[] Tim
-[] Transcendent Gadgeteer
Maskless 6.4
Lacey clearly sees the indecision on your face and gives you a way out. "Do you think you could explain this a little more? I mean, you're talking about
installing something into us like we're computers one second, but then you're talking about magic the next. Have to admit, I'm a little lost."
Oh, good. Something you can actually answer. Just where in the world are you going to start? "Sure, sure. Um, okay. When Storm and I talk about a template, we're talking about a set of magical skills and spells that… sort of come naturally to you. They probably wouldn't normally, but in my case, Storm basically took all the skills that a previous witch used in her life, wrapped them up, and stuck them in the back of my head. Whenever I 'learn' a spell, it comes far more easily than it normally would, and it feels a little like I'm remembering how to do it instead of starting from the beginning."
The assembled Privateers glance at you uneasily, and your dad especially looks shocked. Alex clears his throat. "So you're saying that you have somebody else in your head? Like feeling like you lived another life before or something?"
Your hair whips around from how quickly you shake your head. "No, no, no. Nothing like that. I've had Perfect Storm for a few months already, and the closest I've gotten to that is two or three weird dreams that might have been snippets of the first Calamity Witch's memories. Maybe not even that; they may just be normal dreams that I'm putting Devices and spells in. I can't exactly compare it to anything. It isn't like Storm has TV specials about the templates it can play for me."
"And we'd have a choice in what we'd get if we agreed to it?" Tim prompts.
"Of course. There are only four templates to choose from, admittedly, but you would get to pick from them. The one I picked is Calamity Witch, which is all about hanging back and throwing fireballs around. Extinction Knight is, well, pretty much a knight in shining armor." Perfect Storm buzzes angrily at that comparison, and you give the crimson sphere at the head of the staff a quick pat. For all that it recommended you pick up skills from that template, that's also the template it likes the least. Or maybe it was just who they came from; Perfect Storm rambled a bit about somebody named 'Belka' for a while when you asked. "Sword and armor and smacking people in the face with them. Infinite Enhancement isn't a fighter like the other two. It takes more of a healer and supporter role. Kind of like Othala was for the Empire," you add with a grimace. "Transcendent Gadgeteer, on the other hand, is basically a magical Tinker—"
Tim glances up with wides eyes and interrupts, "A Tinker?"
Several of the Privateers start laughing at that, and while their accountant blushes, he doesn't take back the question. Someone clearly has a favorite group of capes.
Might as well roll with it. At least he seems interested. "Pretty much. I don't know a lot about it, but some things should be obvious. Look at Perfect Storm. It isn't made of wood and pretty rocks and ancient letters carved under the light of the full moon. It's very technological. Honestly, I thought it was Tinkertech at first."
"I gotta ask," one man in the back calls out, "this is all nice and fun, but you're saying you have something that looks like something out of a Tinker's lab but isn't, and you're saying they run on this weird energy that a few people have but a lot of people don't and calling it magic. If this isn't really Tinkertech, what the hell is it?"
That's one question you're going to delay on as long as you can. As Dragon proved, even video of the
Agharti isn't enough to satisfy some people's skepticism. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Let me prove what I'm claiming now, and then we can talk about that later, okay?"
Tim and Lacey have been having a quiet conversation while you were otherwise occupied, but they wrap it up quickly enough. "I'll be honest with you, Taylor," Lacey says. "When you said you had something to say, this isn't what I expected. It's cool that you're offering to give away powers like that me and Tim, but I gotta to pass on it. This is too much to wrap my head around and make a decision on right this second. Ask me in six weeks or whenever, however long it'll be before you can make another of these things, and maybe I'll take you up on it, but not this time."
Disappointing, but you suppose you can't blame her. If Perfect Storm had told you everything at once, would you still have said yes without thinking about it? …Well, maybe. Between the events at Winslow and your pitiful relationship with your father and just the utter, desperate loneliness that was your life back then, you probably would have taken the first hand that was offered to you. You doubt Lacey is in that same dark place.
"Your loss," Tim says in a teasing voice. "It seems simple enough to me. You say you can make me a Tinker? I'll sign up for that. What do we need to do to get this ball rolling?"
That's a good question. "Storm? Time to get started, buddy."
"Aye aye, Mistress!" The Privateers chuckle at that, and your cheeks burn. You flash with orange light as your Barrier Jacket vanishes, Perfect Storm sitting in your hand without its customary silver chain. The blue jewel quivers in your hand, and acting on instinct you toss it into the air in front of you.
It hangs in midair and gleams innocently for a moment.
You and everyone else jump back and not a few people shout in surprise when the jewel
explodes. A wave of wires and gears and slabs of metal flood the space. It's as large as a car, then a school bus; you're worried you are about to be crushed by your own Intelligent Device when the outpouring of pieces comes to a halt for just a moment. Something deep inside the mechanical mess shifts and turns, then the innards pull back with the same speed they came after you. They don't get as far, though. The sheets of copper and bronze clank together, seams sealing instantly and hiding the delicate machinery.
What stands before you is a short, blunt crescent, an oval of pale blue glass sitting in the middle of the curve. It is not as large as it once was, much to your relief, but it still stands half as tall as you and maybe half a bus in length. Swallowing your nervousness, you walk forward as slowly as you can without making your newfound doubts obvious and lay your hand on the glass dome. It shatters under your touch, the solid sheet breaking apart into tiny hexagons no larger than your thumbnail that roll outward in a wave and vanish into the edges of the opening that is revealed. All that sits inside is a slanted wall with an indentation in the rough shape of a person. "Is… Is Tim supposed to climb in there?"
"Negative." Perfect Storm's voice is no longer the androgynous thing you are used to, but instead the deep voice from the training simulations. It – or has your Device been a he all this time? – somehow senses your confusion.
"No accessible power source detected. Mana will be drawn from Linker Core. User Taylor possesses sufficiently developed and enhanced Linker Core. Acceptable limit of strain calculated. Time for Device creation: 73 hours, 8 minutes, 50 seconds."
You're going to be stuck inside that tiny room for three days?! Glancing at your dad, he guesses what you are about to ask because he sighs in resignation. "I'll call your school tomorrow, say you got sick and need to be excused for the day. I'm just glad we didn't try this in the middle of the week."
That's one thing taken care of, you suppose. Steeling your nerves, you step inside and turn around to face the team. "See you in a bit," you call out even as the shards of glass roll back out and reform into a opaque shield that tinges the walls of the inner chamber a deep, dark blue. "What do I have to do next?"
"Lay in receptacle." Shrugging, you do so only for your clothes to flash and refrigerated air to wash over your bare skin.
"Garb stored in dimensional pocket as when deploying Barrier Jacket," the voice says before you can raise a fuss.
Water, or some sort of liquid anyway, gushes out of unseen vents in the walls, prompting you to hook your heels against the lower edges of the indentation and hoist yourself up. You expect it to stop somewhere around your ankles, maybe your knees, but once it gets to your waist you start to panic. "Storm! What's going on?"
"User Taylor will drift in suspension fluid during empowerment process." Small circular things press into your arms, your legs, your buttocks, and up your spine to the base of your skull.
"Advise preparation. This may sting."
Your eyes flick around in perfectly reasonable fear while the water covers your chest. "What do you mean, sting—"
Red-hot needles stab through muscle and bone and flood your body with acid. You scream only for the sound to be cut off when water pours down your throat and into your lungs. You gag and gasp, your frantic attempts not to drown sucking more fluid down while your vision starts narrowing down into a single point…
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The
plink,
plink,
plink of water dripping onto a sheet of tin slowly rouses you. You just lay there for several long moments, thoughts drifting around sluggishly and not making any sense. A chilly breeze brushes against you, making you shiver and finally giving you the impetus to open your eyes. You immediately slam them shut when even the dim light surrounding you stabs them like daggers. "Storm?" you rasp through an aching throat. "Time?"
"Local time nineteen forty-one, 17 April, Earth Bet year 2011."
Nineteen… Military time, probably. And April seventeenth. That was three days, all right. Your arms shake and threaten to drop you flat on your face when you push off from the floor, but you manage to make it to a mostly upright position leaning against a wall. "What… happened?"
"Strain to Linker Core avoided. Template duplication and Device construction completed without complications."
Good. That's good. You still feel like complete and total shit, but right now you want out of this box. "Door?" Light burns against your eyelids, and you flop backwards and splat wetly against the cold linoleum. "Fuck. You."
"Taylor!" You can't make out anything through the glare, but you know Lacey's voice. The scratchy blanket she covers you with rubs your nerves raw even as it starts making you at last comfortably warm. "Are you okay?"
You aim a bleary glare in her general direction. Do you
look okay?
Something slides out from beneath your legs, and an ear-splitting grinding fills the world for far too long before a small object plops onto your chest. Sticking your hand out from beneath the blanket, you find a cool diamond-shaped thing. «
Infinite apologies, Mistress,» comes the soft mental voice of your Device. «
Linker Core–derived power source quaternary measure for replication. Additional redundancy, not meant for active use. Source comfort low priority.»
«Sovereign as source not predicted. Logging issue for relay to Imperial Armaments R&D.»
You seriously consider throwing the infernal contraption against the nearest wall, but the sheer sorrow in its… his… the Device's voice stays your hand. The timbre, the word choice; you know that wasn't Perfect Storm you were dealing with in that chamber. That was Immortal Assimilation Engine, and for the first time you're glad your Device caught amnesia from its crash landing on Earth. Alien technology so cold and so powerful in the hands of a villain is a frightening image.
Warm and cold play against your skin for a moment before your clothes reappear. Chancing another look around, you find a green crystal tetrahedron sitting on the ground. «
That's Tim's Device?»
«
Affirmative. Upon activation, will install Transcendent Gadgeteer template into user.»
"Neat," you croak. You pick it up and look around slowly, eyes still mostly closed. "Tim?"
"I'm right here," the accountant says as he walks into view. He chances a glance at you and then looks full on once he sees that you're no longer naked. "Are you all right?"
"Peachy. Catch."
You lob the pyramid at him, and bright green light erupts from it as soon as he catches it. Something swirls within the glow, and after about as long as it felt when you bonded with Perfect Storm, the light fades away to reveal the new and improved Privateer. Tim looks down through the tinted welder's goggles at his thick brown coveralls, the top pulled down with the sleeves tied up around his waist, and the muscle shirt that should be beneath it. And you do mean
muscle shirt. Tim was thin and reedy before now, a lot like you and your dad, but now he's wiry. He eyes his arm and pokes a taut bicep experimentally. "Taylor?"
«
Yeah, that's normal. No, it won't go away when you change back.» He whips his head around to figure out where the voice is coming from before he turns wide eyes back to you. You smile in response, and a harsh chuckle slips out. «
Welcome to the world of magic, Tim, where full-body makeovers and telepathy come standard issue. It's a good thing Dad already picked you for his inner circle. Our Devices protect us from his powers. Getting a teamwork boost would be convenient sometimes, but since that same defense works against all Masters and even the Simurgh? I think it's a small price to pay in the end.»
"Lacey, maybe you made the right call," he says sheepishly. "I don't know that I'm ready for this, either."
"Told ya."
Your eyes roll. What are they complaining about? You had no idea what you were in for, and you handled it just fine.
"How long do we have before you go Tinker-crazy and take the microwave apart to make a death ray?" jokes Ramirez.
"No idea. It isn't like I have designs popping up in my head like… magic…" The men chuckle at the unintentional pun, but Tim is distracted by something flickering on one goggle lens. A hologram screen appears in front of him with what is probably a blueprint or something on it. "Huh. Or maybe I do."
Alex walks up behind him and looks over his shoulder at the screen. "Cool. Do you think that workshop you set up is gonna work?"
"…I think I may need some more tools. And parts. Lots and lots of parts."
"How long will it take to get everything up and running?"
Tim shrugs. "A week? Maybe a little longer if we don't want Ramirez bitching about the microwave."
"It's a valid concern!"
Entertaining as the sitcom in front of you is, you have work to do, particularly if you can get your legs to cooperate. You wave for Lacey to help you up to your feet. «
Anything important happen while I was out?» you ask your Device.
«
Protectorate announced Ward Bouncer missing, unclear if runaway or kidnapped. Delegation of Protectorate Case 53s will tour city and invite all curious independent heroes and rogues. Invitation forwarded specifically to Samantha. 'Calamity Witch' mentioned in further fifteen threads in PHO Creative Writing board, eight labeled adult content. Audio message received from Chevalier.»
That last bit cuts through your mental grumbling about Internet smut-peddlers, and you look down at the jewel. «
Chevalier left a voicemail? Maybe it's about the statue. Play it.»
"Calamity Witch, it's Chevalier," the message says.
"I asked around about the statue, but I only found something earlier today when I got a call from Legend. Someone must have mentioned it to him, and now he wants to talk to you." A small sound comes through, too garbled for you to make out.
"I don't know what you got yourself into, but whatever it is had him sounding worried. He said it wasn't urgent, and maybe it really isn't. I still think you better talk to him sooner than later. Not much rattles him, but this did. Give me a call when you want me to arrange a meeting."
…Oh.
+1 training to Solar Wrath (6/6 Master).
+1 training to Dimensional Transfer (3/4 Adept).
+1 training to Burst (1/1 Master).
+1 training to Frost Beam (2/2 Master).
If you look at the character sheet, you will find a small change in the Charge Cartridge skill. After a very long conversation about the number of cartridges that actually were used in the series and how believable/unbelievable the number I had previously assigned had to be used before experiencing mana poisoning was (you can find the start of it here), I have decided that I'm mostly just going to fudge the numbers based on how many cartridges eventually wind up getting used at a time. I have a rough rubric in the back of my head, so you won't need to worry about using 500 one day perfectly fine and the next getting into a situation where you break after only using two, but trying to set it into firm math was just getting too difficult.
You know what time it is? Time to plan next week's activities!
- Secret Santa – When Chevalier said he was going to find an answer regarding the statue, you thought he was going to stay local, not call Legend of all people. And now the world's premier Blaster is worried about you?! Head to New York and find out what's going on.
- Back in the Saddle – Okay, that's one crisis over with, other than the whole 'Lung is the Butcher now' thing. Before you get around to worrying about that, maybe you should deal with the local monsters? Put on your Batman cap and look around for where they could be hiding.
- Birds of a Feather – A delegation of Case 53s are coming by to talk to some of the big wigs in town, and they've also expressed an interest in meeting Samantha since she's officially listed as a Case 53 as well. Swing by with her and introduce yourselves.
- A Whole New World – You've always lived in a small corner of New England, but now you have powers that really let you get around. Take a little time to see the world around you.
- Spatial Translocation: Write-in
- Dimensional Translocation: Random or Write-in
- Back to Our Scheduled Programing – Go on patrol and look for trouble. You can write in to go along with somebody/somebodies.
- Hanging Out – Take a little time to yourself and spend some time with somebody/somebodies. Preferably doing something that doesn't involve burninating people. Write in the person, place, and thing.
- Nose to the Grindstone – Spend a free period training in the simulator. May be chosen twice. Write-in for which spell to practice.
I shouldn't have to explain what the bullets mean by now. I can't promise that the vote will open in exactly 24 hours since I have to work tomorrow and might not leave on time, but it shouldn't be too big a delay.