Makorr: Junction {Open RP}

Post by 355559

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Post by Behelich

Character: Alistair Mercer
Location: Karazhan

Mercer gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay put rather than hurry after the woman. After all, she certainly wanted him to follow her, so it was safe to assume (he told himself) she would remain within hearing distance at least.

"Suppose I don't," he ventured, raising his voice.

Post by Krutos

JJ
Karazhan

- "Do I have any say in my method of travelling?", JJ asked the female dwarf. "Also, you don't happen to be a mage do you?"

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Post by Krutos

JJ
Karazhan

- "I'm not very mailbox compatible", JJ muttered. "I also think I'm missing a gauntlet so before you shove we into anything too small, maybe I just take a little detour to pick one up?"

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Post by Atik

Logan Emery, Desigos
Dun Morogh

"We don't even know what it can do." Logan crossed his arms.

Post by oneforthemoney

Character: Jonas, Recheck Master of Squares
Location: Dun Morogh

"So? I don't know what you can do but I'm fairly sure you can be useful."

"FEED me his SOUL!"

"See? Recheck agrees. Besides. It's like...killing rats in people's basement? Delivering letters? It's literally beginner level stuff here. I could smack them with it even if it doesn't hold unholy powers. It's not like we're raiding Blackrock. How bad it could be he said not at all tempting fate."

Post by Atik

Logan Emery, Desigos
Dun Morogh

"Right..." Logan stared. "There's a quest in Skyrim where all you're doing is 'killing rats'." He explained. "Then you get jumped by one of the hardest bosses in the game."

Post by oneforthemoney

Character: Jonas, Recheck Master of Squares
Location: Dun Morogh

"I think that's a deliberate subversion though. I'm not sure Blizzard is capable of being that subtle. Or, you know. At all."

Post by Atik

Logan Emery, Desigos
Dun Morogh

"Ugh. Don't remind me." Logan groaned. "Warlords of Draenor was so..." Bringing a hand to his forehead, he arranged his fingers to resemble a gun. With a 'pew' sound, he head moved back, as if recoiling.

Post by oneforthemoney

Character: Jonas, Recheck Master of Squares
Location: Dun Morogh

"Bang on," Jonas said with a punctuated finger pistol. "So bottom line is I don't think we're going to have to be wielding the Ashbringer to handle any quests around here."

Post by Behelich

Character: Alistair Mercer
Location: Karazhan

Mercer stood there within the wardrobe, waiting for something to happen. When nothing did, all things considered, it was an appropriate response to his witty challenge of 'Suppose I don't'. It still felt underwhelming.

So what was he to do now? Sure, he could follow a creepily giggling female dwarf - as in, member of a different species entirely, rather than a vertically-challenged human - that dragged his hungover guest away through the corridors of a haunted tower with no clue whatsoever where that would lead him; was there not a freaking rift in time-space continuum here somewhere, with an angry space goat sorcerer?

Yeah, that did not seem all that attractive a prospect. He could not find it in himself to be responsible for JJ's well-being and anyway, he tried, so there. Besides, something nagged at him, a sense of tasks uncompleted that had nothing to do with reason and calculation. Alistair still thought he was dreaming, despite evidence to the contrary accumulating at an alarming speed; since he was far more capable of trusting his instincts in a dreamscape than in real life, he decided to listen to his subconscious and see where it took him.

He stepped away from the wardrobe and closed it with great care and deliberation. Then he turned around and there it was, the thing drawing his attention ever since he had awakened here. Mercer walked up to the lathe and took some time to admire its beauty; it was an object of art as much as it was a tool of the trade, surreal in its blending of ancient architecture and modern utility.

Then again, this was a world that developed its technology while remaining stuck in the Middle Ages, so perhaps he would do well to get used to such things. He sighed and peered at the lathe to determine whether he could actually use it.

Clamped firmly in the lathe's vise - or whatever is the correct technical term for the part that holds the object to be carved, again, Mercer's experience with lathes was severely limited - was a white cylinder roughly three feet long and five inches thick. A transparent casing prevented him from touching the cylinder, although he supposed the intended purpose of the casing was to prevent dust and debris from making a mess in the guest room.

The casing was one of the only two smooth parts in the entire lathe's exterior, the other being a panel that looked just barely big enough for Mercer to press his open hand against. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion, rocking back and forth in his shiny new boots that fitted him perfectly, as did the rest of the clothing he expropriated. Now that he thought about it, the panel looked exactly the right size for him to press his open hand against. He could hardly pass an opportunity like that.

Mercer pulled the glove off of his right hand, tugged it behind his belt and pressed his palm against the panel. He might have imagined it, but he thought he saw a teal spark appear between his wedding band and the lathe right before his skin touched the metal.

The lathe hummed and began moving.

Post by Krutos

JJ
Karazhan

"What a curious delirium dwarf"

- "Well considering that you already seem to know my name I find it hard to see the point in it. But what the heck", JJ said. "The name's JJ. A pleasure to meet you Miss...?"

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Post by Behelich

Character: Alistair Mercer
Location: Karazhan

Mercer watched, fascinated, as the arcane machine gnawed at the cylinder, giving it shape. An entertaining sight, to be sure, but also one that allowed his thoughts to wander and analyze the events so far.

Subject JJ: a hungover human male wearing ill-fitting armor and a billowing cloak... over jeans and sneakers. Odds were pretty good he was an Earthman... Earther... Earthling, whatever, much like Mercer himself. He narrowly escaped agents of the Kirin Tor only to be whisked away by some creepy midget. What are the odds?

Alistair grumbled irritably. He knew nothing of the dwarf, and, while her acting like she knew him and of him could be just that, an act, it was unnerving all the same. Sure, she did not act maliciously, but then again, the scariest psychopaths are those that smile pleasantly.

Subject Kirin Tor. The phrase JJ had used in reference to, as Alistair knew now, were people from the planet Earth, was something about space-time hopping folks imploding creation. Now, Mercer was not exactly educated on the subject of planeswalking and its implication in this particular setting, but he had to agree it was smart to err on the side of caution. Even if his presence did not threaten the fabric of reality, his appearance alone was of an academical value to the wizards.

Mercer admitted to himself that, had he been an archmage caught whiff of interdimensional travelers, he would do all in his power to snag them into a secure environment and study them there. Knowledge is power, literally in case of the magi, and knowledge of traveling between planes of existence, well.

To sum up, there was no way in heck Alistair would agree to face anyone affiliated with Kirin Tor without some serious backup, if he had any say in the matter.

"I will not be contained," he growled, needing to hear the words spoken aloud and finding their sound comforting.

The lathe continued its work. The object contained within had been given shape, and now blades moving with surgical precision began to carve symbols into its surface. Alistair supposed the final product would be some sort of a scepter or a wand, but, now that he had seen the blank shape, he could not shake off an impression of a baseball bat. Not necessarily a bad thing, if anything, he would have a sturdy stick to hit things with, with the shape designed just for that.

Several minutes later the bat was complete, now covered by runes and sigils. The casing slid up and away, allowing access to the rod, which was just what Alistair did. Hefty, yet not too heavy, the bat lay comfortably in his hand. Attached to the knob was a loop of cloth that Mercer immediately slipped around his wrist, after replacing the glove.

The loop would definitely make it easier to transport the thing, but he had to admit it was rather noticeable.

"Now if only you were smaller and fit into a boot," Alistair muttered, and then added, "Ack!" when the bat shrunk. It imploded upon itself seamlessly, smoothly decreasing in size and weight; the symbols blended with one another without actually overlapping once, until all that was left was a flat chip the size of a nail, with a single symbol on its surface.

The description of the process in no way did it justice, for it was undramatic and fast, happening in the span of one second.

"Hey, go back!" Alistair complained after several seconds of confusion. The bat obliged.

Mercer grinned. Experimenting time.

((OOC: The symbols are from the same alphabet as the Rune of Power; the single symbol on the chip is 'Focus'.))

Post by Krutos

JJ
Karazhan

- "No, I don't think I do", JJ muttered, partially to himself. "Do try to remind me, where and when have we met before?"

He still wasn't quite sure how to react to being kidnapped but for now it seemed that he had no choice but to go along.

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Post by Krutos

JJ
Karazhan

JJ took a quick look at the armour.

- "Yap, seems to match", he said picking up a pair for his other gauntlet and adjusting his helmet a little. "I think that's it then"

brb, gonna cook a quick lunch

Post by Behelich

Character: Alistair Mercer
Location: Karazhan

"Expand. Retract. Grow. Compress. Enlarge. Diminish. Swell. Implode. Appear. Hide. Activate. Deactivate. Awaken. Slumber."

Mercer walked down the halls of the Ivory Tower, deeply immersed in the process of testing his new bat. Some of the commands it obeyed without hesitation, others he had to concentrate upon. In the future, he reasoned, he needed to prevent the tool from expanding to its working state any time he thought about oblong objects. There would be some time before he managed to exercise his command over the bat fully and precisely.

Alistair did not care for the sheer amount of Freudian jokes hovering at the edges of his mind right now.

He found out that thinking really hard rather than saying the command aloud worked, and also that it required a considerable amount of effort on his part. Thankfully, there was no intermediate state, the bat was either active or dormant inside the chip. It also always expanded in the same direction from the base of the loop, and if he happened to be holding the chip pinned between his fingertips in just the right way, the bat would grow right into his grasp. It took him several tries to figure it out and often he escaped a black eye by sheer luck, but by the time he began descending the stairs into the Grand Ballroom he got the general gist of it.

The corridors of Karazhan looked empty so far, and Mercer had not yet decided whether it was reassuring or alarming. Assuming the best, the place had been mostly cleared out of its inhabitants by a gang of marauders, sorry, heroes. Assuming the worst, the danger lurked right beyond the corner. Even if it did, Mercer was ill-equipped to deal with anything more threatening than a rat, and hey, there happen to be large and scary rats out there, too; he was also a poor runner and too clumsy to attempt sneaking, so all that remained was striding confidently and acting like he had every right to be here and now.

Acting. Pretending to be something he was not. Now if only he had some more self-control and a little more spine, Mercer thought rather spitefully.

"Go-go gadget baseball bat."

The tool, predictably, did not dignify that with a response, but his own joke did bring a smile to Mercer's lips, so in the end, maybe it was not so bad.

Makorr: Junction {Open RP}

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