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[Silja Boogie]
Well-I should focus on something rather important that's been stalling out for one reason of another again and again: Silja's resurrection. And it's right now, in the wee hours of the morning, just before a dose of Brain Coffee that I realize I never really discussed the plan with Silja herself. She's a gentle soul-if I don't want to be a flagrant dick about this, I'll need to avoid abrasive and blunt phrasing. Let's see…
After putting on some pajamas, I split my palm open with a shallow slice and rub a thin layer of my blood on each side of Këihas' bayonet, laying the unwounded hand on the rifle's side.
"Hey Silja."
>[Silja]"Armas, hello! …Oh, that's a nice sunrise outside, isn't it?"
I glance out the window, noting the gentle amber and mauve glow on the clouds.
"Yes, it is at that."
>[Silja]"…I get the feeling there was something you wanted to talk to me about."
"Got it in one Silja: I've got a rather major update for you about your reincarnation, if you've got a moment."
The rifle in my hand shivers in a way I've come to recognize as laughter.
>[Silja]"I think you have my attention, yes-what is it?"
"Well, I've got pretty much an ideal source of material to see you regenerate. We're ready to go… and while I could explain the specifcs, the method itself is a bit gruesome sounding, even if the end results are fine, so if possible I'd rather avoid simply disturbing you."
>[Silja]"…Oh. Well. …Is it okay if I ask a few questions about it, without you telling me the whole thing?"
"Of course, fire away."
>[Silja]"Do you need to kill anyone to do it?"
"Nope."
>[Silja]"Oh…. how about cripple or curse?"
"No and no-it's just temporary unpleasantness."
>[Silja]"Then… then I suppose I can live with not knowing."
The rifle in my hand begins to twist about.
>[Silja]"So! How… how far along reincarnation will this get me?"
"I'm hopeful it can get you the whole way-"
>[Silja]"Eeee!"
"-BUT I can't promise that so don't count on it working perfectly, okay?"
The rifle seems to both wilt and… become huffy in my hands.
>[Silja]"Fiiine, Armas."
All right-she's on boad, now it's time to get this under way.
I find which room the Siren's currently in, collect her, Gianni, Dávgon and Sake. I give everyone involved a quick recap of what the goal is, and feel out how they best think they could work together. Turns out my gut was right: Having Gianni sustain the head so brain death never occurs, Sake regenerate the siren post-body seperation with a rubbing, and Dávgon to Bind the soulmatter within the siren's seperated body to be edible only by Silja to optimize it's magical yield. …Okay I lied-Dávgon surprised me with that last one, and again reminds me why soul binding is awesome.
And that's just what we do as the world around us goes about their lives: We take a room deep in the mansion, we set the Siren up in an enforced coma state-and get to work. Eighteen times, we cut off her head. Eighteen times, Gianni keeps her mind and soul within her skull preserved while Sake regenerates her. Eighteen times, Dávgon engorges the spiritual energy of the flesh we're feeding her-and thirty six times, I act as a conduit for human effort, letting my magic learn from their efforts. In the end, We feed Silja for scarcely an hour before Sake runs out of healing charges, and we call it a day. Gianni and Dávgon get back to their work on the golem and bringing it together into a (mostly) working first-run prototype-and I look at Silja.
The efforts leveraged on her have most certainly had results, and… I don't know that I can use her in combat anymore.
Her forestock ribcage has sprouted skeletal arms, and the pelvis stock has similarly grown legs, all the limbs fetally curled up-but all of it already laden with whisps of tendon and ligament tying everything together. Her spinal ribbing along the barrel's now fully covered in muscle-and I see hints of nerves tracing out through her system. As it is, she's doubled in bulk-and I don't doubt at this rate we'll have her good to go soon enough.
I grab hold of Këihas and speak.
"So-like I thought, not perfect news. It's working, but we're going to need to repeat the process a few more times to finish this. Hopefully we'll be done soon-I'm guessing something like a week, maybe two."
>[Silja]"I think I can wait-but…."
"Yes?"
>[Silja]"If you're repeating the process, does it still not hurt anyone in the long-term?"
"It doesn't."
>[Silja]"Then… then it's okay! Thanks Armas!"
"Oh-we aren't QUITE done yet: I got one more thing to give you for reincarnation, but I have to get it. Back in a bit."
After a brief sojourn to the sewers and a meet with Sometimes Merchant, I once again trade away one week's supply of hearts for 200 more kilograms of female winter magic flesh, and on returning to the room feed Silja again. Her arm and leg protrusions develop extremities, and the muscle spreads over more of the system. It's not a massive change-but it definitely sped the process up.
"Okay-NOW, that's all I can give you for the day."
>[Silja]"Oh, it's going to be so nice to have a body again…"
[Siren's Silence]
After I replace the rifle in my room, I return to the chamber and speak to the insensate Siren.
"Wake up, Stacey."
With a gasp she sits up, suddenly awake.
…That IS a good binding.
>[Stacey]"I… yes?"
"Thank you for your help today."
>[Stacey]"That… was it?"
"What was it?"
>[Stacey]"I… I'm not really sure. I can't tell if they were dreams or not. …Did you harvest my flesh by cutting off my body and regenerating me?"
"I did. Did it cause you pain?"
>[Stacey]"No…"
"You sound hesitant: Is there an alternative harvesting method you'd prefer?"
>[Stacey]"I-no, that's not it. …Is there anything more you need from me today?"
"That will be all. Feel free to wander the mansion as you will-oh, and when you feel hungry just let Amen know, he'll make sure you are fed."
And you'll feed her only things that don't impinge on prior rules presented, won't harm her, and won't ostracize her from my workforce, is that understood?
>[Amen]"It is, it is, it is-this one understands quite well."
The Siren watches me leave, and I decide I'm about 70% sure that behind her confusion and torpor I did leave her with a more positive impression of me going off her soul.
After that encounter I seek out Satai, and have a chat with him. I get a breakdown of how thorough Stacey's binding is, and learn that effectively, anyone I-or Satai now-order her to obey, she will not just obey the commands of, but obey indirect suggestions. For example: When Satai fed her a cookie and verbally estimated it would make her feel better, her binding compelled her to feel better to meet that expectation. Such a pervasive binding can certainly be useful-but it's critical I remember it will interpret as many things spoken as orders as is possible. I also learn she's familiar with most of the general flow of aquatic and, to a lesser extent, seafaring flying magical communities, and how they generally function and interact. If I want to get broad-spectrum information about either, I should probably ask her.
[Inane Ideas]
With that done, I keep up my tradition of using the morning for me-time whenever I can, and decide to poll my selves and advisors on a few ideas I've got rumbling around.
“I have an idea I want to run by you guys-Shadowbro, you in particular. …Okay, several, actually, so please hear me out. I want to try voluntarily pushing my soul out of my body, and then letting my Romanov ability trip so my winter energy is used to build me a new one. So, I build a new body with the Romanov ability, and then I voluntarily push my soul out of the new body and hook myself back up to this body.”
>"Even assuming that you can mimic Gleb’s trick so that you can get your soul entirely out of your body before the Romanov function tripped, you’d still suffer a significant amount of spiritual damage. And then you’d just have a spare body that’s essentially dead flesh."
“Flesh that I could use for projects, like-“
>"I know where you’re going with this, and it’s not safe for Silja. Feeding her flesh that’s gone through a fleshcrafter treatment to be female won’t work well. The soul bits associated with the corpus will still be heavily male. For this to work the way you intend, you’d need to be a woman for a significant period of time first, or you’d need to be able to sculpt the very subtle changes to your soul that constitute the meta-pattern of a female identity."
“What do you mean ‘very subtle’ though? Lyubov and Camella are the two women I’ve studied best and they’ve both got souls that feel feminine.“
>"There are hints and suggestions to their gender on their souls, especially if you look at the self-images they have of themselves, but can you point out a single structure anywhere on either of their souls that is specifically built to be ‘female’?"
I consider Shadowbro’s point.
“Well, now that you mention it, no. Just that their femininity is part of their soul.”
>"Gender identity is, essentially, a large number of belief tweaks to all aspects of a soul. The body and mind influence those tweaks, but there are no gender-specific structures on a soul. It is essentially a corruption of the soul from its default state. Remember that Belief plays into gender role in people. Most cultures clearly have one set of expectations for men and another for women."
>[HB] “Sir Shadow, I understand manliness to be a concept akin to my natural splendor. You say such is belief-based. Does that mean a paragon of manliness will possess a divine aspect?”
>"It’s external belief-pressure that shapes the soul, not an internalization of belief to power the effect. Barring extremes, no matter how manly a man may be, or however splendid a bird may be, he won’t spontaneously become divine from it. That said, I suppose edge cases are possible. In your case though it’s a moot point, you’ve got divine corruption from being connected to Armas."
“Right. So, I’d need to have enough skill to be able to re-shape the soul bits left in my spare body to be feminine, and I’d have to do it completely enough that Silja wouldn’t have any more trouble than she’s already going to have from her previous male meals.”
>"That, or live as woman in the spare body long enough that you identify as female down to your soul. Incidentally, I had expected you to figure this all out on your own. You had all the pieces. Didn’t it strike you as weird that there was no gender-specific structures on any of the souls you’ve looked at?"
“Anyway, that’s not my only idea for what I could do with a spare body. I know my flesh is delicious, and that we still need an ‘in’ with Whaitiri.”
>"No, don’t go there. Offering personal flesh to gods is fraught with all sorts of belief, and most of it amounts to being a good servant for the god in question. That’s not the relationship we want."
>[IT]"Paradoxically, offering just soul slivers doesn’t have much of any sort of belief associated with it. Humans have a lot of rituals built on flesh, but not nearly so many based on soul. It's a detail I've always found fascinatingly contrary about your race, and why I've enjoyed my service to Rabbit, such as it is."
“I was planning on stripping the flesh and magic in it of my identity.”
>"Which would just insult her, instead of make you her devoted servant."
“Alright, what about if we built a protosoul-seed for it and made it possessable by you?”
>"I know you like having a body, and all the urges and sexual escapades that go with it, but I’m content to be me. At best it would be highly situational. I just don’t think that the risk represented by having a possession-ready copy of your body available to be stolen is outweighed by the utility of giving me access to soul manipulation powers. And, as an aside, it would completely spoil the experiment we’ve been running with divergent education."
“What if we made it so my soul occupied it and my current body simultaneously?”
>"How?"
“I don’t know. Isn’t my soul connected to the NeverNever through you? Isn’t the Dark connected to everything? I know you can do teleporting through it, seems to me there should be something to work with here.”
>"You’re suggesting using me to coordinate simultaneous connections between elements of a multi-body soul, making the connection through the Dark. That’s risky-no, that's not adequate verbiage for the scale of risk involved. That's absurdly dangerous. An experienced member of the dark could break the connection between me and one of the satellite bodies without outright killing me or you. And then we’d be in the situation of having a competitor who is you."
“Would binding it to the company heart work for stopping that problem?”
>"That depends entirely on how the heart is made. You really need to start thinking through your ideas."
“Yeah, but new ones are just so fun. How about this then: what if we used it to craft magic servitors?”
>"You don’t need to vacate your body for that. Gianni can teach you golemcraft, the normal, sane way instead of you killing yourself."
What’s with him? Why’s he copping an attitude now?
“Fine. One last idea. How about if I leave my original body in stasis and use the new body to adventure in. That way the brain I used to make my deals with Sometimes Merchant can’t ever be killed, even if I die.”
>"…"
>[IT]"There are a whole heap of problems with that, and I am going to have so much fun listening to your brother list them off."
>"I don’t think I can fully quantify them all without berating you, and I… don’t feel like doing that. It won’t make you any better, and it won’t make me feel any better. I’m going to go take care of other business."
And with that parting piece of discouraged sounding pragmatism, Shadowbro’s attention is elsewhere again.
>[HB]"Would not one’s brain be inactive, and so be considered to be dead, as soon as the connection to the soul were severed? Perchance all that need happen is for the seat of the mind to have no activity in it once, ever, and then ongoing transaction with the Sometimes Merchant would qualify to end?"
“That’s… logical.”
>[IT]"Should have kept my mouth shut, I think your brother reacted to what I said. Damnit, you need to be less boring. How about you wear me to bed tonight?"
“What possible interest could that hold for you?”
>[Iron Trick]"Seeing how Lyubov reacts would be the fun part."
>[HB]"It is, in a word, baffling. Neither of them even have proper cloacae."
“Alright, that’s enough, if you two want to chat about my sex life you’ll have to do it without me.”
>[Iron Trick]"You know you’re the only one who can hear me."
“Then I guess that’s the end of that conversation.”
Okay-not as rewarding as I'd hoped, but at least I now know that the multi-body idea, at least for now, just isn't happening.
[Puny Power Practice]
I spend three more hours on low-energy training by dint of cycling between the most aggressive overcharging and chakra-flushing exercises I can perform just to see if I can overwhelm my binding-derived magical regeneration. It's tricky, but I find a way to get around it and keep working on that zero-energy practice, looking for the payoff Einrik hinted at. This time, I'm going for Soul Sensing and Sphere Labyrinth, giving Reinforcement a break. In truth, a full hour of that time was spent just trying to keep myself low enough to do low-energy practice, a fact that fills me with no small amount of pride over the wellspring of power I've become. Near the end of the practice session, with my chakra's feeling out of sorts and no breakthrough presenting itself, I get on with my day proper at eleven AM.
I estimate I'll be back to full power in… an hour.
MAN, I love these preferentially edited magic regeneration bindings.
[Allview Ascertainment]
As my senses continue to buzz on and off with Einher ghosting through the outer reaches of my weakest but farthest reaching form of detection, I decide that I should have SB scout out each detected Einher, to see if I should engage-
>"No."
"No?"
>"No. The number of Einher pings that have been detected recently, in addition to the variable difficulty of tracking them as well as the risk of them being able to and inclined to harm shadows, I simply won't sink the time and take the risk just to make one aspect of your life marginally more automated and easy."
>[Sake]"Oh come on, stop being a wuss!"
>"You do it then."
>[Sake]"They could SEE me!"
>"And they couldn't see me? Difficulty being detected by conventional means does not equate to undetectable."
"FINE, find them with Allview then."
>"I'll devote up to one-minute, real-time, to finding each Einher. That equates to more than a day's effort on my part, relatively speaking-I would find it unlikely I'd find someone past looking for that long."
"Hey, that works for me. So-"
>"I'll tell you in a minute."
[Owner Obligations]
Seeing Camella coming through the front door, I slow her down and pull her aside.
>[Camella]"Armas-what's up?"
"Hey-can you tell the Owner I've made progress on that pet project he sort of assigned me?"
>[Camella]"That island thing right?"
"Yup."
>[Camella]"Sure-let me call him."
"Great-hey, you want to talk to Oggmum? I know, total curveball right now, but do you?"
Camella closes her eyes for a brief moment and I can see her wrestling her soul into retaining stillness when it wanted to be a tad more calamitous in reaction to that.
>[Camella]"…I think so, yes."
"Great-you call Owner, I'll call Oggmum."
Ten minutes later, I'm sitting pretty with an appointment for TUESDAY AT FOUR PM to see the Owner who very much so wants to discuss my findings, and Camella's got a consult for WEDNESDAY AT THREE PM with Oggmum, which I am obligated to be present for. Cool cool.
"Hey, thanks Camella."
>[Camella]"No problem-thanks to you too."
"Say Camella, how's the parrot working out?"
>[Camella]"It… won't stop randomly trying to make an ass of itself whenever I'm busy."
She looks at me like that's my fault somehow.
>[Camella]"Anyway, for now I'm keeping it in my room."
"Ahuh. Oh-how's Owner in bed?"
>[Camella]"Excuse me?"
"Well he's a Dragon-a Ruling Dragon, at that-and as such a masterful fleshcrafter. So I'm wondering what he's picked up over the years-he just good, or redefine the game for you?"
>[Camella]"I think I'll let you stew in your perverted little fantasies."
"Sounds good to me-nice talking, Camella."
>[Camella]"See you around."
[Phone Palaver]
After Camella leaves I start to get back into the swing of low-energy practice, feeling like I might have been onto something that morning-and get interrupted barely twenty minutes in. It's Hamlet Hanson, the undergrad that got a job at Holland and Holland. Seems he's absolutely in love with his new job, and eminently thankful for me providing him the opportunity to get looked at by such a company. It's nice to hear he's absolutely in love with the job, and I don't have to fake my interest when he promises to help me out whenever, wherever so long as it doesn't mess with his job or put him in danger.
With my phone still out, I decide I might as well get on with some other phone business I have: Specifically, Calling Baki Yamada, the masseuse with the Yakuza that I'm looking to meet with.
"Am I speaking to Baki?"
>[Baki]"…Who is this?"
"A Mr. Laine."
I can practically hear generic suspicion giving way to abrupt focus over the line.
>[Baki]"I see."
"I was wondering if there was time Sunday for a meeting to… discuss things."
>[Baki]"…Yes, time could be made. Be at my parlor at noon. Come alone-that's a request, not a condition."
"I see. And who will I be meeting?"
>[Baki]"People with things that they need to talk to you about, that's all that really matters."
"Very well. Until Sunday."
*CLICK*
And with that, I have an appointment for the weekend to keep me busy-I imagine a talk with Yakuza officials could take quite a chunk of the day, so I should probably write Sunday afternoon and evening off here and now.
With Baki's appointment made and my mind cycling along phone-centric thoughts, I decide to call up little Osto and see how the other magical Laine is doing. He picks up on the eighth ring, his voice groggy but clearly cognizant of who's calling.
>[Osto][In Finnish]"…Hello?"
[In Finnish]"Hey Osto. Happen to have any updates or accolades of note from your burgeoning career?"
I hear a sound not unlike a slap before Osto speaks with far more enthusiasm.
>[Osto]"Most definitely! Whoever told you was completely right-see, there's runes, and I don't understand them that much yet except one of them, but you can use them to command the Einher magic in your body!"
>"The child has my undivided attention."
>[HB]"Mastering his own power-how avian of a giant. I approve of his attempt to emulate perfection, futile as it is."
"And what have you learned to make it do so far?"
>[Osto]"Well, so far I've just figured out how to make it make me heal faster, but it burns a bunch of calories, I have to practically eat a bucket of chocolate to make it back up if I… uh, nevermind."
>[MMM,MMMM Trait auto-activated]
"Now now Osto-I can hardly help you if you aren't honest with me."
>[Osto]"…Sorry. Okay, so, I kind of got my arm ripped off by a Werebear-it's okay though, I totally killed it! But… yeah, that's where I had to put the idea I'd come up with so far to work and… yay, got my arm back. Still pretty scrawny looking though-it's gonna take a while to bulk it up. If it weren't for the strength I get I might have trouble hiding what happened."
"So what runes specifically did you use, and how did you use them?"
>[Osto]"Okay, so first I looked up runes because I figured hey, big stuff for Odin, he's the guy that made this, so, maybe it's like, the code or something right? So I tried all sorts of stuff with standard Medieval Runes, like spelling out commands in assorted languages, either with blood, stone and/or actual bone-not mine though, didn't want to risk it. I was really confident writing runes in my own blood on my body would work, but no dice. Anyway, I couldn't exactly go home no arm, so I was kind of stuck at that point. But then I wondered, maybe I was using too recent of runes, right? So I went back to Younger Futhark."
>[IT]"This kid has either been wiki bingeing or actually likes to study runes."
>[Osto]"So when I used commands spelled in my blood on my flesh with Younger Futhark, I finally got a reaction. Only-it was a stunted one. Like, there'd be some light around the runes, and they'd glow and evaporate into sparkling vapor-it was really weird. I could sort of feel something trying to happen, but it was like… something was stopping me. I kind of abandoned the project for a bit since I had no ideas where to go, but then I wondered if it might be kind of like a regular user trying to do admin stuff, and being denied for having the wrong access-it seemed kind of like that, right? So, I figured, if Younger Futhark worked when Medieval didn't, that if I went back even further, I might get around the restricted use. So I went back to Elder Futhark, thinking a germanic source rune alphabet might slip behind the newer scandinavian runic alphabet-"
>[IT]"Definitely wikipedia."
>[Osto]"And it worked! If I write 'heal me' on my arm-or anywhere on me, I guess-it uses up my energy to perform regeneration. I'm not sure if I can control the speed, and I don't really know what I'm drawing on to power it, but-"
"I might be able to help there. In all likelihood, it's directly drawing energy from the Einher bloodline construct, which is itself attached to your soul."
>[Osto]"Wait, I'm using up my soul to heal myself? Oh MAN THAT WAS DUMB, I-"
"Hold on. It's more probably it's just consuming the energy your soul-based bloodline produces, rather than your actual soul. I can't guarantee that, but usually that's how that works."
>[Osto]"Really? WHEW, had me worried there Uncle Laine!"
"So writing 'heal me' on your arm encouraged the bloodline to produce a non-automated function based off the command…. that does sound like you've hit on the programming code of the bloodline."
>[Osto]"Wait so magic DOES work that way, it's kind of like computer stuff?"
"I have yet to see anything that outright disproves that association, though it is a realm fraught with untold numbers of custom built operating systems and frequently unique hardware to boot, never mind the applications themselves. …Of course, if you empty that, there's really nothing left but your soul for it to drain, so…."
>[Osto]"…Okay, I get you. …Wow, that answers, like, a bajillion questions I had."
"So why'd the werebear rip your arm off, and what happened after that?"
>[Osto]"Well, I KIND of pissed some Weres off with that werewolf I killed a while back, and then I kiiiiind of got attacked at the pool and didn't have my armor so-"
"You left it behind?"
>[Osto]"I know, it was totally stupid, I carry it in a duffle like everywhere I go now-anyway, arm got ripped off, ran like a bitch but definitely not towards home, tried out those ideas for like, twenty hours straight on the run, finally got one to work, robbed a chocolatier to feed my new arm growth, suited up, beat werebear's face in. IN THE END, it all worked out, and that's what matters, right?"
"I've heard some say that 'the ends justifies the means' as a negative phrase, but in your case I'd say it's true enough."
>[Osto]"…Really? Great, awesome! …Uh, I was kind of up till six because of stuff, so I'm kind of tired-"
"I won't keep you then. Congratulations, on hacking your bloodline."
>[Osto]"Heh, thanks Uncle Armas!"
*CLICK*
Spying a name in my contacts, I decide to go knock on Big Crazy's door, see what he's up to-only to find that he's out: He even left a sign on his door, detailing how Rostislav hired him to hunt down a specific wolverine to be his spirit animal, and he thought it'd be a fun job. …I also see he left his cell behind, with a card on it saying 'This is an 'inna woods' scenario, don't want to be bugged.' …Welp. Okay then.
The rest of the day gets a bit busier from there.
-First, I take all four of the pheonix hearts to my name, make my way over to Igor's forge, note that the bugger's still perfecting the fine and subtle art of riveting to an almost unhealthy level, bless his strange soul, and even lets the forge keep going while he's out on class. I find myself smiling at the unsafe practice and dump the hearts in. All three beat with far more life and vigor than before, and I instantly feel this was a good idea.
-That is, until I hear Duke grumbling about 'liquid fire' while shuffling about in search of booze. This gets me off on an idea that had flashed through my mind before-and I decide to leave Vlad a treat. I fish one of the four hearts back out of the forge, and make my way to Vlad's room, adding it into his still, so that all the spirits he makes flow around and through that still-beating heart of fire.
-Next, I find Satai, currently talking with Stacey about the types of aquatic monster communities one can encounter around Istanbul-currently, they're focusing on the Southern Ika-Turso herds that Mermaids tend deep undersea and their excellent trade in livestock-when I ask him to order up some cows for blood purposes. He doesn't even bother asking for more of an explanation, and says he'll get on that.
-My next concern is getting Placid a place he can work on the golem. I think about a bunch of ways to get him one-Lo Fang, the Mafia, Sometimes Merchant, Johann, Demon Summoning-but none really feel… guarded enough to trust my beast to. So instead, I elect to find the nearest company that rents out storage sheds, verify with Allview that they don't have magic warding to begin with, and rent the place out at $35 by-the month. I ask Placid to set up runes to his satisfaction-and he erects runes that, according to SB, are FILLED with swastikas. Still, I'm assured they're quite robust, so whenever I want to let Placid work on the golem, I have a place I can send it-but while it's there, Gianni and Dávgon have to choose between working on it, and all their other projects. For now, they're still fine-tuning the initial hookup of the tubing and the emitters.
-I ask Dmitrii to make privace charms for the van we'll use to transport the golem to and from the warehouse. He gets on that, and by tomorrow our car should be perfectly kitted out for discreet transport.
-I have a chat with Hummingbird about his studies on fleshcrafting, and during that have a decidedly interesting exchange about his abilities.
>[HB]"You ask what I can do, and there are many answers a pinnacle of birddom could give-but I think what would interest you most, giant, is this: I believe I can now render your entire body down into hummingbirds, and reassemble it at will. It has the minor detail of requiring your permission, but I am confident in the execution."
"What-like a swarm of hummingbirds?"
>[HB]"Indeed. As I would not expect your feeble giant brain to comprehend how to be a hummingbird, let alone a swarm. I will control their movement for you, until such time as I can school you in some of the basics of how to live as a superior lifeform."
"I see-but you could make me that, huh? How fast do you reckon?"
>[HB]"I estimate I could do it within one second."
"That's impressive as hell."
The bird on my shoulder preens.
>[HB]"I am aware."
"What else can you do?"
>[HB]"I can attempt to heal your body for you, should your magic systems become compromised. Otherwise, most of what I've learned is not directly applicable to you, and therefore not worth wasting words on."
-Somehow, my attempts to ponder a floral idea seem to sputter out, as if the thoughts were vanishing into a shadow of my mind. How odd.
-I spend four hours apiece with Gianni and Dávgon on external Soul and Flesh crafting, and finally start to feel I'm getting something resembling competence for my weight range going. I'm no longer restricted to just eating what I touch with cannibalistic fleshcrafting-I've got enough examples of fine and restorative magic that I could at least pass as a generic external fleshcrafter now. Certainly, still below my total power pool-but added to the cannibal magic and the direct line to Whaitiri and paired Artifact, I'm looking okay. For Soul-crafting, I've FINALLY had enough examples working on Dávgon's soul-seed and pseudo-soul assembly that I think I could actually craft up my own soul-facsimiles to serve as magical, spiritual AI for complex magical systems. The applications of such a skill in direct combat are limited, but I'm rather certain that's not where it's meant to shine. Still, I know I'm rough in both areas, and more time and practice can only help. I also fear I'm drawing closer to my two teacher's limits as I brute-force learn their methods by being their conduit, and wonder where I should turn afterwards…
-After my eight hour cumulative lesson, I find the golem's had the piping for the weapon embedded within it's arms, to wholly fall beneath the planned armor. Speaking of which, it's flesh-fused armor has finally had all the no longer necessary parts shorn off, and the golem, while certainly not complete, no longer looks like it might belong in a scrap heap. Similarly, Gianni tells me it will be ready to implant the Pheonix hearts soon enough.
-Most importantly of all, before the day's ended I've had time to call Go Ping of the Triads, Rocco Armani of the Mafia, Sometimes Merchant, Cornelius of the Zosimus Clan and even the Leprechaun of that magic bar looking for the work situation, and found myself an interesting set of options.
Go Ping:
---Will pay a full week of specialized training in any subject he knows if Armas will help him put down a flesh golem made of May Lee by an enemy of the Triads looking to enrage them. Asks for Armas specifically.
---Will pay $430,000 for someone that can obtain the ward schematics to a give safehouse from one Elwen Embla, and thereafter crack the combination Magitech/Divinitech warded and sensor-equipped warehouse. The fulfiller of this contract gets their choice of the first three items from the warehouse, not counting a single, pre-designated object of Lo Fang's choosing.
---Will pay $175,000 for someone to find Labombard for them.
---Will pay $10,000 for every confirmed Yakuza head brought to them.
Rocco:
---Will pay $850,000 for Armas to commit his company to seeing a town officially under mafia control has no 'rock-the-boat' issues for the month it takes to get new mafia members out to it and resolve their general manpower shortage. The location has nothing of sufficient worth to draw any considerable magical threat, and at best would run afoul of human criminals, magical or otherwise, looking to claim the modest income the town can provide to its 'protectors'
---Will pay $270,000 for anyone to find out who learned Elwen Embla was carrying the ward key to a warehouse in the city. There are no clues to the case, except that it was someone that knows Elwen.
---Will pay $52,000 for a quartet of escorts of a magical persuasion to advise and scout for taking out a non-magical nazi remnant base with minimal property damage. They are not expected to fight.
---Will pay $2,000 per Soul Binding for someone to insure loyalty in new emergency recruits.
Zosimus:
---Has put out a contract with 'name your boon' as the listed reward, to anyone that can kill a werelion that's armed with, get this, a Conceptual Magical Construct-a Sword of such Swordly nature it's no longer physical-just like Matvey's. The Contract's open to all, and seems to have… quite a few reported failures already. Seems the Werelion's quite the talented urban fighter as well as being an exceptional swordsman. Mission also notes he can cut automatic fire out of the air…. I wonder how many bullets at once he can do that to…
---Will pay $120,000 for someone to guard a recently turned Conceptual Bloodliner for two weeks, as her vampirism corrupts her initial bloodline. This job has two guard positions open.
---Will pay $57,000 for anyone that can resolve their issues with one of the Turkish Blood Banks no longer wanting to give their due. Details available on request, but it seems they really want someone quite socially mobile.
---Will pay $55,000 for anyone that can figure out whatever happened to one of the ambulances Zosimus Ghouls ran and lifted blood from. So far, it's been verified to be a surface-level problem, and not involve the Undersewers-otherwise, they know nothing.
---Will pay $40,000 for anyone that can permanently make a nosy reporting poking about the Zosimus clan permanently halt her inquiries. The reporter is a family woman, and would be noticed if made to vanish.
---Will pay $35,000 a head for three separate rogue vampires, one from Ibruhem, one from Yorgin, and one from Zosimus. They have no relation and none have a known location. True names are available for those accepting any of the three contracts.
Leprechaun Bonzi:
---He will pay me ten pounds of gold if I can get him a first edition copy of Flash Comics #1, the comic book. It must be in mint condition.
---He will pay in a set (I variable setting thermal/kinetic/electric Shield Charm, 1 Blade Charm, 1 Arrow Charm, 1 Mind Charm, 1 Curse Charm, all rechargable) of grade-A Leprechaun-craft charms for anyone that can remove an infestation in his Pot.
---He will pay me by assigning a section of his pot as mine to store things in and sign a Soul Contract to deal honestly and promptly with me regarding item storage, should I find a way to remove the Giant from the Undersewers beneath his shop that keeps stealing his shipments of Magma Dwarven Beer. This storage space will let me store three items, and the Leprechaun agrees to be bound such that he's incapable of knowing what the items are outside of when I'm actively discussing them with him-it sounds like a rather potent and secretive storage system, and there's no mention of needing to kill the Giant, merely to resolve the situation.
---Offers a vintage Semetic Clay Golem complete with its original order-papers for anyone that can find the thieves that broke into a Triad van while it was parked outside, broke one of their terracotta soldiers, and stole something from inside of it. The customers refused to give details on what was lost, beyond it being 'very red, and very pole-like'.
---He will teach the fundamental principles of Leprechaun footwork to anyone that can both calm down an angered Kronknar, and suitably, but nonlethally, chastise a prominent Were's child that robbed Kronknar's shop on a dare. This job is warned to be difficult.
---The Minotaur Kronknar of the bar will pay a hammer that hardens metals it shapes to be present on spiritual and shadow planes as well as the corporeal for anyone that can help him bust up a game some Devils are running where they hunt and kill a Minotaur in a maze. The devils are all known to be no stronger than five bloodliners, each, and no more in number than six.
Sometimes Merchant:
---He will pay a year's use of a private time-bubble with an environment (but not inhabitants) tailored to the contract fulfiller's specifications, for anyone that can assassinate a Dwarven general based in the sewers beneath Eastern Turkey.
---He will let my shadow drink of the Shadowwell (something SB tells me is not that unlike a fountain of power for shadows and allows shadows to consume corporeal matter rather than just shadow) if he and I can help him claim a shadow that is owed to him, that of an old, long-dead god, currently held in slumber by a cadre of Spring Elves based in a subterrainean city beneath the Bosphorus. He says it requires both a shadow and corporeal being, and for the two to share a soul-making the job uniquely suited to me.
----He will pay two rechargable Blade Charms and one rechargable Arrow Charm, svartelf make, each, for up to five warriors willing to fight a horde of hobgoblins. He's confirmed they won't have artifacts or outright spellcasters to their name, but can have basic magical implements in their number.
---He will pay a dragon's tooth for someone to attack two groups, and to do so with the other group's weapons, without being caught in the attack. The dragon tooth is guaranteed to come from a long-dead dragon from a now-defunct continent and sufficiently removed from memory that there are no active vendettas against the possessor of this particular dragon's corpseparts.
---He will owe me a Favor of negotiable nature if I can 'teach a lesson' to the heir of a local Bloodline family that besmirched his pride. I'm not allowed to kill or harm the kid-merely to annoy, shame, frighten and general troll him.
After compiling my job list and verifying none of them will vanish overnight-I go to sleep.
SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 26th, 2011
PERSONAL FUNDS: $2,864,660.00
BUSINESS FUNDS: $1,124,984.00
CASH: $6,120.00
SHADOW PATIENCE: 90%
WINTER ENERGY: 160/160
SUMMER ENERGY: 50/50
I wake up with a dose of brain coffee, see that it's five thirty and wonder:
What shall I do with this day?
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