Seraph's Penthouse.
Atlas Park.
Diana stood out side the door to Seraph
workshop, twiddling her thumbs slightly. This was her first lesson
with him and he was going to let her work near a forge! Like some
sort of ye old blacksmith or something! She bounced on her feet in
excitement as the door opened and Seraph waved her in. “Ah, your
here, good.” stepping back, her let her enter the workshop.
Her eyes went wide as she entered what
looked like every alchemy, forge, workshop and study she had ever
seen in amine rolled into one. “This is all yours Mister Seraph?”
She asked in slight disbelief.
“Yeah, spend seven years wandering
through Europe and you be surprised what you pick up.” He said as
they past what looked like a hybrid of plate mail and samurai armour.
“But today’s lesson isn't about hoarding junk. Today I'm going to
teach you some basic crafting skills.” There was the sound of some
one tapping on glass over by the forge. Heading over Seraph opened a
window and a rather leggy red head stepped in.
She flashed Seraph a grin as she walked
towards the forge and lent against it. “You know Seraph, I could
use the front door, letting me climb in the window might give Tish
the wrong idea...” She let the sentence hang with a mild chuckled.
Diana watched as Seraph freeze
slightly, the colour draining from his face. She had heard about his
girlfriend... apparently she had a jealousy streak and had no problem
venting her frustration via teleporting people into the nearest lake.
He coughed and walked over to one of
his work benches and started collecting odds and ends. “Enynn, this
is my Apprentice Diana, she'll be taking notes and watching us
today.... please try not to break her.”
En grinned like a cat with a canary. “I
make no promises.”
“Riiiight... can you start the forge
then while I grab the stuff for today’s order?”
Diana turned to ask En if she needed
help starting the forge and froze as the red head started to strip.
As if sensing the younger woman’s gaze, En turned around and places
her hands on her hip, coking her head slightly. “Is there a
problem?”
Her brain pointed out that her mouth
was open before kicking itself back into gear.“Uh... uh... uh”
She stuttered before spinning around, face crimson. “Why are you
striping off?”
There was a light chuckle from behind
her. “Why, I would loath to burn my outfit, it is a rather cute
little number.”
“Oh um... okay then, Mister Seraph...
Why is the supermodel like lady the power for the forge?” She
turned to him, looking for an answer.
With his back still to them, he
replied. “I don't have a permit or the cash to build a forge
capable of the heats I need for my projects and artefact destruction,
En need a place she could relax with out torching it to the ground.
Stuff happened and it all worked out in the end, sort of.”
That seemed like a legitimate
answer. “But um... doesn’t your girlfriend get upset?”
En laughed as she rested on the edge of
the forge, letting Diana get quite an eye full. “Tish Would
probably get upset if I looked at him a certain way, but despite her
unfounded jealousy, she long ago realised that Seraph to much of a
gentleman to let his eye's roam.” She then dropped her voice to a
stage whisper. “That and he's been shy ever since I grabbed his
ass.”
“What?”
“Oh, long before he started dating
Tish, he walks a little close to the forge and I just couldn't help
myself.” En smirked. “So I grabbed it... Sadly my hand was at the
time hot enough to melt metal, so he now has my hand print as a
scar.”
Seraph let out a loud sigh. “You plan
to tell everyone that story?”
“Up until the point it stops being
funny or you get around to getting it removed.”
Diana started giggling as Seraph
brought over the supplies and sat then next to the forge. Clearing
his throat to get her attention, he placed several items in front of
her. “Today’s lesson is about spell catalysts and how to craft
them... if you are done snickering.”
“Um... sorry sir.” She muttered,
looking down at her feet.
“Okay then, to start with Diana, do
you know what a Spell Catalyst is?”
She crossed her eyes slightly as she
remembered. “Um... a Catalyst is used as a booster or by those that
aren’t good at harnessing magic on their own... right? Sort of like
a magical little blue pill?”
Seraph's jaw dropped. “What?”
There was a giggle from the forge as
Diana smiled sheepishly. “Well... I work UPS remember? There is a
few times where people try to deny the fact they ordered something at
times...” she trailed off.
Face palming he sighed. “Okay, yes,
in the most basic of terms, a catalyst is a little blue pill. A mage
can use a catalyst to momentarily boost their powers, increases the
size and duration of a spell.” there was another bout of giggling
from the forge. “Or they can even use it to heal themselves.”
Diana nodded, pulling out a note pad
and started writing as Seraph continued. “But Catalysts have a down
side, like any chemical that can boost your performance, using them
can cause all sorts of side effects, from addiction to the rare cases
of overload.”
She put her hand up, then blushed and
lowered it. “What’s an overload?”
“Well... hmmm, how best to explain
it...” clicking his fingers, a black board rose out of the floor
next to him and he drew a circle. “Say this is your mana, the size
of the sphere varies from person to person. When you use a catalyst,
it's like inflating a balloon, but what happens when you put to much
air into one?”
“Well, they pop...... ewwwwww! Your
telling me people can explode from using this stuff? Why do people
use it then?”
He raised a hand. “Same reason
doctors use morphine, it's a nasty drug when abused, but in the right
hands, it can aid those in pain. Catalysts are sort of the same, if
that makes any sense.”
En propped herself up. “Wait... if
they are so risky, why are you teaching her to make them?”
“Well, it's something she will need
to learn, M.A.G.I. Lost a lot when Galaxy fell and there arn't that
many mage's cane make them.” He turned back to Diana. “But don't
worry, today is about practice, anything you make will be disposed of
in a safe manner.”
Diana blinked. “So it's safe then?”
Seraph held his hand out flat and
tilted it side to side. “As long as En keeps the heat steady, the
components are good and we don't make any mistakes, yeah.” He
started arranging the ingredients at the side of the forge. “after
all, what can go wrong?”
Ten minutes later.
Diana let out a slight whimper as the
smoke cleared, revealing she was now halfway across the room,
upside-down and covered in cold blue foam.
From across the room she heard Seraph
swear in foreign language... or Klingon, she could of sworn she heard
a pu'dac in there.
As she climbed to her feet, she tried
to wipe some of the foam off only to find it was sort of sticky and
smelt like.... cotton candy?
“Daina... what the hell happened?”
“I'm sorry, I was adding the stuff
together like you said and um... well... I noticed that there was
some black... stuff in one of the ingredients, so I tried to take it
out and the thing exploded and I'm in a lot of trouble, aren’t I?”
“Actually, you’re not.” He got to
his feet and started over to wave a hand around, causing the foam to
dissipate. “You picked up on something I should of noticed and as a
result, probably saved us a lengthy hospital stay.”
Diana looked around as the foam started
to fade. “What is this stuff anyway?”
“A fire suppressant foam that also
leaches any potentially dangerous magic from the area.”
“Oh... Um, We're okay, aren’t we?”
“Oh of course, You will just smell a
little like sugar for a bit, that’s all.”
Diana looked around for a second.
“Um... Where did En go?”
There was a muffled cry from the pile
of blue foam that covered the forge before a slightly grumpy head
popped out. “Can you get this gunk off me? It's Freezing!”
As Seraph banished the foam, Diana
noticed a large chunk of the forge hand been blown out and it looked
like En had been clipped. Holding out a hand, she raised the O2
levels around En to help her heal.
Just as En summoned her flames to close
the wound.
Seraph looked and muttered a “Oh
Crap” before a second fireball filled the work shop.
Atlas Park.
Diana stood out side the door to Seraph
workshop, twiddling her thumbs slightly. This was her first lesson
with him and he was going to let her work near a forge! Like some
sort of ye old blacksmith or something! She bounced on her feet in
excitement as the door opened and Seraph waved her in. “Ah, your
here, good.” stepping back, her let her enter the workshop.
Her eyes went wide as she entered what
looked like every alchemy, forge, workshop and study she had ever
seen in amine rolled into one. “This is all yours Mister Seraph?”
She asked in slight disbelief.
“Yeah, spend seven years wandering
through Europe and you be surprised what you pick up.” He said as
they past what looked like a hybrid of plate mail and samurai armour.
“But today’s lesson isn't about hoarding junk. Today I'm going to
teach you some basic crafting skills.” There was the sound of some
one tapping on glass over by the forge. Heading over Seraph opened a
window and a rather leggy red head stepped in.
She flashed Seraph a grin as she walked
towards the forge and lent against it. “You know Seraph, I could
use the front door, letting me climb in the window might give Tish
the wrong idea...” She let the sentence hang with a mild chuckled.
Diana watched as Seraph freeze
slightly, the colour draining from his face. She had heard about his
girlfriend... apparently she had a jealousy streak and had no problem
venting her frustration via teleporting people into the nearest lake.
He coughed and walked over to one of
his work benches and started collecting odds and ends. “Enynn, this
is my Apprentice Diana, she'll be taking notes and watching us
today.... please try not to break her.”
En grinned like a cat with a canary. “I
make no promises.”
“Riiiight... can you start the forge
then while I grab the stuff for today’s order?”
Diana turned to ask En if she needed
help starting the forge and froze as the red head started to strip.
As if sensing the younger woman’s gaze, En turned around and places
her hands on her hip, coking her head slightly. “Is there a
problem?”
Her brain pointed out that her mouth
was open before kicking itself back into gear.“Uh... uh... uh”
She stuttered before spinning around, face crimson. “Why are you
striping off?”
There was a light chuckle from behind
her. “Why, I would loath to burn my outfit, it is a rather cute
little number.”
“Oh um... okay then, Mister Seraph...
Why is the supermodel like lady the power for the forge?” She
turned to him, looking for an answer.
With his back still to them, he
replied. “I don't have a permit or the cash to build a forge
capable of the heats I need for my projects and artefact destruction,
En need a place she could relax with out torching it to the ground.
Stuff happened and it all worked out in the end, sort of.”
That seemed like a legitimate
answer. “But um... doesn’t your girlfriend get upset?”
En laughed as she rested on the edge of
the forge, letting Diana get quite an eye full. “Tish Would
probably get upset if I looked at him a certain way, but despite her
unfounded jealousy, she long ago realised that Seraph to much of a
gentleman to let his eye's roam.” She then dropped her voice to a
stage whisper. “That and he's been shy ever since I grabbed his
ass.”
“What?”
“Oh, long before he started dating
Tish, he walks a little close to the forge and I just couldn't help
myself.” En smirked. “So I grabbed it... Sadly my hand was at the
time hot enough to melt metal, so he now has my hand print as a
scar.”
Seraph let out a loud sigh. “You plan
to tell everyone that story?”
“Up until the point it stops being
funny or you get around to getting it removed.”
Diana started giggling as Seraph
brought over the supplies and sat then next to the forge. Clearing
his throat to get her attention, he placed several items in front of
her. “Today’s lesson is about spell catalysts and how to craft
them... if you are done snickering.”
“Um... sorry sir.” She muttered,
looking down at her feet.
“Okay then, to start with Diana, do
you know what a Spell Catalyst is?”
She crossed her eyes slightly as she
remembered. “Um... a Catalyst is used as a booster or by those that
aren’t good at harnessing magic on their own... right? Sort of like
a magical little blue pill?”
Seraph's jaw dropped. “What?”
There was a giggle from the forge as
Diana smiled sheepishly. “Well... I work UPS remember? There is a
few times where people try to deny the fact they ordered something at
times...” she trailed off.
Face palming he sighed. “Okay, yes,
in the most basic of terms, a catalyst is a little blue pill. A mage
can use a catalyst to momentarily boost their powers, increases the
size and duration of a spell.” there was another bout of giggling
from the forge. “Or they can even use it to heal themselves.”
Diana nodded, pulling out a note pad
and started writing as Seraph continued. “But Catalysts have a down
side, like any chemical that can boost your performance, using them
can cause all sorts of side effects, from addiction to the rare cases
of overload.”
She put her hand up, then blushed and
lowered it. “What’s an overload?”
“Well... hmmm, how best to explain
it...” clicking his fingers, a black board rose out of the floor
next to him and he drew a circle. “Say this is your mana, the size
of the sphere varies from person to person. When you use a catalyst,
it's like inflating a balloon, but what happens when you put to much
air into one?”
“Well, they pop...... ewwwwww! Your
telling me people can explode from using this stuff? Why do people
use it then?”
He raised a hand. “Same reason
doctors use morphine, it's a nasty drug when abused, but in the right
hands, it can aid those in pain. Catalysts are sort of the same, if
that makes any sense.”
En propped herself up. “Wait... if
they are so risky, why are you teaching her to make them?”
“Well, it's something she will need
to learn, M.A.G.I. Lost a lot when Galaxy fell and there arn't that
many mage's cane make them.” He turned back to Diana. “But don't
worry, today is about practice, anything you make will be disposed of
in a safe manner.”
Diana blinked. “So it's safe then?”
Seraph held his hand out flat and
tilted it side to side. “As long as En keeps the heat steady, the
components are good and we don't make any mistakes, yeah.” He
started arranging the ingredients at the side of the forge. “after
all, what can go wrong?”
Ten minutes later.
Diana let out a slight whimper as the
smoke cleared, revealing she was now halfway across the room,
upside-down and covered in cold blue foam.
From across the room she heard Seraph
swear in foreign language... or Klingon, she could of sworn she heard
a pu'dac in there.
As she climbed to her feet, she tried
to wipe some of the foam off only to find it was sort of sticky and
smelt like.... cotton candy?
“Daina... what the hell happened?”
“I'm sorry, I was adding the stuff
together like you said and um... well... I noticed that there was
some black... stuff in one of the ingredients, so I tried to take it
out and the thing exploded and I'm in a lot of trouble, aren’t I?”
“Actually, you’re not.” He got to
his feet and started over to wave a hand around, causing the foam to
dissipate. “You picked up on something I should of noticed and as a
result, probably saved us a lengthy hospital stay.”
Diana looked around as the foam started
to fade. “What is this stuff anyway?”
“A fire suppressant foam that also
leaches any potentially dangerous magic from the area.”
“Oh... Um, We're okay, aren’t we?”
“Oh of course, You will just smell a
little like sugar for a bit, that’s all.”
Diana looked around for a second.
“Um... Where did En go?”
There was a muffled cry from the pile
of blue foam that covered the forge before a slightly grumpy head
popped out. “Can you get this gunk off me? It's Freezing!”
As Seraph banished the foam, Diana
noticed a large chunk of the forge hand been blown out and it looked
like En had been clipped. Holding out a hand, she raised the O2
levels around En to help her heal.
Just as En summoned her flames to close
the wound.
Seraph looked and muttered a “Oh
Crap” before a second fireball filled the work shop.