Chapter 16: Wild Wings, Wet Willys
Chapter 16: Wild Wings, Wet Willys
I end up trying to get the suit on, feeling memories guide me into getting the thing on without a kiosk putting it on. It was more suited for swapping suits rather than initially putting one on. The RIG pinched when it tapped into my back, between the wings. The gauntlets for the basic pathfinding tools were reinforced for walking on, for my RIG, and the building tool bracer actually fit over the suit as well, thankfully self-adjusting in size. I would need to go over these new yet familiar tools and enchant them properly. I had some interesting ideas for making them much more convenient and comfortable to get on and off.
It of course took a while to actually finish getting dressed. Something I have both never done and had done countless times in those artificial memories. Being able to fly places or blow steam to clean a gunked machine were invaluable on many a job it seemed.
I'm just thankful for Bahamut's grace, THat I can tell which memory is mine and which is not quite mine. It is me in these memories, but they are not truly mine. This will take me time to get used to, But I will manage. I am a Dragon, after all. The helmet, having been collapsed into its standby collar clips onto the suit and I tap a button to make it close manually. I also 'remember' having my suit tuned to not cover my head in 'oxygen-based submerged hydrospheres' the suit's way of saying, being underwater, unless my stress hormones elevated. Another tap to the control and the helmet re-collapses. And then, a clever thought fills my mind, as I start undressing from the suit I JUST got into.
An illusion rune enchantment on the suit itself to render the fabric/suit portions of it near invisible. It will possibly look very 'adventurey' to use a term of one of my previous traveling companions, referring to how he liked to dress in such odd manners. Bits of adornment, and perhaps a few too many belts for my taste. Some of them didn't do anything but burden him. A soft chuckle as I pull back from that memory, and finish disrobing. I get some things to work with, quartz to grind up, some metal to bind the rune sigil into. Copper would work for this, it was not to be something powerful, just a minor glamor effect.
I get to work with some tools, figuring out how I want the rune formed takes a while, as I think of the other things as well, I have gotten. I might be able to make RIGs for my kobolds soon, If I can find the materials, and figure out how to make them. Maybe the Ficsit tools could make new building tools for my kobolds as well. Then there are the mining tools I know I can get parts from that store kiosk, somehow. I just have this feeling it will accept resources of a certain value to give me credits, to use on other things. But it bears testing.
That seems to be my fate, now, testing powers or things I am obtaining. I just hope this is not part of some strange eldritch or demonic/devil pact, or worse. I've not gotten any bad feelings from these memories yet, but I plan to keep a metaphorical eye on things and myself. So far the worst I've seen was those tomes, with little memory about them, from those dungeon keepers, or underlords.
My claws and magic will the metals into shape, a natural talent I have always had, Perhaps marking me as a Forge Wyrm back home. I've been naturally gifted in making things. A gentle flow of steam as I crush the quartz in my claws to infuse into the pieces of copper, pushing my magic into the inscribed runes. I take my time and keep working and with a simple modification to the RIG suit, I insert the finished quartz-infused copper parts into the suit. When worn the suit itself will be near invisible, but not while not worn. I seal the small pouches holding the runes and then try the suit on. It goes on a little quicker as well, before I close it up, and most of the suit mostly vanishes, leaving the gauntlets and other metal bits visible. Touching at the suit makes the mostly clear material ripple a little, causing me to nod. I'm proud of my scales and have no reason to hide them afterall.
I leave the helmet stowed in the neckpiece, while I get ready to head out for a flight. A quick check via my Coreheart's sight, and I can see the kobolds are… still quite happy. I focus back in front of myself and head out of the lair and into the late afternoon spring air. Taking to the skies takes a little getting used to with actually having the RIG back unit, and the material covering my wings, I figure it was good to work through getting a good feel for the air with the suit on. The maglocks were also interesting things. I had four rather than a human's two for the boots.
My flying is a bit more awkward with the cloth over my wings, but I grow used to it, before flying over the ocean, thinking ot trying out that… ARK of mine. Getting a feel for it. Also I Should see, And yes, It looks like Willey is out fishing, I fly down and work on my landing in the suit, knowing I am heavier with it on. "Ho Fisherman!" I call out before landing on the pier, startling him before he looks around, just as I land near the end of the curved pier near his shop. "Hey Willy." I didn't try to mask my booted claws hitting wood, either." he pats his chest after jumping at seeing me, when I hadn't been there when he last looked in that direction.
"Gah! Give a poor fisherman a heart attack, Why don't you, you flying Gecko! Scared me half out of my wits! And made me drop my pole in the water too!" He says with only a tiny bit of heat to the tone, as he starts laughing, at having been 'Got'. He was generally a good-natured local. "It's been an age since I last seen Ya.. and what do ya do when we get back together? Be a big terrifying flying lizard," he says with a chuckle. "Now my rod's in the sea. Mind getting it for me? I'd rather have that one back, you know."
I smirk and nod. "Sure thing. Want me to fetch a crab while I'm down there? Or maybe a lobster if I see any?" He laughs and nods, adjusting his askew old hat, as I jump into the ocean for his lost fishing rod. It does not take long to find it, and I spot a crab investigating the rod even, I grab it with a gauntleted claw and swim back to shore holding both prizes. Glad that my building tool and suit were both water-rated. In fact, I think most of the machines I had for resource extraction and mining could be set up for water usage with a little tweaking, I think. I walk up onto the pier on three legs holding the fishing rod in my teeth and a squirming crab in my claw. "Here ya gho." I vocalize around the rod. I did reel it in before taking it into my mouth of course.
He takes it, laughing, and then takes the squirming crab and tosses it into a bucket where he had been sitting. "Soo... What's with the fancy stuff all over you? Looks sort of like you got gloves and boots on now?"
I chuckle a bit, and nod, breaking the illusion effect by starting the unfastening but stopping it there. "It's a work suit I found." I say, without being fully obvious as to 'how' i found it. "I altered it to where the suit itself doesn't hide my hide. I'm proud of my scales, after all!" I say with a slight raise of tone as if I were offended at the thought of hiding my scales. This draws a guffaw from the fisherman. "The helmet is really fancy. It folds down into this piece around my head. It wraps around my horns too. It'll be great the next time someone has had too many beans near me." I add. "The boots and gloves, they seem to be magnetic at times. It's really cool. And no, I did not find any that would fit a human, Sorry." I give a wing-shrug, and re-fit the suit, causing it to go mostly transparent again. So, How was your fishing trip?" I ask, changing the subject.
"Oh, that's impressive, there Morodai. WIsh I could have one like that if it has its own air. Sounds like a diving suit, even if you don't need it, bein' a water dragon after all. And yeah, Wish I could get one. Would make fer interesting times going underwater for me. But anyway… The trip went well, got some good fishing, and I'm back probably fer good, actually. Getting a little too old to be doing that fishing, Gonna run my shop, and do some good fishing on the shore and pier, I think. Aah... It's good to be home!" he gives a satisfied chuckle at this point, which brings a smile to me.
"Glad you made it safely to shore then. Shame about the retirement, You mentioned really enjoying it despite the hard work." He gives a nod and sits to cast his line back into the water, after a rebaiting of the hook. "Anyway, I have a bunch of Kobolds, little bipedal dragon-kin, about, This tall," I hold up a claw at the approximate height of a kobold. "And some of them have made improvised fishing poles. I figured I might have to get them proper supplies for fishing." He smirks and gives a nod.
"Well then, I'll have to see about gettin' enough rods for them. How many kobolds are there?" HE asks with a happy smile, eager to have more people enjoying the 'art of fishing' as he might put it. "It'll likely take a bit to get them in, Since I gave my old rod to THe newcomer in town, Allan."
I give a short nod. "Glad to hear he has an interest in fishing too. Some of the tastiest meat is the kind that swims." I remark. "As for how many kobolds live with me, currently one hundred, though I think we won't need that many fishing poles, especially to start with." I chuckle slightly at his shocked expression.
"W-wha? Yer serious lad?" he shakes his head and pulls out his pipe and sets it up, before lighting it, to calm his shock. A puff before he sighs a little. "That'll take a bit, to start with fer' certain. But. If they're willin' to share rods or only soo many have interest in fishing, it shouldn't be too hard to manage. I'll happily start the process, of course, Morodai. But, that always takes time, of course." he makes a grand gesture with his arms which causes him to overbalance and topple into the water, with a yelp. I jump in after the fisherman, and help him to shore.
Willy sputters and mutters as he drips all over the sand, face a deep red shade, as he wrings out his old hat, and dumps the sodden material from his pipe. "Not a word to anyone else, Morodai… Please." I smile and make a gesture with my claw, across my lips. His posture relaxes a bit as he trudges back to his shop and home. "I gotta get into some dry clothes now. You take care, Morodai. I'll see you around. How about… I try to get 25 basic rods fer the Kobolds?"
"Sounds good." I respond and shake my wings loose of water on the suit. It wasn't completely water-proof, but wouldn't take too much work probably to fix. A quick casting of a spell to push the water out of the suit 'cleaning' it of being wet and I was good to go. I hear the door click closed as I ponder what to do next. Maybe fly out into the ocean and try out my ARK? It is why I flew out this way, afterall.
I end up trying to get the suit on, feeling memories guide me into getting the thing on without a kiosk putting it on. It was more suited for swapping suits rather than initially putting one on. The RIG pinched when it tapped into my back, between the wings. The gauntlets for the basic pathfinding tools were reinforced for walking on, for my RIG, and the building tool bracer actually fit over the suit as well, thankfully self-adjusting in size. I would need to go over these new yet familiar tools and enchant them properly. I had some interesting ideas for making them much more convenient and comfortable to get on and off.
It of course took a while to actually finish getting dressed. Something I have both never done and had done countless times in those artificial memories. Being able to fly places or blow steam to clean a gunked machine were invaluable on many a job it seemed.
I'm just thankful for Bahamut's grace, THat I can tell which memory is mine and which is not quite mine. It is me in these memories, but they are not truly mine. This will take me time to get used to, But I will manage. I am a Dragon, after all. The helmet, having been collapsed into its standby collar clips onto the suit and I tap a button to make it close manually. I also 'remember' having my suit tuned to not cover my head in 'oxygen-based submerged hydrospheres' the suit's way of saying, being underwater, unless my stress hormones elevated. Another tap to the control and the helmet re-collapses. And then, a clever thought fills my mind, as I start undressing from the suit I JUST got into.
An illusion rune enchantment on the suit itself to render the fabric/suit portions of it near invisible. It will possibly look very 'adventurey' to use a term of one of my previous traveling companions, referring to how he liked to dress in such odd manners. Bits of adornment, and perhaps a few too many belts for my taste. Some of them didn't do anything but burden him. A soft chuckle as I pull back from that memory, and finish disrobing. I get some things to work with, quartz to grind up, some metal to bind the rune sigil into. Copper would work for this, it was not to be something powerful, just a minor glamor effect.
I get to work with some tools, figuring out how I want the rune formed takes a while, as I think of the other things as well, I have gotten. I might be able to make RIGs for my kobolds soon, If I can find the materials, and figure out how to make them. Maybe the Ficsit tools could make new building tools for my kobolds as well. Then there are the mining tools I know I can get parts from that store kiosk, somehow. I just have this feeling it will accept resources of a certain value to give me credits, to use on other things. But it bears testing.
That seems to be my fate, now, testing powers or things I am obtaining. I just hope this is not part of some strange eldritch or demonic/devil pact, or worse. I've not gotten any bad feelings from these memories yet, but I plan to keep a metaphorical eye on things and myself. So far the worst I've seen was those tomes, with little memory about them, from those dungeon keepers, or underlords.
My claws and magic will the metals into shape, a natural talent I have always had, Perhaps marking me as a Forge Wyrm back home. I've been naturally gifted in making things. A gentle flow of steam as I crush the quartz in my claws to infuse into the pieces of copper, pushing my magic into the inscribed runes. I take my time and keep working and with a simple modification to the RIG suit, I insert the finished quartz-infused copper parts into the suit. When worn the suit itself will be near invisible, but not while not worn. I seal the small pouches holding the runes and then try the suit on. It goes on a little quicker as well, before I close it up, and most of the suit mostly vanishes, leaving the gauntlets and other metal bits visible. Touching at the suit makes the mostly clear material ripple a little, causing me to nod. I'm proud of my scales and have no reason to hide them afterall.
I leave the helmet stowed in the neckpiece, while I get ready to head out for a flight. A quick check via my Coreheart's sight, and I can see the kobolds are… still quite happy. I focus back in front of myself and head out of the lair and into the late afternoon spring air. Taking to the skies takes a little getting used to with actually having the RIG back unit, and the material covering my wings, I figure it was good to work through getting a good feel for the air with the suit on. The maglocks were also interesting things. I had four rather than a human's two for the boots.
My flying is a bit more awkward with the cloth over my wings, but I grow used to it, before flying over the ocean, thinking ot trying out that… ARK of mine. Getting a feel for it. Also I Should see, And yes, It looks like Willey is out fishing, I fly down and work on my landing in the suit, knowing I am heavier with it on. "Ho Fisherman!" I call out before landing on the pier, startling him before he looks around, just as I land near the end of the curved pier near his shop. "Hey Willy." I didn't try to mask my booted claws hitting wood, either." he pats his chest after jumping at seeing me, when I hadn't been there when he last looked in that direction.
"Gah! Give a poor fisherman a heart attack, Why don't you, you flying Gecko! Scared me half out of my wits! And made me drop my pole in the water too!" He says with only a tiny bit of heat to the tone, as he starts laughing, at having been 'Got'. He was generally a good-natured local. "It's been an age since I last seen Ya.. and what do ya do when we get back together? Be a big terrifying flying lizard," he says with a chuckle. "Now my rod's in the sea. Mind getting it for me? I'd rather have that one back, you know."
I smirk and nod. "Sure thing. Want me to fetch a crab while I'm down there? Or maybe a lobster if I see any?" He laughs and nods, adjusting his askew old hat, as I jump into the ocean for his lost fishing rod. It does not take long to find it, and I spot a crab investigating the rod even, I grab it with a gauntleted claw and swim back to shore holding both prizes. Glad that my building tool and suit were both water-rated. In fact, I think most of the machines I had for resource extraction and mining could be set up for water usage with a little tweaking, I think. I walk up onto the pier on three legs holding the fishing rod in my teeth and a squirming crab in my claw. "Here ya gho." I vocalize around the rod. I did reel it in before taking it into my mouth of course.
He takes it, laughing, and then takes the squirming crab and tosses it into a bucket where he had been sitting. "Soo... What's with the fancy stuff all over you? Looks sort of like you got gloves and boots on now?"
I chuckle a bit, and nod, breaking the illusion effect by starting the unfastening but stopping it there. "It's a work suit I found." I say, without being fully obvious as to 'how' i found it. "I altered it to where the suit itself doesn't hide my hide. I'm proud of my scales, after all!" I say with a slight raise of tone as if I were offended at the thought of hiding my scales. This draws a guffaw from the fisherman. "The helmet is really fancy. It folds down into this piece around my head. It wraps around my horns too. It'll be great the next time someone has had too many beans near me." I add. "The boots and gloves, they seem to be magnetic at times. It's really cool. And no, I did not find any that would fit a human, Sorry." I give a wing-shrug, and re-fit the suit, causing it to go mostly transparent again. So, How was your fishing trip?" I ask, changing the subject.
"Oh, that's impressive, there Morodai. WIsh I could have one like that if it has its own air. Sounds like a diving suit, even if you don't need it, bein' a water dragon after all. And yeah, Wish I could get one. Would make fer interesting times going underwater for me. But anyway… The trip went well, got some good fishing, and I'm back probably fer good, actually. Getting a little too old to be doing that fishing, Gonna run my shop, and do some good fishing on the shore and pier, I think. Aah... It's good to be home!" he gives a satisfied chuckle at this point, which brings a smile to me.
"Glad you made it safely to shore then. Shame about the retirement, You mentioned really enjoying it despite the hard work." He gives a nod and sits to cast his line back into the water, after a rebaiting of the hook. "Anyway, I have a bunch of Kobolds, little bipedal dragon-kin, about, This tall," I hold up a claw at the approximate height of a kobold. "And some of them have made improvised fishing poles. I figured I might have to get them proper supplies for fishing." He smirks and gives a nod.
"Well then, I'll have to see about gettin' enough rods for them. How many kobolds are there?" HE asks with a happy smile, eager to have more people enjoying the 'art of fishing' as he might put it. "It'll likely take a bit to get them in, Since I gave my old rod to THe newcomer in town, Allan."
I give a short nod. "Glad to hear he has an interest in fishing too. Some of the tastiest meat is the kind that swims." I remark. "As for how many kobolds live with me, currently one hundred, though I think we won't need that many fishing poles, especially to start with." I chuckle slightly at his shocked expression.
"W-wha? Yer serious lad?" he shakes his head and pulls out his pipe and sets it up, before lighting it, to calm his shock. A puff before he sighs a little. "That'll take a bit, to start with fer' certain. But. If they're willin' to share rods or only soo many have interest in fishing, it shouldn't be too hard to manage. I'll happily start the process, of course, Morodai. But, that always takes time, of course." he makes a grand gesture with his arms which causes him to overbalance and topple into the water, with a yelp. I jump in after the fisherman, and help him to shore.
Willy sputters and mutters as he drips all over the sand, face a deep red shade, as he wrings out his old hat, and dumps the sodden material from his pipe. "Not a word to anyone else, Morodai… Please." I smile and make a gesture with my claw, across my lips. His posture relaxes a bit as he trudges back to his shop and home. "I gotta get into some dry clothes now. You take care, Morodai. I'll see you around. How about… I try to get 25 basic rods fer the Kobolds?"
"Sounds good." I respond and shake my wings loose of water on the suit. It wasn't completely water-proof, but wouldn't take too much work probably to fix. A quick casting of a spell to push the water out of the suit 'cleaning' it of being wet and I was good to go. I hear the door click closed as I ponder what to do next. Maybe fly out into the ocean and try out my ARK? It is why I flew out this way, afterall.
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