thacea noted, just as we passed by even more crowds of students whose heads all turned to face me, if only momentarily.
“So what’s next? The adventurer’s guild?” I asked, eliciting a slight shuffling of Thacea’s planner.
“It may be too early for that. Perhaps we can find somewhere to rest first.” The princess offered, making me look at my surroundings for exactly that, until something else caught my eye entirely.
“Wait… is that… a souvenir shop?”
Comments
Anders Mostue
Basically a dig through Harry Potter book one where he had to buy a wand in Olivander and where the «wand chooses its master», then in book 7 where we got to know its not as simple as that. that any wand can be picked up and used in various degrees of usage. basically a scam to get people to buy the most expensive wand
Tazeell
Got me for a second lol
Michael Halpern
they probably have magnets, like magnetite, but without the study and utilization of current electricity, they wouldn't be that useful
Ragnar Pendon
Yeah... that was the joke XD
architectural engineer
I'm imaging they would do something like that too. hopefully by the end of book two she will find something
DragonHeart53
My only hope is that either Emma or EVI sees the similarities in the wand and the teleportal communicator and tries to make a "mana gun" out of it. Maybe different modulations will become available after rigorous testing, allowing for the casting of different spells. However, the first "spell" casted from the gun wand would just be raw magic, overwhelming the magic defences of anything it is fired at, dissolving it
Michael Halpern
Unbeatable for cost AND ease of use, she can probably make a printer to provide them to make the pens, or more importantly, the refills. Making ball points in small quantities is actually hard, the Precision is far more easily attained through mass production, and the ability to reject a lot of defects without an issue
Michael Halpern
also they may have done some sample collection leg work for her, admittedly tainted by not knowing the exact source but for general sample studies, that's less important
Michael Halpern
also probably to gauge what they have to barter with
Michael Halpern
that's the litmus test for many 3d printers, how far it can self replicate.
Michael Halpern
there's not much that can be done about the "corium"
Michael Halpern
yes,
Blake S
Chapter 2 mentioned the earthrealm portal has runes on the ground, which is kinda crazy cause even runes would require them to be able to channel mana based on what we know about them now. how central that technology is to activating a portal tho only JCB knows, its possible it was just for getting a fix on thier desired target, how earthrealm found the nexus was incredibly vague. And they likely aporached it in a atypical manner, likely using scientfic methods at least orginally to peer into the void between spaces.
Blake S
They do if your realm is new to the nexus.
Blake S
Not a bug but a feature of the system. Likely ment to degrade them and to put them at a social disadvantage, tho it might not be entirely malicious, the nexus might view this as a test of the candidates resolve possibly.
tom
I'm a bit confused. Was there a time skip at the end? Did they go to another wand store?
adam g
I was thinking the same but a few throughs came up. - It has been a while since the last newrelmer and everyone in the school would easily afford this. On top of this, the beginning of the year was not easy. Maybe they simply forgot to give them money (not that the staff would admit to doing so)? - Another idea is they expect the newrelmer to fail at getting everything. That way the nexus can subtly show the power difference, rub in how powerless the newrelm is, and publicly look good by “graciously” gifting the supplies. They wouldn’t offer the money first because, if the newrelmer managed to get everything, then it would look bad on the nexus (as is they can just ignore this power play).
Allen Mainville
Knick knacks and stuff like that are at least things you can bring back as proof you were there, they make for good reminders of the memories you created from experiencing that place and moment. Or to bring back and give to people who weren’t there but wish they were.
Allen Mainville
Practically the entire wand shop scene was ripped from the first Harry Potter book, except the wand shop owner in this case is a scammer.
Nul Atlas
IM NOT FAMILAR WITH THIS ONE Whats thr reference?
Wumpy
Something that has been on my mind for several chapters now. Emma has money from her portion of the bet. But another newrelmer would be without any coin to rub together. Would their qroup be expected to pay for them or how would they get the money to get the mandated items? Would they have to find a bank and borrow some? Given the "expected" development of the average newrealm (supposedly) would they even know what a bank is, much less to look for one?
architectural engineer
what about a commoners wand. can't manipulate magic and can only do what it is pre-enchanted to do. super expensive and requires an external mana source. the suit could interface with it in her stead. it could act as her first source of commoners artificer magic. the suit has already been shown to be able to do complex actions and protect the users soul from magic
Blake S
They explictly stated point of a wand is to amplify the magical abilities of the users, thiers nothing in emma case to be amplified, if she was able to magically interact with the spell it would either liquify her or essentially be like handling radioactive matetial. Emma might have either some immunity to taint magic or maybe even generate low levels of it, but a nexian wand shop would not carry anything that could work with that. Any wand she could use wouldnt be a wand it would be an artifice with a swish based activation system or soemthing. A wand that could let emma ast magic would allso be antithetical to the Nexus entire status quo, commoners arent suppost to be able to use magic, and thier society is held together by that fact.
Blake S
Lol she just starts sticking them to her armor.
Michael Halpern
I do love that Ilunor searches and fails to find an equivalent to the ball point
Christian White
Lol, Ollivander the scammer. The wand chooses the wizerd, phoenix cores, "you'll do great things", and "swish and flick." This references were dense
Michael Halpern
yup, but she will have to start making the printers for it, to save herself time and her original printers for things she needs personally
UC-79
If materials are near worthless, she could buy bulk raw resources in town and then print/sell... an awful lot. The pens are a good one, lighters, modernized hand tools, maybe even some basic solar/crank power LED lights. Just about anything small, helpful, and easy to produce would see her quickly rivaling Illunor's spending power.
architectural engineer
well yeah but that doesn't mean some sort of magical/artificial means of reproducing the effects of a magic organelle exists in wand form like maybe its a crappier magical interfacing method and also expensive and thus deemed worthless
Thisisanick
It was perfect. Emma and "Earth realm" have no innate magic, period.
Rust
Love it, another great chapter! Now time for Emma to get some Nexian fridge magnets (do they have magnets?)
Brandon N.
If her 3d printer is good enough to print replacement parts and cars, it's good enough to print another 3d printer. I can see her licensing one out to the shopkeeper
Michael Halpern
Emma's outfit turning heads is great
architectural engineer
the wand shop was such a disappintment. meeting a scammer is fine and all but i would have hoped for at least something she could have used to get herself a little win. i had been looking foward to the wand shop ever since the start of the film. its like a critical piece of magic stuff. i really hope it gets a major rewrite next weak
Medical-Cyanide
I’d imagine that whatever of the half life is still around is reduced if not properly cleaned up or basically a non issue at this point. However with that said the mental image is beyond worth it
Michael Halpern
souvenir shops can have a wealth of cultural and local information, and they are at least HONEST about their stuff being useless
Michael Halpern
to be fair, they USUALLY don't do the year book thing on the first day.
Blake S
When you think about it the scammy nature of the town is kinda of fitting, the nexus, the academy especially and the town are like one big tourist trap, like day 1 soul binding, and it escalates from there.
Blake S
She could be like im not the one to green light that but you can definetly ask, and while that guy goes to try to procure a piece of land that might as well be the vacume of space to that nexian, she can have a info drone with a datapacket tail him to warn earth and upload any intel she has amased when the guy opens the portal to earthrealm.
Michael Halpern
offer them the epicenter of the Chernobyl exclusion zone
MaybeASquid
I hope that we see her setup her 3-d printing factory in her room, hopefully Thacea allows it
Malcolm Morrison
In order for the researchers to open a portal they would have needed to find a way to produce mana in a particular area. If Emma can create the same device but miniature she might be able to pump some mana into the wand and use it.
Ferr
Im starting to wounder if someone from the Imperial court wound soon show up, like after the house ceremony, and ask if Emma need some coins for school, and then offer to buy a small piece of land in earth realm.
Jcb112
It is indeed a reference to Kerbal Space Program! :D Jebediah Herman in the WPA universe is the first man to break the light speed barrier on the first practically viable warp capable ship! However, it broke up just as it managed to go to light speed. Jackie Setanta was instead the first human to finally reach another solar system, and the first human to have conducted a great deal of extrasolar activities following Jebediah's untimely demise. This historical parallel is something Emma thinks about a lot, given how it more or less is similar to the situation between her and Pilot 1! :D Also the reason why I chose that name was because Jebediah's personality in universe more or less takes after that sort of risk taking pioneering spirit I headcanon Jeb to have haha.
Raz
Is Jebediah Herman a reference to KSP by chance? Or is it a coincidence that his name is that close to Jebediah Kerman
Patrick Booth
All these comments on 3d printing pens when you're all missing the important bit: "Hey Evi, scan my new cloak and come up with a complimentary 3rd arm attachment upgrade that will make this cloak work like monkey's tail!"
Raju Kakka
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@Alphamoonman
"I don't want to spend my money on scammers." >Sees a souvenir shop "I want to spend my money on useless things." This is what the troupe around her are thinking in their heads rn
@Alphamoonman
WHAT IS THAT PROFILE PICTURE
Brachy LP
This Reminds me of that one Video and now my Head is Full of "Lore Accurate Emma Stomps the Nexus for 50 Gold and Some Drip" with the Original Being "Lore Accurate Vergil Stomps Marvel for 50 Dollars and Some Drip"
SpaceFan839
And that is the reason why I ignore what authors of books I like say, I don't want to taint the experience that the books offer.
Raju Kakka
Good chapter! The wand shop scene felt like it was straight out of Harry Potter lol
Michael Halpern
start with the premium models to establish the market (platinum body and so on) then start going cheap
just_some_guy.
The real problem is going to be if she can continue to produce at a cost lower than anyone working independently can do. Obviously the story is leaning towards her selling pens or at least putting them on consignment, but the ball point pen is mostly unbeatable for how cheap it is and replicating an individual pen would likely not be that hard.
Michael Halpern
JCB made the reference into a scam artist.
Willow Arkan
ah yes encouraging mass literacy, I am sure that will have no socio political impact. I am all here for it.
Willow Arkan
Fair, though i am always there for some mocking of HP, like the owl house dragging the golden snitch basically being an instant win. Olivander upselling wands and even straight up conmaning, that is the kind of reference I can still stomach.
Klembit
great chapter jcb, love the shade at the hp series
tonright
harry potter has been so thoroughly tainted by its horrible horrible author that the references in this chapter gave me the ick lmao
tonright
if she's not using the now-useless coin-metal for them, does this plane of existence even have plastic? that, more than the pen, which itself is already huge, could change things lol
Canpinter
No Emma don't do it, don't buy the novelty hat! You just got good drip!
ArdenW
Emma's going to get back to her room and take inventory on how many pens she's got, plus the requirements for her 3D printer to just print pens and ink.
Anders Mostue
Yeet
Michael Halpern
yeah Emma has definitely found a potential buyer for pens
Osamaru Ta
FIRST! I WIN!
