Millard: "Oooo-" *He wiggled his bottom in excitement.* "What a delicious question."
Twortz: "Well?"
Millard: "Have you heard what Purity Zones are?"
Twortz: "Purity Zones? Maybe, but I don't recall it though."
Millard: "Well-"
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*Quintess, Synthoss and Tyson flashstepped into an open plain, causing buzzing sounds to echo around them.*
Quintess: "Who-?" *She dropped the blue whip and fell to her knees.* "We failed?"
Synthoss: *She watched the leather clothes start to stitch themselves back together.* (Our garments absorb our own Astragons to help repair itself and to keep itself clean. One of the best inventions the Consultants have distributed to us-)
Tyson: "My hand-, my Ougi-" *He looked at his hand, staring at the skin in perfect condition.*
Quintess: "Can't you use your Ougi with both hands?" *She gave the impression he shouldn't be sulking over one arm.*
Tyson: ".. Yes.."
Synthoss: "We need to tell the Consultant about the fire based Rostical User immediately."
Quintess: "How dare they-"
Tyson: "I won't forgive them.. I spent most of my teenage years trying to perfect and master Astragons in my hands." *He spoke to himself in anger, triggering flashbacks of the flames burning his bones to ash.*
Synthoss: "Only because it was a large city of dancers, we probably won't be sent off together again."
Quintess: (It's true. It's not often three of us get issued the same mission-)
Tyson: "I'll be going after them."
Quintess: "Well-" *She stood up and smirked.*
Synthoss: "Quintess?"
Quintess: "We do finish off our missions rather quickly." *She implied something.*
Tyson: "I don't get it?"
Quintess: "Maybe we could hunt them one by one in our spare time?"
Synthoss: "Sister." *She spoke with an impressed smirk, as if she was interested in the proposal.*
Tyson: "I've never been a fan of extracurricular missions, but I guess I could start now." *He opened and closed his hands.*
Synthoss, Quintess and Tyson: "Fufufufu."
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Twortz: "Elementalists are weakened by passing through distorted Astragons such as Spacial Funnels and Reality Marbles, while Rostical Users are weakened in Purity Zones.."
Millard: "It's all very interesting, isn't it?"
Rachael: "Mmm." *She mumbled, implying she was still listening.*
Twortz: (If I had to choose, an Elementalist has a better advantage. You could choose not to enter a Spacial Funnel, while you'd have no choice but to pass through a Purity Zone.)
Millard: *He rubbed his hands near his self-contained camp-like fire and adjusted his cone-shaped hat.* "Tell me more about where you're from-?"
Rachael: "Zzzz.."
Millard: "Either, your world is really boring or she's asleep."
Twortz: "We don't have Rostical-"
Millard: *He suddenly hissed, causing Twortz to lean back in fright.* "Hssst! No Rostical?! That's upsetting-"
Twortz: "Sshh, you'll wake everyone up."
Lezard: "Healing Fart...." *He mumbled in his sleep.*
Karol: "Daddy, mumsy.."
Rachael: "Zzzz."
Millard: "Bahaha, excuse me. At times, these old bones don't know when to stop."
Twortz: "Interesting."
Millard: "Anyway, I'm off for a delicious walk." *He hobbled up onto his feet and brushed his robes.*
Twortz: "What exactly makes it a delicious walk?"
Millard: "I picture the floor as a sea of cotton candy, and you can ride on the cotton waves of goodness."
Twortz: "..."
Millard: "Bahaha, I'm joking, silly sausage."
Twortz: "Cotton candy? Sausages? Are you still hungry?"
Millard: "Bahaha, they're just the types of words I use."
Twortz: "Perhaps use more descriptive words, such as, ahem-" *She coughed to clear her throat.* "I'm off for a transcendental walk."
Millard: "Eww." *He hobbled towards the Spacial Funnel and stepped through it, causing his image to warp.* "Stay out of trouble."
Twortz: "..."
Millard: *He hobbled out into the courtyard and looked up, noticing the stars and moon.* "My oh my.. What a day.."
*Millard spoke on his breath and slowly walked across the courtyard, enjoying the night sky.*
Millard: "Surprising how much time is spent talking to interesting people..."
*Millard mumbled with a widening smile and adjusted his cone-shaped hat.*
Millard: (Kathalestel, I missed you once again..) *He stopped his train of thought and stared out with an emotionless face.* "How can I help you?"
Twortz: *She silently stood behind Millard, staring at his back.* "Could you please help me materialise my weapon?"
Millard: "Why?"
Twortz: "Because you said you could."
Millard: "Don't misinterpret me, child. I offered and you didn't want it."
Twortz: "I apologise."
Millard: "Apology accepted."
Twortz: "So, will you teach me?"
Millard: "Oh? Good gravy, doesn't mean I will just because you apologised."
Twortz: "Truth is, I don't like getting insulted because of my physical appearance, and the choice of weapon I've been using.." *She ended the sentence as if it was obvious what the problem was.*
Millard: (Being large and attacking with a frying pan.. That does hold some comical stigma-)
Twortz: "I understand if you don't wish to do so.. I've grown to accept no as an answer."
Millard: "There's no easy way out of things.. To get considerable results, you must put the same amount of hard work into it."
Twortz: "I know the moralities of working." *She placed her hands behind her back, standing in a professional-like manner.*
Millard: "Release your weapon.. Perhaps it was fate for me to teach you on this beautiful night."
Twortz: *She looked up and stared at the stars, causing her to gasp in disbelief.* "Wow."
Millard: "What-?" *He looked up and held his cone-shaped hat with one hand in confusion.* "Is it a flying pan?"
Twortz: "It's called a frying pan-" *She reached over her shoulder and pulled forward, causing sparks to swirl around the pan.*
Millard: "I know-" *He sighed with a smile.*
Twortz: "Where I'm from, you don't see all these stars.. What is that smoky cloud?"
Millard: "Perhaps a galaxy? I'm not entirely sure. I like to believe, you should research everything in one's own world before looking upon others."
Twortz: "Explain?"
Millard: "Why should you look into other people's houses when your one needs a major cleaning itself?"
Twortz: (Such strange examples, yet, he still portrays what he wants to say well.)
Millard: "I can teach you the extremity if you're willing to learn."
Twortz: "I don't care how hard it is! I will always do my best!"
Millard: "Splendid." *He clapped his hands and took a step forward, focusing on the frying pan.*
Twortz: "What am I to do with this?"
Millard: "Nothing. I want to cook eggs in the morning."
Twortz: "What..?"
Millard: "Now, what you will be doing is over-driving your body."
Twortz: "How does one do that?"
Millard: "Hermm." *He placed his hand on his chin.* "I got an idea. A self-inflicting glyph."
Twortz: "What are they?"
Millard: "It's a special glyph that hastens the body's system, allowing their power to tremendously increase."
Twortz: "Forcefully speeding up the body.. Wouldn't that damage it?"
Millard: "Yes-"
Twortz: "I'll do it."
Millard: "So eager?"
Twortz: "Does it matter? I have the drive to do so."
Millard: "Yes." *He hobbled up to Twortz and reached out, touching her shoulder.*
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bsp; Twortz: "I'm ready."
Millard: *He nodded his head.* "Self-inflicting glyph!-"
Twortz: *Black tattoo-like lines drew themselves down her arm, causing a slight sizzling sound to be heard.* "It burns a little-"
Millard: "It's the run down you should be worried about-"
Twortz: "Run down?" *She looked at Millard in confusion, as the markings scattered across her face.*
Millard: "What do you feel-?"
Twortz: *She accidentally dropped the frying pan, causing a shock wave to explode the ground.* "Wha-?"
Millard: "Settle down, lassy! Your powers have almost tripled!"
Twortz: "M-My apologies."
Millard: *He quickly tiptoed up to the frying pan and awkwardly kicked it away, while withdrawing his arms away from Twortz.* "Okies.."
Twortz: *She watched the frying pan spin away.* "What would you like me to do?"
Millard: "Remember when you manipulated my flame?"
Twortz: "With Neurons or Astragons?"
Millard: *He smiled, as if he was relieved Twortz was intelligent.* "First, Neurons."
Twortz: "Okay, what about them?"
Millard: "Simply, release it."
Twortz: "All of it?"
Millard: "Yes."
Twortz: "Okay." *She straightened herself up and took a deep breath.* (Neurons, okay-)
*A pulse of debris blew away from Twortz, as a soft humming started to echo from her.*
Millard: *He noticed his robes gently flap back, causing him to take a step back from Twortz.* (She's doing it so fast-)
Twortz: (Pouring my Neurons through concentration, it feels like a different variant of excitement-)
Millard: "Now, the self-inflicting glyph is going to naturally boost that feeling-"
Twortz: "Boost my-" *She started to scream, as if she was on a carnival ride.*
*Winds started to blow around Twortz and glyphs along the courtyard started to respond to her presence.*
Millard: (Even the city is responding to her power!-)
Twortz: "It feels like I'm on a roller coaster!" *Her voice echoed in the wind, as visible squalls of lights swayed around her.*
*Orbs of white light started to materialise and float around Twortz, causing Millard to giggle in accomplishment.*
Millard: "Now, with the Astragons, condense all the orbs around you into one!"
Twortz: "Ah!-, ah!-, how do I do that?!" *Her screams echoed several times.*
Millard: "Astragons, despite the different levels of extremity, it's still the same thing!"
Twortz: "Ckee-" *She swayed her arms and started to concentrate, causing the light to sway in the opposite direction.*
*The light suddenly thickened and merged into spirals in front of Twortz, slowly condensing into an orb.*
Twortz: (This is so hard to control-) *She started to sweat and took deep breaths, blowing through her mouth as if she was pregnant.*
*Twortz spread her arms around the orb and it condensed, causing it to glow brighter.*
Millard: "Now.. What to you hear?"
Twortz: "The swirling, echoing, glowing wind, blowing in my ears?! What a stupid question!"
Millard: "Now that you've condensed it, I'm just winging it now!" *He sarcastically squealed.*
Twortz: "Winging it?!"
Millard: "I'm not a Score User, I don't know!" *He crossed his arms over his face, as if he was trying to banish Twortz.*
Twortz: "What am I meant-?" *A heartbeat-like pulse thumped through her chest, followed by the sounds of music.* "Did you-?"
Millard: "Did you hear something?! I've only had two Score User captains under my wing, I'm just going by memory-"
Twortz: "It sounded like a musical instrument-"
Millard: "Now, it's a similar process when you sucked your weapon inside your own Spacial Funnel, use that feeling, but try and draw the sounds closer."
Twortz: "The sounds-" *She closed her eyes and listened to swirls of violin chords play through her ear.* "It sounds so new to me, but feels like it's a part of me-"
Millard: "That's because it is. It's the materialisation of one's own Astragons, your being."
Twortz: "Ah!-" *She screamed with echoing violin chords and the light flashed, blinding Millard.*
Millard: "Good hot gravy!" *He sarcastically whined and shook his bottom, blinking several times.*
Twortz: "Ah-" *She suddenly dropped to her knees, causing sweat to flick off her forehead.*
Millard: *He watched the light fade into the wind, allowing him to look at Twortz.* "Did it work-?"
Twortz: "Wow.. It's beautiful." *She smiled with watering eyes, staring at a violin in her hand in accomplishment.*
Millard: "Splendid!"
Twortz: *The tattoo-like markings started to sizzle off her body, causing her to frown with a twitching eyebrow in pain.* "Is this actually mine?"
Millard: "Yuppers."
Twortz: *She noticed a dagger inside the handle.* (A dagger? It's placed inside the handle like a stylus to a mobile phone-)
Millard: "I'm very impressed, my succulent friend."
Twortz: "..." *She nodded her head in appreciation.*
Millard: "Now. I better get some rest myself. These old bones might shatter to the touch of tomorrow's sunrise, bahahaha."
Twortz: "Hahahackee."
Millard: *He hobbled towards the Spacial Funnel.* "See you in the morning-"
Twortz: "Millard."
Millard: "Hello! That's me." *He smiled and faced Twortz.*
Twortz: "Why did you leave the warriors? From what I gathered, they hold power across these lands, and from the little things I've heard, they have valuable resources."
Millard: "My lover.. After our first successful captain, he suffered from the rare disease of the yellow-eyed disease."
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