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Poor man's Power manipulation (Cyoav1)
Welcome to the scrap pile..... this is basically where I store my broken dreams, please feel free to draw inspiration from this if you care to read.
you have my full permission to use the Ideas from these drafts, though the OC's are mind so change the names or something.
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Okay, so I was in Worm? Big fucking whoop. Time to see what powers I've got. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and started searching for that sweet, sweet cosmic power I knew would be hidden deep within me. And about ten minutes in, I found it, and ''holy shit' it was about to be fucking lit!' I thought to myself, salivating at the ten charges of (Shattered Limiter) Power Manipulation before me. The shards of potential lighting up the space within my mindscape, waiting for me to imbue them with a conceptual meaning. And like the unimaginative casual I was at heart, I almost immediately tried to put every single one of the charges into omnipotence, thoughts of suddenly be able to start curb stomping Scion filling my head.
However, contrary to my expectations, my charges weren't spent and consequently weren't transformed into unlimited reality-warping power. All I got back from my power was the equivalent of a confused, dismissive shrug as nothing happened.
'Huh?'
Okay, so no Omnipotence, then? Alright, how about Reality-Warping?... No? Low-Level Reality-Warping maybe? ...I spent what felt like the next 5 minutes just trying to manifest some form of Omnipotent, Reality-Warping power. Experimenting with variations like 'Nigh,' and 'Near,' omnipotence 'Limited Reality-Warping,' ect, but it seemed like no matter what variation I tried, I couldn't create a single power that embodied unlimited Reality-Warping.
In hindsight, it wasn't that much of a loss since I already had Power Manipulation to fall back on, and it kind of acted as a form of Limited-Omnipotence on its own when you thought about it. The only real limitation was the charge limit. And considering that I had started with 10 charges, I probably had Shattered Limiter, Blank, and Invictus as well, since I wasn't already a mind-controlled power slave trapped in a cauldron basement by now.
"Huh" I hummed rubbing my chin 'Does that mean that in six months to a year from now, my power would double? Could that be the reason I couldn't create an Omnipotence power?'
'Was it because I already got all I could ever want but still wanted more and that was confusing my power?'
"Well, there's no use crying over spilled milk, whatever imaginary milk that might be. It's time to start min-maxing this bitch. I thought spending the next 20 minutes theory crafting powers, all while observing the serene on goings in the park. By the end of it, I had decided on two powers that I should develop before anything else to ensure my survival from today onwards and throughout my time on Earth Bet.
With newfound determination, I closed my eyes once more and focused on my charges...
I immediately spent half of my charges on SuperiorAdaptation(5)[SA] (5) and instantly felt the change, as ripples ran through my entire body. My skin and muscles shifting into new configurations, contracting and stretching like worms beneath the surface.
I even had a mini-heart attack when I felt my legs start to shift themselves into a backward configuration and my skull start elongating. Fortunately, it seemed like my power had a subconscious aspect to it. Because as soon as I started to freak out at the prospects of becoming a xenomorph, they reverted back into their original humanoid configuration, albeit with more defined musculature."
'And defined they where' I thought running an hand over now defined abs 'Jesus christ I'm CUT' I muttered under my breath, tracing a finger across my now fucking massive forarms, 'Fuck I was CUT I could probally give a edgelord envy' "Fuck!! You could probably grate cheese on them bitches" I laughed smacking my now toned stomach with a giggle.
"Damn, a cape!"
"He's unmasked!"
"Are you crazy? He'd kill us! Put your phone away!"
"Call the PRT!"
"Man, he's obviously a changer. You think he'd just stroll by?"
"Mark, keep walking. Don't look back."
"Damn!"
"You think I could get an autograph?"
"Shut up and run!"
My newly enhanced ears alerted me to the fact that I was still, for all intents and purposes, in a relatively public venue. Well, it didn't matter since I already had a solution for that. I closed my eyes once again and used the remaining charges on a stranger power that would likely save my ass going forward – PlotHole(5)[PH].
Here's how it worked: You know how plot logic in stories like Genie and Aladdin sometimes doesn't make sense, but we all just ignore it to enjoy the story? I mean, Aladdin's first wish was to be a prince, and if Genie had actually granted his wish as it was stated, he would have been a prince with all that entails, meaning money, a kingdom and all the bells and whistles being an Arabian prince entails but in actuality he just got a fancy 5min illusion. So, all the rest of the story becomes irrelevant. This power is like the version of that concept, akin to the SEP field from "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" and Forget-Me-Not's power from X-Men, where the rules of logic need not apply.
You see, the perk Blank only says it'll protect you from shard based precognitive and clairvoyant abilities, but it mentions that deductive powers like Tattletales and modeling powers like Coil's can still perceive you right? So that got me thinking - what if, for instance,Scion uses an ability akin to that to figure out that you were the reason everything has been going awry as of late? Non-shard powers, you say? The secret to entropy, you say? By golly, isn't that interesting! Let me just... FIRING MY LAZER!!!
So Yeah. this was a power specifically built to prevent that from happening, it was literally the power's definition of 'the rules of logic need not apply.'
I mean, At minimum I had two years to take down Jack Slash before Golden Morning Starts (and I was definitely gonna be killing him long before that). During that time, my power would be growing day by day. I'm talking about truly exponential growth without limit, so why wouldn't I do everything in my power to delay the inevitable fight with Scion as much as possible?
It takes the form of both an SEP field that makes you ignore and rationalize the extraordinary, much like in "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy," and Forget-Me-Not's power from X-Men, which erases my existence from your memory the moment you're not scrutinizing me too closely. Hence, it's the world's greatest Stranger power, guaranteed to protect you from all thinkers, no matter their form or size.
And just like that as soon as PlotHole(5)[PH] activated, the multitude of horrified, anxious, and surprised expressions in the crowd shifted to shades of bored disinterest and confused dismissal.
I sighed letting the crowd go about their days as I continued to think.
The other side of the coin was SuperiorAdaptation(5)[SA]
Since Power Manipulation allowed me to make any type of power I wanted in whatever form I wanted, I initially thought about spending five charges to grant myself a power like Entity Physiology, Celestial Physiology, or Godly/Demigod Physiology. But, as I thought about it more, I remembered Darwin from the X-Men, who had the power of reactive adaptation which allowed him to go up against world war hulk. This also brought to mind other characters with similar abilities, like the Adaptoids from Marvel and A.m.a.z.o from DC. Then, I remembered Mad Jim Jaspers and the Fury.
And that was when I realized that I could have my cake and eat it too.
The Fury Mad Jim Jaspers created, was basically able to annihilate every super-being on Earth-238, including entities like Eternity and the Celestial's. So, what better way was there to counter something like Scion other than with an ability capable of adapting to and overcoming anything he could dish out?
SuperiorAdaptation(5)[SA] essentially allowed me to adapt to anything near instantaneously and continuously evolve my adaptations, whether they be offensive or defensive in nature, to better face any problems I might be having at the time. meaning if i was able to survive one of Scion's golden beams I probably wouldn't have to worry about the next one since i'd be able to tank it and retaliate with an attack as good as I got. I grinned at the thought, then focused on granting myself super speed to test it out.
I felt my body begin to shift once again. My legs initially attempted to shift into the backward configuration they had tried to take before, but with a reflexive pulse of will, I forced my evolution in a different direction, ensuring that my legs remained outwardly normal.
After the changes slowed a bit, I got up from my seat on the bench, and with a whip-like crack, I was suddenly meters away, in a clearing in the park relatively far from any pedestrians. My grin grew as I let the changes fade away. It's time to test out my power. Let's start with all the powers. The first power that came to mind was flight and laser blasts. Just like that, after a little concentration, I was suddenly enveloped by an aura of energy and started floating into the air, an additional second of concentration and I was releasing blasts of light from my hand, scorching the ground below. I laughed at that then spent the next 5 mins flying around the park, dropping to the floor. I thought 'That's about half of New wave', check. I grinned and then began going down my mental list of powers.
Force fields, energy generation and projection, transforming into a sentient cloud, aerokinesis and pyrokinesis, as well as hydrokinesis and primitive earth manipulation. I chuckled to myself. Haha, I was like the Avatar. After completing my Avatar impression, I moved on to the more esoteric powers like Vista's spatial manipulation. It took a minute as I let my body shift, releasing the reins that kept me confined to a relatively human form, allowing the power to mold my body into a shape that best suited the ability. Before I knew it, I was a miniature black hole floating inches above the ground, my body a legitimate tear in the fabric of reality that led directly into the void. The space rippled around me in waves before stabilizing, and allowing me to manipulate the space around me.
I spent a few moments just practicing spatial manipulation before running trough the rest of Brockton Bay's power catalog. As I started time-stopping objects, growing two meters tall and shrinking to the size of a pebble, teleportation, manifesting blades along my skin and having them slowly erupt from my body, I couldn't help but feel like a one-man army. Spending an inordinate amount of time just flexing my will, leaving the harder powers for later: weapon projection, item empowerment, and alabaster's ability. I allowed myself to test out other abilities like phasing and so on for an inordinate amount of time. Any power I thought of, I at least tried to test it unless it was a really esoteric one.
After a while, I got bored and decided to visit and explore Brockton Bay. Wings burst from my back, phasing through the intervening material to appear outside of my shirt. And with one last chuckle, I flapped my wings and flew into Brockton Bay."
you have my full permission to use the Ideas from these drafts, though the OC's are mind so change the names or something.
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Okay, so I was in Worm? Big fucking whoop. Time to see what powers I've got. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and started searching for that sweet, sweet cosmic power I knew would be hidden deep within me. And about ten minutes in, I found it, and ''holy shit' it was about to be fucking lit!' I thought to myself, salivating at the ten charges of (Shattered Limiter) Power Manipulation before me. The shards of potential lighting up the space within my mindscape, waiting for me to imbue them with a conceptual meaning. And like the unimaginative casual I was at heart, I almost immediately tried to put every single one of the charges into omnipotence, thoughts of suddenly be able to start curb stomping Scion filling my head.
However, contrary to my expectations, my charges weren't spent and consequently weren't transformed into unlimited reality-warping power. All I got back from my power was the equivalent of a confused, dismissive shrug as nothing happened.
'Huh?'
Okay, so no Omnipotence, then? Alright, how about Reality-Warping?... No? Low-Level Reality-Warping maybe? ...I spent what felt like the next 5 minutes just trying to manifest some form of Omnipotent, Reality-Warping power. Experimenting with variations like 'Nigh,' and 'Near,' omnipotence 'Limited Reality-Warping,' ect, but it seemed like no matter what variation I tried, I couldn't create a single power that embodied unlimited Reality-Warping.
In hindsight, it wasn't that much of a loss since I already had Power Manipulation to fall back on, and it kind of acted as a form of Limited-Omnipotence on its own when you thought about it. The only real limitation was the charge limit. And considering that I had started with 10 charges, I probably had Shattered Limiter, Blank, and Invictus as well, since I wasn't already a mind-controlled power slave trapped in a cauldron basement by now.
"Huh" I hummed rubbing my chin 'Does that mean that in six months to a year from now, my power would double? Could that be the reason I couldn't create an Omnipotence power?'
'Was it because I already got all I could ever want but still wanted more and that was confusing my power?'
"Well, there's no use crying over spilled milk, whatever imaginary milk that might be. It's time to start min-maxing this bitch. I thought spending the next 20 minutes theory crafting powers, all while observing the serene on goings in the park. By the end of it, I had decided on two powers that I should develop before anything else to ensure my survival from today onwards and throughout my time on Earth Bet.
With newfound determination, I closed my eyes once more and focused on my charges...
I immediately spent half of my charges on SuperiorAdaptation(5)[SA] (5) and instantly felt the change, as ripples ran through my entire body. My skin and muscles shifting into new configurations, contracting and stretching like worms beneath the surface.
I even had a mini-heart attack when I felt my legs start to shift themselves into a backward configuration and my skull start elongating. Fortunately, it seemed like my power had a subconscious aspect to it. Because as soon as I started to freak out at the prospects of becoming a xenomorph, they reverted back into their original humanoid configuration, albeit with more defined musculature."
'And defined they where' I thought running an hand over now defined abs 'Jesus christ I'm CUT' I muttered under my breath, tracing a finger across my now fucking massive forarms, 'Fuck I was CUT I could probally give a edgelord envy' "Fuck!! You could probably grate cheese on them bitches" I laughed smacking my now toned stomach with a giggle.
"Damn, a cape!"
"He's unmasked!"
"Are you crazy? He'd kill us! Put your phone away!"
"Call the PRT!"
"Man, he's obviously a changer. You think he'd just stroll by?"
"Mark, keep walking. Don't look back."
"Damn!"
"You think I could get an autograph?"
"Shut up and run!"
My newly enhanced ears alerted me to the fact that I was still, for all intents and purposes, in a relatively public venue. Well, it didn't matter since I already had a solution for that. I closed my eyes once again and used the remaining charges on a stranger power that would likely save my ass going forward – PlotHole(5)[PH].
Here's how it worked: You know how plot logic in stories like Genie and Aladdin sometimes doesn't make sense, but we all just ignore it to enjoy the story? I mean, Aladdin's first wish was to be a prince, and if Genie had actually granted his wish as it was stated, he would have been a prince with all that entails, meaning money, a kingdom and all the bells and whistles being an Arabian prince entails but in actuality he just got a fancy 5min illusion. So, all the rest of the story becomes irrelevant. This power is like the version of that concept, akin to the SEP field from "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" and Forget-Me-Not's power from X-Men, where the rules of logic need not apply.
You see, the perk Blank only says it'll protect you from shard based precognitive and clairvoyant abilities, but it mentions that deductive powers like Tattletales and modeling powers like Coil's can still perceive you right? So that got me thinking - what if, for instance,Scion uses an ability akin to that to figure out that you were the reason everything has been going awry as of late? Non-shard powers, you say? The secret to entropy, you say? By golly, isn't that interesting! Let me just... FIRING MY LAZER!!!
So Yeah. this was a power specifically built to prevent that from happening, it was literally the power's definition of 'the rules of logic need not apply.'
I mean, At minimum I had two years to take down Jack Slash before Golden Morning Starts (and I was definitely gonna be killing him long before that). During that time, my power would be growing day by day. I'm talking about truly exponential growth without limit, so why wouldn't I do everything in my power to delay the inevitable fight with Scion as much as possible?
It takes the form of both an SEP field that makes you ignore and rationalize the extraordinary, much like in "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy," and Forget-Me-Not's power from X-Men, which erases my existence from your memory the moment you're not scrutinizing me too closely. Hence, it's the world's greatest Stranger power, guaranteed to protect you from all thinkers, no matter their form or size.
And just like that as soon as PlotHole(5)[PH] activated, the multitude of horrified, anxious, and surprised expressions in the crowd shifted to shades of bored disinterest and confused dismissal.
I sighed letting the crowd go about their days as I continued to think.
The other side of the coin was SuperiorAdaptation(5)[SA]
Since Power Manipulation allowed me to make any type of power I wanted in whatever form I wanted, I initially thought about spending five charges to grant myself a power like Entity Physiology, Celestial Physiology, or Godly/Demigod Physiology. But, as I thought about it more, I remembered Darwin from the X-Men, who had the power of reactive adaptation which allowed him to go up against world war hulk. This also brought to mind other characters with similar abilities, like the Adaptoids from Marvel and A.m.a.z.o from DC. Then, I remembered Mad Jim Jaspers and the Fury.
And that was when I realized that I could have my cake and eat it too.
The Fury Mad Jim Jaspers created, was basically able to annihilate every super-being on Earth-238, including entities like Eternity and the Celestial's. So, what better way was there to counter something like Scion other than with an ability capable of adapting to and overcoming anything he could dish out?
SuperiorAdaptation(5)[SA] essentially allowed me to adapt to anything near instantaneously and continuously evolve my adaptations, whether they be offensive or defensive in nature, to better face any problems I might be having at the time. meaning if i was able to survive one of Scion's golden beams I probably wouldn't have to worry about the next one since i'd be able to tank it and retaliate with an attack as good as I got. I grinned at the thought, then focused on granting myself super speed to test it out.
I felt my body begin to shift once again. My legs initially attempted to shift into the backward configuration they had tried to take before, but with a reflexive pulse of will, I forced my evolution in a different direction, ensuring that my legs remained outwardly normal.
After the changes slowed a bit, I got up from my seat on the bench, and with a whip-like crack, I was suddenly meters away, in a clearing in the park relatively far from any pedestrians. My grin grew as I let the changes fade away. It's time to test out my power. Let's start with all the powers. The first power that came to mind was flight and laser blasts. Just like that, after a little concentration, I was suddenly enveloped by an aura of energy and started floating into the air, an additional second of concentration and I was releasing blasts of light from my hand, scorching the ground below. I laughed at that then spent the next 5 mins flying around the park, dropping to the floor. I thought 'That's about half of New wave', check. I grinned and then began going down my mental list of powers.
Force fields, energy generation and projection, transforming into a sentient cloud, aerokinesis and pyrokinesis, as well as hydrokinesis and primitive earth manipulation. I chuckled to myself. Haha, I was like the Avatar. After completing my Avatar impression, I moved on to the more esoteric powers like Vista's spatial manipulation. It took a minute as I let my body shift, releasing the reins that kept me confined to a relatively human form, allowing the power to mold my body into a shape that best suited the ability. Before I knew it, I was a miniature black hole floating inches above the ground, my body a legitimate tear in the fabric of reality that led directly into the void. The space rippled around me in waves before stabilizing, and allowing me to manipulate the space around me.
I spent a few moments just practicing spatial manipulation before running trough the rest of Brockton Bay's power catalog. As I started time-stopping objects, growing two meters tall and shrinking to the size of a pebble, teleportation, manifesting blades along my skin and having them slowly erupt from my body, I couldn't help but feel like a one-man army. Spending an inordinate amount of time just flexing my will, leaving the harder powers for later: weapon projection, item empowerment, and alabaster's ability. I allowed myself to test out other abilities like phasing and so on for an inordinate amount of time. Any power I thought of, I at least tried to test it unless it was a really esoteric one.
After a while, I got bored and decided to visit and explore Brockton Bay. Wings burst from my back, phasing through the intervening material to appear outside of my shirt. And with one last chuckle, I flapped my wings and flew into Brockton Bay."
Gotham Celestial Forge
I awoke in a puddle on a dark, stormy night.
I cursed as the rain soaked me to the bone within minutes of regaining consciousness. Where the fuck am I? I gasped, my heart beating at a frantic pace as lightning flashed in the distance, bringing my attention to the sound of blaring sirens.
Shit, I cursed, looking around the trash-strewn ally I'd woken up in.
What the fuck was happening? I was hyperventilating as I checked my body and tried to wrack my brain on where the fuck I was. The last thing I'd remembered was that I'd been exhausted from working the night shift and had just gotten back to throwing myself fully clothed onto my bed and blacking out not even a moment later.
Did i like..? Pass out in an alleyway? I mean, I still had my clothes,phones,wallet, keys, and organs, so that lent credence to the idea of me being so exhausted that I just passed out, but that would never happen since I always drove home.
I walked out of the alleyway and was hit by a terrible premonition as my gaze locked with the city looming in the distance, covered in fog.
….A city which i'd spent hours playing in in the arkham games?
"Nah…" I shook my head at the outrageous thought and refocused. It would seem like I was on the outskirts of the city, at the secluded end of a cemetery.
I started searching my pockets for my phone my gaze unerringly drawn towards the city as I shuffled through my pockets my thoughts s-
"Shit" I cursed doing a full 180 to prevent myself from getting distracted.
I took a look around to make sure that everything was clear before slipping into the alleyway and pulling out my phone to call my dad.
I let the phone ring a bit before i felt my heart drop.
"We're sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service." Terror was starting to settle in but i chose to ignore it as i dialed a new number.
"We're sorry you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service." ~ my mom
"We're sorry you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service."~ my brother.
My aunt, my friends, my cousins, my grandparents—everyone I tried to call was the.same.fucking message. every fucking-
I trembled as I even went onto my ex's number, and then onto the number of people, I didn't even know why I'd had them in my phone until, finally, about the 50th person I called, someone actually picked up.
"Hello?"
"Who, thank God,is this Greg? This is Andy; remember from twelfth grade?" I said it in desperate hope, but that was soon crushed as a distinctly female voice answered.
"Sorry, I think you got the wrong number, no Greg? Here" before the call was abruptly cut.
Fuck! I screamed as the chill seemed to permeate my very bones, despair gripping my heart like a vice, and insanity liked the edges of my psyche. The world seemed to darken around the edges of my vision as I felt reality slip away.
I was in a sea of stars. Then I was back in the alley, my entire back drenched, as I was once again lying in the puddle.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC-"
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1. Workshop (Personal Reality) 100:
2. Magic Style: Arc of Embodiment (Fairy Tail) (100 CP)
3. Magic Charms (Touhou Forbidden Hermit) (100 CP)
4. Old Patient Magic (Circle of Magic) (100 CP)
5. Black Thumb (Mad Max Gauntlet) (100 CP)
6. Inertia of Self II (Essential Body Modification Supplement) (200 CP)
7.Blank II (Essential Body Modification Supplement) (200 CP)
8. Art Set (A 'Happy' Harry Potter Fanfiction) (50 CP)
9. Transposing Kiln (Dark Souls 3) (50 CP)
I cursed as the rain soaked me to the bone within minutes of regaining consciousness. Where the fuck am I? I gasped, my heart beating at a frantic pace as lightning flashed in the distance, bringing my attention to the sound of blaring sirens.
Shit, I cursed, looking around the trash-strewn ally I'd woken up in.
What the fuck was happening? I was hyperventilating as I checked my body and tried to wrack my brain on where the fuck I was. The last thing I'd remembered was that I'd been exhausted from working the night shift and had just gotten back to throwing myself fully clothed onto my bed and blacking out not even a moment later.
Did i like..? Pass out in an alleyway? I mean, I still had my clothes,phones,wallet, keys, and organs, so that lent credence to the idea of me being so exhausted that I just passed out, but that would never happen since I always drove home.
I walked out of the alleyway and was hit by a terrible premonition as my gaze locked with the city looming in the distance, covered in fog.
….A city which i'd spent hours playing in in the arkham games?
"Nah…" I shook my head at the outrageous thought and refocused. It would seem like I was on the outskirts of the city, at the secluded end of a cemetery.
I started searching my pockets for my phone my gaze unerringly drawn towards the city as I shuffled through my pockets my thoughts s-
"Shit" I cursed doing a full 180 to prevent myself from getting distracted.
I took a look around to make sure that everything was clear before slipping into the alleyway and pulling out my phone to call my dad.
I let the phone ring a bit before i felt my heart drop.
"We're sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service." Terror was starting to settle in but i chose to ignore it as i dialed a new number.
"We're sorry you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service." ~ my mom
"We're sorry you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service."~ my brother.
My aunt, my friends, my cousins, my grandparents—everyone I tried to call was the.same.fucking message. every fucking-
I trembled as I even went onto my ex's number, and then onto the number of people, I didn't even know why I'd had them in my phone until, finally, about the 50th person I called, someone actually picked up.
"Hello?"
"Who, thank God,is this Greg? This is Andy; remember from twelfth grade?" I said it in desperate hope, but that was soon crushed as a distinctly female voice answered.
"Sorry, I think you got the wrong number, no Greg? Here" before the call was abruptly cut.
Fuck! I screamed as the chill seemed to permeate my very bones, despair gripping my heart like a vice, and insanity liked the edges of my psyche. The world seemed to darken around the edges of my vision as I felt reality slip away.
I was in a sea of stars. Then I was back in the alley, my entire back drenched, as I was once again lying in the puddle.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC-"
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1. Workshop (Personal Reality) 100:
2. Magic Style: Arc of Embodiment (Fairy Tail) (100 CP)
3. Magic Charms (Touhou Forbidden Hermit) (100 CP)
4. Old Patient Magic (Circle of Magic) (100 CP)
5. Black Thumb (Mad Max Gauntlet) (100 CP)
6. Inertia of Self II (Essential Body Modification Supplement) (200 CP)
7.Blank II (Essential Body Modification Supplement) (200 CP)
8. Art Set (A 'Happy' Harry Potter Fanfiction) (50 CP)
9. Transposing Kiln (Dark Souls 3) (50 CP)
Buffy Celestial forge(part 1)
Holyshit! I screamed hands frantically searching my body for injuries, the vivid images of my dead flashing through my mind, the pain of shattered glass digging into my everything, the slow, ever-constant sensation of weakness spreading through my body as the lifeblood slowly left my body, and the flickering sounds of flame licking against the busted car engine.
Fuck, I curse, unable to stop my sweaty palms from shaking. I need air. I gasped, unlocking the door in an attempt to escape my metal coffin, but even that provided no relif since. As soon as my feet touched the pavement, I was suddenly bombarded with a deluge of information.
Starter pack, 1000 cp:
World's Maker | Pandora's Child (Campione) (600 CP)
Legacy (Ravenwood) (400 CP)
I don't know how long I stood there at the entrance of Adams Antiques and Artifacts, my experience shifting through a dizzying kaleidoscope of emotions as I tried and failed to come to terms with the fact that I was now in the Buffy the Vampire Slayer universe but was also the proud owner of the Celestial Forge, if something like that could be owned to begin with.
The Fuck I said my expression contorted into incredulous, imcomprehensible....'like what the fuck was happening? Was the semi I'd splattered into Truck Kun? And I was now living my Isikie adventure with a power of my choosing? Cause it was i'd of chosen better than a place like sunnydale? I would of chosen Harem-world, known for its harems and lack of any life-threatening danger, not the 'im not exaggerating here' literal hellhole that was Sunnydale.
Owen? Owen It's really you? A surprised shout was all I heard before I was unceremoniously engulfed in a hug. "Oh god, it's so nice to see you. Sorry about your grandfather. You have my deepest condolences." "When I'd hear..." I tuned out the rest of what the oddly familiar man was saying as I searched through the memories of me the me of this world in an attempt to put a name to the face of the man before me and smiled.
"Ah, its good to see you again, Mr. Flutie, and thank you for your condolences," I said with a smile, though inwardly I was frantically searching my memories from this world as I tried to put together my relation to Buffy's principal. Turns out, it wasn't that hard since he was practically like an uncle to me, seeing as he was this version of my late father's best friend and played a pivotal role in my life since the passing of my parents in this world.
He'd even help me get a scholarship at the fancy overseas college in England; 'god, this version of me was such a freaking 0.1 percentile Grade A nerd of the highest order', hence even 4 years later they were still close.
Me and Mr.Flutie spent the next hour talking to and catching up on everything we had gone through in the past 4 years inside of Adams Antiques and Artifacts. It was a bit funny to hear his opinion on the Buffy Summers transfer, but it all had to end, and at the end of the hour, I bid him goodbye, locking up the shop as I did.
Fuccck I groaned, my hand tubbing the crown of my brow, as it began to sink in that I was now a resident of Sunnydale. It was kind of an odd juxtaposition because, on one hand, I'd known this place was hella dangerous since I'd gotten up to season 2 before falling off of the show entirely since I was sixteen and had better things to do than to sit down at around 4 in the afternoon to watch a show that started in the nineties, and on the other hand, I couldn't conceive that my good old small town was anything but pedestrian and unremarkable in its blandness, well, other than the fact that the crime rate was unusually high.
"And now I know why," I said aloud, my expression darkening as I began to recite an incantation.
You see, while I was talking to Mr. Flutie, my mind was also running over ways I could survive the night since I could remember vividly how vampires were easily able to walk into places like malls and stores without needing an invitation of any kind, specifically the one I was living out of. I didn't know it; the upstairs apartment counted as a separate area, hence needing my explicit invitation to enter, but I had 4-5 hours before the proper sundown, and I wasn't willing to find out if I could take a vamp in hand-to-hand combat.
Don't get me wrong, I've been learning boxing since I was 16, and all in all, I was good, but not supernaturally so. Though, thanks to my new physical enhancements from Pandora's Child I was confident in holding my own against a single vampire, but I wasn't confident that I'd survive if a group of them decided to jump me in the middle of the night.
So with that thought firmly in mind, I called upon my authority and recited the incantation.
"My inspiration is unending. My creations are peerless. My tools are unrivaled. My hands shall give birth to perfection only. For of all makers, I reign supreme." ~World's Maker
And just like that, I was suddenly holding an ornate cross in my hand as my mind filled with the required techniques and incantations I'd have to utilize when creating holy water. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that I was going to be making holy water? You must have been disappointed, dear imaginary reader, but tuff shit.
I had a basic, almost instinctual understanding of the authority I'd gotten from the forge, but that wasn't the same as actual experience using them. Hell, I wasn't even sure that all of this wasn't some fever dream I was having as I bled out in the wreckage of my car, but one poignant fact, not in the authority, was the implied fact that once a project started, I couldn't stop halfway to begin another one. Hence, holy water is fairly easy to make with stuff you could find in your kitchen and relatively low-risk since if I didn't have to spend months trying to gather materials to make it, I could just take a trip down to the local church and purchase a bottle or two if I was mistaken.
Luckily for me, the process of making it in the buffyverse was relatively the same as it was in my original world. 'Thank you, overly enthusiastic Sunday school teachers' I thought as I rummaged through my cabinet and took out the container of table salt as I began the ritual. Dear fath-.
And just like that, 5 minutes later and an offering of mana, I was now the proud owner of a bucket of A-grade holy water.
"Is it supposed to be glowing like that?" Hmm. I hummed to myself, looking at the faintly glowing liquid.
Well, whatever I thought, now that the proof of concept was done, I could finally get to what I actually wanted to build. You thought this was all? No, this was both a proof of concept and crafting materials for what I actually wanted to create; luckily, it worked as intended, I thought, as I could practically feel the holy power radiating from the bucket.
I didn't have to worry about spending the rest of my time before nightfall in a frantic search for materials and could focus on the next step of my plan. I chuckled, discarding my backup plan of soaking a rag in holy water and rapping it around my hand for poison damage in the worst-case scenario where I had to defend myself with whatever I could once time ran out.
Dismissing the thought, I turned my eyes towards my grandfather's china cabinet, filled to the brim with authentic silver cutlery.
I opened my mouth to once more recite the chant when I felt the forge move once more, perhaps for the first time since I came to Sunnydale, only to feel a sense of disappointment as it failed to catch anything. The charge was banked for the next round.
Shrugging, I grabbed a handful of silver spoons and chanted the incantations of my authority. Anvil and hammer appeared in my kitchen before I began to work.
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Buffy locked eyes with her new and freshly risen opponent, panting. She made sure to keep her legs nice and loose and her hair up as she watched the snarling visage of her new opponent.
"You know what? I'm getting sick and tired of this." She was cut off as she was forced to duck beneath a wild swing,' just as she expected,' she thought as she seamlessly spun into a vicious kick of her own against the side of her opponent's knee, her efforts being rewarded with the sound crack, and the sight of the vamp she was fighting falling to a knee—the one she had kicked—completely shattered.
Not missing the chance, she took the chance to deliver a vicious uppercut to his jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor, before, in a practiced motion, she removed a stake from the waste band and jabbed it into the heart of her still-dazed opponent.
"You think it's about time to head home?" She asked the man standing in the shade of a mausoleum as she panted.
"Ho-hum?" Giles yawned. "Well, I do suppose that it's quite about time we conclude this patrol," he said, looking at his watch.
"Great," Buffy said with a smile, new-found energy filling her as he sprang to her feet and skipped over to a secluded spot.
"Hay, wake up, you sleepy heads."
She heard the sounds of commotion before Xander rushed out from the corner, his eyes frantically scanning the surroundings before, not even a moment later, he dejectedly looked at Buffy and yawned.
"Oh?, how long was I out?" he said, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Oh, not that long," she said, patting him on the shoulder. "Just about 45 minutes or so, no biggy," she said, smiling as he deflated.
"Wa-well, you know if I was there," he said, practically swaying on his feet. "I would have shown them," he huffed.
"Were done already," Willow said as she walked out, hand over her mouth as she yawned.
"Well, yeah," Xander said. "You should have seen it, Will, we were kicking ass and taking names," he said with a smile, then nervously said as he looked at Buffy. "Well, except by we, I meant buffy here since I wasn't there," he chuckled.
"Oh, and speaking about, he said, turning to Giles. "Giles, oh buddy, oh pal, when are we slayeret's going to get our hands on some sweet enchanted armor??" he said.
"Oh, well, I assume never really." Giles said, absentmindedly wiping his glasses.
"....Wait, you're serious." Xander shouted in shock.
"Wait, you can't be serious." Giles said, looking at him in confusion, "Magical artifacts are exceedingly, each one of them."
"Yeah, yeah,rare and dangerous and all of that, but look at me." Xander said, pointing to the faint bruise on his jaw. "
"Well, I suppose you'd need some ice for that." Giles said as he adjusted his glasses, "But I'm afraid, even if I were miraculously in possession of the magical artifacts you seem to think I have, I don't see who will assist you other than making you a danger to yourself and others.".
"What ?" Xander said, "Ouch."
"Sigh" Buffy sighed than punched Xander in the arm "What he's trying to say is that even if he gave you a lightsaber you wouldn't know what to do with it." she translated picking up her stuff and walking to the car.
"For all you know i could be the next skywalker" Xander muttered as he followed behind.
===
AN: I'll be posting the rest tomorrow when I've had a chance correcting them so don't worry theirs a lot more since I have a massive backlog and I'm not even half way through.
Fuck, I curse, unable to stop my sweaty palms from shaking. I need air. I gasped, unlocking the door in an attempt to escape my metal coffin, but even that provided no relif since. As soon as my feet touched the pavement, I was suddenly bombarded with a deluge of information.
Starter pack, 1000 cp:
World's Maker | Pandora's Child (Campione) (600 CP)
Legacy (Ravenwood) (400 CP)
I don't know how long I stood there at the entrance of Adams Antiques and Artifacts, my experience shifting through a dizzying kaleidoscope of emotions as I tried and failed to come to terms with the fact that I was now in the Buffy the Vampire Slayer universe but was also the proud owner of the Celestial Forge, if something like that could be owned to begin with.
The Fuck I said my expression contorted into incredulous, imcomprehensible....'like what the fuck was happening? Was the semi I'd splattered into Truck Kun? And I was now living my Isikie adventure with a power of my choosing? Cause it was i'd of chosen better than a place like sunnydale? I would of chosen Harem-world, known for its harems and lack of any life-threatening danger, not the 'im not exaggerating here' literal hellhole that was Sunnydale.
Owen? Owen It's really you? A surprised shout was all I heard before I was unceremoniously engulfed in a hug. "Oh god, it's so nice to see you. Sorry about your grandfather. You have my deepest condolences." "When I'd hear..." I tuned out the rest of what the oddly familiar man was saying as I searched through the memories of me the me of this world in an attempt to put a name to the face of the man before me and smiled.
"Ah, its good to see you again, Mr. Flutie, and thank you for your condolences," I said with a smile, though inwardly I was frantically searching my memories from this world as I tried to put together my relation to Buffy's principal. Turns out, it wasn't that hard since he was practically like an uncle to me, seeing as he was this version of my late father's best friend and played a pivotal role in my life since the passing of my parents in this world.
He'd even help me get a scholarship at the fancy overseas college in England; 'god, this version of me was such a freaking 0.1 percentile Grade A nerd of the highest order', hence even 4 years later they were still close.
Me and Mr.Flutie spent the next hour talking to and catching up on everything we had gone through in the past 4 years inside of Adams Antiques and Artifacts. It was a bit funny to hear his opinion on the Buffy Summers transfer, but it all had to end, and at the end of the hour, I bid him goodbye, locking up the shop as I did.
Fuccck I groaned, my hand tubbing the crown of my brow, as it began to sink in that I was now a resident of Sunnydale. It was kind of an odd juxtaposition because, on one hand, I'd known this place was hella dangerous since I'd gotten up to season 2 before falling off of the show entirely since I was sixteen and had better things to do than to sit down at around 4 in the afternoon to watch a show that started in the nineties, and on the other hand, I couldn't conceive that my good old small town was anything but pedestrian and unremarkable in its blandness, well, other than the fact that the crime rate was unusually high.
"And now I know why," I said aloud, my expression darkening as I began to recite an incantation.
You see, while I was talking to Mr. Flutie, my mind was also running over ways I could survive the night since I could remember vividly how vampires were easily able to walk into places like malls and stores without needing an invitation of any kind, specifically the one I was living out of. I didn't know it; the upstairs apartment counted as a separate area, hence needing my explicit invitation to enter, but I had 4-5 hours before the proper sundown, and I wasn't willing to find out if I could take a vamp in hand-to-hand combat.
Don't get me wrong, I've been learning boxing since I was 16, and all in all, I was good, but not supernaturally so. Though, thanks to my new physical enhancements from Pandora's Child I was confident in holding my own against a single vampire, but I wasn't confident that I'd survive if a group of them decided to jump me in the middle of the night.
So with that thought firmly in mind, I called upon my authority and recited the incantation.
"My inspiration is unending. My creations are peerless. My tools are unrivaled. My hands shall give birth to perfection only. For of all makers, I reign supreme." ~World's Maker
And just like that, I was suddenly holding an ornate cross in my hand as my mind filled with the required techniques and incantations I'd have to utilize when creating holy water. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that I was going to be making holy water? You must have been disappointed, dear imaginary reader, but tuff shit.
I had a basic, almost instinctual understanding of the authority I'd gotten from the forge, but that wasn't the same as actual experience using them. Hell, I wasn't even sure that all of this wasn't some fever dream I was having as I bled out in the wreckage of my car, but one poignant fact, not in the authority, was the implied fact that once a project started, I couldn't stop halfway to begin another one. Hence, holy water is fairly easy to make with stuff you could find in your kitchen and relatively low-risk since if I didn't have to spend months trying to gather materials to make it, I could just take a trip down to the local church and purchase a bottle or two if I was mistaken.
Luckily for me, the process of making it in the buffyverse was relatively the same as it was in my original world. 'Thank you, overly enthusiastic Sunday school teachers' I thought as I rummaged through my cabinet and took out the container of table salt as I began the ritual. Dear fath-.
And just like that, 5 minutes later and an offering of mana, I was now the proud owner of a bucket of A-grade holy water.
"Is it supposed to be glowing like that?" Hmm. I hummed to myself, looking at the faintly glowing liquid.
Well, whatever I thought, now that the proof of concept was done, I could finally get to what I actually wanted to build. You thought this was all? No, this was both a proof of concept and crafting materials for what I actually wanted to create; luckily, it worked as intended, I thought, as I could practically feel the holy power radiating from the bucket.
I didn't have to worry about spending the rest of my time before nightfall in a frantic search for materials and could focus on the next step of my plan. I chuckled, discarding my backup plan of soaking a rag in holy water and rapping it around my hand for poison damage in the worst-case scenario where I had to defend myself with whatever I could once time ran out.
Dismissing the thought, I turned my eyes towards my grandfather's china cabinet, filled to the brim with authentic silver cutlery.
I opened my mouth to once more recite the chant when I felt the forge move once more, perhaps for the first time since I came to Sunnydale, only to feel a sense of disappointment as it failed to catch anything. The charge was banked for the next round.
Shrugging, I grabbed a handful of silver spoons and chanted the incantations of my authority. Anvil and hammer appeared in my kitchen before I began to work.
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Buffy locked eyes with her new and freshly risen opponent, panting. She made sure to keep her legs nice and loose and her hair up as she watched the snarling visage of her new opponent.
"You know what? I'm getting sick and tired of this." She was cut off as she was forced to duck beneath a wild swing,' just as she expected,' she thought as she seamlessly spun into a vicious kick of her own against the side of her opponent's knee, her efforts being rewarded with the sound crack, and the sight of the vamp she was fighting falling to a knee—the one she had kicked—completely shattered.
Not missing the chance, she took the chance to deliver a vicious uppercut to his jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor, before, in a practiced motion, she removed a stake from the waste band and jabbed it into the heart of her still-dazed opponent.
"You think it's about time to head home?" She asked the man standing in the shade of a mausoleum as she panted.
"Ho-hum?" Giles yawned. "Well, I do suppose that it's quite about time we conclude this patrol," he said, looking at his watch.
"Great," Buffy said with a smile, new-found energy filling her as he sprang to her feet and skipped over to a secluded spot.
"Hay, wake up, you sleepy heads."
She heard the sounds of commotion before Xander rushed out from the corner, his eyes frantically scanning the surroundings before, not even a moment later, he dejectedly looked at Buffy and yawned.
"Oh?, how long was I out?" he said, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Oh, not that long," she said, patting him on the shoulder. "Just about 45 minutes or so, no biggy," she said, smiling as he deflated.
"Wa-well, you know if I was there," he said, practically swaying on his feet. "I would have shown them," he huffed.
"Were done already," Willow said as she walked out, hand over her mouth as she yawned.
"Well, yeah," Xander said. "You should have seen it, Will, we were kicking ass and taking names," he said with a smile, then nervously said as he looked at Buffy. "Well, except by we, I meant buffy here since I wasn't there," he chuckled.
"Oh, and speaking about, he said, turning to Giles. "Giles, oh buddy, oh pal, when are we slayeret's going to get our hands on some sweet enchanted armor??" he said.
"Oh, well, I assume never really." Giles said, absentmindedly wiping his glasses.
"....Wait, you're serious." Xander shouted in shock.
"Wait, you can't be serious." Giles said, looking at him in confusion, "Magical artifacts are exceedingly, each one of them."
"Yeah, yeah,rare and dangerous and all of that, but look at me." Xander said, pointing to the faint bruise on his jaw. "
"Well, I suppose you'd need some ice for that." Giles said as he adjusted his glasses, "But I'm afraid, even if I were miraculously in possession of the magical artifacts you seem to think I have, I don't see who will assist you other than making you a danger to yourself and others.".
"What ?" Xander said, "Ouch."
"Sigh" Buffy sighed than punched Xander in the arm "What he's trying to say is that even if he gave you a lightsaber you wouldn't know what to do with it." she translated picking up her stuff and walking to the car.
"For all you know i could be the next skywalker" Xander muttered as he followed behind.
===
AN: I'll be posting the rest tomorrow when I've had a chance correcting them so don't worry theirs a lot more since I have a massive backlog and I'm not even half way through.
Buffy celestial forge (PT2)
The night was thunderous, and the way forward was obscured by darkness. Rain fell against my windshield in a ceaseless symphony, blocking visibility and seemingly trying it's best to try and soak me to my very bones, despite the dry interior of my shitty sedan. The high beams, in spite of their newly installed strength, were unsuccessful in their attempts to cut a path through the abyssal darkness ahead.
Combine all of that with the occasional flash of lightning, and you'd have the perfect start to a horror novel. All you'd need next was to have all of the protagonist's tires blow right as he was passing an abandoned gas station or sufficiently spooky location and for his phone to suddenly lose all signal, and you were golden for the next few sequels.
Well, except for the fact that real life didn't give into shit movie logic, and I well. 'Let's just say that the vibe was a bit off if that was the case'
"I'm feeling lonely~"
"Ow I wish there was a lover ah who could hold me"
"Now Im crying in my room"
"It oh this, ah hmm hmm but that's why i want it more"
"MORE,more, MORrrrEee"
"I gave a second chance to cupid, But now I'm left here fealin' stupid"
"Oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn't real"
"CUPIDDD, IS, So Dumb~"
So, I wasn't exactly in a horror-y mood at the moment.
I was driving home at the end of one hell of a 70-hour work week, fixing power lines after a thunderstorm. With everything and anything determined to go wrong, one after another, I was now heading into my well-earned 2-week vacation.
So yeah, would I eviscerate an inbred with my bare hands for, like, a hot meal and a 10-hour nap? I honestly couldn't say, but let me tell you something, I guarantee that if they'd let me finish my song, their chances would be a whole lot higher than if they tried pulling some 'Hill have eyes' type shit.
'I mean, I was already 15 minutes away from town, so what could possibly go wrong?' I chuckled at the thought.
And that was when Murphy decided to put me down like a rabid dog the next instant.
And just like that, I died. as my tires exploded beneath me and I slid about 20 feet before being t boned by a truck, the impact killing me nearly instantly.
====
Ugh, I moaned as a ray of sunlight pierced my retina, going through my eyeball and exiting the back of my skull with contemptuous ease. Hmmm, I groaned like the undead abomination I was as I rolled to the other side in an attempt to escape the deadly rays and return into the ever-loving embrace of sleep.
But like my ancestors before me, the moment I'd regained the slightest hint of consciousness, my dreams became mist dispersed by the cruel hands of wakefulness. and just like that, 5 minutes later, I was up and ready, wiping my face with a towel as the events of yesterday and last night hit me.
'Shit, Im in the buffyverse," I thought, clutching the crucifix around my neck in a flash of dread.
"Well, it could be worse," I said as I rubbed the surface of the Sanctification Cross .
One of the two items I'd spent the entirety of last night forging from 'blessed silver' and man was it a beautiful thing to behold, I thought as I ran a finger over the ornate silver peadent. The Sanctification Cross has two functions. The first was to guard me against detection. What do I mean by that? Well, basically, it'll be a lot harder to find me using divination, and it'll also protect me against most supernatural means of detection, though it's not absolute in most cases since I'd more than likely didn't have the proper materials to make something like that. Secondly, as its name suggests, it has the power of sanctification, which basically means it converts innate and ambient mana into holy power. Holy power, which then can be used to sanctify objects, places, and liquids with holy power for up to 1 hour or so at a 3:1 conversion rate. very deadly to demons and demonically aligned entities. Don't ask me how it's done since I don't remember the
Specific details, but from what I could remember for the tinker fuge was that it had an inbuilt sanctification ritual that automatically converts mana to holy power, basically allowing me to skip all the steps needed when sanctifying an object or location.
===
All in all, the effects were weak but effective, more so since I imbued it with the spark cutesy of Legacy (Ravenwood), so it'll be able to grow in power with use over time. Well, if the forge doesn't give me a perk, that makes it entirely irrelevant, that is.
But for now it was exactly what i needed. I thought remembering the night spent sanctifying the entirety of the shop and house, as well as all the entrances and existing ones, when I took a break from crafting to get some shut eye, and it also helped me make enough holy water to enchant Stabcalibur. I thought about taking out the holy blade and doing some practice stabs, chuckling as I watched my hand become nothing more than a blur as the air was stabbed 100 times per second thanks to the holy blade Stabcalibur's 10x modifier to stabbing speed.
I grinded at the weapon that took me almost the whole night to make as I allowed it to fade into sparks of light before it was sucked into the new tattoo on my wrist, and as I watched it go, I couldn't stop the grin that was spreading on my face. The relief I felt overwhelmed my control.
With this and the natural protections of a campiona, I was one step closer to a semblance of safety in this f-up world. All I needed now was to learn to utilize my magic, I thought, and it would seem like the forge agreed with me as I felt all of my accumulated charge get expended.
Accumulated Mastery (Lords of the Night—Vampire) (200 CP)
The ability was a weird one. It wasn't a straightforward boost to my learning speed since it didn't let me pick up new skills outright; it just removed the stumbling in my way when it came to deepening my understanding of a given subject. Like, it didn't let me move from basic algebra to calculus in a single stride without even batting an eye, but it's let me get to that level faster than I otherwise would.
"Let's see," I said as I moved into a familiar boxing stance and started shadow boxing the qir for the next 5 minutes or so. 'So that's how it worked' I thought, adjusting my footing and body posture to better transfer power to my fist. It was a slight, practically miniscule difference, but I could already see how much I'd be able to improve with a month of so much work, and that's all without a personal trainer showing me the way. I wonder how much I'd be able to improve with what I thought.
I'll have to wait, I thought as I looked around the dusty shop. I needed items to test Legacy (Ravenwood) on, and what better place was there for them than an antiques store?
who knows I might be able to find some interesting stuff among all of the pottery,pocket watches,coins and miscellaneous junk.
Combine all of that with the occasional flash of lightning, and you'd have the perfect start to a horror novel. All you'd need next was to have all of the protagonist's tires blow right as he was passing an abandoned gas station or sufficiently spooky location and for his phone to suddenly lose all signal, and you were golden for the next few sequels.
Well, except for the fact that real life didn't give into shit movie logic, and I well. 'Let's just say that the vibe was a bit off if that was the case'
"I'm feeling lonely~"
"Ow I wish there was a lover ah who could hold me"
"Now Im crying in my room"
"It oh this, ah hmm hmm but that's why i want it more"
"MORE,more, MORrrrEee"
"I gave a second chance to cupid, But now I'm left here fealin' stupid"
"Oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn't real"
"CUPIDDD, IS, So Dumb~"
So, I wasn't exactly in a horror-y mood at the moment.
I was driving home at the end of one hell of a 70-hour work week, fixing power lines after a thunderstorm. With everything and anything determined to go wrong, one after another, I was now heading into my well-earned 2-week vacation.
So yeah, would I eviscerate an inbred with my bare hands for, like, a hot meal and a 10-hour nap? I honestly couldn't say, but let me tell you something, I guarantee that if they'd let me finish my song, their chances would be a whole lot higher than if they tried pulling some 'Hill have eyes' type shit.
'I mean, I was already 15 minutes away from town, so what could possibly go wrong?' I chuckled at the thought.
And that was when Murphy decided to put me down like a rabid dog the next instant.
And just like that, I died. as my tires exploded beneath me and I slid about 20 feet before being t boned by a truck, the impact killing me nearly instantly.
====
Ugh, I moaned as a ray of sunlight pierced my retina, going through my eyeball and exiting the back of my skull with contemptuous ease. Hmmm, I groaned like the undead abomination I was as I rolled to the other side in an attempt to escape the deadly rays and return into the ever-loving embrace of sleep.
But like my ancestors before me, the moment I'd regained the slightest hint of consciousness, my dreams became mist dispersed by the cruel hands of wakefulness. and just like that, 5 minutes later, I was up and ready, wiping my face with a towel as the events of yesterday and last night hit me.
'Shit, Im in the buffyverse," I thought, clutching the crucifix around my neck in a flash of dread.
"Well, it could be worse," I said as I rubbed the surface of the Sanctification Cross .
One of the two items I'd spent the entirety of last night forging from 'blessed silver' and man was it a beautiful thing to behold, I thought as I ran a finger over the ornate silver peadent. The Sanctification Cross has two functions. The first was to guard me against detection. What do I mean by that? Well, basically, it'll be a lot harder to find me using divination, and it'll also protect me against most supernatural means of detection, though it's not absolute in most cases since I'd more than likely didn't have the proper materials to make something like that. Secondly, as its name suggests, it has the power of sanctification, which basically means it converts innate and ambient mana into holy power. Holy power, which then can be used to sanctify objects, places, and liquids with holy power for up to 1 hour or so at a 3:1 conversion rate. very deadly to demons and demonically aligned entities. Don't ask me how it's done since I don't remember the
Specific details, but from what I could remember for the tinker fuge was that it had an inbuilt sanctification ritual that automatically converts mana to holy power, basically allowing me to skip all the steps needed when sanctifying an object or location.
===
All in all, the effects were weak but effective, more so since I imbued it with the spark cutesy of Legacy (Ravenwood), so it'll be able to grow in power with use over time. Well, if the forge doesn't give me a perk, that makes it entirely irrelevant, that is.
But for now it was exactly what i needed. I thought remembering the night spent sanctifying the entirety of the shop and house, as well as all the entrances and existing ones, when I took a break from crafting to get some shut eye, and it also helped me make enough holy water to enchant Stabcalibur. I thought about taking out the holy blade and doing some practice stabs, chuckling as I watched my hand become nothing more than a blur as the air was stabbed 100 times per second thanks to the holy blade Stabcalibur's 10x modifier to stabbing speed.
I grinded at the weapon that took me almost the whole night to make as I allowed it to fade into sparks of light before it was sucked into the new tattoo on my wrist, and as I watched it go, I couldn't stop the grin that was spreading on my face. The relief I felt overwhelmed my control.
With this and the natural protections of a campiona, I was one step closer to a semblance of safety in this f-up world. All I needed now was to learn to utilize my magic, I thought, and it would seem like the forge agreed with me as I felt all of my accumulated charge get expended.
Accumulated Mastery (Lords of the Night—Vampire) (200 CP)
The ability was a weird one. It wasn't a straightforward boost to my learning speed since it didn't let me pick up new skills outright; it just removed the stumbling in my way when it came to deepening my understanding of a given subject. Like, it didn't let me move from basic algebra to calculus in a single stride without even batting an eye, but it's let me get to that level faster than I otherwise would.
"Let's see," I said as I moved into a familiar boxing stance and started shadow boxing the qir for the next 5 minutes or so. 'So that's how it worked' I thought, adjusting my footing and body posture to better transfer power to my fist. It was a slight, practically miniscule difference, but I could already see how much I'd be able to improve with a month of so much work, and that's all without a personal trainer showing me the way. I wonder how much I'd be able to improve with what I thought.
I'll have to wait, I thought as I looked around the dusty shop. I needed items to test Legacy (Ravenwood) on, and what better place was there for them than an antiques store?
who knows I might be able to find some interesting stuff among all of the pottery,pocket watches,coins and miscellaneous junk.
Perks gained so far:
Accumulated Mastery (Lords of the Night - Vampire) (200CP)
Anyone can learn the 'basics' of a craft. Most people can become competent, if their fickle nature doesn't betray them. Mastery though requires commitment. At least, that's what you've been told. This doesn't help you learn a skill - instead, it lets you take a skill you've already gotten to a solid point, and lets you push it to the level of preternatural mastery. Instead of slowing down and growing more difficult, your learning becomes easier and speeds up when it hits the normal point of diminishing return. Eventually you'll hit a new plateau, but it's well on the far side of 'inhuman.' This will usually take about as much time and effort as it took you to become a journeyman in that skill in the first place.
This is limited to skills, but isn't limited to things DnD thinks are skills.
World's Maker | Pandora's Child (Campione) (600CP)
World's Maker (0CP)
Chant: My inspiration is unending. My creations are peerless. My tools are unrivaled. My hands shall give birth to perfection only. For of all makers I reign as supreme Effect: Three effects come into play when this Authority is called forth. First, the user's creativity will be elevated to top even the greatest of artists, for the purpose of designing what he chooses to create. Second, a set of tools shall appear, perfect for whatever creation the user wanted to make. Third, the user shall gain temporary knowledge of magic to enchant, curse or bless his creation as he had envisioned. Be it
buildings, songs, weapons, armor or the likes, even with the worst materials something that borders the divine can be made. Downsides: The user must have something he wants to make before calling the Authority. The materials are not provided for this. Depending on the creation, the time spent making it will vary. Once a project has been started, the
Authority won't let another start until the first is done.
Pandora's Child (600CP)
Ah, the Campione, the unrivaled humans that managed the impossible: to slay a deity by themselves. They are Pandora's adopted children and the owners of a few advantages. Now, you're one of them too. As a Campione, you gain an all around stronger body, grant you a natural talent to understand any language, an increase in mana that would make even the most untalented into a rival for a Paladin and a natural Magic Resistance that rivals the Gods themselves, making all mortal magic basically useless against you and greatly diminishing the magical attacks from Gods or other Campione. Also, your body will become near ageless, also having an accelerated healing and gaining magic senses if you didn't have them before. All in all, you could say that it improves everything about your body, not to mention that you also gain [Authorities] from any God you slay. Don't get too lazy because of this, I must warn you, many Campiones have fell after relying too much on their natural advantages, since there are ways to go around them
Accumulated Mastery (Lords of the Night - Vampire) (200CP)
Anyone can learn the 'basics' of a craft. Most people can become competent, if their fickle nature doesn't betray them. Mastery though requires commitment. At least, that's what you've been told. This doesn't help you learn a skill - instead, it lets you take a skill you've already gotten to a solid point, and lets you push it to the level of preternatural mastery. Instead of slowing down and growing more difficult, your learning becomes easier and speeds up when it hits the normal point of diminishing return. Eventually you'll hit a new plateau, but it's well on the far side of 'inhuman.' This will usually take about as much time and effort as it took you to become a journeyman in that skill in the first place.
This is limited to skills, but isn't limited to things DnD thinks are skills.
World's Maker | Pandora's Child (Campione) (600CP)
World's Maker (0CP)
Chant: My inspiration is unending. My creations are peerless. My tools are unrivaled. My hands shall give birth to perfection only. For of all makers I reign as supreme Effect: Three effects come into play when this Authority is called forth. First, the user's creativity will be elevated to top even the greatest of artists, for the purpose of designing what he chooses to create. Second, a set of tools shall appear, perfect for whatever creation the user wanted to make. Third, the user shall gain temporary knowledge of magic to enchant, curse or bless his creation as he had envisioned. Be it
buildings, songs, weapons, armor or the likes, even with the worst materials something that borders the divine can be made. Downsides: The user must have something he wants to make before calling the Authority. The materials are not provided for this. Depending on the creation, the time spent making it will vary. Once a project has been started, the
Authority won't let another start until the first is done.
Pandora's Child (600CP)
Ah, the Campione, the unrivaled humans that managed the impossible: to slay a deity by themselves. They are Pandora's adopted children and the owners of a few advantages. Now, you're one of them too. As a Campione, you gain an all around stronger body, grant you a natural talent to understand any language, an increase in mana that would make even the most untalented into a rival for a Paladin and a natural Magic Resistance that rivals the Gods themselves, making all mortal magic basically useless against you and greatly diminishing the magical attacks from Gods or other Campione. Also, your body will become near ageless, also having an accelerated healing and gaining magic senses if you didn't have them before. All in all, you could say that it improves everything about your body, not to mention that you also gain [Authorities] from any God you slay. Don't get too lazy because of this, I must warn you, many Campiones have fell after relying too much on their natural advantages, since there are ways to go around them