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Bloodlines - IC Thread
« on: August 12, 2013, 12:52:32 pm »

~OOC Thread~

((Well, considering that all the characters either earn a decent income or likely have a significant amount of cash from contracted work, let's just assume they can buy what they want as long as it isn't really bloody expensive or crazy. Describe your character's house as you wish, most people would have the regular appliances, unless they decided they'd rather conjure a small fire to manually cook and toast stuff. Feel free to control your own peripheral characters.))
((And yes, I am pretty much trying to make the RP as self-sustaining as possible by describing more banal stuff preemptively since my activity on the forums tends to fluctuate a bit right now. Although the names of the days of the week won't actually fit this setting, let's just assume that the characters are using their equivalent of the day name, unless you feel like having to use a set of days derived from Greek which just relabels the days.))

((Just a note about money, each form of currency has a small lightweight disk integrated into it. The disk is a manifestation of the border of life, it is impossible to transmute it due to it nature hence it's an ideal anti-counterfeiting measure.))



Kyle, Laurence, Uriana, Harkus and Clair slowly awaken this early Tetradius morning. The mechanical rumbling has disrupted their sleep, they didn't wake up immediately, but they did wake up earlier about an hour or two earlier than usual. It was certainly early, yes, but not too early. If they looked out the window, they would see the usual sights:

The architecture varied quite a bit in this distinctively metropolitan city. From minimalist structures that found elegance to simplicity to literally gravity defying buildings that acted as testaments to humanity's artistic drive, the city had it all. Sometimes juxtaposed against each other. The only real similarity between all of them is their relatively low height and broadness, few buildings exceeded five stories, though a few apartment complexes and hotels did lie around in various places.

The footpaths appear to consist of normal, high-quality cement, until close inspection reveals that heat-expansion was apparently never considered in their design, they were relatively smooth, continuous tracks of aesthetically homogenous rock. Though of course, it was pretty much common knowledge that hidden from sight, a series of grates lie underneath the fluid. As the deceptively solid pavement expands from heat the grates below slowly open up, allowing streams of liquid rock to flow into place while keeping the high-tension surface in position.

Various trees in the parks scattered amongst the plates of Itova have started to flower already, the more magical ones spontaneously blooming in pulses of radiance and petals which soon attracted demons, in times like these, low-lifespan echo output is high enough for a few demon cores to split and increase the quantity of the angular birds. Though inevitably it would drop off to a point where a few cores would recombine via reverse-mitosis.

Windbreaker enchantments glistened onboard levitating structures in a perimeter around Itova, regulating the air flow through a prismatic field. A necessary installation for all floating cities. After all, with no landmasses at this altitude nearby, winds had the capacity to be rather strong, though today, only a refreshing breeze was present. Even now, airships were docking into the terminals, doubtlessly filled with tourists who would soon walk under the diaphanous tapestries that adorned the port. Wide, pellucid walkways of glass-like crystal extended near the perimeters of each free-floating isle, flanked by elegant safety rails of pure platinum. Each offering a stunning view to the agricultural land and forest that lay far below the city, great swathes of spent land lay spent where Itova once hovered over and stretches of land of equal magnitude lay in the flight path of the city's slow holding pattern, eventually circling back Itova's former position. The fields that lay behind the fly over path would eventually recover, in time for the denizens of the city to harvest it once more. Slightly earlier actually. It's always a good idea to keep a reasonable margin of error after all. Groups of constructs idly patrolled the air around each and every guard rail, should someone fall off, they would dive to meet them and slowly decelerate the unfortunate individual to a halt before lifting them back up onto Itova.

The Border Travel terminals motionlessly admitted the entrance of the occasional group of people. From the point of view of the users, the world would have abruptly faded into a series of vague vector outlines which slowly attenuate out while a kaleidoscope of colorful distortions faded in. Dragged soul-first through an ethereal tunnel, they would have found themselves out in the destination terminal in mere seconds.

Above, swarms of softly curving construct shards arranged themselves into capriciously shifting platforms and aerial passages as maintenance personnel walked around, ensuring that all the infrastructural equipment was in order. The tourism season was commencing, so the checks would be significantly more regular now. Observing this all from their elevated, floating platforms were the dragoons. Each one gazing across the city from behind the stoic artifice of their visors. Their streamlined armor varied quite a bit amongst all of them, the Dragoon Corps always did have a more laissez-faire system of management, so their units often modified their armor to their own tastes.

So in other words, the standard banalities were there as per usual.

From a broader point of view, circumstance have changed. The usual criss-cross of walkways and maintenance platforms was still there, but the usual peripheral districts of Itova were gone. Detached. By now, they have landed.

The modular city plates had spread out on the water, whirring parts rotating, energy projectors activation, forming a canal city on the sea. Windbreaker perators descended into the ocean, illuminating it with a supernatural glint while the theurgical generators consolidated their server link and powered up to maximum output. Right before their eyes, a visible surge of energy raced out of each unit, and slowly, the sea stirred. Just visible, a gradual slope of solid ice formed, crystalline structures racing outwards, spreading, rectifying. Within the space of several minutes, the theurgy was nearly complete. A temperate ice shelf had formed in a perfect circle with about twice the approximate radius of the now waterborne parts of Itova.  Slowly it levitated upwards, with the ice near the top instantly crushing itself into a white sand-like snow. Itova now had a beach. A warm, temperate beach of snow, cordoned off from the vast expanse and great depths of the ocean by a shelf of saline ice. The newly formed beach had formed in a way that regulated the depth of the water to be of a similar depth as most naturally occurring beaches. Constructs that once patrolled the walkways now flew in great holding pattens around the area. With untiring vigilance they were scanning the area for anyone who would have been carried away by a tide. The beach only extended so far, after that distance, there would be a sudden depth increase.

The windbreaker operators slowly rose from the sea and resumed their regular functions once more.

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« Reply #1 on: August 12, 2013, 01:06:03 pm »

Kyle stretched as he watched all this from his small apartment. It wasn't that he couldn't afford a bigger apartment, he just didn't think he needed all that space. He yawns as he looks around his gray painted room before he walks over to his dresser and gets out his clothes for the day. He exits his room and goes to his bathroom getting changed quickly. He thinks over what he has to do that morning.
'Eat breakfast, put on my shoes and go to the shop.
Nodding to himself he walks out of his bathroom and eats his breakfast of cereal and a glass of apple juice. After that he puts on his shoes and starts walking towards his job.
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« Reply #2 on: August 12, 2013, 01:17:41 pm »

Kyle walks in the vague direction of his workplace  ...and promptly off the edge of a plate. He drops about one centimeter before the shards form a walkway below him, as he walks, the shards behind him glide forwards, deconstructing the walkway and reconstructing it in front of him. He arrives at the shop rather early. Well, he woke up about an hour and a half early so it wasn't really unexpected. Welp, he's now at the shop (which will remain undefined until described by @KJ since this is his character's shop). Rather idiosyncratically, time-wise especially considering it's a Saturday. But he can rack up some overtime at least.
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« Reply #3 on: August 12, 2013, 01:20:29 pm »

Kyle sighs as he realizes why he always slept an hour later on Saturdays. He looks over the various (Nonworking) items he has hanged on the walls as he walks past the counter and grabs the duster and starts clearing the dust off of the counter with loving care.
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« Reply #4 on: August 12, 2013, 01:22:22 pm »

Thump A red haired woman rolls out of bed and hit the ground "Fuck!" Clair stand back up holding a bleeding nose "Ow..."

After using some almost invisible band-aids to hide the scrapes, Clair left her home for her job.
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« Reply #5 on: August 12, 2013, 01:26:51 pm »

Clair walks along the crystalline walkways and liquid footpaths towards one of the larger buildings in the city. She notices that there are more people here than usual, well the tourism season has started so that's to be expected. Unless a seeing few people in varying formal clothing and masks from a masquerade party count, this was rather uneventful. A flock of doves and demons fly across overhead in an interesting formation. That is to say, completely irrelevantly.
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« Reply #6 on: August 12, 2013, 04:57:27 pm »

Uriana rubbed the last dregs of sleep from her eyes, If she was awake she would take advantage of it.  First she needed a cup of coffee she thought as she entered her kitchen.  With that dealt with she went downstairs into her store/workplace.  "Now what was that special order again?" While trying to figgure this out she checked her apparatus to make sure they still worked.
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« Reply #7 on: August 12, 2013, 06:52:20 pm »

Harkus opens his blind eyes and slowly walks out of bed. This small apartment was perfect; he could easily find everything, and big open spaces feel like empty void to him. He sits in his table and eats the meal the social volunteer made earlier. He then puts his clothes on, having trouble with the buttons, and takes his sword. Normally, they wouldn't allow someone to wield swords in public, but what was a blind man going to do with it anyway?

Harkus leaves his home and goes to the needy and poor shelter. He grins; everyone assumes he's an orphaned blind boy who has nothing. Oh, the pity he gets isn't as much needed as money. Everyday he gets his daily allowance for the disabled, even though he could still see in a sense. He just acts like a poor blind fool. At night though, he walks out into the streets, trying to familiarize the surroundings through his echosight.

Get daily allowance from the disabled shelter. Go buy some food that'll last a while, and a flask.

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« Reply #8 on: August 12, 2013, 07:36:08 pm »

Growling quietly at being woken up Laurence bit down on the neck of the nearest of his "mates" waking her before moving to put on his armor.

As he worked the sound of metal banging on metal quickly became deafening as the entire pack was roused and quickly followed his lead before moving to being pulling down the tents that served as the packs home now as it moved from country to country.

Finished packing and deciding to have a little fun the pack took flight and landed in the heart of the city using the flight packs built into the armor they wore to scare the inhabitants witless believing they were under attack before leaving a small poster on the walls of almost every building in the city with a small wolf at the top a simple message below.

" The wolf pack is accepting new contracts, a few representatives will remain in the city if you need to contact them then you will find them in tents outside the city.

P.S, if one hair on the heads of one of my pack is harmed your city will burn and none will be spared.
"

The normal recruiting work done Laurence lead his pack to the Border Travel Terminals then quickly began transporting them to the capitol city of the military conglomerate nation. (( You never mentioned it's name. ))



See if anybody has a job for us, move the pack to the military nation.
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« Reply #9 on: August 13, 2013, 03:12:04 am »

Kyle slowly sweeps the dust off of the counter. The furniture had an enchantment of course to repel dust, but it didn't so as much as fix the problem as much as it replaced it with another problem. Sure the dust would get flung off, but it would just land on other stuff and the pointless, futile process would just continue. At least dusting it would allow him to dispose of the dust in a bin or something.

Chemistry equipment... check. Defensive system-imbued containers... check. Flasks... check.
All the reagents were in their usual containers kept in small chunks within containers at just above wait height. It helped reduce the burden of carrying the materials, since most regents where dense solids which are far easier to store and transmute into larger volumes of other substances that may or may not be solid, reactive and what not.
Orders... hmm... ah yes, a few vials of viriophage for medical use. A rather unconventional order but nevertheless something she could do. The principle was relatively simple: sequestrate a healing sanis and transfer it into a pre-enchanted alchemical fluid. The resulting potion should be able to be released as a pseudo-sanis that targets viruses that are partially magic in nature, the imperfections in the pseudo-sanis would result in the virus leaving an imprint in the sanis that it is forced to produce which would be the closest thing to directly informing a patient's immune system the specifications of the virus.
Might be a bit difficult getting the alchemical solution right, but thankfully the sanis shouldn't be very infectious and clear up quickly should it infect her while she sequestrates it with the required solutions. The sanis were currently stored in a standard alchemical flask, enchanted to keep them trapped.


Radiating ripples and phantasmal luminance filled Harkus's vision. By now, he was relatively well-adjusted to it. People where silhouettes illuminated by the weak echoes that gathered around their soul and near their head, vague features could be made out from the soft glow. Magical devices and constructs left behind brief contrails of seemingly incandescent ripples. The theurgical generators that kept Itova afloat where like suns, except without the whole 'sensory damage and discomfort from staring too close to/directly at it' problem.
Oh right.
That ARRAY OF MASSIVE FUCKING BRIGHT-ASS SPHERES that loomed in a perimeter around the waterborne half of Itova? The ones that looked like some sort of mass of hypothetical thermonuclear testicles? Alchemical Theurgy. Really large damn scale theurgy. Harkus still had an instinctive urge to shield his eyes if he glanced at them without paying attention, even though his eyes can't really get any more damaged than permanent blindness, it still remained as an occasional remind that he once had normal vision.
A few dragoons did glance at him as he walked about, but that was just a banality for both parties involved, they were obligated to observe him just to be sure even though they knew that he wasn't a threat and he wasn't obligated to care. He manages to get a decent amount of allowance from the disabled shelter and promptly bought a flask from a convenience store. Food wasn't too much of an issue, there were various food stalls in various locations after all.
A sudden metallic crsecendo echoed out from the vague direction of the Aldaria Embassy plate, flying units streaked across the sky in dragoon flight systems, though their armor lacked the distinct stream-lined appearance of dragoon units, rather they had stylized lupine compositions. And matching posters. Well, looks their PR department prefers minimalism. It was startling, but Harkus already knew long before their posters were placed that they were neutral at worst. Only the suicidal would attack a city under the protection of Merrinae after all.

((I'll leave the description of the food and sword to you, since I have no idea about Harkus' taste in either of them.))

((Aldaria.))
Well, Aldaria has no capital since it doesn't really have much of a government really, it's more of a free market country. Except the market is always murder. And homicide. And the occasional tax evasion (not as in 'they sometimes don't pay income tax', it was more of a case of 'they sometimes get payment that income tax applies to'). Plus Border Travel is relatively short range anyway. And strangely, having a convenient lane of transport to a nation literally comprised solely out of bandits, pirates and mercenaries was never considered to be a good idea in the infrastructure planning process for some reason. Probably bad Feng Shui or something.
Laurence and his pack took the Terminal straight to Itova's Aldarian embassy, perhaps 'embassy' wasn't the best term for these sort of things in Itova. For diplomatic purposes, Itova's embassies each occupy their own free floating plates that slowly orbit the main mass of the city, they were really self-contained towns more than anything really. No point in staying back there and seeing public reactions, Laurence's clients always contacted him discreetly, after all, aside from transport security jobs, most of their employment here consisted of high paying involvements in the various shadow wars that occurred throughout the city. Short sharp skirmishes for various purposes.
Their rather dramatic fly over attracted attention of course, not least of all from the dragoons. Though their reactions were limited to passing remarks to one another. They knew the pack would soon involved in several incidents in the city. But there were also various unstated agreements between the defensive forces the various groups that fought out of public view. One such protocol was that as long as they kept collateral damage to a minimum and kept their murder directed to other people involved in said conflicts, no security units cared.
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« Reply #10 on: August 13, 2013, 03:16:52 am »

get to work creating the fluid
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« Reply #11 on: August 13, 2013, 03:18:04 am »

Ask someone near me what's going on.
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« Reply #12 on: August 13, 2013, 03:52:00 am »

((I'm not really going to roll that much, so feel free to faff about (within reason) without needing me to post anything unless you want a description of the related stuff with capriciously varying content. The two exceptions to me not rolling much for actions are A: it's related to someone doing something in combat (which might not ever happen) or B: it has potential to cause people to end up in awkward situations and/or collide with people and fall over in embarrassing positions *glances at Harkus' dash spell*))

((This will just use RTD rolls and will repeat until Uriana succeeds. It's more for fleshing out the RP since saying 'yeah she does that' probably isn't the most interesting description.))
Uriana begins working on the solution, enchanting a lump of tungsten with a few useless, arbitrary enchantments. Transmuting it into a bluish-silver fluid, she carefully releases about 1 cubic centimeter of sanis into a test tube and quickly pours some of the mercury-like potion into it. She precipitates out a solid lump of enchanted tungsten into a disposable watch glass. If it's successful, she'll just have to produce more and solidify out the enchantment before reapplying it to some pure water. She gently prods it, using her idiosyncratic ability to analyze it. [3] Well, it sort of works, the sanis will be a bit too stable though... let's try that again. She repeats the process and...
[1] Oops... wrong enchantment... she'll need to get rid of the armor-like coating of tungsten from the test tube before she can legally dispose of it. Urianna sets it aside and grabs another disposable watch glass trying again...
[5] Done. Urianna repeats the process with larger quantities and succeeds in creating a large lump of enchanted tungsten before solidifying out the enchantment as a fine powder. She applies the manifested enchantment to the flasks of clear water provided and allows the enchantment to dissolve back into magic that spreads throughout the water.

((Well, those rolls were quite convenient  :P))
Tourist Reaction Roll: [1] The tourists nearby have no idea and panic the fuck out before calming down and observing the posters. Well they're completely clueless about this, hmm... who to ask....
GM Convenience Roll: [5] Well, there's an alchemist's store nearby, Harkus can see a vaguely feminine figure silhouetted by a few weak echoes from a few alchemy spells. Might be worth asking, might not be.
But whatever happened shouldn't be too much of a concern. Most of the dragoons only watched the flying pack of strange units for a few seconds before resuming their duties. A few of them did react, but idly waving at them probably isn't a very significant reaction.
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« Reply #13 on: August 13, 2013, 07:29:55 am »

Kyle smiling at his work decides to open shop earlier than usual. He walks to the front and flips the sign sign before sitting down behind the counter on his stool.
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« Reply #14 on: August 13, 2013, 11:59:23 am »

Kyle flips the sign and sits behind the counter. The switchover for the current dragoon patrol will occur in a few minutes, so a few customers will probably come in as soon as their comrades take over their patrol. Well, those new Aldari mercenaries did make a flyover, so perhaps if they wish to get some new equipment, they might shop here as well. Well, at least Kyle is assuming that they're mercenaries. The verdict is still out on that one. For all Kyle knows they might just be a bunch of cosplayers with too much disposable income. That or Anthrocon is being held early this year at Itova.
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