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- Thread starter Mister Ficser
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Lycanthromancer
The Arcane Fuzz
- Location
- USA
Alchemist was always very possessive of his friends and family. Not in a negative way, but definitely in a "you hurt them, my retribution will be the stuff cautionary tales of myth and legend are made of" kind of way.
His hoard wasn't gold and jewels; it was knowledge, magic, and his loved ones.
I imagine Areru is the same.
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It is often referred to as such by the fandom mainly for the 2nd set of ears as I understand it
It's probably the two things he has in common with rabbits:
1) The long floppy possibly ears sticking out of his cat ears, and
2) The evil murderous intent in his blackend shrivelled heart.
(Sorry, Rabbits don't like me. I've literally never met a rabbit that didn't try to murder me, even with a fence or glass wall in the way...)
- Location
- Massachusetts
- Pronouns
- She/Her
It's in the middle of the wilderness, up a mountain, during a tropical storm. He started off by explicitly calling it out a the best time and place he could find, far better than just doing it in the middle of the night
Lycanthromancer
The Arcane Fuzz
- Location
- USA
And considering how long it takes for the mages to find their way to his house after he performs magic there, and they just recently got a big warning shot about how dangerous it is to teleport blindly, it'll likely be a few hours until they reach him. By then, he'll have healed up and cleaned up.
Shadow Archon
Protoss Preserver
- Location
- Louisiana
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Yesterday's chapter, which was posted during Valentine's day in Japan, he gave Ryoko a body, and did so with a very intimate ritual. Ryoko in particularly is going to be very... forward with her romantic advances.
And the next chapter is going to be the 69th one.
Wait a minute.
Yesterday's chapter, which was posted during Valentine's day in Japan, he gave Ryoko a body, and did so with a very intimate ritual. Ryoko in particularly is going to be very... forward with her romantic advances.
And the next chapter is going to be the 69th one.
Lycanthromancer
The Arcane Fuzz
- Location
- USA
The recipe for a working Philosopher's Stone is a chunk of Red Stone (Crystallized life essence), a Crystal Element, a Dragon's Eye and a fourth, variable material that doesn't have to be Adamantine... unless you want to make a true Olden Philosopher's Stone, then you need something with at least as much oomph as Adamantine.
The only other dragon's around would be Reis, which Areru wouldn't even dream of using as potions ingredients, and river spirits. Which are... questionable if used in such a fashion as they are, first and foremost, spirits.
Lycanthromancer
The Arcane Fuzz
- Location
- USA
I can't help but notice all of which were involved in that ritual.
- Location
- Seattle, WA
I have other games I need to finish right now, stop making me want to go replay the Secret trilogy. I need to get these done before the next Atelier comes out next month.
MaimakteriAnn
(Verified Sleepy)
- Location
- Enormous And Round Terran Homeworld
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Dr
I see I am not the only one hungering to see where Yumia goes.
Looks like the biggest evolution of the style since before the eternal mana series. A little worried that it will kill the unique flavour of the series focus on consumables though.
Looks like the biggest evolution of the style since before the eternal mana series. A little worried that it will kill the unique flavour of the series focus on consumables though.
Well, yes. He did make a bunch of philosopher's stones in preparation for the wish, even specified they were True. He scooped most of them back into a bag. I'm not sure what you're getting at here?
If you're thinking she got turned into a Stone herself, I'm reasonably sure all the palatable ingredients were consumed by the last step, and the only things left on the circle were dragon body parts.
Four elemental diamonds for the Crystal Elements. The life force rock, said Crystal, an Adamantite key and one eye for the philosopher's stones. The other eye, a tongue and a heart for Ryoko. The circle cleared at every period.
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25/7/1993
Ryoko didn't understand what happened. One moment, she was watching her show. The next, her mind felt like it'd been filled with fog and everything felt... wrong. Everything was dark and cold, the air stank of copper and-
Ba-bump.
-Ryoko's heart beat and fire filled her veins! It was a sensation that bordered the line between pleasure and pain, coursing through the entirety of her form.
Ba-bump.
Ryoko gasped aloud, the sound ragged and raspy as it came from her long-unused mouth.
Ba-bump.
Her body lurched forward and her hands clutched at the platform underneath of her body, struggling to find purchase.
Ba-bump.
Her fingers scrabbled against smooth stone and her nails, untouched for centuries and painfully brittle, cracked and broke. She felt pain-
Ba-bump.
-she felt... pain?
Ryoko raised her arms before her face as her heart continued to beat, as the power flowing into her, through her, burned less and less.
There were no gloves on her hands. Just tight, withered flesh that clung to her bones. Her nails, long and sharp, now cracked and broken.
She was... in her body?
How long had it been since she'd looked at her own body? How many decades had it been since she'd last inhabited her physical form? How many centuries had it been since she's begun storing away the bare, thin trickle of her own, limited strength?
Had it succeeded? Had she finally managed to hoard enough to craft a pale imitation of one of her Jewels?
No...
Something was... different.
Her heart beat and Ryoko felt strength, little as it might be, fill her bones. Her flesh, little more than thin skin, ready to tear apart at a moment's notice, filled out. Not much, not significantly. But enough for her to notice. Enough for her to see.
Her heart beat and Ryoko's strength grew. She leaned up, struggling all the while, until she'd managed to work herself into a sitting position. She looked down, to her abdomen, to her groin, to her hips and her legs.
The rest of her looked as bad as her arms did. Worn and withered, discolored from century after century trapped in the dark.
She turned to the side of her stone bed and froze, her eyes taking in... everything.
Blood.
Everywhere.
It covered the walls. It covered the floor. Thick puddles of crimson, filled with glowing motes of light, stood out starkly in the oppressive darkness.
And, worst of all, she saw Areru. She saw the dragon, lying on his side, blood oozing from a great hole in his chest. His face covered in caked, drying scarlet with obvious tear marks coming from his eyes. Trails that were still wet as the dragon cried, his eyes distant and unfocused.
"Whah?" Ryoko tried to ask, her voice more of a croak than anything intelligible. She leaned forward, her legs sticking out to catch her-
And fell into a heap, her robes practically dropping from her form as her stickly legs collapsed underneath of her.
"Whu-ht," Ryoko tried to say again as she put her hands underneath of her and struggled to get back up. "Whuht hahpened," she managed to get out as she tried to crawl towards the dragon. "Whuht did you... d-hoo?"
Ryoko saw the oozing blood of Areru's chest spurt and the dragon thrashed in place, his back arching-
And a crimson mass forming inside of the massive, gaping wound. Ryoko stared, her sunken eyes wide, as the mass...
Began beating.
His... heart?
Ryoko raised one trembling hand off the ground and pressed it against her chest, her eyes wide as she watched Areru's heart beat-
Ba-bump.
-in tune with her own.
"What..." Ryoko whispered, her throat and tongue working better and better with every syllable. "What did you..." She crawled forward, blood staining her robes, soaking her knees through the ancient, ruined material. "You..."
Areru's limbs locked forward, his claws extending in full as his neck arched and the wound upon his chest sealed over. His body remained locked in that position for a long, painful moment before he relaxed as though his strings had been cut.
The only sounds that could be heard was the dragon panting in exhaustion and pain and the rain, outside, coming down in sheets.
Ryoko shuffled forward, crawling towards the dragon. Every second, she grew stronger. Every second, her journey got easier.
He wasn't very far from her. The cave wasn't especially large. But her weakened state made even that short distance into an odyssey. But all such journeys come to an end and Ryoko reached the insensate fool.
She pressed a hand against the scales of Areru's chest, the only part of him that wasn't caked in crimson, and felt-
Ba-bump.
His heart beating.
Sitting up on her bloody knees, Ryoko pressed her other hand against her own chest-
Ba-bump.
-and felt her heart beating in tune with his own.
"You..." Ryoko rasped, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes. The woman took the hand away from her chest and reached up, pulling her red Oni mask off. "Why?!" she demanded as she leaned forward and pressed her forehead against the dragon's chest. "What do you get out of this?! Areru!? Why did you..."
Ryoko... didn't even know what she wanted to ask. With her freedom, that meant...
Except...
Pulling back, the woman wiped at her teary eyes and looked down to her wrists.
There were no gemstones...
She reached up and pressed a finger against her throat.
And no gemstone there, either.
That...
That was impossible!
"How?" Ryoko asked as she stood up on shaking legs to look down at the dragon.
The broken dragon, still whimpering and crying. Barely even cognizant of her presence. Who had just regrown his own heart. Who had flesh and bone and gristle still stuck, clinging to his claws.
He'd...
He'd given her his own heart. He'd... he'd ripped it out of his chest by his own hand.
And every time it beat, power filled her. With every beat of her heart, Ryoko grew stronger.
The woman shuffled around the dragon until she was at his head and dropped down to her knees. She reached out and cradled the teen's head in her hands, lifting his bloody, grizzly face until she could meet his eyes.
"You... you idiot," Ryoko mumbled as she bent over to press her forehead against his. "You- stupid, stupid boy. I was fine. I was almost ready to free myself! Just a few more months, maybe a year at most, and..."
Tears leaked from her eyes as Ryoko held herself against Areru.
He'd done... this. All of this.
For her.
Ryoko's heart beat, and it filled her with something that wasn't strength. It wasn't power. She wasn't sure what it was, really. She'd never felt it before. But...
But holding Areru filled her with a kind of warmth she'd never felt before.
Ryoko held the dragon, confused tears trailing down her cheeks as the storm beyond the cave entrance raged. She didn't know how long she did so. She couldn't, as foreign and alien as her own body felt anymore.
Eventually, however, Areru came back to himself. He was still distant, still...
Broken.
But there was enough of him there, enough of the boy who'd...
He was there. And that was enough.
The dragon trembled as it stood up on shaking legs. He blinked, slowly, as he rotated his head and looked around the bloody cave.
And then he did something, a spark lit up in his eyes, and the cave...
Wasn't bloody. Even the smell had changed, replaced instantly with... scents that Ryoko didn't recognize.
"Go... home?" Areru asked, the simple words coming slowly from his mouth.
"Yeah," Ryoko agreed, verbally. "Let's... let's go home."
Areru blinked, slowly-
And Ryoko found herself standing in front of the television as Areru's form shifted from a large, imposing dragon and into a large, imposing teen.
That was naked.
And covered in blood.
Ryoko felt a blush creeping into her cheeks but Areru just turned away and walked towards the bathroom.
Alright. That was fair.
Reis, who'd been rather happily watching the end credits of the K-Drama, turned to look at Ryoko for a moment. The baby dragon sniffed at the air and glared, her green eyes boring spitefully into Ryoko's own...
Before the dragon decided she didn't care. Or maybe there was something more important for her to be doing.
Ryoko didn't know. The once-specter felt uncertain, about a lot of things.
Everything had changed, hadn't it?
Ryoko, confused, sat down at the table and pressed a hand against her chest-
Ba-bump.
And warmth filled her, from her head on down to her toes.
Anime Adjacent Entry: 069
Disclaimer Me Do: I own nothing you recognize. And most of what you don't recognize, I still don't own.
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25/7/1993
Ryoko didn't understand what happened. One moment, she was watching her show. The next, her mind felt like it'd been filled with fog and everything felt... wrong. Everything was dark and cold, the air stank of copper and-
Ba-bump.
-Ryoko's heart beat and fire filled her veins! It was a sensation that bordered the line between pleasure and pain, coursing through the entirety of her form.
Ba-bump.
Ryoko gasped aloud, the sound ragged and raspy as it came from her long-unused mouth.
Ba-bump.
Her body lurched forward and her hands clutched at the platform underneath of her body, struggling to find purchase.
Ba-bump.
Her fingers scrabbled against smooth stone and her nails, untouched for centuries and painfully brittle, cracked and broke. She felt pain-
Ba-bump.
-she felt... pain?
Ryoko raised her arms before her face as her heart continued to beat, as the power flowing into her, through her, burned less and less.
There were no gloves on her hands. Just tight, withered flesh that clung to her bones. Her nails, long and sharp, now cracked and broken.
She was... in her body?
How long had it been since she'd looked at her own body? How many decades had it been since she'd last inhabited her physical form? How many centuries had it been since she's begun storing away the bare, thin trickle of her own, limited strength?
Had it succeeded? Had she finally managed to hoard enough to craft a pale imitation of one of her Jewels?
No...
Something was... different.
Her heart beat and Ryoko felt strength, little as it might be, fill her bones. Her flesh, little more than thin skin, ready to tear apart at a moment's notice, filled out. Not much, not significantly. But enough for her to notice. Enough for her to see.
Her heart beat and Ryoko's strength grew. She leaned up, struggling all the while, until she'd managed to work herself into a sitting position. She looked down, to her abdomen, to her groin, to her hips and her legs.
The rest of her looked as bad as her arms did. Worn and withered, discolored from century after century trapped in the dark.
She turned to the side of her stone bed and froze, her eyes taking in... everything.
Blood.
Everywhere.
It covered the walls. It covered the floor. Thick puddles of crimson, filled with glowing motes of light, stood out starkly in the oppressive darkness.
And, worst of all, she saw Areru. She saw the dragon, lying on his side, blood oozing from a great hole in his chest. His face covered in caked, drying scarlet with obvious tear marks coming from his eyes. Trails that were still wet as the dragon cried, his eyes distant and unfocused.
"Whah?" Ryoko tried to ask, her voice more of a croak than anything intelligible. She leaned forward, her legs sticking out to catch her-
And fell into a heap, her robes practically dropping from her form as her stickly legs collapsed underneath of her.
"Whu-ht," Ryoko tried to say again as she put her hands underneath of her and struggled to get back up. "Whuht hahpened," she managed to get out as she tried to crawl towards the dragon. "Whuht did you... d-hoo?"
Ryoko saw the oozing blood of Areru's chest spurt and the dragon thrashed in place, his back arching-
And a crimson mass forming inside of the massive, gaping wound. Ryoko stared, her sunken eyes wide, as the mass...
Began beating.
His... heart?
Ryoko raised one trembling hand off the ground and pressed it against her chest, her eyes wide as she watched Areru's heart beat-
Ba-bump.
-in tune with her own.
"What..." Ryoko whispered, her throat and tongue working better and better with every syllable. "What did you..." She crawled forward, blood staining her robes, soaking her knees through the ancient, ruined material. "You..."
Areru's limbs locked forward, his claws extending in full as his neck arched and the wound upon his chest sealed over. His body remained locked in that position for a long, painful moment before he relaxed as though his strings had been cut.
The only sounds that could be heard was the dragon panting in exhaustion and pain and the rain, outside, coming down in sheets.
Ryoko shuffled forward, crawling towards the dragon. Every second, she grew stronger. Every second, her journey got easier.
He wasn't very far from her. The cave wasn't especially large. But her weakened state made even that short distance into an odyssey. But all such journeys come to an end and Ryoko reached the insensate fool.
She pressed a hand against the scales of Areru's chest, the only part of him that wasn't caked in crimson, and felt-
Ba-bump.
His heart beating.
Sitting up on her bloody knees, Ryoko pressed her other hand against her own chest-
Ba-bump.
-and felt her heart beating in tune with his own.
"You..." Ryoko rasped, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes. The woman took the hand away from her chest and reached up, pulling her red Oni mask off. "Why?!" she demanded as she leaned forward and pressed her forehead against the dragon's chest. "What do you get out of this?! Areru!? Why did you..."
Ryoko... didn't even know what she wanted to ask. With her freedom, that meant...
Except...
Pulling back, the woman wiped at her teary eyes and looked down to her wrists.
There were no gemstones...
She reached up and pressed a finger against her throat.
And no gemstone there, either.
That...
That was impossible!
"How?" Ryoko asked as she stood up on shaking legs to look down at the dragon.
The broken dragon, still whimpering and crying. Barely even cognizant of her presence. Who had just regrown his own heart. Who had flesh and bone and gristle still stuck, clinging to his claws.
He'd...
He'd given her his own heart. He'd... he'd ripped it out of his chest by his own hand.
And every time it beat, power filled her. With every beat of her heart, Ryoko grew stronger.
The woman shuffled around the dragon until she was at his head and dropped down to her knees. She reached out and cradled the teen's head in her hands, lifting his bloody, grizzly face until she could meet his eyes.
"You... you idiot," Ryoko mumbled as she bent over to press her forehead against his. "You- stupid, stupid boy. I was fine. I was almost ready to free myself! Just a few more months, maybe a year at most, and..."
Tears leaked from her eyes as Ryoko held herself against Areru.
He'd done... this. All of this.
For her.
Ryoko's heart beat, and it filled her with something that wasn't strength. It wasn't power. She wasn't sure what it was, really. She'd never felt it before. But...
But holding Areru filled her with a kind of warmth she'd never felt before.
Ryoko held the dragon, confused tears trailing down her cheeks as the storm beyond the cave entrance raged. She didn't know how long she did so. She couldn't, as foreign and alien as her own body felt anymore.
Eventually, however, Areru came back to himself. He was still distant, still...
Broken.
But there was enough of him there, enough of the boy who'd...
He was there. And that was enough.
The dragon trembled as it stood up on shaking legs. He blinked, slowly, as he rotated his head and looked around the bloody cave.
And then he did something, a spark lit up in his eyes, and the cave...
Wasn't bloody. Even the smell had changed, replaced instantly with... scents that Ryoko didn't recognize.
"Go... home?" Areru asked, the simple words coming slowly from his mouth.
"Yeah," Ryoko agreed, verbally. "Let's... let's go home."
Areru blinked, slowly-
And Ryoko found herself standing in front of the television as Areru's form shifted from a large, imposing dragon and into a large, imposing teen.
That was naked.
And covered in blood.
Ryoko felt a blush creeping into her cheeks but Areru just turned away and walked towards the bathroom.
Alright. That was fair.
Reis, who'd been rather happily watching the end credits of the K-Drama, turned to look at Ryoko for a moment. The baby dragon sniffed at the air and glared, her green eyes boring spitefully into Ryoko's own...
Before the dragon decided she didn't care. Or maybe there was something more important for her to be doing.
Ryoko didn't know. The once-specter felt uncertain, about a lot of things.
Everything had changed, hadn't it?
Ryoko, confused, sat down at the table and pressed a hand against her chest-
Ba-bump.
And warmth filled her, from her head on down to her toes.
SiegfriedisOP
Calamity Demon King of Time
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Happy Valentine's Day! <3
ThaTrueRealmWalk
A blob of Galaxy, watching you through the Screen.
- Location
- Inside this TV
Ah, I see
Perfectly lined up, both the day, entry count, and topics
... And now I'm wondering if Areru heard that Ryoko was almost free, and is screaming at himself in his head for being stupid-
Actually, does doing something that would have been pointless in a year improve the ritual aspect of it all. To unknowingly I might add?
Perfectly lined up, both the day, entry count, and topics
... And now I'm wondering if Areru heard that Ryoko was almost free, and is screaming at himself in his head for being stupid-
Actually, does doing something that would have been pointless in a year improve the ritual aspect of it all. To unknowingly I might add?
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- Mr
Ryoko now knows there is someone that truely, absolutely gives a damn about her. and every heartbeat will be a gentle reminder of it. Washu is going to WTF sooooo hard at this situation.
...Such a cat.
I wonder what effects (if any) there will be for Ryoko in terms of the dragon-ness of the donor organs.
Nice
This also demonstrates the importance of communication! Always discuss your resurrection plans with your friends before going through with an untested plan!
Shadow Archon
Protoss Preserver
- Location
- Louisiana
Well, if Ryoko is detectable from space, Here Comes Ayeka!
I wonder how long the author has had this planned? No way it is just a coincidence.
Alec does not fuck around when it comes to his friends and family.
Remember Reis instinctively expects a more hostile environment from other dragons.
So she probably reacted here, and then decided it wasn't a problem because Alec would make sure the new 'dragon' behaved.
Well, first off let me complement the timing. Day, narrative, and chapter count all coming together? Beautiful. How long was that planned out in advance?
Second...whoo boy. I'm not familiar enough with Tenchi Muyo to get the specifics of what impact this would have on Ryoko (y'know, besides the general ones of a girl slowly growing a close platonic relationship with a boy only to suddenly have a living body again through their sacrifice. That, and they were particularly romance-inclined to another protagonist in a different time-line that almost certainly put less effort into that relationship. So, uh. NO IDEA where that's probably going, no sir.
I'm also not really clear on how Yosho will react considering, y'know, Ryoko's body vanished. But then it seems like his tree is actually pinning her ship? Power sources? There wasn't actually any bindings on the body, so there may not be any alarms to alert him either. Areru technically got really close to it earlier even, and nothing happened then.
Finally, what I DO know...is that Areru just left gallons of magic enriched dragon blood all over the place in his ritual cave. A cave he didn't heavily ward or trap because it was a disposable site. It's disposable because that much magic will attract outside attention. To the cave filled with his freely spilled blood. That strikes me as...problematic. Maybe there were some wraith clones we didn't see in the background? Duplications I think are too short, and Bilocation shares pain/damage and was thus dismissed...but Wraith clones are disconnected enough to be fully disposable. Would that not equally imply that even with a maimed creator they could just wait in the wings and then come in afterwards with the mops and bleach and acid to ruin evidence for tracking?
If so, then this was just a matter of them letting Ryoko/Areru have their moment...but I could also see Areru having had a teenage oopsie moment and not having thought of all the mess his sacrifice would make (because while the heart, eyes, and tongue were consumed along with all the blood spilled in the extraction, there's still all the blood that didn't get in the circle or was squirted around while he was healing AFTER the sacrifice). That seems like the kinda mistake he could make.
That opens up some interesting plot elements then with other groups wondering wtf kinda ritual could take THAT much dragon blood and power, what it did, where the dragon went, and of course if they have to fight each other for ownership of recovered reagents/magical knowledge.
Second...whoo boy. I'm not familiar enough with Tenchi Muyo to get the specifics of what impact this would have on Ryoko (y'know, besides the general ones of a girl slowly growing a close platonic relationship with a boy only to suddenly have a living body again through their sacrifice. That, and they were particularly romance-inclined to another protagonist in a different time-line that almost certainly put less effort into that relationship. So, uh. NO IDEA where that's probably going, no sir.
I'm also not really clear on how Yosho will react considering, y'know, Ryoko's body vanished. But then it seems like his tree is actually pinning her ship? Power sources? There wasn't actually any bindings on the body, so there may not be any alarms to alert him either. Areru technically got really close to it earlier even, and nothing happened then.
Finally, what I DO know...is that Areru just left gallons of magic enriched dragon blood all over the place in his ritual cave. A cave he didn't heavily ward or trap because it was a disposable site. It's disposable because that much magic will attract outside attention. To the cave filled with his freely spilled blood. That strikes me as...problematic. Maybe there were some wraith clones we didn't see in the background? Duplications I think are too short, and Bilocation shares pain/damage and was thus dismissed...but Wraith clones are disconnected enough to be fully disposable. Would that not equally imply that even with a maimed creator they could just wait in the wings and then come in afterwards with the mops and bleach and acid to ruin evidence for tracking?
If so, then this was just a matter of them letting Ryoko/Areru have their moment...but I could also see Areru having had a teenage oopsie moment and not having thought of all the mess his sacrifice would make (because while the heart, eyes, and tongue were consumed along with all the blood spilled in the extraction, there's still all the blood that didn't get in the circle or was squirted around while he was healing AFTER the sacrifice). That seems like the kinda mistake he could make.
That opens up some interesting plot elements then with other groups wondering wtf kinda ritual could take THAT much dragon blood and power, what it did, where the dragon went, and of course if they have to fight each other for ownership of recovered reagents/magical knowledge.