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C-3 watched in dread silence, as everything burned down behind them; fists clenched in rage, as she trembled and her slime bubbled with a violence -- forcing Charlotte to drop her, and she fell to hand and foot. Standing on the tips of her fingers and toes, C-3 hissed; releasing smoke from the internal combustion that was taking place. “My home-stuff... It's all burning away... All burned... All again... Put it back... My treasure, my hoard... [Nip of Ability: Level Exchange]...” Charlotte would noticed that C-3 lost all her Levels in Thief, suddenly, as they dumped into Alchemist, and she gained several abilities and her MP sharply increased. Her back boiled across the surface, before her slime erupted in a gruesome display at three points; two at her “shoulder blades” and one at her “tailbone”.

[Lesser Alchemized Beast: Drake]...” she said, as her throat flexed to swallow a potion. Abruptly, the geysers of slime solidified into a pair of thick, chunky wings with no edges, but a sense of density, and a similarly rounded, heavy-looking tail. From her fingers and toes, thick, dulled talons ejected, and didn't seem able to articulate them as expertly as she could before. However, that was the least of Charlotte's worries, as C-3's MP sharply increased again -- almost four times her HP. “Haaa... [Beast Skill: Manaforge]... [Beast Skill: Untether]... Charr.... [Beast Skill: ...]... [Beast Skill...]... Grrr...” C-3 faltered, claws digging into the ground as she tried to stay awake -- her Stamina was burning away. Still, she lifted into the air; untethered by gravity, as a Alchemized Beast, “You destroyed everything... Don't care... I'll make you... [Beast Skill: Blaze]!

C-3 aligned herself above Charlotte and Mallory, and charged a swirling blaze at her mouth, before suddenly crashing back to the earth.

Her Stamina hit ZERO.

Charlotte could see the spells unwind and unravel to the ethereal, for Alchemy was no less fleeting than Wizardry, and C-3 slipped into unconsciousness; reverting to her original form. It would take nothing for the self-proclaimed Final Boss to get her back in her lute case, and quell her for a time.

And, maybe, think about her antics a little more than not at all.




All typos are glitches. Obviously.

All that C-3 took notice of was the massive blaze that was carelessly chewing up the forest that gave her sustenance and profit; as emerald and umber turned crimson and charcoal, and livelihood burned to ash. Forward, she surged off the cliff, so many stories above, “Pounding pestle. Unerring urn. Give into me, and, thusly, imbibe.” C-3 chanted, as she fell, a sphere forming in her palm, “Featherlight, and feather-fair. Mix, [Fairyfall Potion!]

C-3 bit into the sphere, ingesting the mixture of a herbs and oils that coursed within her, and her weight vanished; just in time, as she hit the ground. A baby cloud of dust was all her descent created, before she lunged to the fact of the fire heading to the town. As her weightlessness allows, she easily outpaced it, which allowed her time to fashion new potions. “This is too much, but I can't let the fire reach my nest! [ Lesser Elixir of Mana!] [Draught of Crafting!] [Draft of Deft Hands!] [Syrup of the Warrior!] [Syrup of the Wizard!] [Nectar of Brilliance!] [Nectar of Fortitude!] [Nectar of Fortune!] [ Nectar of Swiftness!]” C-3 nearly threw up, as she chugged each potion immediately, “Last one... [Flask of Liquid Courage!]

Each potion drained, and most of her MP exhausted, C-3 faced the fire, and spread her arms. “Here goes,” she set her feet, “First, [Warrior Skill: Vanguard!] Then, [Wizard Spell: Wind Wall, Swirl!]” C-3's body went fairly tense, as she hardened herself against attack, before a windy wall grew before her; pushing air back toward the encroaching wildfire and itself, swirling around and around. “Now, mix matter, mash material, mind over, and reality made claimed,” C-3 chanted, as her slimy form bubbled, “For the many, for the horde, for the swarm! [Explosive Plague!]

Suddenly, hundreds of small spheres were launched forward like a swarm of insects and vermin, but all caught in the wind wall. C-3 extended her hands, and focused. “Twist and twine, traps and snares, mine; Profession of a Saboteur, Task of an Alchemist, and Scheme of a Thief,” From her fingers, wires of magic and slime invaded the wind wall; catching hold of the swirling balls of explosions awaiting, and locking them in the turbulence. “Rising beyond the known, and create anew, [High-yield Explosives!]” Suddenly, the spheres quadrupled in size, before compressing to their original size. “Lock in place, [Daisy Cutter!] [Wizard Skill: Wind Wall, Surge!] [ Warrior Skill: Unshakeable Stand!]

C-3 gritted her teeth -- metaphorically -- and closed her eyes and fist, “Sweep it all away... [Fire Tsunami...]

Triggered, the high-yield explosives erupted, and mingled with each other, and the wind, and blew forwards as a genuine tsunami of fire; a wave of fire to wash over the fire that Charlotte started. The sheer heat was enough to glass the surface area, and char the underneath, but the town would be spared the victimization of what could have been them. Exhausted of all but her potion gifted MP, C-3 panted, and looked at her hands, as her slime dripped off; stopping after a minute, like a cut clotting.

Her physiology had taken a helluva hit.

Maaaannnn!!!” C-3 whined, her pitch much, much higher and devoid of its matured husk. “This is so unbecoming of a Dragon!

She was Loli-sized.


C-3 looked down at the screaming woman, and the newcomer, before going prone on her bare belly. Propping up on her elbow, the Saboteur extended her tongue; letting slimy drool gather and drip off the semisolid facsimile of the pulpy muscle. Disinterestedly, she was just trying to hit one of them, or both, -- okay, truthfully, she was just aiming for the woman. To be so reasonlessly antagonistic was a weird feeling, in her gooey gut, but, man, you just weren't you without a Snickers, you know?

"Like a distant thunder, rumble and herald... approaching storms precede the lightning's profane bane..." C-3 chanted, as a transmutation circle bound to her tongue, and her drool filled with explosives. "[Pop Rocks]!"

Now, her drool was not only slimy, but explosive, too. And, raining down on the twosome below for no real reason. Charlotte was such a bad influence.

Seriously.

This was totally her fault.

Dragon's weren't usually assholes.

Honest.



Attn: @Suku & @The Irish Tree
I'mma be real... we kinda figured everyone forgot they needed to actually post to progress. Like, legit.

C-3 was just excavating herself some Flint, when she heard the familiar squeaks and squeals of Charlotte rejoicing over the screaming of the intruder falling, possibly -- hopefully, perhaps -- to, her death. By curiosity, she found herself overwhelmed, and looked over to see Charlotte hugging some man with an impossibly impassive expression. “So unfaithful,” she narrowed her eyes, and extended her arms; a shortbow and quiver of arrow equipping to her. “I will have to teach you, a stark lesson in stepping out a dragon...

Beneath her feet, a massive transmutation circle appeared, as her slime bubbled, her torch oil blood boiled, and her flash powder spikes ignited. A phantasmal choir started to vocalize a haunting melody, as she drew an arrow, and a trio of transmutation semi-circles appeared; they pressed together flush, at the fletching, and became one. The semi-circle was jagged at the bottom, like a fanged mouth.

I am the Shell of my Bomb. Flint in my Body and Oil as my Blood,” she chanted, as she formed a matching semi-circle at the shortbow's arrow shelf, which was jagged at the top, completing the fanged mouth motif. “I have created over a Thousand Explosions; Unknown to Slime; Nor known to Man.” C-3 linked the two semi-circles together, and drew back on the nocked arrow; the singular circle becoming a trio again. “Have withstood Trial to create many Explosives; Yet these Hands will never hold Truth,” she continued her chant, as the shortbow and arrow were covered in slime, and her flames roared and brightened.

So, as I Craft --” C-3 loosed the arrow, now, a hardened mass of slime, and it sped through the air with a draconic roar; straight at Charlotte. A slumber rage awoke, a faint memory resurfaced, and her magic burst, as she invoked her spell:

[Carbon Dragon's Fang]...!



Attn: @The Irish Tree & @Guess Who
It was with a bubbling sigh, that C-3 found herself walking through the forest. Breakfast was in short supply, since Charlotte kept selling off her flash powder and flint to any pliable, rookie Rogue that thought themselves getting a hot deal. Numbers could get confusing, if your merchant had a silver tongue and a black heart. Sure, it was genuinely frustrating to have to go out and gather more, but the things we do for love(treasure), no? As such, she found herself at her favorite, little spot; a plain cliff that overlooked the village, and was hardly bothered by monsters.

Hardly, being the operative word.

Today, unfortunately, it saw the presence of some babbling nutcase.

Not for long, mind. For a dragon did not suffer fools that stood proudly upon their cliffs; nor entertain the insane, as they trod upon their flint nodes; nor idly allow loud trespassers to damage their property.

Move,” C-3 offers, bodily shoving the strange woman towards the cliff's edge. “Pray, be reborn as someone taciturn,” she offered in prayer, before moving to the flint node that the swordswoman had been stood upon, her sword sheathed inside, “[Excavation: Ore]

And, most importantly: did not miss breakfast.



Attn: @Suku
A sleeping Slime was a peaceable creature; easy to transport, easy to manipulate. However, an awoken Slime was less so. C-3 was sound asleep, and Charlotte had made the mistake of awakening her -- no, awakening a Dragon. Shifting inside the lute case, the black pool of slime rippled; large spikes of solidifies flash powder swirled, and rose up, as she formed herself. Sternly set, her expressionless eyes roved the room; literal lupid pools of blue-tinted torch oil fashioned into her “eyes” searching for her noisy savior/roommate/teammate(/future mate).

However, she was angry at being woke up.

Scenting the wood-smoke, C-3 formed her legs, and stalked out of the inn; clad in nothing but her slime, and spined. “Charlotte...” she growled. “Charlotte...” C-3 pressed her hand to her belly, and a [Transmutation Circle] etched underneath her hand; gathering flash powder, flint, and torch oil towards the surface. “Gather. Shift. Sift. Stir,” she chanted, “Mix together, [Explosive Ball]!"

Drawing her hand back, she pulled her own slime away in the form of a apple-sized ball, and reared back. “CHARLOTTE!” she roared, fastballing the explosive, aid by her [Foresight]. Even in the middle of her whining and rolling around, the potential Demon King/Queen/Lord/Lady(/Dragon Mate) would be able to hear the whistling of the winged sphere, and the shatter of the solidified slime, as it hit the ground.

There was a massive detonation that followed.

"Fuuuwaaahhhh...~!!!" C-3 yawned, stretching out, before trudging back to the inn.

It was breakfast time -- plus, cool people didn't look at explosion, and Dragons were totally cool people.



Attn: @The Irish Tree


Lv10 ThiefLv15 AlchemistLv5 Sabotuer
Cecilia Camilla Charr; a.k.a. C-3
Lv30HP: 150MP: 180
Gender: FemaleAge: UnknownRace: Slime

Adventurer Stats

Strength3 / 10
Speed9 / 10
Constitution5 / 10
Intelligence6 / 10
Charisma6 / 10
Luck9 / 10

Class
Saboteur

An Advanced Class fusing the explosive(-making) talents of an Alchemist with the deceptive (and thieving) wiles of a Thief. Being an Advanced Class, C-3 comes with some of the perks, albeit, not all the functions

Gimmicks

C-3, It’s Not Just A Nickname: Able to using her own slime as a transmutative material, C-3 mixes the receptive, living gelatin with her diet of flash powder, flint, and torch oil. By semi-solidifying these materials into a moldable mass, she can toss them as bombs or design them as traps that explode as a high-yield explosive when introduced to oxygen.

This unlocks the Advanced Class: Saboteur.



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