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[Haspen]

"Plasma is superheated and charged gas! In 2333 AD Human race managed to contain it in stable forms using subspace modulators. This way we can make, for example, a sharp and hard and thin edge of a sword out of gaseous substance. Cool, huh?" Boss v2.04 slowly took the group downstairs.

"As for the Autocannon, imagine a barrel of a cannon that you can hold and which sends energy blasts with a push of a button! Unfortunately the model I have has the tertiary particle accelerator missing, which lowers it's overall power a bit. Hopefully we can find a spare... well, somewhere!"

[Ochita]

Elanore joined Ethan in making a confused face as she kept up with everyone, tugging her robes closer to her as the room cooled.
  "Psionics? Subspace..? What?"

[GiglameshDespair]

"..."
"...s-so it's s-some kind of y-your magic?"

[Powder Miner]

He ran back up to rejoin the others.
:"I, uh, went down to check on the computers down there. They say something about a mind control station not responding, some "pathogen propagation", and some sort of audio recording with a "Domiria-3" being established? Should I be worried? And who or what is "Nansee"?"

[Haspen]

"Do not concern yourself with these ancient devices." Margaret turned to Fer.

"And Nansee is name of security satellite that helps run the communications system, incidentally sharing the name of the Old Goddess of Sentries and Watchmen. Is this a sufficient answer?"

[Powder Miner]

:"Concerning myself with ancient devices is literally my life goal and part of my profession. But yes, that explanation would suffice on that front (though I would LIKE to know what is going on with these "mind control stations"). Going off of what Professor DeMurray said, I assume Nansee was one of his... generation of people who dealt with security?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Anyway, what do you suppose Demura wants?"

[Haspen]

"Nansee was named for Nansee Wake, a lady spy that lived in an era where Terra was split between two powerful nations and apocalyptic war was a button away from happening. Most of the Old Gods where named after prominent members of Professor's species, or his colleagues." Moments later they were outside, walking through the bushes. Prata noticed something and gleefully ran off.

"As for the Professor, all I know from the message is that he requires your presence, so I will be taking you back to him."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Oi! You get back here, you dumbass!"

"Ugh, I'll be right back y'all!"

Beryn immediately took off in pursuit of his blue-eyed, silvery-white wyvern.

[Haspen]

Prata was soon to be found munching on some hapless turtle.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Beryn sighed, got his wyvern in a headlock, and started forcemarching him back to the group.

[Solymr]

: HAW! Lizard got the munchies, aye?

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Yep. He has all the self-control of a cat on catnip."

[Tiruin]

"Prata's going to bring you places, Beryn. In the lead, most likely."

[Ochita]

As the group walked outside, Elanore kept noticing that Fer would sometimes get himself snagged on small bits of the vegation around them, concerning since it seemed to slow him down a little bit. Thinking on it, a brief flash of inspiration hit her, and she started to dig in her pack.
  "Fer, would you mind holding on a moment?" Sure enough, a moment later she withdrew the dancer's crest, and without giving him much say in the matter, handed it to him.
  "This should help with keeping your clothing untouched by the vegetation. Plus, knowing what it is, it might help in other ways too."
Use the Dancer's crest on Fer.