Cursed Cosmic Dev 6 -Willing Lab Rat-

[21:15] The little Fairy had already climbed out of Perseus' cape at this point, and departed from him with but a flutter of her wings to now be kept hovering at a still point between him and the Neries, "Ah... So this is the one generous enough to offer being the first tester, yes?" A little snicker, though well kept!

"Am Nyphadora! A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Syracuse!" A stern nod, hands placed firmly on each respective hip of hers.

"Well I am ready to begin whenever you two are, mhm!"
(Nyphadora)
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[21:15] Britta Toryia says, "Hello Roanna."
[21:15] Eiphraem licks the revenant's cold, half-stone cheek. He slowly pulls off, as though something was said- Silently! He heads for the tower.
(Eiphraem Kang)
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[21:15] Britta Toryia says, "Roanna, this is my wife, Aaron."
[21:15] Perseus Kang says, "I would recommend doing this in the clinic, unless he wants to make a show of it."
[21:15] Britta Toryia says, "Oh wait.. yep brain fart.. you two already know each other."
[21:15] Roanna Rosenkreuz says, "Yes... I do recall her height at the very least."
[21:15] Ohtli Tezcacoatl whispers something.
[21:15] Roanna Rosenkreuz says, "I'd be more surprised if she recognized me."
[21:15] Nyphadora says, "Too many disturbances here, would be better to do in private."
[21:15] Shizuko Megumi whispers something.
[21:16] Denier takes off his helmet and scratches his head.
(Denier Nevus)
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[21:16] Offered a half-shrug, he didn't care to much one way or the other.

"I'm good with whatever."
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[21:16] Ohtli Tezcacoatl whispers something.
[21:16] Syracuse Fengari says, "An' good to meet you Ma'am."
[21:16] Esso Naam says, "I'd be tempted to be along to watch, but I've got business to go handle."
[21:16] Perseus Kang exclaims, "Come hither!"
[21:16] Shizuko Megumi whispers something.
[21:16] Esso Naam says, "Enjoy your lesson."
[21:17] Roanna Rosenkreuz says, "Ah - and Astaria has arrived. She'd be the more important one for this."
[21:17] Perseus Kang says, "Right, so, Nyphadora is the expert here."
[21:17] Perseus Kang says, "I will defer to her, and largely observe. I will assist in any way I can, however."
[21:18] Perseus Kang asks, "As an aside, Syracuse, should you happen to perish in the process, can I consume you?"
[21:18] Denier pulls up a chair, prepared to watch whatever happens.
(Denier Nevus)
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[21:21] Scratched his head at that question, could Perseus consume him? He'd ponder it for a few more moments. He hadn't achieved anything of worth that would make a Necromancer decide to bring him back. Nor had he set up any countermeasures, or even figured any out, that would allow himself to come back.

He'd finally give Perseus his customary smirk, a simply shrug following after it.

"Hey man, by all means. Just don't cut up my face, you feel?"

He'd then cast a half glance back to Denier, then looking away, then looking back again. He'd offer the strange man a wide overtly friendly grin.

"Aww, you do care! Denier, I'm touched that you'd come all the way in here to give me moral support."
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[21:21] Denier Nevus says, "Gonna be touched in the face you blowhard."
[21:21] Perseus, apparently, can most certainly respect that answer. He closes his eyes and dips his head in a little nod.
(Perseus Kang)
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[21:21] Nyphadora may have been small in stature, however looks could be ever so deceiving- For what stood before them was a Master Runescriber with over a century worth of experience!

Taking a landing on the edge of the left table, she came to take a seat with her legs crossed, "So! Whilst I understand what we are trying to achieve and have a fairly good idea of how to approach this, I will first and foremost need to witness a 'sample' of the process- So as to know what I am dealing with, yes?"

Eyes would peek over to Perseus, a nod sent his way, "If you could." With a hand gesturing towards Syracuse.

"Normally I would need to experience it myself, but as I am fortunate enough to have been born a Fae, simply observing it will do. And if you could, try to keep it at the same level you would try for in the future, yes?" A smile!
(Nyphadora)
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[21:25] Flashed Denier a wink, his smug smirk never faltering. Before turning back and refocusing on the task at hand. He'd look from the small fae, to Perseus. Ah, now came the part where he'd get sucked of some mana. Just like back home.

"Alrighty, sounds good. Let's get this on the road, I ain't been sucked of mana since I left Nostvale."

He'd lean on the table, clearly ready and willing. If a bit more carefree than one should be.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[21:28] Esme floated in place beside Perseus, watching attentively as Nyphadora sets up to tattoo runes to Syracuse.

Nothing of this sort had ever been performed before her, let alone to her. It would be an interesting experience for her, but not an unwelcome one; after all this she can expect a thorough understanding of cosmic magic and true celestial mastery. Academia was a profound hobby of hers, and she'll go great lengths to secure the knowledge she desires.

Folding her arms across her chest, she'd sit and watch quietly as the fae begins to work away with the ritual's bodily runes; all the while she'd patiently await her own turn on the table.
(Esme Rowan)
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[21:30] Well.

"If he is willing, then I will certainly appreciate a donation of mana."

Perseus allows his aura to recede, focusing the energies around his right hand so that he can control the flow more accurately. He takes a step closer, the pressure of his presence moving as a spherical wave of absence with writhing tendrils flicking through the air as he brings his hand forward, invisible to most.

"I will not choose a specific point. This will reduce the damage."

He slowly pushes the mass forward as those tendrils are released from his palm, slithering through the air towards the willing source of mana. They attempt to pierce through the Neries's aura and dig into his flesh, wiggling like little, living spears of cold as they seek the mana circuits below.

Upon making contact and linking up with his insides, the tendrils empty entirely of mana, drawing it out with an absence of pressure.

� likely a very uncomfortable process for the Neries, but not overtly painful yet. He can feel his flesh stiffen and become colder, but this is most definitely not a killing, and Perseus is doing his best to draw as little as possible.
(Perseus Kang)
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[21:34] Whilst remaining in a seated position, her wings had already begun fluttering once more; she rose but a few inches, as if to catch a better glimpse of what was occurring before her- Until she finally came to land once more.

"Hmm..." Was all that escaped her, a hand moving up to rub her chin as she continued to ponder.

"How unique and yet so generic. I believe the difficult part will be to isolate the cosmic mana. Or I suppose that is my challenge in this, mm?" She suddenly spoke, not really having the patience to wait for them to finish just yet!
(Nyphadora)
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[21:36] As he leaned upon the table he'd watched the rather disconcerning move of Perseus. He'd watch the tendrils approach him, more so, he'd feel them dig at his aura. With a slight frown he'd simply let his aura falter. Dropping the innate magical protections all magi should have active to protect from surprise attacks.

As they gripped into his mana circuitries he'd definitely feel stupid for having stayed leaned the entire time. He'd look about as he'd feel himself stiffen. Ah, that was terrible, even worse than the Tyrium he'd taken to carrying around for moral support.

"Ah, that feels fantastic."
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[21:43] "Isolating the cosmic mana may not be necessary. I can be fed by all kinds; cosmic mages have been chosen for their mana reserves, and their likelihood of being able to function much like a star."

Perseus's voice is very strained during the process as any action other than eating becomes more and more difficult. At the sight of Syracuse's comfort, the undead's lack of concern is most certainly reinforced. A predatory smile pulls his lips away as he takes another step forward, shortening the distance the mana needs to travel, and forcing the little mana-cables further in.

Like a straw suddenly pushed through a soft solid into a liquid, suddenly the current skyrockets, practically slurping away at the (assumedly) high amounts of mana present within the Neries. He forms a more solid connection, moonlight swimming down the lengths of the tendrils to reinforce their shape and allow them to swell, taking in more and more mana as the process continues.

"The cosmic link is most similar to a necromantic one, after all."

At the localized sites of 'impact,' Syracuse can feel his skin frosting over and hardening, condensation on the surface frozen into place as the deeper layers begin freezing. It's likely growing painful at this point, the heat and other energies stolen directly from his flesh as the hungry tendrils eat away at him, biting and gnawing on a spiritual level.

The process may become dangerous for Syracuse soon.
(Perseus Kang)
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[21:50] Ever so smoothly, ever so smoothly, shifted himself up to stand at attention. He'd move his thumbs to hook into his belt, as he stood their with that arrogant grin on his face. He'd feel the frost start to just settle upon his skin. He'd ever so slightly regret not wearing a shirt today. He really shouldn't have used it as a blanket for a dead rat.

He'd have deep wells of mana, of course his connection to the stars, and to the lesser extent his Dreamer link. Would provide a hearty well of energy. Something else though would be easily noticed, and that was an over abundance of Occultic magic. As if he'd been feeding off of a rather powerful Occultist recently or was perhaps himself one. Thoguh given Syracuse's youth the former was more than likely.

"Ahhhh, 'ats 'da good stuff."

His teeth chattered a bit as he'd roll with the draining pain. Perhaps, just perhaps, Syraucse simply enjoyed the pain? Or perhaps it was the draining of mana that was refreshing? Who could tell.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[21:56] "Similar to a necromantic one, huh? Makes sense you choose me then, mm!" A little giggle.

Head would tilt a slight bit, eyes and attention remaining fully on the process at hand whilst speaking- If one were to pay attention to the Fae herself, perhaps they would notice an ever so slight bit of mana leaking from her figure, filling the room with a nigh invisible layer of her mana in the form of fine dust; Empathy had many uses, but the primary one was the ability to sense mana!

"But I think I get it." A smirk, wings fluttering once more as her legs unfolded and she ascended once more!

"Is there a reason you are continuing, Perseus?" A tilt of her head.
(Nyphadora)
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[22:03] Is there a reason you are continuing, Perseus?

Well... the reason, of course, is INERTIA. He doesn't have a reason to stop, RIGHT until Nyphadora shakes him from the process.

shck

The sound of the pressure suddenly reversing, Perseus stopping the flow as he rips his hand away to the side, the multiple little mana-mouths slicing through the air as they detach, drifting through the floor. He gradually pulls them in like a harpoon, slipping through his skin as the mana is taken into his core, little drips and drops into a near-unending abyss.

Before he speaks, he takes a niiiice step back.

"It is often difficult to stop. Thank you."
(Perseus Kang)
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[22:10] Didn't expect the ending of the process to hurt worse than all of the rest. He'd really not expected it, as the mana hook where ripped out of his circuitry his smug smirk flickered for a moment as his knees buckled.

To the Neries credit he caught himself on the table, and pushed himself back up into a standing position. That chill that'd creeped into his bones at this point weren't leaving. Idly he wondered if his own mana leeching ways where as unpleasant. Perhaps not, he didn't remember the last few people he'd leeched showing to much pain.

"Allll good big man, all good."

He'd give a slow motion OK sign with his hands as he forced himself back upright. Shifting his attention from Persues over to Nyphadora. He looked a bit whiter than normal, some shadows having worked themselves under his eyes.

"Soooo, what's next?"
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[22:11] Denier Nevus says, "Kairi."
[22:11] Denier Nevus says, "Ah well."
[22:13] "What's next? Well, I must confirm that my theory for his process is correct, of course! And then show you how painless it can be!"

"How about it, Syracuse? You feeling alright enough to try a less painful but more effective variant of his drain?" Her left hand rose, index finger and thumb brought near one another with a strike of lightning appearing between them, "Well perhaps not less painful!" Another smile curved her lips as she inched ever so closer!

"But I won't take as much, yes? Am not in need of it after all!"
(Nyphadora)
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[22:16] Denier stands up and starts to move from the room. "When I finish my current.. evolution Perseus.. I will consider partaking in this without worries."
(Denier Nevus)
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[22:17] Held up a finger as if to say one moment. He'd then turn about, placing his palms against the table, and hefting himself up onto the table. Sitting upon it as he'd look over at Nyphadora, clearly sitting made the process less daunting.

"I'm ready yeah, I already feel a bit of mana returning."

A lie, but a tiny one. He'd watch Denier leave and give a wave, his cocky smile returning without hesitation.

"Later Denny, I'll pave the way for you don't worry."
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[22:27] "Mhm. Well, first I am going to utilize a more potent spot, so... Near the heart! Mana travels through the circuits within one's body, and their starting point is the heart itself. Our connection to the soul, yes? That way, it should not feel like a sudden limb is cut off, but rather your entire body growing a slight bit weakened for a moment!"

As she rambled on, her staff had already been summoned forth in another strike of tainted lightning- brought forth towards the Neries, and soon enough spun around with her hand on the middle of it.

Mana gathered before her, and within seconds runic letters were spelled out amidst thin air itself; near his chest, few spikes of electricity would be shared between the runic link and the man, an ever so slight tap made upon his mana with each!

Though of course, every now and then, it would sting- One simple misstep and it send a shiver of pain through his body, and it wasn't like anyone could truly do it perfectly each time! That was why they perfected runes!

And did tests... Unfortunately this was the first test!

But as quickly as it had begun, it would seize, "If any mana can be sufficient... Then various methods can be employed!" A nod.

"I believe I will require some time to create a proper design however. So how about we meet again soon, when Syracuse has rested and I am ready, yes?" They couldn't just write anything on his body after all! Had to be perfect!
(Nyphadora)
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[22:32] Simply forced that smirk to stay on his face, of course with each jolt of pain it'd shift a bit more grim. He'd never really had a lot of experience with pain, a sensation that he enjoyed normally. Except this wasn't so much physical pain as it was spiritual, which he hated at this point.

He'd remained steady throughout the process to his credit, or perhaps simply out of fear that moving might end up with him beign dead. Though by the end of it he'd be breathing heavily and clearly exhausted, as Nyphadora pulled away he'd slump a bit. His shoulders drooping as he looked at the small fairy.

"S-sounds good, I'm startin' to feel tired. . ."

It was really an understatement, but he just couldn't accept that he was out of it. Probably because of the slight, ever so small, insanity brought about by his dive into the Occult.
(Syracuse Fengari)
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[22:38] Perseus watches the initial tests with a detached expression.

The exchange of mana had had its effect; he would be able to act with just the slightest bit more emotion, if only for a relatively small amount of time. In the moment, however, he needs to have his faculties fully within his control, so of course, he just -

watches, until it's done.

"I will not lay any requirements on you, Nyphadora. You are the master here. Take as much time to perfect the method as you need, so long as none of the people involved die of old age in the process."

Not an overly likely result, but POSSIBLE.
(Perseus Kang)
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