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Alchemical Solutions [Worm/Exalted]
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Gromweld
Learning By Mistake
Scraped from here.
Worm, a fantastic web serial, is owned by Wildbow. This quest will spoil a great deal - if not all - of the story, so if you haven't finished it already... go read it now! (Unless you don't care about spoilers, that is.)
Exalted, a delightful RPG system, is owned by White Wolf and CCP Games. Support the game by picking up a few PDFs on Drive-Thru RPG, would ya?
***
Story Index:
Arc 1: Spark
- 1.1
- 1.2
- 1.3
- 1.4
- 1.5
- 1.6
- 1.7
- Interlude: Simurgh
Arc 2: Ignition
- 2.1
- 2.2
- 2.3
- 2.4
- 2.5
- 2.6
- 2.7
- Interlude: Coil
- Interlude: Oblivion
- Interlude: Piggot
Arc 3: Fuel
- 3.1
- 3.2
- 3.3
- 3.4
- 3.5
- 3.6
- 3.7
- Interlude: Cauldron
Arc 4: Combustion
- 4.1
- 4.2
- 4.3
- 4.4
- 4.5
- 4.6
- 4.7
- Interlude: Jack Slash
Arc 5: Ember
- 5.1
- 5.2
- 5.3
- 5.4
- 5.5
- Interlude: Citrine
- 5.6
- Interlude: Aisha
- 5.7
- Interlude: Dragon
- Interlude: PRT Database
Arc 6: Flame
- 6.1
- Interlude: Exaltation Journal
- 6.2
- Interlude: Uriel
- 6.3
- Interlude: Chris
- 6.4
- Interlude: Saint
- 6.5
- 6.6 (Writing in Progress)
***
Extras:
Primary Quest Thread 01
Primary Quest Thread 02
Primary Quest Thread 03
Primary Quest Thread 04
Primary Quest Thread 05
Primary Quest Thread 06
Primary Quest Thread 07
Primary Quest Thread 08
Primary Quest Thread 09
Primary Quest Thread 10
Primary Quest Thread 11
Primary Quest Thread 12 [-- Discussion is here!</b]
==Story-Only Thread==
Quest Character Sheet
Quest Mechanics
Quest Equipment
Charm Cheat-Sheet (Courtesy of RCa)
Explanation - How To Play Exalted, A Primer
Explanation - Social Combat (Courtesy of RCa)
Explanation - Combat vs Snipers (Courtesy of RCa)
Explanation - The History of Exalted, In Brief (Posted by GamingGeek)
Explanation - Creation/Elsewhere (Posted by GamingGeek)
TV Tropes Page for Alchemical Solutions
***
Omake: (Not Quest Canon unless otherwise stated)
1.1 - Mrs. Knott (Courtesy of NotAlwaysFanfic)
1.1 - Madison (Courtesy of Blackout785)
1.2 AU - Enduring Order Administrator (Courtesy of Daemir Silverstreak)
1.2 AU - Armsmaster (Courtesy of Daemir Silverstreak)
1.2 AU - Sophia Hess (Courtesy of DragonBard)
1.2 AU - Emma Barnes (Courtesy of DragonBard)
1.6 - Daniel Hebert (Courtesy of Bozwieval)
1.7 - Miss Militia (Courtesy of Jinnt)
2.1 - Drs. Laurel & Hardy (Courtesy of DragonBard)
2.1 - Mr. Gladly (Courtesy of DragonBard)
2.1 - Emma Barnes (Courtesy of DragonBard)
2.4a - Glenn Chambers (Courtesy of Daemir Silverstreak)
2.4b - Taylor Hebert (Courtesy of Daemir Silverstreak)
2.4c - Glenn Chambers (Courtesy of Daemir Silverstreak)
2.7 - Resonant Terror Cascade (Courtesdy of Kelenas)
2.7 - Armsmaster (Courtesdy of Jinnt)
2.7 - Vista (Courtesy of Jinnt)
2.7 - Greg (Courtesy of RCa)
2.7a - Undersiders (Courtesy of Jinnt)
2.7b - Undersiders (Courtesy of Jinnt)
Arc 2 Interlude - Director Piggot (Courtesy of DragonBard, adapted into Canon Interlude)
Arc 2 Interlude - Kaiser (Courtesy of DragonBard)
3.1 - Contessa (Courtesy of Jinnt)
3.1 - Black Widow #174 (Courtesy of veekie)
3.3 - Assault (Courtesy of Daemir Silverstreak)
3.4a - Eye of Autochthon (Courtesy of DragonBard)
3.4b - Director Piggot (Courtesy of DragonBard)
3.4c - Jessica Yamada (Courtesy of DragonBard)
3.4d - Missy & Hannah (Courtesy of DragonBard)
3.4 - Missy (Courtesy of Dimensionist)
3.5 - Director Piggot (Courtesy of cosoco)
3.6 - Chevalier (Courtesy of Chandra Magic)
3.6 - Glenn Chambers (Courtesy of DragonBard)
3.7 - Dragon (Courtesy of Jinnt)
3.7 - Behemoth & Simurgh (Courtesy of kestrel404)
4.1 - Possible Battles (Courtesy of Demonic Spoon)
4.1 - Danny Hebert (Courtesy of LoreOfClark)
4.1a - Tattletale (Courtesy of LoreOfClark)
4.1b - Tattletale (Courtesy of LoreOfClark)
4.1 - Ball 'o Spiders (Courtesy of DragonBard)
4.2 - Über and Leet (Courtesy of tomio)
4.3 - Tattletale (Courtesy of LoreOfClark)
4.3 - Defenders at PRT HQ (Courtesy of Daemir Silverstreak)
4.3 - Über & Leet (Courtesy of tomio)
4.4 - Iron Sun (Courtesy of .IronSun.)
4.4 - Panacea (Courtesy of LoreOfClark)
Arc 4 AU - Taylor & Iris (Courtesy of AkatsukiLeader13)
4.5 - Tattletale (Courtesy of LoreOfClark)
4.7a - Taylor & Protectorate (Courtesy of DragonBard)
4.7b - Taylor & Protectorate (Courtesy of wingnut2292)
4.7 - Taylor & Tattletale (Courtesy of sun tzu)
4.7 - Emma Barnes (Courtesy of Jinnt)
5.4 AU - Taylor & Missy (Courtesy of Jinnt)
Arc 5+ - Parahumans Online (Courtesy of sun tzu)
Arc 5+ - Parahumans Online (Courtesy of LoreOfClark)
Arc 5+ - Coil (Courtesy of DragonBard)
Arc 5+ - Taylor & Daniel Hebert (Courtesy of DragonBard)
Arc 5+ - Taylor & Dragon (Courtesy of Azure)
Arc 5+a - Alchemical Solutions/Conquest Quest Crossover (Courtesy of sun tzu)
Arc 5+b - Alchemical Solutions/Conquest Quest Crossover (Courtesy of sun tzu)
Arc 5+ - Taylor & Wards (Courtesy of BobTheNinja)
Arc 5+ - Taylor, Miss Militia, Wards (Courtesy of DragonBard)
5.1 - Dragon (Courtesy of Jinnt)
5.5 - Aisha & Taylor (Courtesy of Jinnt, turned into Canon Interlude)
Arc 6+ - Chevalier (Courtesy of FunkyEntropy)
Arc 6+ - Medical Log (Courtesy of uju32)
Arc 6+ - Matchmaking Through War (Courtesy of charysa)
Arc 6+ - Matchmaking Through Everything (Courtesy of charysa)
Arc 6+ - Asymmetric Strategic Threat Workgroup (Courtesy of uju32)
Arc 6+ - BOLO for Iris (Courtesy of uju32)
Arc 7+ - Dragon Ascendant (Courtesy of DragonBard)
Arc 7+ - A Good Day (Courtesy of uju32)
Arc 8+ - Glenn Chambers(Courtesy ofDragonBard)
Arc 10+ - Taylor & Vista (Courtesy of DragonBard)
A Bad End (Courtesy of Demonic Spoon)
A Good End (Courtesy of RCa)
Sidereal-Style Poem (Courtesy of linkhyrule5)
***
Quest-Related Art: (Not Quest Canon unless otherwise stated)
Taylor Hebert Pre-Exaltation (Art by Hybrid303) (Quest Canon)
The Simurgh (Art by Scarfgirl) (Quest Canon)
The Death of Taylor Anne Hebert (Art by assana73)
Alchemical Taylor (Stylized, Art by Shyft)
1.2 - Taylor In The Mirror (Art by assana73)
2.3 - Missy In Suitjamas (Art by assana73) (Quest Canon)
Miss Militia & Taylor & Iris (Art by assana73)
3.6 - Saving Chevalier From Iris (Art by charysa)
3.6 - Taylor/Dragon Collaboration Dress (Art by Shyft) (Quest Canon)
If Behemoth Was A Week Late (Art by charysa)
Brockton Bay Wards Beach Vacation (Art by charysa)
Taylor's Iconic Anima Display (Art by Demonic Spoon)
Taylor's Iconic Anima Display (Art by assana73)
Series of Sketches and Comics:
- Iris of Innovation Sketches (Art by assana73)
- Taylor, Behemoth, and a Carrot (Art by assana73)
- Interrupting Lung's Nap (Art by assana73)
- Line Art For Above - Links Below Art (Art by assana73)
4.4 - Daniel Hebert (Art by assana73) (Quest Canon)
Behemoth (Art by BobTheNinja)
Lung Dressed As Mumm-Rah (Art by assana73)
4.7 Omake - Taylor & Protectorate (Art by assana73, from This Omake)
Iris, Jack, Bonesaw & Simurgh (Art by charysa)
***
Worm, a fantastic web serial, is owned by Wildbow. This quest will spoil a great deal - if not all - of the story, so if you haven't finished it already... go read it now! (Unless you don't care about spoilers, that is.)
Exalted, a delightful RPG system, is owned by White Wolf and CCP Games. Support the game by picking up a few PDFs on Drive-Thru RPG, would ya?
***
Story Index:
Arc 1: Spark
- 1.1
- 1.2
- 1.3
- 1.4
- 1.5
- 1.6
- 1.7
- Interlude: Simurgh
Arc 2: Ignition
- 2.1
- 2.2
- 2.3
- 2.4
- 2.5
- 2.6
- 2.7
- Interlude: Coil
- Interlude: Oblivion
- Interlude: Piggot
Arc 3: Fuel
- 3.1
- 3.2
- 3.3
- 3.4
- 3.5
- 3.6
- 3.7
- Interlude: Cauldron
Arc 4: Combustion
- 4.1
- 4.2
- 4.3
- 4.4
- 4.5
- 4.6
- 4.7
- Interlude: Jack Slash
Arc 5: Ember
- 5.1
- 5.2
- 5.3
- 5.4
- 5.5
- Interlude: Citrine
- 5.6
- Interlude: Aisha
- 5.7
- Interlude: Dragon
- Interlude: PRT Database
Arc 6: Flame
- 6.1
- Interlude: Exaltation Journal
- 6.2
- Interlude: Uriel
- 6.3
- Interlude: Chris
- 6.4
- Interlude: Saint
- 6.5
- 6.6 (Writing in Progress)
***
Extras:
Primary Quest Thread 01
Primary Quest Thread 02
Primary Quest Thread 03
Primary Quest Thread 04
Primary Quest Thread 05
Primary Quest Thread 06
Primary Quest Thread 07
Primary Quest Thread 08
Primary Quest Thread 09
Primary Quest Thread 10
Primary Quest Thread 11
Primary Quest Thread 12 [-- Discussion is here!</b]
==Story-Only Thread==
Quest Character Sheet
Quest Mechanics
Quest Equipment
Charm Cheat-Sheet (Courtesy of RCa)
Explanation - How To Play Exalted, A Primer
Explanation - Social Combat (Courtesy of RCa)
Explanation - Combat vs Snipers (Courtesy of RCa)
Explanation - The History of Exalted, In Brief (Posted by GamingGeek)
Explanation - Creation/Elsewhere (Posted by GamingGeek)
TV Tropes Page for Alchemical Solutions
***
Omake: (Not Quest Canon unless otherwise stated)
1.1 - Mrs. Knott (Courtesy of NotAlwaysFanfic)
1.1 - Madison (Courtesy of Blackout785)
1.2 AU - Enduring Order Administrator (Courtesy of Daemir Silverstreak)
1.2 AU - Armsmaster (Courtesy of Daemir Silverstreak)
1.2 AU - Sophia Hess (Courtesy of DragonBard)
1.2 AU - Emma Barnes (Courtesy of DragonBard)
1.6 - Daniel Hebert (Courtesy of Bozwieval)
1.7 - Miss Militia (Courtesy of Jinnt)
2.1 - Drs. Laurel & Hardy (Courtesy of DragonBard)
2.1 - Mr. Gladly (Courtesy of DragonBard)
2.1 - Emma Barnes (Courtesy of DragonBard)
2.4a - Glenn Chambers (Courtesy of Daemir Silverstreak)
2.4b - Taylor Hebert (Courtesy of Daemir Silverstreak)
2.4c - Glenn Chambers (Courtesy of Daemir Silverstreak)
2.7 - Resonant Terror Cascade (Courtesdy of Kelenas)
2.7 - Armsmaster (Courtesdy of Jinnt)
2.7 - Vista (Courtesy of Jinnt)
2.7 - Greg (Courtesy of RCa)
2.7a - Undersiders (Courtesy of Jinnt)
2.7b - Undersiders (Courtesy of Jinnt)
Arc 2 Interlude - Director Piggot (Courtesy of DragonBard, adapted into Canon Interlude)
Arc 2 Interlude - Kaiser (Courtesy of DragonBard)
3.1 - Contessa (Courtesy of Jinnt)
3.1 - Black Widow #174 (Courtesy of veekie)
3.3 - Assault (Courtesy of Daemir Silverstreak)
3.4a - Eye of Autochthon (Courtesy of DragonBard)
3.4b - Director Piggot (Courtesy of DragonBard)
3.4c - Jessica Yamada (Courtesy of DragonBard)
3.4d - Missy & Hannah (Courtesy of DragonBard)
3.4 - Missy (Courtesy of Dimensionist)
3.5 - Director Piggot (Courtesy of cosoco)
3.6 - Chevalier (Courtesy of Chandra Magic)
3.6 - Glenn Chambers (Courtesy of DragonBard)
3.7 - Dragon (Courtesy of Jinnt)
3.7 - Behemoth & Simurgh (Courtesy of kestrel404)
4.1 - Possible Battles (Courtesy of Demonic Spoon)
4.1 - Danny Hebert (Courtesy of LoreOfClark)
4.1a - Tattletale (Courtesy of LoreOfClark)
4.1b - Tattletale (Courtesy of LoreOfClark)
4.1 - Ball 'o Spiders (Courtesy of DragonBard)
4.2 - Über and Leet (Courtesy of tomio)
4.3 - Tattletale (Courtesy of LoreOfClark)
4.3 - Defenders at PRT HQ (Courtesy of Daemir Silverstreak)
4.3 - Über & Leet (Courtesy of tomio)
4.4 - Iron Sun (Courtesy of .IronSun.)
4.4 - Panacea (Courtesy of LoreOfClark)
Arc 4 AU - Taylor & Iris (Courtesy of AkatsukiLeader13)
4.5 - Tattletale (Courtesy of LoreOfClark)
4.7a - Taylor & Protectorate (Courtesy of DragonBard)
4.7b - Taylor & Protectorate (Courtesy of wingnut2292)
4.7 - Taylor & Tattletale (Courtesy of sun tzu)
4.7 - Emma Barnes (Courtesy of Jinnt)
5.4 AU - Taylor & Missy (Courtesy of Jinnt)
Arc 5+ - Parahumans Online (Courtesy of sun tzu)
Arc 5+ - Parahumans Online (Courtesy of LoreOfClark)
Arc 5+ - Coil (Courtesy of DragonBard)
Arc 5+ - Taylor & Daniel Hebert (Courtesy of DragonBard)
Arc 5+ - Taylor & Dragon (Courtesy of Azure)
Arc 5+a - Alchemical Solutions/Conquest Quest Crossover (Courtesy of sun tzu)
Arc 5+b - Alchemical Solutions/Conquest Quest Crossover (Courtesy of sun tzu)
Arc 5+ - Taylor & Wards (Courtesy of BobTheNinja)
Arc 5+ - Taylor, Miss Militia, Wards (Courtesy of DragonBard)
5.1 - Dragon (Courtesy of Jinnt)
5.5 - Aisha & Taylor (Courtesy of Jinnt, turned into Canon Interlude)
Arc 6+ - Chevalier (Courtesy of FunkyEntropy)
Arc 6+ - Medical Log (Courtesy of uju32)
Arc 6+ - Matchmaking Through War (Courtesy of charysa)
Arc 6+ - Matchmaking Through Everything (Courtesy of charysa)
Arc 6+ - Asymmetric Strategic Threat Workgroup (Courtesy of uju32)
Arc 6+ - BOLO for Iris (Courtesy of uju32)
Arc 7+ - Dragon Ascendant (Courtesy of DragonBard)
Arc 7+ - A Good Day (Courtesy of uju32)
Arc 8+ - Glenn Chambers(Courtesy ofDragonBard)
Arc 10+ - Taylor & Vista (Courtesy of DragonBard)
A Bad End (Courtesy of Demonic Spoon)
A Good End (Courtesy of RCa)
Sidereal-Style Poem (Courtesy of linkhyrule5)
***
Quest-Related Art: (Not Quest Canon unless otherwise stated)
Taylor Hebert Pre-Exaltation (Art by Hybrid303) (Quest Canon)
The Simurgh (Art by Scarfgirl) (Quest Canon)
The Death of Taylor Anne Hebert (Art by assana73)
Alchemical Taylor (Stylized, Art by Shyft)
1.2 - Taylor In The Mirror (Art by assana73)
2.3 - Missy In Suitjamas (Art by assana73) (Quest Canon)
Miss Militia & Taylor & Iris (Art by assana73)
3.6 - Saving Chevalier From Iris (Art by charysa)
3.6 - Taylor/Dragon Collaboration Dress (Art by Shyft) (Quest Canon)
If Behemoth Was A Week Late (Art by charysa)
Brockton Bay Wards Beach Vacation (Art by charysa)
Taylor's Iconic Anima Display (Art by Demonic Spoon)
Taylor's Iconic Anima Display (Art by assana73)
Series of Sketches and Comics:
- Iris of Innovation Sketches (Art by assana73)
- Taylor, Behemoth, and a Carrot (Art by assana73)
- Interrupting Lung's Nap (Art by assana73)
- Line Art For Above - Links Below Art (Art by assana73)
4.4 - Daniel Hebert (Art by assana73) (Quest Canon)
Behemoth (Art by BobTheNinja)
Lung Dressed As Mumm-Rah (Art by assana73)
4.7 Omake - Taylor & Protectorate (Art by assana73, from This Omake)
Iris, Jack, Bonesaw & Simurgh (Art by charysa)
***
Gromweld
Learning By Mistake
You told your dad this morning that you were looking forward to school today, and for the first time in a long while it wasn't a complete lie. He reacted with the same strained smile as always, though, so now you're fairly certain he couldn't tell you've been lying about that since the start of the year.
You make your way through the gates, hurrying to get inside before the drizzle outside turns into a downpour, and keep your eyes peeled for Sally. Despite how gun-shy she was interacting with you before the Winter Break, her lament - about her Birthday being near Christmas always resulted in less net presents than her brother - inspired you to get her two small gifts as a surprise. The two presents rest secure in the pockets of your loose pants: a small kalimba (snagged at the flea market, refurbished by yourself) wrapped in birthday-themed paper, and a reasonably-snuggly scarf with a fairly basic Alexandria logo repeating through it (that you learned how to knit over the break) wrapped in Christmas-themed paper.
You're quite proud of that last one, as your latest version actually has proper spacing between the large rectangles that you're pretty sure look like the Tower of Alexandria. From a distance. In the rain.
Anyway you worked hard on both of these gifts as a testament to how much her friendship/semi-public tolerance of you is appreciated, what with the soul-crushing hell that last year was...
As if summoned by your darkening thoughts, you briefly catch Emma and Madison watching you through the crowd and flinch reflexively before you notice their gazes aren't overtly hostile. They seem bored, but there's something else in their eyes that you can't quite pin down before they turn to giggle conspiratorially with Sophia as she approaches them from the other side of the crowd. You release a breath you didn't realize you were holding and stop walking so close to the wall just in time to catch a glimpse of Sally through the throngs of pubescence. Pushing your way through the morass, you struggle with your best smile - this time, it doesn't feel so forced. How long has it been since you've really smiled? You sneak one hand into your pocket and squeeze the wrapped scarf as you catch up to Sally. Maybe you'll finally have something to truly smile about.
***
A hand grabs the back of your neck as you try to turn to vomit. This doesn't stop your stomach from finishing the deed, causing your breakfast of pancakes and orange juice to splatter all over the mountain of used tampons, pads, and toilet paper that fills your locker. A hard shove and then your world is nothing but the vomit, the filth, and the smell. And with the slam of hard metal, there is darkness and laughter.
***
Crying.
Sally's expression of restrained fear as she covertly takes your gifts and flees back into the crowd without a word.
Clawing. Scratching.
The small bubble of people avoiding the space around your locker that you ignore through blurry eyes as you dejectedly spin the lock and tear open the locker.
Cursing. Struggling. Pleading.
A pile of retched and fetid biological waste crammed to the roof of your locker, hammering home that they weren't stopping; they were just getting started.
Retching. Twitching. Choking. Gagging.
Emma, Madison, and Sophia's laughs echoing into your prison of filth as the click of the lock shatters any hope of rescue…
The darkness falls away as you gaze up in numb fascination. The object is too large for you to comprehend, you with a mind limited to three dimensions and a finite number of neurons to comprise it. It twists, folds, expands, and then contracts again but each time it remains the same size and overall shape, as if there is more than one of it filling the space of the original. Images flicker across scales the size of continents, so clear you can make them out from here even though you faintly understand the thing - no, the creature - is an unfathomable distance away.
The visions flicker in a pattern that seems random at first but then takes on a pattern that you struggle to remember even as you watch them unfold. Futures, pasts, and presents of worlds alien and familiar. Ideas, concepts, and facts compiled and hoarded by civilizations long gone. Your mind reels from information strobing across the crystalline scales, until a shift in the creature's hypnotic movements breaks you from your reverie.
No longer smooth in its pulsating movements, the creature begins to fall apart. Slowly at first, with only the smallest scales - even these you feel are the size of large islands - flaking off towards… something. But then the pace increases until your vision is filled by crystal shards the size of continents, each slowly gliding in a way that instills in you a feeling that there is purpose to their movement. You can no longer make sense of time, but the creature has slowly begun to diminish in size - despite it still appearing as large as the planet you call home. Is it dying? Before you can hope to learn the answer to your question, one of the largest spines breaks off and…
Chittering. Buzzing. Biting. Spinning. Skittering.
A fly. Another fly nestled on your shirt. A cockroach in between the wall reveals water leaking in from the rain outside. A spider on the ceiling feels the whispers of wind vibrate its web, painting a picture of the air currents space above your locker. A flea on the cat at the far side of the school, fat with eggs, hangs on as the cat bounds over the school's wall. A hive of hornets in the building across the street feel the humidity in the air drop as the rain begins to let up…
You seizure under the avalanche of sensory information, moaning weakly before nothingness claims you.
***
Blinking in the darkness, you breathe a sigh of relief. What was that, four times you blacked out from… whatever the hell was going on with your senses? At least it seems to have stopped for the moment. That you can breathe at all is another pleasant surprise - you don't detect any more smells…
Terror overwhelms your strange bout of Clarity as you try to flail your limbs in hopes that someone will hear the noise and come to your rescue before you pass out again. Unfortunately, you no longer seem to have limbs. Or a body. How did you sigh before, then? What's going on? Is this a dream?
YES.
The single tick of a watch's second-hand. Dozens of ball bearings tumbling along with the barest of friction. Hundreds of hammers shaping white-hot metal. Thousands of conveyor belts trickling down an assembly line. Millions of gears seamlessly twisting in perfect harmony. Billions of unfathomably complex machines genuflecting in prayer to their creator and master. The voice that washes over your mind is all these things at once, and more. You are overwhelmed but not terrified, for even though your brain struggles to comprehend the concepts that comprise the voice, you recognize a tone of compassion, of understanding, of sorrow.
"What? Where am I? Who are you?" You blurt out. How are you even talking, let alone thinking straight after what you've just been through? You simultaneously want to cheer in elation for being out of the locker, wretch in disgust at the recollection of the event, and wail in despair that you may now be in an evenworsesituation.
YOU ARE TRAPPED IN THE WAKING WORLD AND IN YOUR DREAMS, AS AM I.
YOU SUFFER AND DESPAIR UNDER THE TORMENT OF YOUR PEERS, AS HAVE I.
YOUR BODY AND MIND FAIL YOU, AS DOES MINE.
Despite the overpowering sensations that course through you with every word, you feel the weight of emotion in the voice resonate with your very being. You have no eyes yet you must weep. Just curl up into a ball and wait it out, like always. You can take it. You've never been good at anything else...
But before the melancholy can take you fully, the spark of realization - that you aredying - hits you. Sophia, Madison, Emma… they've killedyou. You never antagonized them, you never attacked them, you never even retaliated, yet they've only gotten worse and worse for no. Fucking. Reason. You've not given much thought towards what you want to do with your life, but now... now you refuse to let it be wasted so pointlessly.
Clarity washes over your mind. Cold. Efficient. Ruthless.
"No."
The name-calling. The pranks. The locker. The bugs. These are trivial nuisances.
"If I die, they win."
Emma, the Betrayer. Sophia, the Instigator. Madison, the Cover. Only relevant as examples of how far Order has fallen, to allow such behavior.
"I will not die."
The other kids that did nothing. The teachers that looked away. The legal system that would undoubtedly fail to find evidence to convict them of your murder. Systemic corruption that must be purged if there is to be Order.
"They will never win."
There is silence, the cacophonous void of inevitability.
CORRECT.
A smile in the voice - if a harmonious din of machines can smile - , satisfactory and proud. Its next statement, however, is tinged with regret.
PREPARE YOURSELF.
"Wha-"
***
Your eyes snap open in the coffin of filth that is your locker but there is a burst of light in front of your face as something slams into your forehead and then there is nothing in the Universe but PAIN.
***
A light breaks over the empty horizon; a light of burnished brass, shining silver, and gleaming gold.
HEAR ME, TAYLOR ANNE HEBERT, AND UNDERSTAND.
The planet rises slowly, a clockwork sphere of inescapable beauty, wonder, and potential.
I AM THE GREAT MAKER.
Oceans of shimmering oil, clouds of billowing steam and wispy smoke, forests of radiant crystal.
I AM THE MACHINE GOD.
The entire planet shifts, splits, and opens, revealing it to be a living, mechanical Eye.
I AM AUTOCHTHON.
The Deus Machina swivels slightly and the enormous iris of the Primordial focuses on your formless being, driving all conscious thought from your mind.
YOU WILL LIVE SO THAT I WILL LIVE.
YOU ARE MY LAST AND GREATEST HOPE.
YOU ARE MY VANGUARD AND MY SALVATION.
The iris snaps open wide and you plummet into the darkness.
THROUGH ENDURANCE YOU HAVE SURVIVED PAIN, BETRAYAL, AND INJUSTICE.
THROUGH WITNESSING FRAILTY, IGNORANCE, AND CRUELTY YOU KNOW WHAT MUST BE FIXED TO BRING ORDER.
THROUGH GUILE YOU WILL ADMINISTER THE REST OF MY CHOSEN IN THIS NEW UNIVERSE.
THROUGH YOUR SOUL OF STEEL, CHAMPION MY NAME.
In a sudden eruption, power - Essence - flows through your mind, body, and soul.
ARISE, ENDURING ORDER ADMINISTRATOR.
***
You open your eyes.
You are in your locker.
You are in your empty locker.
Not just empty. Clean. You're not sensing bugs (though you're not sure why you remember that), either. You do get a whiff of an industrial cleaner, though from the strength of the smell they either had to use significantly less than you would have expected or that the smell has had time to dissipate.
You're not quite certain how they would have gone about cleaning the damn thing with you still in it, so there's definitely something strange going…
…a clockwork sphere of inescapable beauty…
Your feeling of rejuvenation and mental Clarity sinks sinks into the floor as you realize you likely have had a psychotic break. You've read about this before - trauma victims returning to the scene of the tragedy in fugue states.
Well, at least the locker door is open. Ah, and it's night time as well. You step over the small little mess of flowers that your door scattered everywhere, then lean back against the locker in a slouch. What to do?
***
[ ] Now isn't the time to mope. Now is the time for rest.
-- Go home. Hope your dad isn't freaking out about you being out at night. Sleep. Try to feel better in the morning, at which point you can try to piece together just what happened.
[ ] Now isn't the time to mope. Now is the time for logic.
-- You may not be playing with a full deck right now, but maybe you can figure out what's going on if you examine the area and do some investigating before heading home. Your dad can handle you being out a little longer.
[ ] Now isn't the time to mope. Now is the time for screaming.
-- Screaming sounds real good right now. Lots and lots of screaming.
[ ] Now is the time to mope.
-- Welcome to the town of Suffering. Population: Taylor Hebert.
[ ] Write-in.
You make your way through the gates, hurrying to get inside before the drizzle outside turns into a downpour, and keep your eyes peeled for Sally. Despite how gun-shy she was interacting with you before the Winter Break, her lament - about her Birthday being near Christmas always resulted in less net presents than her brother - inspired you to get her two small gifts as a surprise. The two presents rest secure in the pockets of your loose pants: a small kalimba (snagged at the flea market, refurbished by yourself) wrapped in birthday-themed paper, and a reasonably-snuggly scarf with a fairly basic Alexandria logo repeating through it (that you learned how to knit over the break) wrapped in Christmas-themed paper.
You're quite proud of that last one, as your latest version actually has proper spacing between the large rectangles that you're pretty sure look like the Tower of Alexandria. From a distance. In the rain.
Anyway you worked hard on both of these gifts as a testament to how much her friendship/semi-public tolerance of you is appreciated, what with the soul-crushing hell that last year was...
As if summoned by your darkening thoughts, you briefly catch Emma and Madison watching you through the crowd and flinch reflexively before you notice their gazes aren't overtly hostile. They seem bored, but there's something else in their eyes that you can't quite pin down before they turn to giggle conspiratorially with Sophia as she approaches them from the other side of the crowd. You release a breath you didn't realize you were holding and stop walking so close to the wall just in time to catch a glimpse of Sally through the throngs of pubescence. Pushing your way through the morass, you struggle with your best smile - this time, it doesn't feel so forced. How long has it been since you've really smiled? You sneak one hand into your pocket and squeeze the wrapped scarf as you catch up to Sally. Maybe you'll finally have something to truly smile about.
***
A hand grabs the back of your neck as you try to turn to vomit. This doesn't stop your stomach from finishing the deed, causing your breakfast of pancakes and orange juice to splatter all over the mountain of used tampons, pads, and toilet paper that fills your locker. A hard shove and then your world is nothing but the vomit, the filth, and the smell. And with the slam of hard metal, there is darkness and laughter.
***
Crying.
Sally's expression of restrained fear as she covertly takes your gifts and flees back into the crowd without a word.
Clawing. Scratching.
The small bubble of people avoiding the space around your locker that you ignore through blurry eyes as you dejectedly spin the lock and tear open the locker.
Cursing. Struggling. Pleading.
A pile of retched and fetid biological waste crammed to the roof of your locker, hammering home that they weren't stopping; they were just getting started.
Retching. Twitching. Choking. Gagging.
Emma, Madison, and Sophia's laughs echoing into your prison of filth as the click of the lock shatters any hope of rescue…
The darkness falls away as you gaze up in numb fascination. The object is too large for you to comprehend, you with a mind limited to three dimensions and a finite number of neurons to comprise it. It twists, folds, expands, and then contracts again but each time it remains the same size and overall shape, as if there is more than one of it filling the space of the original. Images flicker across scales the size of continents, so clear you can make them out from here even though you faintly understand the thing - no, the creature - is an unfathomable distance away.
The visions flicker in a pattern that seems random at first but then takes on a pattern that you struggle to remember even as you watch them unfold. Futures, pasts, and presents of worlds alien and familiar. Ideas, concepts, and facts compiled and hoarded by civilizations long gone. Your mind reels from information strobing across the crystalline scales, until a shift in the creature's hypnotic movements breaks you from your reverie.
No longer smooth in its pulsating movements, the creature begins to fall apart. Slowly at first, with only the smallest scales - even these you feel are the size of large islands - flaking off towards… something. But then the pace increases until your vision is filled by crystal shards the size of continents, each slowly gliding in a way that instills in you a feeling that there is purpose to their movement. You can no longer make sense of time, but the creature has slowly begun to diminish in size - despite it still appearing as large as the planet you call home. Is it dying? Before you can hope to learn the answer to your question, one of the largest spines breaks off and…
Chittering. Buzzing. Biting. Spinning. Skittering.
A fly. Another fly nestled on your shirt. A cockroach in between the wall reveals water leaking in from the rain outside. A spider on the ceiling feels the whispers of wind vibrate its web, painting a picture of the air currents space above your locker. A flea on the cat at the far side of the school, fat with eggs, hangs on as the cat bounds over the school's wall. A hive of hornets in the building across the street feel the humidity in the air drop as the rain begins to let up…
You seizure under the avalanche of sensory information, moaning weakly before nothingness claims you.
***
Blinking in the darkness, you breathe a sigh of relief. What was that, four times you blacked out from… whatever the hell was going on with your senses? At least it seems to have stopped for the moment. That you can breathe at all is another pleasant surprise - you don't detect any more smells…
Terror overwhelms your strange bout of Clarity as you try to flail your limbs in hopes that someone will hear the noise and come to your rescue before you pass out again. Unfortunately, you no longer seem to have limbs. Or a body. How did you sigh before, then? What's going on? Is this a dream?
YES.
The single tick of a watch's second-hand. Dozens of ball bearings tumbling along with the barest of friction. Hundreds of hammers shaping white-hot metal. Thousands of conveyor belts trickling down an assembly line. Millions of gears seamlessly twisting in perfect harmony. Billions of unfathomably complex machines genuflecting in prayer to their creator and master. The voice that washes over your mind is all these things at once, and more. You are overwhelmed but not terrified, for even though your brain struggles to comprehend the concepts that comprise the voice, you recognize a tone of compassion, of understanding, of sorrow.
"What? Where am I? Who are you?" You blurt out. How are you even talking, let alone thinking straight after what you've just been through? You simultaneously want to cheer in elation for being out of the locker, wretch in disgust at the recollection of the event, and wail in despair that you may now be in an evenworsesituation.
YOU ARE TRAPPED IN THE WAKING WORLD AND IN YOUR DREAMS, AS AM I.
YOU SUFFER AND DESPAIR UNDER THE TORMENT OF YOUR PEERS, AS HAVE I.
YOUR BODY AND MIND FAIL YOU, AS DOES MINE.
Despite the overpowering sensations that course through you with every word, you feel the weight of emotion in the voice resonate with your very being. You have no eyes yet you must weep. Just curl up into a ball and wait it out, like always. You can take it. You've never been good at anything else...
But before the melancholy can take you fully, the spark of realization - that you aredying - hits you. Sophia, Madison, Emma… they've killedyou. You never antagonized them, you never attacked them, you never even retaliated, yet they've only gotten worse and worse for no. Fucking. Reason. You've not given much thought towards what you want to do with your life, but now... now you refuse to let it be wasted so pointlessly.
Clarity washes over your mind. Cold. Efficient. Ruthless.
"No."
The name-calling. The pranks. The locker. The bugs. These are trivial nuisances.
"If I die, they win."
Emma, the Betrayer. Sophia, the Instigator. Madison, the Cover. Only relevant as examples of how far Order has fallen, to allow such behavior.
"I will not die."
The other kids that did nothing. The teachers that looked away. The legal system that would undoubtedly fail to find evidence to convict them of your murder. Systemic corruption that must be purged if there is to be Order.
"They will never win."
There is silence, the cacophonous void of inevitability.
CORRECT.
A smile in the voice - if a harmonious din of machines can smile - , satisfactory and proud. Its next statement, however, is tinged with regret.
PREPARE YOURSELF.
"Wha-"
***
Your eyes snap open in the coffin of filth that is your locker but there is a burst of light in front of your face as something slams into your forehead and then there is nothing in the Universe but PAIN.
***
A light breaks over the empty horizon; a light of burnished brass, shining silver, and gleaming gold.
HEAR ME, TAYLOR ANNE HEBERT, AND UNDERSTAND.
The planet rises slowly, a clockwork sphere of inescapable beauty, wonder, and potential.
I AM THE GREAT MAKER.
Oceans of shimmering oil, clouds of billowing steam and wispy smoke, forests of radiant crystal.
I AM THE MACHINE GOD.
The entire planet shifts, splits, and opens, revealing it to be a living, mechanical Eye.
I AM AUTOCHTHON.
The Deus Machina swivels slightly and the enormous iris of the Primordial focuses on your formless being, driving all conscious thought from your mind.
YOU WILL LIVE SO THAT I WILL LIVE.
YOU ARE MY LAST AND GREATEST HOPE.
YOU ARE MY VANGUARD AND MY SALVATION.
The iris snaps open wide and you plummet into the darkness.
THROUGH ENDURANCE YOU HAVE SURVIVED PAIN, BETRAYAL, AND INJUSTICE.
THROUGH WITNESSING FRAILTY, IGNORANCE, AND CRUELTY YOU KNOW WHAT MUST BE FIXED TO BRING ORDER.
THROUGH GUILE YOU WILL ADMINISTER THE REST OF MY CHOSEN IN THIS NEW UNIVERSE.
THROUGH YOUR SOUL OF STEEL, CHAMPION MY NAME.
In a sudden eruption, power - Essence - flows through your mind, body, and soul.
ARISE, ENDURING ORDER ADMINISTRATOR.
***
You open your eyes.
You are in your locker.
You are in your empty locker.
Not just empty. Clean. You're not sensing bugs (though you're not sure why you remember that), either. You do get a whiff of an industrial cleaner, though from the strength of the smell they either had to use significantly less than you would have expected or that the smell has had time to dissipate.
You're not quite certain how they would have gone about cleaning the damn thing with you still in it, so there's definitely something strange going…
…a clockwork sphere of inescapable beauty…
Your feeling of rejuvenation and mental Clarity sinks sinks into the floor as you realize you likely have had a psychotic break. You've read about this before - trauma victims returning to the scene of the tragedy in fugue states.
Well, at least the locker door is open. Ah, and it's night time as well. You step over the small little mess of flowers that your door scattered everywhere, then lean back against the locker in a slouch. What to do?
***
[ ] Now isn't the time to mope. Now is the time for rest.
-- Go home. Hope your dad isn't freaking out about you being out at night. Sleep. Try to feel better in the morning, at which point you can try to piece together just what happened.
[ ] Now isn't the time to mope. Now is the time for logic.
-- You may not be playing with a full deck right now, but maybe you can figure out what's going on if you examine the area and do some investigating before heading home. Your dad can handle you being out a little longer.
[ ] Now isn't the time to mope. Now is the time for screaming.
-- Screaming sounds real good right now. Lots and lots of screaming.
[ ] Now is the time to mope.
-- Welcome to the town of Suffering. Population: Taylor Hebert.
[ ] Write-in.
Huh. I'm guessing that becoming whatever Taylor is took a while (since the locker has been totally cleaned) and that Taylor's locker is now a shrine (hence flowers).
Taylor turning back up is probably going to be a big freakout for Danny. I'm not sure whether it would be worse or better if her new Alchemical body even still looks like Taylor.
Anyway, we're an alchemical. There is only one choice to make (especially since we probably look like a Case 53 and should find that out before it becomes an issue).
[x] Now isn't the time to mope. Now is the time for logic.
-- You may not be playing with a full deck right now, but maybe you can figure out what's going on if you examine the area and do some investigating before heading home. Your dad can handle you being out a little longer.
Taylor turning back up is probably going to be a big freakout for Danny. I'm not sure whether it would be worse or better if her new Alchemical body even still looks like Taylor.
Anyway, we're an alchemical. There is only one choice to make (especially since we probably look like a Case 53 and should find that out before it becomes an issue).
[x] Now isn't the time to mope. Now is the time for logic.
-- You may not be playing with a full deck right now, but maybe you can figure out what's going on if you examine the area and do some investigating before heading home. Your dad can handle you being out a little longer.
Alectai
Speaks Words of Wisdom... On occasion
[X] Now isn't the time to mope. Now is the time for rest.
-- Go home. Hope your dad isn't freaking out about you being out at night. Sleep. Try to feel better in the morning, at which point you can try to piece together just what happened.
So, Taylor basically got Autochthon grafting one of his Souls onto her? Or some other similar Exaltation thing?
It doesn't quite look like a direct Alchemical Exaltation, because they don't Work that way, but it's quiet likely she'll be able to build them.
-- Go home. Hope your dad isn't freaking out about you being out at night. Sleep. Try to feel better in the morning, at which point you can try to piece together just what happened.
So, Taylor basically got Autochthon grafting one of his Souls onto her? Or some other similar Exaltation thing?
It doesn't quite look like a direct Alchemical Exaltation, because they don't Work that way, but it's quiet likely she'll be able to build them.
Gromweld
Learning By Mistake
Perhaps not a completely standard Alchemical Exaltation, but for the most part it was: there was more than one 'soul' involved, the body was put together in Autochthonia, etc. Of particular relevance is the "PAIN" bit.Alectai said:
Memories missing may or may not be an intended side effect of the whole ordeal.
Silver W. King
King of Adventures
- Location
- The Nasuverse
[X] Now isn't the time to mope. Now is the time for screaming.
-- Screaming sounds real good right now. Lots and lots of screaming.
Get that out of the way.
-- Screaming sounds real good right now. Lots and lots of screaming.
Get that out of the way.
Quantumboost
Now with 50% more dots in Dimensional Science
- Location
- Ensemble Space
This is relevant to my interests.
[X] Now isn't the time to mope. Now is the time for logic.
-- You may not be playing with a full deck right now, but maybe you can figure out what's going on if you examine the area and do some investigating before heading home. Your dad can handle you being out a little longer.
[x] Now isn't the time to mope. Now is the time for rest.
-- Go home. Hope your dad isn't freaking out about you being out at night. Sleep. Try to feel better in the morning, at which point you can try to piece together just what happened.
I wonder which Caste she is. Given her canon-penchant for scaring the ever-loving *shit* out of people combined with the end-tail of the fight against Scion where she basically threw away everything in the name of victory, I could *very* easily see her as a Soulsteel Caste.
-- Go home. Hope your dad isn't freaking out about you being out at night. Sleep. Try to feel better in the morning, at which point you can try to piece together just what happened.
I wonder which Caste she is. Given her canon-penchant for scaring the ever-loving *shit* out of people combined with the end-tail of the fight against Scion where she basically threw away everything in the name of victory, I could *very* easily see her as a Soulsteel Caste.
I really don't think we should go directly to Danny. It does not sound like we're arrived right away. Reread the first post guys - the locker has been industrially cleaned and there are flowers scattered around from in front of it. It is most likely a shrine, and we just came out of it.
An Alchemical Exaltation doesn't need a body, just a soul, so Taylor has probably been declared dead for a while now. Let's get a handle on what is going on before we give Danny a heart attack when he finds a golden robot claiming to be his dead daughter in his house.
An Alchemical Exaltation doesn't need a body, just a soul, so Taylor has probably been declared dead for a while now. Let's get a handle on what is going on before we give Danny a heart attack when he finds a golden robot claiming to be his dead daughter in his house.
[X] Now isn't the time to mope. Now is the time for logic.
-- You may not be playing with a full deck right now, but maybe you can figure out what's going on if you examine the area and do some investigating before heading home. Your dad can handle you being out a little longer.
-- You may not be playing with a full deck right now, but maybe you can figure out what's going on if you examine the area and do some investigating before heading home. Your dad can handle you being out a little longer.
Taylor is an Alchemical Exalted (though not a standard one) now, by word of god.Daemir Silverstreak said:
She's no longer a regular human. In fact, in certain circumstances she runs on cold hard logic and cannot use emotions in the first place. It's very in character for her to assess her situation, from both sides of the issue. The Alchemical side is obvious, but in terms of Taylor herself we never saw her zoning out like you're recommending. She likes to feel in control of the situation, and until she understands what is going on she's not going to feel in control.
[x] Now isn't the time to mope. Now is the time for logic.
-- You may not be playing with a full deck right now, but maybe you can figure out what's going on if you examine the area and do some investigating before heading home. Your dad can handle you being out a little longer.
-- You may not be playing with a full deck right now, but maybe you can figure out what's going on if you examine the area and do some investigating before heading home. Your dad can handle you being out a little longer.
Point. Changing vote.
[x] Now isn't the time to mope. Now is the time for logic.
-- You may not be playing with a full deck right now, but maybe you can figure out what's going on if you examine the area and do some investigating before heading home. Your dad can handle you being out a little longer.
[x] Now isn't the time to mope. Now is the time for logic.
-- You may not be playing with a full deck right now, but maybe you can figure out what's going on if you examine the area and do some investigating before heading home. Your dad can handle you being out a little longer.
confusopoly
Metaphor Overextended. Ow.
- Location
- Germany
- Pronouns
- he/his
Flowers and the locker has been cleaned. Also some time has passed. I agree with Cytokinesis, better to find out IC if we've been declared dead and the locker was made into some kind of shrine.
[X] Now isn't the time to mope. Now is the time for logic.
-- You may not be playing with a full deck right now, but maybe you can figure out what's going on if you examine the area and do some investigating before heading home. Your dad can handle you being out a little longer.
[X] Now isn't the time to mope. Now is the time for logic.
-- You may not be playing with a full deck right now, but maybe you can figure out what's going on if you examine the area and do some investigating before heading home. Your dad can handle you being out a little longer.
[X] Now isn't the time to mope. Now is the time for rest.
-- Go home. Hope your dad isn't freaking out about you being out at night. Sleep. Try to feel better in the morning, at which point you can try to piece together just what happened.
It might not be the optimal decision in terms of getting stuff done... but for an Alchemical, the big long-term risk is becoming increasingly cold and inhumane. So, I'm going for the more human, emotional choice for now.
-- Go home. Hope your dad isn't freaking out about you being out at night. Sleep. Try to feel better in the morning, at which point you can try to piece together just what happened.
It might not be the optimal decision in terms of getting stuff done... but for an Alchemical, the big long-term risk is becoming increasingly cold and inhumane. So, I'm going for the more human, emotional choice for now.
Xicree
Murder.Malice.Might
[X] Now isn't the time to mope. Now is the time for logic.
-- You may not be playing with a full deck right now, but maybe you can figure out what's going on if you examine the area and do some investigating before heading home. Your dad can handle you being out a little longer.
-- You may not be playing with a full deck right now, but maybe you can figure out what's going on if you examine the area and do some investigating before heading home. Your dad can handle you being out a little longer.
[x] Now isn't the time to mope. Now is the time for logic.
-- You may not be playing with a full deck right now, but maybe you can figure out what's going on if you examine the area and do some investigating before heading home. Your dad can handle you being out a little longer.
-- You may not be playing with a full deck right now, but maybe you can figure out what's going on if you examine the area and do some investigating before heading home. Your dad can handle you being out a little longer.
confusopoly
Metaphor Overextended. Ow.
- Location
- Germany
- Pronouns
- he/his
Actually, changed my vote:
[X] Now is the time to mope.
-- Welcome to the town of Suffering. Population: Taylor Hebert.
[X] Now is the time to mope.
-- Welcome to the town of Suffering. Population: Taylor Hebert.
You do realize that this is probably a shrine right? As in, it has been more than a day since Taylor's died? As in, if the locker is cleaned and people put up a memorial to her, it's probably not the second after Danny was informed?Jinnt said:
You might be right about Danny's suicide, but it's really implausible that this exact night is when he decides to do it given how much time may have passed.
And I'm kinda befuddled that you really think that a (possibly naked) golden robot showing up claiming to be his daughter is going to be good for his peace of mind.
Thinking things through and not shocking him into a heart attack could be more prudent and helpful to Danny than rushing right in to the confrontation when we know absolutely nothing about what has happened.
True, looking at the wording again it does imply something like that happening. So maybe logic isn't the best for Danny, but I still think going home knowing absolutely nothing is just... eh.
This is what Alchemicals look like. We may be a Modern Alchemical, in which case we can turn of the robotness, but we haven't gotten an indication either way yet.Jinnt said:
don't parade a theory like it's fact.Jinnt said:
I think that you're ridiculously underestimating the possible complications of walking around as a naked robot through a city.
Honestly? I doubt we'll even get home in the first place if we're robotified right now.
So yeah, taking a few moments to find out whether we're A.) A robot and/or B.) Naked could save us a whole hell of a lot of trouble that would prevent us from getting home in the first place.
Not to mention the possibility of tanking her secret identity, which would screw Danny over a whole ton, especially if we can actually make other Alchemicals as implied (making us one of the most valuable people the planet, and the most valuable if anyone ever truly understands what we're capable of).
Honestly? I doubt we'll even get home in the first place if we're robotified right now.
So yeah, taking a few moments to find out whether we're A.) A robot and/or B.) Naked could save us a whole hell of a lot of trouble that would prevent us from getting home in the first place.
Not to mention the possibility of tanking her secret identity, which would screw Danny over a whole ton, especially if we can actually make other Alchemicals as implied (making us one of the most valuable people the planet, and the most valuable if anyone ever truly understands what we're capable of).