[h2][sup]The Lab[/sup][/h2]

As Melodia plummeted down through the portal she would slam straight down onto the tile below with a loud thud. If the mana explosion didn’t enrich her body moments before, she would have likely broken a few bones— maybe a nail or two. But instead she would just end up with a sore ass and sore palms from catching herself, who in the right mind would jump through a swirling vortex of dark magic. Oh yeah, Melodia definitely would.

As she pressed herself from the ground into a stand, Melodia would realized that she was recovering quicker than usual as well. And while the others within Harrow’s Tower probably entered a state of panic or were atleast a bit annoyed, Melodia was rather enjoying the outcome of things and wished days were this exciting all the time. 

[color=orchid]”Oh.”[/color]

And wouldn’t you know it something else interesting graces the Lapsean woman’s small red eyes. A device, a contraption, a box of mechanical origin placed atop one of the research desks in the lab. She had just been here- was it perhaps Arthur or Reina’s doing? As she took a few steps closer to the contraption her hands traced along the table before eventually making their way to the box. It was sealed, welded shut in a shit-poor job nonetheless. Also, it reverberated with a thick, strong aura of magic that was sensed by the girl immediately. Was this perhaps the origin of the event that had just occurred? She singlemindedly decided that yes, it was, and if someone later proved her wrong then— whatever time moves on. But nonetheless, her personality would soon get the better of her and she wanted to know [b]what[/b] exactly this thing was.

The construction was shoddy, a rushed creation that wasn’t exactly meant to be designed for aesthetics. Lady Lapseus decided that the best method of opening it would be some corrosive solution to weaken the welding along the seams. Clickity clack went her small black shoes as she stepped over to a chemical closet, the smell of hydrochloric acid was prevalent along with a small beaker of nitric acid. 

[color=orchid]”Both will do.”[/color] She quietly chimed to herself, entertained.

Back she went to face the contraption, making another trip to grab some safety goggles before playing with chemicals. Carefully she diluted the hydrochloric acid and then traced the fluid along the edges of the box, it took some time for the alloy to weaken but eventually it ate through the allow and Melodia would carefully peel the top off. It revealed a globe that whirred and rotated, it glowed a vibrant magical blue, attached to it was a timer and a small black box.

[color=orchid]”Why do I doubt myself? I’m always right.”[/color]

Melodia smiled wry from ear to ear, and she thought to herself. [b]All of this bad karma must be paying off![/b] This device was indeed a bomb, a mana bomb of some sort that had just gone off telling by the timer. Normal people would ask who, why, for what purpose would they do such a horrible thing? But Melodia simply saw an opportunity to gather some knowledge, as nothing else would have as much value. The black box in particular caught her attention, it was made of a strange metal she hasn’t seen before— thick, resilient, perhaps from that Dorksteel region? Her curiosity got the best of her, and anxiously she poured the solution along the side of the black box, carefully trying not to let whatever was inside corrode away.

[color=orchid]”Futile.”[/color] Melodia huffed as the solution simply rolled away.

But her thoughts would now be reserved once again, as the portal she herself fell from began to hum and roar to life once again. But rather than absorbing, it seemed to be expelling wind and debris this time— and then a person. But it wasn’t someone that Melodia really knew, recognizing it was the young lord Reason. She removed her goggles and carefully tucked the black box she had removed behind her to conceal it from the man before she spoke.

[color=orchid]”Have a nice fall, Mr. Reason? Where’s your betrothed?”[/color] Melodia rudely questioned, offering the man a curtsy and fabricated smile.