Hal Henderics

Blue attempts to wrest control over her body with his psychic grip, but the technique fails, due to the magic in the eternal ice distorting it. That having failed, with some irritation, Blue decides to simply rush, swords pointed, but unflared. A little poke won't do much, but it'll be good for sparring.

Blue pauses for a moment at the new arrival. "Whenever you are ready, I think I would like to spar, Snow."

"My exposure to it had opened my mind to a world of beauty and purpose, unlike anything I had ever experienced. It is only natural that I should hold the Sacred water in such high esteem, and hold a candle in my heart to share it's wonder with others." Blue says in a tone that Snow might consider odd.

Blue pauses. "The origin of my kind is lost to time. I was however, born at the Cauldron. A swirling well of souls and the capital of civilization, the Cauldron is a structure that would dwarf even you, and from it, all wire warriors are born, and eventually reborn." "The city spans a size smaller than this ship, but it is very dense with Wire Warrior life, and a hatred of the Sacred True Water." "A shame, if they could only see the beauty in serving it, in being immersed in it. My world would be a much better place then." He says with awe.

"Yes. I do not know the specifics, but it seems merely choosing to do so makes an object like it is in my own world." Blue responds simply. He can't help but wonder why this is for a moment, before discarding the thought.

"Magnets in my world have a dark and cold intelligence, devoted to assembling metal to their bodies until they are sated. Wire Warriors afflicted by magnetism fall under their control." "There are many wire warriors who choose to attach magnets to their bodies to gain power, at the cost of encroaching voices of madness from within." "It is difficult to even fight them, as you must fight them mentally, just as you do in body." He says sagely.

Blue recoils. "Dark Magic. I hope you are responsible with it." "I've seen many good people succumb to the allure of Magnetism."

"I was simply meditating. My power has grown rapidly, and It strikes me that I have failed to grow alongside it." He summons a sphere of water, with 3 smaller spheres orbiting it. "I assume you saw my failure to control my Shining Silver Ability."

Blue, hearing the disturbance, hops down. "Snow." He says simply.

Blue, meanwhile, is laying down on some sort of support beam. Meditating. A blue aura surrounds his body, and his fin.

"... Yeah, you could say that." "If I may ask, who are you guys? What are you doing here?" "Well, we're the Seablinders, seekers o' fame, fortune, an the peace of the seas!" "We'er here cause John-John up there's heard foul things in the air, the Ninth City's been mucking up the atmosphere with their Smoke factories." "Got room for one more?" You respond. "Here? On the Fresh Hag? It doesn't got room for the three of us!" "John-John's workin himself dry gabbing with the winds to keep us going on land like this with a wheel-addled boat and no grease." "I'm not cruel enough to tell ya no, but we're not exactly peachy ourselves here." The Pig man is looking at his companion almost as oddly as his companion is looking at you. John-John, as he's been so named, has already leapt back to the top of the sail, murmuring and whispering to themselves, almost madly so.

"It destroyed glorious, sacred water on contact." "What a terrifying power." he says with restrained despair.

Blue takes the pen in his psychic grip, and unleashes it. He suddenly senses a dark power from it, and slashes it to ribbons. "It had a vile ability. Let me try again. I wouldn't want you using something with a power that dark, for your own safety." He unleashes it again. The broken remains of the pen become shining and refractive, while the metal becomes another spring.

"I have no clue." Tattletale says with a small hint of despair. "There isn't enough information, the results are too unpredictable."

"Uhh, well, maybe if you knock her unconscious, somehow, or stop her power, the cells grown by her power should start to decay, if we're lucky? The changes are all being enforced by her power, unless I missed something." "Yeah, stop her power, and you stop the growth." Tattletale says.

"W-What? Were you not listening when I told you how unpredictable powers react to biological modification? She's second triggered, and if I had to guess, her body is absorbing and growing aragami cells using her now unlimited power, you need to get away from her immediately, you've seen what her power does to biological substances, and now she's fermenting her own damn body in a slurry of Magic, Aragami Cells, and predicted human evolution, and she can do that to anything in a range of several city blocks." Tattletale sounds panicked. "H- Okay, Her Dragonscale armor, that's probably being grown into her hide, and whatever god arc they used for the test, it's being grown and evolved right along side that. If she overcomes the pain, she might start turning nearby metal into darksteel, or melting it with holyfire to make an escape route, it's of the utmost importance that she not escape this building, and that nobody get close enough for her to think of using her powers on them. The pain, Aragami cells, and her own power are influencing her mind, and rapidly at that, she's going to be acting on instinct really quickly, if she isn't already." Tattletale says, scrambling for words like an exam student, trying to write in the last answers before the bell rings.

"I am not so greedy, in my own world, objects are inherently like this. I suppose merely interacting with them causes them to reflect the magics of my homeland. Feel free to have the entire pen and whatever else you'd like me to unleash." Blue says, his body bobbing in a nod.

You run to the passing vehicle, Obsidian rock in tow, and they deign to slow to a stop. "Howsit there youngun? Came runnin' awful fast, you lost out here?" The disturbingly muscular orc says, as he and his strange helmeted ally leap from the wooden structure. A Fish-like fellow hangs from the railing, watching from afar and whispering to himself with a cupped hand close to his face. The one with the helmet simply stares. Stats Inventory Abilities

Blue starts by disassembling it, into the capscrew and various other bits. He attempts to enforce his power on the casing, the tube full of ink, the metal nib, the button, and the spring. The casing gains the magical ability to create what is on Blue's scale powerful suction through itself on command. To anyone bigger, the suction would not be that powerful. The metal nib seems to attract metal filings to itself, but no other types of materials. The button gains the ability to make an obnoxious clicking noise on command, even when not connected to the rest of the pen. The spring gains the ability to launch even objects bigger than a person away from itself with great force. However, the larger the object it repels, the longer it takes before this power can be used again. Blue thinks that if too large an object is repelled, it might burn out the spring. The ink tube... makes black marks on things. Blue isn't sure if that's the ink inside, magic, or both. "Proof enough that my power can produce usable materials?" Blue says, as he grabs the spring and uses it to lightly tap a rock, sending it flying into the horizon with incredible speed and force.

"Sure." She says, walking over to the middle and laying down.

"I'll unlock the true potential of any mundane items you so desire, in return for the Crystal Core." Blue says from down there. "Or, I can give you an item in my possession, a sky blue bead that lightens objects on command."

"If you shoot me, I'll bleed, I can't budge a sword as large as I am, much less swing it around with reckless abandon. I can't stitch up wounds and make it like they never happened. I can't look at a wall and tell you what needs to be done to fix it or break it." "My power isn't strong enough to save my life, much less the world. So let me do this." "Let me prove that I have the resolve to make the hard decisions. Today I've been in peril several times, and I've fallen short every time, plucked from the fire by one of you guys. It could be hours from now, or maybe days at this rate, before my shortcomings kill me. Or they kill one of you." "I won't let you stand in my way and tell me that it's fine if I keep holding you all back." Something cuts her voice short as she sounds as if to say something more. A few moments later, she turns away from Harry. "I'm just a kid who keeps getting lucky on bad days, Okay?"

"I understand the risks, but I could get all of that on top of this. It's just too valuable to someone like me, without any superhuman talents." "I wouldn't worry, I'll survive this, and then I'll get even stronger." It's clear by now that all she can think of is how to sooth her fear and lust for power.

"Right. I'll do that." She doesn't. instead simply walking down the stairs, prepared for what comes next. Victory or Death.

Laver attacks Solomon with a First Strike Basic Attack that restores 1d6+15 Health! Equipment Loadout