King Cosmos

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

Sumiye King – Acting Chief Engineer

As always, news travelled quickly on a military vessel. There was no method of communication faster than a well-developed grapevine of people with too much spare time on their hands and before she even had time to adjust to the announcement of her new responsibilities herself, anyone and everyone was looking to her for answers.

Answers that she currently did not have.

Sumiye had only just finished a conference call with the other senior engineers, each person calling in from different parts of the ship to relay status updates, inform each other of problems, devise solutions and begin the long and arduous process of putting the Thucydides back together, when the next headache knocked on the door of her quarters/office. She looked up from the screen in her hand, turning away from a typed out message to the EVA team requesting someone who didn’t mind swimming through coolant two hundred degrees below zero to fix a few pipes as she gave the person on the other side of the door permission to enter. The door slid to the side to reveal a woman in military dress, the unfamiliar crewmember snapping off an unnecessary salute before taking exactly one step across the threshold and stopping again. “Chief Engineer.”

“No.”

Confusion flashed across a young face before they were able to school themselves. “Ma’am? E-excuse me?”

“I’m not the chief engineer; that’s still Chief Gottfried. I’m a senior engineer, or acting chief engineer if you prefer.” Looking back to the screen Sumiye pressed send on the EVA request before moving on to the next item of import on her long, long list of things to do today. It wasn’t until a minute or two later that she looked up and realised that the crew member was still standing there. Sighing, she placed the screen down on her desk and turned in her chair to face them fully. Maybe she had been a little too harsh there, but over the past few hours she found more and more people referring to her by a title that wasn’t hers, that she hadn’t earned; some did it jokingly, some more seriously, but either way she had to nip it in the bud before it became a thing.

Sumiye wasn’t the chief; he was still laid out in the infirmary. Alive. Even if he wasn’t that still wouldn’t make her chief; that whole ‘field promotion because your superior officer died’ didn’t apply to civilians and was morbid as hell even it is did. She wanted no part in it, as a joke or otherwise.

No reason to take that out on some random enlisted who didn’t mean any harm though. “What did you need?”

“The captain has requested your presence in her quarters ma’am. She wants your report on the current situation.”

She shouldn’t have asked. Leaning back in her chair Sumiye suppressed a groan, hiding it under the guise of turning away to retrieve her portable screen. “She’s requesting I go there now?” A nod from the crew member had the acting-chief engineer stomping down on another groan as she stood from her chair, tucked her screen into her overalls and moved towards the door.

“Alright, tell her I’m on my way.”

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

Sumiye King – Senior Engineer

“I need a report guys, come on! Give me the bad news.”

The engine decks of the Thucydides were abuzz with activity as soon as Sumiye and her crew were given clearance to leave their quarters and get back to their stations and their work, which at the moment meant assessing the damage to the ships primary means of sub-lightspeed propulsion and finding out what was what. The senior engineer read through the periodic updates from her team on a portable terminal as she walked through the halls, stopping to check on a system every now and then as she made her way towards the main engine room herself to check it in person.

Her engineers down there were reporting no major damage to the engines themselves, which was good; they were operational and more importantly showed no signs of energy leaks or surges. She’d ordered them shut down anyway, just to be on the safe side; the last thing they needed was for the damn things to overload and finish the job that the FTL had started by blowing up the whole ship. It had turned out to the correct decision when some of her other engineers found out that a bunch of pipes had burst a few decks down, pissing coolant at an alarming rate and simultaneous flooding and freezing the rear lower decks. Despite the leaks making entire sections of the ship uninhabitable, the lack of coolant also meant that it the engines weren’t shut down they would eventually overheat.

They’d stopped the flow for now and were already making plans to patch the pipes and restore flow to the engines. She just hoped they could salvage some of the lost coolant or else they might not have enough to run the engines at full power.

Aside from the main engines, the manoeuvring thrusters were about 60% operational; a few of them had burned themselves out trying to steer the runaway ship away from the planet and then directing it towards the chosen landing site once that wasn’t an option. That accounted for about 5 to 10% of the losses, with the remainder being lost to the crash itself. Therein lay the problem. 60% would be enough to control the ship, if just barely, were it not for the fact that most of the working thrusters were location on top of and at the back of the ship; the damaged ones were mostly located on the underside, as anything down there that wasn’t very sturdy was basically crushed under the not inconsiderable weight of the ship itself when it touched down.

Sumiye let out a sigh.

At least the hull hadn’t been breached, as far as she could tell. They’d probably have to head outside and check that themselves at some point though, just to be safe. Probably the biggest task they had ahead of them was just going to be manually checking all of the things that the sensors around the ship were currently telling them, since they couldn’t be sure that they hadn’t been damaged in the crash as well.

“Has anyone heard from the Chief? He should have gotten in touch with me by now.”

A few second passed before a response came in, Sumiye stopping in her tracks as the first line of text appeared.

[Chief Gottfried injured in crash.]

[Currently in medbay.]

[Unconscious and non-responsive.]

[You’re in charge now.]

“Shit.”

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

Morgana Faith

Her head was killing her.

Thankfully that was the only thing Morgana had to deal with. With everything that had just happened she was lucky to be walking away from this with nothing more than a headache and some fatigue. Collapsing as she had was no big deal; she was simply feeling the effects of overtaxing herself in creating a three-layered sealing ritual on the fly while being bombarded with eldritch energy without her usual protections in place. Her own fault really; she may have cut a few corners along the way, made things inefficient and compensating for it by pumping more mana than was wise into it. Worth it in the end, the dagger needed to be sealed away.

Her seal wouldn’t last forever, but the last she saw the artefact was being placed in a containment box by some men in uniform. Might be best to check up on that herself later; make sure the technicians understood what they were dealing with.

Just as soon as the stars faded from her vision.

Luckily, even without her wards she wasn’t as sensitive to that kind of thing as the fae or demons were, otherwise things might have been worse; having magic be a core part of your being had its upsides, but also its downsides. Instead of going through what Faye had the sensation Morgana was feeling now was not entirely unlike a hangover, just without the fun part leading up to it.

It might be worth making a few more warded items once she got a chance, so she wouldn’t have to give her up hat should this happen again. She already knew the design for the wards, though they wouldn’t be much use for the non-magical members of the team and she had no idea how her circuits would work when activated by elven or shamanistic magic; fae magic either for that matter, though it seemed to function well enough under pressure. Rituals made by other people never worked as well as ones that you created yourself either, so the drop in effectiveness would need to be accounted for. Maybe a set of linked items that would all activate at once should she activate hers? That posed its own risks though and potentially outweighed the benefits of wards in the first place.

Something to think about.

Once the stars went away.

Amanda approached her as she was thinking and asked if she and Xaviron wanted to see the sights. “Are we tourists now? We just discovered that this arms smuggling ring may be dealing in eldritch artefacts alongside everything else they’re suspected of; is this really the time to be seeing the sights?”

Morgana had been planning on working after all this was finished, probably late into the night. Once she had checked in on the artefact to make sure that it was properly contained, which was not her job but she would be doing it anyway, she needed to re-key the wards on her clothes and purge them of any lingering energies, examine the circuits on her hat to make sure Faye’s mana hadn’t corrupted them in any way, then contact her lab back in England to check-up on her assistants and see how their projects were going. Not to mention the fact that she wanted to look into what she had found in the warehouse a little more; the teleportation circle had been on her mind since she saw it and she had a few ideas on how to go about finding out who made it.

She would make a start on all of that once this briefing was over. Just as soon as her head stopped…

Oh whatever, it could wait a day.

“Yes, fine. I could use a night off.”

@Kumbaris

Digimon Net Ocean: Nightmare Archipelago

As it stands I can finish Gotsumon's explanation with my next post and give everyone the holidays for character interactions before I push out our inciting incident to start some action. I feel like I can take care of our slack by controlling our open characters and use them for something I had planned for later and turn them into NPCs. Sound like a plan?

@WaywardK

Yeah, that sounds fine to me. I'm looking forward to some character interaction; I feel like a lot of RPs don't leave much room for that.

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

Commonwealth of Humanity Citizen Database – Sumiye King – Senior Engineer

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Sumiye King

"I know the inside of this ship like I know the back of my hand; I have the blueprints for both."

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Name: Sumiye King

Age: 36

Gender Identity: Female

Relationship Status: Single

Occupation: Senior Engineer

Place of Residence: The Thucydides (Current); Austin, Texas (Former)

Appearance: Sumiye stands at roughly 5’ 8” tall and has an average build; her shoulders and arms are well muscled due to her constant work with machinery, but aside from this she is not particularly athletic. Her heritage gives her complexion an olive tone, but her skin is a little on the pale side from time spent mostly indoors or on long trips in space. Tattoos cover her left arm and shoulder while her right arm is prosthetic, replaced voluntarily years ago to give herself an advantage over the competition. The casing of her prosthetic is the same as that of her skin, but from a glance it is obvious that it is made out of metal or plastic and it has visible joints and seams.

Black hair falls to chin length, not quite reaching her shoulders, and is often messily tied back into a ponytail or a topknot to keep it out of her face. Her facial features are soft and round, while the shape of her face itself is angular; a round nose, round eyes and large lips sit on a face with sharp cheekbones and a pointed chin. The skin of her hands and arms, her real one anyway, is covered in little scars, burn marks or callouses from working with tools and machinery and her fingertips are stained an almost permanent shade of black from years.

History: The only daughter of an American father and a Japanese mother, Sumiye was born and raised in Austin, Texas. With the birth of the Commonwealth and mankind’s expansion into the stars, the state had become home to a number of “dry docks” used to construct and even launch spaceships both military and civilian due to its size and large areas of uninhabited land; even though the city she grew up in wasn’t exactly close to any of these shipyards, the ships themselves were large enough that she was able to see them blast into the sky regularly as she was growing up.

Like most children she was fascinated by them and like many children she wanted to be a pilot when she was young. When she was a little older and she learned that ships of that size didn’t usually have just a single pilot, she changed her mind to wanting to become a ship captain instead. That idea fell through as well, mostly because over time Sumiye began to realise that she hated the idea of being in charge of so many people like that; being a captain was a huge responsibility, not the kind of fun adventure she had first imagined it would be.

Her fascination with ships and space travel in general continued however and as a teen she instead turned her attention to learning how they worked and how they were put together. Upon graduating high school she attended university to study engineering, earning a degree in Astronautics while minoring in whatever other courses took her interest. Her first job as a new graduate was at one of the same shipyards whose ships she used to stare at as a child, helping to build freighters for the civilian sector; big, blocky ugly things that taught her a lot about what working on a real ship was like. After a couple years she transferred to a military shipyard where she got to work of various types of warships; just as big, a little less blocky and closer in design to the civilian ships than she would have expected.

A few more years passed and she was recommended for a position as an engineer on a newly built cruiser being launched in a few months; she would be hired as a civilian contractor, meaning she wouldn’t have to join the military, but the idea of serving on a military vessel far away from her home planet was still something that concerned her. After much deliberation and a few conversations with her parents she decided to accept the offer, but not before getting her arm replaced with a prosthetic that would help her do her job.

Working on an active ship was a very different experience to what she was doing before; less to do with putting a ship together and more concerned with keeping it together. Diagnosing problems rather than working to a blueprint, maintaining systems so they didn’t break down, rigorously checking everything because a single mistake could mean being stranded in the cold void of space, scrambling to fix the things they didn’t catch so they weren’t stranded in the cold void of space. A monotonous yet high stress job broken up by occasional moments of chaos. She thrived there and in the year that she worked on the cruiser she impressed the chief engineer enough that when he was redeployed to an Exploratory vessel he recommended her for a job alongside him and asked her to come along. That was how she joined the crew of the Thucydides just before their third expedition and this is now her third time flying with them.

Cybernetic/Genetic Enhancements: Sumiye’s right arm has been replaced by a prosthetic which was intended to assist her with her work as a mechanic and engineer. It is not build from strength or durability, though it better at both than her old flesh and blood was, and is instead fitted with a number of sensors and instruments that let her feel what is going on with the machinery around her.

Skills: As a senior engineer working with the Thucydides crew, it is expected that Sumiye possess the requisite skills and experience to fill the role. As a civilian contractor hired by the Commonwealth government she has been assigned to the Thucydides or ships like it for years and has been on many voyages in deep space before; though none quite like this one.

She has extensive, in-depth knowledge of the Thucydides and its inner workings and in particular was in charge of the team responsible for maintaining the ships main and manoeuvring thrusters. Not the FLT drive though; you can blame that on someone else. Her skill set is eclectic, having worked on a lot of different ships in a lot of different places, but she specialises in astronautics and more generally in mechanical engineering.

Reason for joining the crew of the Thucydides: Because the pay is amazing for someone of her skillset and because the Commonwealths Exploratory vessels are often some of the most advances in their fleet. It would be foolish to turn down the career opportunity to work as an engineer on a mission such as this.

Miscellaneous Facts: Sumiye is an avid painter in her spare time, though she doesn’t often get to express it while working on spaceships with limited room for luxuries.

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

Commonwealth of Humanity Citizen Database – Sumiye King – Senior Engineer

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Sumiye King

"I know the inside of this ship like I know the back of my hand; I have the blueprints for both."

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Name: Sumiye King

Age: 36

Gender Identity: Female

Relationship Status: Single

Occupation: Senior Engineer

Place of Residence: The Thucydides (Current); Austin, Texas (Former)

Appearance: Sumiye stands at roughly 5’ 8” tall and has an average build; her shoulders and arms are well muscled due to her constant work with machinery, but aside from this she is not particularly athletic. Her heritage gives her complexion an olive tone, but her skin is a little on the pale side from time spent mostly indoors or on long trips in space. Tattoos cover her left arm and shoulder while her right arm is prosthetic, replaced voluntarily years ago to give herself an advantage over the competition. The casing of her prosthetic is the same as that of her skin, but from a glance it is obvious that it is made out of metal or plastic and it has visible joints and seams.

Black hair falls to chin length, not quite reaching her shoulders, and is often messily tied back into a ponytail or a topknot to keep it out of her face. Her facial features are soft and round, while the shape of her face itself is angular; a round nose, round eyes and large lips sit on a face with sharp cheekbones and a pointed chin. The skin of her hands and arms, her real one anyway, is covered in little scars, burn marks or callouses from working with tools and machinery and her fingertips are stained an almost permanent shade of black from years.

History: The only daughter of an American father and a Japanese mother, Sumiye was born and raised in Austin, Texas. With the birth of the Commonwealth and mankind’s expansion into the stars, the state had become home to a number of “dry docks” used to construct and even launch spaceships both military and civilian due to its size and large areas of uninhabited land; even though the city she grew up in wasn’t exactly close to any of these shipyards, the ships themselves were large enough that she was able to see them blast into the sky regularly as she was growing up.

Like most children she was fascinated by them and like many children she wanted to be a pilot when she was young. When she was a little older and she learned that ships of that size didn’t usually have just a single pilot, she changed her mind to wanting to become a ship captain instead. That idea fell through as well, mostly because over time Sumiye began to realise that she hated the idea of being in charge of so many people like that; being a captain was a huge responsibility, not the kind of fun adventure she had first imagined it would be.

Her fascination with ships and space travel in general continued however and as a teen she instead turned her attention to learning how they worked and how they were put together. Upon graduating high school she attended university to study engineering, earning a degree in Astronautics while minoring in whatever other courses took her interest. Her first job as a new graduate was at one of the same shipyards whose ships she used to stare at as a child, helping to build freighters for the civilian sector; big, blocky ugly things that taught her a lot about what working on a real ship was like. After a couple years she transferred to a military shipyard where she got to work of various types of warships; just as big, a little less blocky and closer in design to the civilian ships than she would have expected.

A few more years passed and she was recommended for a position as an engineer on a newly built cruiser being launched in a few months; she would be hired as a civilian contractor, meaning she wouldn’t have to join the military, but the idea of serving on a military vessel far away from her home planet was still something that concerned her. After much deliberation and a few conversations with her parents she decided to accept the offer, but not before getting her arm replaced with a prosthetic that would help her do her job.

Working on an active ship was a very different experience to what she was doing before; less to do with putting a ship together and more concerned with keeping it together. Diagnosing problems rather than working to a blueprint, maintaining systems so they didn’t break down, rigorously checking everything because a single mistake could mean being stranded in the cold void of space, scrambling to fix the things they didn’t catch so they weren’t stranded in the cold void of space. A monotonous yet high stress job broken up by occasional moments of chaos. She thrived there and in the year that she worked on the cruiser she impressed the chief engineer enough that when he was redeployed to an Exploratory vessel he recommended her for a job alongside him and asked her to come along. That was how she joined the crew of the Thucydides just before their third expedition and this is now her third time flying with them.

Cybernetic/Genetic Enhancements: Sumiye’s right arm has been replaced by a prosthetic which was intended to assist her with her work as a mechanic and engineer. It is not build from strength or durability, though it better at both than her old flesh and blood was, and is instead fitted with a number of sensors and instruments that let her feel what is going on with the machinery around her.

Skills: As a senior engineer working with the Thucydides crew, it is expected that Sumiye possess the requisite skills and experience to fill the role. As a civilian contractor hired by the Commonwealth government she has been assigned to the Thucydides or ships like it for years and has been on many voyages in deep space before; though none quite like this one.

She has extensive, in-depth knowledge of the Thucydides and its inner workings and in particular was in charge of the team responsible for maintaining the ships main and manoeuvring thrusters. Not the FLT drive though; you can blame that on someone else. Her skill set is eclectic, having worked on a lot of different ships in a lot of different places, but she specialises in astronautics and more generally in mechanical engineering.

Reason for joining the crew of the Thucydides: Because the pay is amazing for someone of her skillset and because the Commonwealths Exploratory vessels are often some of the most advances in their fleet. It would be foolish to turn down the career opportunity to work as an engineer on a mission such as this.

Miscellaneous Facts: Sumiye is an avid painter in her spare time, though she doesn’t often get to express it while working on spaceships with limited room for luxuries.

The Friestan Incident, A Sci-Fi Fantasy Fusion RP.

I'm interested in this. Been writing a lot of fantasy lately, so it'll be good to do some sci-fi for a change.

Salty Seadogs of Justice, A One Piece Marine RP

I'm interested.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

Morgana Faith

“That could not have been one minute already.”

Arabic.

The language she chose was Arabic.

Her finger moved rapidly through the air, drawing out lines of scrawling script that filled in the empty spaces of the ever expanding pattern, stopping only to swipe her hand across the entire span of the circle to add another wall to the prison.

The world was a vast place, filled with innumerable civilisations and cultures, each with their own languages and histories and philosophies. Their own magic. Every culture in history had developed their own forms of magecraft at one point or another and most of the time they did so almost independently of each other; there was some cross pollination of ideas of course, knowledge carried with traders and travelling scholars or simply stolen when one culture decided to take from another, but for the most part everyone found their own way through the arcane.

While academically these stumbling discoveries of magic from early civilisations were interesting, it led to a lot of useless repetition; the wheel reinvented a dozen times over. These were the commonalities, the same spells invented everywhere because everywhere had need of them; healing, scrying, the ability to do harm and the ability to protect against harm. And sealing. Every culture needed to be able to seal away the dark things that should be kept out of the light of day; those that couldn’t find a way to do so definitely didn’t survive. The differences in magic came from what each civilisation prioritised or found important enough to dedicate more time or effort too; sometimes influenced by the culture that they had sprung from, but sometimes out of necessity. Magic from Britain for example had become a subtle thing over the centuries, influenced by the increasingly hostile environment it found itself in; even after magic was revealed to the world at large that had remained the case.

Morgana finished another line of script with a flourish as she completed the first of three incantations; reverse. Then she cut her hand across the pattern again to draw a line, forming a triangle within the circle.

She chose Arabic, because mages from the Middle-East had always been particularly, unusually good and creating seals designed to leash, command or even control being more powerful than themselves. Why? Because of the Jinn. Spiritual entities, neither good nor evil, that for millennia had been invoked, conjured, sealed and commanded by various mages and rulers. While they weren’t the only culture to deal with creatures of that nature their presence in the region and their influence on Arabic culture had necessitated the creation of magics to deal with them.

Another line of script flew into place as it was completed, the second incantation of three; protect. Another two slashes of her hand in a ‘V’ shape added two more straight lines on top of the triangle.

Demons, angels, spirits, even lesser gods; all could and had been sealed before. Eldritch power was something unlike any of those things though. It was a world apart, a dimension apart, from anything any cultures ever had to deal with sealing away, rendering centuries or even millennia of knowledge obsolete. It had only been six years since the Abomination was destroyed, since they could truly begin to study it and begin to adapt new magic to its foreign nature; only six years to reinvent an entire branch of magic to deal with something incomprehensible.

The third incantation slid into position; seal. The drew the final line with her hand, definitively, as she drew the last line to form the second triangle on top of the first, pointing the opposite way so as to form a six pointed star. The Seal of Solomon, with her own touches to account for the fact that this wasn’t some genie she was putting back in its lamp.

Reverse. The flow of eldritch energies pouring from the knife the biker had embedded in his hand began to change direction, rushing back the way it came and heading back towards the artefact as it exited his body.

Protect. A ward of protection was placed between the artefact and the biker, preventing the flow of energies from starting up again once it had completed its journey. It wouldn’t hold forever, but it would prevent her work from being undone long enough for the third incantation to take effect.

Seal. The prison was placed around the knife, the walls closing down around it as the locks were put into place and the artefact was contained. This too was just a temporary measure, something to prevent the knife from being used a second time until a proper ritual could be put into place to lock the thing away forever.

Morgana kept her eyes open long enough to see her efforts take effect and then she collapsed.

@Kumbaris

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

Morgana Faith

The gunfire and screams coming from the street sounded muted from Morgana’s position; not because of distance, she had only retreated as far as the rear of the house when the bikers had returned after all, but because of the sound dampening effect she had placed over herself. It didn’t stop her from hearing the worst of the fighting, since it wouldn’t do to be taken by surprised because she’d completely deafened herself, but it did help to take the edge of a little.

How had she ended up in this position? That was a question she seemed to be asking herself a lot today; crawling around an abandoned warehouse was one thing and even interesting in its own way, a nice change or pace, but fighting? Defusing mines? She needed to have a nice long talk with whatever bastard had recommended her for this mission once this was all over and done with.

Assuming she didn’t get shot first that was.

Or blown up.

A tingling in her left arm alerted her to the presence of demonic magic in the area, the ward she had drawn into her clothing there activating automatically; hostile demonic magic specifically, since she had keyed the wards to ignore the non-hostile kind seeing as how a few of the researchers in her department were demons themselves. It was annoying to have her wards go off every time Lab 3 needed to run an experiment. Unusual for humans to be able to wield that kind of thing though; even more unusual for a biker gang to have their own mages, but she supposed if they were dealing with international arms smugglers they shouldn’t be surprised when they had some fire power.

No pun intended.

Hopefully the others would be able to deal with them. She felt a little bad for leaving them all to deal with it themselves, but she wouldn’t be much use in a fight. It wasn’t her forte. If they needed someone to decipher something one of the six languages she spoke, or throw together a ritual, or create a ward to deal with some kind of cursed object, then she could help them.

Through the sound dampening effect she heard a particularly loud and harrowing scream from the other side of the building, before a shiver quite literally ran up her spine and multiple wards activated at once. Morgana stepped away from the building right as something crashed into it from the street-side and half of the mines inside erupted at once.

“Shit.”

She rushed around the building, hurrying back to where the fighting was taking place and already drawing lines and shapes in the air with a glowing finger as she ran. It seemed demonic magic and arms dealing weren’t the only kinds of dangerous things these bikers liked the dabble in; no, they had to play around with the corpse of the thing that broke the moon into pieces. Idiots.

“There’s nothing I hate more than mages that chase power over understanding; especially when so few of them understand what true power really is.”

By the time she made it back to the others they seemed, against all odds, to actually have the situation under control; the android, the shaman and the mercenary were hammering the abomination with everything they had and were managing to do some damage. She continued drawing her circles nonetheless, dragging her work through the air with her as she slowly added more and more complexity to the design; circles within circles within circles, creating a larger pattern out of smaller ones, each part building towards something greater, something bigger, something infinite.

She found herself standing behind one of the cars they had arrived in, with a less than stellar looking Faye at her feet and a constantly warping collection of stones and glass shards around her feet. Right, her sensitive magical senses were probably playing havoc with her right now. With her free hand Morgana removed the witch’s hat from her head and immediately felt the wave of eldritch magic wash over her, digging into her brain like a railroad spike even when she wasn’t looking at the transformed mage directly. She placed the hat down on Faye’s head. “Here. Pour some mana into the brim; it should block some of the effects.”

Out of the corner of her eye she saw something flash towards the beast, Amanda flying in to punch it in the head. She waved to get the android’s attention. “Amanda! Keep that thing busy for another minute or two and I should be able to seal it.”

The framework was already done, the shape that would become that things prison once she was done with it. All she had to do now was design the lock. “Now, which language should I use to put you back in your box?”

@Kumbaris@13org