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24/07/2003 (TT, Earth-12)
Stiff and sore, Alchemist awoke to greet the morning light of his realm with a stretch and a yawn. Or as much of a stretch as he could manage with Kary practically half on top of him.
He hadn't done anything the last few days and that was a specific choice, not just a side-effect of laziness or fatigue. He needed time to recover, physically from figuring out the bottom limits of Freikugel and emotionally from... a lot of things.
Yuffie had enjoyed having time where he wasn't distracted. The day after her aborted mission had just seen them lazing around the house. Watching movies and snacking and playing with the familiars. Jinx had to go back to school during the daytime but Kary had been more than happy to relax with them.
Alchemist had actually tracked down a copy of the Princess Bride, one of the rare few movies that actually had a little something for everyone.
Sword fighting!
Intrigue!
Drama!
But a nice, relaxing three day weekend did need to come to an end. There were things that he needed to work on.
Casting Bilocation, a second Alchemist formed and began to head downstairs while the Alchemist that remained behind wrapped his free arm around his lover's back.
The dragon helped himself to a quick breakfast of granola bars and puttered about the kitchen for a bit as he thought. He had... so many things to take care of. Plans that needed to get worked on, at least a little bit.
The Mother Krystelle he had trapped inside of another demi-plane should be ready to produce another elemental Krystelle, which would mean another trip through the Item World. That would be a full day's worth all on its own but would open up a significant number of upgrade options for his facilities and tools.
He was definitely getting a Lightning Crystal next. He'd be able to swap out the Harlock's anti-matter generator with something that produced energy ex-nihilo instead of a finicky device made of Clarke Tech that ate phlebotinium to keep from exploding.
And the process would give Alchemist an opportunity to master a number of spells that the entities inside the Ebony Ingot had been too fragile to work on.
Or Alchemist could go to his forge and work on the Ebony Ingot, start turning that into the tools he needed to cover a number of other concerns. He needed weapons and rings, primarily. And even those were just going to be intermediary products leading to a much larger, much more demanding finished product.
Alchemist hummed quietly to himself as he pulled the milk out of the fridge and poured some into a mug before putting the milk away and setting his mug into the microwave.
Or he could keep working on his enchanting? He needed to bring that up to its current maximum level. Hitting level three-hundred would let him put a maximum of four, full-power enchantments into any single item. It would also be a fantastic opportunity to bring Fortify Skill up to the same level...
Alchemist weighed the pros and cons as he watched his mug of milk spin round and round in the microwave.
They were all good options and he did intend on doing all of them. Eventually. He just needed to figure out where to start.
Stopping the microwave at the one-second mark, Alchemist pulled out his steaming milk and hit the cancel button. Puttering his way over to a cabinet, he pulled out a box of hot cocoa mix and started to stir it in.
He also had the upgraded form of Devour to think on, he supposed, as he sipped at his scalding chocolate. He had captured at least a couple of every monster from Bitterblack Island and there were two in particular that had abilities he'd especially appreciate. The Frostwyrms had an intrinsic Fast-Cast ability that shaved a good eighty-percent off of their spellcasting time and the Hydras, while not death-proof, could regenerate full limbs in seconds.
Although the regeneration was strictly biological and didn't restore their hit points.
Stepping out the back door, the wizard closed it gently enough that it didn't make a sound as he considered his options. There was so much to do and, finally, enough time to actually do it.
But...
That didn't mean he actually had to do all of it by himself.
Raising his hand up, Alchemist used Wraith King, conjuring a dozen duplicates of himself. The copies all looked at him, silent and waiting.
They knew why he'd made them. And they were eager and willing to get to work, the same as he was.
Casting Fortify Skill: Enchanting on ten of them while the last two got Fortify Skill: Blacksmithing, Alchemist sent them a lazy salute and got one in return before they split off to get to work.
It was the one exploit that he got from using the skill, the one bit of feedback from it. Their offensive abilities may have been locked in at a quarter of his own but they had full access to his crafting specialties and, somehow, whatever they made would offer him experience for the crafting skill they used.
So, that was two projects taken care of.
Alchemist still needed to take care of something on his own, though. And he had a fantastic idea of what he could work on until Kary finally woke up to join him in killing off Lightning aspected monsters inside of a crystal.
"Ash! Reis! Cinder!" Alchemist shouted, drawing the various familiars out from where they'd been napping. As they came running, Alchemist smiled and extracted a trio of Shards from his inventory. One of Tis Rozain, the light elemental ray and two of Void Ray, the dark elemental ray.
"Play?!" the hounds asked in tandem.
"Play," Alchemist agreed as he crouched down to eye level with the magical beasts. Ash and Cinder both enjoyed ear rubs and that was a decent enough opportunity to gift them with Cannibalize. Reis tried to pull away but stopped and started crooning when he finally snagged her and started to rub the spines along her back. "Ash, Cinder, you two eat these. Reis, I have a different one for you. We're gonna learn a new attack spell."
The dogs looked dubious but Reis, being a dragon and a true omnivore, devoured her crystal by swallowing it whole.
Then she opened her maw in Alchemist's face, revealing dozens upon dozens of needle-like teeth and blasted him with both her awful breath and a thin, almost anemic beam of holy light.
Seeing that, the two dogs couldn't get their own Shards down their throats fast enough.
Alchemist just chuckled and shook his head as the familiars experimented for a moment, blasting their new attack spells at the ground and ripping up patches of grass.
This was a mistake. And he knew it was a mistake.
And that wasn't going to stop him.
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Tiffany felt pretty good as she got an early start on her morning.
The other day, Alchemist had told her to pick out one of the apartments from the complex they'd... stolen? Were squatting in? Renovating without permission?
Whatever someone wanted to call it.
Tiffany had picked out one of the corner apartments on the second floor and she'd been working on figuring out how to furnish it ever since. She'd filled out dozens of pages with sketches before figuring out something better or deciding she didn't like something.
Her jaw cracking wide in a yawn, the girl opened the front door of Alchemist's house and was about to step out-
And froze, her lips thinning into a concerned line as she watched Alchemist flying past, propelled by a purple beam and a yellow-white beam. That didn't seem to be coming from him.
Leaning out the door, Tiffany saw that Reis and one of the hellhounds were shooting the beams. From their mouths.
The gamer's mouth twisted through a few expressions as Tiffany tried to decide how she felt about what she was seeing.
"Alchemist?" Tiffany called once he was done getting knocked around for a moment. The man raised one hand up, one finger extended, and the familiars stopped their assault. "What's going on?"
"Uh... hi?" Alchemist offered as he stood up and dusted himself off. "Gave the familiars something new to play with."
"...And you're letting them just throw you all over the place?" Tiffany asked, uncertainty clear in her voice as she stepped out of the house and closed the door behind her.
"It's three on one, Tiff," the man told her as the familiars ran off, blasting at each other with their new breath attacks. "Unless you're willing to hurt whoever you're handling? You don't win when you're dealing with more than two attackers."
She debated bringing up his Haste magic, something he'd said she should learn a while back, back when her System was down. Or the time-stopping stopwatch he'd made. Or any of a number of options that would probably work to at least distract the familiars that had been attacking him.
But she supposed, on some level, that he wasn't wrong. When powers weren't involved? Three attackers was almost definitely one too many.
"...Are you busy today?" Tiffany finally decided to ask. The last few days had almost definitely been family time for the guy and she hadn't wanted to interrupt. Even if she had been turning green with envy.
"I do have plans." Damn it! "But I don't have to get started on them immediately. What's on your mind?" Yes!
"I picked out one of the apartments but I'm not too sure about how to furnish it," Tiffany admitted, casually ignoring the familiars firing blasts of light or darkness at each other in the background.
"Well... I have furniture," Alchemist admitted as he looked up to his house, towards one of the windows that Tiffany couldn't see through. "Or I could just conjure some up on the spot. Technically, the spell costs money but GP isn't really an issue."
"You can just... conjure whatever you want?" Tiffany asked. She struggled to wrap her mind around the idea. That he could literally just... make whatever he wanted? Whenever he wanted?
"There's a value cap on magical items," Alchemist explained as he motioned towards the door to the demi-plane. "But otherwise? Yeah. I can magic up any mundane materials that I want, or finished products if I can imagine them."
Following along behind him, Tiffany hurried to get ahead of Alchemist as they entered the apartment complex. They exited into the laundry room where he'd set up the door and soon enough found their way up to the second floor.
The bottom floor technically only held one apartment and that was supposed to be the owner or landlord's apartment. It was situated next to the wall bank of mailboxes, which was across the hall from the laundry room and the utilities room.
She wasn't sure how Alchemist planned to get the water or electricity turned on. She wasn't even sure if Jump City was still aware that the apartments existed. They'd been in a pretty bad shape before Tiffany and Yuffie had spent a few days repairing everything with magic.
Upstairs, on each floor, there were about six apartments. Four corner units with two bedrooms and then a pair of singles on the east and west sides. The north and south spaces were open but that probably had more to do with the stairs and some kind of structural concerns.
Opening the door, which was currently kept unlocked because nobody knew where any of the keys were, Tiffany revealed the bare walls and equally bare hardwood floor of her apartment to Alchemist.
She'd never had her own space before, not like this. A part of her felt absolutely giddy about it. A part of her looked at trying to fill it and felt overwhelmed.
Even so. She'd already made a few decisions. She'd picked out a double unit instead of a single specifically so she'd have the space to set up an Enchanting Table. So she could work on things by herself without having to bother Alchemist or the others too much.
"So, what do you think?" Tiffany asked.
"I think..." Alchemist hummed quietly as he tapped at his chin. "Well, we've got options. I'm no interior decorator, Tiff. I just get what I think will be useful."
...Yeah, she got that. The guy had a few framed photos of his family in his house but his walls were otherwise bare. And he only had one plant in a pot by the window which also seemed to be the place where his new snake pet liked to hang out.
Creepy thing barely moved and there didn't seem to be much going on behind its four eyes.
So it was just like a normal snake, really, aside from the eyes and arms.
"So, I can either give you some of the stuff I stole from Wayne Manor and you can figure it out yourself. We can hit up a thrift store on the nicer side of town. Or we can get a few magazines and we can work out what you'd like to have."
"...You robbed Wayne Manor?" Tiffany asked. She hadn't heard that right, had she?
"Yes, yes I did. The furniture, the grandfather clock, the jewelry, the wine and the silverware."
"...Why?" Tiffany asked. "When?!"
"When I asked you to let me use the Zombie I.D. for some stress relief," Alchemist explained with a growing smirk. "As for why? Well... why not?"
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Situated in the kitchen of Alchemist's house, five little dolls stared at various books and, from time to time, made notations in notebooks they'd requested from their creator.
"I think I'll take Technologist," Chica the little yellow chicken said from one corner of the table on which they stood.
"Why?" Freddy the brown bear asked, a normal sized pencil held in his too-small paws.
"I need it to make pharmaceuticals," Chica explained. "And that's another feature."
Bonnie didn't exactly ignore them but she kept her own thoughts to herself as she looked from the many, many books and back to her level up screen.
Freddy would never be a spellcaster as strong as she was and his choice in features would reflect that. Chica had picked the Chirurgeon subclass of Alchemist and Bonnie still couldn't wrap her head around that. They were constructs! They couldn't even use potions!
Goldy and Foxy didn't have spellcasting at all and didn't have to worry about that whole aspect of leveling up in the first place.
Bonnie had wanted to ask for the creator's help but Freddy insisted they leave him alone. Which didn't make any sense to the little purple rabbit because the creator had been very clear that he would be happy to help them at any time should they need it.
But... fine. Bonnie could be patient. Bonnie could wait.
Flicking back and forth between the books that Jinx had given them upon request, then to the screen with their leveling options, Bonnie released a tired sigh.
They could all pick to either continue leveling up in their current class or else multiclass and they all had two features to select at level two. And Bonnie, Freddy and Chica, if they continued their current class, would be able to select either a new spell in Bonnie's and Freddy's case or a new recipe for Chica.
"Stealthy," Goldy declared, his paws smacking at the transparent screen in front of himself. "And Skill Focus: Stealth. With Fast Stealth as my Rogue Talent."
Shocking. Absolutely shocking. Bonnie had no idea how they hadn't seen that coming. At all.
Still, that gave Goldy an immediate plus-five bonus to his stealth, on top of the skill points he'd directly put into the skill. And that bonus would hit plus-ten when Goldy was allowed to put ten points into stealth. And he'd get to keep that full bonus while moving at full speed.
Considering their Dexterity score was all the way up at sixty after the various boosts and boons their creator had either directly Wished up for them or else somehow fed to them when he'd permitted them to take on the form of his daughter?
No mere civilian would be able to see Goldy if he didn't want them to.
But that didn't help Bonnie in figuring out what she wanted to spend her points on.
On one side of things, they weren't limited to just the Feats from Pathfinder. But that was both good and bad because it also meant that they had more and more choices and no real idea on what to spend them on.
Decision paralysis, she'd been told in the past. The problem with having too many options and not enough direction.
She could pick Feats that would offset some of the limitations of her size. She could pick feats that would make her spells harder to resist. She could even pick feats that would let her summon creatures more effectively.
Or she could pick feats that would further expand her capabilities. As an Arcanist, she had a limited pool of special points that would let her perform spells or spell like abilities without using her spell slots. And her arcane exploit, Dimension Slide, would let her literally teleport twenty feet in any given direction, functionally at will. An exploit that would grow by an additional ten feet for every level.
But, at the moment, it was the only exploit that she had and she could only use it between four and five times per day, assuming she hadn't used it all up the day before. She could pick a Feat that gave her more points, or she could pick another Feat that gave her access to another exploit.
Or she could pick Feats that would completely shift her abilities in different ways.
"Yar!" Foxy exclaimed, drawing four set of eyes to the little red fox. "I be pickin' Bilge Rat an' Combat Distraction!"
"...Foxy?" Freddy asked as the bear scrolled through his own menu. "Combat Distraction is limited to goblins."
"I be pickin' it anyway."
Bonnie rolled her little glass eyes and focused on her own menus. She hadn't made her decisions yet, after all.
Scrolling further in and reading through the various listings, she started to get some ideas, though.
"I'm going with Spell Sniper," Bonnie explained as she selected the Feat. "That will double my spell range for attack spells and let me pick a cantrip. Which will be... Eldritch Blast."
Finalizing her selection had Bonnie shivering for a moment as she felt the twisted, arcane knowledge trickle along her mind. It was especially unsettling given that she didn't have a brain.
"And I think for my second Feat... Eldritch Initiate with Eldritch Spear." Which would set the base range of Bonnie's new cantrip to three-hundred feet. Which she'd just doubled to six-hundred feet. Which was a lot of range for a weapon that didn't necessarily cause a lot of damage but Bonnie's main job was to cast control spells and stay out of range, so having a really long-range spell in her back pocket to harry and harass was just another tool to help irritate and annoy to keep enemies distracted until Goldy could sneak up and stick his knife in someone's kidneys.
And she could change her Eldritch Invocation choice in the future when she leveled up and decided that really, really good range on her weapon wasn't so important. Probably when she had enough levels that Dimension Slide would let her move in and out of range at will.
"...You're mean, Bon-Bon," Chica said after the chicken spent nearly a minute searching through her own menus to fully understand what Bonnie had put together.
Bonnie, so proud of her clever choices, crossed her arms and pouted.