>Behind many layers of protection, with magic that lashes against me when I attempt to remove it.<
<That is vague and discouraging.>
"Ho you be?" Meme smiles at her happily.
Mimi is looking around the room, not a care in the world. She also gave Angel candy.
Angel munches on the candy. "Okay, I guess. I could be better..."
"The second workshop is "Protection". Zhengara is a powerful illusionist and trickster. We must be prepared to deal with that when we face him. If possible, I'd like to aquire the services of Loki as an advisor for this workshop. He has the insider knowledge we need, to prevent nasty suprises. We also need to prepare medical supplies."
<I'll double-check Loki's stuff and serve as a backup illusion-and-trick detector.>
"The final workshop is "Killing". We need as many methods as possible that can harm and kill a god. Jaques daggers are not enough. Forbidden magic, ancient artifacts, the deadliest of poisons - we need to aquire an arsenal with the firepower to kill an immortal."
<I'd put in my two cents, but gods don't work quite right here.>
"Perhaps a fight will not be required, if we can break the layers of obfuscation and protection upon his True Name."
<I'll lead Workshop 5: "Learn the Bastard's True Name," if no one minds. And has a better suggestion.>
"And what do you know about obtaining it?"
"The secret to obtaining some has been lost, known only to a few, most who dislike me and do not wish to help me. The one god who will cannot spare his time to help."
<Ooh, a secret. Is it a secret alloy, a secret ore, or an alloy including secret materials?>
Suddenly, to the Knights, at least, a familiar sound is coming. The sound of bikes, accompanied by, of all things, metal songs.
Constanza walked back to the civvies and got her popcorn while Pally was distracted. The civvies seem to have taken this as a movie, and the crowd starts to gather on both sides, albeit at quite a distance.
A group of squad cars arrives at the back...only to be met by a similar group of gang cars. The police and gang members stare at each other uneasily before trying and failing to pull the rapt crowd to somewhere safe and eventually elect to just set up sandbags.
A few yellow dragons circle in the sky above.
<...An unusual concentration of interesting is happening somewhere, and we aren't involved. How refreshing.>
The bikers cheer as they run off.
"Pussies. Couldn't even fight off a bunch of bikers. You're all just a bunch of two-faced lying sons of bitches!" The bald guy laughs, turning to his lot.
"Come. Let's go. This witch hunt's done, for now. The bastards'll be back, though." The music coming back on, the bikers drive off.
The dragons soar off, following the two groups.
"God damnit, this fucks up my color scheme. I wish this was one of the settings where orichalcum is cyan colored, at least. I guess I'll only use that for god killing."
<You could try pain, you know. You'd probably need to replace it after every fight, but hey, if looks matter that much to you...And if the cutting edge needs to be unpainted, just don't paint the edge.>
ICARUS ignores lack of understanding that a blade that is made to vibrate at extreme frequencies would instantly shatter off al colors applied to it, and that for the metal to have effect, it would be best if there is no color shielding the target..
I'll assume she instead explains this.
<What, you can assemble nanomaterials of extreme strength and sharpness, but you can't make a thin, tough, precise coating of blue?>
"It's a solution full of tiiiiny little robot spiders, smaller than grains of sand, that assemble the sword atom for atom."
<It's also hideously inefficient and delicate, and tends to be slow unless you use even more resources on the process.>
"They can be lazy sometimes--"
<Sometimes they're not?!?>