Hal Henderics

"Oh I know, You are the Psychic, right? I remember that part." "Hmm..." Dackly muses conspiritorially, her grin widening. "Well, try it on me! I can petrify things that aren't there, as long as I THINK they are, and can see them there, and all my powers are based on my emotional state. A Guinea pig lies before you, dear Samantha!" "I'll leave you to your prior business, and wait patiently for my own brainwashing." Dackly jokes with a bow, continuing her prior business of filling up quivers. -- Meanwhile, Laver arrives, and speaks, walking around looking for party members. "Hey guys? We finished hashing out a plan, can I get everyone's attention?" He comments, and once everyone is within earshot, he explains everything that happened in the war room, and the decisions that were made there.

"It's alchemy. It skips steps in understanding and context. I throw some magic fire in, it becomes a liquid. I pour that liquid into a quiver, it becomes what belongs in the quiver. What belongs in a quiver, and is made from magical fire?" "Crazy Arrows that explode on enemies, of course." She slithers over. "What does she do?" Dackly looks over Samantha. "No, wait, let me guess... you are... A Werewolf! The disheveled appearance, the stance of someone with experience tolerating pain due to intense bodily harm followed by equally painful regeneration, the... Unique Scent- -Anyway!" She continues, glancing over that last comment. "So, I'm Dackly, my best friend Gozer is doing something unimportant and boring over there, and you are intriguing, and I like your aesthetic!" "So what do you do, Sam?" Dackly pauses for a moment, sizing up Samantha. "OH! Samantha! I didn't recognize you without the castle walls around you, How have you been!" Dackly scratches her head.

The horrific sound of scraping meets Lilya's Ears as That strange Snake Woman drags a sloshing pot of something glowing and dangerous looking. "I heard someone say Surprise. I like surprises." She comments sagely. "What's the Haps?" she continues as an archer walks over, and she pours a liquid fire into his quiver which he presents. "Thank you come again!" She tells said archer, who likely pulls a strange face at that.

It's everyone's favorite Peacetalk Pal, Sojie!

"I think we should talk to our friends first, before we do something drastic..." Laver says, backing up a bit.

"I don't see why he won't be useful. This one likely plots my end, and I have gotten use from them." Mar states, the Possessor resting on his arm, possessing a stone doll with a glowing sword. "Do you know of it's talents, or is it lacking in those?"

Dackly pauses for a moment, before turning to the archer with a grin. "Get your friends over here for some of this." She pats the pot, nodding at him and handing a refilled quiver that she refills, and a bow ready for pyrotechnical celebration. Any that come over get a fair serving of Starfire arrows until the pot runs out.

"Good thing we control the supply with absolute impunity then. Gifts that keep giving are overrated." "Hey you!" Dackly grabs an archer going for a resupply. "New arrow from the Higher ups, I need to test one, let me borrow your quiver and bow, I'll give you the first batch of fresh ones after." She says to him. Provided he goes for it, she pours a small amount of liquid into his quiver, and fires the resultant arrow off the wall at someone important looking below.

"It's simple, these poor unfortunate soldiers have mere arrows fired from their arrows, against skeletons of all things! It's sickening. Ergo, I believe it is in my best and most benevolent interests, and not at all due to boredom, that I would like your assistance in producing a stock of alchemical liquid with which to fill their quaint and miserable quivers with arrows which prove more stimulating." Dackly elaborates, a grin crossing her face. "Fuel of any kind goes in this hole, and any sort of horrific attack or malady you would like to see fired upon the hoards for our amusement, you can toss into the big hole on top." "Then I just pour it into some Quivers and we watch the beautiful fireworks."

Dackly suddenly leaps up from her pushups. "Ok! I need a fuel source, someone with cool powers, and all the archers with a quiver needing arrows!" She shouts at the top of her lungs, which is rather loud, in fact. She mumbles to herself, slithering around the pot, before pointing to Aurora. "Your powers are the coolest, Lady Aurora, ergo, you have the option of partaking in the honor of making that fight outside either quieter or louder!" Dackly says, pointing to her.

"There is a Laboratory in the corner there, I saw Brushes and paints, like that of a Calligraphy set." "Here, in case." Mar turns a stone into a pen with an embedded well with a well placed strike from his fist. "What do you plan to write?"

"I am not merely aligned with earth, I am fundamentally representative of it. I am an Aspect of Earth, Ms. Mitsurugi." "If you hold Authority over Earthquakes, then you hold Authority over one facet of Earth, and what it is capable of." "I am too spoiled with strange auras and presences to distinguish yours as special." He comments bluntly. "My worst experience is having had the displeasure of encountering beings whose natural weight of presence causes harm." "That is my reason for not assigning proper note to such a sensation. Though I do feel it acutely." He says, in what is likely as close as him realizing the potential offense in his statement as is possible.

Gozer nods slowly. "That explains the feeling I have near you." "I stand before a Goddess holding authority over Earthquakes. I'll try to remember your name, Sagai." He just stands there.

"Yes." He pauses, thoughts unknown. His body settles a bit in place, the slow groan of moving rock. "I can't tell from your appearance. What are you the spirit of?"

"It may be due to be being closer to a manifestation of the element, rather than a singular being who happens to be aligned to it." "I do not know." "I have also been Resurrected in a body closer to what might be considered a "True Form", according to the necromantic spell that brought me back." "The necromancer, while quite mad, was capable of performing his arts on odd things like stone and metal." He says, mechanically gesturing to his body, in all it's fake fuzzy goodness.

"I disagree. We are skilled pretenders." "I am Gozer. I am an Earth Elemental, an Aspect of Earth."

"We haven't met. I do not know what distresses you. I hope a fresh face with no knowledge of your problem is adequate to distract you from it." He says in a bland tone. "If you have a location of choice, or a duty to attend to, I lack those. We can speak elsewhere, or not at all, at your decision."

While Dackly makes a fool of herself, Gozer is drawn to the Goddess wandering off in Tears. He discretely follows her, but makes no effort to hide it. 'Curious. I suppose I should provide a fresh face to distract from that, and promote inter-team relations.' Gozer thinks to himself as he wanders in the same directions, Leaving Dackly behind to attempt Pushups to impress the Guards. Snakes cannot do Pushups as well as people, he notes.

The Shadowbug magic is a constant dull buzzing to cim's sensors. -- Meta Knight Nods. "You, me and the Puffball cleave into the ship, and make a distraction. Mario, Luigi, you go with the girl and the Aron, clear a way to the ship bay, Wario, Waluigi, go with the Gunner, drop the airmarker on the deck so I can call in the Aerial-Dees." "Jigglypuff." He addresses the pink puffball, who looks at him. "Smash." It grins at this, and begins rolling in place, flinging dirt behind it as it says it's name. "Let's begin."

Laver scratches his head, He's from Earth... Did they even teach about this stuff in school? Surely they did. "I'm from Earth, but I'm not sure I remember much history. Sorry I'm not much help."

"Well Met. Both of you. I, as I had said before, am Gozer. She is Dackly I look forward to intimate collaboration between our fields." "Oh most certainly. I had The privilege of seeing what it can do first hand, Such power, seemingly from nowhere. It's a substance just as intriguing as any other. If nothing else, I am glad you haven't seen what Phazon is capable of. All the potential of ADAM, and none of the symbiotic tendencies." "Once, I attempted to petrify a mass of it, the result was a stone sludge that moved towards living matter. It didn't really need to do much else to be classified a high grade threat, considering it's acidity, radioactivity, and biological parasitic nature." She claps her hands together. "In any case, I believe we were talking of alchemy. If you were watching, Gozer and I have brewed these potions." She shows a stone bottle off. "They contain a liquid made from the Armor of a Defeated Officer, and various extension agents. If my theory is correct, it should serve as a disguise for whoever drinks it. Though I worry for it's duration." She shakes her head "It can't be helped. I lacked the metal to produce enough armor to properly fill 10 bottles, so I had to use one of these to increase the potency of the potion." She holds up a glittering green gem. It glows with inner light. At this point, Gozer cuts in. "That is an Earthen Emerald. Though it is close enough to one that you might know it better as a Soul Gem. It contains the essence of one of those defeated Skeletons. When Dackly petrifies a foe, it becomes stone, being stone, I, as an Earth Elemental, have the ability to assert dominion over it and extract it's essence into these emeralds. We use them as a form of Enhancing Agent, as they can grant any process or being increased ability or power in any way they choose, temporarily. I can also derive Strength from them by drawing on their energy as a constant source of vitality and magic."

"Oh! A Little Sister! I haven't seen one of their kind in a very long time." "I am Dackly, the Stone Cold Fellow here is my Best Friend of all time, Gozer! And you are someone with Access to ADAM, Aren't you?" "Ahh, I remember my own small incursion into ADAM Testing, I made that substance do things it was never meant to do. Fond Memories, pardon my nostalgia." She waves her hand. "I do not believe you thought of the substance fondly when it swelled into a gelatinous mass and devoured your lab, metamorphosing into an anomalous living being." Dackly's Brow Twitches. "Dang it Gozer, I've learned since then not to leave Hostile Biomasses unattended after feeding them love potions to reduce their xenophobia." Dackly responds, Embarrassed. "She forced a union between a sample of ADAM and another much more hostile and radioactive mineral biomass known as Phazon, by applying swabs of both to Candy with love infused into it. The ADAM, as I am sure you know, was already highly receptive to the process, but the Phazon would normally consume it indiscriminately, rather than engaging in any sort of symbiosis. The Candy seemed to have worked, and the two samples grew out of control, consuming our laboratory and forming an unknown biological agent I hesitate to call sentient." "Dackly sees in hindsight that she perhaps should not have left it unsupervised with no camera, kill-switch, containment, or even a simple alert system in the event of room damage." "I aught to hit you Gozer." "You probably will not. I don't have the ability to feel pain." "Well maybe I want to peer review that thesis, smart-alec." She rolls up an imaginary sleeve, baring her uncovered arm. "We have devolved into a tangent Dackly. He asked about magic." "Oh, right! Oopsie Poopsie, Yeah, I have an alchemy pot here, you can toss shit in it to fuse it together, or split stuff up, or infuse things into different things, or pour them into containers to make them into what goes in the container. It's cool, but it takes fuel of any kind." She shrugs.

"If you have any skill whatsoever at artifice, then yes." "The rune does two things. Keeps gasses from entering the container naturally, for safety, and breaks things within the container it is placed on into concepts." "If gasses entered the pot naturally, you could find yourself with strange fumes with possibly deadly effects, or even worse, conceptual gasses escaping, and enacting alchemy on others." "Alchemy is quite simple, provided simple experimentation." Gozer comments.

"Yes. One world we visited held the secret to Conceptual Alchemy. The ability to render things not into chemicals, but into concepts." "Using the rune engraved on this pot, any container can be made one which now affects concepts instead of matter or magic." "A pot is the ideal medium, because it holds many different applicable concepts, Boiling, Steaming, Chilling, Stirring, Settling, Spices, Additives. Aspects of ordinary cooking are highly translatable to this form of alchemy, though any container will do." "If you like, I can explain it further, though knowledge may spoil your own alchemical attempts, due to the aspect of your intentions being diluted by unnecessary information." "Things go into it, become a liquid, and combine together, before being poured out into or onto things."

"You've done this war good, Thank you. If you need anything after your rest, find me and I'll look into it." Dackly says, thanking him. She Packs the bottles up and slithers over onto Gozer, having fully purged the poison from her system.