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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2018 16:32:28 GMT -5
For too long Amatricina had ignored her original purpose for coming to the mortal realm. The planet Earth contained seven hidden gems of magical power, capable of granting wishes beyond the wildest dreams. While the demon had originally not believed it, ancient scrolls from her archives had alluded to the gem's power. Later on she had learned the name Dragonball from the Saiyan warrior Gurki, and latter still learned the full potential of the Dragonballs from the Kabochan Emperor, Carambolis himself. Since then the Fire Demon had vowed to help the Emperor gather the relics, so he may show her how to wield their powerful wish granting magics. Even if she coveted the gems for herself, Amatricina did not know how to invoke their power, and that knowledge kept her obligated to her end of the bargain. When she first arrived on the Earth, Amatricina had wandered the width and breath of the land searching for the mystic relics in an aimless quest. Her search had grown more refined, and she first checked on the major metropolitan centers for any beings who held knowledge of magic, the mystic, or the arcane. Most proved charlatans or petty conjurers of cheap tricks. For every one genuine magic user there were a hundred fakes, it was irksome to say the least. Still though, it was the only real lead she had beyond combing this damnable planet inch by miserable inch, so the demoness reluctantly kept to her task. Her search for the arcane had led the Demon Lord to a placed called Satan City, located south of the East City she was more familiar with. It was a larger, more bustling metropolis that had apparently been named after a mighty earthling warrior in centuries past. His image crazed the signs throughout the city, and statues in his likeness stood on early every street. Amatricina thought the man looked like a fool, with his ridiculous hair style and stupid grin. She reckoned it'd be an easy feat to pummel the revered 'Mr. Satan' into submission. As she traveled through the busy streets of Satan City, Amatricina once more donned the familiar mortal disguise she'd concocted as a human woman. A tight red top and black leggings replaced the demoness' usual crimson and gold armor. The demon's normally wild mane of fiery red hair was fashioned into a long braided ponytail that trailed down to the small of her back. Amatricina's great crown of four black horns were hidden away by her magic, replaced only by a simple black headband that kept her hair neatly in check. Her armored heels were traded out for black high heeled shoes, and the normally ostentatious amount of jewelry the demoness wore was replaced by simple pair of ruby and gold earrings and a matching set of gold bracelets about her wrists. Lastly, Amatricina's normally crimson gaze was exchanged for soft blue eyes. She had long since mastered adopting her human guise at a moment's notice, perhaps a sign she was spending far too much time on earth. With her vast power level suppressed down to only a few thousand, she was still notable among the civilian populace of the earth, but not entirely unremarkable. Too pride to ever allow herself to be entirely unremarkable, the demoness never changed her wanton curvaceous figure with her magics. She remained voluptuous and statuesque, with feminine curves that filled the hearts of men with lust and women with envy. Just as she so enjoyed doing. The demon at present walked through the crowded aisles of a supposed shop of magical curiosities on the city's busy main street. What she had hoped would be a promising collection of magical relics, arcane treasures, and ancient artifacts was fast proving a waste of her time. This store's wares were proving little better than baubles. There were as many fakes as there were items of little intrinsic value. The locals ate it up, gawking over supposedly magic swords that were little better than cold rolled steel, ancient sealing scrolls who's ink held no magic, and crystal balls that were the wrong kind for proper divination. The mortal's ignorance of true magic was irritating, but Amatricina tried to pay it no mind. She thumbed through a dusty tome of a history book, leather bound and faded with age. It was one of the few 'genuine' items within this place. Its faded pages telling of the history of the Earth. Amatricina hoped to gleam clues to the Dragonballs from this text, but it was fast proving as useless as everything else. The demon let out a sigh, muttering under her breath. "This is proving a waste of my time..." She said softly, raising her head to look about the busy store in idle fascination. She wondered if there were any others here looking for actual items of any intrinsic value? Or was this entire place just a tourist trap to sell upcharged trinkets and forgeries to gullible shoppers?
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Post by Thundos on Dec 3, 2018 16:47:58 GMT -5
Thundos was at his usual occupation. He used that small training room that Coff had in his mansion and used it to train, or rather train Juce, as she was accompanying him after her school. Or rather then training he helped her getting a grasp on ki. Though her father is a rather skilled martial artist, she never learned to use it, not like her older sister. That doesn’t mean that she is weak, she certainly is stronger than the average person, but still she just can’t control the energy within a person, called ki. It was surprising for Thundos that she actually asked him to train her how to fly, as she didn’t do much training in martial arts in the last years. She seldom stays at one thing and change her hobbies rather often, always trying something new. But perhaps she wanted to learn it, after hearing from his and Sodas vacation trip a few weeks ago, or she simply was in the mood for it today. Both possible explanations. After they did some sparring, where Thundos had to suppress his power level extremely, so he couldn’t hurt her. Juce asked about it. So he did some explanations. As he learned it, to be able to manipulate the power, or energy that exist in every living thing you had to be physically and mentally fit. But it also takes time, you can’t just learn it in a day or two. It takes time to learn it and a lifetime to master it, if you are lucky and talented and determined enough. “Isn’t there a faster way? I want to be able to fly, like you are”, was her respond after they sat down to meditate. Only a few years ago, Thundos was bad at standing still, but learned that it took patience to achieve your goals. But as he suspect, patience isn’t Juce’s strong point. “Not really, as I said, it takes a time and patience”, he answered. He heard a sigh from the girl and knew that she stopped and stood up. “Maybe that isn’t something for me”, she said and went to the exit of the small dojo room. “Good luck with your training, I am going to meet some friends later, gonna be back for dinner.” With that she left the room. “As I knew it, no endurance”, Thundos muttered. He was still sitting on the ground with closed eyes, while someone else was sliding the door, it was Sida. “Hey, you’re into training again”, she said. “Hope my sister didn’t bother you too much.” She leaned on the wall. “She isn’t bothering”, Thundos replied. Yeah she can be a handful, but that didn’t bother him at all. He stood up and walked towards the girl. “That isn’t what brought me to interrupt you. You know that friend of mine, Darc? That one that is so into occultic and stuff”, she started. “He was in this magic item shop that is so popular with tourists. He said, they got a sword with lightning magic imbued, as it had a symbol engraved. From what he told me it looked a lot like your families symbol”, she reported. “Probably not what I look for, but I will try it out nonetheless.” Thundos decided, that it was worth looking into it, even if it is not his sword, seemingly someone used the symbol for stupid items. Maybe that gave him some lead to follow. “I know, but can’t help you out today, got something to prep for tomorrow, see ya.” With that he was alone again. Thundos showered before he took on his normal clothing and went out, as he had trained for hours and didn’t want to smell. He styled his hair and got his goggles. Man he really liked that look, but it was time to go.
A short while after Thundos wandered around the street of Satan City. Not long ago, he sensed a power level, that was pretty above the normal. Not on his, or Sidas, or Coffs level, but one could never tell, maybe they were hiding their true power. So instead of going to the shop, he was wandering around, following the power reading he had. After a while he noticed that the person belonging was going towards his initial goal, so he stopped goofing around and speed up a bit. What did someone that was clearly above average want from something that wasn’t much more than a souvenir shop. Maybe that was a sign, that there were more behind that fishy sword, Sida told him about. He got a bit excited about this, finally some lead? He sure hoped so.
Before entering the shop he looked at the shop, it really wasn’t much. Inside there were quite the number of people of different origin and shape. Still it wasn’t hard to find the person he sensed. Even without her power level the woman had just the perfect curves, almost too perfect. It was hard to look away, but Thundos wasn’t here for picking up girls, still he examined her. She seemed like she didn’t found what she wanted. Yeah, this shop was just selling stupid things. Thundos didn’t knew, if magic really exist, but for some using ki could seem like and there are so many worlds out in space. Maybe somewhere magic exist. As his thought wandered, he was asking himself, if he could beat magic with his martial arts. He shook his head, back to earth. He took his eyes from that beauty and looked around. There were some swords that were labeled magic, as if. They were nothing, toys or something you should only hang on a wall or something, they were dull. Even so he was interested in one sword in particular. The engraving looked from afar like the family symbol, but when he got closer no. What was on the sword, was the sign for lightning and a stylized one above it, but the engraving were poorly made not to say, this blade was dull as well and the quality was not even worth mentioning. He looked at it with disgust. Now he wanted to know who made this thing and gave out punishment. He reached out towards the sword and took it from the stands it was on, ignoring the sign, that said not to touch. With it he wanted to find the salesman of this place, but he couldn’t find that person, but his eyes again found the woman, who seemed to look around now, watching the customers. As the counter was currently not unoccupied, probably in the storage room, he decided to speak to that woman and went over to her. “Looks like you didn’t found anything”, he said. He really didn’t know, what else to say. “Me neither. I just want to know, who made this dull steel club, they call sword, but the vendor seems to be not here.” Thundos tried his best not to look at the curves, but couldn’t help to take a short glance, while he thought not to be watched by her. “I am Thundos, nice to meet you.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2018 22:12:24 GMT -5
Amatricina was back to idly thumbing through her tome when she felt the eyes of another staring at the back of her head. She acted surprised when the mortal began to speak, slamming shut her book in shock as the hair on the back of her neck stood up. "Oh!" The demon said excitedly, spinning around and placing a hand on his chest as if to steady her racing heart. "My, you startled me there. I was just so... engrossed in this book." The voluptuous woman smiled sweetly, raising a hand to rub at the back of her head as she thought carefully on her next words. Her expression turned more dour in an instant, and she let out a disgruntled sigh. "Oh who am I kidding, this book is just a collection of useless stories and fables. There's nothing in here I need." With that she placed the dusty tome back on its shelf, alongside so many other useless collections of information. Truly, a wasted venture. The demoness furrowed her brow, shaking her head slightly as she spoke. Now she'd have to deal with speaking to this mortal, and playing her part. She loathed these interactions, most men simply lusted over her and those that didn't rarely proved useful. "You're right though... Thundros was it? I haven't found anything I've been looking for. Now here, not anywhere in this city. This all journey has proven a huge waste of my time." With that Amatricina let out another sigh, a pouty look on her angelic face. She perked up though, extending her slender hand to shake, it was a universal greeting, one that she noted seemed to transcend culture and species. "A pleasure to meet you though. I am Amata Tricina." Amatricina stopped herself, as she almost continued on with her full contingent of titles. It had been too long since she walked in a mortal guise. It took readjusting pretending to be an ignorant weakling. Amatricina smiled as she caught Thundros taking glances at her figure. She moved her hands to adjust her top, in truth doing so only to put a quick, playful bounce in her bust. It was fun to tempt and tease mortals, though often far too easy. As she finished the demoness placed a hand to her chin. "They were seriously selling that as a weapon? I am ashamed, its not even fit to be a club." The woman reached out and snatched up the blade from her acquaintance, extending out her slender arm and slamming the blade down on her wrist with the other hand. It impacted porcelain flesh and to no one's surprise failed miserable to cut. Instead the blade merely deformed against the curve of her wrist, leaving a crescent shaped indent in the meat of the blade. The demon laughed, a light and airy chuckle as she inspected the blade. "Laughable. The steel is so impure, the metallurgical balance is entirely off, and the flame of their forge was not nearly hot enough. I wouldn't cut butter with this blade, much less carry it into battle." The demoness handed the blade back to Thundros, smirking as she did. "Perhaps the vendor isn't here because he's ashamed of his cheap trinkets, though I highly doubt that with the way they are so proudly displayed. So are you a swordsman then Thundros? I am something of a smith." This much was actually true, the Fire Demon Clan hailed from a molten world of ash and cinder. The abundance of precious metals and volcanic resources on their world made them among the finest smiths and artisans in the Demon Realm. Though their focus was almost entirely on warfare, as all demons tended to be. Amatricina's station was far above that of a lowly smith, toiling at their forge turning molten ore into forged tools and weapons. Though it was expected of her as a Warlord's child to have sufficient grasp of their clan's coveted smelting techniques as they represented a sizable chunk of Fire Demon culture. "If you are here seeking blades, I can more than assure you there are precisely zero here that meet up to my high standards of adequacy."
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Post by Thundos on Dec 4, 2018 14:19:25 GMT -5
Thundos understood that she was looking for something in particular. That was totally fine, but why would she come to this shop for. It didn’t seem like she was after some souvenir. That was weird. What did she thought she could get in here? This shop was only for those make believes and those who want some more bizarre gift. Nothing was worth anything in here. Though maybe Amata Tricina was into the kind of books they sold in here. He looked at the one she was putting away. It seemed like an old one, maybe it should represent something like a magical tome or something alike. He wasn’t really familiar with these kind of things. He couldn’t figure it out and for him it didn’t really matter. Well at least he got to know her name and he took the hand, she was presenting and answered that gesture of greeting. After that he was catched looking at her, but the response of Amata was not as Thundos expected, she more or likely seemed to seduce him, maybe trying to bring him into doing something stupid. His only answer to that was raising one eyebrow. Unfortunately it distracted him enough, that the woman could snatch the sword he was holding, without him even reacting to it. He didn’t expect her to be this fast. At least he wasn’t the one to damage it. Though he agreed that it was poorly made, in one thing she was wrong. Even if that blade was trash a normal person would have hurt himself by this. Why would she hit her own wrist, just to prove the blade was worthless. “You know, the one who break it must buy it”, he simply stated and declined taking back the sword. “I am not here to buy a sword”, he respond, after letting Amata finish speaking. “And while I do not consider myself a swordsman, my family martial arts do practice sword fight.” He gave out a long sigh. Now how could they explain this to the vendor? He needed to be on at least neutral term with him, or he may decline telling him, what he wanted to know. “I actually wanted to talk about the engraving on the blade with the vendor. It resembles my families emblem and I wanted to know who made it.” Well he could still do that, but that depended on the people who was selling this stuff. “What did you do?” Speaking of the devil there he was and he was so clicheé. Wearing a dark robe with the hood deep over his head, his actual face was in the shadows, just because he always moved so that the light didn’t shine on it, maybe he had an ugly face, or he simple wanted to bring a specific vibe. For Thundos it looked stupid. “You damaged this blade, now the curse of the god of lighting shall befall you.”As Thundos ever would believe any of his words, but right after the vendor finished his words, the light turned off and the windows dimmed a bit. “Now if you want the curse to be gone, you need to pay tenfold the price for his sword, you so thoughtless broke.” The vendor sounded like he was serious about it. Did he really believed his own words, or was he just good in acting. But Thundos couldn’t care less, he wasn’t the one to damage it, he simple didn’t feel involved in that. But that didn’t mean, he would just walk away. Who knows, what kind of guy the vendor truly was. Though Thundos believed Amata should pay for the damage, there surely was a limit to how much to pay. “What a pain”, Thundos muttered. If things got fishy, he was prepared to step in, but first Thundos wanted the light back. It got pretty dark in here, one could still see good enough to orientate around, but still dark. No one from outside could probably see what was going on in here anymore. He decided to use a light switch, as that Vendor probably had some remote control under his robe. So he speeded towards a light switch, without the vendor noticing it first, that was beside the customer entrance, but hold in. First he wanted to know what was going to happen and wanted to see Amatas reaction. Maybe she just had to pay that blade and everything was good, who knew.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2018 0:04:08 GMT -5
Amatricina gave the mortal a quizzical expression, obviously puzzled by his comment. "I break it, I buy it? Why? It is an inferior weapon, good for nothing at all. Why would I pay for something worthless?" The earthling culture vexed her ceaselessly. Again something as simple as commerce only proved their inferiority. Why would a rational being ever pay, willingly, for a product that was far below the expected quality? Why did the mortals celebrate their own weakness so? The demon quickly shook off her puzzled expression, returning to casual nonchalance. She merely shrugged, simply replying "Well consider that your good fortune then, as there are no swords here worth buying. I wouldn't trust them to cut vegetables, much less flesh." Thundros admittance his martial arts included swordsmanship intrigued the demon. Her own combat relied chiefly on the talons of her armored gauntlets, and her own formidable might. There were plenty among her clan that practiced with weapons though. They forged grim tools of slaughter with their Magical Materialization, there were few physical objects within her realm not forged by the touch of magic in some small way. She had yet to meet an earthling who incorporated weaponry into their martial arts, even those of the planet's military seemed to favor their modernized armor and energy weaponry to make up for a lacking in martial arts. "You're still perfectly capable of asking about this emblem." The demoness said matter-of-factly, pointing a finger at the intact symbol upon the damaged blade. "Though I wouldn't go looking for an ancestral blade wherever they forge cheap steel. I assume your blade was quality, forged by a master smith. Only a foolish blacksmith melts down and reforges good steel, re-tempering it only weakens the metal. Once forged, a masterfully crafted weapon should last a lifetime on its own given proper care." The demoness continued exposing more of her metallurgical knowledge, it came naturally really. Fire ran in her blood, and molten metal was as good as gold to a Fire Demon. Hell, molten metal often was gold, the substance ran rich in thick underground veins on their world. The coffers and vaults of Monsigneus teemed with boundless riches, greedily horded over the eons. Amatricina was part way through her elaboration when a robed figure appeared. She immediately scoffed, the man looked uncannily similar to members of a cult that had worshiped her dread father, Tartaros. When the Demon Lord passed Amatricina had inherited his lands and titles, and technically his mortal cults as well. She deigned to suffer their presence, and had slain most of them to the last. The penchant for cultists and long black robes seemed to transcend cultures, species, even time period. Centuries would pass and the demoness would uncover new cults that called to their realm for assistance and they always seemed to style themselves in that attire. The demon suppressed a snicker as the man shouted in alarm, it was too comical for her. She rolled her eyes at the supposed curse now inflicted upon her. Amatricina sniffed at the air, she smelled no magic. There was no noteworthy power levels to inflict such a curse, she sensed no trace of magic. A lying mortal, how droll. They were about as common as severed heads on a demon battlefield. "Pfft. I hardly damaged the blade, shoddy craftsmanship did the real damage. I just made it glaringly apparent." Amatricina swung the weapon in a curved arc, a razors edge from even its dull blade slicing clean into the vendor's throat. "Either the God of Lightning is the most laughably pitiful deity to ever exist, or there is no curse. Please, do not think me a fool, or you'll test the limits of my patience." The demoness was in no mood for a spectacle, and was beholden against mindless bloodshed on Earth by Emperor Carambolis. So that begrudgingly meant finding nonviolent solutions to otherwise trivial problems. Amatricina sighed, "So be it then, give me a moment." She said simply, letting go of the blade in her hand. It did not fall, simply held aloft by her telekinesis as the Demon began to concentrate. She summoned a brief vestige of her magical prowess. Her fingertips shimmered with ruby energy. "Paparappa!" She said, channeling her magic into the damaged blade. The magic word was not needed, not for her fire based dark magics anyways. But it helped sell the illusion. It was child's play repairing the blade, she would do far more than that. Amatricina transmuted the steel, repairing it and giving it a magical crimson shade that matched her fiery hair color. A normally impossible color for steel, it shimmered with a lustrous sheen. The hilt and cross guard of the weapon became trimmed in pure gold, set inscribed with thunder bolts and lightning strike latticework. Lastly the pommel stone of the weapon became an onyx gemstone, perfectly smooth with an immaculate shine. The lightning symbol on the blade reshaped itself, forging into the brand of the Fire Demon Clan. Amatricina doubted these mortals knew of her clan, they interfered little with mortal concerns. Mostly their attentions were focused on their demonic rivals. The weapon shimmered with brilliant magical energy for a moment, before fading away slowly. Amatricina reached out and plucked the weapon from the air, inspecting the balance of her craftsmanship. It was... adequate, considering what poor materials she had to work with. She was not a miracle worker, but she was close enough when it came to these petty mortal dilemmas. She extended a hand, offering the newly reforged blade to the shop keep. "You address a Witch of the Flame Witch Clan, I believe I am the authority here on metallurgy and smithing." The demoness did not actually know how common the beings called witches were on earth. But Lilith Nevermore had worn her status as a badge of honor. So Amatricina presumed the rest of her kind did as well. Were there truly fire witches, the demoness did not know. But likely neither did the vendor, so there was that. Amatricina smiled a wicked grin. "I believe I have increased this blade's worth ten fold with my magic. You can now proudly sell it as the genuine article. Oh yes, and my friend here had a question about the weapon's original, less impressive forging." Amatricina gestured to Thundros, who seemed apathetic to the entire scene.
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Post by Thundos on Dec 5, 2018 16:21:39 GMT -5
It was obvious that this woman didn’t know about law and morals. Where had she grown up? But at least she didn’t kill him. Though for him it looked like, she wanted to, but something seemingly hold her back. Well of cause there was no curse, he was just talking bullshit, either crazy, or just putting on a stupid act, that wasn’t the right place though. It would be faster, if that vendor would just talked normally. But then something happened that he wasn’t expecting. First the sword didn’t fall, it just float before Amata. He never seen a sword float, but it must have surely been the doing of that woman. As Thundos could see, the vendor was astonished as well. What both didn’t know, she hasn’t even started yet. While the selles man was more entering a shocked state, Thundos indes while seriously being overwhelmed by what Amata did, was still by his mind. He started to analyse it. From what he could sense, it wasn’t ki, she was transfering into the blade, but surely some sort of dark power. To be honest, he never seen or heard of this. While the blade was not only restored, but improved into a proper sword, she only said one word at the beginning. So probably magic did exist and that woman just used it. Normally no rational people could get to that conclusion, luckily Thundos wasn’t against the thought that something doing miraculous things could exist. To some extent using ki could do crazy things, that defined laws of nature, but no one could simple do this. The vendor looked at the woman with wide opened eyes and mouth. Had he just seen real magic? That was, that was amazing. The fire witch clan, he had heard rumors on ocultspacenet.org but that was crazy, now one stood right before him. He left his state of shock and instantly fall on his knee. “Oh great witch, I apologize for my stupidness and rudeness, to not see a true wielder of magic in front of me.” The man was bowing on the ground. Then Amata was addressing Thundos as a friend, who wanted to speak to him. Well maybe this could be of use, at least he had something to keep the vendor from hiding or lying from him. . “Of course, I will answer your friend. And thank you for your kindness.” He then robs on his knees towards Thundos, which was a bit embarrassing, better the light were off. “I wanted to ask about the engraving”, Thundos started. “You know, they look alot like my families symbol, so I want to know, who did this?” As Thundos was looking down on the man, he got a bit irritated. “And please stand up.” He didn’t wait, rather grabbed that man by the hood and pulled him on his feet. “I am sorry”, he apologised. “The smith actually lives within the city. Not far from the stadium, were the tournament is hold. I give you the address.” Quickly he went over towards the counter and pulled a sheet from under it and wrote something down. “How can he afford to live there, with such bad works?”, Thundos was more thinking aloud. “Well the most people who came here are just looking for something that is made out of metal and looks like a sword with magic engraving, so we keep the production price really low”, the vendor answered. So basically they are cheating the customers, what a surprise. He gave Thundos the sheet, with the sloppy written address, he can’t read this writing. “Is that all?”, he asked to which Thundos nodded. Well regarding they are still producing this things there, it shouldn’t be too hard to find. “Well I got what I want, thank you for your bizarre way of help”, Thundos thanked Amata, as this all oculty thing speeded things up, probably. “What was it you were after? Maybe I can help a bit at least.”“Yes, please, tell me your wish”, the vendor added bowing deeply before Amata. He put that sword somewhere behind the counter afterwards. He would never ever sold a piece, created by a true witch with true magic. He rather will treasure it as his personal artefact, maybe he could use it to attract more customers. ----------------------------------------------------- Words: 721
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2018 2:12:59 GMT -5
Amatricina couldn't help but suppress a snicker as the mortal shop keep quickly changed his tune. What had just moments ago been a belligerent oaf demanding she pay for damages to his shoddy wares was instantly a man begging for forgiveness and mercy. Professing his idiocies and renouncing his earlier actions. She silently allowed him to grovel, it amused her greatly. Truly, he did look and act like one of the myriad of mortal cultists that had sought her influence over the centuries. Were she not acting under the guise of a mortal herself the shop keep would already be a pile of ash. This one lives, she supposed, if only to make an example of the rest. Immediately the 'witch' put on her finest acting, laughing aloud cheerfully as she placed a hand at her chest. "OHOHOHO, please darling. You flatter me. Please, do continue." She loved adoration and flattery, regardless of what form she took. The demoness' pride was near insatiable, and her vanity was matched only by her avarice. As she finished the woman crossed her arms, a smirk plastered on her face. "Good. Answer him well, I have far deadlier magics that making petty baubles."The Fire Demon watched with playful eyes as her acquaintance hoisted the sniveling man to his feet and asked him for the answers he sought. She cared little about this family sword of his, or the junk peddler that supplied them. What she cared about was the emotions at play, the vendor's fear alone smelled wonderful as it wafted off him. Amatricina couldn't help but give in to her demonic nature at times. She did so love causing strife, wherever her heels tread. She briefly mused on if allowing the man to keep a demon forged blade was a prudent decision. Ultimately Amatricina shrugged it off with the usual nonchalance she did for mortal affairs. Let him keep her toy, with any luck he wouldn't learn how to invoke the power of flame that now dwelled within the blade. Or let him, she did like the idea of a madman wielding a burning blade cutting down mortals left and right. It was an amusing thought. Her gaze returned to Thundros when the man thanked for the woman's assistance. "Happy to help." She said with a cheery grin. "I like to think I am quite talented on matters of the arcane." If only the mortal knew the half that truth. A pity she could not assume her true form, summon a dimensional rift, and show these fools true power. "I'd love your help." She added, though her stare turned icy as she turned to address the shop keeper. "Though not yours, you have done more than enough. Keep your new toy, and keep your mouth shut. Or next time it'll be you I turn to forged steel." She flashed a toothy smile, teeth sharp and pointed gleaming like pearls in her mouth. Amatricina turned back to her new lackey, taking her arm under Thundros and hurriedly walking him outside. "Come darling, let us leave this wretched place." She said, nearly wrapping herself around him as they moved. Once outside Amatricina pulled herself off the man, stretching her arms over her head and cracking her back as she let out a content sigh. "Ah... much better. It's far too stuffy in there, aside from all the crushing disappointment." As the woman lowered her arms back to her sides the motion caused her considerable bust to wobble heavily beneath her skin tight top. She paid no attention to this, or made it seem as she didn't. "Now... where were we." The witch said still feigning charming innocence. Placing a finger to her lips she mused for a moment to herself. "Oh yes, what I seek." The demoness gave a wicked grin, it betrayed a hint of her true, sinister nature. A wide smile with piercing eyes that seemed to look through the man. It faded in a moment, but the visage was rather chilling. "My clan has seven ancient treasures, ones we jealously guarded for generations. Perfect gemstones the size of a large fruit, amber in color, with black stars painted on them to signify their number." She lifted a hand, summoning an orb of fire with four stars of hotter blue flame on its face. A loose facsimile of a dragonball. "They looked similar to this. The gems themselves hold no significance to my clan beyond sentimental value. One was given to each of the seven great houses of witches. Most are gone, lost to the ages. I seek to recover the full set so someone can guard these treasured relics. That is why I tirelessly search even the faintest glimmer of a lead for any clues to their whereabouts." With that she dismissed her flame and gestured back to the curiosity shop. "Which is how I end up rooting around in places like this." She added with a slight scowl. Her irritation with the fruitless nature of her search quite clear.
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Post by Thundos on Dec 7, 2018 14:42:12 GMT -5
Thundos couldn’t figure her out. She was a whole different league, probably in more than one way. She seemed friendly but could be ice cold in the matter of second. There was also the magic thing, he wondered what magic could do and how he could fight against it. Fortunately he won’t learn it with his own body today, as it seems they get along a bit at least. Still something told him, she was dangerous. He just couldn’t get in which way. The vendor got his sword and did as the witch ordered, until she left, he wouldn’t even dare to make the slightest sound. So he stood still at the counter trying hard to not even move any muscle anymore. But within his mind he happily jumps across the store, as he now got to meet a true magic user. Never would he imagine it, that magic truly exists. He also got a present from her. Unfortunately he couldn’t get a picture of her. That would be the best thing to brag before his friends and the space net community. Well they both were finished in here, so there was nothing against following Amata outside, so Thundos followed her, or better let her drag him out. Hopefully this address would lead him to somewhere, maybe he should go back in and let the vendor wrote it down in a readable matter, but that could be left for later. Now he offered his help to her and he wouldn’t go back on his word. Outside was a much better air, that was true. So Thundos could only agree with her about it. “True, fresh air is much better.” He tried to ignore some motions at Amatas Body, as it seemed rude to him and it probably was rude to. “You probably wanted to tell me, what you were here for”, Thundos answered, as Amata seemed to recollect what they wanted to do now. As she remembered and told him, Thundos kept quiet, listening and tried to find what he could do to help. Unfortunately he didn’t know about magic and witch clans. But he knew that one of Sidas friends were into occult stuff. As he recollect he was a bookworm with glasses, a bit strange sometimes, but someone you could trust. “Unfortunately I’ve never seen something like those orbs. Hence it was the first time I’ve seen magic and heard about witch clans, but that doesn’t mean much”, he said after Amata finished. That wasn’t the best, he wanted to help but his only hope was asking someone he knew. “But if even the slightest rumor came out, that they had anything to do with something magical, even if they themselves hold no power, then I think people like him eager for them. There could be salesman trying to get a good prices, or people wanting to show them off”, he analysed. “So it wasn’t a bad idea to seek such a shop. I personally doesn’t know any other address for you, but someone who could lead us there. He is well a friend of mine sort of.” He is actually Sidas friend, they only met a few times, but it was the best he got. Sida was meeting with friends, if he was around and they were at the usual spot, it wasn’t far from here. “If we are lucky, he is somewhere near, hanging out with friends at an arcade.” Thundos pointed the street down behind him. “Let’s go, it sounded like you don’t have any other lead at the moment.” He waved his hand as sign to follow him, unless her, he gave her the choice to follow him. The destination was not far away only a few hundred meters. For his sake, he felt Sida there, good thing she couldn’t suppress her power level, so it was easy to sense her ki. With the level he hold currently, she was somewhere between him and Amata. If Sida would train more serious, she could be much stronger than that. As he said, it didn’t really took long to get there. The arcade was a small one, but it got some good games in it. As usual it was only half full, though it got some qualitiy games, most were a bit older and most people were drawn towards the new and shiny and easier ones. The best customers here would be Sida and her friends. The brown haired girl was as usual at the fighting arcade and probably losing. Thundos couldn’t help but smile, he knew her for so long and even though they didn’t seen each other for a while, she still was the same, even if she would say otherwise. He looked at the other two, a girl he saw a few times with twin tails and good for him, one boy with glasses, as he is the only boy in Sidas little clique. “Well looks like he is here”, he said. If Amata didn’t follow him, it would seem a little stupid, as he would be talking to himself. “The one with the glasses.” ------------------------------------------ Words: 852 Words Total: 3509 @amatricina
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2018 21:20:32 GMT -5
Amatricina furrowed her brow slightly when the man reveal no insight on the Dragonballs, not that she had mentioned them by name. She raised a hand dismissively to the man as she spoke. "I have considered that avenue before, even visited supposed auctions that contain the gems I seek. But alas, every time I think one within my grasp they elude me. I am greeted with only fakes, forgeries, or idle rumors. The only thing I truly find is the bitter taste of defeat." The woman let out a sigh, seemingly become quite downtrodden. "It is a pill I often have to swallow. Sometimes I fear my goals might simply be unachievable. I don't even know if my gems still exist, the missing ones could be lost at the bottom of the sea or destroyed for all I know." That much was painfully true, Amatricina had been looking for the Dragonballs for months, and it was a largely fruitless search. She had uncovered the first one, the five star ball rather quickly, but finding the rest was proving slow going. Perhaps her luck would turn around someday. The gems were her primary reason for being on the Earth, other then her vows to Emperor Carambolis. The woman's sullen attitude seemed to perk up a bit when Thundros announced he might have had another lead. It was better than nothing, as the demon truly didn't have anything better to go off of. She'd scoured most of the city and found little that could even constitute as a clue. If the random acquaintance of a lowly earthling led her to the next Dragonball, then so be it. When she spoke again she was cheery and warm. "Well isn't that lovely of you darling. I'd love to hear whatever your friend has to say. Worst comes to pass it'll just be another dead end... Kami knows I am used to those by now." She let out a sarcastic huff, before following alongside the man. When 'Amata Tricina' walked, she walked with a haughty purpose that betrayed her regal upbringing. Her every step was a copious display of sinful grace. Plump thighs brushing lovingly past each other as wide childbearing hips swayed from side to side. It was enough to turn heads and attract lustful stares from mortal men and envious wanton looks from their women. The demon relished sensing the sin that wafted off them from her visage, she could feel it deep in their hearts. When the duo arrived at the arcade, the witch tried her best to hide her disappointment with what she saw. She had foolishly been expecting some earthling warrior, perhaps a martial arts master or a soldier. Or with any luck an actual witch, or a sorcerer of some kind. The latter seemed especially foolish, as Thundros didn't seem the type to associate with the more mystical of earthling society, at least based on Amatricina's casual observation of the human race. Still, she hid her disappointment as best she could and put on a cheery expression. "Well it's good he's here." She replied sweetly, blue eyes turning towards the group of earthlings at their games. "It's certainly better than nothing." With that the witch moved to approach the mortals, already the gears in her mind turning as she mulled over what to say next. She approached the mortal boy, barely beyond a child compared to her millennia old form. Amatricina cleared her throat before addressing the group. "Ahem. I am Amata Tricina, Fire Witch and collector of the rare and the arcane." She stated politely, giving a slight curtsy as she introduced herself. Regal courtly formalities had been drilled into the Fire Demon's brain for centuries by her mother mostly. Even to this day such lessons did not fade easily, or when in a guise. The witch's gaze fixed on the boy with glasses. As instructed by her new acquaintance, she addressed him directly. "I have recently met Thundros here, and he believes you might be of some assistance to me. You see..." Once more the demoness opened her palm and projected a burning facsimile of a dragonball for the group to inspect. "These are what I seek, rare gems crafted millennia ago, seven in a set but scattered to the four corners of the globe eons ago. I wish to recover them on behalf of my order. They are priceless, albeit powerless artifacts, but hold great sentimental value among witches."
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Post by Thundos on Dec 9, 2018 10:11:59 GMT -5
Well at least he got her excited. But it must have been frustrating for her. Seemingly a fruitless search. Well seven orbs on earth that was nearly impossible to do in a lifetime, but still possible. So he brought Amata to the arcada were the friend was currently. Just hanging around at the side, as Sida took the lead as usual. He wanted to go first and introduce them, but Amata was faster and spoke to him. At first Booklas was looking sceptical at the busty woman. Speaking so directly, that she is a witch, was not as good. It was true, magic, witches and such existed, he had seen it. Most people on the other hand didn’t believe in it and if someone just stated being a witch would be labeled a liar or worse crazy. We got so much understanding of things, that most what was once very long ago would have seem to be magical. Good for her, that no other relevant was around, only himself and his friend and Thundos. While they weren’t good friend, he acknowledged that he and Sida were friends longer than him. ”That is either brave or stupid, to state you are a witch, if you are one that is”, he responded to Amata. Next she was telling him about some orbs, that hold a value to her and her clan. She was rather open with it, or was she? Well seeing that Thundos brought her to him, there must have been some truth behind it. He wasn’t the type of guy that would make fun of him, because of his interest in occult thing. He looked her in the eyes, not interested in her curved figure, as he more liked small curves, putting on a pretty good poker face. “If what you said is true, I may have some leads. Some small ones in the city, though they may be not worth it, but one that isn’t exactly living in the city, but relative close. He brags about some mysterious orb he had found, that and I quote: Hold unimaginary power and is a true magical item.” He paused for a moment and watched the reaction of Amata the fire witch. “You said they were powerless? Are they really?” Paused again. “Well never mind. He got some things he tells everyone who dares to be in the chatroom or meet him personal, but he never shows them, so most people think he is just lying. But I think there is some truth while he is probably over exaggerating, he is a collector of many things that are supposed to have magical background. If they are in the hand of any person around Satan City, he would be the best choice. Of course most “normal” people think he is just a crazy man”, he explained. Now he got his points. He had some information of value. But information wasn’t cheap, so he could at least want something. “Well that is what I can offer. Now in exchange for the addresses I would like you to show me, what you can do. I met at least one person that is capable of magic before.”While Booklas was talking to that self proclaimed witch, Sida was examining her. She was well build, there was nothing else, she could claim. Man why had she to show of her figure that much? If her aura wasn’t on this level, Sida would be pulling some pranks, but that wasn’t a good thing. Rather then that, she was thinking about teasing Thundos a bit. With that she had a sinister smile on her face, while approaching her childhood friend. He got a bit nervous, as he knew she was up to something and that wasn’t something good for him. “Seems like the address was pretty good, wasn’t it. You got some lead and a hot, sexy woman. Lucky you.” She couldn’t stop smiling, at least you could say, if she was up to something. “And here I was thinking your family sword was important to you, but instead you were dating a hot woman. Maybe I should tell Juce about it, she probably want to know everything the both of you had done and then tell it to all your friends.”“It wasn’t like that, she helped me, so I just return the favor”, Thundos defended himself. He didn’t want to have any weird rumor about him around. “In what way?” Sida wasn’t giving in, she knew that there was nothing, but now she got him. Also she wondered, how that Amata would react. “I swear, please say something.” Thundos hoped that Amata would help him out and would prove his words. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Words: 785
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2018 16:26:26 GMT -5
Amatricina's brow furrowed in contempt as the mortal child had the gall to call her stupid. At a minimum she should tear out his beating heart and devour it as his body witnesses its last breath of life before her. But alas, she did not. Wearing the damnable guise of a mortal meant stowing aside her more destructive impulses. It was a detestable reality of her deceptions. One reason the demoness did not regular adopt such guises, not without good reason. It was loathsome to her not to be able to walk in her own skin, acting as she desired. But so be it. "I see little reason why it is either." The witch replied coldly, fire shining brightly in her eyes as her temper flared. Heat radiated from her body for a brief moment, like being in a sauna before it simmered away. When Amatricina exhaled, a small puff of black smoke plumed from her mouth. She huffed and was instantly off put by this callous mortal's behavior. He had not even properly responded to her greeting with a formal introduction of her own. Rudeness it seemed, was the most defining trait of the earthlings. Amatricina had held little luck with them on that front. The demon crossed her arms, her posture changing to display her mild irritation. "I am curious of this friend of yours, and these bold claims of his. Because I can assure you, the objects I seek are quite useless. So he must be sorely mistaken." It had taken the Fire Demon far too long to learn of the true power of the dragonballs, and she jealously guarded that knowledge whenever possible. The fewer individuals out there hunting for what was rightfully hers, the better. She relaxed slightly at the stranger's admission his unknown friend was prone to over exaggeration. "It seems his tendency to stretch the truth is likely the answer here then. Would that not be the most logical outcome?" She said astutely, not wishing to debate the topic further but also unwilling to compromise her position. With the request of a demonstration, the Demon Lord's eyes shined brightly, a fiery twinkle in his eyes. She did so love to stroke her own massive ego, and a demonstration of her powers was plenty to sate her pride. "So be it then, a demonstration. Let me think of something suitable." Amatricina said as she placed a hand to her chin, musing over what best to do. She didn't want to reveal any more of her demonic nature than necessary, but still wanted to impress the mortal children. Her gaze wandered to the woman talking with Thundros, implying something more... sexual between the two of them. Amatricina scoffed and shook her head. "Hmph. It is hardly like that. Thundros was merely looking at a cheap forgery of a sword, looking for his own ancestral blade. I pointed out its flawed construction, agitated the shop keeper, and reforged the blade anew in my own image. In exchange for helping him get a lead on the location of his blade, he promised me a lead on my star gemstones. Simple as that, take your mind out of the gutters, Child." The witch did not know the girl's name, or care for that matter. She'd chastise her all the same for her insolence. Most of the demoness' cheerful facade was quickly being replaced by her usual prideful tone. Returning to her musings on a proper demonstration, Amatricina had a flash of inspiration. She snapped her fingers at the revelation, eyes lighting up. "I have thought of something. Watch and behold." She announced proudly, stepped out of the arcade back onto the streets. The woman moved to the grass alongside the side walk, looking for a nice patchy spot where it was worn down and replaced with packed dirt. A thin smile passed her plump lips, and she raised her hands ominously. Ruby energy began to glow at her palms, lighting up her face with sinister crimson light. "Paparapapa!" Amatricina said loudly, the magic word usefless for her particular breed of magic but she knew it to be a powerful invocation word that wizards frequently used. She only did so to further her illusion as a witch. Energy crackled like lightning at her fingertips and the dirt and sand began to warm below her. Soon it heated up until it held a fiery glow, a molten heat wafting from it as it was super heated into molten glass. Amatricina weaved her hands back and forth, telekinetically lifting a coiling rope of molten glass into the air. She twirled it with her fingertip as if it were cotton candy, spinning and shaping it into a perfect sphere. Once the orb was completely round, free from imperfections and beginning to lose its glow as it cooled the demoness spoke her word of power once more. "Paparapapa!" She cried out again, clapping her hands against the sides of the orb. Electrical flashes of black lightning coursed through the interior of the orb like an electrode. The simple glass was transformed, darkening in color until it was pure obsidian glass. The kind only found when volcanic lava quickly cooled. Within the crystal ball loomed a small burning flame. It gave off a dull warmth, seemingly existing inside the solid obsidian gem without fuel or air, propelled only by magic itself. The witch turned back to her captive audience, holding the crystal ball palmed in one hand like a basketball. She extended her arm out to the child with glasses, grinning ear to ear as she did so. "This is for you. Be careful touching it, I assure you it is quite hot still." She spoke through a sinister smile. "One genuine dark magic crystal ball, forged of obsidian crystal glass and imbued with the Fire Witchs' eternal flame. It is a conduit for dark magic, so should you ever learn a think or two about such spells, it will act as a powerful focusing tool." Amatricina looked supremely smug with herself at her demonstration and her gift. She raised an eyebrow and addressed the group once more. "Now, I assume that was a sufficient display of my arcane might?"
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Post by Thundos on Dec 14, 2018 17:07:33 GMT -5
Sida was a bit disappointed. It wasn’t as she actually believed that there were anything between Thundos and that Amata. “I just wanted to tease Thundos, it is like my job to do so.” But she understood, that saying more, would only get her into trouble, so she just left them be and searched for another game, while the boys do watching her doing witch stuff. Thundos was thankful that Amata backed him up. Though Sida wasn’t pleased with that, now she can’t at least use this for stupid rumors, hopefully. But more important was, what Amata was doing now. She started to use her magic again, but for that he and Booklas had to follow her. On the sidewalk, she started finally. She seemingly didn’t have any problems performing her magic in the open. It was interesting to see, how the ruby light was turning up around her and some dirt melting, floating and forming an orb. Amazing what magic could do, it was surely different from the usage of ki, at least as much as he knew. “That was impressive”, Thundos expressed while observing the orb. It was a dark glass with what seemed to be a fire within. “It looks great.”Booklas was also watching the whole show, but his facial expression weren’t changing much. Well it was, who he was, seldom showing his feelings, rather he would just say it. “It was different from what I have seen already”, he just claimed. “But then this is witchcraft, it just seem to work different.” Despite the warning he was simple taking the orb in his hand and didn’t express anything, that hinted that it was hot for him. Maybe it was his internal coldness and boldness, that was counteracting the heat of the new forged object, or he was just trying really hard to not show, both could be possible. What he did though, he changed the holding hand from time to time. “For me it looks like a perfect obsidian with a magical flame within it”, he analysed. “I would say it was a nice show, but you must be quite confident with your skills. There are still people who hunted witches, idiots who were stuck in long forgotten pasts.” He looked at the orb again. “Well I am Booklas”, he finally introduced himself. “Even if I don’t look like it, I am sorry, to doubt but there are too many imposters and if someone claims to be a witch or magic user of any kind, I want to see proof.” Yes he was fully aware that he was rude, but he got his reason in fact he knew of one person that used magic, but he promised to hide that from everyone even from Sida, so he did, as he never broke any of his promises. “I keep my words, I always do. So do you have any communication device, I could send you the addresses to?” He said all that, without changing his expression even once, but that just was what he was. However she wanted those addresses he got, he would provide them. Actually his handwritings were pretty good, at least that was, what his teacher said to him. All in all Thundos believed, that this was a success. A good day. He got an address with maybe a new lead towards his sword and he was able to give Amata something in return. He didn’t know if any of the addresses Booklas was going to give to her was worth anything, but at least something she could look after. “I think it was worth it”, he said, after watching mostly quiet all this time. “We both got something to look up now.” But for him that wasn’t the only thing. He had saw new things, actual magic in action. That was good too. But after that all he felt like doing some exercises would be great, still he would be going to look after that lead today. He looked at the sheet of paper again. Hopefully this one wasn’t a dead end as well. Then he looked up again. “What will you do now, Amata. Will you look them up right away?” If so, he didn’t want to hang around anymore. With them both having their next lead, it would probably be best to say goodbye for now, at least that was what he was thinking. Maybe she wanted to do something else, but he wanted to look that so called smith up right away.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2018 20:41:33 GMT -5
Amatricina watched with thinly veiled satisfaction as the mortals inspected her creation. To her, it was but a trinket, fashioned after a similar crystal ball her mother had given her some eighteen hundred years ago during the demoness' childhood. But to these earthlings, it was likely the greatest act of magic they would witness in their brief and fleeting lives. Unless they had a brush with the sassy witch Lilith Nevermore that is, though Amatricina did not actually know where the young witch resided. The woman placed a hand to her chin, letting out a haughty chortle. "I should hope it was impressive, I did it after all." She said confidently, eyes shimmering with pride at her own work. "It is immaculate, you will find no blemishes on my glass work I should think. It is also far more durable than your traditional crystal ball, dropping it on a hard surface won't even chip the surface."When the leader of the group commented on his experience with magic, Amatricina merely shrugged. "Magic comes in innumerable different forms. Even among my clan, every practioner puts their own personal touches on their spells. You shouldn't expect any two different spells to look completely similar." This was mostly true, but what Booklas was likely hinting at was the fact demonic magic looked nothing like a witches' magic. They drew forth magical energy in different ways, and Amatricina merely hoped the earthlings were too ignorant of her kind to notice or know. Amatricina nodded when he commented on the flame. "Mmhmm. That is correct, the flame within my obsidian orb is magical in nature. Fire Witches draw on the elemental energy of fire in much of our magic. The flame within is mystical in origin, and is the internal power supply for the orb." This though, was pure bluffing. There was a magic flame inside the obsidian orb because Amatricina thought they looked more impressive with them inside. The orb was merely a conduit for magic, it held no intrinsic powers of its own. The witch gave a devilish grin, a sinful look in her eyes. "Oh, I am quite confident in my own power. I've had centuries to practice, and there isn't a witch hunter alive who could hold a candle to Amata Tricina." This was technically true, there were only a handful of beings on the entire planet that could even hope to stand up to the Demon Lord in combat. The only one with a hope of winning was the Guardian of Earth, and Xell was far away playing politician on the far side of the universe. The demoness was currently uncontested in terms of opposition on earth, mortal or otherwise. Amatricina curtsied again as the Earthling introduced himself. "A pleasure you then formally, Booklas. I am far from offended you seek proof of my magics. Quite the opposite in fact, I am always happy to demonstrate my talents for a willing audience."When Booklas finally stated he'd reveal the information the witch had come for, Amatricina's eyes lit up like molten rubies. She paused, realizing she did not actually possess any communication device on her personage. Well, save for one. "Hmm... I might. One moment if you will." The demoness said, adjusting her top slightly to reveal even more of her deep cleavage than usual. A slender hand then reached in between the woman's considerable bosom, retrieving the Scouter she kept stowed away between her breasts. It had been given two her months prior, by the Emperor of the Kabochan Confederacy no less. Carambolis' personal scouter was black, with a deep green visor that extended when Amatricina pushed a button the side. She cleared out the main screen, which still displayed reading from the last time she'd actually used it, a spar months ago when she was still healing from her wound sustained by the Emperor. The device primarily transmitted information in Kabochan, which Amatricina had learned to read. She did not actually know the name of the earthling language when she set the device to its options setting. Reluctantly she handed the scouter over for Booklas to take. "A Scouter, a gift from Emperor Carambolis himself. We have something of... a relationship." The witch gave a teasing wink, readjusting her top to be its original amount of modesty. "I trust you know how a Scouter works? I have it on the language options menu, just select yours then go back to the main interface. It has a notes section, you can type your addresses there. Do NOT press the call button, it is set to a direct line to the Omnipotence's bridge. I do not need another lecture from Prime Lieutenant Coca." Amatricina briefly wondered if the device was far too important to have so willingly handed over to earthling children, but if worse came to pass she could just smash it and inform Carambolis it was destroyed in a climactic battle. As the child with glasses typed his information, Amatricina turned back to Thundros when he addressed her. "It was I suppose, wasn't it? I have another lead to go off of, and I wasn't making any progress in that dreadful store until you showed up." She nodded simply in response to the mortal's next question. "That is correct, I'd quite like to resume my search. It consumes a great deal of my time even without these distractions. Unless you desperately need something from me or your own destination is along the route, I suppose this is where we part ways." The witch said matter of factly, hoping to soon be rid of these mortal children. They were useful enough, but she could only stand the company of such mundane beings for so long. The novelty of this encounter was wearing itself thin rather quickly. All the same she maintained her cheerful, if somewhat stern demeanor.
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Post by Thundos on Dec 16, 2018 10:24:52 GMT -5
When he realised where Amata was pulling something out, he just had to look away. He wasn’t really sure, if she was doing so to tease them, or she just didn’t care, but that demeanor was a bit too much for him. As much as she was a help he came to a conclusion, that it was good, that their ways would separate soon. Thundos wasn’t really to aware what was going on in the galaxy, but some things he knew. So was the important ruler, as it would be bad if he would ever run across them and not know them. Also he heard that at least some of them were strong fighter, so more a reason for him to know. But that Amata was meeting one of those big players, that was actual hard to believe. He couldn’t resist but to look a bit skeptical at her. But he didn’t say a word. Who knows where that woman went to aleardy. “I don’t know, if anyone on your list was close to the stadium, if not, then yes we part ways.” He didn’t know where she had to know, so how could he tell. “No there isn’t”, Booklas said. “Well it was nice to meet you, Amata Tricina, the fire witch.” There was something about him pronouncing the last words, that seemed a bit off. “Thank you for the orb. And also I keep your secret, I promise. As I said, I stay by my words.” With that he went back to the arcade, where Sida was still watching, probably anxious to know, what happened. He really shouldn’t that person was someone who was eager to fight dark magic, but from what he could tell not good enough to be able to be put against that demon lady. Yes he figured that out, from how she used her magic. He did know quite some things about magic, well he got a source of wisdom for that. He just needed to figure out what to do with the orb. He didn’t believe that it could hold any kind of power. Thundos was watching him. He had no clue, what Booklas meant and probably wouldn’t figure it out. His knowledge of magic wasn’t that great. Maybe he should invest some time getting some basic knowledge for future encounters. “Well I don’t know, what’s with him, but it was nice to meet you. I hope you find your missing gems soon.” With that it was time to move on, they both got things to do and he really didn’t need her help anymore he thought at least. “Good bye, maybe we meet again someday.” He actually hoped not, something about her behavior was getting on his nerve. Even though he was a male, how she always seemed to play around with her body in public was a bit too much for him. “I will go back inside as well. Take some time with my friends and then see this self proclaimed smith and ask him about the engravings”, he told her his plans. “Good bye.” He waited for her to respond, before getting back to Sida and Booklas. “Well what did you get?”, Sida asked the moment Thundos stepped into the arcade. She was leaning on some machine right next to the entrance. Booklas was somewhere behind her, as usual. Sida wasn’t really in a good mood. Probably, because she was bombed off by Amata. “I got an address by the stadium. The sword was nothing, but the engraving did resemble it”, he answered. He didn’t want to argue with her in this state. “I want to go there soon, you want to tag along?”Sida was sure thinking about it for a bit, before she responded. “Yeah I will, not that you pick up another weird woman like that. Someone has to watch over you.” She was dead serious about that, that much was clear. There was no room for discussing things left. Thundos sighed. “Okay, then.” He looked as Booklas, who was in his own thought, though most people couldn’t tell, as his eyes were clear under those glasses as usual. “You too?” Thundos asked him. It took a bit for him to respond, as he wasn’t really paying it any attention. “Well I have things to do now”, he replied. “I would like to keep your accompany, so you won’t do anything fishy to Sida, but I can’t so behave yourself.” With that he he said goodbye. he needed to see his acquaintance. There are some things he needed to clear out. First there is someone who have a potential dangerous sword with him. A stupid one, who probably wouldn’t recognize the danger it brings and this orb. Though he promised not to tell Amata off, so he needed to avoid where he got it from. But he needed to find out, if it had any potential to be dangerous too. “I will see you tomorrow, Sida. And Thundos, hopefully not too soon.” With that he left and went on his own way. “That was quick”, Sida stated. Normally it was hard to get him away from her. As he was almost always around. Not that Sida would mind at all, he was just a bit weird. Sometimes she just don’t get him. “Let’s go then.” She was heading out, grabbing one of Thundos arms and pulling him out. Outside she looked for Amata, but she was no where to find, probably left to find her stupid things. He let her be, there also wasn’t much to do here too, so it was best to get it over with. But soon they were out, he freed himself from her grasp and lead the way. They didn’t really spoke much. Sida was still angry, but calmed herself on the way. It didn’t happen that often, but from time to time it did and it always was a short burst, that ebbed down soon after that. Though she could get a bit scary, if she was really into it. After a while the two arived at the stadium and looked for it. Soon they found a workshop on the first floor of a larger building. It had an annex, where probably the blacksmith was located. Also it seemed to be the right address, from what they could tell. “Okay let’s go in and ask about it”, Sida was proposing as she went to the door. Thundos followed her and together they entered to what hopefully could lead Thundos to his heritage. The sword, that once belonged to his late father. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The (Open) End Words: 1100
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