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Wearing Power Armor to a Magic School (98/?)
🕑 Added 2024-09-08 17:05:22 +0000 UTCThe Transgracian Academy for the Magical Arts. Grand Concourse Terminal. Local Time: 0620 Hours.
Emma
Teleportation via convoluted and magical means was not beyond me.
I’d experienced way, way more than my fair share of it in my first week of being here.
But portals? a literal bridge between two points in space? Where all it took was a simple step to bridge the gap between tens of miles, as if it was just separated by a solid foot of stone?
Now, that was markedly different.
Or at the very least, it felt different.
Whether it was simply because I was now face to face with a portal without the added pressure of a bomb looming overhead, or whether it was because I wasn’t still reeling from the explosive repercussions of said bomb, one fact remained the same — looking through that door was quite literally breaking both my mind and my sense of perspective.
This was amplified even further, the moment Ilunor stepped through that door, and arrived in a space that was effectively an entire cable-car ride away.
He’d just traveled miles… in a single step.
I could feel the spirits of Professor Doctor Fujikawa, Professor Doctor Khan, and Associate Professor Shaw, bearing down on me with varying levels of satisfaction, frustration, and self-congratulatory ovations in that order.
Their life’s work, having been relegated to the footnotes of the many, many, failed attempts at getting us out of Sol before the warp drive, was now being proven at least somewhat tenable here in an entirely different reality.
Whilst not exactly a wormhole… this most certainly felt as mind-breaky as one, that’s for sure.
“Ahem!” A voice from behind me finally snapped me out of my shock and reverie, as I turned around to see the apprentice. “Gawking at the fixed-point portal between the Academy and the town now are ya?!” He cocked his head. “What?! Haven’t you ever seen the groundbreaking, reality-defining, earth-shattering wonder of instantaneous transport between two points in a physically discrete space before?!” The man paused, managing to just about close the distance between us, leaving an uncomfortable two inches of space between our personal spaces.
“I mean, I have, but, I guess this one’s just… different.” I offered.
To which the man simply let out a loud hmph, before responding. “Very well then!” He shouted, loud enough that I feared for anyone still sleeping within a hundred mile radius, before reaching into his coat and producing a letter. “Here, take this.” He pushed the letter right in front of my face, prompting me to grab it, a groan escaping my throat the moment I saw who it was from.
The Dean.
“Is that all?” I replied with a sigh.
“That is, in fact, all.” The apprentice nodded, before strutting back over to his ticketing booth with a few stompy footfalls.
With another frustrated sigh, I began tearing into the letter, revealing a rather short one this time around, with a particularly curious instruction that felt innocuous as it did… dare I say it — magical.
In accordance with Academy regulation, given you are classified as an atypical mana-fielder, you are instructed to purchase an Mana Focus from any of the approved proprietors within the Crown Herald Town of Elaseer. Attached to this letter is a list of approved…
The benign wording, and the lack of any passive aggressive jabs (barring the whole atypical mana-fielder thing), felt like it was setting the tone for the day.
Hopefully, Thalmin’s hopes would come to fruition.
Hopefully… Today would actually be uneventful.
The fact that the dean was being civil and upfront for once, was a good of an indicator as any, right?
In any case, I eventually turned my attention back towards the door, as I resumed my stares of complete and utter disbelief at the magical wonder in front of me; more specifically, at the horizon line that was entirely off from my perspective.
With the strangely overcast night behind us, we were promptly treated to the sight of a pale blue sky, barely lit up by the sun; giving an almost whimsical feeling to the start of the day.
It was that same feeling I got when waking up extra early at the start to a long weekend. That feeling of being free to do whatever it was I wanted, and the large and seemingly endless possibilities that awaited me at the dawn of a new day.
But instead of just waiting for another episode of Forgotten Tales to drop, or diving head first (then promptly getting lost) into the seemingly endless physical library in my dad’s study, I was instead faced with the boundless and practically infinite possibilities that awaited me in Elaseer.
This was a magical town.
In a genuinely magical reality.
And sure, if I were to be cynical about it, I could say it was a college town, and a pretty gentrified one at that.
But that didn’t mean that that spark of honest to god fantasy wasn’t still there somewhere.
A town was, after all, composed of people.
And if the Academy had taught me anything, it’s that even in a sea of brainwashed subjects, there were always those that didn’t conform.
So if Thacea, Thalmin, Sorecar and Chiska were anything to go by, the town could very well be my closest shot at fulfilling this fantastical world itch.
“EVI.” I began, eliciting an affirmative beep from my virtual partner in crime. “Keep a close eye on telemetry readings, and whatever you do, don’t freak out.” I warned playfully, before going through the motions of what literally any other person would do in my shoes.
I began testing out the portal.
With a tentative, but curious motion, I pushed my ‘hand’ through the threshold.
I expected some sort of resistance, some sort of barrier, some weird surge in energy, some sort of suction pulling me through the threshold.
Instead, I felt nothing.
There was no resistance.
No barrier.
No weird eruption of energy or anything to indicate anything was amiss.
Not even a weird ‘suction’ to push me through the threshold.
Nothing, but a heavy dose of mana radiation that increased in intensity at the threshold of the portal, presumably there just there to sustain it.
I stood there, my body firmly stood within the Academy, and my ‘hand’ inches in front of me… miles away in town.
A familiar feeling I thought I’d be experiencing more of on this mission quickly manifested — the feeling of complete and utter befuddlement, disorientation, and outright disbelief.
I was seeing what was only possible in VR, manifesting in real life.
And it was just so jarring.
“Ugh! Enough with the childish theatrics earthrealmer!” I heard a voice from across the doorway, Ilunor’s voice, coming through.
What happened next however just put my brain into a further spiral, as he casually walked through the portal once more, from the town, and back into the Academy; where he promptly placed himself behind one of my shins, and started pushing.
The act itself was comical, if not downright aggravating, depending on my mood.
However, given the context of how this was even allowed to happen… it didn’t really bother me. Moreover, it simply pushed me to investigate the portal further.
Ignoring the Vunerian, and focusing entirely on the doorway in front of me, I finally moved forward, taking a single, solid stride, and reaching the other side in the same way my ‘hand’ did — without much fanfare whatsoever.
“I assume you lack such forms of instantaneous transportation in your realm, Emma.” Thacea surmised.
However, instead of responding, I simply moved back towards the portal; now utterly obsessed over it.
I did what anyone would do, be they a child or adult, gamer or scientist…
Indeed, I channeled the sum total of human curiosity to satiate that one burning question.
What would happen if you stood in the middle of the portal, sideways? What would your eyes see?
So with another swift motion, I tested it out, standing with one leg in the academy, and the other in Elaseer, with both of my eyes staring out through two different locations, separated miles apart.
But again, just like the ‘hand’ experiment, nothing disastrous happened.
Instead, I experienced more or less the same thing you’d experience in a typical VR session if you attempted the same stunt.
I simply saw the Academy’s concourse in one eye, and Elaseer’s in the other.
If anything, because of how similar the terminals’ designs were, this proved to be less disorientating than I expected.
In fact, if I didn’t realize this doorway was a portal, it’d be difficult to tell you were in two places at once.
The thought of the portal slicing me in half through an unexpected deactivation made me jump to the other side however, as I was soon confronted with the gang who stared at me with varying degrees of perplexity.
“You know, they designed the concourse in such a way, with virtually identical designs, such that a person wouldn’t lose their sanity if they pulled off the stunt you just did.” Thalmin announced firmly, garnering a cock of my head.
“Really?”
“No, not really.” He responded with a mischievous chuckle, his features contorting to one of absolute slyness that I could only respond to with a puff of my cheeks… not that anyone was able to see it. “But it’s fun to imagine that to be the case, regardless!”
“In any case, given everything you’ve experienced thus far, I’d assume you’ve had enough of portals for the rest of the school year, earthrealmer.” Ilunor butted in with a frustrated groan.
“I mean, to an extent, yeah. However, those experiences were more or less ‘heat of the moment’ type situations. In total, I think I’ve had what… three encounters with portals in total? The first was the trip from my realm to here, which was more or less instantaneous. The second was that leap after you-know-how, and in that case, I didn’t really have time to process the trip, save for the weird ‘in between’ space I was in. And the third time was when Vanavan teleported me back to the Academy, again, sudden and instantaneous. This is the first time I actually get to mess around with a portal, and it’s just so… jarring.” I explained, garnering only a quirk of Ilunor’s brow, but more so just a face full of tired frustration.
“You newrealmers are so easily amused by the slightest of modern conveniences.” He shot back, as he began walking out of the concourse, followed by a growling Thalmin, and eventually by myself and Thacea.
We eventually made our way through the mirrored concourse, towards the open-air entrance, where I was finally able to lay my eyes upon an entirely new world.
A world that I’d only briefly glimpsed during a dark and action-filled night.
But one that now showed its true colors, bathed in sunlight, rather than by the occasional streetlamp.
The first thing that hit me was the brightness of it all, as even in the drowsy shades of dawn, the buildings themselves seemed to glow with a warm and welcoming aura. The architecture on display here was nothing short of artisanal in terms of aesthetic, but uniform in their theming. Simply put, they resembled something out of the renaissance, with townhouses and free-standing structures lining the wide avenue-like streets. However, what they prided themselves in intricate design, they seemed to lack in color and paintwork, as cleanliness didn’t seem to end with the spotlessness of the streets and facades, but seemed to go so far as to suck the life out of the buildings — leaving only white and varying shades of cream and black to act as accenting and contrast.
The designs however seemed to attempt to make up for the lack of color, almost as if this was the end result of an eons-old war waged between architects and zoning officials… or home owners and HOAs, if the latter was still a thing.
The second thing to really slam me in the face was the sheer openness and liveliness of it all.
As unlike the repetitive and same-y life within the academy walls, there seemed to be more variety, more color when it came to passer-bys and traffic alike. With the sound of quiet conversation and occasional chatter generating this buzzing sensation within my very soul.
Whilst small town life was one I yearned for, I never knew what I missed when I left Acela for the relative sterility of the IAS’ facility, let alone the quiet emptiness that was the Academy.
And while Elaseer was no Acela, let alone this early in the morning, it was still a welcome departure from the predatory school life that was the Academy.
I was so entranced by the charm of it all, that I’d almost zoned out Thacea’s list-reading, as she went down the list of places we had to hit either before or after the adventuring hall meeting, depending on what shops decided to open.
“Stationaries.” She began, as she went down the list of precisely what we needed. “Notebooks, quills, pens, and all manner of instruments.”
“Got it.” I nodded, my mind wandering some more as I just couldn’t stop looking at everything around me.
The streets themselves were buzzing with vehicular activity, with nary a horse-drawn carriage to be seen, replaced instead by the same sorts of horseless carriages similar to Lartia’s own stretch-carriage. Though fancy and relatively common, it seems as if the horseless carriages were mostly relegated for passenger-use, leaving the few utility and cargo-carrying carts I could see to remain mostly horse-drawn. This divide was further reflected in the many alleyways seemingly carved into this picturesque, almost uniform world of solid white buildings, as cart upon cart hugged the ‘service channels’ of the avenue, before veering off into an alleyway as quickly as they found one.
“Alchemized and magic-resistant glassware.” Thacea continued, eliciting another nod from me.
“Gotcha.” I responded.
“Though tantilizing, I do urge everyone to resist the temptations of the merchants, as they will do everything in their power to upsell you on superfluous additions on each and every purchase.” Thalmin quickly chimed in.
“Engraved glassware, engraved stationeries, engraved notebooks, yes yes yes, these merchants all know one trick in the book, and that’s to play the role of the would-be novice engraver — scrawling down family crests and surnames into each and every item you decide to purchase.” Ilunor responded with a tacit sigh. “Very poorly too, if that must be said.” He quickly added.
“Huh… so this really is a college town, complete with gimmicks and cringy up-selling tactics.” I offered out absentmindedly, my eyes still transfixed on each and every detail in front of me, as I soaked in the ambiance some more, especially as the sleepy dawn quickly started giving way to all-out morning.
“School uniforms for those that haven’t yet had one tailored—” Thacea paused, taking a moment to purposefully eye each and every one of us. “—of which it seems as if only one among us has had the foresight to prepare for.”
My brow quickly perked up at this rare instance of cattiness from the avinor princess.
“Yes, yes. Your kind are quick to show your deference for the Nexus, Princess Dilani, and I very much appreciate that.” Ilunor responded with a series of exaggerated nods. “In any case, I will actively mourn the loss of my daily dress. Oh, the sacrifices I make for academia.” He spoke in an almost flighty tone of voice, as his personality seemed to shift towards this more outwardly eccentric one the more and more we encountered members of the general public.
Many of whom I noticed paying increasing attention to us, their eyes fixated on me in a mix of curiosity and apprehension. That much was to be expected.
Though what wasn’t expected was how about half of their attentions seemed to be focused on the Vunerian, as it seemed as if every other person we passed took their time to regard the small blue thing either with a dip of their head, or an all out bow provided they weren’t busy with anything on hand.
This show of respect seemed to fuel the Vunerian’s gait, as confidence slowly, but surely, started to return, and what damage the Academy life had inflicted on him so far seemed to just melt away with each and every passing show of deference.
This all culminated in the ultimate show of respect for the Vunerian as we arrived at our first destination, the reason we even bothered to wake up this early for in the first place — the bakery.
In fact, we didn’t even have to step into the establishment for this display of respect to begin.
“Ah! My lord! Please, allow me!” What I’d first assumed to be another customer given his fancy attire, but quickly turned out to be the doorman, spoke.
A bakery… with a literal porter out in front… Now I’ve seen everything. I thought to myself.
Ilunor’s reaction to this was nothing less than complete and utter satisfaction, as that smug signature grin returned in full.
No further words were exchanged as he waltzed through that door, and into what I could only describe as a bakery that even Marie Antoinatte would be impressed by.
Color, vibrancy, and noisy design practically flash-banged me, as it felt as if all of the lost vibrancy of the outside world had instead been bottled up and hidden away in this one room. The wallpaper and embellishments of the place screamed Versailles, but the glass display cases and gravity-defying rotating shelves of pastries was enough to remind me of exactly where I was.
“Ah! My lord! It is an honor to have you as our first customer!” A voice boomed from behind the seemingly unending rows of busy bakers running to and fro the massive furnaces and the display cases out in front. “Welcome to Byron’s Best Baked Goods! It is not often that we are visited by a member of the Nexian nobility, so please, excuse me for my tardiness and lack of tact, my lord.” The proprietor in question, an elf clad in what I could only describe as a cross between a chef’s jacket and a nobleman’s coat, arrived on scene; pushing past the counter, before dipping his head with a deep bow. “How may I be of service, my lord?”
“Your finest baked goods, one of each, to be delivered to the Adventurer’s Guild at my summoning.” Ilunor stated tersely, without even looking the man in the eye.
“Of course, my lord. Your will, will be done.” He bowed deeply, before scurrying back behind the counter, and scribbling something on a parchment.
“And will my lord wish to open an account with this establishment, or—”
Ilunor responded to this question by simply reaching for his sack of coins, and slamming it hard on the counter, despite having to reach up high to do so.
“I haven’t the time to dilly-dally, nor the patience to deal with petty debt, so let us settle this now.” He spoke assertively, prompting the man to quickly tear off the slip of paper he was scrawling upon, before handing it to Ilunor.
Peeking over the Vunerian’s shoulder, the list I saw was… nothing short of excessive.
But he did say one of everything after all…
A quick nod, and a signature of his own, marked what I assumed to be an acknowledgement of the transaction.
After which, a surge of mana radiation was noted, preceding what I could only describe as an animation pulled straight out of a videogame — as gold, silver, and copper coins flowed up from Ilunor’s pouch and into the elf’s own pouch.
Following this, the man handed Ilunor a small stone carved with runes. “Simply activate the stone, and we will rush to the adventurer’s guild post-haste, my lord.” He bowed once more, prompting Ilunor’s wordless departure from that bit of social interaction, as he left without so much as a ‘thank you’.
The moment we returned to the streets, however, was the moment that the culture shock of just being out here in town started to wear off. Or at least, enough that I could start addressing a few things.
“Right. So. Ignoring Ilunor’s rather abrasive interactions just now—” I spoke off-handedly, eliciting barely a huff from the Vunerian as he simply took in the sights, sounds, and most of all — the ‘respect’ being shown by every other passer-by. “—I do have another item we need to add to the shopping list, Thacea.”
I quickly reached for the letter, before handing it off to the avinor.
A quick speed read later, and the princess soon gave me an answer as to exactly what the dean was asking for.
“I see the dean wishes to fulfill a formality.” Thacea began with a chirp. “A mana focus will do nothing for you, Emma. Given you lack a manafield, and the ability to use mana, this will merely be a paperweight for you to carry.”
“So… what exactly is it? The way it was phrased, it seems to be a tool for people with atypical manafields. I’m assuming it's like, some sort of an implement to focus your mana energies through if your manafields are weak or unstable or something?”
“That is correct, Emma.” Thacea nodded. “A mana focus is little more than an enchanted item, typically crafted in the form of a wand, through which a mage may focus their magical energies through; in the event that one’s own manafield is too unstable or has improperly matured. It is rare that a mage must resort to the use of a wand, typically, it is seen only as a learning tool, or a crutch of sorts for children still developing their manafields.”
“Typically seen in children of nobility younger than twelve years of age, and not a year more. Extended use of it seems to paradoxically hamper manafield maturation, so twelve years is the cut-off point for most mages. Though there are a few who unfortunately become reliant on it, thus limiting their ability to use wandless magic.” Thalmin quickly added.
“And any mage who uses a wand as a crutch, is quite unfortunate indeed. As a wand, as with any enchanted item, will become worn out in time. This leaves oneself vulnerable to any second-rate wandless wage worth their money.” Ilunor surmised, as this topic opened an entirely new fascinating subject for me to chew on. “This is not even taking into account becoming disarmed in a fight. To be quite honest, a mage with a wand is just as pathetic as a guardsman with an enchanted weapon. Yes, the former may be capable of practicing magic as any other mage, but the former is effectively left as powerless as any commoner without their wand; relegating them to becoming as ineffective as the latter.”
“Wait, so, can’t a commoner just you know… use a wand to enhance their manafield?” I questioned.
“It is clear we are yet again at another impasse with your ability to parse basic magic theory, Emma.” Ilunor hissed out. “It’s in the name, it’s a mana-focus. All it does is to aid in the focusing of one’s existing manafields. If a commoner were to use it, nothing would happen. Unlike an enchanted weapon, which still requires training mind you, wands aren’t enchanted to release a predetermined enchantment of mana using a commoner’s weak manafield. It’s instead, simply allowing a mage to focus their pre-existing strong, but atypical manafields.”
“I see.” I nodded, still processing this intel. “So… I’m assuming since the dean can’t file me in as ‘manaless’, that because of some archaic rule, that I’m now effectively forced to buy one simply because of my supposed ‘atypical manafield’?”
“That’s precisely it, Emma.” Thacea nodded, just as we rounded the corner and arrived at what appeared to be the town square.
A fountain dominated the central space, one that shot up impressively high, forming what appeared to be all sorts of shapes, symbols, and even entire words and letters, acting as a sort of weird cross between a New Vegas water show, and a public announcement board.
“Right, so, wands aren’t too expensive now are they? I mean, I just want to be wary of my budget, after all.”
“A typical wand ranges anywhere from a few hundred gold coins, up to tens of thousands if you wish for a tailor-made one.” Ilunor responded.
“I’ll go for the cheapest one, thanks. It’s not like I’ll need it anyways.” I shrugged, before continuing on the path Thacea seemed to have already charted out for us.
We quickly moved through one of the many branching pathways from the central, circular plaza, arriving at a street with row upon row of particularly large and prominent buildings, with each lot taking up at least ten or so townhouse’s worth of storefronts alone. Context clues were enough to clue me in to exactly what these structures were. Especially the one with statues of knights in armor lining the tall steps, leading up to an oak door engraved with images of dragons, wyverns, and all sorts of beasts being slain by said knights.
“It doesn’t look open to me.” I offered, gesturing at the guild hall.
“It’s open alright. They just don’t openly advertise that they are.” Thalmin responded, as he ascended those steps first, rising about five feet before we reached the large doors of the guild hall; knocking hard on them using the provided door-knockers.
“Shall I order my bread-man to come now, or—”
“After we enter, Ilunor.” Thacea interjected, though it was already far too late if the ringing of his stone was of any indication.
“Ah.” He spoke, garnering a sigh from Thacea, as the stone quickly transformed into a gargoyle and flew off. “The bread-man will be here shortly, so let us make our business quick.”
The doors quickly opened following that exchange, as a tall, large, and imposing figure dominated the space; his face obscured beneath a heavy cloak.
“Ah, welcome my lord.” The man spoke with an imposing cadence. “It is not often we have pupils at the academy visiting our establishment this early in the school year. Is there a quest you would like to request from the guild? If so, you are free to contact us through Professor Chiska or—”
“This is not a typical quest, I’m afraid.” Thalmin took the reins of the conversation, reaching for the door, and keeping it open.
“Oh? Pray tell what sort of atypical request do you have in mind, my lord?”
“One which requires an immediate audience with your guild master.” The wolf prince stated in no uncertain terms, a low grumbling emanating from deep within his chest.
A moment of silence followed that demand, as the hooded figure looked off to his side, before nodding once.
“And an audience you shall gain… mercenary prince.”
The door swung open for us at that point, as the man gestured for us to enter…
But not before the mismatched footfalls of about ten people emerged from behind us. “My lord! Your delivery from Byron’s Best Baked Goods has arrived!”
This prompted the doorman to turn his attention towards Thalmin, cocking his head in the process. “... are they with you, my lord?”
To which Thalmin could only sigh in response, giving a stern look to Ilunor, before turning back towards the door man with a confident look. “A gesture of our good faith, and Havenbrockian hospitality, my fellow.”
Comments
DragonHeart53
May I intrest you in a mana grenade launcher, with each cylinder containing a different mechanism that affects mana in different ways?
Anton
It's too bad the material seems to be mostly a mana nullifier rather than a mana reflector, cause then we could have mana lasers. Could probably locally source something reflective though.
Michael Halpern
ahh well she doesn't need a mana gun, a mana flashbang however...
DragonHeart53
I'm not entirely certain what you question is, either a grammer or syntax error, but it was just a joke on how humanity weaponizes everything we make, sometimes by accident
Michael Halpern
why? so Nexians can see how loaded a weapon she has is?
Michael Halpern
well just the pendant is blue, however Emma could compromise with the rank/accomplishment colors by using the "personalization stickers" instead. she might be able to forego the pendant because she is both very identifiable and her armor is already the same color. the cape (optional) would be easy enough to attach to the backpack, she could also encourage the assumption that Rila made about a "no face reveals/armored living" custom. At least for those that don't already know or need to know the truth
Blake S
Whatever she gets is gonna need some gold/yellow trim. Blue on Blue sounds pretty bleh
Michael Halpern
also consider the purposes of the uniform, class identification, and awards, the class color for them happens to be blue,
Blake S
Maybe they get a college branded nexian rubber ducky
Michael Halpern
not that we know of, but there is at least one water elemental as faculty, part of the healing staff.
Blake S
Does emma have elemental classmates?
Michael Halpern
they probably have magnets, but if necessary Emma could apply them. anyways it seems that it was mainly Chiska that has that caveat but it could be standard for other classes as well, after all, you can't exactly put normal clothes on most elementals, and students with additional limbs and such would require modifications to the uniform design, it's clear that Emma wouldn't be the first with similar difficulties, just the first that would have to be wearing armor all the time.
Blake S
Second question does the nexus have/utilize magnets
Michael Halpern
option is simplification of the uniform, sash for the year gem/broach, or possibly getting a magnetic backing for it, and some cape or other cloth with rank/accomplishment colors edit however as her morphology prevents the use of a uniform, she may be able to get away with the pendant and a scarf or armband for each class.
Michael Halpern
also she may be able to fabricate a lower grade pump with local materials, this being for more portable uses, then there's just hooking up the mana output of her existing pumps to various items to store mana. the idea of using it in a flashbang is simple, said flashbang could be semi reusable, but more importantly mana sight is an additional sense, so sensory overload is an additional vulnerability, the ampule would likely have to be replaced, as the most obvious way to release all of the mana at once would be to break it,
Michael Halpern
she has spare parts for mana pumps, that's how she plans to make the replacement ECS
Anton
Not a bad idea, especially since we know the pump is efficient but not fast. Better to prepare grenades ahead of time. Mana grenade launcher? Then again, I doubt she has a *spare* mana pump to tinker with without putting her own life at risk
Michael Halpern
more likely a spell breaker (mana pulse) no need for the focus either pump mana into ampule, stick in flash bang, pull pin, throw.
Michael Halpern
That depends on what the ambient mana is being focused to do, i could see it as at least a temporary solution for the manafield visualizer, the idea being it may focus ambient manafields onto the mana sensors, so that the sensors can read it more clearly, honestly Emma doesn't NEED to be able to use magic, except possibly making a spell breaking device, she can already achieve most effects,
ShadePrime1
people keep hoping Emma is gonna get magic somehow in every comment section but.. I doubt it even if this wand could help I imagine doing something like using it to focus ambient mana through it instead of the users mana own mana field would require a far higher quality one that may need to be custom made...and Emma said she's gonna buy the cheapest one.. also she would have to have a mechanism to control the mana going from it the mana pumps are not precise enough for that and also to big and bulky to really carry around this is really gonna be a fancy paperweight the UN scientists may study a bit when she gets home but that's it. also JCB said a few times she isn't going to get magic I think so unless the author is lying its not happening.
Anton
So you have a mana pump, a mana shielding material, and a mana focus. Time for mana cannon.
Michael Halpern
enchanted item maintenance, considering that seems to be a factory/manufactorium level job, with few field/depot level maintenance options, and a lack of interchangeable parts for most things, I take it that's the Nexus' counter balance to their logistics advantage of portals?
Michael Halpern
limitless land, not housing, first you're dealing with an enforced scarcity society (that is they could be post scarcity but they choose not to be as a means of consolidating power) second there are monsters in the wilds, so its likely every settlement needs sufficient protection in order to continue existing,
Casualscifienjoyer
Oh god gentrification is still an issue in a thousand years 😭. You’d think with limitless housing it wouldn’t happen but I guess even that’s being unrealistic.
missionz3r0
"I could feel the spirits of Professor Doctor Fujikawa, Professor Doctor Khan, and Associate Professor Shaw, bearing down on me with varying levels of satisfaction, frustration, and self-congratulatory ovations in that order." Khan is obvious. Shaw and Fujikawa are less so. Until you realize that the slip drive from Halo has a proper name. The Shaw-Fujikawa Translight Engine.
Nul Atlas
I missed it fill me in plz
DragonHeart53
New quest logged: Construct Mana Gun
Michael Halpern
still want to know what Emma was working on before her 3 hr nap
_Master-Chief-117_
From one Sci-Fi nerd to another, it’s always awesome to see a reference to something that I’ve been very much interested in for the better part of like over 2 years now! ☻
Jcb112
Yup! Those were indeed Halo references! :D I've always been a fan of halo, and despite it being a while since I've really dove into the universe, it still lives rent free in my brain alongside a lot of sci fi universes I've consumed haha. I always try my best to fit in references when they seem appropriate and seamless, and this was one of those moments that I really thought was appropriate haha. I'm so glad you caught the references! :D
Jcb112
Thank you so much for catching those! I'll make the appropriate edits in the revised version! :D And thank you so much for the comment and the kind words too!
Cory Zilligen
A few minor issues I spotted while reading: "In total, I think I’ve had what… three encounters with portals in total?" 'In total' gets used twice in that sentence, which feels awkward. Maybe remove the first one? "The second was that leap after you-know-how" I believe that was supposed to be "you-know-who," rather than "how". "a bakery that even Marie Antoinatte would be impressed by" The last name should be spelled "Antoinette". Loving the story so far!
PrivatePershing
Loved the Halo and Star Trek Reference Lmaoo
Blake S
Im curious to see how emas uniform is gonna work out, and how that fitting is going to go. I can see the stylist asking ema to remove her armor for a fitting being somewhat akward. Allso if they are going to size it to her armor they not only have to take into acount the armors bulk, it not pinching on anything, and its allso going to have to fit over her backpack as well. Its inevitably going to look like a baggy poncho as opposed to a proper magic academy robe.
Brachy LP
Just Tape it to your Gun and Claim it's Enchanted now XD
_Master-Chief-117_
I sure hope I’m not the only one who noticed the Halo reference… Professor Shaw… Professor Fujikawa… FTL travel…? I am so happy you made that reference, I don’t know if you did it intentionally, but the odds that you didn’t seem small…but that doesn’t even matter, because… SHAW-FUJIKAWA DRIVES ARE CANNON!!!! At least more than they were, that is…
Canpinter
Depending on how precise Emma's mana pumps are for cleaning her food and water she may be able to use them to manipulate mana and make an artificial weak manafield that her soon to be bought focus could then boost with evi running the hyperfast calculations.
Jcb112
Thank you for catching that! I'll have that addressed in the revised version! :D
Michael Halpern
important to note, The Nexus has magic resistant materials as well, lower grade perhaps than what the suit uses, but still means that Emma might be able to make a low grade mana pump for general use.
Michael Halpern
I think it's going to be more useful than that, think about it, it focuses mana fields that pass through it, what if it focused ambient manafields onto the mana sensors.
Willow Arkan
Appreciate the low key Harry Potter shade.
Gabu
Small typo > to any second-rate wandless wage
Canpinter
The focus may let Emma use magic. She can throw it at pings head and shout "magic missile" next time he's an ass.
erickjosemolina
Estaría genial que se hablara más sobre la esperanza de vida de las demás razas,también a que edad dejan de ser niños y pasan a ser adultos
Kirk Childers
Adventurers are mercenaries of varying levels skill and risk, like a temp agency meeting a PMC. I would consider it endearment given that context.
SoylentPudding
Why do I get the feeling that the Adventurer Guild doorman is using "mercenary prince" as a title of respect?
FedoraWearingScrublord
"a New Vegas water show" Would the last name of the mayor of New Vegas happen to be "House?"
Michael Halpern
the wand may be useful for the manafield visualizer...
Michael Halpern
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