- Location
- Earth, Sol System, Milky Way Galaxy
Magic. Vegetarians... Oh god no. Not that place. I still have PTSD on the early morning screams.
What am I thinking of? Black & White.
What am I thinking of? Black & White.
Pocket System
- Thread starter theaceoffire
- Start date
- Crossover Fantasy
- Location
- Earth, Sol System, Virgo Supercluster, Earth-1218
I recall my divine cat being pretty carnivorous... of them when I didn't want them eating a villager.
I'm not sure he can manage the responsibility to take care of a divine pet that needs that much abuse to stop throwing its poop into the food storage and poisoning it. then again he already has the good and 'evil' angels.
would that make his sister a priest? then again, what if he dodges the bullet and his sister has to put up with it?
I bet it is going to be THAT one, crap What's it called, gah you know.... it's the one theaceoffire was thinking of. yea that one.
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Sick and tired of being Sick and Tired
- Location
- Alta California
- Pronouns
- They/Them
My first thought was of the BeanBean Kingdom but it doesn't have global magical reach does it?
Taste testing!
- Location
- Here
This location technically didn't exist. Not as far as the local Realm was concerned, at least.
It wasn't a virtual conference room, or even located within the local Realm, this was more a massive box in his Pocket that sort of flowed on its own timeline that matched with the local Realm, and was ridiculously costly to keep operating like this… Practically 100% a waste of resources.
But it allowed him and his sister to interact with the new stuff without returning to the Realm directly and getting messed with by reality, and he NEEDED to be physically here for very important reasons, so the cost was fine. Fine, he said!
This was for a good cause, damn it!
John happily hummed while carefully chewing on the metallic shards from Batch 3320.
Mmm. "Can we get more of these ones? I think they came as big armor plates. I want like… A LOT of them."
Sure they were a tad tricky to snack on, what with the forces required potentially causing shrapnel to escape at lethal velocity if he chews with his mouth open, but they were so zesty!
His sister was still inventorying the massive amount of junk that Jeremiah had been delivering to them over the last few days while Temptation was out hunting again for Mister Sinister and Grace continued reexamining Pocket security modules, but she still paused her work to look up in confusion. "I'm sorry, what?"
John held up the fragmented armor chunk. "This stuff, the ablative armor layers or whatever this is, the armor plate segments from the Chitauri's invasions and whatnot? Let's ask Gramps to send me all he can find!"
Jessica blinked. "You want even more? We've already collected tons of that stuff! Literally tons, MOST of the Chitauri's vehicles and ships used it for defensive layers."
John crunched again with happiness before swallowing. "Yeah, but I've found that at least some of the taste comes from the History connected to the material. I can Craft new stuff easily, but it tastes bland without the reverberation of being forged and welded and used and all that."
He grabbed another sample fragment of material from the next pile… And winced. "Not that batch though, mark that batch for recycling. Not sure what it went through exactly, but a LOT of death and anger was involved compared to the rest so far."
Jessica blinked and checked the inventory logs. "Let me see… Batch 3321? Oh, it is some of the confiscated armor. I'll just set all worn materials and weaponry aside then?"
John nodded, wiping his mouth again. Eww. "Yeah, stuff that constantly comes in contact with the Chitauri directly on a constant basis? Let's just write ALL that off as a loss. The outer layers of ship and stuff basically only got handled during refits and repairs, it isn't soaked with mindless rage and murder and stuff despite being used in conflicts."
She nodded while pointing at a different block of material. "Want to try another 'sample' then? This stuff took longer to get than the Carbonadium and the reinforced prestressed fibrous steel, but it's pretty amazing material apparently."
Hmm? "Is this Vibranium?" He'd been REALLY looking forward to tasting that stuff!"
HIs sister sighed. "No, grandfather is having issues finding any samples of that stuff that people are actually willing to sell. This is Adamantium, a US classified steel alloy that we were talking about earlier."
John blinked at the shimmering material. "Why'd it take longer than the rest if it's made here locally and out of something available like steel?" Steel was pretty common after all.
She sighed holding up her data tablet. "Getting it isn't THAT hard, getting it LEGALLY on the other hand? In the end, Gramps gave up and had Charlotte just have it delivered from the black market. Several samples from this recent batch came from those channels, but even WITH those methods Vibranium is proving elusive… Anyway, how's it taste?"
Dunno. Let's find out! "Om nom nom N͔̻͖̲̕͝o̶̖̟̜̖͚̣̥̼͔̝͜m͢͏̲̬̟͜͟͡!̱͖̬̭̪̻̟͘͡͠ͅ"
Ooh! "It tastes like endless stability!"
And sort of zingy? Like how when you chewed on aluminum foil, but with layers of Conceptual infrangibility to it? "I'm glad it tastes so good even though I've gotten almost no History from it. I don't think this thing's been used before."
His sister nodded, holding up another oddly shaped blob. "This alloy is not only really hard to make and requires super classified compounds mixed together, but after eight minutes? It sets up and can't be worked with unless someone manually shifts the molecules one at a time, which isn't exactly cheap or easy to do."
She turned the odd object in her hands. "So if you make too much for your project? If there was a mistake or a blemish when forming it? A spillage or overflow? You end up with little blobs like this that are basically REALLY expensive and HIGHLY classified trash. Practically useless, but still highly restricted stuff."
Mmm. Something felt off about this treat. "Tasty trash though! And easy enough to work with, if all I have to do is just reshape the material on a molecular level, I think… Well, easy for us I mean, not for anyone else."
Hang on, that wasn't right. "System, craft me an ingot of this stuff please." A bar landed in his hand. "Thank you… Now, let's try this with a larger serving size."
"Om nom nom N͔̻͖̲̕͝o̶̖̟̜̖͚̣̥̼͔̝͜m͢͏̲̬̟͜͟͡!̱͖̬̭̪̻̟͘͡͠ͅ"
…Hmm.
John stared at the stuff and his frown deepened. "I can only eat this stuff here. In this Realm."
Jessica looked up from shifting material piles around. "What?"
He held up the bar. "The 'zingy' or 'zesty' flavor? It's from active conflict. The Concepts belonging to each of the composite materials that were used to make this alloy are attempting to destroy each other on a higher layer of interaction than normal reality."
Shit. "I won't even be able to snack on these things before they explode or evaporate small chunks of Reality or whatever when we leave this place. Damn it!"
Frantically pulling forth Crafted samples of other snacks… "Oh for crying out loud, ALL the zesty stuff has some amount of Conceptual conflict going on!"
This one too, and the glowing orange rocks, and the odd empowered liquid from one of the alien doo- bobs… "Crud, I think the reason this stuff has 'magical' properties and effects here is due to the Realm itself somehow allowing conflicting Concepts to just argue forever instead of instantly annihilating each other!"
His sister frowned. "Does this mean you won't be able to use this elsewhere on our travels?"
Meh. "Most of it will just degrade to a more stable state and become less impossibly awesome, but still good material… But the TASTE will be ruined! Except for the extreme stuff like Adamantium and probably Vibranium, that's going to be locked to Realms like this one where two conflicting realities can so easily overlap with only mild disagreements. DARN IT!"
Jessica considered that… And nodded. "Then we can reduce the shopping list we have with grandfather then. I'm sure your new sister will appreciate that at least."
Meh. "Charlotte's happy enough thanks to all the raw material we've been Crafting for her from scans of the expensive stuff she's been handing over… Though that won't work with Adamantium in this case, since we don't have the stuff used to make the alloy and can only Craft the material directly in the final form."
Maybe he could make a Crafting Chest to make stuff for her when they moved on? It'd have to be improved though, more interactive with an ability to design patterns for the finished Adamantium products to match… That could be a fun side project! Yeah, let's do that!
Happily chewing on the Adamantium sample, he began opening windows and interfaces… The new Crafting Chest could have holographic emitters easily enough, the Duel Monster Battle Stadium hardware was a massive cheat in this case, saved a WHOLE bunch of work and…
"John?"
Hmm? "Yes sis?"
Jessica had set aside her materials and tablet. "About our next 'test Transfer', to test our readjusted security modules? And about all the issues we ran into THIS time, with this test?"
He didn't flinch.
She sat next to him, pulling him into a hug. "Do you want to talk about it?"
…No. "Yeah."
He just sat there for a bit, feeling her willing to wait for him to find the words… "I'm not really worried about our next trip I guess. I trust Grace and Temptation to fix everything, get all the new settings right in my modules and stuff… But about when I first got here…"
Even as he was drugged on that medical table, things had felt wrong for some reason. "Something about how I integrated into Grampa, about how confused and… It felt off I guess. Never really felt right again until we separated and I pushed him out of my Soul Network Mesh entirely, and stuff."
Jessica blinked at that revelation and pulled back a little to see him better. "Even back then? Why didn't you say anything?"
Because they were counting on him to run this 'test run'. "I didn't want to give up. To fail."
John gripped his metallic snack a bit harder. "I should have called everything off when I had issues focusing, when I was fading in and out of character, when I had to 'sleep' to allow me to get this whole mess to work."
The thought burned inside, the feeling of shame. "But if I gave up, like a wimp, and just… We all worked so hard to get this security module test set up and ready, and I didn't want it all to fall apart just because I had a few issues…"
She hummed. "You know we expected problems from the beginning, yes? And that, if you told us to call it off, that would only be expected so we could fix stuff, right?"
He winced. "I… It felt like if I admitted that I wanted to stop, that I wasn't being good enough. That I had failed everyone who was working so hard to help me get better."
Her hug tightened. "Never, little brother. John, getting sick, being hurt, feeling scared… All of that isn't a bad thing. It's nothing to feel guilty for, nothing to blame yourself over. Sometimes life makes something a bit complicated, outside of our expectations… But even if none of this had gone off the rails, even if everything had played out as expected?"
She pulled him close. "We'd still stop anytime you felt things were going to be too much to handle, and that would be alright. You know I and your girls are here for you. That we just want to help you, and make sure your modules are protecting you like they should."
John didn't sniffle. "Thanks, sis."
Jessica nodded. "Now, I want you to promise me that NEXT time, when we arrive at the next Realm, you will tell me or the girls IMMEDIATELY if something feels wrong or off, alright? After all, the System is part of YOU, and those feelings are important! They may even be subtle warnings that some larger problem is going on, and if you tell us we might catch issues before anything can happen and keep you safe… So, tell us if something feels wrong, or bad, or whatever alright?"
Yeah, alright. "Okay… I promise. Sorry."
She rocked them both slightly side to side. "You have nothing to be sorry about! Everyone needs to talk about stuff every now and then, about worries and fears and all that. Learning when to rely on yourself and when to ask for help, well that's just part of growing up… And honestly, I've had issues reaching out for help myself more than once or twice in the past too, you know?"
John couldn't help but snort. "It must be a family thing, Grandpa's got a whole LIFETIME of doing it all himself because he thought everyone else would muck it up or something. Until Charlotte, I mean."
Jessica grinned back at him. "See? Now, onto a different but also important topic: The next 'Transfer Test'. Did you read Grace's thoughts on what we should do for this next run?"
That massive dozen paged document? Yeah. Sigh. "I think we aim towards another green node for stability, but as for the method of Transfer… I guess we need to do [[Incarnation]] again?"
She shook her head. "No, we can wait if you don't feel like it. There are other options after all…"
No, then he'd feel tempted to put it off again and again. "It's fine, we can just follow Grace's suggestions and it should fix the issues we had THIS time."
Basically, her advice was to pre-select a bunch of answers to theoretical questions the Realm might ask before showing up. Make the Transfer process fast and near automatic, rather than hang around yelling at reality while making decisions.
Sure this was going to be a little annoying, since the exact questions wouldn't be known in advance and that meant John had to fill in a bunch of THEORETICAL stuff, but it would be better than letting all of existence use him like a chew toy. "First of all, I don't want to Incarnate into anyone while their Soul is still there. I'd like to wait at least an hour or so, I'm pretty sure the near instant replacement after death experience was what caused so many issues when I got here and became grandpa."
His sister nodded. "Reasonable… And make sure to specify that your new body should be mostly undamaged. Not smashed or evaporated or anything like that, please."
Oh, good point! "I'm pretty sure we can get away with a full Body scan and Craft a fixed up duplication as long as the Realm isn't looming over our backs this time, but that would prevent a LOT of hassle."
She gave him that look again. "AND prevent you from feeling all that pain when trying to Incarnate as a fragmented person, right?"
Huh? "Oh! No, Grace told me she found that possible issue this time, I won't be actually possessing the new Body until my Pocket fixes them up entirely. It just simplifies the whole 'going undercover thing' if I don't have to explain regenerating limbs and stuff to the locals."
Jessica blinked and raised a hand. "Hold up."
Uh. "Yes?"
She stared at him. "Are you saying you COULD have been forced to incarnate into someone HERE that was in a WORSE situation than Jeremiah Wilks dying on an operating table?"
Oops. "Well not anymore! Grace fixed that! AND if I end up being cut open again, from now ON I won't feel the entire thing too! Problem solved!"
She froze. "What do you mean, 'feel the entire thing'?"
Huh? "Well, when I first became Jeremiah here, I was mostly just a Soul and Mind you know? His Body was drugged up, but while it was connecting I could still feel the lingering pain of his Soul passing away six times and of course you know how damaged those memories were and… Uh… I mean, I passed out before the pain got TOO bad and…"
His sister did NOT look happy. "It's FINE! Don't worry about it, Grace fixed those settings and all that, it won't happen next time!" Shit, this wasn't working.
This was why he asked Grace not to tell sis about that mess in the FIRST place! It wasn't a big deal! "ANYWAY, back to my list of Transfer requirements, alright? Got a lot more to do, right?"
Jessica took a calming breath in… And out. "How did the System not TELL us, me OR the girls, that you were feeling that sort of pain at the time?"
Ah, that. "Because reality expected the 'dying' Jeremiah Wickles to be feeling such pain, and part of my security and privacy modules were set to ensure I matched so we'd go undetected and… Look, it doesn't matter any more, alright? Grace fixed it, let's move on."
She held back a growl, which… Was probably the best he could get right now. Fair enough. "Anyway! Let's uh… Let's go over my next [[Insertion]] requirements for now, alright?"
Grumbling, his sister pulled him into an even more massive hug. "Just… I'm so sorry, John."
It… It was fine. Sniff. "We… We aren't going to get anything done like this."
She didn't shift an inch. "The samples and stuff can wait, my brother is more important."
Sniff.
It wasn't a virtual conference room, or even located within the local Realm, this was more a massive box in his Pocket that sort of flowed on its own timeline that matched with the local Realm, and was ridiculously costly to keep operating like this… Practically 100% a waste of resources.
But it allowed him and his sister to interact with the new stuff without returning to the Realm directly and getting messed with by reality, and he NEEDED to be physically here for very important reasons, so the cost was fine. Fine, he said!
This was for a good cause, damn it!
John happily hummed while carefully chewing on the metallic shards from Batch 3320.
Mmm. "Can we get more of these ones? I think they came as big armor plates. I want like… A LOT of them."
Sure they were a tad tricky to snack on, what with the forces required potentially causing shrapnel to escape at lethal velocity if he chews with his mouth open, but they were so zesty!
His sister was still inventorying the massive amount of junk that Jeremiah had been delivering to them over the last few days while Temptation was out hunting again for Mister Sinister and Grace continued reexamining Pocket security modules, but she still paused her work to look up in confusion. "I'm sorry, what?"
John held up the fragmented armor chunk. "This stuff, the ablative armor layers or whatever this is, the armor plate segments from the Chitauri's invasions and whatnot? Let's ask Gramps to send me all he can find!"
Jessica blinked. "You want even more? We've already collected tons of that stuff! Literally tons, MOST of the Chitauri's vehicles and ships used it for defensive layers."
John crunched again with happiness before swallowing. "Yeah, but I've found that at least some of the taste comes from the History connected to the material. I can Craft new stuff easily, but it tastes bland without the reverberation of being forged and welded and used and all that."
He grabbed another sample fragment of material from the next pile… And winced. "Not that batch though, mark that batch for recycling. Not sure what it went through exactly, but a LOT of death and anger was involved compared to the rest so far."
Jessica blinked and checked the inventory logs. "Let me see… Batch 3321? Oh, it is some of the confiscated armor. I'll just set all worn materials and weaponry aside then?"
John nodded, wiping his mouth again. Eww. "Yeah, stuff that constantly comes in contact with the Chitauri directly on a constant basis? Let's just write ALL that off as a loss. The outer layers of ship and stuff basically only got handled during refits and repairs, it isn't soaked with mindless rage and murder and stuff despite being used in conflicts."
She nodded while pointing at a different block of material. "Want to try another 'sample' then? This stuff took longer to get than the Carbonadium and the reinforced prestressed fibrous steel, but it's pretty amazing material apparently."
Hmm? "Is this Vibranium?" He'd been REALLY looking forward to tasting that stuff!"
HIs sister sighed. "No, grandfather is having issues finding any samples of that stuff that people are actually willing to sell. This is Adamantium, a US classified steel alloy that we were talking about earlier."
John blinked at the shimmering material. "Why'd it take longer than the rest if it's made here locally and out of something available like steel?" Steel was pretty common after all.
She sighed holding up her data tablet. "Getting it isn't THAT hard, getting it LEGALLY on the other hand? In the end, Gramps gave up and had Charlotte just have it delivered from the black market. Several samples from this recent batch came from those channels, but even WITH those methods Vibranium is proving elusive… Anyway, how's it taste?"
Dunno. Let's find out! "Om nom nom N͔̻͖̲̕͝o̶̖̟̜̖͚̣̥̼͔̝͜m͢͏̲̬̟͜͟͡!̱͖̬̭̪̻̟͘͡͠ͅ"
Ooh! "It tastes like endless stability!"
And sort of zingy? Like how when you chewed on aluminum foil, but with layers of Conceptual infrangibility to it? "I'm glad it tastes so good even though I've gotten almost no History from it. I don't think this thing's been used before."
His sister nodded, holding up another oddly shaped blob. "This alloy is not only really hard to make and requires super classified compounds mixed together, but after eight minutes? It sets up and can't be worked with unless someone manually shifts the molecules one at a time, which isn't exactly cheap or easy to do."
She turned the odd object in her hands. "So if you make too much for your project? If there was a mistake or a blemish when forming it? A spillage or overflow? You end up with little blobs like this that are basically REALLY expensive and HIGHLY classified trash. Practically useless, but still highly restricted stuff."
Mmm. Something felt off about this treat. "Tasty trash though! And easy enough to work with, if all I have to do is just reshape the material on a molecular level, I think… Well, easy for us I mean, not for anyone else."
Hang on, that wasn't right. "System, craft me an ingot of this stuff please." A bar landed in his hand. "Thank you… Now, let's try this with a larger serving size."
"Om nom nom N͔̻͖̲̕͝o̶̖̟̜̖͚̣̥̼͔̝͜m͢͏̲̬̟͜͟͡!̱͖̬̭̪̻̟͘͡͠ͅ"
…Hmm.
John stared at the stuff and his frown deepened. "I can only eat this stuff here. In this Realm."
Jessica looked up from shifting material piles around. "What?"
He held up the bar. "The 'zingy' or 'zesty' flavor? It's from active conflict. The Concepts belonging to each of the composite materials that were used to make this alloy are attempting to destroy each other on a higher layer of interaction than normal reality."
Shit. "I won't even be able to snack on these things before they explode or evaporate small chunks of Reality or whatever when we leave this place. Damn it!"
Frantically pulling forth Crafted samples of other snacks… "Oh for crying out loud, ALL the zesty stuff has some amount of Conceptual conflict going on!"
This one too, and the glowing orange rocks, and the odd empowered liquid from one of the alien doo- bobs… "Crud, I think the reason this stuff has 'magical' properties and effects here is due to the Realm itself somehow allowing conflicting Concepts to just argue forever instead of instantly annihilating each other!"
His sister frowned. "Does this mean you won't be able to use this elsewhere on our travels?"
Meh. "Most of it will just degrade to a more stable state and become less impossibly awesome, but still good material… But the TASTE will be ruined! Except for the extreme stuff like Adamantium and probably Vibranium, that's going to be locked to Realms like this one where two conflicting realities can so easily overlap with only mild disagreements. DARN IT!"
Jessica considered that… And nodded. "Then we can reduce the shopping list we have with grandfather then. I'm sure your new sister will appreciate that at least."
Meh. "Charlotte's happy enough thanks to all the raw material we've been Crafting for her from scans of the expensive stuff she's been handing over… Though that won't work with Adamantium in this case, since we don't have the stuff used to make the alloy and can only Craft the material directly in the final form."
Maybe he could make a Crafting Chest to make stuff for her when they moved on? It'd have to be improved though, more interactive with an ability to design patterns for the finished Adamantium products to match… That could be a fun side project! Yeah, let's do that!
Happily chewing on the Adamantium sample, he began opening windows and interfaces… The new Crafting Chest could have holographic emitters easily enough, the Duel Monster Battle Stadium hardware was a massive cheat in this case, saved a WHOLE bunch of work and…
"John?"
Hmm? "Yes sis?"
Jessica had set aside her materials and tablet. "About our next 'test Transfer', to test our readjusted security modules? And about all the issues we ran into THIS time, with this test?"
He didn't flinch.
She sat next to him, pulling him into a hug. "Do you want to talk about it?"
…No. "Yeah."
He just sat there for a bit, feeling her willing to wait for him to find the words… "I'm not really worried about our next trip I guess. I trust Grace and Temptation to fix everything, get all the new settings right in my modules and stuff… But about when I first got here…"
Even as he was drugged on that medical table, things had felt wrong for some reason. "Something about how I integrated into Grampa, about how confused and… It felt off I guess. Never really felt right again until we separated and I pushed him out of my Soul Network Mesh entirely, and stuff."
Jessica blinked at that revelation and pulled back a little to see him better. "Even back then? Why didn't you say anything?"
Because they were counting on him to run this 'test run'. "I didn't want to give up. To fail."
John gripped his metallic snack a bit harder. "I should have called everything off when I had issues focusing, when I was fading in and out of character, when I had to 'sleep' to allow me to get this whole mess to work."
The thought burned inside, the feeling of shame. "But if I gave up, like a wimp, and just… We all worked so hard to get this security module test set up and ready, and I didn't want it all to fall apart just because I had a few issues…"
She hummed. "You know we expected problems from the beginning, yes? And that, if you told us to call it off, that would only be expected so we could fix stuff, right?"
He winced. "I… It felt like if I admitted that I wanted to stop, that I wasn't being good enough. That I had failed everyone who was working so hard to help me get better."
Her hug tightened. "Never, little brother. John, getting sick, being hurt, feeling scared… All of that isn't a bad thing. It's nothing to feel guilty for, nothing to blame yourself over. Sometimes life makes something a bit complicated, outside of our expectations… But even if none of this had gone off the rails, even if everything had played out as expected?"
She pulled him close. "We'd still stop anytime you felt things were going to be too much to handle, and that would be alright. You know I and your girls are here for you. That we just want to help you, and make sure your modules are protecting you like they should."
John didn't sniffle. "Thanks, sis."
Jessica nodded. "Now, I want you to promise me that NEXT time, when we arrive at the next Realm, you will tell me or the girls IMMEDIATELY if something feels wrong or off, alright? After all, the System is part of YOU, and those feelings are important! They may even be subtle warnings that some larger problem is going on, and if you tell us we might catch issues before anything can happen and keep you safe… So, tell us if something feels wrong, or bad, or whatever alright?"
Yeah, alright. "Okay… I promise. Sorry."
She rocked them both slightly side to side. "You have nothing to be sorry about! Everyone needs to talk about stuff every now and then, about worries and fears and all that. Learning when to rely on yourself and when to ask for help, well that's just part of growing up… And honestly, I've had issues reaching out for help myself more than once or twice in the past too, you know?"
John couldn't help but snort. "It must be a family thing, Grandpa's got a whole LIFETIME of doing it all himself because he thought everyone else would muck it up or something. Until Charlotte, I mean."
Jessica grinned back at him. "See? Now, onto a different but also important topic: The next 'Transfer Test'. Did you read Grace's thoughts on what we should do for this next run?"
That massive dozen paged document? Yeah. Sigh. "I think we aim towards another green node for stability, but as for the method of Transfer… I guess we need to do [[Incarnation]] again?"
She shook her head. "No, we can wait if you don't feel like it. There are other options after all…"
No, then he'd feel tempted to put it off again and again. "It's fine, we can just follow Grace's suggestions and it should fix the issues we had THIS time."
Basically, her advice was to pre-select a bunch of answers to theoretical questions the Realm might ask before showing up. Make the Transfer process fast and near automatic, rather than hang around yelling at reality while making decisions.
Sure this was going to be a little annoying, since the exact questions wouldn't be known in advance and that meant John had to fill in a bunch of THEORETICAL stuff, but it would be better than letting all of existence use him like a chew toy. "First of all, I don't want to Incarnate into anyone while their Soul is still there. I'd like to wait at least an hour or so, I'm pretty sure the near instant replacement after death experience was what caused so many issues when I got here and became grandpa."
His sister nodded. "Reasonable… And make sure to specify that your new body should be mostly undamaged. Not smashed or evaporated or anything like that, please."
Oh, good point! "I'm pretty sure we can get away with a full Body scan and Craft a fixed up duplication as long as the Realm isn't looming over our backs this time, but that would prevent a LOT of hassle."
She gave him that look again. "AND prevent you from feeling all that pain when trying to Incarnate as a fragmented person, right?"
Huh? "Oh! No, Grace told me she found that possible issue this time, I won't be actually possessing the new Body until my Pocket fixes them up entirely. It just simplifies the whole 'going undercover thing' if I don't have to explain regenerating limbs and stuff to the locals."
Jessica blinked and raised a hand. "Hold up."
Uh. "Yes?"
She stared at him. "Are you saying you COULD have been forced to incarnate into someone HERE that was in a WORSE situation than Jeremiah Wilks dying on an operating table?"
Oops. "Well not anymore! Grace fixed that! AND if I end up being cut open again, from now ON I won't feel the entire thing too! Problem solved!"
She froze. "What do you mean, 'feel the entire thing'?"
Huh? "Well, when I first became Jeremiah here, I was mostly just a Soul and Mind you know? His Body was drugged up, but while it was connecting I could still feel the lingering pain of his Soul passing away six times and of course you know how damaged those memories were and… Uh… I mean, I passed out before the pain got TOO bad and…"
His sister did NOT look happy. "It's FINE! Don't worry about it, Grace fixed those settings and all that, it won't happen next time!" Shit, this wasn't working.
This was why he asked Grace not to tell sis about that mess in the FIRST place! It wasn't a big deal! "ANYWAY, back to my list of Transfer requirements, alright? Got a lot more to do, right?"
Jessica took a calming breath in… And out. "How did the System not TELL us, me OR the girls, that you were feeling that sort of pain at the time?"
Ah, that. "Because reality expected the 'dying' Jeremiah Wickles to be feeling such pain, and part of my security and privacy modules were set to ensure I matched so we'd go undetected and… Look, it doesn't matter any more, alright? Grace fixed it, let's move on."
She held back a growl, which… Was probably the best he could get right now. Fair enough. "Anyway! Let's uh… Let's go over my next [[Insertion]] requirements for now, alright?"
Grumbling, his sister pulled him into an even more massive hug. "Just… I'm so sorry, John."
It… It was fine. Sniff. "We… We aren't going to get anything done like this."
She didn't shift an inch. "The samples and stuff can wait, my brother is more important."
Sniff.
Your Gramps reminds me of this man with how he is aiding those shunned by the rest of humanity and with Charlotte, his end will be just as loved the stubborn old cuss.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dE7_BKvHikU
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dE7_BKvHikU
Kalibrius
God of reflection
- Location
- The other side of the mirror
...... Johnny boy reminds me of some of the hospital patients I've actually encountered to a degree
Which is saddening with the hide problems bit
I'm no doctor but yeah, you seem to now how to put me through mood whiplash my friend
Bravo
Which is saddening with the hide problems bit
I'm no doctor but yeah, you seem to now how to put me through mood whiplash my friend
Bravo
- Location
- Sol;Terra;EU;D;NRW
Dang it, someone get him a Seven Up Cake right now.
He needs something sweet, tangy and with a tiny little zest.
He needs something sweet, tangy and with a tiny little zest.
- Location
- Planet Earth
Still really hopeful that the next Setting will be the DC Universe. I mean, it is directly connected to Marvel, and there is so much fun that could result from that. Maybe the MC becomes or is treated like an Endless? With DeeDee as a new Sister? Maybe the MC inserts into the setting and winds up with a new friend/"girlfriend". Like Raven, there is a lot of funny stuff the MC could wind up doing to help her with her Father. Or maybe the MC winds up as one of Poison Ivy's "babies" with her becoming the MC's "Mom", maybe with Harley as his other Mom? Or as his Aunt?
Preparing to travel and leaving presents!
- Location
- Here
John stood at the front of the virtual conference room, while the crowd murmured and ribbited and croaked and stuff in the background.
Jessica was at the table with the girls, of course, although Temptation was still ranting about how she'd only managed to evaporate three of Mister Sinister's clones during her hunt to her very tired angelic sister… Grace really needed a good long break and relaxation time before this next Transfer.
Besides, the idea of pampering his lovely ladies sounded like a great plan in general… Mmm…
Oops, right, focus! "Everyone, can you hear me alright from here?"
""""""YES EMPEROR/RIBBIT/CROAK!"""""" "GAH, I'm awake, I'm awake…." "...Did you not even HEAR me sis!? How were you SLEEPING with your EYES open!?" "[[Yawn…]] It's been a long couple of days…"
Jessica grinned at his shocked expression. "I enabled the conference call feature of the simulation bro, everyone can hear you perfectly fine."
Oh. Uh. Good. "Great! So I'm sure most of you are aware that our LAST [[Transfer]] attempt had some… issues…"
The crowd murmured, with the SPYRAL agents silently nodding and the swamp creatures just… Well, the leadership Frogs were focused, and that was the best you could hope for really. "Right, so I've attempted to make some corrections for THIS attempt, with the incredible help of our lovely Angel Grace of course..." "Zzz…" "Temptation, please stop doodling on your sister's face."
Ignoring the dark demoness's pouting attitude entirely, John clapped with enthusiasm! "So here is what we came up with!"
Data was shared with the group, allowing those who were paying attention a chance to look the new document over.
It was less a laid out plan and more of a really odd list of a requirements, which would be passed along to the targeted green node Realm and hopefully let John slip in during [[Transfer]] by supplying the [[Incarnation]] module with answers for any potential questions that may come up during the process.
A general list of requirements was easy enough:
~The target for [[Incarnation]] must have had the Soul vacate over 1 hour prior to selection.
~The target must be physically 95% undamaged compared to a 'healthy' or 'average' example of target's species
~The target must be between the ages of 22 and 33
~The target must not be damaged, killed, dismantled, remodeled, or reconstructed in response to this attempt at Selection.
John watched many of his listeners pull up the information as he reviewed it himself for the billionth time… THIS list of restrictions would hopefully fix a lot of issues.
Ensuring the body was actually vacated? Critical. He STILL wasn't sure if he had resurrected Jeremiah Wickles, reincarnated a variant of himself as his own grandfather, merged a clone of his existence with the Body to give birth to something new entirely or who knows what.
John wasn't going to go through THAT again, no thank you!
The 95% undamaged thing was to ensure he had most of his limbs and fingers and toes and stuff. Gunshot wounds or stabbings or whatever didn't do THAT much damage really, compared to being exploded or burned to death or whatnot, and he wanted to ensure his new Body was usable out of the box, as it were.
As for the age thing… That was all Temptation. His girl explained during one of their cuddling sessions that the human male supposedly hits his prime between the ages of 30 to 40 years old, depending on the Realm and the individual's lifestyle and social status and whatnot.
Well, that and she wanted him to be able to take her to bars and such, and 22 was considered past the mark of maturity on all previous Realms he had visited so far and was good enough for her.
The last bit was something he was still working with Grace on, rules set on the Realm itself to ensure that it wouldn't just murder someone randomly to fill in John's requirements when coming to visit.
The uh… The possibility of that had horrified him pretty badly for a while there. Thankfully, he had somehow missed that bullet by pure blind chance when he went with Jeremiah Wickles… But still: Damn.
After having a small breakdown when realizing how close he had come to murdering someone's grandpa without realizing it, John had very CAREFULLY altered this 'Please actually pick an existing person who passed on' requirement for a LONG time… Hopefully it covered all the bases here.
Anyway, those four rules/requirements seemed like the best idea overall: Don't smush John into a Body with someone else, the Body needs to be dead whether John showed up here or not, the Body should be within the acceptable age range, and it shouldn't be all busted up.
Good enough for him!
Then there was a secondary 'optional list' just to handle the 'wish list' of potential new Bodies for John, but that was less of a big concern to him honestly. As long as his new Body was capable of loving his girls and understanding the concept of Family, he could make it work regardless of gender or species.
After all, being human or male or whatever didn't matter to him much… Though he was fairly sure he'd be either bisexual or a lesbian if he had a female Body, the girls themselves loved John for who he was, even if he became a she or it or they or whatever at some point in the future.
Which was comforting, honestly…
The rest of the 'optional list' was being altered all the time by Temptation (since Grace was too busy to get involved with it) so he barely knew what was on it anymore. She'd put stuff like 'Has a cool tattoo' or 'Can do one armed sit ups' and all sorts of random things, and John really hadn't cared enough to argue with her on this one in the end.
He also carefully ignored some of the optional requirements she snuck in concerning the more erotic topics, such as her many opinions on his personal parts, or various fetishes or tasting certain ways or… Well, for his own mental health, he decided to ignore that mess too.
Although he HAD put his foot down when she tried to force ALL her thoughts into the required list at the SAME TIME. He didn't want to end up covered in dozens of tattoos with hundreds of piercings and all sorts of odd hair colors and…
Well, let's just say she had duplicate 'requirements' which could potentially conflict with each other and leave it at that. One or two of the random options would be fine, but ALL of them?
Not to mention, what if the impossible person designated didn't exist in that Realm? Would that catch the attention of the Transfer Node itself? Would it just force one random dead body to be blinged up beyond all recognition, or would it cause John to be caught again and turned into reality's chew toy once more?
So yeah, Temptation was blocked HARD by his sister and the others when she tried to upgrade her suggestions into something less optional, and thankfully had backed down easily enough. For now.
This should be good enough: It carefully noted the actual lines he didn't wish to cross when Inserting as an existing person while leaving lots of options for the place to then choose a target from.
So if everything went as planned, the [[Insertion]] module would get a list of a bunch of acceptable new targets, organize them by the optional requirement list, and then choose someone near the middle of that mess for him to enter the Realm as.
John blinked, seeing some raised hands and frog limbs in the crowd… Oh. "If anyone has any suggestions or changes, just use the anonymous comment forum I set up over here and I will go over them later! It would take too long if we waited for everyone here to have a chance to talk, so this is going to be more of a short meeting I guess."
Good, that seemed to have handled that. "Like I said before, we are going to a nice stable Realm node next trip… But uh, we might cut things a tad short if things go as oddly as THIS trip did, so keep that in mind? Yes? Cool. Meeting over, I guess. Just send me any thoughts or opinions you have to that forum, alright?"
""""""YES EMPEROR/RIBBIT/CROAK!""""""
Ah, too loud! "Sweet, great. Temptation, could you please take a break from your new 'art project' and get Grace to our room? She needs a real chance to get some actual GOOD and RESTFUL sleep while I go over all the posts from this meeting."
The black beauty cheerfully put a cap on her bright red markers, before carefully lifting her overly doodled sister in her arms. "Mmm, bring such a lovely thing to our bed? Anytime Master~"
Down girl. "See you two in a few hours then, love."
Jessica meanwhile was already busy with her agents discussing… Something or other, they've been busy for days now, just like everyone else had been.
Maybe NOW he'd have a bit of free time to develop the new and improved Crafting Chest!
Honestly a lot of the issues with that mess had gone away once he broke down and decided to focus on each chunk of the process as its own challenge.
A Scrap Chest to convert anything given into scrap had been the key breakthrough… It would allow his grandpa and Charlotte to convert anything they had laying about into a special compressed block of material he was calling scrap that could be used in other Chests he designed.
That way he wouldn't have to worry about transmutation or proper ratios of provided ingredients… All the other machines would only take scrap, and any excess from one project could be used in the next!
Sure some things would require several refills to finish being Crafted, but that was FAR less annoying than having a massive process grind to a halt because it ran out of silver-109 or Palladium-107 due to some earlier step.
Now instead of having to reexamine all the processes needed to construct a product to confirm everything provided will be available at each individual stage, he could just rely on a hopper full of scrap to keep it all ready to go efficiently!
He was sure his new sister was going to love this thing!
~~~Pocket System~~~
Charlotte stared at the most terrifying device ever. "Seal the room." "YES MISS!"
Her grandfather was reading over the newly provided documentation. "Oh dear… That brat still doesn't have any common sense, does he?"
She felt her hands shaking. "It can recycle anything into a safe, non-radioactive, easy to work with material. Even gasses and liquids can be transformed into 'scrap'."
Jeremiah hummed. "Well, it'd have to get into the input hopper at least…"
Charlotte pointed to the side. "It accepts both liquid and gas pipes if desired."
He paused. "Ah. Good point."
They were all going to die. "The pamphlet says it can even convert Adamantium into scrap. Without being powered or fueled in any way. Just… Drop it in and out comes scrap."
The old man hummed. "Well not exactly without fuel, this is a modified version of an old thing called a 'Crafting Chest'. They run on Magic."
What were they going to do? "It can convert nuclear waste, biohazards, alien materials, raw energy… Anything. We can't let anyone know."
People have died for less… No, Nations have been burned to the ground for less than this!
Jeremiah snorted. "I feel like you may have missed the second half of the pamphlet, young lady!"
Second half!? "Sir!?"
He glanced at the booklet… And tapped a symbol on the odd wooden box.
And a holographic menu came up.
With options.
Scan. Modify. Craft.
Jeremiah hummed happily. "Oh good, and that brat already filled it up with all those delicious snacks that Steve passed along… I'm going to have this Craft you a cherry cheese cake, you'll love it!"
Was it getting hard to breathe!? "This device can construct objects?"
He nodded. "From what his notes say at the end, this is how we can make Adamantinum whatsits without the boy being around to do all the work for us. Just pop something in made out of plastic or whatever, scan it for the pattern, then ask it to make it out of wood or eggs or whatever."
Oh god! "Everyone is going to MURDER us for this!"
Her horror actually set the old man back… Before he carefully gripped her shoulder. "Calm down, girl. Relax… You know I'd never let something like that happen."
But! BUT! "If they know, sir… IF ANYONE knows!"
And he snorted. "Girl, you are my granddaughter, adopted or no. And he's my grandson. Do you think EITHER of us would let you get in trouble for something small like this?"
SMALL!? "But… But Sir, what if?"
Her heart started to calm seeing how unconcerned he was. "How can I explain this… Look, I said this thing runs on Magic, yes?"
Breathe in. Breathe out. "Yes."
He nodded. "How much magic do you think this facility has? Like say, as of a month ago?"
Charlotte Clearwater blinked. "I… I am unsure?"
Jeremiah snorted. "Basically none, brat. This place was built here because it was cheap and easily defended, not because of mystical mumbo jumbo. So how do you think that chest there is operating right now?"
She didn't understand. "I don't know."
The old man chuckled, and then… Petted his chair? "To be fair, it's not like I think of it often, but we are family, yes?"
Of course. "Yes sir."
He raised a finger. "Gramps."
She felt herself calm down further. "Yes, grandfather."
He huffed. "Close enough. Well, we are family, and that brat brother of yours is family… And his [[Home[[ is OUR [[Home.]] And visa versa."
Charlotte shivered. "What was? That felt?"
Jeremiah Wickles chuckled! "[[Home?]] Be a dear and place this contraption somewhere safe until we need it."
The box vanished from the room. "Thank you, dear."
Charlotte fell back… Into her favorite chair. With a small table to one side, filled with what seemed to be steaming hot tea of her favorite blend. "But… What? How?"
Jeremiah grinned. "Well, before our [[Home]] couldn't do much here, not without the brat's Pocket around to help things along. But with the new Scrap Chest and Crafting Chest to work with? Well, anything she doesn't have that is required she can now Craft up as needed."
He leaned back in his chair. "I knew that little rascal was working on SOMETHING to help us out when he left, but I admit he does do good work once in a while… Speaking of good, could we please have some of that cherry cheese cake?"
And now there was (And always HAD been) a table with an amazing cake ready to be served before them both.
She stared at the thing. "Have I gone mad?"
He was already serving himself. "Meh, sanity is for the weak. Have some cake."
…It was delicious.
Jessica was at the table with the girls, of course, although Temptation was still ranting about how she'd only managed to evaporate three of Mister Sinister's clones during her hunt to her very tired angelic sister… Grace really needed a good long break and relaxation time before this next Transfer.
Besides, the idea of pampering his lovely ladies sounded like a great plan in general… Mmm…
Oops, right, focus! "Everyone, can you hear me alright from here?"
""""""YES EMPEROR/RIBBIT/CROAK!"""""" "GAH, I'm awake, I'm awake…." "...Did you not even HEAR me sis!? How were you SLEEPING with your EYES open!?" "[[Yawn…]] It's been a long couple of days…"
Jessica grinned at his shocked expression. "I enabled the conference call feature of the simulation bro, everyone can hear you perfectly fine."
Oh. Uh. Good. "Great! So I'm sure most of you are aware that our LAST [[Transfer]] attempt had some… issues…"
The crowd murmured, with the SPYRAL agents silently nodding and the swamp creatures just… Well, the leadership Frogs were focused, and that was the best you could hope for really. "Right, so I've attempted to make some corrections for THIS attempt, with the incredible help of our lovely Angel Grace of course..." "Zzz…" "Temptation, please stop doodling on your sister's face."
Ignoring the dark demoness's pouting attitude entirely, John clapped with enthusiasm! "So here is what we came up with!"
Data was shared with the group, allowing those who were paying attention a chance to look the new document over.
It was less a laid out plan and more of a really odd list of a requirements, which would be passed along to the targeted green node Realm and hopefully let John slip in during [[Transfer]] by supplying the [[Incarnation]] module with answers for any potential questions that may come up during the process.
A general list of requirements was easy enough:
~The target for [[Incarnation]] must have had the Soul vacate over 1 hour prior to selection.
~The target must be physically 95% undamaged compared to a 'healthy' or 'average' example of target's species
~The target must be between the ages of 22 and 33
~The target must not be damaged, killed, dismantled, remodeled, or reconstructed in response to this attempt at Selection.
John watched many of his listeners pull up the information as he reviewed it himself for the billionth time… THIS list of restrictions would hopefully fix a lot of issues.
Ensuring the body was actually vacated? Critical. He STILL wasn't sure if he had resurrected Jeremiah Wickles, reincarnated a variant of himself as his own grandfather, merged a clone of his existence with the Body to give birth to something new entirely or who knows what.
John wasn't going to go through THAT again, no thank you!
The 95% undamaged thing was to ensure he had most of his limbs and fingers and toes and stuff. Gunshot wounds or stabbings or whatever didn't do THAT much damage really, compared to being exploded or burned to death or whatnot, and he wanted to ensure his new Body was usable out of the box, as it were.
As for the age thing… That was all Temptation. His girl explained during one of their cuddling sessions that the human male supposedly hits his prime between the ages of 30 to 40 years old, depending on the Realm and the individual's lifestyle and social status and whatnot.
Well, that and she wanted him to be able to take her to bars and such, and 22 was considered past the mark of maturity on all previous Realms he had visited so far and was good enough for her.
The last bit was something he was still working with Grace on, rules set on the Realm itself to ensure that it wouldn't just murder someone randomly to fill in John's requirements when coming to visit.
The uh… The possibility of that had horrified him pretty badly for a while there. Thankfully, he had somehow missed that bullet by pure blind chance when he went with Jeremiah Wickles… But still: Damn.
After having a small breakdown when realizing how close he had come to murdering someone's grandpa without realizing it, John had very CAREFULLY altered this 'Please actually pick an existing person who passed on' requirement for a LONG time… Hopefully it covered all the bases here.
Anyway, those four rules/requirements seemed like the best idea overall: Don't smush John into a Body with someone else, the Body needs to be dead whether John showed up here or not, the Body should be within the acceptable age range, and it shouldn't be all busted up.
Good enough for him!
Then there was a secondary 'optional list' just to handle the 'wish list' of potential new Bodies for John, but that was less of a big concern to him honestly. As long as his new Body was capable of loving his girls and understanding the concept of Family, he could make it work regardless of gender or species.
After all, being human or male or whatever didn't matter to him much… Though he was fairly sure he'd be either bisexual or a lesbian if he had a female Body, the girls themselves loved John for who he was, even if he became a she or it or they or whatever at some point in the future.
Which was comforting, honestly…
The rest of the 'optional list' was being altered all the time by Temptation (since Grace was too busy to get involved with it) so he barely knew what was on it anymore. She'd put stuff like 'Has a cool tattoo' or 'Can do one armed sit ups' and all sorts of random things, and John really hadn't cared enough to argue with her on this one in the end.
He also carefully ignored some of the optional requirements she snuck in concerning the more erotic topics, such as her many opinions on his personal parts, or various fetishes or tasting certain ways or… Well, for his own mental health, he decided to ignore that mess too.
Although he HAD put his foot down when she tried to force ALL her thoughts into the required list at the SAME TIME. He didn't want to end up covered in dozens of tattoos with hundreds of piercings and all sorts of odd hair colors and…
Well, let's just say she had duplicate 'requirements' which could potentially conflict with each other and leave it at that. One or two of the random options would be fine, but ALL of them?
Not to mention, what if the impossible person designated didn't exist in that Realm? Would that catch the attention of the Transfer Node itself? Would it just force one random dead body to be blinged up beyond all recognition, or would it cause John to be caught again and turned into reality's chew toy once more?
So yeah, Temptation was blocked HARD by his sister and the others when she tried to upgrade her suggestions into something less optional, and thankfully had backed down easily enough. For now.
This should be good enough: It carefully noted the actual lines he didn't wish to cross when Inserting as an existing person while leaving lots of options for the place to then choose a target from.
So if everything went as planned, the [[Insertion]] module would get a list of a bunch of acceptable new targets, organize them by the optional requirement list, and then choose someone near the middle of that mess for him to enter the Realm as.
John blinked, seeing some raised hands and frog limbs in the crowd… Oh. "If anyone has any suggestions or changes, just use the anonymous comment forum I set up over here and I will go over them later! It would take too long if we waited for everyone here to have a chance to talk, so this is going to be more of a short meeting I guess."
Good, that seemed to have handled that. "Like I said before, we are going to a nice stable Realm node next trip… But uh, we might cut things a tad short if things go as oddly as THIS trip did, so keep that in mind? Yes? Cool. Meeting over, I guess. Just send me any thoughts or opinions you have to that forum, alright?"
""""""YES EMPEROR/RIBBIT/CROAK!""""""
Ah, too loud! "Sweet, great. Temptation, could you please take a break from your new 'art project' and get Grace to our room? She needs a real chance to get some actual GOOD and RESTFUL sleep while I go over all the posts from this meeting."
The black beauty cheerfully put a cap on her bright red markers, before carefully lifting her overly doodled sister in her arms. "Mmm, bring such a lovely thing to our bed? Anytime Master~"
Down girl. "See you two in a few hours then, love."
Jessica meanwhile was already busy with her agents discussing… Something or other, they've been busy for days now, just like everyone else had been.
Maybe NOW he'd have a bit of free time to develop the new and improved Crafting Chest!
Honestly a lot of the issues with that mess had gone away once he broke down and decided to focus on each chunk of the process as its own challenge.
A Scrap Chest to convert anything given into scrap had been the key breakthrough… It would allow his grandpa and Charlotte to convert anything they had laying about into a special compressed block of material he was calling scrap that could be used in other Chests he designed.
That way he wouldn't have to worry about transmutation or proper ratios of provided ingredients… All the other machines would only take scrap, and any excess from one project could be used in the next!
Sure some things would require several refills to finish being Crafted, but that was FAR less annoying than having a massive process grind to a halt because it ran out of silver-109 or Palladium-107 due to some earlier step.
Now instead of having to reexamine all the processes needed to construct a product to confirm everything provided will be available at each individual stage, he could just rely on a hopper full of scrap to keep it all ready to go efficiently!
He was sure his new sister was going to love this thing!
~~~Pocket System~~~
Charlotte stared at the most terrifying device ever. "Seal the room." "YES MISS!"
Her grandfather was reading over the newly provided documentation. "Oh dear… That brat still doesn't have any common sense, does he?"
She felt her hands shaking. "It can recycle anything into a safe, non-radioactive, easy to work with material. Even gasses and liquids can be transformed into 'scrap'."
Jeremiah hummed. "Well, it'd have to get into the input hopper at least…"
Charlotte pointed to the side. "It accepts both liquid and gas pipes if desired."
He paused. "Ah. Good point."
They were all going to die. "The pamphlet says it can even convert Adamantium into scrap. Without being powered or fueled in any way. Just… Drop it in and out comes scrap."
The old man hummed. "Well not exactly without fuel, this is a modified version of an old thing called a 'Crafting Chest'. They run on Magic."
What were they going to do? "It can convert nuclear waste, biohazards, alien materials, raw energy… Anything. We can't let anyone know."
People have died for less… No, Nations have been burned to the ground for less than this!
Jeremiah snorted. "I feel like you may have missed the second half of the pamphlet, young lady!"
Second half!? "Sir!?"
He glanced at the booklet… And tapped a symbol on the odd wooden box.
And a holographic menu came up.
With options.
Scan. Modify. Craft.
Jeremiah hummed happily. "Oh good, and that brat already filled it up with all those delicious snacks that Steve passed along… I'm going to have this Craft you a cherry cheese cake, you'll love it!"
Was it getting hard to breathe!? "This device can construct objects?"
He nodded. "From what his notes say at the end, this is how we can make Adamantinum whatsits without the boy being around to do all the work for us. Just pop something in made out of plastic or whatever, scan it for the pattern, then ask it to make it out of wood or eggs or whatever."
Oh god! "Everyone is going to MURDER us for this!"
Her horror actually set the old man back… Before he carefully gripped her shoulder. "Calm down, girl. Relax… You know I'd never let something like that happen."
But! BUT! "If they know, sir… IF ANYONE knows!"
And he snorted. "Girl, you are my granddaughter, adopted or no. And he's my grandson. Do you think EITHER of us would let you get in trouble for something small like this?"
SMALL!? "But… But Sir, what if?"
Her heart started to calm seeing how unconcerned he was. "How can I explain this… Look, I said this thing runs on Magic, yes?"
Breathe in. Breathe out. "Yes."
He nodded. "How much magic do you think this facility has? Like say, as of a month ago?"
Charlotte Clearwater blinked. "I… I am unsure?"
Jeremiah snorted. "Basically none, brat. This place was built here because it was cheap and easily defended, not because of mystical mumbo jumbo. So how do you think that chest there is operating right now?"
She didn't understand. "I don't know."
The old man chuckled, and then… Petted his chair? "To be fair, it's not like I think of it often, but we are family, yes?"
Of course. "Yes sir."
He raised a finger. "Gramps."
She felt herself calm down further. "Yes, grandfather."
He huffed. "Close enough. Well, we are family, and that brat brother of yours is family… And his [[Home[[ is OUR [[Home.]] And visa versa."
Charlotte shivered. "What was? That felt?"
Jeremiah Wickles chuckled! "[[Home?]] Be a dear and place this contraption somewhere safe until we need it."
The box vanished from the room. "Thank you, dear."
Charlotte fell back… Into her favorite chair. With a small table to one side, filled with what seemed to be steaming hot tea of her favorite blend. "But… What? How?"
Jeremiah grinned. "Well, before our [[Home]] couldn't do much here, not without the brat's Pocket around to help things along. But with the new Scrap Chest and Crafting Chest to work with? Well, anything she doesn't have that is required she can now Craft up as needed."
He leaned back in his chair. "I knew that little rascal was working on SOMETHING to help us out when he left, but I admit he does do good work once in a while… Speaking of good, could we please have some of that cherry cheese cake?"
And now there was (And always HAD been) a table with an amazing cake ready to be served before them both.
She stared at the thing. "Have I gone mad?"
He was already serving himself. "Meh, sanity is for the weak. Have some cake."
…It was delicious.
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You know, none of those state the body has to be dead. Just that the body be in good shape and without a soul.
So a mage out on an extended astral projection trip could come back and find John squatting in their body. Or if the soul was temporarily pulled out and trapped, like Pegasus did to Yugi's grandfather.
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Even worse... it could be on an autopsy table just about to be... opened. And the suddenly! A resurrection! A vampire! A bag of glitter! Aaah, the horror!!
Hmmm, depending on specific interpretation, I wonder how clones are treated. Such as a freshly created one. Would depend on how that particular Realm handled souls for clones. And how fast the clone grew. But the clone would pass on the 'vacant of soul for an hour' if it was fast enough to fully form, prior to potential Soul insertion/creation.
I say this because I'm imagining John ending up in the Misaka Network. Either as a random clone of said network, or as all of the clones. Especially given the 'hive mind' connection there.
I say this because I'm imagining John ending up in the Misaka Network. Either as a random clone of said network, or as all of the clones. Especially given the 'hive mind' connection there.
Given my understanding, it might even be possible he ends up getting into another situation like with he did with Wickles. Possibly stranger.
The 'Will' of the network existing means there's at least some kind of possible shenanigans there.
But then, John could easily take the place of the Misaka 1, since her death does seem to fit in with the requirement. The reactions that would happen should be interesting, nevertheless. Though putting John in at that point would mean that the rest of the clones would have drastically different events happening to them. I'd hazard a guess that the specifically named/identified clones would at least be recognizable personality-wise to their canon counterparts.
Barring something like Testament ending up causing an error in John's modules, until the Level 6 Shift Project ended. And if the bodies healed in the meantime, I could easily see them being kept. If only to figure out what was going on. Just sort of move on from there as well, keeping to canon until Accelerator ends it.
It's not out of the question, given Dolly came back after death, for something like that to cause issues. That, and having multiple bodies seems like something that John wouldn't expect when setting up the modules. So complications from that.
The Realm sending in John to fix possible issues that the Misaka Network secondary/hidden reasons for being created ended up potentially causing does seem to be a possibility. Along with the fact that it's quite possibly a very good placement to do other important Realm saving stuff.
Suppose that leaves just what would happen when it's time for John to leave...
The 'Will' of the network existing means there's at least some kind of possible shenanigans there.
But then, John could easily take the place of the Misaka 1, since her death does seem to fit in with the requirement. The reactions that would happen should be interesting, nevertheless. Though putting John in at that point would mean that the rest of the clones would have drastically different events happening to them. I'd hazard a guess that the specifically named/identified clones would at least be recognizable personality-wise to their canon counterparts.
Barring something like Testament ending up causing an error in John's modules, until the Level 6 Shift Project ended. And if the bodies healed in the meantime, I could easily see them being kept. If only to figure out what was going on. Just sort of move on from there as well, keeping to canon until Accelerator ends it.
It's not out of the question, given Dolly came back after death, for something like that to cause issues. That, and having multiple bodies seems like something that John wouldn't expect when setting up the modules. So complications from that.
The Realm sending in John to fix possible issues that the Misaka Network secondary/hidden reasons for being created ended up potentially causing does seem to be a possibility. Along with the fact that it's quite possibly a very good placement to do other important Realm saving stuff.
Suppose that leaves just what would happen when it's time for John to leave...
Glitter vanpires are the worst!
You know, I ordered a cherry cheesecake just because of this chapter.
My dietician will have words with you, John.
Them not specifying for (male or even) Human, I foresee (female and) a long lived race where that is an infant's age, or a short lived race where that is dead from extreme old age. The fix for that would be "at between 20 to 30 percent of that species' current average lifespan."
- Location
- US
I wonder if Amber from RWBY would count?
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- US
Oh good lord would that result in some amazing escalation.
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- Australia
Or anyone in a coma!
I also still think that after he enters the body, he should do some flesh rafting/morphing, because taking I've someone else's life is kinda shorty and comes with a lot of expectations from people that knew the body's previous owner.
I don't think there is a chance to overload? If anything, I think that it would be a bit more stable with more of them back. Provided that they don't get brought back all at once. I recall reading, but I'm not sure if it's fanfic or not, that all the sisters that died are still 'part' of the network. Just them not particularly caring enough to grab a new body. Given the Will exists, I'm not discounting it from happening. Essentially a 'backup', built right in. And I'm not even sure if it was a true statement, or more of a 'the clones weren't that developed yet, to the point where the first so many were essentially identical in all ways'.
Given that one Sister is enough to handle all of the traffic, along with the fact that Accelerator is given access to help his own damaged mind use his own Ability, I'd say it should be fine on that front. Handling John is a bit of a different story. Though the modules are likely to help smooth things out with minimal headaches. Possibly incidentally causing Level Ups. Mostly due to John's own understanding of reality. And being able to change it himself.
John is also likely to upgrade/update the Network himself. Whether by restoring the 'nodes' (more so if it's at the insertion point, meaning it was an automatic process in a full restore as part of the process, sneaking by on the fact that 95% was intact due to the amount of clones).
Probably take a dim view on how Espers work/are made. "They did that intentionally?" Fix things up as a side effect.
(And yeah, I kind of want to see John essentially taking up multiple 'parts', given there are differences in personality in the Sisters. Now whether he ends up keeping track of which personality goes to which Sister is another story. Depends on if its an 'overlay' based on the physical brain that he's inserted into, and its connection to the hypothetical Sister mind that is linked to it. Something that would be kept by dint of it being needed.)
It really depends on how Ace would handle the 'this is how this Realm makes itself work' in the greater context of the 'verse.
Nevertheless, I imagine that John would quickly fix up the errors that would let that kind of mess slip through. Possibly with its own loopholes.
Though I do wonder what the strangest insert John will end up having to deal with? Maybe an 'Apple Tree Dryad'?
