Kapitel 1: 1
She looked a little amused by my comment, probably about to say something until the front doors burst open, a familiar orange haired man walking in.
"Kid, you made it." He exclaimed. Trailing a little behind him, a woman casual strode inside as well.
She had an eye-catching hair color, half brown and half pink, yet it seemingly worked quite well on her. She was rather short, even with the heels she wore, and a parasol in her hand.
"Let me introduce you to my partner in crime – Neopolitan, or just Neo for shot." His partner gave a little wave. "She doesn't speak." He added.
"Like the ice cream?" I raised an eyebrow.
The little girl smirked, and the area around her shattered, disappearing. I blinked for a moment, gripping my drink tightly right as another hand reached for it. The seat next to me shattered like glass, the girl appearing, trying to steal my drink from me.
"Huh, good instincts." Roman commented, earning a pout from his partner.
"Shorty." Miltia just scowled.
Neo turned to her, gestured with her hands and Miltia looked pale, turning away with a huff.
"Well…" Roman approached, leaning against the counter. "She hasn't stabbed you, that's always a good sign."
I eyed Neo who blinked innocently.
"If you're done drinking all my alcohol, we have a job to discuss." Junior's voice carried over the area, standing at the doorway into his back room
"Alright, front and center, kiddo, time to put your big boy pants on, you're about to hit the big times." Roman slapped my back as he went to the back, Neo giving me a wink as she skipped behind.
Technically, I haven't even done the small time stuff yet.
"Well, that was interesting."
"Be careful with Neo, she's a lot stronger than she looks." Meltia scowled. "Don't believe her innocent little girl act."
"Little girl? With those hips, she's definitely a woman."
Meltia stopped for a moment, looking at me in surprise.
"What?" I asked her in confusion.
Her lips curled up slightly. "Didn't expect something like that from such a dork."
"What, didn't expect me to admire the view?" I raised an eyebrow.
She shrugged. "You came off as the goody two-shoes type, didn't know your brain could even think like that."
"Wow, do I really give off that vibe?" I was honestly surprised.
She let out a laugh. "Come on, choir boy, Junior's waiting."
"Alright, Ladies and Gentlemen." Roman clapped his hands, grabbing everyone's attention.
I looked around the room, it was me, Roman, Junior, Melanie, Meltia, and Neo all sitting around a white board.
"The name of the game is robbery." He swept his gaze around. "Anyone who doesn't want to be involved, get the fuck out now."
No one moved, but Melanie made a noise to draw attention. "Who is he and why is he here?" She gestured to me.
"Actually, that's a good question." I agreed, much to Melanie's bemusement.
"Alright, that's fair." Roman nodded. "Kid here is a distraction. Honestly, anyone could fill his role, but it's hard to find someone with his specialty."
"Punchable face?" Meltia offered.
Roman smirked, snapping his fingers. "Right you are."
"Yeah, yeah." I rolled my eyes. "Can you explain properly."
"Buzzkill." Roman moved on easily enough. "Alright, so kid here is going to be our patsy to draw attention in the Mistral Tournament coming up. We're going to Rig the thing up until the top 16, giving him a free win each time. I chose him, because he looks about the right age and within arms reach, I had blackmail, and he seemed smart enough not to fuck it up, which admittedly, is a low bar that many of our minions can't seem to clear."
"That's going to be a lot of attention on him." Junior noted. "I hope I'm paying for more than just some spectacle."
Ah, was Junior bankrolling this heist?
"That's part of the plan, and where I need you lot to come in. See, you all are going to promote him."
Junior looked unamused. "What?"
"Promote him, put up fliers, tell everyone about the kid who came from 'your' club that's going to compete." Roman flourished his hands for added effect.
"Why?" Junior asked.
"We need Lil'miss Malachite's spies to notice and give the boss lady time to contemplate." Roman explained.
"Mother?" Meltia looked confused.
"Wait, mother? You want to fuck with their mom?" I interjected.
"Oh, we're doing a job that's going to piss off 'that woman'?" Melanie picked at her nails. She tried to look uninterested, but the look in her eyes betrayed that.
Not the reaction I expected with their mother came up, but I can't exactly toss stones from my glass house over here.
"Righto, stop skipping ahead." Roman gave me a look. "So, Malachite senior still has spies around to watch us, obviously they can't really do anything in your turf, Junior."
Junior just grunted and I realized that he was probably the 'boss' around these parts and not merely an information broker.
"As I was saying." Roman continued. "Promote him enough to grab her attention. She'll be focused on why you—" He pointed towards Junior. "Would bother with a nobody like him." He then pointed towards me. "Of course she's going to investigate since her spies will no doubt reported to her that I've been walking in and out of here a lot more recently."
"So, you want mother's eyes on you, why?" Melita asked.
"I'm glad you asked." He snapped his fingers, pointing towards the white board. "Neo, do your thing." The area around the board shattered, and was replaced with pictures and such all over. His cane slapped at the top corner. "The kid is going to give a signal, one that would force the spider bitch to act. At that time, we're hitting her two biggest stashes while all her people try to grab the one who pushed her face in the mud for the whole world to see."
Ah, she would be forced to act to save face.
"YOU KNOW MOTHER'S STASHES?" Melanie stood up, clear surprise on her face.
Roman took out a cigar, lighting it up with a smirk. "Honey, who do you think I am?"
"Where do we come in?" Melanie asked, clearly still excited at the prospect.
"Muscle" Roman said bluntly. "Believe me when I say, this is going to be a hot exit. Malachite senior holds half of Mistral by the balls, you better believe she'll ground all outgoing bullheads to stop us. I need you both to keep our getaway clean of pests."
"Fine." Melanie sat back down. "My cut better be worth it."
"How far away is the Bullhead from the stashes?" I asked, earning everyone's attention.
"Good question kid." Roman nodded in approval. "The answer is – too damn far."
"How long can she ground all the bullheads?"
Roman looked thoughtful. "A couple hours, give or take."
"Wouldn't it be better to just go to ground for a bit, wait for her hold to wane? Even if the authorities are in her pocket, they can't keep inter kingdom flights grounded too long, wouldn't that open up issues with other kingdoms to make comments?" I wasn't too aware of interkingdom politics, but it seemed unwise for Mistral's government to get any kind of flak due to her personal issues on an international scale.
"Me and Neo would be fine, the sisters would be fine too, but you'll be all alone, kid."
"Can she even touch me while the tournament is going on?"
"Very unlikely, too many cameras, and the government would come down on her hard for such an overt move on her part. Hell, if the tournament is seen as 'unsafe' by other Kingdoms…." Roman just laughed at the thought and I could fill in the gaps.
"There you have it, just let me have a go, worst case I'm fucked and you can get out of there without me." I mean, the absolute worse case, I could always just portal back to Vale, but I didn't want to really reveal that at the moment.
Roman gave me an appraising look. "You got balls, kid, I'll give you that." He chuckled. "Alright, if you want to play it like that, it's your ass." He shook his head. "Alright, the big picture is painted, time to settle the details."
Right, right now turn to your left." Roman held a camera, snapping pictures.
"Like this?" I asked.
"Good, the ladies will love this, now why don't you give a little pout."
"Wait, what?"
"Why don't we try something else." Roman tapped his cheek. "Actually, lets lose the shirt."
"You're fucking with me." I deadpanned.
Roman snorted, laughter escaping his lips. I looked around to see Junior cracking a smile and Miltia with her sister giggling.
"What? Me? Why, the insinuation leaves me – "
"Yeah, fuck off." I walked over to the bar, hopping into my seat. "How long ago was he finished?" I asked.
"About two hours." Miltia answered.
"What? We've barely been here for that long."
"Roman is a surprisingly good photographer, his first couple shots turned out great, the people printing the posters should have the first stack done any time."
"DICK." I shouted towards Roman.
He of course responded with a cheeky smile and wave.
"Got my people working the online angle too." Junior cleaning one of his glasses, still clearly amused. "By the end of the day, half the city will know your name and face. Walter Howard Schweiontorg, the name will be on everyone's lips."
"Oh fuck off, you know what my name is." I rolled my eyes, much to his laughter. "What happened to Neo?" I looked around the room.
"Shorty went to grab some stuff." Melanie replied, filing her nails. "She said – wrote something about you needing a proper weapon."
"I have a – " I paused staring up as the air cracked and shattered, Neo presenting herself with flare, holding something in her hands.
There was a pregnant silence that took over the whole room, everyone staring at what Neo had brought in.
"I feel attacked right now."
At that, nearly everyone broke down laughing as Neo wiggled the giant purple Dildo, presumably what was supposed to be my 'weapon'. It even had a giant handle sticking out so you could 'wield it' with two hands.
"You know what? I'm going to shout during every match, that Roman Torchwick is my sponsor as I waive that giant ass dildo around."
Neo silently laughed as she set it on the counter, pulling up a seat.
"Alright, kid. Don't' get your panties in a twist." Roman lit his signature cigar, turning towards Neo. "How's the stuff coming?"
Neo started gesturing with her hands, huffing a little then rolled her eyes.
"Unfortunate, but quality takes time." Roman replied, seemingly able to understand her. He turned towards Junior. "Looks like your guys are already putting up the posters around town."
"What about the 'stuff.'" Junior said with the subtlety of a bulldozer.
"Atlas Military Grade Dust Bombs." Roman Smirked. "Got them on the way, should be arriving in the next couple days."
Junior grunted. "This better be worth it, I'm dropping a lot of Lien to fund this job of yours." He shook his head. "Not to mention all the hardware upgrades I'm giving to my boys to keep the Spider bitch out of the city once everything settles."
"Even if we only hit one stash house, it would be more than worth it." Roman stated. "I saw her books once, think 10 years of profits all nicely stocked away for a rainy day."
Junior grunted a noncommittal answer. "Atleast we can keep going with the bets."
"Even if we didn't make any money, would be best to keep doing it. Charades and all that." Roman nodded.
"Ugh, this is boring, I'm gonna go shopping." Miltia stood up, ignoring the conversation Roman and Junior were having
"Want some company?" I asked, thinking of stepping away myself. This part didn't really concern me.
"Whatever." She said immediately, but the smallest amount of a smile appeared on her face.
"What about this one?" Miltia held up a tank top.
"Color good, design is meh." I shook my head. Catching out of the corner of my eye, a kid probably around Kunou's age was pointing to me excitedly and then pointing at a nearby poster. I gave him a little wave, much to his amusement.
Junior's men work fast, I had seen dozens of posters up already as well as several more walking around. Their 'uniforms' were pretty easy to spot in a crowd. I think I may have underestimated how popular this tournament was.
I turned back to the rack of clothes. "What about this." I pulled another shirt off the rack, holding it up to her.
"Really?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Mmm, the asymmetry works well on you, it compliments your hair, and the color matches your eyes." I scrunched my nose, thinking it over. "Would go well with pretty much any kind of jeans, though shoes are an issue."
She grabbed it, holding it up to herself as she eyed a mirror a few feet away. "It really does." She seemed surprised. "It's weird how you're good at this."
"At looking good?" I raised an eyebrow. "Have you seen me?" I waived my hands, gesturing to my clothes for added effect.
She let out a small little snort, her lips curling up. "You really do take after Roman."
"I choose to take that as a compliment."
"It wasn't."
"Too late, I have taken your words as praise."
"Brothers, you're insufferable just like him."
"Stop my ego can only get so big."
She scoffed, crossing her arms before reaching for another article of clothing. "What about this blue one?"
"Nah, red is definitely your color, matches your complexion more." I shook my head. "But you already knew that."
"Wanted a boy's perspective." She shrugged, putting it back. "Anything you want to do after this?"
"I got nothing particular I'm keen on doing." I thought it over. "Can always do lunch or something after."
"I know a good sushi place nearby." She mumbled. "You do know that the tournament is only like a week away, right?"
"Yeah, I was there for the meeting." I rolled my eyes.
"No, you idiot, I mean you're going to be fighting some of remnant's best for the age group. You've only had your aura for like a week, and you don't even have a weapon!"
Huh, was she holding this in for awhile? I couldn't help but smile at her worried expression. "I'm acting like this, because I have confidence in myself."
She just scowled again. "There's a big difference between the thugs running around with Aura and the ones being trained in schools."
"I have a weapon, and I have been heavily trained. Just because I didn't have Aura before doesn't mean I'm weak." I calmly replied.
"Whatever." She didn't seem to believe me, but she dropped it. "Just….don't get caught and die or something." I don't she was particularly used to having conversations like this.
"And it's not like I won't be preparing." I stated. "I was going to go over the rule book, and maybe procure some stuff to take with me." I saw that Dust came in a larger crystallized form opposed to the grounded variety I had on me. More expensive, but it should be much more power.
It gave me...many ideas.
Well, we turned to walk towards the register, when a familiar pair of bunny ears caught my attention.
"Come on, Vel, this would be cute on you." A girl with a peculiar style was talking with the bunny. Why she was wearing sunglasses indoors, I couldn't say.
Reminded me of that edgy kid back in my birth world
"Coco! I can't…..that barely covers my chest."
"Girl, you need to show off your assets." Her head turned , staring at me. "This would be cute, right?" The aforementioned Coco seemed to hold up the shirt for me to see. "Makes her boobs look nice and perky, right?"
"Coco!" Velvet turned a bright shade of red.
"Maybe if she wants to turn tricks on the corner." Miltia interjected.
Coco went silent, staring at my companion. "Of course, you would know all about that." Coco harrumphed, "Almost didn't recognize you without that hideous thing you call a dress on."
"Atleast I'm noticeable, you look like an extra in a D-list action movie."
"Noticeable like a clown at a birthday party."
I picked up the distaste Miltia had for this girl almost immediately. No idea what was going on between them, but sides were easy to choose, so I spoke up. "Really? The girl wearing a beret is going to throw shade?"
Coco's head snapped to me, eyeing me up and down. "A vest and tie, what century is this supposed to be? My grandfather wore something like that when I visited him last week."
"It's called style, maybe you should ask him for advice." I countered.
"Style!? Do you have any idea how hard it was to find an outfit that looks good with a beret?" She pulled on her shirt for added effect.
"It must be pretty hard if you still haven't found one." I continued. "You look like you're trying to tell the world you aren't a conformist, yet thrive on all the attention they give you. The only way you could look any more 'original' is if you wore sunglasses indoors...oh wait."
Her mouth gaped, her sunglasses sliding down her nose. I adjusted my tie and straightened my collar, turning my nose up at her before leaving, Miltia following behind me.
Miltia started to giggle almost uncontrollably. "Hate that bitch." She managed to get out between laughs. "Came into the club a few times and just starts trash talking everyone's clothes. Thinks because her parents are rich, and she spends their money to buy boutiques and fashion stores that she's better than everyone."
Well, that answers that question. "Met her friend before, nice girl, bit of a push over though."
"The bunny faunus?" Miltia asked.
"Mmm, she was a waiter at a nice café I visited. Though I probably shouldn't go back there."
"What happened?"
"Beat up some idiots, stole their wallets." That was a fun morning.
Miltia just blinked before laughing again.
"Oh, I just had a thought." I stopped my steps. "Would you happen to know somewhere to make scabbards?" If I didn't want to show off my storage ring, I would need to carry Mirage on me, and my favored sword deserves a good home.
This is the third one." Miltia Lead more towards another store. She was getting….not annoyed, but not really 'happy' I suppose? But she was happily swinging another new bag in her hand. Some kind of 'oil' for keeping her 'claws' nice and clean.
She utilizes a type of claws in combat, interesting in of itself.
The shop looked a bit older than the others, not unkept, but definitely had seen a lot of years.
We walked in, greeted by the sound of a bell atop the door to alert the owner to customers.
The man behind the counter was an older gentleman, but he gave a genuine smile when we walked in. "What can I do for you youngsters."
"He needs a sheath for his imaginary sword." Miltia chimed in, still not believing me.
"Half of what she said is true." I added. "Do you make customized orders?"
He sat up from his stool behind the counter, stretching his back a little. "It's been awhile since I've had someone wanting me to make a design from scratch." He chuckled. "Kids these days with their 'mechashift' weapons don't seem to appreciate the basics."
"I can see the utility, but I'm satisfied with just a sword." I nodded. I wasn't too sold on the mechashift weapons these people usually used, but I could understand where the idea came from and why it was so popularized. It simply wasn't my cup of tea.
As a curiosity, I wouldn't mind having one created, but I couldn't see utilizing it any a true fight.
"Well, I have some old works I did, see if anything catches your eye." He slowly bent down, pulling a few items from under the counter.
Everything he set on the table weren't all scabbards. There were combat boots, bags, and other items that one may take into combat in the wilds. But, it was a good idea to see his particular skills and style he predominantly used.
"Oh!" I exclaimed. "This color is perfect, matches the hilt." I held out a scabbard he set on the table, made for a sword much wider than my own. "What about engravings?"
"I may be old, but my hands are till steady enough to decorate it how you want." He smiled.
"What do you think?" I held It up for Miltia to see.
"Hard to judge without a sword." She rolled her eyes.
"Fine, fine." I might as well show her. "Just keep it a secret for now."
"What are –"
I flipped my hand over, allowing Mirage to appear in my hand.
Miltia, just stared at me for a moment, blinking in confusion.
"What a beautiful weapon." The old man stated.
"Think you can do something with this?"
"I would be overjoyed." He nodded enthusiastically.
"You already discovered your semblance?!" Miltia practically shout out.
I pursed my lips. "Toot toot, no faith in me." Not really, but I didn't want to reveal all my secrets just yet.
"Well, maybe you won't get your ass handed to you so badly now." She crossed her arms with a huff.
I ignored her turning to the shop keep. "Think you can have this done in a few days? I need it to be ready for the Mistral Tournament."
"You're going to compete?" He raised an eyebrow.
"You're looking at the next Champion" I waived my arms for emphasis.
"That one lass is fairly good, what was her name again...?" The old man lightly replied as I set my sword down to allow him to get measurements.
"The 'invincible girl'?" Miltia added air quotes with a smalls scowl.
"That's the one, she's won almost all her matches in the past with relative ease."
"Should be fun." I smiled.
"Whatever, not me who's going to be humiliated infront of all of Remnant." Miltia said.
"Truly, your support gives me the confidence to win." I drawled.
"Regardless, I'll need to take a few more measurements." The old man chimed in. "I can have this made in a couple days if all goes well."
"Cutting it close." Miltia crossed her arms. "The Tournament is only a few days away, and we have to get you there early to register and all that."
"To see one of my creations on a stage like that, these old hands will get the job done in time."
I can't wait. I hadn't particularly needed a sheath previously, but I didn't want to be taking my sword out of my ring every time I needed it. And carrying a weapon open like that would just be rude, not to mention it would make me look so tasteless.
Getting everything set up, me and Miltia finally left the quaint little shop. "How are things on your end, need to get anything ready?" It wouldn't be odd for me to assume they needed a lot of supplies for their end as well.
"Mel should be handling – " She paused. "Why would I trust her to deal with that?" She scowled, talking to herself.
"Gotta run some errands?"
She huffed in annoyance. "Melanie always waits to the last minute to do anything. I should probably check to make sure we got everything ready. Besides, Junior's footing the bill.
"Alright, it was fun, we should do this again sometime."
She turned to me briefly. "I didn't hate it." She stated. But from what I knew of her so far, that seemed like praise from her.
As she left, I turned and walked in the other direction, finding a secluded area to pull out my scroll. I brought up a map of Remnant.
[Whatcha doin?] Ddraig asked.
"I was thinking about paying a visit to Mistral, since I won't really have time while the tournament is going one, just wanted to walk around for a bit."
[Is that a good idea?]
I just shrugged. "It shouldn't be a big deal, so what if people see me then recognize me later at the tournament? Besides, I doubt anyone would care I'm there before the tournament starts and I start grabbing attention." Besides, I would be back in a few hours, no harm, no foul.
I already have the calculations stored for this world, it's just a matter of eyeing where I want to end up with a long-range portal like this. Despite what one may think I don't just will it to open where I 'want' to go, there are a lot of variables to consider if I hadn't already established the place as a 'go to' by being there before.
That's not to say I can't just pop in places I've never been before, but it takes a bit more precision to accurately appear.
"Well, here we go." I slashed open a portal and walked through.
"Wow." I couldn't help but blurt out, standing on the side of a cliff as I overlooked the aforementioned Mistral.
It was gorgeous.
A large city built into the side of a mountain. The architecture was reminiscent of eastern designs, but I could also see some Greek and roman added in.
"This alone made the trip worth it." I took out my scroll and started snapping pictures. "Can't wait to show these off when I go back home."
Descending the little cliff I was on, it wasn't particularly difficult to make my way in the city, and boy was it bustling with activity.
The place was clearly in celebration mode. Posters everywhere, decorations up and about, I also saw promotions for certain competitors.
Guess this would be considered one of those home field advantages.
"Wow, even the food is similar." I muttered, walking past a Ramen stand.
[It's surprising how much some of the stuff here mirrors a world entirely different from theirs.]
"An infinite universe, applied to the greater multiverse." I shrugged. There was the theory that the collective unconscious of humanity permeated beyond just the cluster of Earth's that Alaya was personified in. Sort of like an unconscious psychic connection that humanity had with its counterparts across dimensions. Whether it was true or not was anyone's guess, but something seemed to connect humanity as a greater whole.
[Anything that can be imagined is happening somewhere at some time?]
"Pretty much." I nodded. "Creation is full of wonderful and unimaginable things, this is mundane by comparison." Not that it wasn't interesting.
Ooh.
I paused, looking at someone handing out fliers. "Can I have one?" I walked up to the kid who looked to be around 17 to 18.
"We're doing tours from 12:00 to 3:00." He handed me the paper.
Reading it over, I couldn't help but have my lips curl up in a smile.
The academy here – Haven Academy, was doing tours. Perhaps in an attempt to bring in talent from other kingdoms?
I was actually quite interested in one of these supposed 'Huntsman Academies'. I pulled out my scroll and checked the time.
"Should have a couple more hours, but I guess I'll head there now and maybe grab a bite to eat afterwards." I spoke quietly to myself, looking up to the peak of the city where I saw the Academy towering over everything.
The flier said to just head up and I would be welcomed.
It was a nice little walk through the city, the hike up top did briefly give me some flashbacks to the land of shadows and that despicable mountain I climbed, but otherwise, it was still a very beautiful scene.
And I wasn't the only person making the little trek. Of course, I could see there were other avenues to approach, a road that winded down the little peak that vehicles were driving down. I even saw a Bullhead fly up and land on a platform especially for aircraft.
But I chose just to take the stairs.
And boy were there a lot of them.
Thankfully, I was more than accustomed to something of this level. Frankly, it didn't even match my morning routine.
And it was amusing to see all the other guests going up and down, it was quite lively.
"Right this way, the next tour will begin shorts, if you could all gather in the Grand Hall." A women shouted at the entrance of the gate, perhaps a teacher judging by her age.
She ushered everyone forwards towards a large building.
Great Hall was probably an apt name, it was very grandiose. The whole school was very well designed, the just little peaks I took around the area made for a very flattering picture for the academy as a whole.
I followed a few more heads inside, children and adults looking around with wonder. I couldn't help but feel something similar. While I wasn't as in 'awe' due to the nature of the academy, I was more so appreciating the whole thing as an outsider to this world.
I walked around a bit, admiring everything until my eyes fell on a large statute that decorated the center of the hall.
Something pulled on my attention.
I walked over, placing my hand on it and I felt the faintest feeling of magical energy. Which wasn't too strange considering the nature of the Dust here, but this thing didn't look like it had any contact with dust….
"Alright, everyone we're about to begin the next tour!" A peppy voice boomed over the building, drawing everyone's attention.
I glanced back at the statue and hesitantly wove an illusion over myself, watching everyone file out of the building.
[You think something is here?]
"Call it instinct." I replied, undoing my little illusion as everyone left. "Maybe it's nothing, but a mystery is fun to explore."
I put my hand back on the statue, pulsing magical energy into it. No immediate reaction but I was mildly surprised to find out that the thing was an elevator.
Taking another look around, and seeing the place empty, swiped Mirage again, appearing out under the thing in the elevator's shaft as I started to fall a long distance down.
My wings unfurled to catch myself, landing quietly at the base near a large lake. The platform I landed on was basically connected to a large rock with big tree growing out of it, I looked up the elevator shaft to see the whole thing surrounded by a large cavern.
I must have been way under the city at this point.
"Fascinating." I mumbled, taking in my surroundings. " The magical energy here is much more concentrated."
[This place gives a strange feeling.]
"Yeah, something is here." I took a step forward on the platform I found myself on. At the other end, there was a strange orange door. The platform underneath me began to light up, illuminating the whole area. I approached the door, and was surprised to see it not connected to anything, merely sitting perfectly on that location.
I poked it, prodded it, and nothing happened.
"Interesting." I tapped my chin.
[what did you discover?]
"I think this leads to another realm, or another sub dimension. The feeling is similar to that Dimension Lost Sacred Gear." I hummed.
[Can't you break into it then?]
"Of course, I just wanted to examine it first." I replied. "It's not every day I can inspect sub spaces created through magical means." The amount of magical energy rolling off this thing, it was clear where its origin lay.
I took out Zelretch's trusty notebook and began to take a few notes, snapping a picture for future reference. "The old man would probably find this interesting too. He didn't see any magical sources from his own peeks here."
"Welp, here we go." I placed my hand on the 'gateway'. It didn't seem to want to budge. "Arrogant little thing." I muttered. There appeared to be a sort of magical 'locking' mechanism placed, trying to stop me from forcibly activating it.
I pulled on the Kaleidoscope, overlaying the coordinates for the dimension ontop of the door, basically bypassing any seals or locks the creator put on it. Essentially, I used the door as a reference to open a window.
Could I have just blown through the locks? Sure, but I didn't know what was on the other side and didn't want to be responsible for any kind of catastrophe.
The door began to swirl with the familiar iridescent colors I was used to at this point. I smugly walked through the portal, getting hit by the dry air of a desert, sand basically floating in the air.
[This is amazing.] Ddraig looked awed by what we saw. [An entire desert inside this place?]
I shared similar thoughts. "This would not have been easy to create by the average mage." I couldn't help but admire how thoroughly this sub dimension was anchored to the real world. It was not at all breaking apart, nor was it unsteady in the slightest. "I am genuinely impressed, the person who made this must have been a genius. This place would easily be able to last for another thousand years without any interference." Probably more than that, but it was my conservative guess. Hell, it would probably survive until the end of this planet for good.
[So, you going to check that thing out?]
I stopped my admiring, turning towards the 'thing' he was referring to.
There was a stone pedestal off to the side, and a very particular object ontop of it. Adorned with gold and a glowing blue glass center.
Walking over to it, there seemed to be no traps of anything. I suppose the creator of this place assumed no one could get inside without his 'permission'?
"Looks like….a lantern—a lamp of some sort?" I touched it gently, only to blink in confusion. "This is not a normal magical item." Yeah, no way was this just a mystic code or something similar. "What do you think, Ddraig?"
[Divine.] He said simply.
"You think this thing is divine in origin?" I gently placed my hand on it again. "Honestly, it doesn't give me that overbearing feeling a divine construct would, but then again, Dawnbreaker is also divine in origin, even it was meant for mortal hands." Perhaps this was similar then?
I pulsed my magical energy inside of it and was hit with immediate resistance, actually, it felt like something looked back at me.
I reeled back in surprise as the object began to glow bright. A visible magical phenomenon occurred where magical energy exploded out.
A woman appeared, floating above the lamp. Gold chains rattled on her limbs, blue skin drew my attention, but most importantly.
"Why are you naked?" I couldn't help but ask the floating woman.
Seemingly ignoring my question, she looked down at me with the most confused face I've ever seen. "Who are you? How have I never seen you before?"
— Bald kommt ein neues Kapitel — Schreiben Sie eine Rezension
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
-- Power-
Rangliste 
-- Power-
Stein