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Post by Just Mo on Jun 5, 2016 19:53:00 GMT
Note: Continuing on the new timeline, 18 years after Emeri's rule has ended. Mo finally emerges. No one suspects him of much, other than failing to understand what the Hermit Demon had been doing whilst gone for so long. But, his reappearance isn't thought over with too much suspicion.
Things were fine. Mo had explained his situation well to the others. He'd explained how cowardly he was, how much he believed he didn't belong. Now that he didn't have a duty like protecting Demons, he could just lie low and recover from the years and years of pressure. So, naturally, as he returned, the others welcomed the small Demon easily. Tenshi seemed off, but there was so much light in her life right now, what with a child of her own at last, that she didn't give Mo much notice or suspicion. And he'd spent time with his old friend, and Shinda as well, to rebuild the relationship the three had. The last three from the ancient times, family once more.
So Mo could get to his work at ease, knowing comfortably that he wasn't going to watched like a released criminal. He flew around all the lands, finding mostly welcome there. Mo spent most of his time with his nose in a book, looking for writings that were very important for his new work. Most ancient writings were in Aura, set way back on the islands that had floated so far away that they lay forgotten by even the King of those lands. That had been Mo's hiding place all this time, his Hermit hole, surrounded by books and scrolls. Finding whatever he could on what he needed.
Frustratingly, Mo never found everything he wanted. One thing, he'd discovered a few links to, but the other was harder. The Origin, was his goal. Discovering the Origin of life, and of magic, had been his purpose for the last two decades. Magic was so complex, and yet it lived in everyone, one way or another. It was the term given to a person's soul, their magic was a part of them, it's properties connected to the wielder's personality, or their fate. And more than magic, Mo set out to solve the mystery of life, and how it had changed so suddenly. For Demons and Angels to no longer have permission to create their own life, relying on Humans instead, a situation Mo had never enjoyed. He questioned why it happened to himself, and to the many scrolls Mo looked through, but there was still hardly an answer... At least, one that conflicted the answer Mo already believed in his head.
For now Mo had set those plans aside, there was something important to build, that even with his knowledge, Mo couldn't do alone. Which was why he found himself outside of a strange workshop. Lingering on the edges of Shiro, facing away from the castle. The stone walls of the building replaced what was once marble, after numerous reckless explosions from within, which made the building stand out as some sort of patched stone, metal and wooden structure, not meant to be easy on the eyes. Mo gave it a little look over, before venturing inside, hearing the sound of drilling metals, the hum of energy going around the place via strange, snake-like wires. Eventually the little Demon climbed over enough debris to look inside, and see the one he wanted to see. Mo smiled genuinely, "I was hoping to ask a favour. I hear your father speaks highly of you as an incredible inventor." Mo began, looking to the red haired, goggle wearing teen, currently hung upside down on the underside of what looked like an Airship in progress.
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Post by Marzzi Henko on Jun 5, 2016 20:13:13 GMT
Honestly, Marzzi was grateful for all the crap his dad threw his way. From broken Airships to busted up weapons to machines his dad had tried and given up on making. Marzzi needed distractions these days. He'd begun to miss the times spent around with Art and Banto, but, things just weren't really the same since, that time. They were still his friends, Marzzi's only friends, actually, if one removed the amount of gadgets and toys Marzzi considered his friends too. But, they'd all needed time to recover, and turns out, ten years later, they all still apparently needed time to recover. And the inventor had long since given up trying to get Art motivated to explore again, or even dare go close to Banto's house without having his mother burn Marzzi to a crisp. Did Marzzi feel guilty for it? He supposed he did, the only reason the things that happened that day happened was because Marzzi was itching to explore, and eight year old him wanted to find some special ore that was really hard to find. He supposed he'd begged his cousin to help, and in turn, Art had brought Banto along too.
It was all a mess, that really ruined things for the youngsters. But, Marzzi never pressed to hard on the past, he liked to focus on the present and future, what he could work on, and what in time he could make. A simple life really, one Marzzi didn't feel like he was getting bored of quite yet. He'd practically taken over his dad's place as a mechanic and inventor, working on and if not improving all of his dads inventions. But rather than feel old, his dad felt proud, and gave Marzzi more and more work each passing day.
Today it was a challenge to fix an Airship, practically broken in half. A challenge that looked impossible to all but the so-proclaimed 'best inventor'. By mid-day, Marzzi had redirected the power outputs of the Airship, so that it wouldn't zap him while he worked, and then got to fixing the main magic-manipulator under the deck of the ship. His spanner dropped from his hand, clanging to the floor below him as someone suddenly spoke, Marzzi looking over through the dusty glass of his goggles. The little purple guy, Mo, was it? Marzzi slowly let the rope hanging him up drop him down to the ground, where the boy lifted his goggles up, nodding to Mo. "That he does. And sure am, the best around, and probably the only one around. Others just tend not to even bother tryin' to make things when they know I can do it ten times better." Marzzi commented with a smirk. "So, what kind of favour are we talkin'? Need me to fix somethin'?" Marzzi couldn't think of what a little guy like Mo would even use, let alone need fixing. Perhaps a giant wheel that he'd run in, or something.
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Post by Just Mo on Jun 5, 2016 20:52:50 GMT
The boy didn't look the part of a genius. He had more brawn than brain, just from looking at him. Bulky figure, filthy work clothes, a face that was almost grey with soot if not for the circles around his eyes kept clean from wearing his goggles. But, Mo certainly wasn't one to judge someone's capabilities from their appearance alone. Mo was sure there was a spark of something extraordinary in that skull of Marzzi's. He smiled politely as the boy stopped his work to come over, chuckling along to Marzzi's comment. "Which is exactly why I've chosen to come to you, and not them, my boy." Mo replied, before his hands disappeared under his poncho, reappearing with a piece of paper, wrapped up like a scroll.
"Not fixing, no. I wish to ask for your help. No one knows how magic works and how it can be used better than the greatest Inventor. And even I, a very old Demon, cannot grasp at how to make an idea I've had a reality." Mo held out the piece of paper, eyes innocent but excited, one of which was a feint. "The world grows bigger, there are more people inside of it, and only so much energy to grant them simple things. But magic in itself is the ultimate source of power, and if we can harness it to a new level, then there are so many possibilities. My... my point is this. What if the worlds needs more of one type of magic power than it needs another? There are only so many things someone bearing the gifts of fire can do. But, one who wields the power to heal, they have so much more need in this growing world. I want to know, if it's possible, to create something that can share one's gifts, channelled from one person to another?"
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Post by Marzzi Henko on Jun 6, 2016 20:36:57 GMT
Marzzi sure as hell wasn't expecting the tiny Demon to have an idea of something to make. Marzzi was usually the only one who bothered to think of new things, and he got so very few suggestions that half the time he didn't bother asking. But, Mo's idea was interesting, and the Angel gazed over the sketch as Mo spoke, face changing from slight amusement to empowered inspiration at the idea. Sharing magic, that was an interesting idea. There was already an example of something similar.
After Mo finished, Marzzi turned and tapped a hand against the Airship's hull. "Magic is used in a lot of ways, it's the worlds most accessible source of energy, and we turn it into many things." He began, "Early on during our path in invetin', we found out how to take that magic and store it, use it gradually over time without needin' it to come directly from us, hence how we got these Airships to fly in the sky, make engines that lasted on magical energy." Marzzi explained, before giving Mo a curious look. "Takin' someone's magic and lettin' someone else use it, that's somethin' I've not seen yet. But it's pretty interestin'. Comes with a few kinks though..." Marzzi paused, looking to the Airship, then over to a table, with what looked like the murdered corpses of an engine. Marzzi trotted over, twisting a few cogs until a compartment opened up, revealing a humming mass of purple-ish metal, around it were wires, red hot but stable. "Storin' magic is an easy thing, we can store it into lots of things, into engines, into lights or even into plants and stuff. But... it's the givin' of the magic that's the hard part. It's a temperamental thing, when not used by the right person, or for it's correct purpose. A long time ago we managed to make catalysts to prevent the strain of using up magic destroying engines, so that Airships can still run without the engines explodin', magic energy rebellin' and causing it to break apart." Marzzi then found a glove quickly, reaching into the engine, and removing the red hot metal webbing that was around the humming metal. As soon as he removed it, the metal hummed louder, and louder, until it was screaming, and with a hiss and pop, the metal crumbled and disintegrated under the magical strain. "Now, a piece of metal like this is only gonna crumble when removing the magic energy inside of it, but... if you took the magic from a person, that's a whole other deal, and a nasty one too."
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Post by Just Mo on Jun 6, 2016 20:50:05 GMT
Mo didn't understand engineering. And Airships had always been an invention that baffled the old Demon, but, he still listened to Marzzi with some understanding. He might not understand engines, but Mo did understand the very origins of magic power, he knew it very well. Magic was linked to the soul of living matter, it was the energy that living matter gave off, channelled into different elements or types of energy. It was a part of someone's soul, so naturally Mo was aware that removing said magic from someone would be painful and possibly deadly. The same reason went for why over time, as someone used their magic excessively, it caused their body harm, or exhausted them. Mo was only concerned that the 'power source' so to speak, would run out sooner than was necessary. But Marzzi seemed interested in this idea, and he spoke as if explaining the problems, but not entirely refusing the idea.
Mo hummed a little, watching the metal spark and break apart, imagining the same sort of reaction but inside of a person, it almost made Mo lift his nose in revolt. But instead he just sighed, "It would kill them, if not immediately, then it would certainly leave them in severe pain. Obviously we don't want such a thing." Mo replied, ears flopping down against his shoulders, little nose twitching as he became lost in thought.
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Post by Marzzi Henko on Jun 6, 2016 21:01:20 GMT
The faults that could occur with Mo's idea were indeed deadly. And as much as Marzzi strived to make new things, he was also an Angel, the thought of causing other such pain and grief was certainly not something he was willing to pursue. However, the plan Mo had still seemed as though it would have a purpose the more Marzzi thought. Magic made people unique, but sometimes people needed to have the same kind of gifts. Doctors needed to be able to heal, and if they could all have the power to do that, then suffering with be reduced. Farmers needed the power to summon waters for their crop more than they needed to summon flames or winds. Mo was right, and Marzzi wanted to see a future like the one that had Mo's idea in it. But, it was this one issue, that Marzzi needed to solve first. He thought for a moment, pacing as well, before muttering his ideas out loud. "It could of course be because of how much magic is taken. I'm sure if you took a little amount, it wouldn't cause much pain, or any.. In fact.." Marzzi stopped, nodding his head a little, smirking to himself. "Yeah, I think I got an idea. See, it wouldn't matter if you took only the smallest amount of magic from someone, I think I know a way you can amplify magic to make it release more energy. I've been working on a way to amplify things with a friend of mine, he might wanna help on this too." Mo was given little more thought as Marzzi rushed off to find some paper and a pen, already drawing up blueprints for the kind of magic amplifier he meant. It was like a mass of coiled metal, run a magical current through it and the current would always come out stronger than before. Marzzi chuckled to himself, literally forgetting the purple Demon's existence as he rushed off further into his workshop, planning for the upcoming weeks in which he was determined to make this new and revolutionising invention. How 'revolutionising' it would turn out to become, Marzzi was blissfully unaware.
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