1517/Hot Blood, Spilled Blood, Etc

Hot Blood, Spilled Blood, Etc
Date of Scene:	06 February 2015
Location:	Land of Spires and Frogs
Synopsis:	Arthur Lowell has just been hit by a drone tailored to mess with his mind. Kyra Hyral comes by to help him out with some healing and winds up with the start of something to eventually address her Wild Magic.
Cast of Characters:	Arthur Lowell, 626

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Arthur Lowell has posed:
    Arthur Lowell's house is, frankly, kind of absurd.

    A traditional suburban home, copypasted into expansion hundreds of times, Sims-style, forms its basic foundation and shape, making up the core of its aesthetic. However, someone's added a distinctly skull-themed aesthetic that goes so far as to have a floor or two of the structure be entirely shaped like a skull. The titanic structure which shouldn't ever be able to hold itself up as high as it does sits atop a spire that similarly shouldn't be able to hold itself up at all. The tallest spire on the Land of Spires and Frogs has what seems like a normal suburban lawn on it, though there's several strange explosive magma traps on the lawn and the lawn itself hasn't been cut for a year and a half.

    The eightieth floor is still smoking from some kind of massive explosion, while the second floor appears to have been subjected to some kind of incredibly violent breach from something the size of a fridge. The Warpgate through which Kyra might arrive is actually an extremely unusual green spirographic-design gate in an empty room up there. According to Arthur he should be downstairs.

    There are a lot of stairs here. For some reason, Arthur, maybe suffering from a bit of blood loss, repeatedly and very firmly warned Kyra to BE CAREFUL about the stairs. Once she gets to Arthur, however, around the fourth floor inside a giant skull-shaped room surrounded by stacks of odd punchcards and strange machinery and weird piles of a wide assortment of supplies, plastering the shoulder stump of a missing left arm with some kind of weird blue gel. He's also got a lot of other bruising and burning and it's generally a mess, but in the interest of taste and time we won't describe that.

Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    A second time visitor to Afterus, Kyra's skill at navigating the place has improved. Yet it still took what felt like way too long to finally reach the planetoid that Arthur had earned during the course of his struggle against Sburb. Identifying Arthur's place was also fairly easy but navigating there also proved to be a challenge. It's a combination of float spells and healing (following setting off one of those explosive magma traps by accident) that sees Kyra into the savaged structure.

    "ARTHUR!" she calls out by way of warning to ensure him that it was her that was coming and not some second wave of nightmare robots out to destroy him. Though it did seem that the assassin drones were elaborate enough to strike at his weaknesses, she doubted that her arrival would be anticipated or acted upon at this point. She's still floating when she makes it inside, which does make navigating stairs a bit easier on the white mage thanks to the reduced gravity and thus reduced effort needed to scale them. Kyra is still out of breath when she finally arrives on the fourth floor where Arthur is tending to his own wounds.

    Her eyes immediately go to the arm-stump. "Holy shit." she gasps and promptly starts searching around the detrius of the room for the limb. "Did that get severed or gibbed? I might be able to reattach it if it was severed."

Arthur Lowell has posed:
    "HEYA!" Arthur called back, when Kyra shouted down. And then, when she gets in, he calls out, "HAHAHA, I had to BLOW IT UP! I made an ARM BOMB. Actually that was ACCIDENTAL PLAN B but it was CLOSE ENOUGH. Don't worry, REGEN'S a thing we're GOOD FOR here." He's sort of crawled his way here if the blood trail's any indication, and seems to be struggling with a chair to get onto it now. After a while he will manage it though.

    "TRUST ME, you just pump a TON of HEALMAGICS up in this fuckin' STUMP and I'll be GOOD AS NEW." His intense vocal energy is faltering due to the exhaustion, blood-loss, and pain, and it all sounds more than a little hollow. "Heheheheh. Hey KYRA. Come gimmie a HAND here." He laughs briefly at his own joke, before a fresh pain-wince tears through his body and interrupts it.

Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    "An /arm bomb/?" Kyra's voice contains a strange mixture of intrigue and both disgust. Dismemberment is clearly not her thing despite being in a position where she'd be treating it on a regular basis. "How the hell do you make your flesh explode? Does all of you explode? Is that a space mage thing?" She draws closer, flexing out the fingers of her right hand. The magical "humidity" around her intensifies and white light can be seen flickering around her hand.

    That magic seems to behave. Kyra hesitates as she looks at the stump and Arthur insists that it can regrow but then she catches that flash of pain on his face and quickly reaches forward, grasping the stump just above the severed, goo-colored edge. Kyra murmurs something Arthur can't quite make out the words to but the final phrase is loud enough for him: "Curaga!"

    Sweet, sweet white magic immediately floods Arthur. Although soothing, it doesn't completely erase the sensation of pain. Kyra keeps the magic flow going, maintaining it easily, eagerly watching the severed stump. Her free hand reaches into the front pocket of her hoodie to pull out her phone, which is basically the Galianda version of a fancy, fancy smart phone. "Can I film this regrowing? I've never seen a Hume regrow anything like this before."

Arthur Lowell has posed:
    "The BURNING SPIRIT that tears through EVERY LITER of my BOILING BLOOD means I can DETONATE LIMBS AT WILL! Can you think of ANY ARM that can withstand the HEAT OF MY GODDAMN SOUL?!" The energy's back in full force with Arthur for just a moment, before he seems to lose it completely. "Also a couple complex subatomic processes nobody gives a shit about, 'specially not you. Don't worry, I don't always explode. That was mostly intentional. Like, half an accident at worst."

    Grabbing the stump very visibly puts Arthur in a LOT of pain, but it is a necessity! And he's biting it back with gritted teeth. "ALRIGHT, THAT'S the shit. Lemme just... Hrrrrrrnnnnngh!" His body seems to be consumed by an odd multicolored light, filled with stars. The flesh at the stump appears to drip like a soft melting statue, but slowly it begins to extend outward into a full hand. Arthur speaks up during this, of course. He's falteringly trying to restore his own energy to reply again. "MAN, can't promise you the FOOTAGE will be ANY GOOD but SURE, GO AHEAD!" It looks like the healing magic is being parsed into another kind of magical system as well.

    When everything calms down, the lights fade, and Arthur will have a new, sleeveless left arm. "RAD." He declares, wincing a bit from residual pain. He'll probably get to asking why Kyra wanted to visit in the first place, but for now, he remains sitting, kind of panting heavily from exhaustion.

Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    When Arthur's sprited shouting returns, Kyra visibly relaxes just a little. Hearing him earlier on the radio left her really worried because she could tell he wasn't being his usual hotblooded self. Whatever had just happened here messed him up good-and not just in the blood and burns department. But that spirit appears to only be temporary and the worry returns.

    She'll express that in a moment once the healbombing has concluded. Not even his squirming in pain dissuades her from where she's putting that hand: "...yeah, this might hurt a little, suck it up, the closer I get to the damage the more effective the healing will be." Placement does matter! The magic will focus on the arm-stump first and the rest of Arthur's injuries later.

    Kyra also proves to be an adept at manipulating her phone with a thumb in her one-handed grip. In short order, she has the video capture app going. "Good. You-uh." Kyra frowns just slightly, apparently aware of the diverted flow of her healing magic. It's working and she sure can't complain since curaga doesn't normally regrow limbs from scratch. Space magic, perhaps? Taking the magical particles she's channeling to use for his magic? "Well that's fascinating-Shush for a sec."

    Once it ends, Kyra shuts down the video capture and starts poking the arm with her fingers as if to confirm that it's real. "Whoah." she intones, leaning forward. A few more awkward moments are spent gawking before she straightens. "Hey...uh...are you gonna be okay, Arthur? I've got some painkillers I can pass you if you want. Or...uh...if you wanna talk." She's at least polite enough to ask first before nailing a patient with a tranquilizer.

Arthur Lowell has posed:
    "PROBABLY" Arthur says. "But, NAH, no painkillers. Hurts like a BITCH but that's sorta THE POINT of all this shit. Shit's WORSE if I'm NOT HURTING usuaully." He rolls his shoulder around, letting Kyra prod at it. "THANKS, though. 'Specially for the HEALS. THIS BODY is pretty GREAT at MAGIC REGROWTH but only if I got the HEALIN' OOMPH behind it, y'know? I'll be FINE NOW though. I mean, PROBABLY." He works his fingers individually, then pounds a fist into the opposite palm. "AW YEAH! Already doin' fine." He says, through a pain-wince.

    "But, TALKING! Talking's good. I think we were gonna do that before I had you come here for DISMEMBERMENTS." There's a snap on that left hand and he points to Kyra. "YEAH! You had somethin' you wanted to MEET about. Hell if I can REMEMBER though, what'd ya wanna talk about?"

Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    She pokes at the arm a bit more, eventually moving down to his hand to examine that too, proding the palm in certain spots to look for various reflexive movements she's been trained to notice. It's all but confirmed as a fully functional arm when Arthur starts wiggling his fingers and finishes off with a fist pounded against a palm. "Yeah, I could tell. Your body's literally wired to regrow. A perk of being a god, I guess? Are you unkillable? Or really hard to kill? Not that being unkillable is really a god thing..." At least not where she's from.

    She finally stops prodding Arthur and straightens. "Oh..yeah. I didn't say what I wanted to talk about 'cause I was hoping it'd stay sort of private. You're the Mage of Space and it's a thing you became, based on that story you told. You didn't have magic before, how did you learn it? I ask because I'm in a bad place with my magic right now and I have to relearn it so I don't accidentally murder everyone around me."

    After a moment, she looks embarassed, "Though when I said talk I meant talk about your problems, not mine."

Arthur Lowell has posed:
    Arthur laughs a bit. It's a good-natured laugh. "HAHAHAHA! Ahhh... I can BOUNCE BACK a bit. I'd, uh... Nah, not UNKILLABLE, strictly speakin'. Ain't anything anyone oughta DEPEND on, really." He makes a dismissive gesture. "But, YEAH, lil' GOD PERK there." Not a lot of detail there. He seems vaguely uncomfortable with acknowledging his godhood in general, for some reason. And then another quick few dismissive gestures. "NAH, NAH. Nothin' to talk about. HURTS like a BITCH but, hey, aside from that, everything's fine. Everything we gotta talk about as far as I go, y'know?"

    He then stands! So dramatically that it tosses his chair back a bit. "SO. Havin' TROUBLE with the MAGIC! Yeah, I used to think I didn't have it. Bein' FAIR here, I didn't, for a LONG TIME. And NOBODY ELSE on my planet ever did, so. EASY ASSUMPTION." He makes a dramatic gesture with one hand! "BUT, YOU wanna know how I got OUTTA that. I'll SHOW YOU!" Suddenly, in his hand, is a very old-looking, battered metal broom with a gentle green light emitted at the bristle end, and a strange trigger system at the handle.

    "I'll show ya. Take this, point it at some walls, pull the trigger."

Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    A thoughtful look crosses Kyra's face as she weighs whether or not to say something kind of creepy about the whole godhood thing. Maybe if she phrased it right: "It'd be interesting to study that sometime." she remarks by way of compromise. "You sure about you being fine? You kind of...didn't really sound like yourself back there, you know?"

    She sounds worried and looks worried though his dramatic display of getting up out of his chair seems to lessen, but not banish, that worry entirely.

    "So you had /zero/ magic to start with? Not a single magic particle?" Kyra relaxes, letting both of her hands hang out in the front pocket of her hoodie as he continues his DRAMATIC GESTURING and broom summoning.

    "...this is a broom." Kyra states plainly as she accepts the object, inspecting it and eyeing the trigger, "...a gunbroom?" Undeterred, she swings the broom to point the bristles at the wall and pulls the trigger.

Arthur Lowell has posed:
    "HAHA! Yeah, I'm fine. S'all good! That's just some EMBARRASSING NONSENSE, don't pay attention t'THAT." Arthur says, making rapidly dismissing motions. The whole fake-energy thing is a bit of a weird point for him, it seems. "ANYWAY! Sort of zero. I wouldn't say ZERO-ZERO. It was like... LATENT. And I couldn't BRING IT OUT any way. There wasn't anything I could DO with it, y'know? Least, not on my OWN."

    Arthur grins, and laughs. "YEP, it's a BROOM! Lemme tell ya! As far as WEAPONS go, BROOM is one of the UNEXPECTED ones. This is my BROOMSTICK. The old one I used t'use for casting, 'till I didn't NEED IT and got a NEW ONE." When Kyra pulls the trigger, a brilliant green light flashes out of the broom and impacts the wall, forming a Gate like she emerged from! It's a glowing green magical construct, formed out of lines suspended in space. "See, you're not a SPACE MAGE, but this works anyway. Hell, this'd work in ANYONE'S hands." He stomps one foot and dispells the portal with his own magic. "But that's not the POINT, 'cause it NEVER stops there. The POINT is CHANNELING. The point is gettin' you USED to RELIABLE MAGIC. Me, I started off with THIS." He pounds one fist to his chest. "But it was ALSO usin' a bit of the magic INSIDE me too! Then I replaced it with a BIGGER, BETTER one. And I kept doin' it. It PULLED the MAGIC OUT and made me REALLY UNDERSTAND how SHAPIN' it works. Eventually I didn't NEED the brooms! HAH!" He sweeps one hand at the same wall and summons a row of Gates. "BAM! It's like THAT."

    "Way I learned was learning from ARTIFACTS, gettin' taught my MAGIC by TOOLS. Had a TOOL in my hands, put my FAITH in it, and LEARNED from it. Had a couple TUTORS helpin' me out too, makin' the lessons easier to UNDERSTAND." He starts counting on fingers. "Horrible eldritch spacewizard, evil demon queen with the hair, uhhhh... There was also that magic bard who was mackin' on me... The weird ice fairy... You GET THE PICTURE."

Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    Not being a social moron, Kyra can recognize when someone wants a topic dropped. Such as this fake hotblood on the radio thing. She doesn't ask anything else about that, happily moving to pay attention to Arthur and his former status as sort of magical.

    But at this point, she can't help but laugh a little at the enthusiasm over the magical broom. "Nobody expects a broom!" Kyra agrees before immediately rushing forward to inspect the portal. She's about to stick her hand in it out of misguided, reckless, scientific curiosity before he closes it. Turning from the now blank wall, she faces him, nodding along: "So you used tech like this-" she holds up the broom in both hands, "-to draw out all that potential and 'teach' you how to use that magic." She turns, staring at his summoned row of gates.

    She doesn't try to enter any of these.

    "Huuuh...seems solid if you're the result. At this point, then, I'd be asking you to tutor me." She offers the broom back to Arthur.

Arthur Lowell has posed:
    Arthur Lowell grins and laughs. "HAH! Wouldn't call it TECH." He leaps up into the air briefly, landing with one foot propped up on the circular central platform of a strange metal apparatus with a robotic arm attached to it. "Lady, this is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT GENUINE ALCHEMICAL MAGIC!" When it's offered back, the broom disappears from Kyra's hands the same strange summoning way, though Arthur doesn't seem to move a bit! It's like when something disappears into a player's inventory in a videogame.

    "Shit yeah, it's solid. I'm a PRETTY SHIT TEACHER, but!" Then there's a laugh. "Well I kinda OWE YOU now, right?" He emphasizes this with a quick flex of his new arm. "You want a HAND, I'll GIVE IT to ya! Work a lil' ALCHEMY, whip you up somethin' for HEALING, start from SQUARE ONE, get you RELEARNING what you gotta KNOW to keep your SHIT IN CHECK, maybe PUZZLE OUT SOME ANSWERS." A few boisterous laughs. "I'm a pretty SHIT TEACHER myself, but HELL, you want the HELP, not gonna say NO. WORST I can do is SAY SOMETHING STUPID, right? And you'll figure THAT out QUICK."

    Then he zips right back over to near her, crossing his arms dramatically with an enthusiastically expectant look. "So, you really wanna GIVE THAT A SHOT?"

Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    "Looks like tech to me-" Kyra starts to protest, watching as he hops his way onto one of the weird machines he has in the room. To further call it GENUINE ALCHEMICAL MAGIC has her stopping, deciding that comparing it to her world's definition of the word was pretty useless. This was completely uncharted territory for her. There is also some mild surprise when the broom disappears without him visibly taking it from her. She was half expecting for him to open a little portal in front of her and reach a hand through-some fancy space magic stuff like that.

    "Weeeeeeeellllll...." a more altruistic person might insist that, nah, healing was just a part of their job no repayment needed, etc. "Yeah, you kind of do. If I hadn't come along you wouldn't have had a pair of guns to flex. Just one." She smirks in spite of knowing well that his mage muscles didn't really count as 'guns' but it sure was funny to call it that.

    Even with Arthur's admission that he's a pretty awful teacher, Kyra is undeterred: "Hell yes. C'mon Arthur-" she holds out her hand to him, "Let's do this."

Arthur Lowell has posed:
    It's true, Arthur Lowell is lean like dried meat. There is no gunshow to be found here. "WELL SHIT," Arthur says, grabbing the hand firmly and with much gusto and shaking. "Let's get you STARTED then!" With a great, intense flourish, Arthur pulls away from the handshake with one final heavy shaking motion, and turns around, and strides back to his machine. "ALRIGHT. Let's get this shit FIGURED OUT." He's first heading to a titanic stack of punchcards! "Got a couple QUESTIONS here, to get you SET UP. FIRST OFF: What's your KIND ABSTRATA? Errr-- That is, what sorta STUFF do you usually do FIGHTIN' with, in your HANDS. Or CASTING I guess. STAVES? WANDS? We gotta get you a THING to do the MAGIC WITH."

    As he's rummaging through this pile of punchcards, he also rambles off other questions. "Also, explain the MAGIC ya got to me. A TOOL can only teach ya what you ALREADY KNOW, kinda; you're not gonna learn how t'do SHIT that you JUST CAN'T. Whad'ya got SO FAR, and how's THAT WORK? And what's that part you were talkin' about, the MURDERING EVERYONE AROUND YOU?" He's already picking out cards and setting them aside. "And I gotta know, this MAGIC THING, been goin' from DAY ONE? Or is it a RECENT-ISH thing? Got anything mighta CAUSED it, or been RELATED to it?" It's getting a little academic on his part, but he seems to still be ENERGETIC AND HOTBLOODED about it.

Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    Kyra's also going to call the recovery a success at this point, even if it is distraction that is making Arthur feel better for the moment.

    After experiencing the most intensely hot-blooded handshake she's ever had she pulls the savaged arm away and follows after Arthur, back to that machine he was perching on seconds before. "My what now...?" She starts at the strange technical jargon presented which, when translated, must mean something along the lines of weapons. "Oh, guns. I use a bunch of different guns." She grasps the zipper to her hoodie and unzips the front, revealing what is hiding underneath: At least three different guns amongst a huge collection of alchemical materials and bullets. All three are small arms in this case: a needlegun meant for firing the darts she has on her, an ornate-looking pistol, and a pretty ordinary handgun. "They're all separate from the white magic. I never really got into staves, rods, or hammers. I just kind of direct it with my hands when I need to."

    She edges closer to look over Arthur's shoulder at the punchcards, curious. "What, like the white magic itself? It's all mostly healing and buffs. I get a handful of offensive air or light spells too. It works through me because I've got the Job for it, which is pretty much like, genetics, right? A pattern that develops inside a person that gets expressed. I've got red hair, you've got black hair, and I've got a white mage Job. To make it go, I put my magic particles-MP-through the pattern and out comes the white magic I want when I focus on it. At least that's how it's supposed to work, basically."

    Kyra, on the other hand, is trying not to get TOO academic about it-because she can, being a huge science nerd. "What's been happening instead of white magic coming out is random, chaotic effects. Like, even spells from Jobs I don't even have. This thing has been going on for about a year but recently it seems more frequent and more dangerous. Like 'wipe the party' dangerous. One of my Union friends-Ainsley-thinks it might be because I dumped my parent's dumb religion a year ago."

Arthur Lowell has posed:
    "Oh, HANDGUNS huh? The SIDEARM kind? I can DIG IT." Arthur says, nodding. "Alright. Let's see... Got the old REVOLVER card... Oooh, we could get the RIFLE setup TOO, if you want that INSTEAD. Here's the MAGIC CRYSTAL BALL card... Hey, you got any HEAL POTIONS on you? I can't use VITALITY GEL in this thing. I can just make the ol' GHAST TEAR REGEN thing though, if y'don't... Oooh! Here's the old IMMORTALITY ELIXER card..." A small pile of punchcards is being set aside. "OH, and if you got ANYTHING ELSE you wanna throw in the mix, LEMME KNOW." A quick thumbs-up!

    Then he's standing back up properly, listening to the white magic explanation. "RAD." He says. "Sounds SIMPLE ENOUGH to get. Kinda like LIFE around here, 'cept less ARBITRARY CONSERVATION OF ENERGY." And then the explanation of how it started. Arthur's broad, constant grin seems to crack a bit, faltering. There's an almost somber look creeping into his eyes for a moment, almost seeming to look knowing. Privately, Arthur thinks he already knows where this is going, and it's a bit troubling. But it lasts only a second; the grin's back in full force and Arthur's already launching into a response. "WOW! Sounds like some SHIT LUCK you got there. Alright, this TRAINING PROCESS, obviously it's more for kids who CAN'T use magic instead of kids using the WRONG magic, but I think it'll FIT YOU ANYWAY. This AINSLEY guy might be on the RIGHT TRACK, but!" He points a finger dramatically at Kyra! "If you dumped it, you probably had a SOLID REASON, so I'm not gonna tell you to GO BACK. Instead, I'm gonna tell ya, we're gonna see what the TOOLS find out is the BEST WAY for you to GO."

    "I mean, you know about this BULLSHIT GOD NONSENSE with ME, right?" Two thumbs get jabbed to his chest there. "I'm like the MOST QUALIFIED DUDE to say, TOTALLY FINE with the FAITH DUMP. And if WHOEVER you were gettin' your PRAY on to before has HALF A BRAIN I'm sure THEY are too." What a non-judgemental creator deity.

Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    "I use long guns too sometimes." Kyra speaks up when Arthur also mentions having a rifle card. "Can't say I'm a certified sniper but having the extra range is handy, especially since the healer aggro is /real/ out here. -oh yeah, and specifically, white magic healing works by resetting your pattern back to normal. Which is why it only works for injuries and not like a hereditary disease you were born with. Or male pattern baldness." Patting herself down, Kyra selects a flask from one of her belts that contains a slightly luminous green liquid. "Hipotion." she explains, holding the flask up. "What's a ghast tear regen?"

    Since this seems to be all about MIXING STUFF TOGETHER, Kyra digs through her belts and pouches some more, green eyes flickering to that immortality elixer for a moment. A few more things are removed-a dart with a dull orange liquid in it and a big shiny hunk of gold. "Gold mixed with dragon blood." she explains, "One of the Union allies had molten gold thrown at him during a fight." A bullet is also added, though it's a strange one by normal firearm standards. It's a solid slug with nowhere for powder or charges.

    "Girl." Kyra corrects out of respect for the lizardwoman. "So yeah, I agree and I'm up for starting from square one...even if it takes years. I'm all ready to to nope right out of accidentally killing my friends." A wide grin spreads across her face when Arthur conceeds that going back to the aforementioned religion was not recommended. In that moment, she starts liking the hot-blooded mage just a little bit more.

    "I remember Afterus Exposition Hour." She nods...then snickers, "Well since this choice has the official Creator God Seal of Approval then that makes it double okay. 'cause it was a creator god religion I dumped. Well...goddess. So it's like double extra revenge on my parents, heh heh." There's a little malicious look on her face for a few seconds as she rubs her hands together. "Okay, so...abstrata time, right?"

Arthur Lowell has posed:
    "You say Ainsley, I think of that big guy on TV with the cooking show. Though I guess he's not had that for like three years now." Arthur shrugs and laughs a bit. Oddly enough, each offered artifact disappears into Arthur's inventory. Kyra will get to see him fuss with new, un-punched punchcards!

    

    How strange. He sets about punching other cards with codes he's reading off the back. "Alright, let's try the MAGIC CRYSTAL BALL and the RIFLE mostly, a side of GOLD. I'll try WITH BULLETS or WITHOUT BULLETS, and then one WITH DARTS or WITHOUT DARTS. Oh, right, the GHAST TEAR stuff, that's something I learned from an old POTION-MAKING PAL. Or, ENEMY. She killed one of my BEST FRIENDS 'cause of a LOVE TRIANGLE, but she made a MEAN POTION. REGENERATION! Sort of. GRADUAL HEALTH STUFF. Not INSTANT HEALTH though." There's a bit of a wince at the 'revenge on my parents' comment. Arthur's been around the block enough times to know both the issues with that stance and the tactlessness of trying to break Kyra out of it right now. Instead, work! Help! Friendship! Much more productive.

    "Let's see, let's see..." And now he's plugging cards into slots, carving weird crystaline structures at some kind of lathe, inserting them into the larger platformed apparatus... But, what happens at the very end is DEFINITELY magical. The big robot arm comes down and scans the crystal with its laser reader and then there's a sudden gush of magic as something appears on the platform!

Arthur crafted ASSAULT RIFLE