Meeting of the Moons [Crafting] [Closed]

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Dorian HP: 100% MP: 100%

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So this is what happens when things are left to rot... Aurelia muttered her words, wondrous expressions dawning her metaphysical face as she studied the railway system alongside the Shaman; he was currently crouched down beside the last remnants of the railway left in the St. Pancras Station, his hand gently gliding over the corroded metal, being careful to avoid the rust and dangerous material. While the train system had been up and running for some time now, there were still pockets of damaged rail parts that had been left behind when the system was put in place. It was sad, to stand here and see the damage and neglect that the city had been left in, even after 2 years of Adventurers living her amongst the People of the Land.

Standing up straight, Dorian dusted his hand off on his jacket, letting the bits of rust fall down to the floor without staining his clothes before he clambered out of the lower level of the rail and onto the empty platform above. "It's interesting to be back here, especially since last time I was a Chef," he mumbled, glancing around when he noticed he was the only person around. Most everyone was taking up spaces in the offices and workshops that had taken over the station, after the crafting craze came through and refurbished it for their needs. If he needed anything to create stuff, he would find it here.

And now you scribble stuff on paper; quite the change you've taken, Dorian. The Shikigami gave a mischievous smirk, her fox-like nature coming through as she spoke and teased. Rolling his eyes, Dorian nodded his head, his feet stepping forward as he began to walk down the side of the platform, towards the busier area of the station. "I scribble cool stuff on paper, thank you very much... Besides, maps are important, especially with so much of the world still unknown to us." Aurelia released a defeated sigh, slumping into a huff in her section of the Shaman's mind. With his spirit friend sulking, he was left to his own thoughts, as he branched off towards a decent-sized, empty workshop. It was big enough for 2 or 3 people to work in together, so he kept his hopes up that maybe someone would join him.

Opening the door to the makeshift workshop, Dorian saw the pristine yet trash-covered desk that would likely become his work space for the day. At the moment, his current goal was to build a more powerful Grimoire, at least more than what he had so far created. Just something basic, but with a little more oomph to it, maybe fifteen levels instead of three. "Let's see; I'm going to need some leather for the bindings and covers; some paper to use as... well, paper; oh, and I'll need ink, can't create page enchantments in the Grimoire without ink as a catalyst." Listing off the things he would need and of course speaking out loud, he began to rummage through the room itself gathering as many things as he could from the shelves and drawers that would be useful and necessary in his crafting.

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Notes: Crafting - Basic Grimoire - Post 1/3
Word Count: 529
Tags: Jane

Coded by @serenityspace of LH

[Jane]

"I've got ink!" A voice called out from the other side of a pile of junk that seemed to be heaped onto one of the workplaces, "Or, no wait. That's dye. Can dye work like ink? Bah, got way too much dye last time around..."

Pushing through a bit of the crap that had amassed in the corner she frequented, Jane appeared from the pile and blinked. "Oh hay, you're the guy from the place!" she said somewhat surprised and vaguely stating the obvious while brushing dust out of her hair. "If you want dye I've got a lot, but if its ink you're looking for I guess I can't help? Blah, sorry."

The chibi guardian started stretching where she stood, though it was a little hard to see considering she was in her armour still. The metal just made the clicks in her back as she got the kinks out all the more audible as she stretched. This just caused the girl to grimace for a moment. "Sorry, I think I zonked out until you just came in now, I think I was napping... If you see anything useful over there feel free to grab it, I'll be back in a bit." And as soon as she appeared, she was gone. All Dorian would see was a cascade of yellow hair as the guardian slipped out the door and down the street before he could get more than a rectory word in.

The shaman would be left alone with his thoughts for a while if he hadn't followed, but this would eventually be interrupted as she burst through the door suddenly, a hot cup of coffee slamming down on the desk next to him before she put one down on her side of the work area and disappeared into her junk, pulling bits and pieces out of the pile and adding them to the desk before stopping and taking a big swig of the coffee she'd got herself, probably the first indication that the cups weren't exactly travel friendly and just open mugs if he hadn't had any himself.

"Sorry, needed my wake up juice." was all she had to say on the topic, "Figured you could use some too. I'll have it if you don't want it."

The chibi immediately got to work on her own things, grabbing bits of wire and mana and generic trash that probably had nothing to do with anything and started trying to smoosh them together in some sort of logical sense that just didn't make any in the first place. Alchemy was a hard thing to work with and Jane still didn't have the best handle on it all.

"Dorian, wasn't it?" she asked as something faired up in a way that suggested she should be using some sort of eye protection as she worked. Instead she was glancing his way a little oddly, bringing up the interface so that she could see for sure if he didn't answer. "Please be careful of the condensed mana I make as I work, it tends to go poof if you touch it. I lost most of it that way myself..."

W: 526
There is probably something I can claim I'm making here, I'll figure it out later xD
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Dorian HP: 100% MP: 100%

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Dorian almost fell over backwards at the sudden appearance of a familiar face when he went to rummage under a particular pile of old junk, a petite young girl who had clearly been caught napping who he seemed to recall, but couldn't quite put his finger on where he remembered her from; ugh, he was so bad with names sometimes. "Um.. well... yes, I do need ink," he finally replied to the girl, standing up straight and stepping away from the pile to let her emerge from her slumber place; alas, she corrected herself, explaining it was dye she had, not ink. Though Dorian was surprise; he didn't even know dye existed in this world, but here she was, a girl with a bit of excitement in her eyes and apparently... dye.

"That's fine, I think I spotted some just a moment ago... They leave all sorts of junk in these places." Before he could continue, however, the girl abruptly recognised him - so he wasn't hallucinating or going crazy earlier - but refrained to mention the 'place' that she had remembered him from. Yet, when he went to ask further, he blinked in surprise as the girl seemed to have disappeared. "Huh," he muttered under his breath, his shoulders shrugging before turning his focus back to rummaging after the pots of ink he had spotted earlier; the ones in his inventory from his last crafting binge were likely all dried up now. Wasn't that the girl from the bar in Avon? It seemed Aurelia wasn't the only one thinking about it, but she managed to spark a memory in Dorian as he snapped his fingers in triumph. "Jane!"

Speak of the adorable, chibi devil and she will appear; not a second after he had exclaimed her name in victorious repose, the door slammed open behind him, his eyes suddenly glancing over his shoulder as the very same reappeared, dropping two cups of coffee on the workbench nearby, freshly brewed. "No need to apologise," Dorian finally replied to her after she spoke, smiling as he turned to grab at his cup; he wasn't really a fan of coffee, due it usually being way too bitter for his incredibly sweet sensitive taste buds, but perhaps she made these to be sweeter... Nope! One slight sip of the steamed liquid and he sputtered away, his tongue not only burnt but incredibly angry at being given such a vile, bitter flavour. "Sorry... Bitter isn't really my thing," he mumbled against his pained tongue, setting the cup down in front of her as she offered to have it instead.

As Jane got to work on her own machinations, the Shaman was reminded he still had work to do here, and quickly moved back to his desk that he had picked out and cleaned off of junk and trash, making room for the ingredients which he now removed from his inventory, dumping them across the mahogany surface. "Yes, Dorian; and of course you are Jane, correct? A pleasure to see you again," he muttered over his shoulder as he sat down, giving the girl a smile before starting his procedures, gathering up and carving out large sheets of leather that would form the covers of the mystic tome. The Grimoire was going to need sturdy leather, and luckily he had found some decent stuff buried here in the workshop. Jane gave a warning to him about her own creations, and Dorian nodded his affirmation, understanding how volatile Alchemy could be - at least, he assumed she was an Alchemist. Having worked with an Alchemist some time before, he was a little bit more experienced with it than the average non-Alchemist.

Nevertheless, his own work took up his concentration, as he cut the leather to size and stacked a few layers together, kneading them into one thick rectangle that would form each cover of the Grimoire; grabbing the stack of papers he had accumulated, he cut them down neatly to make them the same size and neatly placed them atop the back cover he had created. Placing the front cover on top, he now had the body of the tome, but it wasn't ready for writings yet. With some string and a bit more leather, he fashioned and sowed together a decent spine, binding it to the front and back covers with the string and then layering another selection of leather over the top to stiffen and hide the bindings, making it presentable. Then, with a fine tip scribe, he began to etch a few designs onto the front face, intricate patterns and mystical symbols that would imbue the Grimoire with magic once it the runic letterings were scribbled into the pages within.

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Notes: Crafting - Basic Grimoire - Post 2/3
Word Count: 784
Tags: Jane

Coded by @serenityspace of LH

[Jane]

Jane found herself shrugging in response to the comment about the bitterness of coffee. There was a reason she always had sugar in her own cup, something she hadn't thought of for the Shaman. In her experience most people frowned upon adding sugar to their coffee. "It's okay, more for me. I think I have another sugar satchel somewhere." With that the guardian started patting herself down, the clink of plate on plat sounding to show how strange the idea of patting plate mail down was until she pulled out a clearly Adventurer-made satchel of sugar and threw it on the desk for later use.

"Well now, aren't you well spoken?" Jane asked with a smile, bowing her head slightly towards the boy. "Yeah, I don't remember much about our first meeting but we've defiantly met sometime in the past..."

Shrugging to herself again Jane pulled out a couple of tongs so that she was able to get to work herself, without doing the exact thing she'd asked Dorian not to do. Mana Fragments tended to pop up all over the workspace when she was doing her craft, so she had to pick up a couple of them safely and store them together. Jane figured she should work on some more equipment to be able to manager them more seriously and stop worrying about destroying them every few moments. The wire she'd set up earlier could help with that, and scrolling through her crafting list, Jane saw a few more things she could use to make exactly what she wanted.

Using the tongs to store the mana fragments she'd accidentally created so far, Jane would try and mix the two items together by throwing them in a beaker with water and swirling them around. It wasn't very scientific, but neither was anything else about being an Alchemist. It wasn't like a friendly Lander had put all the instructions together in a book somewhere, until the Adventurer's turned up they'd all made their equipment via the interface instead. Something Jane wished she could just do in order to make half this stuff for her crafting.

"So what brings you here?" she eventually asked while casually swirling her beaker around, before giving up and putting it on top of a flame to see if that would do anything better. "I mean, I guess it's obvious that you're here to craft, but are you making anything special, or just making things for the heck of it?"

Sometimes people got bored these days and just wanted to see what they could make, the world was an odd place and making new things was rather exciting, even if you were just following a tried and true method that someone else had figured out a while back. Something Jane could relate to at this current moment.

W: 470
So I figured out what I'm making, last post would have been reinforced wire, this post a stabilized mana fragment

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Dorian HP: 100% MP: 100%

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Dorian amusedly chuckled at her comment, claiming the second cup of coffee as her own; it sounded like she had forgotten to add sugar to the offered beverage, hence it's bitter taste, but even with the sweetened powder, Dorian never seemed accustomed to the still lingering bitter taste of coffee. Tea was more his forte - rather British, I know. "Please, help yourself," he responded, gesturing toward the cup of coffee after she had spoken. The room echoed now with the clank of her metallic gloves patting over her plate mail, undoubtedly searching for the aforementioned sugar packet which she apparently kept on her person.

Tilting his head to one side, he gave the small female a playful smirk, before shrugging his broader shoulders in reply. "Aye, I try to be as well-spoken as I can; 'tis how I was raised, as it were." Jane didn't seem to remember much on their earlier meeting, and to be fair he couldn't quite recall it himself; they had been in an establishment with alcohol, so it wasn't too much of a stretch to assume they had been drinking, and that tends to muddy one's memory. "Mm, 'twas a far time ago, and an odd night with little memory of it in here," he replied, poking his forehead to gesture towards his brain. "But we have met, that is for certain."

Jane seemed to turn and move on to her own work, to which the Shaman nodded in response and resumed his own crafting, the makings of his Grimoire on the desk before him; all that was needed now was the innards, the meaty mana lining the pages within. Brandishing his quill pen and bringing out a decent supply of ink inside it's glass bottle, Dorian began to weave mana from his body through his fingertips, dipping the quill tip into the black liquid and watching the viscous fluid fill up the barrel of the feather. Swiping the tip against the rim, he removed the excess ink before bringing his pen to the first page, readying himself.

"Hmm?" The Shaman lifted his head up and glanced over his shoulder when he heard Jane speak, looking at her as he realised she had asked him a question. "Oh, um... I think I have something in mind, but I don't know if I can do it as a Scribe; something to do with combining this Grimoire I'm making into some sort of enchantment," he spoke, repeatedly looking between the book he had open in front of him and the Guardian across the room who was still working on her own crafts. "I'll let you know if I have a better idea when I finish this up..." That being said, Dorian chuckled under his breath, giving Jane a wink before looking back down.

Scrawling the first few pages with his quill, he let his magic flow out of his fingertips, travelling it down the barrelled centre of the pen and imbuing into the ink scribed onto the papers. The writing began to glow with mana, a light blue that seemed to sparkle and reflect off the walls and ceiling of the room; each page, Dorian added more runic wordings, the glow becoming stronger and stronger until he finally added the last few wordings on the page on the end. Closing up the Grimoire, the book emanated with a sealed, condensed and focused mana that seemed to wait for someone to wield it. "Well, there we are... I made something."

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Notes: Crafting - Basic Grimoire - Post 3/3
Word Count: 582
Tags: Jane

Coded by @serenityspace of LH

[Jane]

Jane couldn't help but chuckle lightly. "Well don't overdo it on my account. English isn't the easiest language to follow sometimes. I'd filter it all to Welsh but so much gets lost in translation that its just not worth it." She chuckled again, looking down at her work before her and considering the next few steps. It was pretty clear what she was making, she could see a tooltip and what it looked like in her crafting system, but putting it together from the components was the tricky part.

The parts of the item were ready to be worked with, connecting them together somehow in a way that hadn't already been done. Really, all she was working on now was combining a mana-fied wire and even more mana to make... a even more mana-ified wire. Sometimes Alchemy recipes made no sense, that was exactly what Jane would distract herself as she worked, either getting nothing done in the end, or having a conversation as she went. Suffice to say she hadn't had many conversations or successes in a while now.

"That's better than me. I always come along to do 'something'" she emphasised the words with a gesture, "But I never seem to decide on what to work on, though I finally think I've found something worth making. If this one works, then maybe doing other work will be easier in the future..."

She trailed off, staring at the mana fragment and wire she had to work with, wondering how exactly she'd fuse the mana parts into the wire so that it worked as intended. She did have welders that might work, or a mana-powered-equivalent of a real world welder at least, but she felt that was more likely to damage the mana than connect the components. Using some sort of heating apparatus was a good idea however, so she set about creating a 'hot bed' that she could lay the wire out in, before shaving pieces of the stable mana fragment off of the main body and laying them out along the wire's length.

If all worked as intended, either the wire or the mana itself would melt, fusing it together along the length of the wire without causing any damage to either component. It wasn't the most scientific or memorable method, but of all the options available to her, Jane felt it was safest. The last time she'd messed with melting something she'd used acid, that had resulted in a lot more than the intended parts melting and a week of self imposed exile from the crafting stations in penance for her stupidity.

The plan should work, all Jane really had to do now was pay attention and ensure she didn't destroy all her hard work. She fell quiet, glancing at Dorian and his work occasionally. She was curious to see how much writing the scribe would have to do to give the book its magic. She'd read bits and pieces of the magic grimoire that the game world had provided itself, they talked of the practice of magic in quite some detail, but she'd never seen what sort of details Adventurer tended to put in their . She was curious to say the least.

"Good job!" Jane replied when Dorian announced his success. Her work was getting pretty close to done too and by the look of the components would just need a bit more time running together. "I should be finishing up soon myself, you'll have to let me see the book later on, or at least test it out to see if it works!" she added with a smile.

W: 604
Crafting a Magitech Inductor in this one
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