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Pssht, no matter what the other options are, a free-to-try dragon-free option’s available right here in Japan. I can totally talk a little girl Witch into getting me to the moon, yup! It has nothing to do with seeing my girlfriend. But more importantly than any potential personal considerations, this option offers the opportunity to get better intelligence on Lunastaroth straight from a full fledged Witch. Hyougo may have met him, or heard better information about him from other Wizards. And if that info’s warped by a childish perspective... well, it’s still a damned sight better than what I have now.
“Think I’ll go with the Witch path.”
>[Einrik]”Well, I wish you the best of luck with that. She’s a Witch I have not personally met, so I can’t offer you any advice on how to approach her.”
“I’lll make do, I’m sure. Thanks for helping me spitball this.”
>[Einrik]”Any time.”
*click*
“So, SB: can you get a shadow near Hyougo’s lodgings?”
>[SB]”Depends. How near do you need?”
“Near enough I can get to her in short order. I do have a deadline, here.”
>[SB]”...Then I can place you off of route 333 in Hokkaido. It’s not on her personal territory, but close enough (and isolated enough) that some magical mobility should get you to her demesne swiftly.”
“Sounds good then. Any ti-”
[DISCONTINUITY]
“-me... okay, guess I’m there.”
>[SB]”Did the highway and mountains give it away?”
“Be fair, I was already on a mountain so that second part’s hardly a cha-”
>[SB]”If you want to quibble do it with someone else. Now, I’m going to be unavailable for a while; Dark politics thing, don’t bother asking.”
“Such a secretive brother I have.”
>[SB]”One of us has to be.”
I blink my way free of the personal conversation as Hummingbird manifests from my shoulder, rejoining me post-Og ‘porting with a keen and discerning eye roving over our surroundings.
>[HB]“Hm. A large amount of flora, but little of it palatable. A shame. Will you need guidance to your target, Giant?”
“I don't think I'll need directions, actually – or at least not yet. I'm going to go with Hyougo for now, and if that doesn't turn anything up... the Rainbow Road looks like a palatable option, although I wouldn't mind stealing a rocket. I might end up doing that on the way back anyway.”
... and I'll get the chance to score some more Answers, per Ogrimir's promise
>[HB]”Rockets... pah. The childish attempts of Giants to breach the realm of the avian master race. If you must persist in obsessing over such lackluster toys, that is your right, though personally I cannot fathom why you would not wish to travel the path of warriors that Einherjar employ.”
“Eh. Reasonably certain, on reflection, that I wouldn’t get squat out of offing Spirit Einherjar golem bodies, so it’d be a goodly bit of work without much payoff. Far better if I can take my ride with me when I’m done, you know?”
>[HB]”No, I wouldn’t: I’ve never been without the greatest of rides-”
“I’m just going to interrupt before you give me too good of a line to work with; you’re a phenomenal flier Hummingbird, I get it.”
>[HB]”...So long as you are aware.”
The way he huffily ruffles his diminutive plumage is adorable and I am never telling him that.
>[SB]”I admit to being surprised you even remembered that detail, Armas.”
I can’t help but smirk at that.
“Oh yeah, that's right, I didn’t give you a chance to call me an ignorant idiot there, did I-my bad. Let’s see... *ahem* Wow brother, that’s amazing-I totally didn’t think about that! Well that makes that particular option rather more unappealing. So Hyougo's a-go, unless she's not, in which case I'll just have to find a rocket or something... they have a space program here, right?”
>[SB]”Sake has informed me there’s a facility that would meet your needs in Tanegashima.”
The Allview pings my soul as SB places a marker on the world map for personal reference.
“Great-well, I’ve got a place to go if the Hyougo route doesn’t work. Now then...”
So, I learn something pretty handy while Strongly jumping about, Hummer’s Momentum throwing my form this way and that as I follow Soul Sensing and Magic Item Detection. Specifically, I learn that while Witches and Wizards can elect to hide themselves, that is not the norm, and that Hyougo’s mere presence has been enough to turn one entire farm’s land into a massive Siedis bedecked in thousands of vigilant Land Gods, scores of them more magically potent than yours truly. It’s rather interesting that I couldn’t really grasp the sheer potency present here, and I wonder if perhaps...
Indeed, on referencing against the Allview in realtime, I find a considerable discrepancy between the remotely perceivable level of magic, and what I can feel ‘on the ground’, as it were. Still, there’s no questioning this is the place I sought. So feeling rather confident in my pre-dawn analysis, I touch down outside what’s sure to be the Hanmaki farm and see a pair of people (mundanes, specifically) just exiting a rather modest-looking wood house, completely oblivious to the spiritual entities parting like water before them.
One of the two, a stoop-backed woman with a gentle smile, waves a hand on seeing a stranger just outside the property-she has rather keen eyes. She bumps an elbow against her partner, and both of them begin toddling down to the gate that I patiently wait outside of. I assume they think I’m being polite, but mostly it’s that there’s no way I’m just going to intrude into the territory of so many Land Gods when a little patience will work. There are limits to my impulsiveness, after all.
>[Woman](In Japanese)”Oh... good morning! May I ask your name?”
(In Japanese)”Armas Laine, at your service.”
>[Woman]”Hanmaki Haruno-”
>[Man]”And Hanmaki Jinbe. May we ask why you’re visiting?”
“Absolutely. It’s my understanding your daughter is something of an expert in certain circles, and I’d like to confer with her, if she’s willing.”
>[Haruno]”We can certainly ask her if she’s amenable to that.”
>[Jinbe]”I apologize for the rudeness, but would you mind waiting here? It is very early after all.”
Given the gatewatching spirits present alongside them?
“I understand completely. I’d be happy to wait here and admire your lovely farm.”
>[Jinbe]”Oh, it is just a small family farm. But we will hurry back with your answer.”
Japanese sensibilities satisfied, he and Haruno head back up the driveway.
I occupy myself giving a charming smile to the masses of Land Gods, their forms varying from fiery foo dogs to lightning clad raijū wolves with all manner of beast between. If Sake were here, I’ve no doubt he’d ramble on and list off every single variety of spirit present. As is, I just indulge in a liberal helping of Soul Sensing, cataloging the common traits I see amidst their number that bear future consideration. Never know when I might need to forcibly unbind a Land God, after all.
It’s not long before the wife Haruno returns, with what can only be Kitsune dancing and gamboling about her feet, the little multi-tailed furballs so sickeningly cute they have to be a toy breed or... something.
>[Haruno]”Our daughter would be happy to receive you in the foyer, Mr. Laine. Would you follow me?”
I regard the... the standing down cadre of supercharged spirits, disarmed by the Witch’s mother’s comment. They literally make way, waiting on either side of the driveway.
“But of course.”
I walk through the plain-looking pleasant farm, and reach the sliding door just behind Haruno-
And stare into what is clearly a Demiplane entrance, the house’s interior swapped out with what looks like a zen garden wrought by Escher on acid, and then scaled up twenty fold. Gravel paths neatly raked into perfect zen order craze and crawl through the air without the slightest regard for gravity, titanic rocks and surreal bonsai the size of normal trees catch at the eye, all arranged together into what I can only term a wildly imaginative rock garden. I follow Mrs. Hanmaki without hesitation as she trundles down the paths, and smirk as Allview and Soul Sensing alike go perfectly dark the moment I’m inside.
We walk up walls, along ceilings, down valleys and, rarely, on flatlands across twisting paths that crunch underfoot, watching as insects the size of pigeons flit lazily about, the flow of time itself seeming to vary depending on which fractal-inspired snarl of twisted space we currently occupy. I do my best to not get distracted from the path given the lack of railings along the open edges of the twisted reality. I’d rather not find out what happens if one ‘falls’. That said, I pay careful attention to what I can see. First and foremost, I see the familiar glitter of that gold beyond gold that denotes a Leprechaun's presence, the mercurial vagabonds scurrying about, each in conversation with one Japanese spirit or another. Out in the distance, in koi ponds stocked with whale-sized fish, I see water spirits dancing and singing, and in the skies that are not overhead, but within the snarled mass of twisted space I see thunder gods roaring their cases at one another, my own blood rumbling mutedly in resonance. All of this and more I see-
And still I focus most of all on the toddling old form before me. Hummingbird would not let me hear the end of it, if I lost my way.
Eventually, Haruno leads me up a set of branches wrought into natural stairs, and into a knothole atop one of the many engorged bonsai, and within....
I find a Japanese teen with bubblegum hair clicking away on her phone, and looking decidedly bored. She doesn’t look up as her mother ushers me into her realm.
>[Hyougo](In Japanese)”So. You’re that Armas Guy that found my Yōkai Shugo.”
(In Japanese)”That’s an accurate enough way to describe me.”
>[Hyougo]”So... what do you want?”
I can’t help but note she still hasn’t looked up from her phone-in fact, she’s rather pointedly ignoring me-which kind of defeats the impact of the brushoff. Ah, kids.
“Well, I wanted to say hi to the Witch my girlfriend works for-”
>[Hyougo]”I’m not giving her back-ah, yet, I mean yet.”
“Of course, of course. I understand that you’re going to need constant access to her while she learns her duties-to insure she provides service you feel comfortable attaching your name to.”
At that she looks up, a bit confused by my phrasing.
>[Hyougo]”I... yes, of course.”
“And so with that straightened out, I’d like to ask you about Lunastaroth, if you don’t mind.”
She rolls her eyes at that, slouching back down into her smartphone addiction.
>[Hyougo]”Pfft, that crazy old guy. What about him?”
“Well, I would love to hear your thoughts on what kind of Wizard he is.”
>[Hyougo]”I don’t know why you’d even care, he’s just some crusty old fart that doesn’t do anything that matters. He doesn’t even leave the moon, like, ever!”
“Is that so.”
>[Hyougo]”Yeah, he’s super-boring and just sits around being a butthead. He hosts parties for Wizards and Witches like, all the time, but it’s really lame things where it’s all these time-displaced Wizards, where multiple of the same person are right there, but they’re different, and some have power and some don’t... ugh, they talk about the dumbest stuff. Really dry, boring, lame and everything.”
“Does he happen to have non Wizard-only parties?”
>[Hyougo]”Hah, no. What he does do is just... watch the line. All those people that want to talk to him, laughing the moment anything happens... honestly? I think he’s gone nuts up there-or maybe he was always wacko, I dunno. Doesn’t really matter to me.”
“Are there particular types of things a person in the line can do that are particularly entertaining to him?”
>[Hyougo]”Yeah, he really likes it when people in the line horrify and terrify the others, instead of starting fights-when people run screaming from the line that’s like, his favorite thing. Real sicko, right?”
“He certainly sounds eccentric, to be sure. If you don’t mind me asking, how are things now that things are hopefully settling back down?”
At that she finally meets my eyes and very nearly cares enough to smile, before a tweenish obsession with being ‘cool’ makes her look bored again.
>[Hyougo]”Okay I guess; I mean, no one’s trying to start trouble now, and it’s not hectic or anything, so that’s good.”
“Happy to hear it. Is Lyubov working out for you?”
Her eyes spark a bit at that.
>[Hyougo]”Yeah, she’s great! ...I mean...”
...
Two hours later, after liberal attempts to activate an unreachable magical sense for diplomatic wordplay and being stopped cold in the Witch’s realm, I find an indulged teen’s bossy whims, for the moment, unbreachable. I can neither see Lyubov, or get a free trip to the moon. But that’s fine; I got an insider look at Lunastaroth’s behavior, and critical hints at how to attract his attention that I wouldn’t have otherwise have had access to. Completely worth a couple hours, given the high stakes of the mission.
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Welp. Witch way’s out... but hey, that’s why I decided on back-up plans. I wrangle up Big Crazy and Sake on a conference call, and feel SB listening in on the side.
>[Sake]”Man what is it, gonna rub it in my face again that you’re in japan and I’m not?[code]”
>[BC]”And I’m not sure why I’m on the line here.”
“Answer to both: I’m going to space, and I want to commandeer a Japanese Rocket and maybe ensoul it-I need directions on where to go in Japan-”
>[Sake]”[code]Tanagashima down in the South Islands-”
“Thank you Sake-and I happen to need someone that has the slightest idea about astronautical matters, since I imagine pure magic would only go so far. Big Crazy, know anyone?”
>[BC]”...You magnificent bastard, you remember that?”
“You drunkenly confiding that you tried to be an Astronaut before you learned they auto-reject the magical? Yep.”
>[BC]”So, how am I gonna get there, then?”
“SB, feel free to chime in here.”
>“I already have a shadow ten kilometers from the launch facility Sake mentioned, and can ‘port both of you to location.”
>[BC]”Wait is that safe for non-Armas people or-”
“Oh it’s fine, don’t worry about it-Bro, hit it.”
>[BC]”Hold -”
[DISCONTINUITY]
>[BC]”-on... dammit. I hadn’t even packed anything.”
“All the more reason to show off the cool new hydra magic you got then, right? Anyway let’s go.”
>[BC]”So we’re just breaking in?”
“What, noooo... I’m talking my way in and convincing them we belong with some potent persuasion. Then, we’re commandeering a rocket and we’ll be out of here before they know it.”
>[BC]”Seriously, you think that’ll work, just... wing it?”
“Well, they obviously have a rocket on the tarmac right now, so what’s really stopping us? Are magical guards going to pop out or something, huh?”
>[BC]”This is such a bad idea; it’s not gonna work!”
“Bet you ten bucks it will.”
>[BC]”You’re on.”
[TWENTY SEVEN MINUTES LATER, IN THE PRESSURIZED POD OF A CARGO ROCKET WITH NO LESS THAN ELEVEN UNCONSCIOUS GUARDS IN OUR WAKE]
>[BC]”Christ-”
“Ten bucks.”
>[BC]”We just-”
“Nope, get that money and pipe down while I install a better OS.”
And with that, I get to dumping every single bit of Soul Energy I can produce in raw venting, shaping the flow and holding it fast in the purpose built orbital vessel. Cannibalistic Divine Magic floods and seeps into every nook and cranny, more and more as I swiftly build the vessel to thrice my own soul’s size-
And throw a Binding on it right after performing a brute force mimickry of the general principles of a Familiar Binding. It’s not exactly a clean job, but working with my own magical essence makes cleanup of the inevitable mistakes a thing of mere effort, not challenge. I’ve stabilized everything and are ready to script the Bind’s command within fifteen seconds of having begun.
>[BC]”Armas-”
“Not now.”
>[BC]”Look I get it impressive-ass Godling domination magic and all but the alarms are going now-”
“Well, that just means I can’t dawdle.”
I return to my labors, double and triple-checking the spiritual energy suffusing the ship, the vessel’s collective form, rocket engines, fuel tanks, stages, and orbital module all tied into a coherent spiritual mass. This is all one body, albeit one designed to fall to pieces and be reunited. With the soul’s structure and subservient spectral position confirmed, I place the binding that I know is going to make this fun down the line.
WILL BE AN OBEDIENT MISSILE THAT SERVES ITS CREATOR ARMAS IN ALL REQUESTED WAYS WITH LOYALTY
It’s a long Bind, but thanks to the facts that it’s the same spiritual energy as the soul it binds, and that both were created by your’s truly, I’m able to slot what would normally be a dangerously clunky binding into a smooth fit, spiritually speaking. I find it hilarious I’m at the point I can MacGuvyer up ensouling a spaceship but still have absolutely no form of sophistication or elegance to my grasp of terminology and esoterics for my magical ‘arts’. They are merely tools I use and use with familiarity and a rough competence. And funnily enough, that’s okay, so long as I get to keep playing with them.
-Right, distracted-okay, the binding... still holding, good no fluctuations, I can bulk the soul larger now that I’ve confirmed the dominance while I build a basic interface... okay, let’s go with a Kudoku bug based system, real simple and I know how to uninstall it if I have to without collapsing the soul-it’ll do for a maiden voyage.
>[BC]”Armas-”
“Just handle it man I need a bit more!”
Even with accelerated thought it’s just not quite enough running through all the minutia-there’s so much power I can pump into this thing, but every jolt has to be evenly spread, meshed with what’s there. When adding more, I have to ensure it doesn’t disrupt the tenuous balance that needs time to stabilize... and that demand makes this exceptionally labor intensive.
...pretty sure I hear people shouting-well that’s not good, they’ll need to-
>[SB]Focus on the ship I’ll handle the civilians.
Right. Okay. Four times my energy. A little more. Five times... careful... by six times my energy, I’m starting to lose track of how to weave this all together and the binding’s starting to look loose-
>[BC]”ARMAS!”
I snap my eyes open: the work is as good as I’m gonna get it.
“And...”
I give a spiritual prod to the now wholly living, by magical standards, rocket in which we reside... and with a pleasing rumble, engines sputter to life without a whit of input on the controls. Both Big Crazy and I ignore the abrupt gravitic pressures on us as the solid fuel boosters kick in, taking the ride in stride. Even better, the diagnostic terminal screen one of the technicians forgot (still hooked up to a data jack in the cargo section’s less-than-roomy pressure module) sports a smiley face as the vessel quakes.
>[BC]”The people outside-”
>[SB]”Taken care of. And I destroyed the footage of you. The fallout from this will be magical if anything. Best of luck on the trip.”
I ignore the sarcastic comment as Big Crazy pulls the hatch shut, looking a bit befuddled.
>[BC]”So...”
“Yes?”
>[BC]”I can’t help but notice we don’t have space suits.”
“Why, do you need one?”
>[BC]”Breathing is something people generally need to do, and vacuum’s not exactly healthy.”
“Psh. So we have to suck it up for some pain and regenerate for a while, big whoop. Or are you telling me a hydra can’t handle asphyxiation?”
>[BC]”....I did not think to test that one.”
“Oh. Well... guess we’ll find out then.”
>[BC]”SO not how I saw myself going to space.”
“Just run with it-and if you happen to have any Familiar based fleshcrafting tricks that’d help when we reach the moon, well... now would be the time.”
>[BC]”Just so it’s on the record...”
“Yeah?”
>[BC]”You’re a total dick.”
“You could have gotten ready before agreeing-”
>[BC]”Oh, like it’s fair to teleport someone mid-conversation!”
“It wasn’t mid, so much as... during a transitional period.”
>[BC]”Totally a dick.”
“Ah come on-you’re more happy you’re here than mad.”
>[BC]”[Native American Silence]”
“Oh come on, you know I know you’re happier than mad. I can totally see your soul and you know that.”
>[BC]”FINE, ridiculous methods or no I’m still happy, even with the ‘complications’.”
“There, was that so hard?”
>[BC]”Prick.”
“You’re using a lot of phallic terminology; are you asking for tutelage in the great and noble art of Phallomancy?”
>[BC]”Wh-”
“I assure you that it’s unlikely you will find a more prodigal teacher than I. Perhaps Familiar-control via the penis?”
>[BC]”Man w-”
“Or maybe you could be quiet, and I can properly Name my sort-of-alive rocket.”
While I have all sorts of ideas, only one of them matters, because I also thought of “Kim Jung Boom” and internally designate it as a female name. And just like that-
“Hello Kim Jung Boom.”
>[BC]”Seriously man what is up with y-”
The computers squawk and gargle, the din combining into the parody of a human voice.
>[KJB]”HELLO ALL IMPORTANT CREATOR.”
>[BC]”....Oh hell no, you just made it-”
“Now now Big, that’s no way to talk to Miss Boom here. How are you Boom?”
>[KJB]”PLEASED TO NOW EXIST SO THAT I MAY SERVE THE CREATOR.”
>[BC]”Are you kidding...”
“Excellent-SO, if you’ll fly us to Lunastaroth’s part of the moon-”
>[KJB]”THIS WOEFUL CREATION LACKS THE CAPACITY TO DETECT SUCH A THING!”
I glance at Big with consternation as I slap a fist in my palm, eying the passing clouds out the window.
“Knew I’d probably forgotten something-one second...
A bit of spiritual fiddling cribbing off my own spiritual senses, and-
“Aaaand how about now?”
>[KJB]”THIS CRAFT CAN SERVE IT’S CREATOR AND FEELS FULFILLED IN THE CAPACITY TO BE USEFUL.”
>[BC]”I can’t believe I’m not recording this.”
“I know, it’d make great footage!”
>[BC]”[Texan Silence]”
...
MONDAY, MARCH 21st, 2011
PERSONAL FUNDS: $7,936,660.00
BUSINESS FUNDS: $8,842,094.00
CASH: $0.00
SHADOW PATIENCE: 35%
WINTER ENERGY: 163
SUMMER ENERGY: 61/61
Kim Jung Boom, the magically manhandled previously Japanese cargo rocket comes about over a section of the Moon’s dark side... and I see a spiritual signature-scratch that. Shittons of them.
>[BC]”...Giants, Leprechauns, Elves, Liches... yes, that’s... quite a line, there. What’s the plan, here?”
Well that is a good question, especially given I’ve detected that not only am I regenerating magic more slowly now, but that Kim Jung Boom, bless her metal heart, is decaying fast. She has at most a day’s worth of magic in her!
What’s my plan?
[FOLLOW RULES] “Well duh, we fly Miss Boom here on up to the line, form an orderly queue...”
[BOLD] “Well, I was thinking of crashing Miss Boom into the front of the line, you know, some pizzazz for the entrance to get the Wizard’s attention...”
[DESTRUCTIVE]”I bet if I siphon all the magic out of Miss Boom here I’d have enough to blow a goodly sized hole in the moon-that’d help, don’t you think?”
[DECEPTIVE]”We’ll just go to the front of the line and say we were invited-I can totally sell that.”
[DISGUSTING]”Well, I had a tip that he likes spectacles...” (Write it in)
[CUSTOM] (Write it in, bucko)
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