Null 2

[04:40] Kit Megumi says, "Hmmm"
[04:40] Denier Nevus says, "As stated however. You do still owe a thesis on what the Lifestream is, along with it's machinations."
[04:40] Denier Nevus says, "Before you may be shown to have finished thisyear's work."
[04:40] Ra'Kamel says, "I cannot write in human words i have no apendages."
[04:40] Denier Nevus asks, "Hmm. I see, you have Tyrium within you, yes? Might I.. manipulate it?"
[04:40] Ra'Kamel says, "but Its quite a simple concept to understand after reviewing the books."
[04:41] Ra'Kamel says, "Maniuplate it how? "
[04:42] Denier Nevus says, "Human kind is inposession of muscles, these muscles are solid and assist us in expression of movement and action, giving us exhertion upon the world in physical form. If you are occultic energy compounded upon Tyrium metal, I could, in essence, manipulate your tyrium content, which should allow you to come to understanding how it works within you, and there-after, manipulate it yourself."
[04:43] Denier Nevus says, "Much like a muscle."
[04:43] Denier Nevus says, "In manipulating your tyrium content, you can learn through feeling how to control it yourself, from within yourself."
[04:44] Ra'Kamel says, "Hrmm an interesting concept well I have already evolved beyond the stage where I need only this Tyrium as an Anchor so it should be fine."
[04:48] After a moment of pondering the demon would form an arm of shadows keeping it solid for a moment it would reach into its chest demonic blood spurted out and leaked onto the grass sizzling as it did but quickly evaporating into the atmosphere. After a few seconds of digging the Tyrium lump of raw ore was removed, Drenched in purplish black blood and glowing with a vibrant violet color.

" Be sure to be careful with it, As I've said before I do not -Need- it but it still is apart of my body and I would like it to remain as intact as possible. " He gestures for Denier to come and receive it or otherwise work on the core that is steadily vibrating with occultic mana despite the its effects being active.

" Ah and do be sure to mind the blood, I remembered mortals find it quite fatal I've heard. "
(Ra'Kamel)
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[04:57] Denier slowly lowered to the ground and removed his armor by hand, setting it on the stool behind himself, followed soon after by his shirt. The young man's physique was smooth, save for faint displays of abs upon his body that any magi was subject to over the course of their power's refinement. With only a slight amount of chest hair to speak of, the body of a true intellectual. Weak.

When his chest was bared, he began to step forward, the tyrium that coated his body, that had been bound to his energy over the months, seeped like water to his chest into a single thin plate, clinging to him like a fridge magnet.

The plate was removed and sat upon the ground beneath the stool, the moment he released it, the metal structure fell apart into finely ground grains, such was the level of his control that had been the culmination of years of work. Years of study and risk to become one with the dangerous metal.

"Suggestion, return the metal to your form as it will need to be part of you in order for you to benefit from the knowledge. Less I merely be learning how to manipulate you." He began to walk forward, giving the demon time enough to return it to it's body.

Why was he shirtless, and why did it need to be in Ra's body? More than likely.. the boy was about to wear the demon with magnetism.
(Denier Nevus)
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[05:02] The demon returned the core back to its body not as bloody as before and the wound he had made before quickly sealed itself once the core was returned. He watched and waited for the process to take place interested in exactly what the magi would do.

For the most part he allowed it to happen but still remained a bit skeptical about what was going to happen. After watching him disrobe and remove the Tyrium pieces from his body he observed the next stage.

" Very well. Let us begin then. "
(Ra'Kamel)
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[05:15] Denier stepped forth to the demon, showing no fear at the potential repercussions. There was Tyrium within the demon, that could keep him safe from much of the potential blood. So long as he did not harm the demon he would be fine. Tyrium, Anti-magic, these things were becoming his forte, perhaps in time he could find a way to strip magi of their magic potential entirely. Unlikely, but a scientist could dream.

His arms spread out slightly as he started to get close to Ra'Kamel, slowly taking a deep breath as his magnetic field began to identify fragments of Tyrium that floated within the demon's form. A brief scan of the demon's figure, identifying it's current physical structure.. then taking his first step into the unrelenting occultic influence of the demon's very existence, his body buffeted by the overpowering occultic energies. He moved slowly in resistance to the pain, his own fields of anti-magic from excessive capacity and efficiency of mana use aiding in reducing the damage from being as sever as it could be. His lack of a holy nature made it almost as if the demon had 'ingested' the boy on some nature, however the equivalence of being trapped within the demon's throat.

Then began the slight discomfort in the demon as the magic of tyrium was slowly shifted, pieces jostled, shifted and slowly pulled into the scientist's influence. Already the scientist was trying to pull pieces ever so slowly through the demon's physicality, pulling lightly with his magnetic field against the demon's existential resistance that kept him incorporeal. He held a basic understanding of incorporeal beings from his interactions with Est, and tyrium from his current life's work... pain from his life's lack of empathy.

He grunted out words slowly, trying to keep his concentration as he moved tyrium slowly into a granulated form for less jagged damages.

"Tell me.. if it.. hurts.. too much.. But bear.. with it.. and focus.. on the.. feeling."
(Denier Nevus)
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[05:25] Ra'Kamel watched and waited wondering what exactly Denier intended to do, He could have never excepted this out come, The man walked straight forward directly inside of the demons body did he have some sort of wish for death ? Occultism beyond even the Erebus' control swirled within him darkness and unfathomable pain surged An invasion of his being was being committed and it even if Ra'Kamel didn't wish for it his body resisted as intended.

As he got closer within his body he could sense his mana surging within him pulling him apart from within. A very disgusting sensation one he didn't quite care for at all but he endured. If this would make him stronger...Which it better had he would suffer through it. "Ack...urgh…GRRRR " The demons suffering would only cause more of his anger to be release, Although it aimed not to activate his magic while the process was going on he focused it instead on concentrating on the task at hand manipulating the forces of anti magic.

With a creak and a crack, Its body contorted and spun in different directions before finally coming to a close..." Just....hurry up and finish.... "
(Ra'Kamel)
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[05:40] Denier was starting to feel the storm of occult to it's full as his own mana shielding that reduced many attacks upon himself to paltry sums had begun to wear thin, the energy being used primarily to pull the tyrium pieces into a thin, wire-like frame to match Ra'Kamel's outwards appearance with himself at the demon's best set 'leg' points.

As the tyrium spread through the demon's inner body it finally touched upon denier himself and everything changed. Where he had known his own tyrium, bound it to his very being and become one with it, the Tyrium within Ra'kamel came in contact with his flesh and he felt a sudden shift in his.. everything. For the briefest of moments he became part of Ra'Kamel. In those moments a feeling could have been discerned between Ra'Kamel's tyrium as a base part of his body, being formed similar to bones, and the physical form of something humanoid with the tyrium acting as muscles, moving fluidly at will.

A part of Denier was passed on to Ra'Kamel, forever etched into the demon's inner Tyrium, a mana signature that carried with it an instinctual control over tyrium's shape and solidity. With practice, the demon could utilize the tyrium in his body for basic interactions, and in time? Far more. As for the other way around? There was little save for feeling as though he himself were otherworldly, as if he himself were part of the demon.

"Do you..feel that?" As he asked the question his body suddenly felt a surge of pain as part of his skin had began to deteriorate under the occultic onslaught, lurching forward on humanoid instinct alone, tearing out of the demon's incorporeal form and leaving behind the tyrium tied to Ra'Kamel, himself left to lie upon the disheveled ground, a bit of blood seeping from his back and chest in equivalence to a road rash or a small flogging by nature.
(Denier Nevus)
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[05:44] ** Ra'Kamel has inflicted an injury upon Denier Nevus. ("Occultic Burns", "Occultic burns along the skin sizzle with pain, The only possible treatment is strong doses of holy magic", "Temporary", "Duration: Short (1 day)") **
[06:00] Scrambling nagging feeling as Denier crawled within the mist of occultism that was his body, Ra'Kamel holding back its power forcing itself not to evaporate or -digest- what was within him as he would do usually for prey. Although he could feel Denier welding together the veins of Tyrium that lined the demons mist like body he felt a surge of foreign mana as a hostile action even if he didn't want to his instincts over took his better judgement.

Flames of occultism swirled from within combating the invader only to cause another unexpected reaction, Their bodies and mind melded together as one for a brief moment feeling the heard beat of a mortal heart his insides...his breaths all of it funneled through him for what felt like a quick spark and before long Denier was expelled from his body with great force throwing him on the ground collapsed and battle burned with occultic marks spun on his skin.

Ra'Kamel was in no better shape his body ravaged and invaded upon his judgement spiraled nearly out of control if not for his exhaustion due to the process he would have probably gone berserk in this moment. However he came to a stop holding himself back even more so than before.

" AGRG.....What an uncomfortable feeling.... " The demon took a breath allowing for his body to constitute and form back together instead of being melded onto the scientist. As he finally began to find his barings he could feel the power something new left behind within him

Denier had nearly formed circuitry pathways out of Tyrium ones that funneled his own particular brand of magic left within Ra'Kamel's body something left behind that wasn't there before yet a source of magic different. Anti-Magic circuitry crafted from Tyrium.

As the demon squeezed and flexed its new found lanes of magic it could sense something new within itself. Mana before broke down when he engaged it for long but now...He could weave the anti magic within his own magic almost as easily as casting a spell.

" Impressive...Ugh but this sensation will take some adjustments but we will never do anything like that again! " the demon roared to the man still on the floor. He was indeed upset there should have been far more discussion about this more so he cared for his own safety but to see Denier broken and burned he wondered if anyone would blame him for the state he was in. Looking Down towards him he'd flare up the a slight spark of the occultic anti-magic.

" It seems you succeed though..at great risk to your own well being...You could have very well been swallowed into the void of my body never to return if you were not careful... "


(Ra'Kamel)
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[06:01] Ser Artaghh would return to Crafthold after the defense to acquire none other than some of Shizuko's pie for his lady. It was a peaceful walk at the least.
(Artaghh)
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[06:07] Denier coughs as he looks over to note a small girl taking from the nearby chest, narrowing his eyes a moment.

"Girl.. return those alchemical reagents. They are for crafthold citizens and crafters.. urgh…" The young man was in some serious pain right now, probably couldn't even fight against anyone in his current state. Slowly he turned onto his side in the grass.

"It is difficult at times to explain things as they happen, it is much easier to explain them afterwards.. demonstration then information as I-" He coughs a bit. "Have stated with my teachings.. If you can feel.. the shape of tyrium now.. you can try to change it's shape.. into something solid." More coughing came from Denier as he started to crawl his way over towards his own Tyrium sand pile.

"If we tried that.. again.. I'd probably.. die. It's not as.. bad as the other experiments that went.. sideways.. this one was.. completely.. successful perhaps.." He stopped half way to his tyrium plate. He needed some friggin rest, his mana wasn't in good shape either to get him off the ground.
(Denier Nevus)
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[06:07] Denier Nevus whispers: (Yo, you gotta pick me up)
[06:08] Natalie Beumont says, "Th' supplies're for ma' alchemy. Been comin' 'ere for days to gain 'em. No one else 'as been mad 'bout it, mister."
[06:08] Denier Nevus says, "No one else.. noticed? Gods damn it- Apologies.. I never swear.. But.. Yeah.. I'm the one who keeps stocking those for crafthold citizens."
[06:09] Ra'Kamel contiues to practice his anti magic. Attempting to get the hang of it.
(Ra'Kamel)
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[06:09] Natalie Beumont exclaims, "It's okay, mister! I don' mean ta' offend ya'! I'm workin' on ma' alchemy too. Been lots a fun!"
[06:10] Denier Nevus says, "You had better.. appreciate the free goods.. And not be selling them.. Or I'll whoop ya."
[06:11] Ra'Kamel says, "I do not have the power to heal but you should see a healer, Those wounds look bad..."
[06:11] Denier places his hand in the sandy pile of Tyrium that had been bound to his body's magical signature and magnetic field, pulling it overhis form like a liquid.
(Denier Nevus)